You need to Start Working out, Pt. 6b 
by Musclehead 



"It wasn't fair what I did to that guy. I sort of sneak attacked. But if we
were to start off facing each other, would any of you guys want to wrestle
with a tiny little thing like me?" She looked around. No takers. "Come on, I'm
only five feet tall. Jeeze, what a bunch of pussies. Any two of you?"

"We're all in good shape," said one of the guys, "but you're all muscle."

"That's right. A hundred and forty-five pounds at five feet is pretty fuckin'
awesome, don't you think?"

Rachel turned to Candy, "She every bit as dense as me, even at several years
younger, but she doesn't have the maturity thing yet. She'll taunt until one
of them makes the mistake of saying yes to wrestling her. And, by the way,
she's a lot wilder than I am." Fact was, Lori was a hot little number, but
even when she offered to have sex with anyone who could beat her, there were
still no takers. "God, I guess you are a bunch of fags. Look at this body.
Can't you imagine the once in a lifetime experience it would be?"

Candy and Rachel watched with amusement. Leaning over and whispering to
Rachel, "She's a little arrogant, or maybe cocky, don't you think?"

"Yeah, but you know she's right." They looked back as Lori made another offer.
"Come on you chickens, I wanna wrestle. Look, you don't even have to win, you
just be able to last ten minutes with me." She looked around. They had all
seen her clean Jeff's clock and quite frankly they all assumed that tangling
with her could be detrimental to one's health. Indeed, little Lori was built
like a wrestler and was immensely strong. All the guys there were fit and
reasonably strong but they were mostly long and lean.

Obviously disappointed, Lori was still full of energy so she took off down the
beach, running very fast for someone who wasn't exactly built like a runner.
But if you've ever seen a gymnast do the running approach in a vaulting event,
you know they can run very fast sometimes, even if it is a very short runway.
Well Lori's conditioning was so top notch that she could run that way for even
longer distances.

Candy helped Jeff get it back together and quietly lectured both him and twin
Jim. "You guys have obviously found out the hard way that there are women out
there who are your superiors, physically and in so many other ways. And your
Mom and Dad did a pretty shitty job when it came your snotty personalities.
You think all the guys admire you and all the girls are hot for you, but it
was their own insecurities about fitting in with the "In" group. The fact is,
they all pretty much hate you two for being such douchebags. Now go home and
lick you wounds. By the way, if I hear from any girl that you've been a little
too rough during sex, well then you'll be having rough sex with me." Jim
involuntarily cringed as she said that. Candy looked at Jeff. "Ask your
brother for more details if you'd like."

Most of the group hung around, drinking beer, some smoking a little dope, a
few having some pickup games while others tossed around a frisbee. A little
while later, Lori came jogging back towards the group, four guys running with
her. They were all pretty well built, looking more like the wrestler type,
which three of them had been back in high school. "Hey, listen up everyone.
You all see my new friends here. I'm gonna make them a similar offer to what I
made you wimpy guys." She turned to the four guys who all looked to be about
the same ages as most of the group, early twenties. She reached down into her
bikini bottoms and pulled out a wad of twenty dollar bills. It was hard to
believe they could have been in there, the suit was so tiny.

"I brought you all back here 'cause I wanted to have an audience, especially
my sister and her friend. Okay, here it is guys. You'll draw straws to see the
order. There's four hundred dollars here. That's what I'm betting. Each of you
guys only puts in a hundred. Then, one at a time, you wrestle me. Whoever wins
gets the money. If more than one of you beats me, then the kitty gets divided
up accordingly. If only one of you beats me, he gets to fuck me also. Deal?"

They were all bigger than her, one might think by at least thirty or more
pounds, so they all thought they had an advantage there. But the biggest one,
at five-nine was only fifteen pounds more, at one-sixty, such was her
thickness and density. They all agreed. "Give the money to my sister to hold
if that's okay."

After they each ponied up, Lori went over and gave her sister her wad of
twenties. "Where'd this come from, Lori?"

I won it arm-wrestling, before I encountered any of these guys." She looked at
her big sis who had always been her role model, and then to Candy. "My sister
says you're the strongest woman just about ever. That's so cool. Now, ... .
... .it's ... ... .wait for it... ... ..showtime."

