Tina and Amy wreak their own special Havoc  Heather Pt. 8 - 
by Musclehead 



"So, what's your name?"

"Daniele. You were soooo awesome."

"Thanks. So what's your asshole boyfriend's name and why do you stay with
him?"

"It's sort of blackmail. His father is my father's boss. Need I say more? Oh,
yeah, his name's Wilt."

"Do you know where he is right now?"

"Probably hiding. His Dad has a beach house. That's the only benefit of being
with him. We come down here a lot 'cause his Dad hardly ever uses it. And I do
love the beach, wearing very little clothing out here in the sun. I just try
to pretend all the bad stuff isn't there."

As they walked towards the beach house, chatting like teenage girls do,
Daniele wanted to know more about how Tina had become so strong and such a
devastating fighter.

"Well, I started gymnastics when I was four. You know, that stuff is the
hardest of any sport. It involves coordination, flexibility, great eye hand
coordination, quickness, balance, the whole nine yards. And it makes you
strong as shit. I beat my Uncle at arm wrestling when I was ten. He was that
strange uncle, a lot younger than my Dad, in his late twenties to my Dad's
forty-something. He wasn't a wimp either, but he was sort of a dirty old man,
and when I was thirteen, I didn't exactly beat him up, but I had to fight him
off when he was trying to fondle my hot little body. If he touched me now, I'd
cripple him."

"Anyway, all of us, my big brother and sister, we all have great genetics.
Both our parents are real athletic and we've been eating real healthy right
from the start. There was never any junk food in our house. I've never had a
soda. Yuck. Poison. So, my sister, Amy, you'll meet her soon, she started
doing crossfit and then she met this personal trainer who gets us some kind of
estrogen supplements. They're not steroids, but they sure do help. And both of
us had really nice tits before. Whatever that stuff is, buy they just turned
our tits into, well, you can see for yourself."

"They're just as awesome as the rest of you."

"Unbelievable firm too. Everyone thinks they're implants, but they're not. So,
anyway, Amy started doing weights and then crossfit. She was a gymnast too,
also our friend Heather. She was the first one who started lifting, Heather
that is. She got really strong, stronger than Amy even though Amy was bigger.
Then when Amy started lifting, like I said, she started doing crossfit. She
got so fucking strong, leaving Heather in the dust, even though Heather, at
about one-hundred and forty- five pounds is way stronger than an average
hundred eighty pound man. Amy got me into crossfit and I took to it right
away. As to the fighting, it seems I'm a natural. I'm also super aggressive. I
love to fight, and if they're assholes like your boyfriend, all the better."

As Tina talked, Daniele was looking down the beach. "Oh, oh, Tina. Looks like
he's not hiding after all. He's got a couple of his goon friends with him."

Wilt, flanked by two guys who were bigger than him, was coming towards the
girls, looking somewhat threatening. Daniele appeared somewhat alarmed, but
Tina smiled broadly, not worried about a thing. "Good, I love a challenge. My
sister said I'm so untouchable that it's time I took on multiple opponents.
Now's as good a time as any." She stopped walking for a minute and removed her
cutoff denims under which she had an even tiny thong, pink. "I can run faster
and do everything a little better without the less flexible denim." The she
took off fast, really fast, straight towards the three approaching men.

Wilt's two friends were slightly ahead of him and about three feet to each
side. When Tina was about six feet away, she jumped high, spreading her
muscular legs out in a side split, smacking each guy right in the head with
her feet, instinctively snapping as she struck. Down they went even as Tina
continued flying forward towards Wilt. Landing directly in front of him, she
started her newest improvised awesome move. With her arms criss-crossed, she
grabbed his wrists, jumped again, very high, from a standstill. She almost
seemed to hover above him, his arms now pulled up in the air, hers bent at
chest level, she reached out and thrust downward with her arms un-crossing
them and wracking his across his chest in the process and forcing him to turn
around to relieve the pain.

