Labor Day Picnic   
by Musclehead



It had been fifteen weeks. Fifteen weeks of the most intense exercise program
imaginable. No fancy gym, not a lot of equipment. Just some dumbbells, a mat
and a pullup bar. Tom and his beautiful wife Monica had just completed the
program and were ready to do it all over again. Liz, Monica's daughter from a
previous marriage was doing the program, too. She was away for the summer with
a great job, a lifeguard at the beach.

Tom was now fifty-eight years old. He had been working out for more than
thirty years. He was a hard gainer, but surprisingly, had finally started
making his best gains after he turned fifty. A late bloomer, he would often
chuckle to himself, remembering how he had to grow a beard when he was thirty
something because people still thought he was a teenager. This program, Q91Y
was the workout program that finally pushed him into the realm of superfit.
Except for the graying hair, you would think that Tom was in his early
thirties, and a very fit early thirties at that.

Monica was a hot latino, 49 years old but looking way younger than her age.
She was not anywhere near as serious or dedicated about being fit as Tom, she
would go for a run a couple times a week, do twenty pushups and twenty
sit-ups, and that would be it. But it seemed to be enough. That tiny little
bit of working out had kept her firm and fit, looking like she was in her late
twenties, with no qualms about wearing bikinis at the beach, and pretty
immodest ones at that.

Liz had been an athlete all through high school, doing just about every sport
imaginable and being a swimmer away from school as there was no swimming
program at her high school. At nineteen, she was a 5 ft. 6 inch hardbody, and
she drew lots of stares and more than a few come-ons while she was at the
beach. She focused in on one guy who could have been her male twin, a little
bigger, very fit with that long, thick, curly strawberry blond hair, just like
hers. He was a fellow lifeguard. Liz convinced Harry to do the Q91Y program
with her. When they weren't at the beach, they were working out or fucking
like there was no tomorrow. By late in the summer, no one, not even any of the
other lifeguards, could match this awesome couple in any kind of fitness test.
They had also both gotten amazingly strong for their size.

As the summer was drawing to a close, Tom and Monica decided to have a picnic
on labor day weekend. It was obvious that they want to show off their
extraordinary fitness levels. They were proud of their achievements, as well
they should be. Monica had been keeping herself covered up since week four.
She had seen quick gains in the first four weeks, indeed, she seemed to be the
easy gainer compared to Tom's struggle over the years. Monica could tell that
she would be a physically very different person at the end of the fifteen week
cycle and she didn't want the results to show gradually, but all at once. She
also insisted that they abstain from sex during this period on the pretext of
putting everything into their workouts.

They had done the obligatory before measurements. Monica weighed in at a fit
hundred and forty pounds on her five feet, seven inch frame. Tom was five ten
and weighed in at one seventy. Now, at the end, Tom had lost ten pounds and
was ripped. He hadn't covered up, so Monica could see the results. And she
liked what she saw. All those weeks of celibacy had made her one horny woman,
watching her superfit husband walking around all the time without his shirt
on. Her heightened state was equaled by his, and he was also filled with
anticipation of what their encounter would be like that evening after the
picnic.

Much to their surprise and delight, about 2 hours before the picnic, Liz and
Harry pulled up in her beat up old jeep. Liz never took much time too dress
herself, or apply makeup, for that matter. She didn't have to. When you have a
body like Liz's, no one is looking at your mascara or lipstick. Today, she was
wearing short cutoffs that were faded and thinning in places. Also very tight
around her hard, round, muscular glutes. She had on an equally old and faded
wife beater, her curvy, powerful upper torso a piece of artwork from god. Tom
gasped when he saw her getting out of the jeep. Her increased muscle over the
summer had made her actually thicker than her stepdad, a comparision that did
not go unnoticed by Monica, who still remained covered up.

Liz introduced Harry to her mom and stepdad. "I see you're as buff as my
daughter here," Monica told Harry as she nearly ate him alive with her eyes.

"What about you, Mom? When are we going to see the new, improved you?"

