Tina continued Heather Pt. 6 by Musclehead "Tina, what are you doing here?" "Amy told me you probably wouldn't mind if I came over for a swim. Is that okay?" "Sure. Gee, I haven't seen you since gymnastics season ended a year ago. Amy tells me that you're lifting now too, and doing crossfit. She says you're doing really good." "Is that what she said?" "Yeah. Hey I like the message on the shirt." Tina had on a shirt that was clearly a men's extra-large. It hung off her body loosely, all the way down to the below the knees, but her broad shoulders filled it out. The logo said, 'My girlfriend is stronger than your boyfriend'. "But why are you wearing it? That seems like a guy shirt." "Yeah, a guy at the crossfit gym gave it to me. Well, I guess now that you and Amy are gone it would seem that I would be the star of the gymnastics team, but I'm not doing that anymore." "Oh, she didn't tell me that part." "Yeah, I don't like being told what to do, by a coach or anyone else for that matter. So I just practice on my own, but I would be the best by far if I was still on the team. Anyway, I was gonna take a few laps and then practice my diving if that's okay." "Fine with me." Tina pulled the oversize shirt over her head to the accompaniment of a loud gasp. "Holy shit, Tina. You're incredible. Jeeze, how is it possible? You're only a little over sixteen." Since the last time we had seen Tina, when she kicked the shit out of Frank in front of a large group of people at the beach, she had gained fifteen pounds, all muscle. Yes, her arms and legs were somewhat fuller than before. Fifteen and a half inch arms on a five two frame is nothing to sneeze at. But the shoulders and upper back and chest were where so much of that muscle was gained. Even if she didn't have those tits, her chest circumference would have been around forty inches. Add in the breasts, those two incredible ta-tas that blasted off her pecs, and it was now a reality that she was almost twice as big on top as her tight waistline. "Well, you were only a couple years older when you started lifting." "Four years older." "Anyway, we all, you, Amy and me, had the gymnastics background all. Oh, I don't know, the timing was perfect. Puberty which switching into high gear, my hormones were raging, and I just packed on the muscle even quicker than you, or Amy for that matter. And then there's the genetics. You too." "You're way beyond me, girl." "I'm way beyond Amy too." Before Heather could respond to Tina's haughtiness, after all, Amy was just about superhuman when it came to strength and athletic skills, Tina suggested, "Hey, wanna do diving where one of us goes first, then the other tries to copy?" "Sure." "You first, Heather. You were the best gymnast. You're probably the best diver." Her first dive was a facing forward but flipping backwards double layout. Due to her strength, Heather got very high off the board and far out from it at the same time. Beautiful. Tina's turn. She bounced off the board with such explosive power that she got twice as high as Heather, but not out. No, show-off Tina did her double back layout and came down onto the edge of the board right where she had taken off from, immediately springing back up, even higher and this time out before perfectly executing the dive. Heather was sitting on the side of the pool, just about swooning, her mouth open in awe as Tina swam to the side. The board was still bouncing as she put her hands on the edge and thrusted herself out of the pool to a standing position using just her arms. "What do you think, Heather?" She was dumbfounded for a minute before uttering, "That was incredible. You're quite a bit stronger than me, aren't you?" "Yes, quite a bit." "More than quite a bit, I think." "Yeah. By the way, I think Amy will have to pay for saying I'm just doing really good. I don't mean to sound too arrogant, well, yes I do. I'm fucking awesome. Still only five-two, but I'm one-forty-five pounds of killer muscle now." "That's the same as me." "I figured. You're a very strong woman, Heather, way stronger than an average guy, and I know you told Amy that you felt like a felt weak little girl compared to Amy. But remember that she has almost twenty-five pounds on you. So, let me tell you, you and I are the same size, well, the same weight. You've gotten really strong but only gained maybe fifteen pounds since you started lifting. I've gained twenty-five fucking pounds of muscle and because of adding crossfit to my workout regimen, I am fucking scary strong. You should feel that way around me too because I'm almost as strong as Amy, even though she's got more than twenty pounds on me. She's