So, as Tina and Wilt landed, she was behind him with his arms crossed on his
chest. She was already on to the next part of her devastating muscle dance.
Pulling in tight, making Wilt realize that by turning around to relieve the
pain in his arms, well now it was still in his arms, but also in his chest.
She shifted her right hand more to the middle of his crossed ones, and then
let go with her left. Torqueing her torso hard to the right caused his legs to
sort of snap or rather, whip back to the right and back behind him and her.
Reaching behind her with her left hand and feeling around until she found an
ankle. She didn't care which one.

She fell to the ground with Wilt face-first, her right arm still holding both
of his, most of her dense hundred and forty-five pounds coming down on his
upper back. She immediately began pulling her left hand back towards her left
shoulder, pulling his leg along behind her back, folding his pain wracked body
the wrong way, with her right shoulder into the middle of his back. She kept
pushing her with shoulder as she crushed in with basically a one arm bear hug.
But as she was pulling that leg of his around her and forward, she was curling
her powerful upper body to the left toward the hand.

Wilt was being bent and twisted farther and farther in this inescapable hold
which was being brutally applied by a sixteen year old female, with a body of
incalculable strength, especially in the midst of destroying some poor guy.
Indeed, adrenalin which pumped through her musculature from fighting was
fueling her power more and more. There was also an inarguable sexual aspect to
wrestling when a member of the female sex so completely dominating the action.
The feelings of sexual superiority coursing through her nervous system
combined with the adrenalin flushing the blood feeding those beautiful muscles
surely seemed to be a lot stronger than when she was just lifting weights.

Indeed, in the middle of a fight there seemed to be no limit to her power. In
seconds, Wilt's body was going limp, and to add one more notch to this
terrible hold, and show everyone how much havoc she could wreak on just about
any mere mortal within fifty pounds of her, she got to her feet. With her
standing and her body pumped to the max the absolute dominance of this hold
was undeniable. Wilt was draped over her right shoulder, his arms were being
crushed into his chest, his right leg was being pulled backwards to the point
of feeling like it was coming out of its socket and his back was being bent
the wrong way over that hard round shoulder of Tina's and across her upper
thick back.

She was slowly turning around to the right to show all those who had gathered
around to see the devastation of her hold, the power that was hard to
comprehend. She got almost turned just in time so see Wilt's friends rushing
towards her. Lowering her shoulder as she completed her turn, she smacked into
the first guy with that leading shoulder, unfortunately for Wilt, the one he
was draped across. Then she continued turning and leaped towards the second
one, pulling back with her shoulders and legs and slamming into him with her
powerful core.

He fell backwards and Tina landed on his stomach and chest, knocking the wind
out of him. She jumped again, forward, and amazing task from sitting on her
shins, and landed on his face, using his gasping, convulsing mouth for her
pleasure, pondering that this was easier for her than if she were still in her
cut up denim thong. Wilt was in an almost unbearable state of pain, which only
got worse as she shuddered in orgasm, clenching in on his twisted body as she
climaxed. Jumping back to her feet, she released her holds and shrugged Wilt
off onto the ground.

She went over to one of Wilt's friends, grabbing him by one arm and lifting
him to his feet. "Do you ever hit your girlfriend?"

"No, never." As she let go of his arm and headed over to the other, he managed
to stay on his feet. Tina glanced over at Daniele who nodded an affirmation
that as far as she knew, he had never hit his girlfriend.

Grabbing the other bozo and helping him up, "How about you? Have you ever hit
your girlfriend, or even your sister, perhaps?"

He whispered "no," clearly scared and not very convincing. Danielle's look
informed Tina that he was lying.

"Good boy," she said, almost sweetly. "Can you stand?"

"I'm fine, thank you. No more fighting, you're too good for us, and too
strong. We were just backing up Wilt."

"No, you guys seem alright. But Wilt has hit Danielle it seems, and on a
regular basis." She looked over at Wilt, who was starting to stir. "Good," she
thought. "I wouldn't want him to miss the finale." Looking back at Wilt's two
buddies, "Okay, I'll spare you guys, but you gotta help me. Get him up and
support him in a standing position, facing me. Hold him with his arms out and
you staying as far to the side of him as you can."

