You need to start working out, Pt. 4 
by Musclehead



Over the course of the next few weeks, Mary and Bob watched from the kitchen
window as Candy physically destroyed one asshole from her past after another.
Some were extremely entertaining, like Frank, who was all of five-five and a
hundred and thirty pounds soaking wet. She had told him that she would make no
offensive moves and just let him attack her in any way he could. Each time he
did, she would basically just throw him away from her with one arm.
Eventually, she just stood there with her arms folded over her perfect breasts
as he tried with all his might to throw her off balance, his arms around her
upper legs.

Getting bored with his lame efforts, she opened her legs, quickly stuck his
head in between, pulling it up tight against her crotch, and squeezed him
unconscious as she got herself off on the back of his noggin. After his body
went limp, she reached down and grabbed one of his ankles, flinging him away.
She went over to where he lay, turned and waved to Mary and Bob and then
grabbing him by the belt, lifted him up over her head with one arm as if she
was lifting a twenty pound kettlebell. Showing no mercy, she then dropped him
from that height of over seven feet before walking away. He wound up in the
emergency room with a broken ankle and a mild concussion.

Tom was a conceited asshole, a former jock that had always been told he was
special but then when he got to college, found out the he was relatively
mediocre, and was cut from the football team before the first game. But he
still had quite a chip on his shoulders. His body looked as if he still hit
the weights on a somewhat regular basis but in that area he was also about to
find out how ordinary he was. He was sure that he was going to score with this
hot chick, thinking himself irresistible to women. Candy led him along, but
instead of wrestling, they did other things in a back yard that was made for
working out.

He thought she'd be impressed after he went up the climbing rope with no too
much effort. But then she did it faster than him and rubbed it in by using
only her arms and levering her legs out in front of her, making it much
harder. She was wearing her short cutoffs and a long sleeve shirt, so the only
hint he had of her muscles was her incredible legs and nice round ass. He knew
she had to be stronger than usual to do what she was doing, but he figured she
was better than him because she practiced. No way that a girl could be
stronger, after all, he had been a football player.

He did manage to flip the four-hundred pound tire a few times, but when Candy
went to do it, the tire actually became airborne, flipping the full hundred
and eighty degrees in one motion instead of two steps, a move that even her
powerful boyfriend couldn't do. It was that explosiveness that no one else
possessed to the degree that Candy did. All afternoon whatever he did, she did
better, way better. They never did get to the point where she offered to let
him fuck her if he beat her at wrestling. She started laughing at him after he
tried so futilely to be better at something than she was, that mocking laugh
of hers. Totally pissed off, he attacked her.

Tom started taking swings at her, so she put her arms up in a defensive
position. It was obvious that he had done this before. She never had. Since
her arms were protecting her face, he kept throwing punches at her unprotected
torso, getting more frustrated by the fact that his punches were having no
effect. As he started to tire just a little, it was now her turn. Candy
started hammering away at his body. Her hits were so powerful that if he did
get a protective arm in the way, she drove that back into his body as well.
For someone who had never done this, she sure caught on quickly. She doggedly
pursued him, each powerful punch knocking him backwards. When he bumped into
the garden fence that was behind him, she suddenly hit him in the face.

Tom was out on his feet with that one snap of her wrist, and as he started to
fall forward, she caught him in a bear-hug, jumped, twisted and slammed him
down on his back with bone crunching force.

She used his face for her pleasure for the next hour without taking off her
shorts, the coarse material of the denim cut-offs grinding his face even as it
sent her into sexual convulsions. When she was done, she picked him up and
threw him into the back of his pickup. How he managed to get home no one
knows, but his body was covered with deep purple bruises and his face was red
and raw.

Next was Steven, an interesting one. He was actually very smart, and was one
of the few guys that had never been intimidated by her height. In fact, he
pestered her to go out with him way back when they were in eighth grade. Bob
and Mary got a kick out of it for a while. First of all, where do eighth
graders go without a parent having to take them, the mall? But the really
funny thing was that he really hadn't hit full blown puberty and he was four
feet eleven to her five-nine. But it started to become annoying, Steven
calling several times every night, and this was before children were allowed
to have cell phones, so he was calling their home phone constantly,
interrupting whatever they happened to be doing.

Anyway: "So Candy, why did you ask me to come over? You can't be interested in
me."

"Don't sell yourself short. Oops, sorry I didn't mean it that way. Anyway,
you're smart and funny and through all these years you're one of the few guys
who isn't put off by my height, except guys who are taller than me and
surprisingly, I'm not that attracted to them, you know, taller guys."

