You need to start working Out, Pt. 6a 
by Musclehead



As usual the next day after cleaning Justin's clock, Candy was out in the back
yard working out. She was flipping the four hundred pound tire but not from
one end of the yard to the other. It might be remembered that her explosive
strength was second to none at this point, and when she flipped it, instead of
going up on the treads and then over, it actually became airborne, turning
three-hundred and sixty degrees and pretty much landing where it had started.

As if this feat of awesome strength wasn't enough, she did it well over a
hundred times before stopping to have a sip of water. She was breathing hard.
Even with her conditioning, this was an incredibly taxing exercise. But
because of a fitness level few people ever achieve, by the time she finished
her drink, her breathing was back to normal. But Amy had seen quite enough to
cause her to have a quiet meltdown, first watching the workout and then seeing
Candy's awesome torso expand and undulate with the deep breathing.

"Amy, when did you get here? Are you alright?"

"If having a spontaneous orgasm watching one of the world's premiere bodies in
action is normal, then, yeah, I'm alright. You're so incredible. Can I start
working out with you?"

"If you teach me doubles volleyball you can."

"It's funny. When I saw you jump so high before you came down on that guy
yesterday, I thought you could be an awesome hitter. Do you have a reason for
wanting to learn?"

"Yeah. Like I told you yesterday, I have two people left before my revenge is
complete, twin brothers."

"The McKenzie's?"

"Yeah. You know them?"

"They're really good players."

"Yeah, I just found that out. I don't think they played in high school.
Weren't they basketball players?"

"I think so, but at six-one and being white, tee-hee, they just didn't have
what it takes to play in college. I mean that's what I heard. I never saw them
play basketball. I was in, like, seventh grade when they were seniors. I have
seen them play volleyball in sand. They're pretty good jumpers for white guys,
but from what I saw yesterday, you can jump higher."

"I can jump higher than that, I was concentrating on doing as much devastation
as possible leading with my knee."

"Mission accomplished. I didn't know that guy, but I know the McKenzie's are a
couple of arrogant asshole jocks."

So, Candy changed her plans. She hated the McKenzie twins just about as much
as she did Justin, and she thought she could humiliate them in more than one
way. So she put the finale of her plan off for almost a year. Carl, her
boyfriend had come north and they got an apartment, but they still spent a lot
of time at her Mom and Step-dad's house availing themselves of all the workout
stuff in the backyard. He got a job as a trainer at the local Crossfit Gym.
After hours they would wrestle at the gym.

Carl was absolutely astounded that he couldn't beat Candy anymore. He wasn't
just a strong man, he was an extremely strong man and bigger than her. But
they would go at it for hours, most often to a draw. He absolutely could not
pin her, but that night that she did it to him, she turned into an absolute
monster, so turned on that the sex was even rougher than the wrestling. Not
that he minded. It had him going as much as it had her. And it was probably a
good thing that they wrestled and fucked at the gym. If they had sex in their
apartment, everyone in the building would assume from all the noise that there
was a knock down drag out fight going on.

In the meantime, Candy trained Amy and she taught Candy the finer points of
volleyball. And even though Tim still worked out and was getting stronger,
Amy's intensity was undergoing a transformation under the tutelage of Candy,
and she quickly passed him. She became totally dominant in the relationship
and in the bedroom. She had always liked getting her pussy licked, but she
found that it turned her on even more when she could make him do it. Amy would
completely lose it when she pushed her pussy onto his face, his arms tucked
into the folds of her knees. Reaching back she would grab his ankles, sit back
up, pulling them forward, his huge cock against her spine.

And as she achieved purchase, she was bouncing up and down on the poor guy
with so much vigor that she barely noticed that he had ejaculated all over her
powerful back.

Finally, the time had come to put Candy's plan into action. Amy had probably
gained ten pounds that year, some in her already strong legs, made powerful
from years of volleyball. But most of the gain was in her shoulders, back and
arms. She now weighed about a hundred and sixty-five pounds, not in Candy's
league yet, but very formidable. And Candy, well, Candy was a fine athlete and
at a hundred and ninety-five scary strong pounds, she was pretty much
unstoppable in sport she put her mind to.