As they started to move towards Wilt, she instructed, "You," referring to the
second guy, you go on the right side of Wilt." She stepped back when they were
ready, assessing the situation, sizing it up, so to speak. Then, "When I say
'now' you guys let go." Tina looked over at Danielle she threw her a kiss.
"For you, baby."

Running towards Wilt for several steps, Tina went into a handspring, calling
out "now". Timing was perfect and she crashed upside down into Wilt just
nanoseconds after they dropped his hands. She wrapped her arms around his
torso while upside down, capturing his arms as well and then completed her
handspring, and then going into an almost slow motion second handspring, like
a barony, fully laid out. Coming down from almost six feet up, she slammed him
down onto the sand.

As it was, it was so easy for her that she was even able to add some extra
torque by arching back some and then crunching forwards at the moment of
impact to make things worse. But not only that, the reason she wanted the one
that was lying, to her right in the upside down part of her move, she kicked
her left leg out as she passed by and totally clocked the guy. Unbelievable.
Then, in a rather informal way, which only underscored her domination, she
just walked away, with two guys incapable of moving at the moment, and one guy
who was peeing himself in relief, thankful that he had been spared.

"Let's go. You need a little pleasure in your life." The gathering crowd was
disbursing and as people wandered off, knowing that show was over, they talked
to themselves and each other about the how this young woman was physically
capable like no one had ever been, man or woman. A young guy, very well built,
about the same height as Wilt, and therefore Amy, but definitely comparable to
her at one-hundred and seventy , fifteen more, all of it muscle, than Wilt,
and even five more than Amy. "Ma'am, Tina?"

Turning sharply to look in his direction, "How do you know my name?" She
looked him up and down. "Hey, you're kinda cute, nice body too. You're almost
as muscular as me. What, did you want to fight me, or something."

"Oh my God, no. You'd kill me, you're incredibly."

"So how did you know my name?"

"I heard your sister say it a while back. I saw your fight that day, even saw
when eight guys tried to hold you down but couldn't do it. "Eight guys? At
once?" Danielle said incredulously causing Tina to giggle at her response.

"Yeah, two on each limb. All they had to do was hold me down and all I had to
do was get up. I won."

"She was unbelievable. It was maybe just a contest, but most of them were
pretty banged up. I think she would have prevailed if it was a fight of some
kind, any kind." Turning back to Tina, "And I saw both your fights today. You
are awesome, that's all I can say. I'll bet you're the best fighter ever,
clearly able to utilize all of your skills from gymnastics and all that power
from lifting and doing crossfit."

"Are you stalking me?"

"No, I just love physically strong athletes, and because I'm straight,
naturally I love physically strong female athletes. I saw you doing the
one-armed handstands on your sister's outstretched hand. Also, I'm a personal
trainer, crossfit actually and I can tell you've got that crossfit explosive
bull strength what only comes from those workouts. I've seen a lot of people
who were so far beyond average people but you're like almost superhuman."

"You've seen my sister, then. What about her?"

"I haven't seen her fight but I'd find it hard to believe that she could be
better."

"You're right, I'm way better. But she still beat me because she's twenty
pounds bigger than me with the same strength to weight ratio. That kind of
power is hard to overcome. Plus she was a gymnast too and was quick enough,
that she could defend herself against some of my moves." She looked back at
Wilt, who was sitting up now, although his friend was still out of it."
Gesturing towards him, "you saw how I had him in a killer hold in about three
seconds, making four or five moves before he even reacted. Actually, he never
got a chance to react at all, I was much too fast, and I would have
overpowered him just as easily if he did manage something. Not so with my
sister." She paused for a minute. The, "Earlier this morning I lifted
two-hundred and seventy five pound over my head. Are you stronger than that?"

"Yes, but so what. Most grown men even ones that work out will never lift half
that much."

"What's your name?"

"Michael."

"Wanna come along, Michael? We're heading to the house we stay at, well, my
sister does, I visit. It's the house of that Frank guy that you saw me trash
that first time. My sister runs his life now. Well, her and his former fiancé,
who by the way, was naturally muscular and is doing crossfit now. She's gotten
strong as shit really fast. Plus she's taller than Amy so I could see her
getting into the eighty-five to one-ninety range. She was stronger than Frank
in less than three months."

