Karen, part 4
By Rampant Tiger
This is Sequel 1 to the story of Karen, whose life as an amazing physical and sexual phenomenon was told in "KAREN,
By Rampant Tiger.

THE TRIP

Chapter I   An Afternoon at the Inn


Leaving early in the morning on the trip they had long awaited, Karen and 
Ronnie stuck to the freeways to get as far away from home as possible on 
their first day on the road.   By two o'clock they had covered over four 
hundred miles and they started looking for a suitable place to spend their 
first night.  Almost immediately, they came across a big luxurious motel
just off the freeway.  According to the billboards just before the turn-off,
it had pools, gyms, a first-class dining room, and - most important - vacan-
cies.  It was also, as they soon found out, on the edge of a fair-sized town.
Ideal!  Mother and son checked-in to a large double room with two double 
beds, a large sitting room, and a huge bathroom with a bath AND a separate
shower.  The large pool was just below the balcony outside their room, with
a set of stairs giving easy accesss to the pool-deck, a floor below.  After 
the long hot ride - the invitation could not be denied!   A quick shower -
together - to get rid of the dust, and into their bathing suits.  Ronnie's
Speedo trunks revealed his beautifully developed body, and he grabbed a 
towel and took off for the pool.  In moments, he was in the water cavorting 
like a young seal - and the centre of admiration from a bevy of girls and 
their hovering mothers - only the men seemed not to approve.  Karen was more 
sedate.  She wore a one-piece strapless suit that clung to her hard-muscled 
hips and waist and chest like a second skin - under a terry-cloth robe she 
wore draped over her shoulders like a cape.  She sat down in a chaise and 
happily watched her son flirt shamelessly with every female in sight.  He 
was having the time of his life!

After half an hour of watching, Karen decided she, too, would get into the 
swim.  She stood up by the poolside, dropped her robe on the chaise, and 
dived straight into the refreshing blue water.  She surfaced, having swum 
half the length of the pool, right under the 1-metre board and, in one fluid  
motion, grabbed the end of the board in her hands and swung up to land on her 
feet on top of the board.  All of a sudden, every male eye around the pool 
was focused on the woman on the diving board!   How had she done that?   
That took strength!  And flexibility!  Had they really seen her do that?  Wow!  

Karen didn't give them time to ponder.  A quick leap to the end of the board, 
a tremendous bounce, and then a double somersault in the air to land in the
water with barely a ripple.  Again, Karen surfaced like a dolphin, seized the 
board, bounced once with her hands to change their position, then swung up   
to a handstand facing the end of the board!  The roar of amazement that rose 
from the watchers - now women as well as men - echoed around the pool and 
Karen bounced to her feet and waved in acknowledgement.  Without a pause, she 
again bounced high off the board, did a somersault with a twist, then did not 
again resurface until she reached the shallow end of the pool.  Then twenty 
laps at top speed, an underwater swim to the edge near her chair, and a leap
out of the pool!  Karen wrapped her robe around her, shook the water out of 
her hair, and without a backward glance, walked back, up the stairs, to her 
room.

Suddenly, Ronnie was the centre of a howling mob of men - and women - and 
girls.  "Who", they all demanded at once, "was that?  Where did she come 
from?  How did she develop those muscles?  Where did she learn to swim and 
dive like that?"   Ronnie just grinned and shrugged his shoulders.  "She's  
my mother, and she's always been like that!  I don't know how she got that 
way, but I sure like it.  I've worked like mad on my body and I can't come
anywhere close to her!  But I have done pretty well, don't you think?" and
Ronnie flexed his own biceps and triceps and abs and thighs, and the men
disappeared, and the women stood and stared, and the girls crowded closer
and began to run their hands all over his muscular body until he had to dive 
back into the water to conceal the size of his rising erection.  The girls
joined in and they had a ball for the rest of the afternoon.

In the meantime, Karen had dried off in her room, then decided to see if the 
gym was really a gym, or just a room with a stationary bike and a stairmaster 
in it.  She pulled on a pair of shorts and a cropped sleeveless T-shirt, then 
a sweat-shirt to go through the public corridors, and slipped her feet into 
sandals.  When she found the gym, in the basement, she was pleasantly sur-
prised to find it a large airy room, well lit, and well equipped with Nautilus
machines and lots of free weights, as well, of course, as the essential bike 
and stairmaster.  She was also somewhat surprised to find it already had an 
occupant - the fitness facilities in most hotels being almost invariably not
used - a muscular, well-developed man, about forty, just completing a set of 
bench presses.  A heavy set, thought Karen, since sweat was rolling down his 
chest and arms.  He rose as Karen entered, and walked over.  

"Hi, I'm the resident trainer here.  Is there any thing I can help you with 
or would you prefer to work on your own.  I can help you with the machines, 
or suggest a set of exercises that may be useful to you - or not, as you like.  
I'm paid to help the clients out, but there are very few that find their way 
down here, so I spend most of my time working out by myself." He grinned, 
"It gets pretty boring.  My name is Ken."

