Pam, Tamara and Jill's Track Season, Part 2  
by Musclehead



Jill had been doing a lot of reading. She knew that she was pretty amazing,
but she also knew that she was not in Pam and Tamara's league, and she wanted
to be. She burned with desire to go from being merely awesome to being almost
superhuman, like them. She had read somewhere about this guy who was doing
extreme long distance bicycling, hundreds of miles a day. He would eat a
gallon of ice cream at a time, just to keep his calorie count up. Jill
wondered if she continued to combine intense weight training with her long
distance training, but instead of eating junk like ice cream, she would up her
protein intake. She started doubling her protein shake intake, having a whey
protein cocktail in the morning, and one that had creatine during her weight
training sessions with Pam and Tamara, (and soon Barbara), plus every night
doubling her intake of fish or lean, white meat chicken along with a dozen egg
whites in the morning.

It seemed to be working. By mid season, she would be up to 135 lbs. of lean,
hard muscle. The running burned off fat, (what little she had) and the lifting
and protein consumption built muscle. She was absolutely hard as a rock. And
in addition, somehow a hormonal reaction had caused her tits to grow. She was
now, no longer lithe, she was a smaller version of Tamara. And to her delight,
she was the first of the three to double her bodyweight in the bench press,
one night after practice. 274 lbs. to be exact. She lay on the bench hugging
herself in a world of her own after what she had just done. Pam and Tamara
smiled at each other, seemingly with the same thoughts on their minds. Tonight
was Jill's turn to be worshipped. "You're in our league now, Baby,
congratulations." They lovingly picked Jill up off the bench and put her down
on the mats, then took off her soaked shorts and top. They took turns eating
her and sucking on her tits. She had a most delightful evening with her two
best friends. Orgasm after orgasm, their love making was every bit as
strenuous as their workouts.

Joe seemed a hopeless case. He was the one that Tamara sexually conquered the
day of their pool/obstacle course party. When Tamara pole vaulted higher than
him after only three weeks of practice, he quit the team. Through the
grapevine Tamara had heard that he was making comments that she was some kind
of steroid freak, but she just shrugged it off, knowing it wasn't true. Pam
was breaking all sorts of records in the sprints, all the way up to the 400.
Seeing her run was like watching a mixture of a graceful cat combined with the
power of a freight train. Her shot put looked like it was blasted out of a
cannon. When she threw the javelin, everything had to stop because none of the
high school fields had a javelin area long enough for her throws. In every
event, she not only broke the female records but all the state male records as
well. It was clear that she would be getting that full scholarship to any
university of her choosing. She deserved one in football and wrestling also,
but realistically, there weren't any available for females in those sports.
She was very happy, and her relationship with John, while still secret, was
going strong. She never messed with any other guys. She had surged ahead of
John again, strengthwise, and having gained another few pounds, was again
noticeably bigger and stronger than Tamara, but pound for pound, Tamara had
the edge.

As for Tamara, she worked on her hurdling only sporadically, already having
good technique. Her formidable strength translated into blazing speed that
left other competitors way behind. She was more interested in the pole vault,
high jump and discus. As mentioned, she already had the boys beat in the pole
vault and would probably break the record soon. She was high jumping over six
feet which is not world class, but considering the short amount of time she
had been doing it, six feet was very good. She was also only 5' 7" tall and
165 lbs. of muscle. Most elite high jumpers were six feet or more tall and
skinny.

She and Barbara had been training in the discus with guy's plates, which were
heavier. Barbara had been hitting the weights with the girls for almost 2
months now, and the results were obvious. Any guy would love the chance to
couple up with her. She now had a great body, not in the same league as the
girls, but really great with obvious muscle. At the first meet, her first
throw was 155 ft., breaking the school record. She was in heaven.
Inexplicably, Tamara fouled on three out of four throws, with the last throw
wobbling badly and landing at 149 ft. So she wound up in second and Barbara
was the winner and new record holder. Everyone was so excited for Barbara, and
she sat for a while by her locker accepting congratulations from all the
girls. After a while, she stripped off her track suit and carried her
beautiful body into the showers. Tamara and Jill and Pam were in there waiting
for her and the girls had a wet, slippery orgy, most of the time focusing on
pleasuring Barbara.

As they lay in each other's arms on the shower floor with the water still
running, Barbara turned to Tamara. "Thank you."

"For what?"

"Thank you for fouling on purpose so I could have my day in the spotlight."
Tamara just smiled and hugged her friend. (Can anyone imagine a guy doing that
for another?) "But, I know it's inevitable, my friend, that at some point
you're going to do what you were meant to do. I've gotten better than I ever
could have imagined, thanks to you three friends. So just do what you have to
do.