incredible but I'm even more so." "Jeeze, just like I said to Amy. Not fair. All those muscles you're still more curvy and hot than ninety percent of the women out there. And those torpedo tits. No fair." "Oh, I think that's from that stuff that that trainer gets us. My tits have gotten bigger and they're so firm that they seem to not only stick straight out, but even go up a little. That shit really helped a lot. "It's not steroids, is it?" "No. I mean, think about how it's made me more feminine, no manly side-affects. My voice is still really high. It's really funny when some guy hears my squeaky little voice and when he freaks out when I'm like four times as strong as him. Anyway, go again." "I'm sure there's nothing I can do that you won't be able to do better." "So what. We're just having fun. I'm trying to impress you, not humiliate you. Humiliation will come later." "What?" "You'll see. Don't worry, not you." "Why don't you go first?" Tina went over to the board and stood as far back as she could go. Then she put her arms up and arched her back the way a gymnast would at the beginning and the end of a routine. It was quite a sight with those awesome tits of hers and that thick upper body. Then she took off as fast as she could down the board, getting as much bounce out of it as was humanly possible, flying up and out, doing what looked like twisting cartwheels, spinning end over end and twisting her powerful torso. Five full cartwheels landed her almost into the shallow end. As a gymnast, Heather understood the enormous power needed to pull off such a dazzling maneuver and her whole body shuddered in response. Tina once again got out of the pool and walked over towards Heather, completely confident that not only could Heather not match that but that nobody could. It was the same looks she gave Frank that said, "you'll never beat me". "I'm not even gonna try to do that." "You have to try." Heather's head whipped around at the sound of Scott's voice. "Hi, babe. I'll never do that. She's just too good, too strong. Who's your friend?" "Well, he's not exactly my friend, more of an acquaintance. I told him that Tina was gonna be here this afternoon and he practically begged me to bring him. Mark, this is Heather, and you know Tina." Heather looked over at Tina, who stood there sort of shrugging her shoulders and acting all innocent, but obviously had something up her sleeve. Heather went over and took Tina by the arm, walking away from the guys. "What's going on, girl?" "Well, look at him. Look at that body, all muscle. Very nice, but he doesn't compare to me, don't ya think?" Heather was getting used to Tina's high opinion of herself, after all, she was right. "But he's quite the asshole. He's a wrestler, your guy's age. Went to a different high school. Thinks he's all that. He likes girls with some muscle, and he can't fathom the idea that a girl could be stronger than him. I'm sure he's very strong, probably as strong as or stronger than you or Scott, but, well, you can guess the rest." "He's not stronger than you." "And I don't know if Amy told you about my wrestling skills," she shook her head no, "but they're as devastating as my strength. So, he needs to be educated. And I like an audience. I can be a real showoff." Just then, about six girls came through the gate. Heather didn't know any of them. They were all cute and athletic. And unknown to Heather, Mark had forced himself on every one of them, although he didn't see it that way. Tina knew. It was now show time, but he'd have to be goaded, tricked, or seduced into fighting her. She was capable of doing all three at once. Most of the girls had met Tina, and they knew she was a musclebabe, but they had never seen her nearly naked and they were all pretty taken aback by her magnificent body, so female yet so obviously strong. It didn't sit well with Mark that all the attention was being paid to her. Heather and Tina resumed their little diving competition and while Heather was very good, it was so obvious to everyone that Tina had so much more power in her dives than the very strong Heather. Soon enough one of the girls said she wanted to see the two girls wrestle. Heather immediately begged off. "Tina is much stronger than me and evidently she's a good wrestler from what I've heard." "Great wrestler. Awesome wrestler. I'm an awesome wrestler. I know that sounds arrogant but it's true." "Then why don't you wrestle Mark?" suggested one of the girls. "He's a big time wrestler himself." Mark was not as big as Frank, but at five eight and a hundred and sixty-five pounds, he was way better developed, obviously someone who took his workouts very