"Okay, Candy, the tournament is a week from Saturday. What are we gonna do,
just go out blow their doors off?"

"No, I've got a better idea, if everything works out the way I want." She went
on to explain her plan.

"But, I know you can probably physical overpower anyone, Candy. Carl told me
you actually pinned him one time in wrestling. From what I've seen, he's a lot
stronger than either Jim or Jeff, but as for me, I don't think I could beat
either one of them."

"Well, I think you could, and besides, I don't want you to fight or wrestle
either of them, I want you to have sex with one of 'em. You have two things
going for you. First, thanks to a year of crossfit, I'll bet you are stronger,
plus, if you're like me, you get stronger when you get turned on. That's an
advantage that women have. It rarely happens to men, usually the opposite. You
get those legs entwined with his, it'll be game over. Plus, I think you'll
have an upper body strength advantage as well."

"Well, I don't think Tim will like that."

"You're in charge of that relationship, aren't you?"

"Yeah, but I do love him, and while I take over in bed, we have pretty much of
a partnership the rest of the time. Anyway, it really turns him on that I'm so
much stronger than him. So, while I don't want to ruin the plan, I also don't
want to fuck anyone else than Tim, and I guarantee you, neither of those
assholes is bigger than him, if you know what I mean."

"Oh, I do, and it's okay, I have a backup plan. But as to the tournament,
we'll play in the women's bracket, and beat all the other chicks, but we'll
hold back, we'll play well enough to win, but that's it, no killer spikes or
anything. And we'll keep our upper bodies covered up all day. Can't really
justify wearing sweatpants unless it's really cold, so people will see our
muscular legs. Still, there are other girls out there with muscular legs, so
no big deal. After we win, we'll challenge the winner of the men's tournament,
presumably the McKenzies, to a winner take all match, on Sunday."

"What's you're backup plan?"

"I have a friend from North Carolina. I'll call her to come visit and see my
new volleyball skills. She's about the same size as my Step-dad, well,
weight-wise, but she's only five-three. Can you imagine a hundred and sixty
pounds of muscle on a five-three body? You know how strong Step-Dad is. She's
stronger. Actually she was stronger than him a year or two ago. He's leveled
off. I'm sure she hasn't. She's super nice, but she's also very competitive
and when she's in some kind of competition, any kind, she's super aggressive.
She a fuckin' pitbull. She'll help out in the evening after the tournament,
before our playoffs."

Ten days later: "Candy, what are you doing here at the tournament?"

"My little brother's girlfriend taught me to play doubles. But you know, I
don't really want to talk to you bitches. I saw all those nasty comments
online." As she spoke, she took of her sweatpants.

"Wow, you're legs look pretty amazing. That isn't just from running is it?"

"No, I do cross-fit also, plus the volleyball, and just about every other
sport you could imagine." She lifted her shirt, intentionally, to wipe her
face, giving all the girls a look at her power torso, but no one was gonna see
her arms and shoulders, etc. today.

"Jeeze, Candy, you look really strong."

"Oh, I am, and I've thought for two years about how to get back at you girls."

"It wasn't our fault," Tammi said with a little panic in her voice. "The
McKenzie's were the instigators." After hesitating, "How strong are you? You
look like you've filled out all your height."

"Let me put it this way. You four are all pretty fit. If I were to lie on my
stomach and two of you had my arms and hands and two of you were on my legs,
in less than it minute, you'd all be hurtin' and I'd be walking away."

Bobbi gulped. "We're sorry. We were stupid. We just all wanted to be popular,
especially with Jim and Jeff."

"Why? They're assholes."

"Well, yeah, we know that now. We were just stupid high school girls."

"What are you talking about? The last round of shit was two years."

"Yeah, you're right. All we can do is say we're sorry."

