That was then, this is now 
by Musclehead



It was still as clear in his mind as it had been five years ago, the first
time he saw her. She was walking into a pizzeria on the edge of campus. Had to
be a jock. First of all, it was two weeks before the regular student body
would show up. The only people on campus were the athletes, practice and
training having started a week earlier.

But she was also built. The term "big boned" always seemed inappropriate to
Dave. Her limbs were somewhat thick, as was her trunk. No fat on her though,
but not really showing muscle either. Just sturdy, sturdily built and
extravagantly healthy, about five-nine and maybe a hundred and fifty pounds,
he guessed. A big girl.

Dave had a reason to be interested. No, he wasn't a lecher, he was the new
trainer at this small private college in upstate New York. It would be his job
to help improve the conditioning of any and all athletes at the school.

The young woman was wearing typical clothes a college co-ed would be wearing
in late summer, short cutoffs and a tanktop with flip-flops on her feet. Dave
couldn't tell if the denim of the shorts was white, or extremely faded, but
they hugged her round ass like a second skin. Okay, he wasn't a lecher, but he
was a man, and this was one attractive female body walking about twenty feet
in front of him. Still, at twenty-eight, his whole career ahead of him, he
wasn't about to act in any way that would jeopardize his future.

"Excuse me miss." She turned around and he could see that she had a pretty
face, and quite a set on her, not huge, but very firm. "Down boy," he thought
to himself. "What team are you on?"

"What?"

"What sport do you play here at the school?"

"Mister, I don't go here. I live here in this town, and I'm only fourteen
years old. I'm going to be a freshman in high school this year."

Stunned, Dave quickly apologized. "I'm sorry, you look much older, and you
look very athletic."

"Well, I am that, I guess I look older too." Dave's mind was still reeling.
How could a fourteen year old look like she was as old as maybe twenty, and be
built like that at such a young age. Then he remembered Melinda, his high
school girlfriend. She was already built like some kind of centerfold when she
was thirteen.

"So you do play sports?"

"Not really. I mean not organized ones or anything. I think all that
practicing stuff is soooo boring. But in gym class I always seem to be the
best. It drives the kids who play on rec teams and stuff crazy when I outdo
them at their own sport."

"Hmmm, my experience has been that girls don't seem to get all envious when
someone is better than them. That seems to be more of a guy thing."

"I was talking about the guys. We have co-ed classes. Like when we're playing
volleyball, I'm pretty wild and out of control, but still better than any of
them when I do it right. Anyway, what do you want?"

"Yeah, what do you want with my daughter?" a deep voice came from behind.

"Oh, excuse me sir. I'm the new sports trainer at the college here," he
gestured in the direction of the campus. "I just thought your daughter here
was one of the athletes I'll be training."

"Well, she certainly is athletic enough, but she's not even in high school
yet."

"I already told him."

"Well, once again, I apologize for intruding. But you might consider her
potential. She could wind up getting a full scholarship to go to college when
the time comes, with the proper training. Anyway, have a good evening sir,
young lady." He turned and left.

A couple of months later, Dave, totally immersed in training all the athletes
in the school, had forgotten about the incident entirely until on afternoon
there was a knock at his office door.

"Come in." A vaguely familiar looking man sheepishly entered. "Can I help you,
sir?"

"Do you remember me?"

"Sort of. You do look familiar."

"The pizza parlor on the edge of campus some weeks back. Me and my daughter
... "

"Oh, yes, I remember. What can I do for you?"

"Would you train her?"

Taken somewhat aback, "You want me to train her, for what?"

"Whatever sport she wants. She's a natural at anything she tries."

"Why do ... "

"We don't have a lot of money. An athletic scholarship might be the only way
for her to go to college and get an education. Her Mom and I were never able
to go."

"I'm not a coach, I'm a trainer."

"Well maybe you could get the volleyball coach to help her and you could train
her."

"Well, this is kind of sudden. I'd have to think about it and check with the
school to see if I'm allowed to do any outside work. As it is, I'm kind of
overwhelmed."

