You need to start working out, Pt. 5 
by Musclehead



Candy saved the best of her rampages through her former tormentors for the end
of the summer. She hadn't decided what to do about the catty girls on her list
but as to guys, there were three left. She was going to take care of two of
them at once. And she was going to up the ante.

She decided to give the encounters a rest for a while, but during the interim,
she ate almost entirely protein and worked out like a maniac, having joined a
cross-fit gym somewhat far away from her mom and dad's home so no one would
know her. During this interval she brought her weight up to one-eighty-five.
She was always very friendly with everyone but kept her distance. Still, the
discussions in the men's locker room revolved around how any of the guys might
fare in a one to one physical confrontation with her. And they all wanted to
fuck her, but they also wondered about their survival prospects there as well.

And when she wasn't at the gym, she was working out in their back yard,
wondering why in the past she hadn't taken advantage of all the stuff her
step-dad had accumulated over the years. Bob had had many years working out
and training other people and when he worked out with her, he couldn't help
but wonder how strong a person, a female person could get without resorting to
steroids and without winding up looking like a monster.

Indeed, Candy was still one hot babe in spite of the considerable amount of
muscle she carried. And Bob's conclusion was that someone with incredible
genetic potential and that fierce determination that allowed a forty-five
pound girl to move a fifty pound bag of dog food over two hundred feet and
dump it into a 30 gallon aluminum can could do anything she put her mind to.
Bob was a very strong man. He was living proof that a person could not only
keep, but increase their strength into their sixties. But he couldn't hold a
candle to his step-daughter.

Yes, she was quite a bit bigger than him, but even comparing the two pound for
pound, she was stronger. They never wrestled again. They both knew that even
as strong as he was and with all his experience, she could beat him in her
sleep. One day when they were taking a quick water break after doing twenty
straight rope climbs, he asked her, "Candy, do you remember when you were five
or so, you carried that bag of dog ... "

"Yeah, I remember. I ought to beat you up right now for making me do that. Ha,
ha."

"I was just joking. I was going to do it for you, but ... "

"But now you want to know how I did it?" Candy was not only physically
superior to most people, but she was also very smart and she often knew what
people were going to say before they said it. "I put the tailgate down on the
pickup and after dragging the bag out to the edge, bent down and pulled it
across my shoulders. When I straightened my legs up I thought I wasn't going
to make it. By the time I got to the feed shed my legs were burning and my
whole body was sore for days. I wanted to kill you. Ha." Suddenly she dove at
her step-dad and within seconds, he was across her shoulders. "See, just like
that. Ha,ha." She put him down as they both had a good laugh.

So, now the summer was almost over. Candy had found a teaching job and Carl
would be coming to join her soon. So she needed to finish what those assholes
had started. Justin was such an asshole that he made Tom seem pretty cool. He
wasn't the instigator of the whole internet incident, but she hated him the
most. He was also pretty stupid. She was going to pull out all the stops and
open up a major can of whoop-ass on this guy.

As strong as she was in her upper body, Candy's legs were proportionally even
stronger. She had been a runner all her life. Indeed, she could still run
seven minute miles forever and do a hundred yard sprint in under ten seconds.
Watching that amazing ass churning away as she ran down a track in short
shorts was a sight to behold.

She hadn't really used her legs a whole lot on the other guys. Yes, she did
knock Frank out between her massive thighs while she rubbed her pussy on the
back of his head, but she was using less than half her power. So, in addition
to running she was doing lots of squats and lifting one end of Bob's Ford
F-150, the front end in a kind of deadlift. It's hard to determent how much
weight that was, but she was lifting the front end and Bob had never seen
anyone capable of that before.

She was ready. She decided that she was going to cover up and then reveal
herself little by little. She had another new suit. Three triangles added up
to barely twelve square inches of fabric, divided into 3 tiny triangles. But
she wore it underneath a wife beater, tight enough that one could see her abs
through the ribbed material. The logo across her wondrous breasts said, "Boy
Beater". On the bottom she had rather small running shorts and at this point
in time, her butt had become so muscular that some glute stuck out both top
and bottom. Those tie-ins where the lower abdomen meets the legs could be seen
above the shorts, further emphasizing her very high level of conditioning.