"Hi, yourself.  My name is Karen, and I'm pretty familiar with the equipment 
you have here, so I won't need any help.  But it IS pretty boring working out 
all alone, so if you haven't anything else to do, please stay and we can work 
out together.  I see you've been doing some bench pressing.  I've just had a 
pretty good workout in the pool and I'm pretty well loosened up, so just give 
me a few minutes to stretch and I'll join you at the bench.  OK?"
 
"Sure thing!  I'll set up the bar while you're stretching.  What weight do 
you want to start with?  Fifty pounds?  Seventy-five?"

"Why no, Ken.  Start with a hundred and fifty and we'll take it up from 
there."

"One hundred and fifty!  To start?  Are you kidding?  I've just been strain-
ing my gut to press two-fifty and I'm a fit body-building male at least 
thirty pounds heavier than you.  Do you mean that's what you want to finish 
with?"

"No.  That's not what I mean at all.  And I hope you ARE a fit body-building 
male because, just to make things interesting, I'll make a little bet that 
I can outlift you - in ANY exercise!"

"Ho Ho!  A little bit macho, aren't we?  we'll just see about that!  I guess
you mean pound-for-pound lifting.  I weigh 195 lbs.  What do you weigh?  Be
honest, Karen."

"I weigh 160, but..."

'OK. A thirty-five pound difference - that's about 25 percent.  If you lift 
more than three-quarters of what I lift, you win.  OK?"

"No, Ken, I don't mean that either!  None of this pound-for-pound stuff.  I
mean straight poundage!  I know what I can lift and I saw you sweating over
a bench press of two-fifty, so I think I can take you.  I'm willing to bet 
on it.  How about dinner tonight - a fancy dinner?"

"You're on!  But, I'll tell you now - my dinner will include a guest - and 
she eats like a horse, so be prepared to pay big." 

"A guest?  Your wife?  No problem - I'll be happy to watch you explain to 
her why you're buying me - and MY guest - an expensive dinner." 

"Not my wife.  We're long divorced.  My daughter.  She's home from university 
this week.  Your guest?

"My son.  We're on a vacation trip as a reward for him doing so well at 
school this year. He's fifteen, but he's pretty mature for his age.  So
your daughter will have someone to talk to, beside us.  How old is she?"

"She's nineteen.  She may or may not be interested in a fifteen -year-old 
boy.  We'll see.  So let's go.  What exercises?  Bench, squats, curls, and
chins?  OK?  You start on the bench with one-fifty and we'll alternate after
two hundred."

Karen lay back on the bench and hoisted the 150 lb. bar ten times by way 
of warm-up - no sweat.  Ken added fifty lbs. and, while he was doing that, 
got his first good look at Karen's legs - long and strong and muscular.  Her   
thighs, emerging from her tattered shorts, were massive and deeply cut, both 
in front and back, and her calves were rock-hard diamond-shaped mounds of 
muscle.  Ken had his first sensations of doubt in his male superiority.  

Karen benched the new weight - ten times again - and then it was Ken's turn.
Ten times - easy.  Another fifty lbs. and Karen again - This time there WAS  
sweat - plenty of it.  Ken again.  He repeated Karen's effort, but he seemed 
to be struggling by the time he got to the tenth lift.  Another fifty lbs was 
added - 300 lbs.!   Karen's sweatshirt was now soaked with perspiration so,
before she lay down again under the heavy bar, she stripped it off.  Ken was
stunned!   He'd never seen such a deeply-defined, rock-hard, massive physique
on a woman - NO! On anyone! - in his life.  And Ken had thought that HE was 
well-developed!

Karen lay on the bench in her tattered shorts and cropped T-shirt, hyper-
ventilating, getting prepared for a 300 lb. press.  She knew she could do it - 
she had done it before - but she didn't want any slips.  She kicked off her 
sandals to get a more secure grip on the ground, and reached for the weight.
Her fingers locked around the bar, she raised it off the stand and gently
lowered it to rest against her chest, then, slowly and surely, she pressed 
up against the bar until, at last, her elbows locked into place.  ONE!  She
lowered the bar to her chest again and started her second press.  This time,
with the confidence gained from one successful lift, it seemed easier - and
it was!  TWO!  Lower again, and a third thrust up, and the adrenalin started
to flow from the knowledge it was all going to happen.  Her arms ached, her 
shoulders swelled, and her abs stood out like plates of steel as she raised
the three-hundred lb. bar four, five...TEN! times before dropping the bar at 
last on the rack.  She lay on the bench for a moment, breathing deeply, and 
then she leapt to her feet and jumped with joy.  "There, Ken, match that -
if you can!"

Ken shook his head.  He'd never pressed 300 lbs - even once - so he knew he 
was beat.  But he had to try!   Onto the bench, into the position, and his 
hands wrapped around the bar.  He raised it off the rack, lowered it to his 
chest - and there it stuck!  With all his might, he tried - and tried - but
the weight would just not leave his chest.  At last, Karen bent over and 
raised it onto the rack for him, and took his hands to help him to his feet.
 
Ken shook his head again.  "Karen!  If I hadn't seen that with my own eyes, I
would never have believed it!  God!  What a physique you have!  You've got 
muscles on top of your muscles, and you're ripped and cut like I can't 
believe!   And hard!   Your skin feels like a layer of silk over bulging 
steel plates from the top of your head to the tips of your powerful toes.  
You make me feel like a skinny teen-aged kid - and I'm not!  I'm a strong,
well-developed body-builder in top shape!   And you're beautiful!   You
stand like a model, you walk like a model, and your skin and hair would
make any professional model green with envy.   Do you really come from this 
planet?"