"Well, could you maybe come to our house for dinner and talk on Saturday? The
Missus and I would be much obliged."

"Well," he paused, "sure, that would be fine."

"Thank you kindly. Here's the address." He handed him a piece of paper with
the address scrawled on it and left.

On Saturday, Dave drove out of town to a small farm, neat and tidy, but a
little in need of some paint. The girl was out in the yard playing fetch with
the dog, a big red retriever. She was wearing the same outfit except now she
was barefoot. As Dave got out of the car, he watched in amazement as the
energetic young woman threw a tennis ball what must have been sixty or seventy
yards out into the field.

As the dog chased the ball down, for some self-entertainment, she went into a
handstand and walked around on her hands for ten or fifteen seconds. Spotting
Dave, she bounced to her feet, and clearly a little more friendly this time,
came over to greet him. "Hi mister ... "

"Jones, Dave Jones." She reached out her hand to shake, a strong enthusiastic
shake. Clearly this was a powerful young woman. Even if muscles didn't really
show, she was already very strong at her young age. "Must be the farmwork," he
thought to himself.

After dinner, the Dad, Fred, and the Mom, Mary, sat with Dave in the modest
living room while Bonnie sprawled out on the floor. Fred Had explained that he
wanted Dave to see something. It was a video of Bonnie's co-ed gym class. Mary
had asked the gym teacher to do a little recording of the class playing
volleyball. Every time Bonnie had a chance to hit the ball, she hit it as hard
as she could. Most of them went out of bounds, some were so out of control
that they hit the wall twenty feet behind the end of the court.

But when they hit that wall, the smack of the ball against the concrete was
very loud indeed, testament to how hard it had hit. But the most noticeable
thing was how high Bonnie jumped. A good three feet off the gym floor, every
time, and even after many jumps, she did not appear to be tiring out at all.
And then, she managed to hit one correctly. In the tape, Bonnie jumped for joy
as the guy who was unfortunate enough to get hit squarely in the chest was
knocked onto his back.

Dave's mouth dropped open as Bonnie look back over her shoulder at the
surprised guest. The tape ended after she had a few more good ones, all of
them hard enough that none of her classmates could do anything.

And so it began. Bonnie really didn't want to get into a team sport with all
the practicing and discipline, but she was a good student, and her parents
convinced her along with a few bribes, like a barely affordable laptop. Dave
trained her. He was not only allow to do outside work like that but the school
allowed him to train her using its facilities, which was a good thing since
her mom and dad really would have had to tighten their belts in order to
afford a gym membership for her.

As for Dave, he decided to train her for free. Was he being altruistic? To a
certain degree he was, but he also saw amazing untapped potential, and he knew
that if he was able to take her to the point where every major university in
the country wanted her for their team, well they just might want a trainer of
his caliper as well.

By her junior year, Bonnie was already clearly the best female high school
volleyball player in the state, probably the country. Within the state, there
wasn't even a close second. She was already being recruited by colleges and it
was a matter of seeing who would offer the best deal. Bonnie had a four foot
jump on the hardwood gym floor at this point and she had quite a bit of muscle
showing. She was a great all-around player, amazingly quick and agile, and
though she wasn't the tallest girl around, her spectacular leaps made her
pretty hard to stop. She was frighteningly strong and sometimes between the
power of her hits and her muscular body, other players would mess up just
because they were so intimidated.

But there was a fly in the ointment. Dave had trained her carefully, never
letting her test herself in the gym with going heavy or anything. They would
do sport-specific training, but there was no doubt in his mind that she was
very strong, he just didn't want her to know, afraid that her somewhat untamed
personality and immaturity might not handle so well knowing how superior she
was. Her parent thought it was cute that she had a crush on him. They trusted
him enough to allow him to take her to the beach to give Bonnie her first
taste of beach doubles.