"When the time comes ... ..Later, during the picnic."

Even though it was obvious to all of Tom and Monica's friends that they were
having this picnic to so that Tom could show off the result of his workouts,
everyone was okay with that. They were all a bunch of fit people who had
always had some good natured competitiveness between them all, going all the
way back to college. No one knew that Monica had also done the program. It was
hot out that day, and everyone was in bathing suits. Liz was still wearing her
raggedy old clothes and Harry was wearing his cutoffs also. Everyone marveled
at how great they looked, many wondering what their own lives would have been
like had they had the advantage of advanced training when they were in their
early twenties.

But Tom was really attracting the most attention. All his friends were taken
aback that a fifty-eight year old man could achieve that level of fitness.
Their women friends were all telling their husbands that they would gladly
have sex every day if the husbands could get anywhere near that buff. Monica
was busy putting food out, etc. when Tom grabbed her arm before she could go
back in the house for more stuff. "Hey everyone. Can I have your attention,
please. We've got a sort of surprise. We've kept it a secret that Monica's
been doing theQ91Y program also. Easy enough, since you all know that she had
never been all that serious about working out in the past."

He continued, now that everyone was looking their way. "This will be a
surprise for me too. She has kept herself covered up for most of the last
twelve weeks or so. We haven't even had sex, so not only don't I know anything
about what her new body is like, I'm am also one horny motherfucker right
now." Everyone burst out laughing, several of the women offering themselves to
Tom. Once the laughter subsided, Tom turned to his beautiful wife. "The moment
has arrived, my dear. Why don't you show us what you've got?"

What she had was an astounding body, a bigger version of her daughter. She was
wearing one of her old bikini's that hadn't been covering much up before. Now
it looked as if her powerful body was going to bust the strings any second.
The groups was hooting and hollering. Tom's eyes were bugging out of his head.
Like her husband had done, only even more so, Monica was the ultimate proof
that age is only a number. Also, unlike Tom, she was an easy gainer, putting
on mass very quickly. As Tom hugged his wife, she could feel his massive
member pulsating against her hard abs. As she hugged him back, Tom was
delighted to find out that she was as strong as she looked and that her
nipples were as erect as his penis.

While Tom had shed that last little bit of weight to get ripped during the
program, Monica had gained quite a bit, all of it buffed muscle. Sarah,
Monica's best friend asked, "How much do you weigh girlfriend?"

"I weighed a hundred and sixty this morning."

"Good lord, Monica, that's what I weigh." Tom was astonished that she could
have the same weight, being that she was three inches shorter, but it was
obvious to everyone else that, in spite of the fact that Tom was all muscle,
Monica, simply put, had more muscle. As all the hub-hub died down, Monica
stayed uncovered, but excused herself to go back to the kitchen.

"Can I help you, Mom? We've got a lot to talk about." Liz followed her mother
into the house, and talk they did. After she walking behind her into the
kitchen, Liz marveled that her ass looked like it belonged on a twenty
something. Correction, an extremely athletic twenty something. Liz took her
mother by the shoulders. Looking into her eyes, she asked "Does Dad know yet
that you're stronger than him?"

"What makes you think I'm stronger than him?"

"Oh, come Mom, don't try to snow me. I mean Dad looks great and all and I know
that he's very fit and very strong for his age or any age for that matter. But
his 160 lbs of muscle is on a five ten frame. Your's is on a five seven one.
Dad might not know it yet that you're stronger, but you sure do. I can see it
in your eyes."

"Well, in addition to keeping covered for the last dozen weeks, I've kept my
workout sheets tucked away from view, also. But your stepdad leaves his lying
on the chair in the exercise room. I've compared notes. Yeah, I exceed him on
pretty much everything. By the way, I'm as horny as your dad is right now. And
that Harry is quite the piece of work."

"Mom! Are you one of those cougars I hear about?" Liz paused for a moment.
"Anyway, your man is quite a piece of meat also. And you told me a long time
ago how well hung he is and how talented his tongue is."