She came real close to him, close enough so at her awesome tits brushed
against his thick chest. "Even though you're quite the specimen, you seem kind
of shy."

"Just a little quiet, that's all, and reserved."

"Well, I'm aggressive, really aggressive and I have no doubts about myself,
ever. Maybe we'd make a good pair."

"I like your forceful personality."

"Then you don't mind if I do this." She reached and grabbed his crotch,
firmly, but not enough to hurt. "You don't mind if I check the equipment, do
you?"

"Do I pass the test?"

"A plus." She glanced over at Danielle, who was starting to feel like she
might be in the way, and it showed on her face, "Don't worry, Babe, this is
your afternoon. Michael will help," she glanced at him. "Won't you?" He nodded
his agreement and off they went. But they didn't get very far.

As they approached the volleyball court, all Danielle needed was one quick
look. "That's gotta be your sister, right?"

"Yeah. I didn't even know she played volleyball. Probably the first time
someone has played in a slingshot bathing suit."

"I'm surprised the guys can play at all. They must all be sporting boners."

"Yeah, she does that to guys, always, just like me. I'm surprised you don't
have one."

"I had one the whole time you were fighting." He looked back at the court.
"Too bad she's not getting much play."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, in doubles, whoever receives the serve almost always gets to be the
hitter. You know, first person receives and passes, second person sets and
then first person hits. If you want to win, you serve the person who doesn't
hit as well. It seems that that would be you sister's partner." As Tina
listened, "Yeah, I played volleyball too. I have a pretty good vertical leap
and doubles is more suited to a shorter person who can jump. Evidently good
for your sister too."

"How good was your jump?"

"About four feet."

Indeed, the three guys were all in the six feet range and pretty good players.
They were decent jumpers, in the two and a half foot range, mostly hitting the
ball about twenty feet deep on the thirty foot side. Michael explained how the
higher you jump, the closer you can hit it to the net, putting it down, as
they say.

"Since you say you were a good jumper, could you put it down?"

"Pretty well."

"Better than these guys?"

"Yes." He seemed almost reluctant to say it, not wanting to appear boastful.

"Oh, you're so cute, not wanting to build yourself up like that. That's a
problem I don't have. I know I'm the best and I don't mind saying so. So, how
much better than these guys? Come on, fess up."

"Okay, I could consistently put it at about the ten foot line."

"Very impressive for someone who's like six inches shorter than those guys."

Several plays later, Amy hadn't received a serve, but she had dug a hit from
the other team. Her partner put up a very nice set, and Amy went right over
the blocker, by quite a bit, and put the ball away about three feet from the
net. "Wow," exclaimed Michael, "that was awesome." Maybe once in my life I had
a hit like that. She's amazing."

A few plays later, Amy pounded one from the left of the blocker, to the right,
straight down, the ball hitting the sand about one foot from the net and
hitting hard, bouncing more than thirty feet into the air, the ultimate in
'putting it down'. Amy's entire luscious torso was completely above the guy
who ws trying to block. Michael commented that she had to have jumped close to
five feet. "God, just like you're the best pure fighter, she's got to be the
best hitter."

The rest of the game, every time she got an opportunity to hit, it was a
foregone conclusion that it would not just be successful, but also that it
would be spectacular. Danielle commented that as high as she was jumping and
as hard as she was hitting, it's a wonder those breasts stayed put with the
tiny bit of material holding them in place. "That's because they're so firm
they hardly move. You felt mine against your chest, Michael. They're just like
hers."

"They were so firm you'd think they were actual muscles."

As they headed back to the house, Amy brought along the guy who had been her
partner in that pickup game. She whispered to her sister that he was
absolutely gushing over her. He loved her curvy body and all those muscles. He
confessed to her that he almost came in his shorts the first time she hit the
ball, and on and on.

Inevitably, when they were sitting around smoking a joint, the guy, Carl,
asked how strong Amy was. "You know, it always comes to this. Well, what do
you think?"

"Pretty strong, stronger than a lot of guys probably."

