You need to start working out, Pt. 3 
by Musclehead   



One time when Candy was five and it was her turn to feed the dogs, her
step-dad, Bob, jokingly told her that the new fifty pound bag of food was in
the back of the pickup. She didn't know that he was joking and she got that
bag from the truck to where they stored it, some two-hundred feet away. She
weighed five pounds less than the bag. It would be an understatement to say
that Candy had a fierce determination.

When she was in eighth grade, Candy was already five-nine and stunningly
beautiful, so much so that her Mom, with step-dad's support, had to constantly
fight off the leeches who wanted to make her the next super-model. But, in
spite of that, she would come home from school on a regular basis, crying that
no boys liked her. This would turn out to be a constant theme in her life. Bob
pointed out that due to her unusual height, most boys here own age were at
least a foot shorter than her.

Bob mentioned to Mary (mom) that when Candy became a freshman in high school
the next year she'd probably have seniors asking her out. Sure enough, not
even a month into the next school year, a senior asked her to the Homecoming
Dance. Bob insisted on meeting this guy, Lance, before he would give the Okay.
Lance proved to be intelligent, polite. Basically, he passed the test.

Several months later, Mary was in a panic because she was sure that Candy had
gone to a downtown nightclub with this guy and she searched Candy's bedroom
trying to find a phone number. It turns out she wasn't out with him, but in
her search, Mary found Candy's diary. In an earlier entry she described a time
with Lance when they had allegedly gone to the mall together. Evidently they
were having sex, though not intercourse. Candy had written in great detail how
Lance ate her out for an hour. Thus began her love of oral sex.

Mary and Bob grounded her for a month and forbade her from seeing Lance or any
other older guy. But Bob secretly admired that a male high school senior
already understood about pleasing a woman. Most boys that age only care about
themselves, but this guy understood that making a girl happy was the key to
reciprocal pleasure.

Candy also had some other issues when it came to boys. Lance had only been
five-seven and seemed to like that she was taller than him. Most guys didn't
and by her sophomore year she had grown to her full height of five-eleven.
Plus she had a habit of saying whatever was on her mind which clearly
alienated a lot of guys. She also had a laugh that always sounded like she was
laughing at you instead of with you. Guys generally thought she was making fun
of them every time she laughed.

So she had rocky relationships with most boys, even though they always were
after her because of her beauty and nice body. She didn't do much better with
the girls. The popular ones thought she should be part of their group because
of her looks but she didn't like their cattiness or shallowness. The other
girls were somewhat intimidated by her. Still, she did have a small group of
friends.

But that was six years ago. She still had continued to have some difficult
relationships through college, but now after two years into her teaching
career plus the self confidence that cross-fit afforded her, she was leaving
all that crap behind. She had met a guy, Carl, at cross-fit and their
relationship was slowly becoming a serious, committed one. Candy had always
been enthusiastic and energetic when it came to sex, and she had met her match
in Carl. They were both amazing sexual athletes due to their high level of
strength and fitness and their sexual encounters were so awesome it might kill
the average person.

But to compare Candy to anyone average was now completely pointless. Indeed,
after more than two years of intense working out, to even compare her to guys
worked out just to stay fit was superfluous. She was living proof that even a
somewhat ectomorphic body could pack on muscle and now she filled out her
five-eleven frame with a hundred and eighty pounds of powerful curvy muscle.
Looking at her shoulder to waist ratio it was hard to believe that she once
had narrow shoulders. And as her delts filled out, they were very pronounced
and perfectly round, with deep tie-ins to equally impressive arms.

Her legs, her runner's legs, had added a good five inches in circumference and
her torso was a sight to behold, especially because of her amazing taper.
Without looking like some striated bodybuilder or half-starved fitness model,
she was the total package for anyone who loved muscular, strong woman. And
when it came to strength, there was no point in comparing her even to guys
that go to places like Planet Fitness and other "workout lite" gyms. No, the
only relevant strength comparisons that made sense were with cross-fit guys in
that hundred-eighty pound range, and she was even stronger than some of them.

Although her relationship with Carl was getting serious, she needed to go
north to find a teaching job in a state that actually cared about learning.
She was going to stay at her folks house until she found a job, and once she
was set up in her own place, they decided that he would move up to be with
her. He could get a job at any cross-fit gym.