"Not good enough. I could just beat the crap out of you, all four at once. But
I need your collective help. After the tournament, if my reading of those
assholes is correct, they'll think that they'll be able to have any of you.
They already are super cocky and after they win, and from what I've heard,
that's pretty much of a sure thing, they'll probably think you'll all be dying
to be the one chosen to hook up."

"Okay, yeah," chimed in Kristi, "What do you want us to do?"

"I want you to all be busy so my friend and myself can maybe be the ones to do
the hooking up."

"That's it?"

"Yeah, you're all busy tonight. You'll all understand eventually. Oh, come
back to the beach tomorrow. Amy, my partner and I, are well aware that the
prize money for the guys is way more than the girls get. We don't think that's
fair. After we win we're going to challenge them to a winner take all match.
Because of their stupid macho attitudes, they can't refuse, so sure they'll
win."

The only problem was that Candy's friend from North Carolina, Rachel, didn't
show up. But in a way, maybe that could also turn out okay. After a few
inquiries, she found out that Jim was the worse asshole of the two, so that's
who she honed in on. They wound up back at his place. Jeff hooked up with one
of his regulars.

"So, Jim, I get the impression you like athletic girls. Why is that? Is it
simply because we're good in bed, so to speak, just being more physical
beings?"

"You might say that, Babe. And you look plenty athletic to me." He laughed. "I
guess you'd have to be to have won the women's tournament, and I can see
you've got some amazing legs and a fine ass that don't quit. But you really
are a dumb blond if you think you have a chance against us tomorrow. I'll be
glad to take your prize money. Oh, yeah, I also like athletic women 'cause I
like rough sex, and you gotta be able to take getting' knocked around a
little."

"Wow. What a coincidence. I like it that way too. Why don't you get yourself
ready. I'm gonna go use the little girl's room." Minutes later, Candy came out
of the bathroom wearing just a thong. As Jim stared at her in total disbelief,
quickly coming to the conclusion that even though he was four inches taller
than her, she probably outweighed him. And certainly she had a lot more
muscle. He had those long sinewy limbs while hers were nice and round, full
muscle bellies as they say. He already knew that her legs were thicker than
his, but her arms were also. And that torso, wow.

She was on him in a heartbeat, knocking him onto his back on the bed. In an
instant, her crotch was planted on his face as she pulled the tiny bit of
material to the side. Intentionally leaving his arms free, she wanted Jim to
quickly come to the conclusion that he wasn't getting her off of his face
unless she wanted to. Soon he was pawing at her massive thighs as he tried to
get a breath. Arching her back and staring blankly at the ceiling, Candy began
kneading her perfect breasts and pinching her nipples when suddenly a knee
from his flailing legs caught her on her head, stunning her.

Jim somehow managed to push her off to the side onto her back. Yanking his
shorts off, he jumped on top of her. Candy had revived enough to look down and
see that he was pretty good size, not as big as Tim, her step-brother, but
then, who was? As Jim tried to enter her saliva covered pussy, he felt two
hands on either side of his ribcage and next thing he knew, he was flying half
way across the room.

Before he could respond, she was on him, impaling herself onto him as she
snaked her legs around his. He reached up to grab at anything to try and get
some control, but she was much too strong for him. Next thing he knew his arms
were crossed on top of his chest and she was holding them with one hand. Her
other one had gone behind his head, and down came her full puppies towards his
face. Quickly realizing that his arms were in the way, she yanked them up and
crossed them behind his head. His resistance to her sixteen inch arms was
futile. So now she had his arms and his head under control, and one arm free.
Starting to twist her powerful shoulders left then right, back and forth,
those amazingly firm tits were like fists pummeling his face. She put her free
hand on the floor and used the leverage to arch her back up, pulling him
along.

Then the coup de grace. As Candy started to boil over, she clenched her legs,
painfully bending his. Her pussy muscle clenched down, turning what little
pleasure he was feeling into instant pain, and she started to thrust her
powerful hips. His entire body was in a world of hurt as she was bathed in
head to toe pleasure.