Karen laughed.  "Enough of the blarney, Ken.  I haven't won my dinner yet.
We have more exercises to compete in, and I'm beginning to get hungry."

"No way, Karen.  If I try to compete with you any more, I'll just end up 
dead - and that won't help MY appetite any.  I conceed!   But I'll tell
you what, if it will ease your conscience any.  Squats, curls, and chins.
I'll say a number that is the best I've ever done, and see if you can beat 
it."  Ken grinned. "And maybe I'll lie!  OK?"  

"Sure.  Start with squats."

"Four hundred lbs."

And Karen did ten squats with four hundred lbs. on her shoulders.  "Curls?"

"Two-hand curls with two hundred lbs."
                         
Karen did ten curls with two hundred lbs.  By this time, sweat was pouring 
from every pore in her body, running down her back and her arms and her 
chest and her legs.  In the well-lit gym, she glowed like a golden goddess.
Ken turned away to hide his raging erection, as he forced out the last number
on his list.  "Chins.  Thirty." 

And Karen leaped up for the chinning bar and did ten chins - and hesitated.
"Aha!" thought Ken, as he gazed, pop-eyed, at the tensed biceps and abs and
glutes of the woman hanging on the bar. "She has reached her limit at last.
God! I didn't think it could happen."   But no!  Karen just grinned and 
started again.  Ten more chins - WITH ONE ARM!   And Ken ejaculated in his 
pants!  Ten more chins - WITH THE OTHER ARM!   But Ken had gone.  He'd run
for the door with his dripping pants and his last words, "I'll call you!"

Karen laughed.  She knew the problem well!  Slipping into her sandals and
pulling her sweatshirt over her soaking head, she headed up to their room
for a much-needed shower.  When she walked into the room, Ronnie was lying 
on his bed naked.  He had not long returned from the pool, and he wanted 
to tell his mom about the effect she had had on the people - men, women, and 
kids - around the pool.  "Wow!  It was fantastic!  I don't think they've ever
seen any one like you in their lives.  You'll need a bodyguard if you want to
swim there again.  But it sure worked when it came to getting me girls.  I 
was surrounded the rest of the afternoon.  It was fun, but there was no one 
I wanted to date, so I guess I'll just stick to my favorite lover."

" Well, you can start that by soaping down my back in the shower, and then 
giving me a thorough massage.  Or I'll be as stiff as a board tomorrow.  And
then you'd better get cleaned up yourself.  I think we're going to be invited 
out for dinner - and it may be pretty fancy."

"God, Mom, have you been working out with some body-builder again?  I thought
you looked pretty pumped up when you came in.  Get in the shower and tell me 
all about it while I soap you down."   So Karen did, and Ronnie wasn't a bit 
surprised at the whole story - or at the outcome of the bet.  He made sure
every bit of sweat was washed from every inch of his mother's muscular torso,
and his hands ran over every muscle on her body, and she tensed and she 
flexed and Ronnie's cock swelled and got rigid and slipped into the hot, 
steamy cavity that opened between his mother's legs and closed again to hold
her strong, muscular son's thick, turgid penis in pulsing captivity until
it exploded in a roaring ejaculation that filled Karen's cunt and overflowed
down the soapy muscles of her rock-hard legs.  Ronnie collapsed against the 
muscular wall of his mother's abs and chest, and she held him there until 
his spasms ended.  Her fingers crept between the valleys of his ass, into 
the soft ring of his annus, and her first two fingers spread his asshole 
and slipped in to stroke his prostate until he exploded again in agony and 
ecstasy.  His cock was utterly limp, his asshole was stretched, and his 
bones were jelly as he slipped from Karen's grip down to his knees on the 
shower floor.  Karen's hands encircled his head and drew his lips tight 
against her cream-filled pussy and his tongue slid in where his cock had 
been before.  The muscular walls of her vaginal canal contracted and sucked
her son's tongue into her steaming cunt until it was almost pulled out by its
root.  Ronnie collapsed onto the floor, held up only by the strength of the 
suction of his mother's vagina around his tongue, and she took her hands 
from behind his head and put them behind her own, and howled!   In that 
position, in that place, she ejaculated in a mighty orgasm that flung her
son to the floor.   She picked him up, slung him over her wide shoulder and 
soaped him thoroughly from head to toe.  She held him out at arm's length
to rinse the soap from his limp body and then she dried him off with a rough
towel and dropped him into his bed.  "Well, I guess that will take care of
any stiffness I might have developed.  A nap for an hour and we'll both be 
raring to go."  So Karen lay down beside her exhausted son, pulled the cover-
let over them, and they both slept.


                                                                 
Chapter II   Dinner

The sound of the telephone ringer awakened Karen.  "Hi, Karen.  All set for 
dinner?"  It was, as she had expected, Ken, holding to his word.  "I know
you're travelling light, but did you by any chance, bring an evening dress 
with you?  If you did, after dinner we could go to see 'CATS'.  It's just    
opening in town tonight and I can get first-class box seats.  Then we could 
find a quiet bar for a drink.  How about it?"