And then, just before heading back home after the school year ended, through a
social networking site, Candy read some very nasty things about herself. They
were shared by a whole group of acquaintances from her high school days, most
of whom she hadn't seen for years. In the past, her reaction to these kind of
juvenile comments was sadness. Not any more. Now it was anger, and a resolve
to do something about it.

So, Tim had been privy to seeing Candy's body close up over the previous two
holiday vacations, and her mom the past summer, and she had made quantum leaps
in her physique since then. But other than her legs, Bob hadn't seen how her
body looked since before she had started cross-fit. She planned it that way.
She wanted to wait until she was bigger than him, not only in height, but just
plain bigger. And she was pretty confident that she was stronger now too.
After all, she was stronger than some guys who were built similar to Bob but
were fifteen to twenty pounds heavier.

The day after Candy got home, early in the morning, Mary had gone off to work
already and Tim was sleeping in, as usual. Bob was self-employed and worked at
home. So, he was already down in the kitchen, making a high protein breakfast
of eggs and turkey ham. "Did you make enough for me?" asked Candy as she
walked quietly into the kitchen.

"Good morning, Candy. I'll add some more right away," he called over his
shoulder. By the time he turned to greet her, she was only a few feet from
him. "Holy shit!" He stepped back. "Oh, sorry for my language. You took me by
surprise."

"In more ways than one?" she asked coyly.

"Well, ... .yes. Wow, you've really put on some muscle in the last couple
years."

"Oh, Step-Dad, you're always one for the understatement now, aren't you?"
Candy was wearing very short cut-offs and one of those t-shirts that sort of
has some half sleeves. Her shoulders were so full that the sleeves were riding
up, emphasizing how big those delts were. She had intentionally gotten very
close to him and even though he had sneakers on and she was barefoot, she
still towered over him.

This had always been one of her techniques, getting so close that she forced a
shorter person to look up at her, at once creating an atmosphere of
intimidation but also a sense of eroticism due to being so close that whoever
she was with could feel the warmth of her breathe baring down from above. Bob
had always been immune to this tactic, but now she had twenty-five pounds of
muscle added onto her body, and as a muscle lover, his defenses were crumbling
rapidly.

"So, Step-Dad, I think I'm bigger than you now. What do you think?"

"Well, ... ... you've been taller since you were in sixth grade."

"I weigh more, I guarantee it. You know it. We're both pretty much all muscle,
but I'm four inches taller than you. If I remember correctly, you weigh about
one-sixty-five."

"Yeah." He was trying to subtly create some distance between their bodies, but
each time he backed up a little, she inched forward.

"I weigh one-eighty now. And I'm strong as shit," she sort of chuckled under
her breath. "But, of course I know you are too." She turned around and,
grabbing a fork from the dish-drain, started eating the breakfast as a
dumbfounded Bob stared at the massive expanse that was her back. His eyes went
from those impossibly wide shoulders downwards, the most amazing taper he had
ever seen close up. Her shirt was a little short and the exposed flesh
exhibited two dimples above her shorts that were amazingly pronounced. Her
butt was so muscular that some round glute showed both above and below the
tight shorts. By the time he came out of his trance, she had eaten the entire
breakfast of nine eggs and a half pound of the meat.

She turned around and stepped toward her still somewhat startled step-father.
"Step-Dad, do you think it's possible that I'm stronger than you now?" Before
he could answer, "I do. I think it's possible."

"Well, you know I don't have any stupid hangups about men being naturally
stronger."

"Remember two years ago at Christmas, I asked you how much you benched when I
was trying to explain to Tim about how strong women could be, remember that?"

"I think so, ... ."

"I told him that there was a woman at the gym that was the same size as you
who was benching forty or fifty pounds more, remember that?"

"Yeah, I do remem ... ."

"I passed her six months ago."

"Wow. How much are you b ... ... ... .."

Again, she started talking before he could finish, knowing what was on his
mind. "I don't bench all that often, but I'm lifting that same amount over my
head now. A two-hundred and fifty pound military press is pretty fucking
strong, don't you think?"

"I'll say. I guess you are stronger than me."

Once again, she stepped in so close that he had to crane his neck to look up
at her. "You know I'm stronger, don't you, Step-Dad?" She could see he was
almost shaking. Was he scared, aroused? "Dad, do you think I could beat you in
wrestling? My boyfriend, Carl, has taught me some basics."

"I don't think we should do that, Candy."

"Why not? I know that you and Mom wrestle before you have sex. That's what
Carl and I do, also. Is that what you're thinking?"