But Tamara continued to let Barbara have the wins all season long. Barbara
continued to improve, leveling off at around 170 ft., a marked improvement
from her 120 best the previous year. Strengthwise, she was slowly catching up
to the girls. At 5'7", she was now 150 lbs., benching 225. Tamara always wound
up in second during the meets, for the sake of her friend, but in all her
other events, she won easily. Her efforts were on the par or better than the
best of the boys. She set a new national record in the high jump, clearing 6'
4 ½", an unbelievable feat, considering her relatively short height and
heavier than usual weight. But, remember, that weight was all muscle allowing
for explosive power in her jump.

Jill was running the distance events at almost full speed now, such was her
conditioning. Even though she always won all the events she participated in,
she needed something more. In order for Sam to keep up with her overdrive
libido, she had started sharing some of the high intensity training with him.
But he had a long way to go. So sometimes she went looking for a new
challenge. It was spring now and when you have bodies like our three heroines,
showing those bodies off comes naturally. On an early season excursion to the
beach one warm Sunday morning, Tamara, Jill and Pam, along with Barbara were
sunning themselves when a couple of guys went running by. They both looked
very fit, in just shorts, both about 5' 8" plus or minus, and each about
160lb.s of fit runner's bodies.

Tamara and Pam glanced, but neither had that much interest. Barbara was
looking at the guys with curiousity, as was Jill. "Come on, let's join them,
Barb," said Jill. They both bounded to their feet. Barbara had a very nice
body, fit and strong, but not yet in Jill's (and the other's) league. They
quickly caught up with the guys. "Can we join you?"

"Sure, but we're running pretty far."

"That's okay, we're both on our track team, and I'm a long distance runner."
They both looked over at Jill's hard muscular body, encased in a thong and top
that used to fit before her tits grew, thinking they had never seen a runner
like her. After a few miles, Barbara said she was going to turn back. "Okay,
see you in a while." After Barb left, Jill suggested they pick up the pace.

"Lead the way," one of the guys said. And lead she did. Faster and faster.
Soon, the guys were watching her round, muscular glutes and broad shoulders
that tapered down to a tight back with those awesome dimples as she put more
and more distance between herself and them. When she was about 200 yards ahead
of them, she turned and disappeared behind a sand dune. When they caught up
with her, she was at a parcourse on a very deserted part of the beach, and was
cranking out pull-ups. She dropped to the sand and walked over towards the
guys, who were breathing heavily. Jill was not breathing hard at all. But her
legs were pumped from the running and her upper body was pumped from the
pull-ups, muscles engorged, veins prominent. Soaked in sweat.

"You are astonishing, maybe the fittest person I have ever seen," said one of
the guys.

"I have 2 friends back on the blanket who are equally as awesome, and they're
a lot bigger. You'd have no chance against them."

"You mean running?"

"No, silly, wrestling."

"Wrestling? Why would you want to do that. Why would we want to do that."

"Because guys versus girls wrestling is very sexy. That skin on skin contact
almost always leads to some kind of sexual encounter. You guys do like sex,
don't you. I mean, with girls. You're not gay are you?"

"No."

"Do you guys think I'm sexy? I know some guys don't like girls with muscles,
and many don't like getting smoked by girls like I just did to you two guys
when we were running. But, usually those guys are just insecure. I don't think
you guys are like that??.. Do you like my muscles?.... Nod your heads." They
stood there with their jaws hanging to the ground and nodded their heads in
the affirmative. "Good, let's wrestle. My friend Tamara coined the term
wrestle fucking. Let's see who wins and who fucks who.

"Who first?" the other guy asked.

"I want to take you both at once."

"You're kidding. We're both bigger than you." Jill walked over to the chinning
bar, turned around to face them, and jumped up. She let go with one hand and
cranked out ten one armed pull-ups with one arm, then did the same with the
other. She dropped to her feet.

"Both at once," she said with calmness and absolute confidence. Then she
kicked their asses. As is so often the case when a girl is proving her
superiority over not just one guy, but two, there are limited ways to exert
sexual dominance. Soon enough, Jill had one guy licking her pussy while she
wrapped her powerful legs around his head. At the same time she was bombarding
the other guy with her beautiful breasts while holding him immobile with her
strong arms. She reversed positions now and again, bringing herself off
several times. But Jill had no intention of allowing these guys pleasure. Even
though these guys were cool, even acknowledging her awesome fitness level,
this was her day. She was reaching that level that so few girls, no, so few
people ever reach, in the same league with her friends Pam and Tamara. Yes,
they had admitted her to their elite club when she doubled her body weight,
but she had wanted this for a long time, since before Kenny had spoiled her
two on one debut that night after the state wrestling tournament.

After she was finished pleasuring herself at their expense, she ran back to
join her friends, at the same fast pace that she had on the run out. She sat
down next to Pam and Tamara, sweating, as the day had gotten hotter, but fresh
as a daisy, bursting with excess energy, in spite of all she had done in the
last hour. Pam was the first to notice. "Jill, you've got this glow about you.
Where are those guys you were running with? Did they lose you?"

"Hardly. I picked up the pace and dropped them like they were standing still.
When I got to a deserted part of the beach I waited for them." Jill couldn't
hide her shit eating grin.