seriously. And he had twenty pounds on Tina. Still, what seemed apparent to the girls, but not him was that she was clearly even more conditioned and jacked. "I'm not gonna wrestler her. I'd hurt her." "I don't think so," chirped one of the girls. "Scared?" yelled another. "Don't you want to get your hands all over that luscious body of hers like you did with me?" "You wrestled with me and you roughed me up some. I think you're scared. She's got way more muscles than you." He looked over at Tina. Yeah he really liked muscular girls and she was certainly the most muscular he had ever seen. And those tits. "She's a walking muscle-babe wet dream," he thought to himself. "Maybe I could tit fuck her after I beat her". "He's getting a boner." All the girls started laughing. "He's scared and excited at the same time." "What's in it for me when I win?" "The most awesome sex you could ever imagine," cooed Tina. "What about if Tina wins?" called one of the girls. "Oh, don't worry about that since Mark is so sure a girl could never beat him." Mark was a mix of emotions at the moment. He had seen Tina perform some impossible dives, every one of them exhibiting explosive power, she clearly was at least as muscular as he was, and there was a lingering feeling in his mind, that if any chick could beat him, it might be her. He also couldn't wait to feel that body against his and he didn't doubt for a second that when he won, sex with such an awesome creature would be mind-blowing. Tina, on the other hand, had absolutely no doubts that she was going to crush this dude. She too was very aroused, her nipples, just about the only thing covered on her magnificent body, swelling in anticipation. He could sense her absolute confidence, and she could tell that he wasn't completely sure of the outcome. So it began. Obviously all the girls were cheering for Tina. They all thought she was so hot, he had been somewhat abusive to all of them at one time or another. Girls naturally would cheer for another girl especially in what might appear to be an underdog situation. Unfortunately, Mark's wrestling skills, his size advantage, and what was starting to appear to be greater strength, was starting to win out and soon, Tina found herself on her back with Mark on top of her. He was perched on her tight waist holding her wrists and slowly pushing them down towards the grass on either side of her head. "This was too easy," he thought. "Was she gonna suck his dick in front of all these girls after he won?" Tina was giving him some pretty good resistance but slow he was gaining ground. Finally he had her arms about two inches off the ground when all movement stopped. She was about to show him a new definition of underdog, not a smaller opponent against a larger one, or a woman against a man. No, an underdog was just about anyone when they were tangling with a curvy hot pitbull named Tina. She smiled up at Mark. "Are you ready to give up?" "What are you talking about, you crazy bitch?" "Well, once my onslaught begins, there'll be no turning back, and it's about to begin, Markipoo." Then, bringing to bear her trademark skills of speed, agility, flexibility and explosive strength, she lurched her body as she broke her muscled arms away from his grip, re-grasping his wrists and putting them down and behind his back as she brought her legs up in the space she had created while he hovered above her while simultaneously shifting her body to the side. He crashed down face first to the ground, his torso and arms captured in her mighty legs. "Well, that took two seconds," she taunted as all the girls cheered. "Watch this, girls." She twisted her lower torso in the direction of his head, grinding his face into the turf. His legs were sticking up in the air and the more she twisted, the higher they went. Putting her hands on the ground a little behind her, she straightened her arms, the details in her thick biceps and triceps filling out, the veins pulsing. Lifting her butt off the ground put even more pressure on his pain wracked body, and then to show off even more, Tina put one arm in the air the way one might strike a pose at the end of a floor exercise. After about ten seconds, she suddenly twisted in the other direction. His legs hit the ground and his back arched painfully from the tremendous power she was pouring into the hold. Then she let go and as he collapsed to the ground, Tina gracefully fell backwards and up into a one arm handstand. It was such a cool contrast, her dancelike move, her powerful upside down superstructure steady as a rock as his crumpled body lay there. Underdog, indeed. Bouncing to her feet, she paraded around the group