"I ... ... ,well ... ... "

"Don't worry. I just wanted to see how I'd do against someone with a lot of
years of experience, that's all. I'm not thinking about having sex with the
man who helped raise me since I was three."

"Well, ... ... ... ... ... , I guess we could."

"The outside mats in half an hour? I have to digest my breakfast. Our
breakfast. Sorry that I ate it all. Ha, ha, ha."

'That's okay. Half an hour."

When Candy came out, she was still wearing the clothes she had on at
breakfast. Bob had changed to a pair of shorts and was already on the mats,
stretching. As he bent to touch his toes and stretch his hamstrings, she
dropped her jeans and pulled her shirt over her head.

As he stood and looked at her near naked magnificence, he wondered what he had
gotten himself into. "Candy, that's not a lot of clothes."

"Well, I thought the rivets on my cutoffs might dig in to both you and me. "
She was wearing a two piece white leotard that was cut very high and was
molded to her body so tightly that he could see the definition of her lower
abs right through the sheer material. "The only other outfit I could wear
would be my bikini which is a thong and the top barely covers much more than
my nipples. It does seem to attract a lot of attention when I wear it at the
beach. Ha, ha."

"Well, okay, ... I guess." But it wasn't okay. He could feel a chubb rising in
his shorts just looking at her. What was going to happen when he actually
touched that amazing physique? He needn't have worried. He was in survival
mode right from the start with little time to think about how sexy her body
was. Candy was indeed stronger than him, a lot stronger. Plus, with youth on
her side, she was more flexible and quite a bit quicker. And all those
cross-fit exercises really increased her explosiveness.

To say she wiped the mat with him, to use an old clich', would be quite the
understatement. He was pinned less than thirty seconds into their little
match. But Candy wanted it to go on longer, so she counted to two and then let
him up. Time after time, she let him go on the attack, only to blow his doors
off in a split second when she decided to counter his offense.

Finally, after half an hour, she decided to end it, rolling him into a ball
with the tightest cradle imaginable. As she pinned his shoulders to the mat,
she felt his body shutter as he ejaculated into his shorts. "Oh my God, I'm so
embarrassed. I'm sorry. I didn't mean for that to happen." He lay there,
exhausted, his face becoming red as he turned his head away from her.

"It's okay, Dad. I came a few of times too during our match. You just didn't
notice because you were too busy trying to defend yourself. Wrestling is a
very sexual thing. You know that. That's why it always leads to sex when you
and Mom wrestle." Bob turned towards her with a startled look on his face.
"Yes, she told me. Remember, I mentioned that before? It's okay. Like I said,
that's what happens with Carl and myself. Let's just keep this whole thing our
little secret, not just that we both came, but that we wrestled at all."

She stood up and reached out a hand, pulling him to his feet with such power
that he almost became airborne. "Dad, after we get some water to drink, I have
something to show you on my smart phone." She showed him the mean things that
were said about her on the social networking site.

"That's awful. Some people never grow up. Why are you showing me this?"

"Well, look. I knew I could beat you in wrestling. I knew it would be easy.
Carl is the only one who beats me. He weighs twenty pounds more than me but
has to go all out in order to win. Don't forget, he's a cross-fit instructor
if you have any doubts about his strength. I wanted to show you also that I'm
all but indestructible. This summer, I'm going to issue some painful payback
to all those guys who were saying all those nasty things. I'm going to do it
right here on these mats. I don't want any interference. I wanted you to know
that none of these guys will be able to hurt me. I'm all but indestructible. I
need to do this. Understood?"

"Yes. How will you get them to agree to fight?"

"Not to be too crude, but I'll tell them that if they beat me they can fuck
me. I know my muscles might intimidate them, but when they see me in my tiny
little swimsuit, the only thing most guys can think about is what it would be
like to have sex with me. It happens every time, even guys who say they don't
like muscles on a girl. If I feel like it, sometimes I will use them for my
own sexual gratification, but I guarantee you, none of them will get to fuck
me.

A few days later, Bob and Mary watched from the kitchen window as Candy, in
her tiny thong, took less than five minutes to destroy her first victim. She
cut to the chase right away, no toying around or anything. He was bigger than
her but she just threw him around like he was a bean bag. They were truly
astounded when she put him in a classic break breaker hold across her powerful
shoulders, pulled down hard and then shrugged him off behind her, walking away
and jumping in the pool as he lay there in a heap, twitching with pain. He had
to be taken to the hospital with a wrenched back, spending a week in traction.