She had become quite a bit more vascular and she cut her hair pretty short,
about an inch and a half and then moussed and brushed so it stuck evenly out
in all directions. Her tan was very dark now. She looked radical and deadly,
but she also looked like a woman who liked to fuck and was prepared to make
any sexual encounter a life changing event for anyone lucky enough to couple
with her.

She had put some of the mats leaning up against the fence, and when she led
Justin out to where the mats were, "Hey Babe, what are the mats for?"

"You haven't earned the right to call me Babe, yet."

"What do I have to do to earn that right?"

"Wrestle me and beat me. That's what the mats are for. If you beat me, you can
call me Babe and you can fuck me. You can stick it in my ass if you want, you
can push it into my mouth, you can do anything you want to me."

"What are you, a little crazy? I know you're pretty tall for a girl, but
you're still a girl. What do you weigh? About one-forty? And I'm giving you
that much 'cause you're tall." I weigh a hundred and ninety pounds and I work
out.

"Ewww. You're making me all wobbly. How much do you work out?"

"About an hour and a half, every other day."

"Well I only work out for about a half hour to forty-five minutes, but it's
cross-fit, the most intense workout on the planet and it makes people real
strong, really fast, men or women. With that, she pulled her cover-up over her
head. "And I weigh a hundred and eight-five. Get ready to rumble."

"Oh, Babe. I never thought I'd say this but you're muscles actually make you
sooo hot. Why don't we just get right to the fucking?"

"Because I like some competition. It gets my juices flowing. By the time I'm
done kicking your ass, I'll be so worked up, I'll probably ride your face for
hours."

"I don't care what kind of workout it is. You might get stronger than some
guys who don't do shit, but not me."

Whatever. I think the smallest woman in our group is stronger than you. She's
only five three, but she's got about twenty-five pounds on most women her
height, all muscle. She'd beat you. I'm gonna destroy you." She went to take
off her top when he attacked, coward that he was, slamming into her rock hard
torso with his shoulder.

Candy landed on her back with her legs splayed out to the sides and Justin
sort of kneeling between them. He reached forward, grabbing her wrists and
pinning them on either side of her head. Almost immediately, she could feel
him starting to grind his crotch against hers and he was already erect. But
that was to be expected. After all he was looking at and rubbing himself
against one of the finest bodies imaginable.

As he glared at her with a look that was at once angry and lascivious, she
decided it was time for the onslaught to begin. Her legs came up quickly from
behind and in an instant he was caught in a leg nelson. Her inner thighs were
so strong that even as her lower legs were tearing his arms away from hers,
she was applying tremendous pressure to the sides of his ribs with the inward
pressure from her knees.

Candy put her folded her arms behind her head as if she was using them for a
pillow as she smiled up at him, his face contorted in agony, and then with
explosive power, she flipped them over sideways. Justin's face was being
pushed into the mat with her feet as his shoulders continued to be pulled
inward by her nelson. The pressure she was applying to his ribcage with her
knees was making it hard to breathe. Candy was facing his feet, and it was
easy to lean forward, grab his ankles and then lean as far back as she could
go, arching his back the wrong way.

As she powered the hold, she wondered if she should have asked her mom or
stepdad to record the match to post online at some later date. But they
weren't home, gone for the day, something she hadn't know when she invited
Justin over. Assuming that she didn't have an audience, Candy decided to not
hold back in any way, including sexually abusing this guy in any way she
wanted.

Tim and his girlfriend, Amy had been sexually active since they first met.
Actually, she was the more active one. He had no problem with her being on
top, as she was right now, impaled on his extremely long cock, her hands on
his shoulders, her arms extended, and his hands on her upper arms as she
pumped away. Her eyes were focused on the back yard. From her female superior
position, she had a perfect view of the amazing goings on down on the mats.

Amy had never been attracted to another woman before, but she had never seen
another woman like Candy before. She was becoming even more aroused watching
this muscular woman a hundred feet away totally controlling this big guy. Her
first orgasm coincided with a cry of pain from the back yard. Amy was pretty
vocal and while she heard Justin's yelp, all Tim heard was Amy and all he felt
was her pussy muscles clamping down harder than she ever had before.