getting high fives from all the girls, stopping in front of Scott to gauge his reaction. She could tell how turned on he was, and so could Heather. "He's mine, Tina." "I know, girlfriend. And I respect that. But if I wanted him, I could take him and there would be nothing you could do about it. He wouldn't be able to stop me either." Mark was stirring now, but Tina paid no mind until she felt him wrap his arms around her hard core and pick her up from behind, pulling her away from the group. As he tried to bull her to the ground, her arms went out and she handsprung over, bringing him along for the ride, ending up with him on his back and her sitting on him this time. Instead of pressing her advantage, she got up off him and stood straddling him as she raised her arms over her head, waving them back and forth. He was pissed and humiliated and he was seeing the opportunity for awesome sex slipping away. That thought was a mighty motivator. He bolted to a seated position, grabbed her ankles and pulled hard. Now it was her turned to be up in the air, but unlike Mark, Tina quickly turned around her disadvantage. Twisting in mid-air so she was facing away from him, she landed on her hands, immediately blasting off, flying backwards with her leg spread out. She slammed into him, her crotch to his face, landing on her feet behind him. She brought her thighs together, capturing his head, but kept her lower legs splayed out some which allowed her to push her knees into the small off his back. Mark started pawing at her muscular thighs, which actually helped her balance as she bent over backwards so far that she was able to reach his legs at the knees from underneath. With just her arm strength, she pulled them back and then straightened up again. Mark was in a world of trouble. His head was caught between some skull crusher thighs and his efforts to pry them apart with his arms were completely unsuccessful. His back was not only arched, but he was being pulled back against her knees by her amazingly strong arms yanking on his legs. Showing complete control, Tina slowly bent back again, this time going down until the top of her head was touching the ground. Her arms were fully curled in now, the biceps as round and full as could be, his legs totally locked in place. The movements of his head as he tried to break free and his gasping for air into her crotch were providing amazing stimulus. He was in agony and she was in ecstasy. He knew in the back of his pain filled mind that he had no chance, that she was his superior in every way, faster, more flexible, more coordinated. Her skills also were finely honed, but it was her ability to improvise in a split second to turn a potential problem into any devastating maneuver she wanted that separated her from merely good fighters. And she was strong, fucking strong, superhuman strong. As Tina achieved several orgasms at his expense, her mind was contemplating the fact that she couldn't be beat. When she released her hold, just standing straight up from her wrestler's bridge, he dropped like a stone. She went over to the girls. Each and every one of them was as turned on as she could be. Scott had a stain in his shorts, but Heather didn't mind because she was pretty damp herself. One at a time, the girls told Tina how he had abused them. None of it was horrible or anything, but it definitely underscored an attitude of male superiority, which presumably Tina had just rectified. Mark was sitting up now, dazed but awake. One of the girls motioned towards him and Tina turned to face him. "Are you ready for round two, Mark?" "No, please, no more." "But I'm just getting started. I have sooo much energy to burn. You'll never be able to keep up with me. And if you think I'm strong now, well I've got some bad news for you. You seem to be losing steam. On the other hand, when I'm readjusting the outlook of jerks like you, I get really turned on, like right now. And the more turned on I get, the stronger I get. No, things are only going to go downhill from here for you." "I'm not gonna fight you anymore." "I didn't think you've been fighting yet. But if you don't try, then it'll really get bad." "You've proven you're point. You're better than me." "Better is an understatement. I'm superior to you in every way." "Then why do we have to continue?" "Because you've treated all these girls in a disrespectful, chauvinistic way. Time to pay the piper." Tina wanted Mark to become more aggressive so that she could put on a show, like she had with Frank, like when it seemed like he was preparing to slam her to the ground, within seconds she had improvised a move that had him on his