"Sounds great, Ken.  I'd love that!"

"Good, but we'll have to have dinner here at the hotel - and pretty soon.
Penny and I are ready now.  How soon can you meet us in the dining room?"

"Let's see.  I'll have to waken Ronnie and we'll have to dress.  Say in about 
fifteen minutes?"

"Wow!  Fifteen minutes!  And you have to dress?  Geez, Karen, you get more
amazing all the time!  OK, fifteen minutes."  And they hung up.

Karen smiled and leaned over to waken her sleeping son, in the way he liked
best - by gently stroking the underside of his limp cock until it stood up
like a rigid striking cobra looking for its favorite target.  "Not now, 
lover," she said, softly kissing his searching lips, "We've got to get ready
for dinner right away.  Up you get and into your fanciest duds.  NOW!"
      
So Ronnie leaped from the bed, a quick wash to refresh himself, and into his 
good pants, shirt, and jacket.  Black socks and polished shoes completed his 
attire and he was at the door, ready to go, in ten minutes.

His mom was even faster!  A quick wash, a pull of a comb through her artfully 
tousled hair, then into a floor-length, form-fitting, long-sleeved gown that
revealed every detail that it cunningly concealed.  She slipped her naked 
feet into high-heeled sandals, grabbed a silken stole, and met her son as he 
reached the door.  Neither of them had bothered with any underclothing at all!

As promised, Karen and Ronnie entered the dining room within fifteen minutes
and were immediately escorted to a centre table.  Ken was there with a short,
athletic-looking blonde girl, and he rose as they approached.  "Karen, this 
is my daughter, Penny.  And I want to say you look absolutely wonderful.  
I'll be the envy of every single man at the opening tonight."

"Still pouring on the old oil, Ken.  Well, I guess it works.   How do you do, 
Penny.  This is my son, Ronnie.  Ronnie, Ken and Penny, our hosts for to-
night.  At least for dinner and, for me anyway, for a show afterward.  So 
we'd better get started or we'll be late for the opening."

Ronnie waved "Hi" and they sat down and perused the menu - an excellent menu
indeed - and they had no trouble ordering their dinner.  Ken had arranged for
a bottle of wine and that arrived during the wait for their meal, and was 
opened, poured, and savoured.  That started the conversation flowing and
all of them found plenty to talk about as they got to know each other.

Penny told Ronnie she had seen him at the pool.  "I just arrived as you were 
getting ready to leave and plow through your harem on your way to the stairs.
I'm sure you didn't see me.  I could see why the girls hung onto you.  You 
have a great physique.  Do you do much weight-lifting?"

Ronnie smirked.  (Soft soap worked on him, too!)  "Sure.  I work out with my 
mom often, and I've developed a LOT of muscle.  But nothing like mom's, of 
course.  Did your dad tell you why we're your guests here tonight?"

"Yes, he did, and I can't believe it!  Dad's STRONG.  And your mother is so 
beautiful.  She's big enough, but I can't believe she has the kind of muscles 
that could outlift dad in a fair contest.  Where does she keep them?  Where 
DO you keep them, Karen?"

Karen laughed.  " The contest was fair, Penny, and my muscles aren't con-
cealed anywhere.  They're right out for everyone to see - or to feel.  Tell
you what.  I'll hold my leg out straight under the tablecloth, and you can 
run your hand over my calf.  Tell me what you think." 

Penny reached under the table to do as suggested when Karen suddenly dropped 
her leg.  "NO!  Not you, Ken.  You keep your hands above the table!  I meant 
Penny.  OK, Penny, what do you think?  Do I have muscles?"

Penny continued to run her hands over the rock-hard diamond-shaped naked 
muscle that Karen was extending and flexing under the tabletop.  " My God,
Karen, I've never ever felt muscle like that on anyone - and I'm taking my 
degree in Phys Ed where there are a LOT of men with great bodies and hard 
muscles, but I've never seen any like yours!"

Ken laughed at his daughter's discomfiture.  "And that's not the only place
Karen has muscles.  You should see her working out in the gym in a t-shirt 
and shorts.  Karen, I said it to you before and I'll say it again.  You are
utterly FANTASTIC!"

Ronnie leaned over.  "Not to change the subject or anything, Penny, but do 
you have an automobile driver's licence?"

"Sure.  Doesn't everyone?"

'Nope.  Not me!.  Next year, maybe, but not now.  But I do have a licence 
to drive a motorcycle, provided I'm accompanied by someone with a driver's
licence.  Like you.  You don't have to know how to drive a bike - you just 
have to be there.  Right, Mom?"   Karen nodded.  "That's the law, no matter
how dumb it sounds.  And Ronnie is a very good driver." 

"So, since our bike won't be in use tonight, Penny, how about going for a  
ride with me?  I think it will be fun."

"Sure!  Sounds great!  What should I wear?"

"Boots, if you have 'em, jeans, and a windbreaker.  The helmets are on the 
bike."

So it was decided.  Dinner finally came to a smooth and satisfying ending,
and the two couples went their separate ways, Ken and Karen to the theatre 
opening, and Ronnie and Penny up to their rooms to change, planning to meet
by the bike in the parking lot.  They met, got helmetted up, and took off
in a cloud of dust for a State highway.



