Long Time Coming  pt. 2     
by Musclehead



Jenny awoke at the crack of dawn. Lying naked on the massive bed, the ceiling
fan felt at once comforting, but was cool enough to give her goosebumps and
cause her pink nipples to stiffen. From the bed, she could see down the beach
where two female figures appeared to be doing yoga. She was pretty sure it was
Yvonne, and maybe, probably her doubles partner, the other woman appearing
from this distance of a couple hundred yards to be as well built as the first.

Thinking back on the previous evening, Jenny's finger absentmindedly found its
way to her nether regions for a quick, early morning buzz. Today was going to
be the first day of the rest of her life. After they got back home, she was
going to dump Craig. Whether she took up with Bill remained to be seen. But
another thing she had decided sometime during her slumber, she was going to
step up the intensity of her workouts, thanks to Yvonne. The muscle woman not
only exuded a sexuality that had to be seen to be believed, her confidence
level was absolutely inspiring. Jenny knew after last night that she wanted to
be more like Yvonne.

Bill awoke surprisingly refreshed considering he had been subject to not one,
but two sexual experiences that were so intense as to render him unconscious.
He made his way to the kitchen where he found Jenny getting ready to head to
the beach. "Morning Jen. Wow, you look great this morning. Are you getting
ready to watch those two awesome woman clean our clocks?"

"Don't be so defeatist. I watched you and Craig at the end of the day
yesterday. You guys are really good. Way better than Ted and Theo. And you're
several inches taller than Yvonne and her partner. Her mystery partner that no
one has met yet. I saw her, but we haven't actually met. They're coming back
from the beach now. They were down there doing yoga before dawn."

"Yvonne jumps so high. And she said that her partner jumps higher. I don't
know how we can stop that."

"You'll just have to time your blocks perfectly. You can do it." Just then,
the back door opened and Yvonne and her partner came into the kitchen.

"Good morning Bill and Jen. How'd you guys sleep? This is my volleyball
partner, Carmen." Carmen was wearing a long, pink terrycloth robe. Even so,
you could tell that she was a stunning woman. Standing next to Yvonne, who was
equally clothed, their bodies seemed identical. There was no reason to believe
that Carmen's body was any different than the awesome Yvonne's with less
clothes on. Her face was beautiful with long, really long, thick brown hair.
Bill and Jen must have both had the same thought as they stared at Carmen.
"Bill, Jen, aren't you going to say hello?"

"Oh, hi. Sorry to stare. It's just that it's hard to believe that a woman with
a body like Yvonne's even exists, let alone two." Carmen smiled, a friendly
smile, but didn't say anything. At that moment Bill knew that he and Craig
didn't have a chance. Even if they would turn out to be better players, Bill
knew that he'd have a constant fight with his erection, and he thought if
Craig didn't, well then he had to be gay. And after seeing just one hit from
Yvonne yesterday, he knew that they weren't better players than the women. As
for Jen, she had seen Carmen playing with Yvonne yesterday, but she too seemed
to be in a trance. She normally was not as attracted to females as much as she
was to men, but Yvonne and Carmen were different from any other women she had
ever met.

"Well, come on, finish eating breakfast. We all better get down to the
courts." Yvonne snapped everyone out of their reverie. They all headed out,
grabbing coolers, umbrellas. Carmen stopped for a second to pick up a Frisbee.
When they were getting closer, Jen noticed that Craig was already down by the
water. She turned to Yvonne and giggled. "Oh, I completely forgot about
Craig." They both giggled again like a couple of schoolgirls. They looked back
and saw him walking in their direction, his gait giving away quite a bit of
welled up anger.

"Where the fuck have you been? Did you fuck Bill? Huh? Is that it? Did you
fuck my partner?" No one was really surprised by his behavior, they had seen
it before. But Carmen hadn't seen this jerk ever before. She decided instantly
that she didn't like this guy. Which was not a good thing for Craig.

"No, I didn't. We just all hung out," she lied. "We thought you were going to
join us. It's just as well that you didn't, you're such a grump.

"Well, fuck you, you could have called me."

"We were having too good of a time. Why don't you just concentrate on the task
at hand, Craig. You're going to need everything you got." He glared at Jen,
then turned to walk over to his bag to get ready to warm up. At that moment he
caught the eye of Carmen. Rather eyes. And what eyes they were. Green eyes
that could burn a hole right through you. As she stared at him, she touched
her left knee and pointed at Craig, then turned and as she walked over to
where Yvonne had set the cooler, she took off her coverup.

Sometimes a body is so perfect, so superior, that even more covered than all
the other women walking around in thongs, all attention is immediately drawn
to that body. That's the way it was with Carmen. Yvonne was that way also.
Today, the two ladies had decided to wear white sweatpants cut off just below
the glutes. They surely covered more than the butt-floss that many women were
wearing, but the sweat cutoffs were very tight, making it obvious who had the
really muscular, round, hard asses. They had identical tanktops on with
lettering that said, "Yeah, I hit like a girl, better duck", and a volleyball
on each nipple.