In a burst of excitement, Tamara exclaimed, "You wrestle fucked them both at
the same time!"

"I destroyed them. They had no chance. Girls, benching twice my bodyweight was
awesome, and the pleasure that you guys gave me that night was intense. But
nothing can compare with taking on two guys at once in wrestling and making it
look easy, then forcing them to pleasure me. I'm still buzzing."

2 months later:

At the state meet, on her first throw, Tamara let go with a throw that hit 182
ft. Barbara was the first one to shout with delight. The she went and threw a
179 footer. She could barely contain her excitement. Clearly these two were
going to be first and second in the meet. No one else would get near. It was
smooth sailing. Until. A judge came up to Tamara. "May I see your discus young
lady?"

"Sure, is there a problem?"

"One of the girls from the other team complained that no high school girl,
even one as obviously strong as you, could throw that far. She told her coach
that it wasn't regulation. The coach asked me to check it out." Tamara went
over to where her stuff was and got the discus. She handed it to the judge.

"It isn't regulation, sir. I'm sorry. Am I disqualified?"

"No, just that first throw. Wait, this feels heavier than the regulation."

Barbara, surprised, piped up. "Is that the boy's discus that you threw 182
ft.? That's farther than any of the boys can do."

"Well, uh, no. It's a college men's discus. Actually the same as men would use
in the Olympics.

"That's very impressive young lady, but you'll have to use the regulation high
school girl's discus from now on."

"You're up, Tamara," came a voice from over at the discus circle. It had been
cloudy and cool all during the first part of the meet and, as often happens,
some of the field competitors will leave their sweats on during earlier
rounds. Tamara was no exception. The sun had come out and it was warming up.
Tamara looked over at Barbara, who gave a reassuring smile back.

"Do it, girl."

"Might as well make a show of it," she said to Barbara. Then she turned to the
person who called her. "I'll be right there." She turned back to Barbara.
"Come on let's go get a drink from the boy's cooler." When they got there, as
Barbara was getting a drink, Tamara said in a stage whisper, "Sure is warming
up." Then she slowly pulled off her pants and unzipped her top. The sight of
Tamara in a track singlet top and a pair of those skimpy briefs the girls wear
quickly had the attention of everyone who wasn't involved in an event, guys
and girls.

A voice rang out from a megaphone. "Tamara Lopez, second call." They trotted
back to the discus area, with lots of people, mostly guys, following. Tamara
entered the circle and did her usual preparations, this time with the
regulation discus. She spun, then released with such power that her feet left
the ground and she almost fouled. Before it even landed, everyone knew that a
new record had been set, not just a school record, or even state, but probably
a national high school record. From a girl who had only been throwing the
discus for about a month. The distance was 216 feet, more than 25 ft. over the
previous record. As it turns out, her throw with the college men's discus was
only 8 ft. less than the previous record. Barbara, who was always inspired by
Tamara threw 185 ft. on her last throw, and would have been close to a
national record herself. She was in heaven and didn't care at all that
Tamara's star eclipsed her. Tamara was one in a million. A large crowd had
gathered before her last throw, and Tamara had tied her singlet up under her
tits, exposing that rock hard, sexy torso. She wanted everyone to see where a
lot of that power came from. She got into position and unleashed an
otherworldly 229 ft., a full forty feet farther than the previous national
record, set by a girl in California who was way bigger than her and had been
throwing most of her life. Watching Tamara's awesome legs in a spin, the
amazing torque of that fantastic body and the explosion of those powerful arms
was a beautiful thing. On one would ever think that someone could cause every
guy to get a boner and every girl let loose with an estrogen spurt watching
someone throw a discus, but that's what Tamara had done.

Pretending that she was oblivious to the reaction she had caused, both from
her record shattering throws and her oh so hot body in motion as she broke
that record, Tamara gather her stuff and headed over towards the high jump
area. Tamara had become a pied piper, with a trail of people following to see
what she was going to do next. One of the people following was the girl who
had complained earlier in the day about whether Tamara's discus was
regulation. Her name was Holly, and she had had a six degrees of separation
relationship with Tamara. Actually two degrees. Holly's boyfriend was Stan,
whom Tamara had defeated and humiliated in the finals of the 180 lb. class of
the state wrestling tournament during the winter. Stan was here at the State
finals Track meet. He was a pole vaulter.

Holly was anxious to tell Stan that Tamara was there at the same meet. She
wanted to watch Tamara at whatever her next event was. She didn't want to
admit it to herself, but like some of the cheerleaders watching Tamara wrestle
months ago, Holly was trying to deal with stirrings within her while she
watched this awesome creature throw a discus so much better than she knew she
would ever throw it. However, she was getting a little tired of her boyfriend
obsessing over getting revenge on the girl who caused him to lose his
wrestling scholarship. His fixation was so acute that Holly wondered what else
was going on in his mind. All she knew was that his obsession was having a
negative influence on their relationship. Maybe if Stan found an opportunity
today, he could deal with whatever was on his mind, and then move on.