She trotted over to the four guys. "Do we have an order?" They nodded. "Okay,
line up, each one about ten feet back from the other." Once they had done
this, "Ready?" They were, or so they thought.

The first guy approached, in a wrestler's crouch, obviously one of the three
with experience. He made the first move, locking shoulders with her. A little
jostling back and forth and then in a burst of power, Lori flung his arms
outward and before he could react, she had her arms around his waist, lifted
him up, jumping, and twisting and slamming him on his back with her thick
shoulder and all her weight right into his mid-section. She grabbed his legs
under his knees as her other arm went around his shoulders behind his neck.

Crushing him into the tightest cradle imaginable, she rolled him back and
pinned him. Ten seconds. She jumped to her feet, leaving him in a heap, and
turned towards number two. "Next," she shouted as she took two steps towards
him and went into a handspring, flying towards him upside down. This muscular
young guy without experience put his arms up in defense, allowing Lori to wrap
her arms around his chest from her upside down position.

With an amazing torqueing of her powerful torso, she flipped both herself and
him over in midair, slamming him onto his back with stunning force. She didn't
even have to pin him, he was lying so flat and still. "Next," as she bounded
towards number three. He reached and she grabbed his wrist. He spun around as
she pulled that arm towards the other side. In an instant he was on her
shoulders, upside down looking at the sky. Then she just pressed him over her
head and threw him up and away and back. Before he had even landed, she had
back flipped with a twist and came down on him, leading with an elbow.

She didn't have to pin him either. On her feet in an instant, "Next." Number
four actually turned to run away, fuck the money. She ran him down easily,
tackling him to the ground. She got up to let him try, face to face. In
seconds he was on his back, his arms pulled down by his sides, and locked in
with his own legs which were pulled up by his ears and held into place by her
muscular legs. Her elbows were on the ground above his head, her core on his
face and she was resting her chin in her hands, smiling at her sister and
Candy, wiggling her fingers in a little cutsey wave.

Then for her finishing maneuver, she put her hands on the ground, extending
her thick arms straight, her powerful back arching. She brought her body up
away from his head and then suddenly brought those rock hard abs crashing
down. She dis-entangled herself from the poor guy. He never knew what hit him.
Everyone was so stunned that it was quiet for a few seconds until Candy and
Rachel ran over to her, squealing like a couple of schoolgirls. Lori had
swiftly and mercilessly wiped out four strong well-built guys in less than
forty-five seconds. Three of them were still lying there in a daze.

"Wow you were incredible, fast coordinated and so powerful that you they
couldn't do anything. I wonder if I could beat you with my size advantage,"
gushed Candy.

"I know I couldn't," said Rachel, "even with fifteen pounds and a strength
advantage."

"You don't have a strength advantage any more sis, even as strong as you are."

She went over to the first guy, probably the most muscular of the four, the
only one who wasn't still kind of out of it. "Too bad you're not going to get
to fuck me. I wouldn't have minded that at all. You have a nice body. And you
did the best of all four."

"I wasn't ready."

"Neither was I," said the third guy, now somewhat recovered.

An incredulous Lori went back to where Candy and Rachel were standing. "Can
you believe these guys? I guess they want more. Okay, ladies, show time, round
two, even better than the first." She turned back to the two guys, who were
now standing next to each other, staring at the three awesome female bodies.
"Okay, no more excuses. Get ready."

"Which one?" they said almost in unison. But she was already running towards
them. Jumping when she was a good five feet away, she turned her body so she
was parallel to the ground, high up in the air, and crashed into their upper
torsos. Down they went and before either could respond, there was a chest
surrounded by legs capable of bursting a soccer ball. The other one's head and
shoulders were captured by arms that regularly did barbell curls with a
hundred and twenty pounds. Tremendous pressure produced some loud screams and
then quiet. Lori pushed them away, and got to her feet, walking around them,
taunting them. "Were you ready this time? Do you want to start over yet again?
Maybe get the other two so I can take on all four of you at once?"