Chapter III   Ronnie and Penny


"OK, Penny, you know this town.  Where's the best place to go.  I like to 
dance - any style - but I don't want to drink much.  One beer is all that
I'll have when I've got the bike, but don't let that stop you from having 
whatever you want.  And what time do you have to be home?"

Penny grinned.  "Ronnie, Dad and Karen will probably go out for a drink 
after the show and then go back to his suite.  Dad has a suite that I'm not
supposed to know about, and I'm sure they'll end up there for a night of
fun and games.  If Karen is nearly as sexy as she looks, Dad will not be
anywhere near our rooms until late tomorrow morning, so he's not going to 
know what time I come home - or if I came home at all.  But you know Karen.  
Is she likely to bail out early?"

"Not on your life!  Karen lives for sex.  She may be my mother, but she's 
the tom-cattingest nympho that's ever lived.  Late tomorrow morning, you say?
Ha!  I'll bet he won't be able to crawl home for days!  So the night is ours!
Lead on!"

"Great!  I know a bar with a band that rocks all night.  But, to be safe,
should we book into a motel first, just in case we want to get some sleep?"

'Right on!  Let's find the motel, and then the bar, and then let's dance till
dawn!"

So they did.

The bar Penny led them to was in a big roadhouse well outside of town.  In a 
huge low-ceilinged bar, not one, but two bands alternated to maintain a 
continuous dancing frenzy.  The crowd was a real mixture, truckers, college 
kids, white collar workers, hookers, and everything between.  But mostly 
young guys and girls just out to dance - and dance they surely did!  The
bands worked hard, the waiters worked hard, and the dancing never stopped.
It was a weeknight, so Ronnie and Penny were able to find an empty table
not too far from the always crowded, ever changing dance floor.   They sat 
down, got drinks, and leaped out into the maelstrom.  Ronnie loved to dance
and was young and strong enough to dance all night!  And as he quickly found 
out - Penny loved to dance and was young and strong enough to dance all 
night, too!  The two kids were in heaven!

They danced to Rap, they danced to Rock, they danced to Jazz, they jitter-
bugged, and they danced long and slowly to the soft, romantic rythms of 
swing.  Whatever the bands played, they danced along.  They danced in their 
boots, they shook them off and danced in their bare feet, and they pulled 
them back on to thump feverishly in frantic line dances.  They drank, but 
only to appease their thirst, and only beer - and not much of that.  They 
were high as kites - but not on alcohol.  Just on the sheer joy of dancing 
with a wonderful, compatible, exciting partner.  The night roared on!

And the night did roll on.  The crowd thinned, the tables emptied, the bands
took their leave, to be replaced by the mellower tones of a wurlitzer, and 
the waiters just sat and waited.  But in the almost empty room, still two 
figures swayed to an eternal rythm.  They were in love.  Deeply, warmly, 
desperately in love.  And, for them, the dance would never end.

But it finally did.  And Ronnie and Penny were sent on their way into the 
cold light of early morning, in time to see the sun rise over the sparse 
traffic on the brightening highway, to mount their metal steed, and to arrive 
in their room in time to fall, naked in each other's arms, into a deep and 
dreamless sleep.  But, tired as they were, they did find the strength to 
leave a message at their motel to assure their parents - if THEY ever 
surfaced - that things were fine and not to worry.  

A lot of good THAT would do!



Chapter IV   Karen and Ken


The openimg of 'CATS' was very much a high-society affair.  Everyone in town,
who WAS any one, was there, decked out in the latest, and in some cases,
the most outrageous, fashion.  Reporters, camera-men, and journalists of 
every stripe from newspapers, TV stations and magazines were out in full
cry to record this most exiting event for posterity.  But of all the cel-
ebrities, none was more often recorded on tape than the tall, handsome
'Sports Director' of the biggest local motel, and the big, gorgeous, un-
identified beauty that strode in beside him.  "Who was she?"  Rumours ran
riot, but no-one knew a thing about her.  A 'mystery woman'!  To be the 
source of wonderment for days to come!

Seated at last in the private box Ken had scrounged from a friend, the 
owner of the motel, the two new friends thoroughly enjoyed the show.  So,
just before the final curtain, they slipped out to head for a small, quiet 
bar in a distant part of town.  Over a few straight bourbons, they got to 
know a little bit more about each other, but behind the questions, under the
carefully-phrased replies, a storm of sexual tension was building up - and
they were both excitingly aware of it.  Finally, no longer willing to hide 
her feelings, Karen took both of Ken's hands in her own and said, "Ken,
enough of this!  Don't you have a bed you can take me to?  I'm just not
tired enough to sleep, and I think you may be able to do something about 
that."

Ken grinned, "Sure, I keep a suite in a local apartment house that no-one 
knows about.  It's roomy and pretty well equipped and very private.  We can
go there."   And so they did.

As Ken had said, the suite was well equipped.  A large living room, a small
kitchen with a breakfast nook, and a roomy bedroom with an ensuite bathroom 
and a separate shower.  Plus a large weightroom in place of a second bedroom.
A quick glance at the big king-size bed made it pretty clear where any of his
guests would be likely to sleep.  Ken was, after all, a muscular, handsome
man in his early forties, and he was in tip-top condition from his weight-
lifting, basketball, cycling, and general physical exercise.  And that
physical exercise included plenty of sexual exercise as well.  The suite was 
well used.  