"But look at how full my muscles are. See how yours are rather flat by
comparison. Even relaxed, mine have a roundness to them, and the veins stick
out like that because the muscles are way bigger than normal. I know that my
tits do a lot to push out my suit like this, but see how deep my pecs even
push my tits out too. Your chest seems somewhat flat under your tanktop.
Anyway, do you think girl muscles and guy muscles are different?"

"Well, yeah, I think so. I hadn't really thought about it much. Guy ego, I
guess."

"Well, let's look at it a different way. When you started playing volleyball,
you couldn't jump as high as you do now, right?"

"Yeah, that's true."

"And as you played more and more, your legs got stronger and you gradually
were jumping higher and higher, right?" He nodded his head. "Well, I'm jumping
twice as high as you, so my legs are probably stronger than yours, a lot
stronger. Now, following the same logic, you hit harder than you did when you
started playing, because probably your arms and shoulders have gotten
stronger, your back as well."

"Yeah, but there's so much technique involved, you know that. As dazzling a
hitter as you are, you must admit, it took years to get that good."

Carl was sitting on the floor, actually they all were, in a kind of circle,
easier to pass the joint that way. Amy got on her knees and crawled over
towards, Carl, leaning into him in a friendly way, causing him to sort of lean
back. When her face was really close to his, she whispered, "That was only my
second time playing and I had many hits as good as today that first time. I
hit so much harder than you because my back, shoulders and arms are much
stronger, and I am a totally superior athlete. I can pretty much master any
sport the first time I try it. You should have seen the dweeb who was teaching
me to hit. He was explaining how you can hit hard and deep, or down but then
you have to take something off of it. I told him I thought if a person could
jump real high, higher than him, way higher than him, they could hit it down
and hard. Ha ha, he was so humiliated."

"Well, I guess you are a lot stronger than me, and a better athlete to boot."

"Good boy, right answer. You may get lucky yet. You know, being a superior
physical specimen, I'm always horny, and smoking a little pot always makes me
even hornier. Do you think I could look any hotter than I do right now?"

"I don't think any woman in the world could, but your sister comes close."

"Ha. I'm just as hot as my big sister, just a little smaller."

"Well, I think I have a way to make your dick so hard you'll think it's going
to explode. Context can do a lot to enhance a situation. I'll be right back."
She got up and sauntered out of the exercise area. Tina started whispering in
Michael's ear. After a few seconds, he got up and moved to the other end of
the mats.

Tina looked over at Carl, making sure he was paying attention. She needn't
have worried. With Amy out of the room, Carl's eyes were glued to Tina's
fantastic physique. She had put those cut up shorts back on after wiping out
Wilt, and as she explained to Carl their little demonstration, she was
wiggling back out of them. "Mr., a little while before we encountered your
volleyball game, I beat the crap out of this guy, taking care of his two
buddies at the same time. My new friend, Michael here is going to help me
demonstrate my finishing move. As you can see, he's the same size as Amy and
he's all muscle so he probably won't get hurt."

In the meantime, Amy was rifling through Frank's chest of drawers trying to
find what she was looking for, blue gym shorts like Carl was wearing and a
tank top. She came back out just in time to see Tina do her handspring to
upside down bearhug, spinning in a full layout and slamming Michael, who was
fifteen pounds heavier than Wilt, onto his back. It seemed that those fifteen
pounds didn't matter one bit. No one noticed Amy as all eyes were on Tina.

Amy backed into the shadows while Tina sauntered over to Carl, who sat with
his mouth open, knowing what he had just seen was an almost impossible move.
Michael stayed on his back, recovering as Tina strode back towards Carl. "Mr.
Carl, that takes strength and skills that are almost impossible to even
fathom. Lemme ask you, do you ever work out with weights?"

"Some."

"Do you know how much you can bench?"

"Well, I have real long arms."

"Answer the question."

"About one-forty."

"And how much do you weigh?"

"About one-seventy-five."

"Well, I weigh one-forty-five and I can bench three-hundred and fifteen. The
reason I'm telling you this is not to brag, although I like bragging, but to
explain that the only person stronger than me is Amy."