The first guy had gotten to his hands and knees and the other was still lying
face-down. She stepped over him and wrapped her arms around his chest then
stood back up. Dragging him along, her breasts and abs against his back, she
went over and straddled the other guy's mid-section, facing the same way. So,
the guy she was supporting, his legs were on either side of the other's head.
Letting go of his chest, she maneuvered him to one side then re-grabbed him
around the chest and shoulders, but from the front, her triceps across his
upper chest. To keep him in place, she put her other arm around the front of
his waist temporarily, and one leg snaked around the front of his.

Lori leaned, arching her back, her core so powerful that she was able to go so
far and still keep her balance while bending the guy across her hip, his back
equally arched. But he wasn't as flexible as the young gymnast/wrestler. Lori
grabbed the ankle of the guy on his hands and knees, lifting it high as she
stood back up. So now she had guy number one's torso captured between her
powerful legs, his leg pulled up with the same arm that was bending guy number
two backwards, and she still had one arm free.

She leaned forward, relieving the pressure on one's back while increasing it
on the other, plus the leg. She grabbed the standing boy's ankle, pulling it
up and under the other's chin. Standing back up straight, she once again
pushed his upper torso back and somehow wrapped the leg captured with that
same hand around his neck. (Did you follow all that?)

So now Lori had one body under control with her legs, one with the back of one
arm, and both heads and necks tied up with each other's limbs. Then she pulled
inwards with those arms and squeezed with her legs and in seconds they were
out. She had done it with such insurmountable strength and so quickly that the
whole thing from the time that she ran at them until she dropped their limp
bodies to the sand took less than thirty seconds.

Leaving them in a heap, she strutted back towards her sister and Candy, that
in-humanly strong torso arched like a coiled spring, her chest out, her
extremely muscular ass cheeks flexing one then the other with each step. Her
arms hung at her sides, so full, so round even when relaxed. The veins running
up her biceps to her shoulders were so pronounced that you could almost see
the blood pulsing through them.

Candy was trying to hide the fact that she had had an orgasm watching this
extremely talented and explosively powerful little tank destroy these two
guys. Rachel beamed with pride. "You could have beaten all four of them at
once like you said, couldn't you?"

"Yeah, but it probably would have taken me at least a minute." She laughed as
she turned to her sister. "Next."

"Who, me?" Rachel was taken aback. "Are you sure you have any energy left?"

"That was a joke, right? Are you scared of me, big sister?"

"Well, ... ... ... I've ... ... I've never seen a fighter as skilled as you.
And I've never seen anyone of your size, man or woman, even people who've been
training for twenty years, who are as strong as you, that includes me. Let's
wrestle in private. I'd be embarrassed to lose to my little sister in front of
everyone."

"And you would lose," Lori emphasized the "would".

"Plus, I hate to admit this, but my own little sister has me really turned on
with her awesomeness. That could also prove embarrassing." She looked past
Lori's thick round shoulders toward the guys. "Oh, they're awake."

Lori glided back to her victims. "You guys did well."

"What are you talking about? You kicked our ass so easily it was like we
weren't even trying."

"Well, you must be in really good shape to be awake now and with no broken
bones or torn ligaments, so therefore you did well."

"You were totally sure from the start that none of us had a chance, weren't
you?"

"Well, yeah. I never lose. I wouldn't have made the bet if I wasn't sure of
myself."

"Because of the money?"

"No, silly. Because no fucking allowed. Jeeze, I'm only fourteen." As they sat
there totally stunned by what they had just heard her say, she glanced over at
her sister and Candy, then back to the guys. "Hey, you guys. You see the
shorter of those two muscle women over there? She's my older sister. She can
bench press two-hundred and seventy-five pounds. She's afraid to wrestle me.
The bigger one, her friend Candy? Well, my sister says she's the strongest
woman she's ever seen. I'm sure she's stronger than me, look how big she is. I
wanna wrestle her. What do you think?"

"I've never seen that big one in action, but you're by far the fastest person
I've ever seen. You'd probably have an advantage there."

As the guys watched that awesome little body go back towards her sister and
her big friend, wet spots appeared on all four sets of swim-trunks.

"Candy, I wanna wrestle you."

"Lori, you're incredible, but I'm way bigger than you, and I'm a very good
wrestler as well."