"Well, what do you think, Karen?  A pretty snug hideout, wouldn't you say?
How about a drink to relax with for a moment?"

"Sure, Ken, a bourbon and water, and you can tell me about your wrestling 
days.  Were you really pretty good?"

Ken poured the drinks and sat down in a comfortable chair opposite Karen.
"More than pretty good!  I was State heavyweight champion and a contender 
for the National title.  I never did make that, but twice I was runner-up, 
and I still think I should have been declared winner of one of the Finals.  
It was that close.  I was strong, I was experienced, and I was fast!  Boy!
Was I fast!   I've slowed down a lot now, but I'm still good."

"Are you, Ken?  Ronnie is one of the top wrestlers on his school team, and
he needs a lot more practice and coaching than he's getting.  I work with 
him, and I have no trouble pinning him as often as I want to, but it's a
case of brute strength overcoming skill.  If I had a better knowledge of 
the holds and counters, I could practice with him using skill instead of 
muscle and that would help him to improve his wrestling techniques.  Do you
think you could show me some of your simpler moves?"

"Karen, Ronnie's almost exactly the same size as you - 5'8", 165 lbs - he
can't be much of a wrestler if you can pin him using strength alone.  I
think you're a much better wrestler than you say you are.  Aren't you, 
really?"

"Well, maybe, just don't knock strength!  We both know I'm stronger than you,
in some ways, and in spite of your speed and your skill, I'll bet I could  
give you a good run for your money - even if you are over 6' and more than 
190 lbs.  4 inches taller, 30lbs. heavier, experienced, faster -maybe! -
Hell! It would be a challenge!  And it might be fun.  What do you say?  Are 
you game to try?"

Ken sensed a way to get his own back for the beating he had taken that after-
noon in the gym.  He had no doubt of the outcome, but he didn't want to seem 
too eager.  "I'm game to try, Karen, but I wouldn't want you to get hurt if
some of the throws are a little rough.  Shall we make some modifications or
limit my use of some holds?  Some can hurt!"

"Hey!  No favours, either way.  If someone is hurting so bad they can't take 
it any more, they can shout 'GIVE'.  That'll be the signal to quit and the 
fall goes to the other. Two falls out of three. No referees - no pins!  OK?"  

"Right on!   What'll we wear?  I've got suits, but they'll be way too big for 
you." 

"No problem!  I carry my wrestling suit with me.  I'm not like a man - I 
don't need artificial protection for my most vital parts.  Without a solid 
cup, most men would be dead in a minute!  Go on, Ken, get your suit on!  I'll
wait here for you."

So Ken did, and emerged from the bedroom in a few minutes in a regulation 
suit that clung to him like a glove, and emphasized every muscle on his 
powerful body.  He was still pretty proud of his build, in spite of this
afternoon, and he didn't mind displaying it, tensing and flexing his abs
and biceps and lats and legs to give Karen a look at what she was about 
to encounter.  Karen was impressed - no doubt about that! - she'd never 
seen him stripped before and he was displaying a massive amount of muscle -
trained muscle!  She just hoped she could cope!  It was an impressive 
display!

But Karen was a pretty good showman herself.  She stood up, full height in  
her sandals, and waited until Ken completed his strutting.  Then she dropped 
her stole on the back of a chair, reached up behind her back and slid the 
zipper down from the top of her high-necked collar to below the cheeks of 
her ass.  Then she shrugged one shoulder and a hand disappeared into one 
sleeve, and she shrugged her other shoulder and her other hand went into the
other sleeve.  She raised both her arms above her head and gripped the
collar of her long-sleeved, floor-length gown in both her hands and just 
stood there - tall and stately.  Then, when Ken's full attention was 
focussed onto her, Karen shuddered and the entire black gown dropped to a 
heap on the ground, revealing the magnificent, muscular, golden physique 
that was flexed and tensed and cut and hard - and completely naked!

Whatever Karen had intended - it worked!  And worked good!  Ken's mouth slid 
open, and his knees bent, and he slid down into his chair, completely awe- 
struck.  "Holy Jesus!"  And he was supposed to wrestle that?  No Way!
He didn't have enough strength left to lift himself from the chair.  He just 
lay back and stared! 

Karen grinned.  "C'mon, Ken.  The match hasn't started yet.  Start showing 
some of that speed you were boasting about.  We're not even in the arena yet
and already you're resting.  Let's go!"  And Karen slipped out of her 
sandals and led the way into the weightroom where the floor was clear, ready
for their match.

Ken and Karen were ready, too.  As they faced each other across the padded 
floor, they both realized this was no game.  There was no bet, there was no
prize, but they knew the winner would claim complete dominance!  Man against
Woman, Strength against Skill, Determination against Experience: only one of 
them would rise in victory at the end of this bout, the other would crawl 
away - or be carried away! - in ignominious defeat.  No one said this - but 
they both knew it to be so.