He had some playing experience playing, and they did pretty well in the A
division and were content to watch the opens afterwards. Bonnie quickly found
out that jumping in the sand was a lot different than jumping on the gym floor
and the men's net, due to the fact that they were playing mixed doubles was
quite a bit higher. Still, due to her extraordinary natural gifts, she was
starting to get the hang of it by the end of the tournament, actually having a
few decent hits by the end, though nothing like some of the women in the open
division.

Still, she was hooked on beachball, knowing that the Spartan-like aspect of it
suited her personality better than the indoor, six person team effort. And she
was really getting attached to Dave, even though he studiously avoided leading
her on, in spite of the fact that he found her curvy, muscular body quite
alluring. He had always been attracted to athletic women and Bonnie was about
as athletic as it got. Later that night when she knocked on his door at the
motel, with the intent of seducing him, he told her that it was impossible due
to their student/teacher relationship coupled with the fact that she was
underage.

What he really had was an almost Svengali-like hold on her. He had molded her
into the best female high school volleyball player in the country and the top
college recruit even though she was still a junior. She would do anything he
said. If he had come on to her she would have gone along in an instant, and
when he said it couldn't be, she accepted that, even though it was difficult
for her.

Then tragedy struck. On the way back from the beach they received a phone
call. Bonnie's parents had both been killed by a drunk driver. As Bonnie was
an only child and both her parents were also only children, there was no
extended family at all. Dave offered to the court that he would adopt her, but
due to the fact that she was at this point a straight A student with college
all set, the court granted her emancipated minor status.

When she showed up at his house to try once again to seduce him, telling him
that she was for all intents and purposes an adult as sanctioned by the court,
she was shocked to find him with one of the female track stars from the
school. While this woman was the star of the team, and a great athlete, Bonnie
could see right away that she couldn't hold a candle to herself. She and Dave
got into a big argument as the woman got dressed and left. A little while
later Bonnie stormed out as well, and disappeared.

That was then, this was now, two years later. She didn't go to college on a
full scholarship and in spite of the fact that Dave didn't have his star
around to show off, he got a good job at a large university on the west coast.

Then one day, out of the blue, she called. She wanted to let bygones be
bygones, and told him she would be playing in a doubles tournament that
weekend only about 10 miles from where he lived and maybe he might come and
see her. "Do you need a partner for mixed?"

"No, I'm not playing mixed. Just come and watch. I've gotten better."

On Saturday morning, Dave drove the beach where the tournament was. He got
there about an hour after it had started and headed towards the women's
courts, the AA nets first. Surprised to not find Bonnie, he continued on to
the A's, knowing that she was good enough that first weekend to be beyond that
level at this point in time. After checking nearly thirty courts and looking
all around, figuring she might not be playing at that moment, he shrugged his
shoulders and headed towards the men's courts, assuming that maybe something
had come up.

Noticing all the fine female bodies everywhere, he was wondering why he was
going to watch the men. Oh, well, he could come back later to watch some of
these beautiful physical specimens. As he approached the court with the
bleachers, there was quite a crowd gathered and he couldn't get close enough
to see the whole court. Dave wasn't a tall guy, about five-nine, and though he
was well built and strong, it was because of his smarts and training
knowledge, not because of any genetic predisposition.

So, from the back of the crowd, many of them volleyball players on breaks from
other matches and many of them tall, women as well as men, he couldn't see
real well, being one of the shorter people there. But from what he could see,
one guy, a slightly older guy than most of the players, maybe mid-thirties and
around six feet and muscular, and he was getting all the serves. He was a
great hitter and his opponents were having a hard time handling his spikes.
Still, serve after serve came in his direction.

The other guy must be a really great hitter, Dave assumed, considering that
they were being so careful not to give him any serves. Finally pushing his way
through to the front, Dave was stunned to see the older guy's partner, Bonnie.
She happened to turn just as Dave got to the front and caught a glimpse of
him. Calling a time out, she came over and planted a big wet kiss on him.