It seems they both chose to wear their little sister's tops as they were so
tight that they rode up on their powerful torsos, revealing hard abs over
amazingly detailed devil's horns, the insertion of the legs into the hips. The
parts of the abs that weren't bare were clearly outlined through the tops.
Large breasts and full, vascular arms and shoulders filled out the picture,
along with thick legs that would soon enough propel them higher than
imaginable. A rather sizable crowd had already gathered to watch the finals,
and it was pretty clear who most of them were there to see.

"God," was all Bill could say. He looked over at Craig, who, for once had shut
his mouth, staring at Carmen and Yvonne, who didn't even seem to notice all
the eyes on them. They were the two most perfect physical specimens possible.
Bodies made for any kind of physical activity, any kind. Physiques honed and
trained to perform at a level most human beings can't even imagine, so beyond
the realm of their own very average possibilities. And these two bodies
belonged to two women, very hot women, who's muscles were wonderfully
complimented by their very female curves.

The play started. It was not what Bill expected. The guys were putting the
ball down into the sand with good hits that seemed to baffle the girls. "So,"
thought Bill. "Great hitters, but no defense." But the girls weren't hitting
either. They were taking shots, deceptive dinks and anything junky, just to
get the point or sideout. This wasn't what Bill expected either. But it fit
into Craig's small world view that that's what women players would do if faced
with a formidable male opponent.

The score see-sawed back and forth until the guys finally started to pull
away. At 10-6, it looked bad for the women. On game point, as Bill went up to
hit, his hand touched the bottom of the net. Side out. Yvonne pulled out her
jump serve for the first time. It came hard and fast to Bill, but he managed a
serviceable pass. Craig's set was spot on and Bill pounded the ball down. But
Carmen read it perfectly, digging the ball just out of the sand as Yvonne ran
to set the ball, putting up a two-set. (A two-set is a low set that goes only
about 2 feet above the net, requiring the hitter to jump even before the set
goes up.) Carmen's timing was perfect, a good jump and just above Craig's
outstretched arms, ... ... .. she dinked it. The ball soft landed on the
ground, just behind him, and as he landed, his heel caught the ball and over
he went.

Everyone had a good laugh, except of course, Craig. He fumed as he went back
to position. "If you hadn't put that fucking perfect set away like you should
have, that wouldn't have happened. All these chicks got is junk." When he
turned around to receive serve, Carmen was staring at him. When she was sure
that she had his attention, she touched her left knee, then subtly, so no one
else would notice, she pointed at him.

Yvonne served the ball to Craig. Nice pass, nice set and as Craig went up,
well to the inside Yvonne's attempted block and he, ... ... ... dinked it.
"That'll show 'em," he thought. But Carmen, showing her amazing athletic
ability moved with lightning speed from digging position to dive and get a
fist under the ball, putting a high arc on it that Yvonne could easily handle.
She was up in a second and Yvonne put a high set right on the net. Carmen
exploded out of the sand like a frog jumping, so far above Bill's outstretched
arms that as he tried to block, his fingertips hit her hard abs. Carmen hit
the ball with frightening power, and a closed fist, such was her supreme
confidence.

The ball all but disappeared before it careened off Craig's leg and into the
crowd. Craig's knee, to be more specific, his left knee. So now it was 8-10.
As Yvonne went back to serve, Carmen again stared until Craig looked over.
"Good, I'm inside his head now," she thought. "Time to up the ante." She
touched her right knee, then pointed yet again. Craig looked down at the sand,
causing Carmen to smile to herself. Craig looked over at Bill.

"Get your fucking shit together partner, or you won't be my partner much
longer." Bill was used to the shit. Craig never took responsibility for their
failings, only all the credit for their successes. On the next play, Yvonne
blocked Bill's hit, but it just kind of popped up a little, hovering right
above the net. From out of nowhere, Carmen did another of those jumps that
make people gasp. She was so quick, it was as if the whole scene froze, except
this muscle goddess, her entire strong, rock hard body above the net hitting
the ball with a fury rarely seen in a volleyball spike. Like a Ronny Lott
tackle. The ball reappeared on Craig's right knee. He went down, clutching at
his knee, clearly in pain.

As the ref called a timeout, Yvonne and Carmen made their way to where Jen was
sitting near their cooler. Yvonne got there first, and Jen looked to be in a
daze again. "Wow, Yvonne, this is getting really good, and intense. Is Carmen
doing that on purpose?"

"Yeah, she's targeting Craig. She probably decided that he was an asshole when
he started blaming Bill for everything that was going on."

"Correction," chimed in Carmen, who had arrived a little behind Yvonne. "I
decided he was an asshole when he started screaming at you when we first got
here. Now it's extreme humiliation time. He needs it."

"If he can continue playing."

"He'll be able to. It's just going to be bruised, it's not twisted or
anything."