"Oh, you're bad. He's your Dad."

"Step-dad, no blood, or DNA in common. You mess with my man, I'll mess with
yours."

"He'd never go along."

"That would make it even more fun. Overwhelm him even though he's resisting."

" Anyway, I think I've made my body into something he's crazy about, and your
stepdad would be crushed if he didn't get a huge piece of me tonight."

"Mom, you should do what Harry and I do. We wrestle fuck. We wrestle and the
winner has their way sexually with the loser."

"Tell me more."

"Don't get me wrong, Mom. Harry is the best thing going. He loves it that I
can beat just about any guy my own size at just about anything. He just has it
in his mind that he's the only one I can't beat. He's not a sexist or
anything, far from it. Anyway, the wrestle fucking doesn't, at least in our
case, work out the way I said. We really go at it hard. We can, we're both
pretty indestructible, just like you and Dad. So we wrestle really hard, the
clothes getting torn off along the way."

"Isn't that how it's supposed to work?"

"Yeah, but I let him win. I hold back some so he can win. But, ... ... but
when he starts to have his way with me sexually, or so he thinks, we go it
just as fiercely and just as intensely. We're both so turned on by this point
and neither one of us can control ourselves. He's been trying his hardest
through all the wrestling, giving it his all. I have been controlling myself.
So I stop controlling myself and I just completely overwhelm him, sexually,
and physically. Luckily, even though I'm quite a bit stronger, he can take the
sexual beating I give him while I use him for my pleasure. Sometimes I will
sit on his face and pound him and pound him through 5 or 6 orgasms before I
let him up and give him ten seconds of rest before I twist him into another
position. It's really fucking awesome, ... . for awesome fucking." Both women
started giggling like little girls. "If any average guy was to have sex with
me, they'd probably be pretty well beaten up by the time we were through."

"But you're not bigger than him."

"That's true, but I'm tougher. Initially, he was quite a bit stronger. But I
looked at his workout sheets. On some of the exercises, like pushups and
pull-ups I was doubling his numbers. I watched him work out one day. I found
out that I had a much higher pain threshold than he did. He would stop if an
exercise became painful. His gains were not that significant. I had the
fortitude to push through the burn. Eventually that led to me being stronger
than him, pound per pound. And then, eventually stronger, period. He just
doesn't know it yet. When I'm overwhelming him sexually, he doesn't make the
connection, you know, that I'm stronger, probably because the sex is so great,
he's not thinking about it. Anyway, you should wrestle fuck with Dad."

"Maybe I will."

"Hey, you two. Tom's voice called from beyond the screen door. "Where'd you
two disappear to? Everybody's talking about the musclebabe twins."

"We're not twins," teased Monica, "I'm bigger than her."

"Well, come on, you're the stars today."

"You too, Dad. You look fantastic. Good enough to eat. You gonna show me what
you got later?"

"What did you have in mind?"

"Will you climb our twenty foot rope, arms only?"

"You can do that, Tom?" Monica seemed impressed. "That's pretty awesome."

"I'll try. Come on, let's go eat, everyone's waiting."

After eating, lots of beer was consumed and some joints were passed around.
Conspic- uously neither Tom or Monica, nor Liz and Harry had any beer. But
they partook of the weed. Eventually the competitiveness of the group kicked
in. None of the four felt any need to prove themselves to anyone except each
other, but when one of Tom's buddies noticed the ropes and pullup bars, etc.
Tom and Monica got pushed into some friendly contests with their old friends.
Liz and Harry weren't excluded, but they were so much younger that it was
assumed they'd do this stuff better. As if seeing Tom and Monica's buff
physiques weren't enough, they had to show everyone that they were fitter. By
the end, most of their female friends seemed quite taken with Tom's abilities,
while the guys, being guys, were pretty blatant as to her they felt about what
Monica could do and about her sexy, powerful physique. Some guy actually
commented that he'd love to fuck her. She just laughed and told him that she
would cripple him. "I smoked you at everything today, Frank. And I weigh ten
pounds more than you. I'm way stronger than you and I'd probably kill you."