Bonnie was wearing running shorts and a sweatshirt, and the shorts were loose,
so Dave couldn't get a real good look at her body, but he knew from the past
that it was pretty great. Her legs were muscular last time he had seen her a
couple years ago, but now they were even more so. "You were looking for me
down by the women's courts, weren't you?"

"Yeah. You didn't tell me ... ."

"It's not enough competition for me anymore."

"Judging from the fact that your partner is getting all the serves, and he's
very good, by the way, you must be even better."

"No, I think just harder to read, you know, more deceptive. I hope you get a
chance to see something besides sets from me. Gotta get back to the court. See
you soon."

A few plays later Dave got a chance to see her hit. The serve went to her and
her pass was nice and soft. As her as yet unnamed teammate put a perfect set,
the other team backed up to see what would happen next. Dave thought it odd
that neither of them blocked. As Bonnie began her jump, a good jump, more than
two and a half feet out of the deep sand, the opponents adjusted their
positions, trying to read her.

They were both completely wrong as she hit it to a totally unprotected spot,
not as hard as her partner, but certainly with enough zip to be in the sand
before they could move to it. And it was certainly a hard enough hit that she
showed that she belonged on the men's open division court. The opponents went
back to trying as much as possible to serve to her partner from that point on.
They must have figured his hard hits were easier to deal with than her
completely un-readable ones.

Bonnie and her partner won easily as well as all the matches they played the
rest of the day. He was too good of a power hitter, she was too hard to read,
and they both played virtually mistake free ball, while constantly forcing
their opponents into errors. It was getting late, so there would be several
more matches to play the next day.

After all the playing was done for the day, everyone's ass was dragging,
everyone except Bonnie, that is. Even her partner was exhausted. Dave came
over and Bonnie introduced him to her teammate, Roy. "Dave, Roy's going back
to the motel to get some rest for tomorrow. He loaned me his car. I'd like to
do some catching up if that's okay with you."

"I'd like that."

"Can I just follow you to your house? I've got a change of clothes in my gym
bag and if it's okay, can I shower at your place?"

"Sure. How's Roy going to get back to the motel?"

"We're right here on the beach." She pointed in the direction of the luxury
hotel a couple doors up.

A half hour later they were at Dave small, comfortable house. "You can use
that shower in here. I'll go down to the other one." He pointed at the master
bedroom bathroom. "By the way, what's your relationship with Roy? He seems a
lot older."

"He's around forty-five. Doesn't look it does he? He's been training me, and
unlike you, he hasn't held me back." And with that, she disappeared into the
bathroom leaving Dave to wonder what she meant by that last comment. Maybe
that guy and her were fucking, whereas he wouldn't let their relationship go
there back a few years ago, because of her age. Yeah, that must be it.

Bonnie came out of the bathroom a little while later wearing a long white
terrycloth bathrobe. "You look like you're getting ready to spend the night
here," Dave quipped.

"I am."

"But we always had a coach/pupil relationship, more almost father/daughter."

"It hurt me a lot to find you with other women, all athletes, though none as
athletic as me. I always thought it was me you wanted, but still wouldn't go
through with it."

"You were underage."

"I was an emancipated minor, which meant I was legal. And I'm not underage
anymore."

"Bonnie, I don't kn ... ."

"Try to stop me." She dropped her robe and was wearing a tiny floral print
booty shorts and an incredibly tight tanktop. Her body was so extraordinary
that the tightness allowed every detail of her torso to show through the thin
material. She was more muscular in the arms and shoulders than when he last
saw her, but not a lot. But something about the way she carried herself told
him that she was a force to be reckoned with.

Before he could react, Bonnie was chest to chest with him, grabbing his hands
in hers as she backed him up against the wall. She kissed him deeply and then
stared at him with a look that said, "I can do anything I want to you." Dave
felt his arms being slowly pushed down to his sides and then behind his back.
He was not genetically gifted, but hard work and smarts had made him a strong
guy. But the look on her face betrayed no strain.