"How's this for rough sex, big boy?" He couldn't answer. After her first
prolonged orgasm, he was in great pain and exhausted, but she was just getting
started. She fucked him for two hours in this position, only stopping when her
phone rang. "Rachel, what happened?" Oh, so you'll be here tomorrow? Yeah, the
regular tournament is over, but we're gonna have a winner takes all match with
the men's winners tomorrow. I just fucked the life out of one of them. His
legs will be useless tomorrow. Not that it would have mattered. Yeah, I was
gonna have you do the same to the other guy, but you know, I think this will
work out just fine. See you in the morning."

Candy had dismounted Jim and had gone over to the window. He had revived a
little, but clearly his brain had not re-engaged. Thinking he'd have the
element of surprise, he managed to get to his feet and attack her, jumping on
her back. It took very little effort for her, using her brute strength, to
reach back as she leaned forward, grabbing him with one hand on each shoulder
and throwing him over her, slamming him onto his back on the floor. She jumped
on him, again pushing her dripping pussy onto his mouth and for another hour
rode his face, doing further damage to his legs by leaning forward, grabbing
his ankles and sitting back up, before spreading his legs to the sides until
it felt like his crotch was going to be torn in half.

The next morning, Candy and Amy were greeted by Tammi and Kristi as they
approached the courts. "Candy, we met your friend, Rachel. I've never seen so
many muscles on a girl before. She's incredible."

"Yeah, she's something." As they went over to put their stuff down, Jim
straggled down to the courts where Jeff was waiting impatiently for him.

"Man, what the fuck happened to you? I thought you fucked that Candy bitch
last night."

As Jeff started grilling Jim about what happened, he caught sight of this
rather short, very muscular girl run up to Candy and give her a big hug.
Surely this was the most muscular female he had ever seen. He watched as they
talked and Candy pulled off her shorts revealing her legs and ass and it
occurred to Jeff that while it hadn't dawned on him yesterday, Candy's lower
half was very muscular, as much as her short friend. Then, the moment of
truth. Candy pulled her baggy sweatshirt over her head. Holy shit, she was a
larger version of her friend.

All the girls gathered round. "We've been watching Rachel beat a couple of
much bigger guys, easily at that, at arm wrestling. You're so much bigger than
her. Are you ... ?"

"Yes, Kristi, I told you yesterday that I could take on all four of you girls.
Do you think any of the guys could?"

"Candy's proportionally as strong as me," explained Rachel. "I'm much stronger
than any guy here and Candy, because of her size, is quite a bit stronger than
me. Oh, by the way Candy, I brought my little sister along. She's off running
down the beach with some guys."

Back with Jim and Jeff, "I was trying to say, Jeff, I didn't fuck her, she
fucked me, again and again, for hours."

"Well, pull yourself together. We've got money to win."

Amy was late, and when she disrobed down to her bikini that matched Candy's,
it was obvious to all the girls that she was one powerful babe as well.

Jeff served first, choosing Candy since she was a little shorter. Yes, she had
all that rippling muscle, but Amy had quite lot also. Candy had a very nice
hit, nothing spectacular, but certainly enough to establish that she hit as
well as any man in the previous day's tournament, save Jim and Jeff. Jim
barely moved to play the ball, and it was pretty clear to Jeff that he had
very little energy. Candy served the ball into the net, intentionally. Jim's
serve barely made it over the net and Amy scrambled forward, calling out "two"
to Candy. A beautiful short pass, a two set, (barely two feet above the net)
and Amy put it down with authority.

Well it was clear to the guys that she was the better hitter. Next time they
had the serve, it went to Candy. Those years of jumping onto that box at
cross-fit (recently with two thirty pound dumbbells) had turned Candy into a
jumping machine. She went up, well over four feet, most of her torso above the
net, and with all the power that that hundred and ninety pounds of muscle had,
she buried the ball straight down into the sand, certainly the hardest hit
anyone there had ever seen.

It was obvious that a hit like simply could not be dug. It may be a clich' to
say that she was unstoppable, but that's what she was. And quite frankly Jeff
couldn't do anything to stop Amy either. The girls kept the game going for a
while, by intentionally serving the ball into the net, but clearly they were
just toying with the guys. Candy especially would hover above the net and then
blast the ball by Jeff, many times hitting it right over his outstretched
fingers, never taking anything off the ball, never needing to. He couldn't
stop her.