As things were winding down, Liz and Harry, who had drifted off during the
little contest, came back. They both had towels draped over themselves.
"Folks, Harry and I would like to offer you some entertainment before you
leave. This is our little jungle fantasy we'd like to share with you all."
With that, they both took off their towels. Harry had on a sort of leopard
skin loincloth. Liz was wearing tiny piece of animal pelt also. They both
actually looked like beings quite capable of surviving and flourished in the
jungle. They were young, vital, viral, amazingly fit, very strong and very
sexual.

So they fought fiercely, trading advantage, pushing their beautiful bodies to
their limits, going at each other with a fury that ordinary people would not
be able to handle. Everyone was getting really aroused watching these 2
specimens, icing on the cake after the affect that Tom and Monica had already
had on the group. Surely, every couple in this group was going to have
passionate sex tonight, and probably tomorrow there were going to be several
more purchases of Q91Y. But no one was more turned on watching the wrestling
than Monica. She knew she had to try it.

Eventually, Liz admitted defeat to Harry. Everyone suddenly decided it was
time to go. They all cleared out pretty quickly, wanting to go home while the
images of what they had seen fresh in their minds. Harry fired up another
joint and the four basked in the events of the evening. Then, out of the blue,
"Let's make this tournament a round robin. I'll wrestle you, Liz and the
winner gets Harry here.

"You don't get Harry here. If it's a round robin, you'll have to wrestle him
too."

"You two go first," said Harry. "I may have beaten you, but you recuperate
faster and I'd like a little time to rest."

Liz decided to talk some shit. "And I don't need any recovery time to go up
against someone this old."

"What about me?" chimed in Tom.

"Okay, here it is. Mom and I wrestle, then the winner wrestles Harry and the
loser wrestles you, Dad. Which means that you'll be wrestling Mom, here after
I kick her ass. That's what you want isn't it?"

"You won't be kicking my ass, half pint. I'm bigger than you."

"I'm younger than you, and I have experience."

"Let's go then."

They wrestled even harder than Liz and Harry had. Liz's experience was really
paying off for a while, but Monica's power eventually won out. Finally, Monica
really put a beating on her daughter. She was totally out of her head with
arousal, as was Liz, but Liz was getting worn out and Monica still had plenty
left. She stood, straddling Liz's body, both women panting heavily, from
exertion, from arousal. As she turned in Harry's direction, the look in her
eyes was animalistic, predatory. She took two quick steps towards him and
pounced. Harry had no chance. They were the same size, and he had wrestling
skills, but he had no chance to use them. She was just a lot stronger than
him.

Tom had been watching his powerful wife with rapt attention and a boner so
hard that a cat couldn't scratch it. And even though Monica had teased about
taking Harry sexually, she really wanted her beloved husband. At this point,
Monica had poor Harry wrapped in the tightest cradle hold imaginable, and she
looked over towards her beautifully built man. "Meet me in the bedroom in five
minutes." She was so over the top turned on at that point that the words came
out of her mouth more like a growl.

Tom went to their bedroom, almost shaking with anticipation. After he left,
Monica turned back to her defeated foe. Liz watched quietly, her hand having
absentmindedly found their way inside the animal skin that covered her pussy.
She couldn't believe how wild her mom had gotten. Monica glared down at Harry,
tore off her suit bottoms, then grabbed his wrists, slammed his arms over his
head, and just as roughly slammed her shaven pussy down on his face. She
brought herself to an intense orgasm then got up and stood over Harry,
straddling his body. She turned to her daughter. "Liz, can I borrow your
jungle woman swimsuit?"