Suddenly he felt a hand on his dick, hard and erect since she had dropped her
robe. As he realized his arms were being held with one of hers as he felt his
sweatpants disappear. The hand released his arms and with incredible
quickness, she spun around, and he got a view or an ass so muscular it defied
description. The roundness of the cheeks showed above the top and the bottom
of the tiny tight shorts.

Reaching around behind her, she pulled the fabric of the shorts away from her
cheeks, shoved his dick inside the shorts from the bottom and wedged it in
between her tight cheeks, kind of up and down like a hotdog in a bun, and oh
what a bun. She then re-grasped his wrists, pulled them around and onto her
tits as she began to work his dick with those muscular cheeks, the sensations
being as awesome for her as they were for him. It was almost as if she had a
clitoris in her butt. Soon, they were coming in unison and for the first time
he felt her true power as she almost broke his pelvis slamming into him so
hard as she came, pulling on his arms as they kneaded her well-developed
breasts.

Releasing one arm, she stepped away and whipped him across the room. As he
tumbled to the floor, landing on his back, she was already airborne, pouncing
like a lioness on her prey. Bonnie sat up and off came the shirt, revealing
maybe the most perfectly conditioned body Dave had ever seen, and it must be
remembered that he was a trainer and had seen a lot of well-conditioned
bodies.

Almost panting, Bonnie managed "You held me back with your specialized
volleyball training. You never let me try heavier weights. But I saw you go
heavy all the time. When Roy started training me, we went heavy right away.
That was when I realized that I was as strong as you. And I think you didn't
want me to know that. Well, that was then and this is now. I'm way fucking
stronger now, but I'll bet you haven't gained nearly as much in the last two
years as I have."

There was anger in her voice as well as arousal. For the next two hours she
put poor Dave through the sexual ringer, forcing him to eat her over and over
again from all kinds of positions, mounting him and ramming away so hard the
whole house was shaking. Slamming her pussy down on his face some more,
bending him in half while fucking the daylights out of him. She was like a
wild animal, ferociously fucking the life out of him. After those two hours he
was beaten up and exhausted but she seemed to have gained energy from their
encounter.

Dave was barely conscious as he watched her put some her clothes on that
perfect body. "The finals start at nine. I expect you to be there in the front
row cheering me on." She bounced out the door with the energy that belied a
day of volleyball and a night of full contact sex as he passed out. A little
while later, he came to, his head splitting, his body aching. Was it a
nightmare. Well yes it was, but he had ejaculated at least five or more times.
Even as she was sexually was abusing him, she was the most exciting woman he
had ever encountered, by a long shot.

He slowly got to his feet and picked up his sweat pants, finding them torn to
shreds. Just as he was about to leave the living room and drag himself to bed,
the front door flew open. Oh, no, she was back. As she crossed the room, she
shed her clothes and Dave not only found himself getting erect again, but
involuntarily ejaculating all over the carpet.

"I've got you figured out Dave." He backed up against the wall, sure that she
was going to cause him further pain. Before he could respond she pushed him to
the floor in a sitting position and shoved the most muscular ass in the world
into his face. "Dave, you held me back because in spite of your attraction to
strong athletic women, you couldn't deal with one, especially a young one who
you had personally trained, be stronger than you. As you feel the power of the
ass, keep in mind that I was holding back today."

She stopped talking for a minute, and started squeezing his nose which was
wedged between those glorious cheeks as she shove a finger into her pussy,
almost knocking him out once again as she came. Then she threw him onto the
floor and took him into her ass. As she rode up and down on him, she started
talking again. "You saw me as a ticket for you to a big university since you
had trained this specimen to be the best high school female volleyball player
in the country when I was still a junior and five or six inches shorter than
most of the other top players."

She could feel that Dave was getting ready to erupt so she stopped talking and
concentrated on having her own orgasm, squeezing her ass and bringing him to a
sudden stop as she had an intense climax. "Then you introduced me to beach
ball, which was much better suited to my personality. You would have ridden my
coattails to a great job as I got a free ride. But it didn't work out that
way."