Tamara was oblivious to all the angst that Holly was feeling. Indeed, she was
pretty much unaware of Holly's existence. She didn't know who the girl was
that had complained, it was no big deal. Tamara made her way to the high jump
pit, and Holly went off to find Stan over by the Pole Vault area. They weren't
that far apart. Stan wasn't scheduled to vault for a bit so he went over with
Holly to watch Tamara. A little while later, the shortest of the high jumper
broke another national record, bounding to 6' 5", a half inch above the
previous record.

Stan was none too happy to see that, as the crowd went wild, it brought back
memories of his humiliation a mere three months ago. He glanced over at Holly.
She was staring at Tamara with a glazed look in her eye, her pouty lips
slightly parted, breathing deeply. "God damn that bitch. She's got to be
juiced up. No one's that good naturally. Holly?. HOLLY." She snapped to and
looked over at Stan.

"Why did you call her a bitch?"

"What? Are you on her side?"

"No, of course not. It's just, ?it seems like she's an okay person. She's
pleasant to everyone??She doesn't seem bitchy at all."

"She's a fucking bitch asshole who got all built up on steroids and ruined my
life. I'll bet she's got a dick in there somewhere."

"Stan, I know you hate her for what happened. But, she seems completely
unaware that you're here. Or even of your existence. She was totally focused
on her event. You should be totally focused on your event or you'll blow your
chance at a track scholarship as well."

"What do you know, Holly. You're just an also ran. You're not a star like me."
His words stung. Holly was very good at what she did. She was good enough to
make it to the state meet. But Stan was so full of himself that never gave her
the credit she deserved. It was always all about him. As Stan and Holly stood
at the back of the crowd that had just seen Tamara break the high jump record,
he continued his little tirade, he started to attract his attention away from
what had just finished up at the high jump pit. When Tamara looked over to see
what the commotion was all about. She caught a glimpse of Stan and noticed how
badly he was treating his girlfriend. Recognizing him instantly and not
wanting any distractions from her upcoming pole vault competition, Tamara
chose to pretend she hadn't seen him, and quickly left the area to head over
to the pole vault area, after she had put her warm-ups back on.

Arriving over where the pole vault was going to be, she was told along with
all the other girls that the boy's event would be done first. She found a spot
for her gear and decided to go watch Pam run. As she straightened up from
fussing with her stuff and turned around, she bumped straight into Stan.

"Hey, bitch."

"What do you want?"

"To get back at you. Somehow you had to cheat. No girl could beat me at
anything without cheating."

"Please just leave me alone."

"Come on, Stan, get ready for your event. You need to focus and concentrate on
you pole vault." pleaded Holly.

"MIND YOUR OWN BUSINESS, HOLLY." Holly not only seemed hurt by Stan's
screaming, she also cringed. Tamara noticed. It made her wonder if at some
point in time Stan had hit Holly. She turned and walked away as Stan continued
to yell at Holly. Maybe I should get involved, she thought to herself. He
needs to learn a lesson, but how to do it, she wondered. Watching Pam run,
Tamara couldn't get her mind off Stan and his treatment of Holly. Then it
dawned on Tamara that with all the commotion before it hadn't sunk in that
Stan would also be doing the pole vault. She knew immediately what to do. She
watched Pam finish the 200 meters, almost fifteen yards in front of the second
place girl, and as they would find out later, half a second faster than the
boy's winner.

Tamara made her way back to the pole vault area. As Stan was getting ready to
do his first try, Tamara positioned herself to the side of the runway,
opposite of where Holly was standing. As Stan started down the runway, Tamara
took off her warmup bottoms, revealing those incredible muscular sexy legs,
then turned to set the pants down, her amazing round, hard glutes now in
Stan's line of site. He turned his head ever so slightly then continued down
the runway and proceeded to crash straight into the bar as he went up into his
vault. Holly noticed that Tamara had distracted Stan, but seemed more annoyed
at Stan for looking and losing his focus than she was at Tamara.

The event went through the rounds, no one else missing at that height. When
his turn came up again, Stan had the option of trying the previous height that
he had missed or moving on along with the rest of the group. He chose the
latter. As he stood at the beginning of the runway, Tamara removed her warmup
top. Stan was once again, totally distracted and missed again. Holly had
figured out that Tamara was intentionally distracting him, but Holly herself
was more focused on Tamara than she was on Stan and was even unaware that he
had scratched until he came over to her, complaining.

"If you're such a big star, Stan, why can't you focus, and if I'm your
girlfriend, why are you looking at her?" Tamara couldn't hear what was being
said, but she could tell that Stan was getting more agitated and Holly was
getting more upset. After a minute of two, Holly got tears in her eyes, and
turned to walk away. Stan grabbed her roughly by the arm and forced her to sit
down to watch his next turn. She sat there, sniffling.