Candy was wearing sweats and a loose fitting long sleeve shirt so he couldn't
see her muscles but he could tell that her body looked even better than the
last time he saw her six years earlier and she still had those great tits.
"So, anyway, Steven, are you still attracted to me?"

"From what I can see of you, yeah I am."

"Steven, do you work out?"

"Yeah, ... ... of course."

"Really? Why don't you strip down to your swim suit so I can see your buff
bod. We are gonna swim, right?" He went over to where there was a lounge chair
and stripped down. "Steven, were you lying to me?"

"No. What do you mean?"

"About working out. You don't seem to have very much muscle. What is it you
do?"

"I run and I do sit-ups. Why?"

"Well, I guess it's time for me to strip down to my swimsuit and show you what
I mean." Candy slowly, seductively dropped her sweat-pants to the ground,
smiling to herself as Steven's eyes widened looking at legs that were a whole
lot bigger than his and with so much definition that he could clearly see all
four heads of her quads and her calves bulging out from behind on both sides
of her shins. "Steven, you might remember that I run too. But my legs didn't
get this way from just running. I do squats and lunges and lots of other kinds
of weight training. Jeeze, my calves are as big as your thighs and my upper
legs are almost twice as big around as yours. Look at this ass."

She slowly turned around. Her new suit was not a thong but the half-covering
actually emphasized the astounding muscularity more than a thong might on
someone with a less magnificent set of glutes. Turning back to Steven, "And
for my upper body, as you'll see, I do more than just sit-ups." She heard a
loud gulp as she finished pulling her shirt over her head. First he saw those
lower abs, then more and more of her powerful core, getting wider and wider as
the long-sleeved shirt went up and up. Once the shirt was tossed aside, she
turned around again for him to get a good look at her awesome back and
shoulders , tapering to a very tight waist. It only took a split second for
Steven to realize that this was one big strong woman standing in front of him,
not the skinny girl with the great tits and ass from six years ago.

"Steven, I brought you here for a couple reasons. I know about those nasty
things that were said about me online." He suddenly looked ashamed and scared
at the same time. "But I can tell by the bulge in your shorts that you like my
powerful body. So, here's the deal. Beat me in a little wrestling match and
all is forgiven, and you can fuck me. By the way, I'm a great, no wait, make
that world-class fuck. I consider sex to be a full contact sport, just like
wrestling. What do you say?"

"Candy, ... ..I ... I don't ... . think I have a chance. I think you could
kill me with your bare hands."

"Oh, I could. I could kill you in any number of ways. I weigh a hundred and
eighty pounds, almost no fat. You know what that means of course. But to give
it some more perspective, if I was a hundred and fifty pounds with my muscles
and conditioning, and you were the one who weighed one-eighty, but with your
total lack of muscle, I'd still fuck you up. Could you imagine these legs
around your skinny little body, or maybe these arms giving you a little
bear-hug? How about having your back broken across these shoulders, or being
suffocated by these tits while I hold both of your arms above your head with
just one of mine? My arms are probably stronger than your legs. I could grab
your ankles and spread your legs out until I split you in half. But then think
about if you beat me, what it would be like to have your dick between these
big, firm puppies and splattering my face with your stuff. After all, to the
victor go the spoils."

"I'd never beat you. I'm not stupid, you know."

"So, you don't want to fuck me?" she asked as she moved so close that her tits
were brushing against his face as he forced himself to look up at her. Candy
reached down and brushed her hand against his crotch. "Oh, too bad," she
cooed, "because if feels like you've got quite a big package down there for
such a weak, pathetic runt, and it feels like you're ready to explode."
Suddenly she backed away. "No, Steven, we can't do this. I'm so aroused by the
idea of a little guy with a huge dick that even if we didn't wrestle I could
easily lose control and kill you while we're fucking." As she backed away,
Steven involuntarily let loose with such intensity that he almost fell over.

"Oh, my, my, such a passionate little fellow. Got anything left? Ha, ha, ha."
This time there was so mistaking the mocking tone of her laugh. "Hey, I've got
an idea, a chance for you to still get to have sex with me. I'd let you be on
top too. That would be the only way that you'd survive. Why don't you take a
dip in the pool to revive yourself and wash some of that stuff off. I'll be
right back."

Candy went inside to where Mary was watching out the window. "Where's Dad?"

"He had a meeting in town, some investors or something. He'll probably be gone
most of the day."