Again she could feel him getting ready to ejaculate and once again, she
started pounding up and down on him with frightening power, flexing those
awesome cheeks and stopping him once again. "Some people recognized me at the
beach today and they all thought I was a great player, competing on the men's
court, but like I said, I was holding back." Once again she stopped talking
and started bucking, but this time leaning forward and placing her hands on
the floor on either side of his shoulders.

"Lick my nipples or I'll rip your dick off with the most powerful ass in the
world." But it was impossible because Bonnie was getting so worked up that her
movements were too frenetic for him to hit his target. As she came, she
squeezed his poor dick so hard that he screamed out loud, sending her even
farther over the top. Dave passed out, but amazingly was still hard as a rock.
She sat up and waited for him to come to.

When she was sure he was coherent, she started talking again. "Dave, you know
how important glutes are to jumping ability. And as you can feel, my glutes
are about as well developed as possible, thanks to Roy, not you. Like I said,
a few people recognized me as that great high school player, but tomorrow I'm
going to shock the volleyball world as the best beach player ever, bar none.
I'm going to parlay that into earnings that will far exceed anything a college
degree might have gotten me, because I'm also going to show them that I'm the
hottest."

She stopped talking and started pumping again. As she had another over the top
meltdown, she first clamped down hard on his abused member, and then let go.
Dave came as hard as he had ever come in his life and for nearly a minute. She
could still feel his cock twitching even though he was once again completely
unconscious. She got off him and went to take another shower then crawled into
his bed and fell asleep.

About two hours later he woke up and dragged himself into his bedroom, finding
Bonnie's perfect body splayed out on the bed. As he started to get in next to
her, "You sleep on the floor, at the foot of the bed. And I want a high
protein breakfast at 7:30."

Early in the first game of the second day, Dave, and everyone else got to see
that Bonnie truly had been holding back the day before. The other team was
serving everything at Roy, but on one of their hits, the taller player clipped
the net with his spike, causing the ball to pop up slightly before falling
straight down near the net. As Bonnie dove forward, getting a closed hand
under the ball, calling out to Roy, "two", for a two set, a short set only two
feet above the net, designed for a quick attack before the other team has a
chance to set up.

Generally a player needs to be on their feet and fully ready for a two set and
he was astonished that she was able to get up from her dive and explode out of
the sand a good three feet plus with no take off and plant the ball straight
down with authority. It was one of the most amazing things he had ever seen.

Bonnie was taller than average for a woman, but certainly there were plenty of
taller women playing volleyball, a sport where height is definitely an
advantage, especially when it comes to hitting. And at five-nine, she would be
considered downright short compared to male players, and yet Dave had just
witnessed her put a ball into the sand like no one he had ever seen.

Great hitters rely on height, as stated, or great jumping ability, especially
the ones on the shorter side. In addition, there are terrific hitters out
there who have a quick snap of the wrist or armswing or tremendous power and
some rely on quickness, allowing them to get the hit off before the opponents
can react. Except for the height factor, Bonnie had not one, but all the
skills that make a player a great hitter. She was amazingly quick, one of the
more awesome jumpers on the planet as well as generating tremendous power from
a lightning quick armswing and wrist snap.

After a few more opportunities to make a few hits that were nothing short of
amazing, and scary Bonnie was starting to totally intimidated opponents,
making them almost nervous, and forcing them into making mistakes, even when
she wasn't hitting, just like back in high school. But these were not high
school girls, these were grown men, most of whom were bigger than her, and as
evidenced from the reaction of her opponents when she got the ball on a
defensive play, they were downright scared of her upcoming hit.

So as the mistakes mounted, so did her opportunities to hit, and with more
preparation. Sometimes the other guys were so rattled, they put the balls they
put over the net that were easy pickings and on those occasions, Bonnie
blasted out of the sand well over four feet and sliced the ball along the net
and straight down with so much power that the ball all but disappeared. It was
even more impressive when they tried to block.