As Stan came down the runway, Tamara started stretching, grasping her hands
together behind her back, and pulling up, forcing those already most
noticeable tits to stick out even further. Needless to say, Stan missed,
bigtime. He didn't even get the base of the pole into the box. Without
anything except her presence, Tamara had ruined his track career. He was
furious. He wanted to attack Tamara but couldn't. He knew what she had just
done to him, but no one else seemed to, except Holly. But she was so upset
about how he had treated her, and how he allowed himself to be distracted by
another girl, that she really didn't care.

Stan went off to sulk and lick his wounds, but Holly stayed behind to watch
that women's pole vault. The starting height was twelve feet and every girl
cleared it with no problem. The order was decided based on last year's
performances. Since Tamara was the only new competitor, all the others having
been pole vaulters for three or four years, she was last. She cleared the bar
by more than two feet, to the awe of all the other girls. On the last try,
Tamara had the bar put to 14' 8" and cleared it with room to spare.

For the third time that day, the amazing Tamara broke a national record in an
event that she hadn't even done the year before. Holly was now completely
transfixed on the beautiful star athlete, her grace in victory as attractive
as her physical beauty, overwhelming strength and athletic ability.

Hours later, Tamara returned home to an empty house. It seemed like her Dad
and Mom were always away on business trips. They didn't get to see her win the
state championship in wrestling, and now they had missed seeing her become the
most talked about track athlete in the state. She wasn't happy about that. Her
little sister, who was in eighth grade and was quite the little gymnast was
over at a cousin's, where she often was when Mom and Dad were gone. Well, at
least they have confidence in me to leave me home alone, she thought. Just as
she was going in the front door, she was hit over the head with a blunt object
and shoved inside, unconscious.

When she awoke, she was sitting in a wooden chair with a straight back, her
hands tied to the chair behind her back. As she slowly focused,? "You." Stan
and Holly stood there. "You had to sneak up on me and hit me from behind. Such
a loser."

"SHUT UP, BITCH." He smacked her across the face. Holly cringed as Tamara took
the hit, the side of her face turning red. At that moment, even while dealing
with her own pain, Tamara realized what she had thought before. Stan had hit
Holly in the past, and maybe did it on a regular basis.

"Holly, I think that's your name isn't it? Why do you stay with this asshole.
You're an amazing girl, strong and athletic,?"

"SHUT UP. She's with me because I'm the best."

"You're smarter than him, you're hot and could probably have any boy?."

"I TOLD YOU TO SHUT UP." He hit her again, this time with a closed fist."

Holly started to address Tamara. "I'm sorry. I didn't want to do this. He made
me."

"YOU SHUT UP TOO, HOLLY."

"I'll bet when you have sex, he only thinks of himself, your pleasure being of
no interest to.."

He punched her again. Then he turned to Holly. "Don't listen to her, Holly."
But Holly already was listening.

"You know, I hadn't thought about it, but my last boyfriend was much more
attuned to?"

She didn't get to finish her sentence as Stan flew into a rage and slapped
Holly so hard she fell to the floor. Tamara had seen enough. With an
unbelievable burst of power, she broke the rungs on the back of the chair as
she pulled her arms apart. Her hands were still tied behind her, but with her
gymnasts flexibility, she brought them back down and under her feet, so now
her arms and tied hands were in front of her. Before Stan could react, she
pulled outward, her arms exploding with muscles as the ropes frayed and broke.
Stan ran at her coming in low. As he grabbed Tamara around the waist to tackle
her to the floor, she bent over his back and grabbed him around the torso,
stood then jumped and twisted slamming him to the floor with awesome force,
Stan face down and Tamara on top. She immediately went to work. Spinning
around, she put one of his legs was between hers while the other was splayed
out to the side. Tamara reached with her arm under his upper torso and pulled
back on his body so hard that she almost bent him in half backwards. She was
able to grab that splayed leg with the same hand, twisting it in the wrong
direction. Then she grabbed his other leg and twisted it backwards and to the
side, over her leg, putting tremendous pressure on that knee. He was
completely at her mercy and she wasn't even using her legs. She powered her
holds as Stan screamed in agony. A few seconds later he passed out from the
pain.

When he woke up, he was totally dazed and his legs, especially his knees, hurt
bad. Noticing that he was stripped down to his underwear, he tried to stand,
but couldn't get up, only to those hurting knees. As things started to come
into focus, Stan realized that he was in a different room. It was Tamara's
bedroom. The room was all frilly and feminine, hard to reconcile with the
frighteningly strong creature that had knocked him out with her painful
response to his attack. Everything in the room was perfect and soft, the only
incongruity being that the wrought iron head and foot boards of the bed were
bent. Sitting on that same bed were his girlfriend, Holly and his nemesis,
Tamara. They were talking, and paying no attention to him.

He stayed quiet for a moment, trying to hear what they were saying. "Does he
ever lick your pussy."

"No, he says it's gross. And I'm very good about keeping myself clean down
there. But he expects me to go down on him whenever he wants it, even if he's
just worked out and hasn't showered. Talk about gross." Both girls giggled.