Just then, she stepped back into the light, asking Carl to stand up. She came
over and stood beside him in an identical outfit to his, except she had tied
the tanktop up under those magnificent tits. "That other outfit, you know, the
slingshot, emphasized my smoldering sexuality while still showing how muscular
and powerful I am. This outfit is meant to underscore my awesome strength and
athleticism, as well as my super competitive nature while still showing how
fucking hot I m. What do you think?"

"I think you're so hot that my dick feels harder than it's ever been. And your
outfit makes it quite clear that you're a far more incredible specimen than I
could ever hope to be."

"Are you intimidated?"

"Yes, but more excited than I can remember."

"Good. You are about to be overpowered in a way that you can only imagine, to
be dominated in ways you didn't think were possible, for their entertainment
and for my sexual gratification."

There couldn't have been a bigger contrast in their physiques in those almost
matching outfits. Her curvy musculature was pushing the limits of the shorts,
rolled down to reveal as much detailed torso as possible, those exquisite
devils' horns pointing down to the "promised land". That thinning material
barely covered that round hard ass and looked like it was fraying with each
move, the leg openings so tight, they would surely tear under the strain of
any activity. Packed shoulders burst out of the top, and her nipples were
clearly erect, just from being turned on by her own hotness and anticipation
of how she was going to sexually abuse this poor guy. Only Amy could look this
hot in an old worn pair of running shorts and a tanktop. He looked like a
stick figure by comparison, his clothes hanging off of him.

She turned to him and gave him a peck on the cheek. "The ultimate test to see
whether the female muscles are stronger than the male's."

"I thought we already established that you're probably a lot stronger than
me."

"But my sister and her friends want to be entertained," she turned toward
Tina, "don't you? What did you do to your guy?"

"Oh, he'll be okay in a minute."

"Turning back to Carl, she whispered, "Wrestle me."

He gulped audibly. "I don't have a chance, do I?"

"No, but it'll be fun, I promise. Tell you what. I'll only use one arm. And
why don't we start with you putting me in any hold you want?"

So, he had her lie down on her stomach. He bent her legs until her feet were
almost touching that perfect ass, and then he sat on them, his legs splayed
out to the sides. He put her arms in a double chicken wing behind her back.
Tina said go and Amy arched her back, her legs flying up with such explosive
force that Carl became airborne above her and causing a loud ripping sound as
her shorts tore on both sides. By the time he came down, her lower legs were
no longer folded and as he landed on her hamstrings, he found her calves
around his neck.

As soon as her leg hold was secure, she torqued to the right then rolled back.
In an instant, he was on his back and she was sitting on his head. Amy slid
off and above him, flipped him over onto his stomach then lifted his head and
pulled it into her crotch, but not before pulling both his arms around the
outside of her legs and up above his head, one at a time since she was only
using one hand. But she moved so quickly that even though he was trying to
bring the first arm back down, she had them both up and captured in a split
second.

Leaning back onto the back of her shoulders, she arched her back, pulling her
legs and most of Carl up off the mat, squeezing and un-squeezing until she
came strongly, almost ripping his head off in the process. Relaxing her hold
and letting go of his arms, but keeping his face firmly in place, she leaned
forward and ripped his shorts off. "Hmmm, nice package," she thought to
herself. She rolled to one side so that she was back on top of him and then
quickly slid down, capturing his arms at his sides. She pushed her feet in
between his legs, pretty high up, the tops of her feet against his inner
thighs. And then she pried his legs apart as she clamped tight on his waist
and arms with her knees as she spread his legs farther and farther. With her
just using her lower legs, he should have been able to stop her, but she was
simply far too strong, something that was becoming quite apparent.

Placing the hand that she was using above his head, she pushed her upper body
off of him, her triceps exploding in detail, her biceps full and round. "Look
at this arm little man. It's not twice as big as yours, it just looks it
because the muscle are so full. What were you thinking? And look how I'm able
to use my legs to capture your arms and spread your legs at the same time. You
have all the leverage down there, but I'm just too fucking strong." She
stopped talking for a second, tore off her top, and lowered her tits down near
his face. She started dipping one shoulder, then the other, back and forth,
causing those awesome puppies to brush against his face. She could feel his
erection getting harder and harder.