Liz quickly took her suit off and stood there in all her naked glory, the
light from their campfire glistened off the sweat on both women's magnificent
muscles. Monica tried it on, but it was simply too small. So she turned back
to Harry. She put a foot on his throat, then bent down and took off his
loincloth. She put it on, with difficulty, as her legs were thicker with
muscle than his. The effect of a loincloth on this bare-breasted female
warrior was stunning. She looked down at him one more time. "I'm going now, to
be with a real man, my husband, and fuck his brains out." With that, she
turned and headed into the house.

Liz had decided that the time had come to set Harry straight. "You certainly
were no competition for my Mom. Christ, Harry, she's forty-nine years old and
she beat you like you were a small child."

"She beat you too." Harry was feeling somewhat defensive.

"No, she didn't. I let her win, just like I let you win all the time."

"What?"

"That's right. I let you win to protect your fragile male ego. I let Mom win
because I wanted her to be so turned on that the sex that she and stepdad will
be having will beyond anything they've ever experienced. She will fulfill her
destiny as a savage sexual goddess. That's what he's always wanted, a woman
who was strong and fit enough to keep up with him. Now she has surpassed him
but he won't mind, because his ego isn't easily broken like yours.

"I don't believe that you let me win."

"Well, I know that I let her win and I know that you didn't. She destroyed
you."

"Prove it."

"Are you rested enough?"

Harry feigned confidence, but in reality his confidence had been shaken. Was
Liz faking it? He leaped at her, hoping to catch her by surprise. It didn't
work. Liz caught him, her powerful arms wrapping around his torso. In one
continuous motion, she jumped, twisted and slammed him onto the ground on his
back. Before he could react at all, she leapt forward, planting her pussy on
his face and started humping away with startling ferocity. Harry's arms were
free and he started punching and pulling at her thighs, trying to free himself
to get a breath. She grabbed his wrists and used them for leverage as she
leaned back to put more energy into her already teeth shattering thrusts.

While Harry was truly frightened by her intensity, but he was also more
aroused than he could remember. After several intense orgasms, Liz suddenly
stood up. Harry gasped for breath. She was showing him who was superior, but
he was also in phenomenal shape and was okay as soon as his breathing started
to return to normal. She stood above him, panting and cupping her breasts,
roughly pinching her nipples. Without warning, she grabbed his ankles,
spreading his legs out wide, slamming herself down on his lower torso. She
impaled herself on his erection with a force that almost hurt, with one of her
legs between his and one on the outside of his hip, so that she was turned
somewhat sideways. With that muscular lower limb between his legs, she snaked
around the leg that was now behind her while continuing to hold on to his
other ankle with her right arm. Leaning to her left, she reached around the
back of his neck and pulled him up in a reverse headlock. With brute force,
she pulled up with both arms, twisting poor Harry's body, pulling half of him
up, while thrusting up and down on his thick cock as if there was no tomorrow.

Meanwhile, inside, Monica was proving herself an overpowering sexual monster,
also sitting on Tom's face facing his feet, slamming up and down on him so
hard, you'd think she might break his neck. Tom's hands were helplessly
groping at her strong upper thighs and hard hips, his legs flopping around
like a fish out of water. To say that she had already had a bunch of orgasms
over the last ten or fifteen minutes would be misleading. She had actually
been coming continuously for that long, something only a person of her
superior strength and fitness level might ever hope to achieve. Just when it
seemed that she might actually kill her beloved husband, her lower body
started lifting off his face.

Could she be giving him a break? No way. She was in such an out of her mind
sexual frenzy that she was not about to stop this most amazing moment, even if
she could. Tom was lifting her off. She was so out of control that she didn't
notice. Her world record orgasm continued even though his face and tongue
temporarily lost contact with her labia and clitoris. Tom took a deep breath
then lowered her back down. She paused for a split second, wondering what had
just happened, then shrugged her thick shoulders and went back to savagely
thrusting up and down on his face. Finally, after almost a half hour of
continuous face fucking, Monica opened her eyes for a second. What she saw in
front and underneath her was a sweat covered ripped torso with a huge cock at
full salute to her overpowering womanhood. It was so hard that the veins were
bulging out and she could see the pulsing of the blood running through them.
In her sexual fog, she realized that if the blood was still flowing, she
hadn't killed him. She faintly recognized that an average guy would be dead by
now.