"Holly, you can do a lot better than this jerk. There's lots of great guys out
there who will treat you as an equal." Stan roared his anger. Tamara got up
and as she walked toward Stan, unzipped her warmup top and tossed it aside,
revealing that amazing upper body. As she got to him, she grabbed the back of
his head and before he could react, slammed his face into her hard abs. She
stepped back, but continued her hold on the back of his head, grabbing a
little hair to maintain her grip. Dazed once again, Stan would have fallen if
not for Tamara holding on. Holly came up behind Tamara, reached around her
torso and began fondling and caressing Tamara abs.

"My God, they're hard as a rock." Tamara let go of Stan's head and turned
toward Holly. As Stan slumped back to the floor, Tamara slowly, seductively,
unzipped Holly's warmup and pulled her singlet up over her head. Holly stood
frozen as Tamara reached out to Holly's midsection and returned the favor.

"You're not so bad yourself."

"I'm not in your league."

"Don't sell yourself short. I had some help."

"Steroids?"

"No, nothing like that." As Tamara spoke, she pulled Holly's sportsbra over
her head. Holly had beautiful breasts that almost rivaled Tamara's. She was
actually pretty amazing herself, not in Tamara's league, but beautiful, fit
and strong, nonetheless. "My friend Pam, trained me, and taught me to eat
right. Genetics and intense focus did the rest. She was the girl who won all
the sprints today, did you see her?" Holly nodded her head no. "If you think
I'm intimidating, you should see her. She's built like me, but she's 2 inches
taller and about fifteen pounds heavier. She's natural too." By the time
Tamara was done telling Holly about Pam, she had all of Holly's clothes off.

Picking Holly up in her arms like she weighed nothing, and carried her back to
the bed. She set her down, then pulled off her own warmup pants, running
briefs and panties all at once. Holly gazed down at Tamara's shaved pussy.
"Oh, how beautiful." Holly was swooning now.

"Just lie there for a minute. I'll be right back." Tamara waltzed off to the
bathroom. Remembering what Holly had said about Stan making her go down on him
even when he was sweaty, Tamara got a warm, wet washcloth and cleaned herself
up. Gathering a new washcloth and a few other items, she headed back into the
bedroom. When she got there Stan was on his feet and was in the midst of
roughing Holly up. Tamara ran to them, grabbed Stan by on arm with her right
hand and threw him halfway across the room, while still holding her bathroom
items in her other hand.

Stan got to his feet and ran towards Tamara, as full speed as he could in his
state, his rage fueling him through the pain he felt. Tamara set the items she
was holding down and turned to face him. As he prepared to slam into her, she
took just one step forward and put him on his back with such stunning force it
was like watching Pam on the football field with one of her bone crunching
tackles on the football field. She jumped to her feet and roughly picked Stan
up, pushing him to the wall. He was very wobbly and as he started to sink, she
stepped forward and planted her tits right into his face, putting her hands on
the wall on either side of his head. She stepped back slightly, and spread her
legs a little, then pushed her hard tits into his face with all she had. After
a few seconds, he went limp. She turned and went back to Holly, not even
bothering to look as he thumped down on the floor.

"He'll never touch you again, girlfriend. Now, lie back." Holly did as told.
Tamara cleaned Holly up with the warm, wet washcloth with such care that
before she was done, Holly arched her back and had a delicious orgasm,
caressing her breasts as she climaxed. "Good one girl, and we're just getting
started." Tamara waited until Holly had calmed down. "Lie very still, Holly."
A few seconds later, Holly heard the sound of a shave cream can. Tamara
carefully shaved Holly's pussy, then tried to clean her up with the washcloth.
"I'm not able to get all the cream off." She picked Holly up again and took
her to the shower. They caressed and fondled each other as they cleaned up,
rubbing their beautiful wet breasts against each other, kneading firm hard
asses.

When they got back to the bedroom, Stan was again on his knees. Holly went and
sat on the bed to see what would happen next. She was fully giving in to the
feelings she was getting watching this beautiful, powerful girl assert her
superiority. Tamara got close enough to Stan that he was at eye level with
those rock hard abs, and that beautiful shaved pussy. "Have you learned your
lesson?" Stan threw a punch at her stomach. "Come on, you have no leverage or
power when you're on your knees." She put her hands under his armpits and
lifted him to his feet. "Try again." He slammed his fist into her as hard as
he could. No reaction. A couple more hits with the same results. Once again
letting his anger overwhelm the obvious, that he couldn't hurt her, Stan threw
a punch at her head. Compared to her lightening fast reaction, his swing
seemed in slow motion. Catching his fist, she twisted his arm downward,
forcing his body to turn facing away from her. She twisted his arm behind his
back, then grabbed his ass and in one smooth motion lifted him up and
literally threw him up over her head. He hit the ceiling and crashed to the
floor, knocked out cold.