Amy started to move her shoulders faster, getting closer until she was
essentially punching his face with breasts that were so firm, they were almost
as solid as her muscles. . His penis was getting bigger and he was about to
come. A few quick hip thrusts put an end to that. When she thought she might
knock him out with her tits, she lifted off again to arm's length. Her nipples
were now wet with his saliva and sweat. His face was red and he was gasping
for breath.

Her next move was somewhat designed to show off for Tina and her friends. Carl
was too out of it to appreciate it. The tips of her toes were the only thing
touching the mat and her hand above his head. Amy went into a plank, lifting
his hips off the ground, arching his body backwards as she slowly bent her
power packed torso causing her to go higher. It was another awesome feat of
strength. And then she let go and he crashed to the mat. "Ha. I guess I'm just
too much for him, but too bad."

In a move worthy of Tina, Amy pushed off with her one arm and both legs, spun
herself in mid-air, and splash down on Carl, facing the other way. Tearing her
shorts off, she started to grind her pussy on his face as she took him into
her mouth. He was at nine inches now, and she was determined to make him
bigger. Sitting back up and bringing his full weight along as if it was
nothing, the now revived Carl was getting another taste of her awesome
strength as she held him upside down with one arm, and slid up onto her knees
as she held his face firmly in place, knowing that her full weight on his head
would probably render him unconscious once again, especially as she started
vigorously undulating in the throes of a tongue induced orgasm.

Mission accomplished, she released him and quick as a wink, flipped around
again so she was still attached to his face, but looking away from him. She
snaked her legs around his skinny torso with the top of her feet curled under
his back. The she rolled forwards into, not a handstand, but a forearm stand.
Her magnificently muscled body was above her with a slight arch to her back,
and she was resting on her forearms, looking over at Tina and her friends.
Carl was firmly gripped in those monstrously powerful legs, upside down, with
his face still where she wanted it, firmly plastered against her throbbing
pussy. His arms were free and he was pawing away at those muscular thighs, but
needless to say, getting nowhere.

She no longer felt the need to abstain from using only one arm and what she
did next was hard to believe. Removing one of them from the floor, she put a
hand on the back of his head to further grind him in, so she was balancing her
bodyweight and his on that one forearm while she wiggled around in ecstasy and
he squirmed in pain. But not so much pain that he didn't come in buckets as
she climaxed.

Amy moved the hand that was behind his head up towards the middle of his back
but kept his head in place with her elbow. Her feet inched farther down his
back, past his skinny butt and then in a burst of power, got her feet between
his thighs and spread his legs out into a split. Tina, Michael, and Danielle
knew they were seeing sexual acrobatics the likes of which had never been done
before. And then she pushed off and went into a full one armed handstand,
Danielle noticed that even upside down, her solid tits stuck straight out.
Totally mesmerized by Amy's awesomeness, she crawled over and started licking
Amy's nipples, one then the other until the dual stimulation caused her to
have a huge meltdown, but still not losing her balance.

Tina turned to Michael. "I want you to keep Danielle in a state of total
ecstasy until I get back." She headed out the door and returned in half an
hour with Wilt draped over a shoulder. Amy was busy fucking the daylights out
of Carl in a standing position, crushing him against a wall. Danielle was on
her back and Michael was eating her out to her heart's content. Tina put her
hands on his hips and picked him up off of her, tossing him aside before
lifting Danielle and placing her on Wilt's face. "If he stops licking, let me
know."

Tina and Michael were the only ones comparable in strength and the fucking
they did for the next hour was earth shattering, each one taking turns being
the dominant one. She didn't mind, she had plans for him. When they were
satisfied, she went back to Danielle. Wilt was unconscious but she had figured
out how to use his nose and was lost in her own world. Carl was unconscious,
lying on the floor in a crumpled heap net to the wall where Amy had been
fucking him and she was gone.

As she thought about what had transpired that day, of having lost to her
sister in wrestling the day before and then watching Amy do some sexual
gymnastics that she wasn't sure she could do, using Carl as a mere prop. Well,
she was determined that that would change. In three months, she fully intended
to clean Amy's clock and then use her in the same way she had used Carl.