Amy was very fit and worked out with weights. She was pretty strong, although
certainly not at Candy's level, but then, who was? She was not as strong as
Tim, but she was close, and in the throes of arousal, sometimes it seemed like
she got temporarily stronger. And right now, with Tim inside of her and the
visual stimulation she was receiving from the back yard, she was climbing to
new heights, sexually and in physical strength.

Candy had released Justin's legs for a second, slid off him to the side and
before he could respond with quickness that rivaled her strength, grabbed an
ankle, lifted his lower body, and slipped her right leg underneath. She
brought her left leg down his back towards his waist at the same time, and
then locked her ankles. Justin's arms were now captured and flattened against
his back, her legs around them and his waist. Candy let go of his ankle and
quickly folded his lower legs up, loosening her legs ever so slightly and
tucking his toes into her scissor lock as well.

Justin couldn't move anything except his neck and he turned is face towards
her. Candy smiled at him. "As you can see, you have no chance against me. My
wrestling sklls are way beyond your, I'm faster, more flexible and more
coordinated. And if you haven't figured it out yet, I'm way stronger than you
too, wimpy boy.

"Fuck you bitch."

"Not too bright of a thing to say. I guess that makes me smarter than you
too.' She reached out with her right hand and grabbed his opposite bent knee
as she grabbed the back of his head, grinding his face into the mat as she
pulled up on that leg, again arching his back more than he was used to it
being arched. Oh, yeah, she started squeezing and he started screaming.

She immediately poured on the pressure and just as quickly, he was once again
in a world of hurt. Amy was quickly losing control looking out of that second
story window, pounding away at her boyfriend from her position on top. Tim was
beginning to wonder what had come over her, but not too much since her
spasming interior muscles were giving him incredible sensations the likes of
which he hadn't experienced since his coupling with his step-sister the
previous Christmas.

As Candy continued to apply tremendous pressure to Justin's mid-section, she
rolled onto her back and actually lifted him off the mats. Then after four or
five seconds, enough time for Justin to comprehend just how much strength it
took to do it, before slamming him back down. Now, in addition to being
completely helpless in this amazing hold, he was starting to get pretty beaten
up and was barely able to breathe.

Upstairs it didn't take but a second for Amy to become aware that Candy was
clearly the strongest female she had ever seen, but probably one of the
strongest people, and with some pretty amazing fighting skills. The very
thought sent Amy ablaze with a new round of clitoral convulsions, and set
Tim's mind to wondering what had gotten into Amy. Yes, she had always been a
real good fuck, but now she was starting to rival his awesomely athletic
step-sister.

Back to the action in the yard. Candy had released her multiple holds and was
now on his back, entwining her thickly muscled legs around his much thinner
ones. As she poured on the pressure, spreading his legs out to the sides, she
thought to herself that Justin didn't spend a lot of time working on his legs.
Her left hand went onto the mat as her right arm snaked below his neck from
the left, so her thick tricep went across his upper chest.

Upstairs, Amy suddenly pulled back and as Tim's cock plopped out, she lunged
forward planting her pussy on his face just as Candy pulled back on Justin's
upper body. Her back muscles and ass all tensed at once, an unbelievable
sight. Amy hands went to her breasts as Tim's went to her hips to ease ever so
slightly the impact her thrusts were having on his face. Candy reached a
sexual nirvana just from the stimulation to her pussy from whatever it was
touching. As the intensity grew, so did the pressure she was putting on
Justin's pain racked body until he passed out.

When she felt him go limp, she released her hold and got up. The sight of this
staggeringly powerful woman standing over this broken man was too much for Amy
and she started to writhe in ecstasy once again, pondering through her sexual
fog that she had had more orgasms than she could count, many, many more than
she had ever had before. And then she felt her guy underneath her go limp as
well.