"Well, it was amazing."

"Thanks, but I'm not done with him yet."

The ref blew his whistle. Let's play ball. He's alright." Craig was walking
around, testing his knee, which seemed fine, but was already turning purple.
The players went out onto the court, Craig keeping his eyes down. But as he
looked up to receive serve, Carmen was standing with her hand on her left
shoulder. Instead of pointing, she pursed her lips in a kiss. Then she touched
her shoulder again. Yvonne served another underhand, easy serve to Craig. A
good pass and excellent set. The girls had been so confident in their
abilities that they didn't bother to block. Craig jumped with renewed vigor
and cranked the ball as hard as he ever had. Yvonne read it perfectly.

While stunned that she had dug his awesome hit, Craig recouped quickly,
getting ready to block, as Carmen moved under Yvonne's dig, ready to set the
ball. In a moment even more humiliating than what Carmen had previously done,
Yvonne jumped so much higher than Craig that she hovered until he started to
descend from the apex of his jump, then hit right over his outstretched arms.
Right over being almost two feet over those fingertips, and with such downward
trajectory that the ball hit the sand right behind him. The ball flattened out
completely as it hit the sand. It was one of those old Wilson brand double
stitched balls and it had been hit so hard that it remained misshapen for the
rest of the match.

The score was now 9-10, the guys desperately trying to hold on to their lead.
To make things more fun for the girls, Yvonne intentionally served the next
ball into the net. As Craig went back to serve, he conferred with his partner.
"Come on, let's end this now." He was determined not to serve to Carmen,
though it really wouldn't make much difference. A really hard serve yielded a
rare error on Yvonne's part, the ball popping back over the net to Bill, who
put up an easy, perfect set. In desperation, and also to try to catch the
women by surprise, Craig hit the ball over on the second hit, a deep shot
right to the back line. Carmen ran desperately, diving and popping the ball
straight up, still very deep in their court. Yvonne chased it down and put up
a high set, but almost twenty feet off the net.

Staying behind the floating set, Carmen jumped just as high and with just as
much confidence as if it had been a perfect set. Slamming the ball with
tremendous force and a lot of topspin, the ball hit Craig on the left
shoulder, at once spinning him around and putting him on his back. Side out.

Craig got to his feet, clearly dejected but trying not to show it. He went
back to his position hoping that Bill would be the girl's target for the rest
of the game. Yvonne had two more devastating hits to finish the game, not
going after either guy, but putting the ball on the ground with such authority
as to suggest that her hits simply could not be dug.

In the second game, just to tease and to rub it in that at any time whenever
the girls felt like asseted themselves, they simply would not be stopped. They
intentionally let the boys get to 9-0. Then, put on an unbelievable show. All
kind of acrobatic hits off of quick one sets, shoot sets, etc. Carmen's most
amazing hit came on what seemed like a broken play. Her pass had gone all the
way across the court, near the pole. Yvonne put the set right in front of
herself, only a foot from the sideline as Carmen ran towards her. Carmen's
jump was higher than anyone in the crowd had ever seen a human jump, exploding
like a rocket. With her arm fully straight above her head, she swung, all the
way in a half circle arc until she contacted the ball at her waist, which was
a full foot above the net, hitting the ball backwards in the opposite
direction that she was facing. The ball sliced along the net, popping up and
hitting the ref in the head, with enough force, even off the bounce, to nearly
knock him off his stand.

That made the score 5-9. The men were still ahead, but they knew that they
were doomed. They simply could not do anything to stop these two awesome
musclebabes. Readying for the next play, Carmen stood with her back to the
net, brushing the sand off her beautiful butt, an ass so muscular that Craig
couldn't help but look. Suddenly she turned and once again caught his stare.
He decided that he had to return the stare so as not to be completely psyched
out. Carmen smiled, put her hands in the position to dig a spike then pointed
a finger from each hand in toward her wrists (The best place to dig a hard
hit) before pointing at Craig.

For the rest of the match, whenever Carmen had the opportunity to hit the
ball, she aimed right at Craig, but at his arms, giving him the opportunity to
actually dig the ball. But there was no way he was going to get any of them.
Carmen hit the ball so hard that every hit careened off his arms and bounced
far away. Craig couldn't even see the ball from the time her closed fist
contacted it high above the net, 'till it bounced away, his forearms stinging
like they never had before, in all the years he had played. The four hardest
hits, ever, had happened within the space of ten minutes and every one of them
contacting his forearms, right where a digger would want them, leaving big,
purple bruises from wrist to elbow.

As to be expected, when the match was over, Bill went over to congratulate the
women, telling them that he thought they were beyond awesome, that they were
truly playing on another level from anyone he had ever seen. Craig stomped
off, angry and humiliated. Yvonne graciously invited everyone to join her and
Carmen for lunch at her large beach house. Jen went after Craig and convinced
him to come along. She wasn't sure why, but Yvonne said she really wanted
Craig to be there.

To be continued