back, tangled up by his own limbs. So, she let Mark attack, and when he was sure he had her in a good hold, she flew into action. She was on the ground on her stomach. He had one knee on the back of her neck, and was hold her arms behind her in a double chicken wing. Even considering how dominating she had been up to this point, it hadn't occurred to him that she had let him get her in this position. He was leaning down to grab her leg, forgetting how much flexibility she had to go along with that otherworldly brute strength. Suddenly the leg that he wasn't reaching came up, and curled back as her powerful torso twisted towards him. In a flash, he was on his back, hold broken and she was kneeling with his head tucked in the fold of her knee. Another twist and roll and now his neck was still caught, and the other knee was up, and the small of his back was across her thigh. She reached under that leg with her arm that was on the side of his head and threaded one of his legs under her thigh as her other arm did the same, pulling his far arm through. "Oh, this is so easy. He had me, now I have him. Ha Ha." It was another example of how she couldn't be stopped and how she could render any very strong guy helpless in seconds with ingenious and devastatingly painful holds. And she was about to make this one worse. Keeping his one leg and opposite arm captured with hers, she put her hands to the ground and lifted her leg, the one that he was stretched across, off the ground, straightening her lower leg and pointing her toe. As she raised the leg higher, his back bent more. And then she started lifting her muscular ass off the ground, arching his poor body farther than it was ever meant to go. The overwhelming brute strength that it took for her to basically do a sort of gymnastics pose while twisting this loser's body was hard to comprehend. She powered down until he screamed in agony and then she threw him off and away from her onto the ground on his back. Ever the showoff, she kipped to her feet and sauntered around his prone body, the only movement being the occasional gulp for air, the only sounds, whimpers. It was such a contrast. She seemed like she could go a couple more hours. He looked like he needed a paramedic. This was a very strong, well-conditioned and skilled wrestler and she had simply destroyed him. Dropping down behinds his head, she crawled like a cat sliding her curvy hard torso onto his until her crotch was on his head. She sat up, her back arched, her tits thrust out. Tina reached one arm out to the side, much as her sister had done when she was balancing Tina in those one arm handstand pushups a few months back. With her other arm, she reached forward and as she moaned very loudly in the midst of an earth shattering orgasm, she ripped off Mark's swimsuit with such force, it pulled his hips off the ground until the suit gave way. She was like the ultimate warrior goddess taking her vanquished foe. He dick average in size, disappointing considering he had a very muscular well-conditioned body, well most of the time, right now it was a train wreck. Anyway, as Tina contemplated whether or not to fuck him, she went over to her appreciative audience. One girl gushed, "You're incredible. It's no fair. You are unbelievably strong and muscular and yet you still have more female curves than the rest of us." "It's the supplements I take, made my tits bigger, my sister's too. Heather, tell them about my sister." "She's a larger version of Tina. Frighteningly strong." "I'll catch her sooner or later. In spite of her awesome genetics, mine are pretty much the same, and as aggressive as she is, I'm even more so. Plus I've got the little sister baggage. Yeah," she emphasized, "I'm gonna catch her real soon." Another girl asked, "Do you think anyone can beat you, you're such an awesome fighter?" Heather continued, "Amy can. And Amy made my brother's dick grow 2 inches, permanently, because she's so hot." Tina ignored the second part of Heather's little jab. "Ya know, I used to do this thing with six of the neighborhood boys, no big deal, they were all about my size, but were still really boys, if you know what I mean." They all laughed as she continued. "It's hardly worth mentioning, except that Amy forbade me to mess with them anymore. So, down at the beach, I upped the ante. The suit I was wearing that day was leopard skin, matching Amy's, extremely revealing, like today, only it underscored the whole jungle goddess image. I wore white today to show off my tan." "Anyway, I digress. So at the beach, instead of six, there were eight. They were all a little bigger than me, a little more physically grown