Gazing out the window at the incredible woman below, Amy hoped it wasn't over,
that this beaten man would get up so he could get his ass kicked again. Not
that she had anything against him, she just wanted to see Candy in action some
more. She was not to be disappointed. Getting impatient with Justin, Candy
went over and helped him to his knees and then stood in front of him with her
hands on her hips, laughing at him, that mocking laugh. Enraged, he dove at
her, capturing her around the waist. He seemed to have taken her by surprise,
but with her fighting skills she countered him instantly. She was too fast for
him, and just too strong. Twisting to the side as he impacted her, she jumped
and his momentum had him crashing onto his back, her rock hard abs in his
face. His grip was broken and she was already diving forward, landing on his
face.

But instead of staying there on top of him, she was on her feet in a second.
Candy yanked him up by one arm and whipped him into the padded fence,
immediately jumping after him. Upstairs, Tim had awoken. He was still on his
back, but his feet were now at the head of the bed, by the window. Actually,
his butt was almost all the way to the bottom of the window and his legs and
feet were leaning up against either side of the trim. "Hey, how'd we get
switched?" he mumbled through puffy labia that were hovering just above his
mouth.

"I don't know," managed Amy between pants. She was completely out of her mind
with lust at this point. "I guess I flipped you around." Before Tim could
register his surprise, her crotch slammed back down and his dick went back
into her mouth. A minute or so later, she pulled her mouth away. "I did it so
I could watch Candy while I sucked you off. I didn't want to hog all the fun
but I didn't want to miss any of the action."

He pushed her up enough to talk. "What? Watch Candy?" What are you talking
about?" But Amy wasn't into answering questions at the moment. Tim wanted to
see what was going on but she slammed back down, and continued to give him
awesome head, but and as she went, she ran her hands under his butt and sat
up, bringing his lower torso up off the bed. Neither one of them could quite
comprehend how easily she was overpowering him at the moment, but there was no
doubt that their oral coupling was turning into a little wrestling match of
their own, a battle for supremacy, and she was winning.

She could also see better in this position, so she continued to grind away,
actually dropping his almost spent member from her mouth at one point as she
gazed in wonder at Candy's next feat. During the time when she wasn't looking,
Candy had been twisting Justin's overmatched body into all kinds of un-natural
positions. Due to her phenomenal strength coupled with her anger at this guy,
he simply couldn't defend himself from her relentless onslaught.

Now, as Amy looked back to the action, Justin was on his feet, barely, and
hanging on to the fence for support. Amy watched in total astonishment as
Candy took two quick steps starting from about eight feet away and jumped
high, really high, well over four feet. Pulling a knee up and crashing into
Justin's face and upper chest area from above. Evidently all those cross-fit
box jumps had done their trick. Amy was thinking that with her strength,
athletic skills and amazing jumping ability, Candy could become as dominant at
volleyball as she was at fighting.

Candy landed on her feet, spreading them about two feet apart as he sank to
the ground. Stepping forward, she pushed her crotch into his face and began
grinding. Upstairs, the action was only a little less dominating. Finally, Tim
had managed to get free, sort of pushing Amy off to one side. He got to his
knees next to her and looked out to see his step-sister slamming herself into
some guys face so hard that all of a sudden, the post broke and she fell
forward as Justin landed on his back with her on top.

As Candy got up, she thought she heard laughter. Turning around and she caught
a glimpsed of the two lovers in the window. She waved and went back to Justin.
Getting him to his feet, she draped him across her shoulders facing up. Candy
moved to a spot where the fence was still intact and then faced Amy and Tim.
Then she easily lifted his hundred and ninety pounds over her head and tossed
him behind her. His lower back landed on the railing. This little encounter
was over.

Leaving him there, Candy went inside, up to Tim's room and the three of them
went at it until Tim passed out from exhaustion, proving once again that women
are the stronger sex. So Candy and Amy went on without him.

Later, Candy and Amy took Justin to the hospital, saying they found him by the
side of the road, an apparent mugging victim or something. He didn't dispute
that story. Justin was still in the hospital when Candy planned her last and
best, two guys at once, the twins. Yes, they were both jocks also. All the
better if she could destroy two at the same time. Maybe an audience. Maybe all
the bitches.