And Jim, poor Jim. He was pretty useless, but to make matters worse, Candy was
using him as target practice. She would go up, one spectacular leap after
another, hit the ball incredibly hard, taunting Jeff's inability to stop her,
and just about knock Jim over with the power of her hits. By the merciful end,
he was covered in bruises. It was as humiliating as it could possibly get for
the twins.

As they crossed the net to shake hands, Candy said to Jeff under her breath,
"You must be totally intimidated to know that the girl you've said so many
awful things about could break you in half with her muscles." But Jeff's anger
and humiliation were too much and he screamed at her.

"What the fuck did you do with my brother you bitch?" Out of the blue, he
punched her in the face. Now Candy was a very tough woman but she was
momentarily stunned.

Before Jeff could press his advantage, a high pitched voice yelled from off
the court, "Don't you do that to my sister's friend." A girl came flying out
of nowhere at Jeff in a flash. She was wearing bikini that left little to the
imagination. Candy stepped back to let this little pistol do her thing.

Jeff was on the ground in an instant as she jumped, wrapped her powerful arms
around his head and shoulders and her heavily muscled legs around his chest.
For the next ten minutes she attacked with such ferocity that he couldn't
mount any kind of defense, twisting him like a pretzel, knees and elbows
hitting targets all over his body. Candy looked over at Rachel. "My little
sister, Lori."

"I can see the resemblance, in more ways than one. Wow, what an awesome little
body, just like you but smaller."

Candy was totally delighted with what she was seeing and happy to stand back
and be an observer to this last leg of her journey of retribution against the
last one of the group who had hurt her in the past. And it was quite obvious
that Lori was one hell of a fighter and at all of five feet, all muscle. Candy
correctly assumed that just like Rachel, Lori's background was in gymnastics.

In the end, Lori had Jeff's head in a reverse headlock and one arm under
control. She was using some amazing strength to twist his upper body so that
in that reverse headlock, his face was pushed into the sand even though he was
still mostly on his back. His leg on that same side was captured and squeezed
between thick powerful limbs capable of squatting three times her bodyweight.
If both of his legs were up against one of hers, it would still be no contest,
but it was reversed now and to say his leg was being mangled would be an
understatement. And his other leg? That was up by his ear, his arm wrapped
around it from above and being pulled downward towards his waist with her
other strong arm, locking both in place.

It was a devastatingly painful hold and Jeff was screaming in agony even as
all the girls clapped with delight. Evidently they had all been victimized by
the twin assholes at some point or other. None of the guys were all that
friendly with them either, but they also thought maybe it was time to
intervene.

As they approached the spot where the fight, or more accurately, the massacre
was going on, Candy, and Amy and Rachel stepped between them and the tangle of
bodies down on the ground. They crossed their arms over their chests. "I'm
pretty sure that Amy here could take on any of you guys and I know that I
could wipe out any two of you, maybe three, Rachel as well, and she's even
more wild than her little sister here. Wanna try?"

They all quickly backed off. By this point, Kimmy had ended her torture,
leaving Jeff lying there in a heap, whimpering from pain and the realization
that a girl who was so much smaller than him had kicked his ass very badly and
with such ease. Candy, Amy, Rachel and Kimmy had a group hug, before turning
back to the group of girls, Kristi, Tammi and the others. "Guys, sorry but I
had to get back at all of you. It's over now."

"We're sorry," Kristi quietly said.

"You never know how someone that you pick on can turn out as an adult. I hope
you teach that to your children in years to come, but more importantly, you
shouldn't pick on people and bully them because it's wrong, period. Now,
lecture over." She looked over at the guys. "Any of you guys want to play a
little bit of girls against guys tackle football?"

They all looked down, quietly declining. "Oh, come on. The sand will cushion
you as we run you over like you're a bunch of children." She laughed, then
Lori chimed in.

Part B next.