"Perfect. You remember last year when you told me about how you never beat Dad
in wrestling but that the idea of going at it with some guy about the same
size who wasn't as strong as Dad sort of excited you?"

"Yeah ... ..Candy," she said with a questioning voice, "What deviousness is on
your mind?"

"I think you know. Go and put on your most revealing bikini and then a
cover-up."

"Cand ... "

"Do it, now," she interrupted, sounding like she was giving an order, and Mary
knew instantly not to question it. "Come on, it'll be fun. Don't you want to
win for once?"

"Well, ... ... , yeah, ... ..I guess I do."

A few minutes later, back out at the mats, "Steven, do you remember my mom?"

"Yeah, hello, ma'am."

"Steven. Hey, aren't you the guy who used to call Candy several times a night
when you guys were in eighth grade."

"The same," chirped Candy. "Steven, we both know that you could never beat me
in a wrestling match. Frankly, two, maybe three of you couldn't beat me. First
of all, my boyfriend taught me how to wrestle, and secondly, I'm even stronger
than I look. I'm so strong that I'm more powerful than some guys at my gym who
are considered really really strong. So, all will be forgiven about those
nasty online comments and you can have sex with me, if you beat my Mom here in
a little wrestling match." He looked a little hesitant, wondering if there was
a catch. "Come on, what have you got to lose? She's fifty-four years old."

"You won't interfere?"

"Promise."

"Okay."

"Mom, are you ready?" She looked over at Mary, who was bouncing from foot to
foot, rubbing her hands together in eager anticipation. Mary smiled and gave a
thumbs up. Then she pulled her cover-up over her head and laughed out loud as
Steven stared, dumbfounded at seeing a smaller version of Candy standing in
front of him. Yes, the skin wasn't as youthful, but the muscles were as full
as any twenty-something cross-fit babe could ever hope for.

And she absolutely destroyed him, throwing him all over the place, twisting
him like a human pretzel, toying with him, allowing him to think he was
getting somewhere and then blowing through any move he made with ease. Candy
had never seen her mother in action before and was amazed and aroused at how
good she was, and how strong, eaily dominating this guy, wiping the mat with
him, as Mary liked to say. As turned on as Candy was, Mary was even more-so,
totally losing control at one point tearing off her suit after she had
stripped him and riding his face to so many orgasms that at one point it
seemed like one continuous sexual high lasting more than twenty minutes.

The one thing she didn't do was fuck the guy. That would be cheating. But
Candy was not about to let that ten inch dick go to waste. Steven had already
come several times, even in his beaten up state, totally turned on by being
dominated by this muscle woman. But he was still hard as a rock, so Candy
impaled herself on him facing her mom who was still going wild on his face.
They abused the poor guy for quite a while longer, fondling each other
breasts, lots of licking, lots of ferocious bouncing until his body was
showing no signs of life. They had enough good sense to think they might
permanently injure him, so they pulled themselves together and got off him.

Candy could see that he was breathing. She hadn't taken her suit off, just
moving it aside when she had joined the party, so she started picking Steven
up as Mary put her suit back on. "What are you going to do with him, Candy?"

"Throw him in the pool to revive him."

"No wait. Let me." Mary went over and pulled the barely conscious Steven to
his feet, then draped his hundred and fifty pound body over her shoulders,
facing up. He was still naked and though he was all but unconscious, his boner
was still pointing to the heavens, a phallic salute to these awesome women.
Though she was twenty pounds less than him, and almost thirty years older,
Mary had made it quite clear that she was still his superior in every way.
"Get your phone, Candy," she called over her shoulder as she walked towards
the pool." When she got to the edge, she turned around. "Is your camera on
video mode?"

Candy tapped the corner of the screen. "Now it is."

"None of your friends know who I am, but they all know Steven. Start the
video." Candy turned it on, zooming in on Mary's muscles, her strong legs, her
washboard abs, her powerful arms, then up to his huge cock, still pulsating,
still oozing, very red from Candy's vaginal assault. She panned down to
Steven's face, battered and bruised from Mary's ferocious face-fucking. She
zoomed back out so both the victor's and the victim's bodies could be seen at
the same time. Mary slowly pushed her arms up until she was holding Steven's
sagging body completely over her head. She brought her arms down a little and
then blasted them back up, throwing his body up and away behind her. She
walked towards the camera brushing her hands back and forth as he splashed
down into the pool.

"Put that on your website. That'll get them all talking."

As she started walking back towards the house, she called over her shoulder to
Candy, "That was great. I want more of this. I'll have to talk to Bob."