She turned back to Holly. "He'll be okay. Very sore, but he deserved it. Not
only for hitting me in the head from behind, but for the way he's treated you.
Tamara gracefully glided back to the bed, such a contrast to the awesome power
demonstrated seconds ago. Holly dropped to the floor on her knees and began
caressing Tamara's muscular legs. As Tamara spread her legs slightly, Holly's
tongue found her way to those inviting vaginal lips, while still holding her
legs. A few minutes of licking and Tamara fell backwards onto the bed as
Holly's talented tongue brought her over the edge. As she landed on her back,
she bent at the waist, bringing her legs up. Since Holly was still had her
arms wrapped around Tamara's thighs, she went flying upward and landed on
Tamara's abs. She fell forward and started to rub her breasts in Tamara's
face.

The two girls sexually satisfied each other for what seemed like hours. At one
point Stan woke up and as he sat there, trying to get his bearings, Tamara got
up and picked him up, sitting him in a chair, then pulling his shorts down
around his ankles. "Have you learned, Stan, that you have no chance against
me? You may have been the best wrestler in the state at one time, but fact is
I'm quicker than you, more coordinated and flexible and way stronger. My power
is nothing short of explosive and I can take you out at any time. You're days
with Holly are over. She's way too good for a major asshole like you. But when
you get another girl, you need to understand that women are your equals, and
sometimes, your better. Now you're going to sit there and watch. If you
interfere, I will beat you up some more. And under no circumstances touch
yourself. If you do, I will beat you up some more."

Tamara went back to where Holly was still lying on the bed. She whispered
something in Holly's ear, then turned around and faced Stan. Holly stood
behind her and reached her arms around, rubbing Tamara's breasts, then moving
her hands up and down her torso, up over her big, round shoulders then back to
the breasts. She rubbed Tamara's biceps, tracing those prominent veins, then
down her torso to her puffy labia, all while nuzzling and kissing her neck.
Stan was hard as a rock and reached for his dick. "Take your hand away, Stan
if you know what's good for you." He did as told.

The muscle worship went on for a few more minutes, Tamara shuddered, and her
knees went weak. Holly, to her own surprise, had the strength to catch her.
After she recovered, Tamara turned and got down on her knees to return the
favor. As Holly put her hands on Tamara's shoulders, she stuck her tongue into
Holly's dripping pussy, and put her hands around Holly's tight glutes. Then
she stood up and ate Holly out while holding her aloft. She let go with one
hand and her fingers found their way to her own pussy. She was holding Holly
aloft with just one hand under Holly's beautiful ass. Seeing this display of
sexual and physical power was too much for Stan and with his hands at his
sides, he shot his load high into the air. Tamara had done it again. Holly
exploded in her own awesome orgasm and Tamara also orgasmed long and hard,
somehow managing to not drop Holly as they came simultaneously.

When they finally caught their breath, Holly spoke. "I wanna be like you. You
are the best and strongest athlete I've ever seen. You are beautiful and smart
and sensitive. And you are a sexual goddess, soooo fucking hot. I want to be
like you. But I don't think I'll ever reach your level.

"Well, we don't know your potential until you start being in charge of your
life. That means getting rid of this jerk," she said motioning towards Stan.
"Hey jerkoff, can you drive back to your town in your condition?" He nodded
his head in the affirmative. "Good, get out."

"He's my ride, and it's three hours away." Holly spoke.

"I'll get you home. In the morning." She looked over at Stan. He was a total
asshole, but he was still human and Tamara did have a good heart. "Stan,
you're in no condition to drive." She went over and helped him to his feet,
guiding him to the bathroom. "Take a shower and then you can sleep on the
floor in my room."

While he was showering, Tamara and Holly talked. "A little over a year ago I
watched my friend Pam destroy and then sexually humiliate a guy who outweighed
her by thirty pounds, plus or minus. Our friend Jill, and Pam's step-brother,
Frank, also saw her do this. At was at the same time the most inspiring and
the most arousing thing that we had ever seen. We had the same reaction then
that you've had tonight. We wanted to be like her. Pam started training Jill
and myself. She also started training Frank, but she didn't share all her
training secrets with him that she did with us. In one year I caught up to
her. She's still stronger than me, but she's bigger. Pound for pound, I have a
slight edge.

"Pam wrestled in the 215 lb. weightclass at 178lbs. in the states and pinned
the guy at the end of the second period. Didn't you see her?"

"I was too focused on Stan. Remember when he disappeared for a while? He was
making me suck his dick. He said it psyched him up."

"It didn't work." They giggled. "Girlfriend, just so you know, I could have
pinned him in 30 seconds in the first period, but I wanted to give the
audience a good match, so I held back. Then he called me a bitch just before
the third period started. He actually said that I was a hot bitch, but still a
bitch."

"Well, he was right about the hot part."

"The ref was going to disqualify him, but I said no. At that point I no longer
wanted to just beat him, I wanted to humiliate him. After the match he said he
was going to get me. I guess that was his plan tonight."

"That didn't work you out for him either." They giggled again.