Bent over to present the smallest target, the two circled each other looking 
for any opening.  Their arms shifting, their feet bouncing lightly on the 
mat, their muscles flexing, they eyed each other cautiously.  Then - WHAM! 
Ken had seen his chance and, like a striking snake, darted at Karen's legs, 
wrapped his arms around them and heaved them up toward him.  Karen, off 
balance, crashed to the ground on her back, almost winded, giving Ken the 
second he needed to reverse his position, throw his leg over Karen's chest,
and kneel with all his weight onto her arms.  As she tensed her shoulders to 
throw him off, her legs relaxed momentarily - and that was all Ken needed.
He clamped his arms about her knees and doubled her legs back onto the floor 
beside her heaving chest.  He raised his glutes, thrust her calves under his 
thighs, and leaned back and shook his hands in the air.  She was trapped!  
And she knew it.  Rendered helpless in seconds and not a thing she could do.  
Gritting her teeth, she did what she had to do and hissed "GIVE".  The first 
fall was Ken's - in just seconds.

A minute break to recover before the second round, and Ken stood upright in 
his corner - his confidence completely regained.  "Whew!" he thought, "I 
didn't have as much to worry about as I thought I did.  Speed and skill wins
every time.  I guess this round will be the last and I'll make it a quick 
one.  We.e.e.ll, maybe not TOO quick.  She might be fun to wrestle with for 
a while."

Karen sat, feeling dejected, on a bench in her corner.  She had been taken by 
surprise and she knew it.  It wouldn't happen again but, with one round lost, 
there was no margin for error.  She HAD to win the next two rounds and that 
wouldn't be easy.  Ken WAS good.

The two wrestlers faced each other for the second round.  It started out the 
same way, and Ken again leaped for the expected opening, confident and sure,
but Karen's knee kicked forward into his face and he was blocked.  Not only 
blocked, but his outstretched arm was seized in a grip of steel and twisted
back across his hips.  He had to swivel fast to avoid dislocation, and that
turned his belly up from the floor.  Karen's other arm snaked around his 
waist and he was heaved feet first into the air, and then dropped with a 
thud onto his stomach on the mat.  Karen leaped high and landed on her knees 
on his back, flattening him right out.  She reached for his wrist to twist
it into a hammerlock and he broke out in a soaking sweat with the pain of it.  
But, with an awesome effort, he bridged and got his other arm under his chest
and heaved his opponent onto her side, breaking the lock on his arm.  He 
swung his legs around to attempt a scissors, but her legs blocked his and 
they ended up with their thighs entwined and their arms locked in battle
as they struggled, chest to chest, for the smallest advantage.  Evenly 
matched, the struggle ended and they leaped to their feet.  Hand to hand,
they clashed again.  Then, with a tremendous heave, Karen threw herself 
back on the mat with Ken on top of her.  Her legs scissorred around his 
waist and she started to squeeze the mighty muscles of her thighs around
his chest.  "Got him", she thought.  No-one could withstand that pressure
long.  But Ken had a way out!  

Her legs around his chest, crushing the very breath from his lungs, and
her hands enclosing his wrists like iron bracelets, she held him off the mat
while she lay on her shoulders.  Then Ken's feet stamped down on the mat and
he threw back his head and he lifted Karen right off the floor.  He spun 
- and he spun and he spun, and the force of the spin loosened Karen's grip 
on his chest and he twisted right out of that terrible hold.  He seized one 
of her loosening feet and thrust it between his own thighs and then stretched 
out the other in a fearsome split until she pounded on the mat in pain and 
frustration.  Sweat was streaming now from both of the fierce combatants, and 
that saved Karen from the fearsome leg hold that was about to follow.  With a 
final desperate tug, Karen released her leg from between Ken's thighs and
rolled over to trap his arm in another hammerlock.  She twisted and he 
howled in pain until his other arm encircled her throat and he, too, was 
able to apply pressure until, in desperation, they released their grips and 
staggered to their feet.  

Soaking wet, Ken's suit in tatters, and Karen a shining, steaming mass of 
naked muscle, the two went for each other once again.  Their hands slid 
over their slippery flesh, and their legs could find no punishing holds, so
their chests and hips and shoulders pounded one against the other in an 
exhausting struggle.  They clashed, wrapped their arms about each, grappled
and fell to the mat, then struggled in vain for any advantage.  Failing to 
subdue or to be sudued, the pair would separate and climb to their feet to
go on with the battle.  At last, one of Karen's groping arms slid under her 
enemy's crotch (They WERE enemies by now) and she heaved and he went fly-
ing up onto her shoulders.  Her other hand went around his neck and then 
she spun - and she spun and she spun and, from some hitherto untapped 
source, got the strength to raise him high up above her head - and then 
drop him flat on his back on the mat!  Ken lay there, stunned, and when
Karen placed her foot on his neck and said, "GIVE?", he didn't move a 
muscle.  Karen accepted that as an unqualified 'YES'.  A total victory!

There would be no third round in that match!  And there was no question 
of a tie!  Ken lay flat on the ground after his final punishing fall, and 
he just groaned when Karen prodded him with her toe.  He was finished!
  