It was as if the block wasn't even there, every hit right over outreached
fingertips without taking anything off the hit. It was extremely humiliating
having a female who was six inches shorter hitting over you like you were
completely inconsequential. But even worse was to be late with your block. She
was so quick and hitting from such a higher vantage point that if that block
was even a little off the net, she would pound the ball in between the
blockers hands and the net, often resulting in a ball to the gut, or worse,
the nuts. Dave overheard some old timer say that he thought she was even a
better hitter than the legendary Tom Chamales, who many considered to be the
best hitter ever, and he was six-four. The old man continued, " ... .and he
played when there was no blocking. Her hits are as good as his even with a
block."

They blew through every opponent with such ease hat Dave wondered if even some
of the best men were enough competition for her. At the end of the day, all
that was left for the third morning of the tournament was the finals, and
quite frankly, that was a forgone conclusion. The most points anyone even
scored against Bonnie and her partner was four, and that was only when they
were able to take advantage of her teammate.

Bonnie went back to the motel with Roy, having made her point with Dave the
evening before, but she told him to be at courtside the next morning bright
and early. She had figured that word had gotten out about this awesome woman
player and indeed it had. There were a few Television crews there to record
the finals and see this amazing woman in action. Bonnie was intent on making
the most of the situation, a scenario that she had carefully planned.

The previous day, she had revealed her talent, but not her body. The only ones
who knew that Bonnie's physique was as extraordinary as her volleyball talents
were Dave and Roy. When Dave arrived, half an hour early, Bonnie was alone on
the court, wearing some old, loose fitting sweats. She was passing the ball to
herself, high and straight up, and then she would jump, like no one else can,
and soft set the ball, once again, to herself. This went on for nearly fifteen
minutes, jump after jump, never losing control of the ball.

Five minutes of this would wear the average other players out, and no one in
their right mind would do it just before playing an important match. But
Bonnie's conditioning was so superior that it was just an easy warm-up for
her. As Dave was wondering where Roy was, he got his answer. Roy came to the
court looking completely exhausted, actually worse. He looked like he wouldn't
be able to play.

Bonnie had fucked the daylights out of him all night long. She wanted him so
worn out that she would be playing the finals virtually as a one person team.
This was also part of her plan. When the ref signaled for the match to start,
Bonnie stripped down. A collective gasp went through the crowd. There were
instant boners and damp female crotches everywhere. She was wearing those same
floral print booty short, over a slingshot bathing suit, also a floral print.
The look was extraordinarily sexy, the body stunning in it perfection, so
superbly conditioned, so hot.

Bonnie put Roy at the net, much the way a male player would do with his female
partner in a mixed doubles situation, and she covered the whole court herself.
His only duty was to set the ball. The only time he went back was when it was
his turn to serve. He was so tired out from five or six hours of continuous
sex that many of his sets weren't all that great. Not that it mattered. If the
ball was off the net, Bonnie would jump just as high, her confidence never
wavering, and crank the ball with a lot of topspin and tremendous power.

Her opponents were the next best team out there, it must be remembered, and
they were able to field some of those hit that originated ten feet off the
net. But when Roy managed a good set, the hits that the crowd got to see were
the most awesome in the history of the sport. Some were hit with such
explosive power with her closed fist contacting the ball from a swing that
started above her head and contacted the ball with her arm full extended just
below her beautiful breasts, it seemed to propel her even higher as the ball
disappeared into the sand.

The final scores were 11-4, 11-6. Bonnie told Roy to go back to the hotel and
rest up while she discussed that multi-million dollar contract with some of
the sport's fat cats. That night she had her way with Dave and Roy, holding
Dave back with her pussy and Roy with her glorious butt muscles while she had
orgasm after orgasm. When she finally let them release, it was so intense for
them that they appeared seemingly lifeless lying there on the hotel room floor
while she went out to look for more action. As he awoke, Dave stayed on the
floor for a few minutes, unsure as to whether he could walk or not. His mind
wandered back to that moment at the pizzeria when he first laid eyes on
fourteen year old Bonnie. That was then, this was the new reality.