"When I saw him abusing you, it really upset me. But I had to figure out a
different way than usual to get him for his treatment of you. So I tried to
distract him while he was doing his vaults."

"Well, it worked. Distracted me too. What's your usual way of getting at guys
like Stan?"

"I have this unusual thing going on in my head, and body too, I guess. This
doesn't happen with Pam like it does with me. Not sure yet about Jill. You
see, when I revel in my strength, it gets me aroused."

"You get me aroused too."

"Yeah, I guess I get everbody aroused. Sorry, I don't mean for that to sound
conceited. But it seems to be undeniable. But, what happens to me, I see how
strong I am compared to some guy and I get turned on. When I get turned on, I
get stronger, then I get more turned on. Then I get stronger still. I guess
you didn't notice my boyfriend, Tommy, at the states. He was a state champ
also. Even though he's bigger than me, he wrestled in his weightclass and I
jumped up two classes and wrestled Stan, because he was scared of Stan,
although, looking back on it, I think he would have beaten Stan. Anyway, we
were working out together one night then practicing wrestling moves escapes.
He couldn't get away from me when I was on top and it became so obvious that
he could do absolutely nothing to stop me when positions were reversed. When I
realized that, I lost control. The sexual encounter that we had, I shouldn't
even call it that, I just used him for my pleasure, over and over, getting
more turned on and more powerful with each passing minute. If it wasn't for
Pam, pulling me off of him and bringing me back to me senses, I might have
caused permanent injury to the guy I love. As it was, he was bruised and
battered and it took him a couple of weeks to recover. This is a guy who's
strong and in great shape, a state champion wrestler, and bigger than me, for
god's sake, and I destroyed him in my sexual frenzy. I also found out that I
can make a guy cum without any genital stimulation, just over the top
sexuality and hotness. Sorry, I guess that sounded conceited also."

"But it's true. We just saw it happen to Stan."

"Evidently it had happened before Tommy, Pam told me I caused two guys to have
that happen while I had their arms completely incapacitated, but I was in such
a state of my own that I hadn't noticed. Anyway, after I hurt Tommy, I vowed
never to let that happen again. Tommy was mostly a great guy, but he had said
something earlier, no big deal, but something that had made me decide to give
him an attitude adjustment, actually just a tweaking of his outlook. There's a
lot of guys who really need to understand that women can be just as physically
capable, if not more so than men.

That's why I didn't force Stan to pleasure me. I don't want to go there
anymore. You see these head and foot boards. The night of the state
tournament, Tommy and I wanted to do it, and I was already in a state after
whupping Stan, but I didn't want to hurt Tommy. So he tied me to the bed, and
when he was fucking me, I was thrashing around so much that I bent the bars."

"I'm getting so turned on listening to this, Tamara." Holly pushed Tamara onto
her back. If she hadn't wanted to be pushed onto her back, it wouldn't have
happened. Holly spread her legs as Tamara quivered in anticipation. Face lips
touched crotch lips and Tamara lurched, arched her back, and threw her legs up
involuntarily, lifting Holly momentarily as if she weighed nothing.

"Turn around, Holly." She did as asked. Now they were in a sixty-nine position
and they started to slurp and suck and lick like there was no tomorrow,
writhing and moaning and shuddering with orgasm after orgasm. While they were
going at it, Stan came out of the bathroom. He knew better at this point than
to interfere in any way. He could only stand and watch. As he reached for his
dick, he caught Tamara's eye.

"No, no, no, bad boy. Tonight you can only watch. Maybe you'll learn something
about how to make a girl happy, if you're ever lucky enough to get a girl,
with that bad attitude of yours. Now sit down and watch how a pussy gets
licked. If you ever want a hot girl, you'd better learn."

They rested for a while. "Back to my story. I went from 130 to 168 lbs. in
less than a year and went from being just a good hurdler to the best discus,
high jump and pole vaulter in the country. I can bench over 300 lbs. You know
that girl, Barbara, the other discus thrower from my school? She threw 185 ft.
today. Took second place. At the beginning of the year, after three years of
competing through high school, her best was about 120 ft. We helped her train
and she improved that much in about 4 months. So, with our training program,
you could make great gains quickly.

"What was your best throw prior to this season?"

"I had never picked up a disc before this year."

"My God, you are so awesome." Holly again got that look in her eye and started
to caress and fondle Tamara's muscular body.

"Hold on, Babe. I've got an idea. She lifted Holly up and set her aside.
Getting up, Tamara approached Stan, who instantly got a look of fear in his
eyes. She grabbed him and threw him to the floor. In an instant she had him in
a grapevine and had his arms pinned on his chest with one hand. "Come here,
Holly, baby. Stan, lesson one. Holly wants more and you're going to give it to
her, with your tongue."

So, as the night wound down, Stan got a lesson in humility and how to please a
women, Tamara had a new fan and Holly received some long overdue satisfaction
from Stan, settling in one his face for some licky,licky while Tamara went to
work on her tits. Stan's training was starting now, her strength training
would start during summer vacation.