Like the little girl that she still was maturity-wise. "That's not fair." She
stomped her feet. "Look what I did to those guys. Do you think you could do
that?"

"Well, yes. Maybe not with those spectacular moves, but certainly with my
brute strength."

"I wanna. Come on. Not fair."

"I'd be afraid of hurting you."

"You're kidding, right? I'm indestructible. Watch this." Moving away from the
girls, Lori ran about ten yards, then jumped into the air, amazingly high,
higher than she was tall. As she flew forwards, she flipped backwards into a
layout. Pulling her arms and legs back, she fell from a good eight feet up and
crashed down onto her hard, detailed core. She bounced to her feet and ran
back to Candy.

"See? Come on." So they wrestled. It was fierce and intense and both of them
went at it so hard that a case could be made that either one could have killed
an average human being, possibly even a well-trained athlete. Incredibly, the
mighty mite won, actually pinning Candy after a twenty minute struggle. As
they sat there, next to each other in the sand, for the first time both of
them showings signs of fatigue, "You let me win, didn't you?"

"Well, not exactly. You are awesome. Just think about it for a minute. I'm one
of the strongest people I know, even among big cross-fit guys. I outweigh you
by forty-five pounds and yet you're still almost as strong as me. You're
friggin' fourteen years old and you had me on the defensive the whole time.
You're so fast, so agile and absolutely relentless."

"Well, thanks. But, what did you mean by not exactly?"

"I don't know what Rachel told you, but all the guys who's asses I've kicked
over the last couple of years, including the twin brothers, are people who
were mean to me in the past. I'm not a warrior by personality. Now that I've
taken care of my retribution against those assholes, I'm done. I don't have
the fire anymore. I could tell when I was wrestling with you, the spark wasn't
there. My boyfriend and I are going to get married and open a cross-fit gym,
settle down and have children. You're the fighter and your fire is an
inferno."

Rachel had come over and sat down with them. "Little sister, you've definitely
passed me as a fighter."

"Rachel, it's time we passed the torch on to someone younger. Lori, from now
on it'll be up to you to set straight the minds of any men who haven't come to
terms with a new kind of reality."

Epilogue: Carl and Candy did indeed get married and start a cross-fit gym. She
never fought again except for the wrestle fucking that she and her beloved did
on a regular basis. But whenever there was a guy that came in to their place
with an attitude, Candy would quietly come in and work out near him, lifting
so much more, doing so much better at everything that he usually got the
message.

Lori did indeed go on to make almost a career out of kicking ass, making a lot
of money betting men that they couldn't beat her, or even last five minutes
with her. She never got any taller but added another fifteen pounds of truly
frightening muscle to her awesome physique. Quite frankly, a man had to be
pretty stupid after taking one look at her physique when she stripped down to
think he had a chance. She often took on more than one guy at a time, up to
four or five. It never mattered. When you're so strong that no one person can
keep any of your limbs under control, there's very little that even a group
can do to stop you.

After she turned eighteen, being a very sexual person by nature, many of her
matches, or rather mismatches, ended up with prolong face sitting sessions.
And even though she had grown up some and the taunting had diminished, she was
still so competitive that whenever she went up against anyone, she was
relentless and merciless. Those personality traits combined with her
tirelessness, quickness and agility, not to mention her skill and awesome
strength made her a frightening person to go fight, but often by the time a
man or group found that out, it was too late.

Carl hired a young woman, coincidentally with the name Carla to teach
self-defense classes to women. Carla had been a high school wrestler. She was
so overwhelming that in four years, she had a perfect record, no losses, every
win by a pin. In fact, she was so awesome that only one match ever went to a
second period, and that was when she let it. Many of her matches took less
than twenty seconds. By the end of her senior year in the regional and state
tournaments, no one would even wrestle against her, that's how humiliating an
experience it was to go up against her. She dropped out and never wrestled in
college either.

But for kicks, she still loved doing the same thing Lori did, re-arranging
attitudes, changing outlooks. When Rachel and Lori came to visit, she and
Carla would wrestle and they were the most epic matches, sometimes going on
for hours with never a clear winner. Even though they were both very
heterosexual, after their marathon matches, they would often fall into girl
love, each so turned on by the other.