up than the neighborhood boys, and even though they weren't all buff or anything, they all looked pretty fit, certainly not wimpy. So, I laid on the ground on my back, and two each secured my arms and legs. We weren't fighting. All they had to do was hold me down and keep me from escaping, and all I had to do was get loose. After it was over, I was standing there, brushing sand off myself, and they were all on the ground in various states, but all of them pretty banged up. If I had decided to press my advantage at that moment, I'm sure I would have slaughtered them all, so, unless some guy is huge, and manages to hurt me pretty badly, I guess, no, I can't be beat." She went over and picked up the shirt she had worn earlier, the huge one that said, 'My girlfriend is stronger than you' and held it up so the girls could see how big it was. "This guy does crossfit. He's really big, six-two, two-twenty. He said he'd give it to me if he couldn't pin my "cute little ass" as he put it. He didn't get it done. It was a draw." "Can you make Mark's dick grow?" asked one of the girls, remembering what Heather had said about Amy. "Well, let's see." Tina glided over to Mark and straddled his head, facing his feet. Showing that gymnasts balance, she stood on one leg and reached the other down, gently stroking his cock with her toes until he was once again fully erect and now awake. Bringing the leg back and asking him if he was ready for more, Mark moaned and begged. "Don't worry Mark. I'm not going to beat you anymore, you're no competition for me anymore, you never were. No, you just lie there and don't move. If you do anything, I'll hurt you. Now look up at my face." Mark looked up, but he couldn't see anything past those thrusting tits. Slowly, Tina expanded her chest muscles, pushing the tiny pieces of fabric farther and farther until the strings broke and her top fell onto his chest. She began kneading her fabulous breasts, pinching her nipples, cupping their fullness and then running her hands up and down the pronounced ridges of her abs. She never moved her hands farther down towards her pussy, she didn't have to. Soon enough, she was moaning loudly and Mark's dick started to get a little longer and a little thicker as the scent of estrogen filled the air. Just as his dick looked like it was about to explode, Tina leaped high and did a twisting cartwheel, landing perfectly, her feet on either side of his hips. She dropped down so she was sitting on his thighs and grabbed ahold, stopping him instantly. Then she started to play with her tits again, staring at him with a smile on her face, but not a friendly one, but rather one meant to scare him, to let him know that she owned him. Arching her back, she laid down on his legs, those awesome puppies sticking straight in the air, the view from Mark's standpoint beyond description, at once emphasizing her female charms as well as her stunning power. Somehow, she sensed that he was about to come again, even though she couldn't see him. But her hand found his cock and the ejaculation was ended before it started. Sitting back up, she scootched back a little farther. "My, my, little man, you've grown an inch, fattened up a little too." Leaning forward, she started to gently brush her tits on his ever growing cock. It was up to seven and a half inches now. He started to cum. She stopped him. Tina got up on her haunches and walked up to his face on her knees. "Untie my suit bottoms with your teeth, boy." He did as told. Then she rubbed her pussy on his nose as she reached back and stroked his now eight inch cock. As she achieved nirvana, she once again stopped him. "Calling over her shoulder to Heather, she asked, "How much bigger did my sister make Justin's dick?" "About two inches, but he was bigger than Mark to start. Funny how a weakling like him could have a bigger cock than a jacked guy like Mark." "I'm goin' for three then. Sibling rivalry." She slid back down his body and started using his boner the way she had used his nose, sliding back and forth as she grapevine his legs and crossed his arms above his head, staring down at him, her face inches away. She could feel him growing some more, the thickness rubbing all parts of her oozing pussy. Just as she felt him start to ejaculate, she dove forwards, her entwined legs pulling his along until his cock was right over his head, shooting like a geyser, soaking his face with his own cum. After it was all over, Tina encouraged all the girls to take turns using his face for their pleasure. And even though she had 'cause his dick to grow to nine inches, she didn't feel like fucking him. She had something else in mind.