In spite of the amazing sensations that humping his face had caused in her
pulsing pussy, she wanted that cock in her right now. Switching positions, she
roughly thrust down. Yes, it was huge, but she was so wet, with male saliva
and female cum that it slid right in. Teeth shattering slams produced an
instant, over the top orgasm, but she didn't stop. She had his arms pinned to
the floor above his head and she was slamming her big beautiful breasts down
on his face as hard as her hips were driving down on his lower torso. "How can
I make this even better?" she thought to herself. Tom wasn't even moving at
all at this point, but he was breathing deeply and fitfully.

Her mind reeled. "Can I kill him? Do I want to? Would that produce even better
sexual results?" She started grapevining his legs and spreading them out to
the sides. Suddenly, both bodies rolled to the side, continuing over, and just
like that, Tom was on top, with her strong arms pinned on either side of her
head, his handsome face smiling down at her. "What just happened?"

"I rolled us over."

"How? I'm stronger than you and I have been sexually beating you up for the
last hour or so."

"You are not stronger than me. We're about even. But, tonight you've fought
twice and you've been doing all the work during our sexual wrestling match.
You've expended quite a bit of energy."

"But, I've seen your workout sheet ... .." He put one hand over her mouth to
quiet her.

"I sandbagged you. Those were phony workout sheets. I can almost double in
every exercise what I wrote on them." Then it was his turn to thrust, slowly
at first, all the way out until he was close to popping out so she could feel
the entire ten inches as it moved back inward. As he started to speed up, he
shifted slightly to cause his member to rub against her G-spot, something she
had trained him to do years ago to make her orgasms stronger. But tonight's
moments of bliss would be over the top due to both performing at such a high
physical level. Tom had released Monica's hands and she grabbed his shoulders
and, using all that upper body strength, lifted her upper torso towards him.
His response was to get into a kneeling position, pulling her up onto his lap,
impaled on his member. She wrapped her legs around his waist and squeezed as
she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him back into her large firm
breasts, his mouth quickly covering her stiff nipples with saliva as their
energetic coupling caused them both to be quickly covered in sweat.

Meanwhile, out on the lawn, Liz was becoming kinkier by the second. "How many
positions can I twist him into that will be painful for him and ecstatic for
me?" Without uncoupling from his still erect cock, she let go of the reverse
headlock and her single leg grapevine, then twisted towards his feet, grabbing
hold of both ankles, and standing up, stepped over him, flipping him onto his
stomach. Liz had Harry in a sexual boston crab. Showing unbelievable strength
and flexibility, Liz arched backwards so far that her head touched the ground
right next to Harry's face, while bending him in an almost complete backwards
circle. She continued to move her hips up and down on his shaft, her strength
and arousal so over the top that she seemed to able defy the laws of physics.

Harry's arms were free, but as strong as he was, he was not able to achieve
any leverage to extricate himself from this painful hold. Turning his head
slightly towards hers, he looked pleadingly at her with tear filled eyes. Liz
began whispering, "I am your superior in so many ways. I got stronger than you
because I'm tougher than you. You are capable way beyond what 99 percent of
men are, but you are still a total pussy compared to me." She closed her eyes
and upside down fucked him until he passed out. Letting go of his legs, she
stood up as his limp body flopped to the ground.

Her curiousity about her mom and stepdad got the better of her and she sneaked
quietly into the house and stood at the door of their bedroom watching as
these two wonderful people who had defied aging achieved mutual bliss, equals
in every way. She wondered to herself what it would be like to have an equal
to do it with. Harry had a lot of catching up to do, but he was so far ahead
of other guys that she would just have to take over his training if he was
ever to achieve equality with her the way her mom had with her stepdad. Maybe
she would sexually take her stepdad like she had teased with her mom earlier.
That would be fun, but not tonight. This was their night.