So was Karen, pretty near, but the thrill of victory gave her strength,
and she did what she had to do.  She picked her opponent, her bigger, 
heavier, almost unconscious opponent, up in her arms and carried him into
the showers.  She couldn't suppress a grin - she had done this so often
with her son, it was deja vu all over again.  No matter that her present
burden was much bigger and stronger than her son - he was just as defeated!.

Holding her beaten opponent up against the wall of the shower stall, she
ripped off the remains of his tattered wrestling suit and soaped him thour-
oughly from head to toe - there was a lot of sweat to wash off!  She rinsed
him off, towelled him dry, and then, though he was now barely able to stand 
on his own two feet, picked him up again and carried him over to his king-
sized bed and dropped him onto the mattress.  Ken just lay there and groaned.
Karen went back and completed her own shower, luxuriating in the refreshing 
stream of steaming, hot water before drying off, completely, and joining
Ken under the soft sheets of his wide bed.  The two ex-battlers lay there, 
silently, then Karen put her strong, muscular arms around the shoulders of 
her beaten foe and pulled his body close up against her own.  They fell 
asleep, naked, in each other's arms.



Chapter V   The Next Day - Ronnie and Penny


Penny wakened first.  Rousing, warm and refreshed, from her sleep, she
slid easily into Ronnie's arms and touched his lips softly with her own.
Ronnie stirred, his lips responding to her liquid caresses, and his body 
responding to the warmth of her breasts and her thighs pressed tightly 
against his own, held by the strong arms wrapped around him.  He sighed 
gently as his sexual desires were also aroused, and his strong, thick
cock swelled to become a rigid, questing rod of steel.  Penny rolled 
over on top of him and took him deep inside her now-oozing vagina.  It 
was a great way to start the day!

Penny was far from being a virgin, but the size and rigidity of Ronnie's 
prick took her by surprise.  She loved it!  And she wriggled and squirmed 
until the round head was pressing tight against her uterus, and then she
pushed still further until Ronnie cried out in pain.  "Stop!  Penny, you're
ramming my cock back into my guts!  Whoa!  That hurts, and you're squeezing
so tight I can't come and my balls are splitting.  Let me go. Please.  
Please.  Please!  Oh, God, Penny, you're ripping me apart!"  And Ronnie
threw his arms back above his head, and arched his back and clamped his glutes
tight together in an effort to to relieve the strain and Penny just laughed 
and said, "Suffer, sucker!  This is just the start!"   Her mouth closed 
tightly over his, and her teeth ground his apart, and her tongue pushed
deep into his throat, past his weakly-resisting tongue, and tickled his
tonsils till he moaned out loud in agony and beat his arms hopelessly 
against the bed.  She released his mouth from her iron grip and bent her 
knees and slid her soft, silky body down his hard, muscular torso until
her face encountered his strong, bulging pecs, and she took his nipples,
first one and then the other, into her mouth and bit the tips of them until
blood dripped down his chest.  Ronnie screamed, and grabbed at his tormen-
tor's head with his flailing hands.  She bit him again, and before he could
close his fists,  she had seized his powerful wrists in her small, but  
amazingly strong hands, and forced his arms, from her superior position, 
right up behind his neck.  She caught both his thumbs together in a vice-like 
grip in just one of her hands, and reached down with the other hand and 
grabbed his swollen balls.  She squeezed - and he screamed in pain!  She
squeezed again, and the agony drove his prick right into the muscular wall
of her uterus and his body gave out from the strain and he lay, collapsed 
like a used condom, inert on the bed, under his small, soft, but strong and 
relentless master.  She crowed.  "And it's not over yet!"  and she held his 
weakening, but still thick and rigid, cock tight in the walls of her vagina, 
and flexed those muscle-covered walls until she came in an orgasm that shook
Ronnie to his exhausted core, and poured her hot, sticky cream in a flood 
that poured out of her cunt, over her victim's legs, and across the mattress.

THEN Penny relaxed.  Dominating that big, dumb, hunk of muscle had been 
exhausting, and she needed some sleep.  A shower, too, but that could wait -
at least until her 'slave' had regained enough strength to rub her down. So
Penny rolled off Ronnie, slid her arm under his head, and drifted off to 
sleep, ready to waken should Ronnie make any move at all to escape her silk- 
covered grip of iron.

Ronnie did awaken first, and he lay there, quietly, wondering if it had
all been a dream, or if he had really been screwed - No!  Raped! - by the
small, pretty girl sleeping peacefully by his side.  He slowly put one leg 
outside the coverlet - and he immediately knew it hadn't been a dream!  A
small, strong hand closed over his balls and squeezed, and the whole vivid
nightmare came flooding back to his mind.  The pressure on his balls inc-
reased and he went rigid, from his head to his toes, and lay absolutely
motionless.  He didn't want another bout of the terrible pain he had exper-
ienced earlier.  When earlier?  Yesterday?  This morning?  He didn't know
and he didn't care.  He just lay still and waited.

He didn't have to wait long.  Penny's soft hand caressed his balls and then,
after a warning twitch, took her hands off him completely.  He didn't move.

"Good!  I'm glad you've got the message.  Things will be a lot more fun if
you just do as I 'suggest' than if I have to help you remember how much I 
can hurt you.  First, kneel over me with your cock above my mouth, and your 
mouth over my cunt.  Then slide your tongue into my pussy and start to lick.
In the meantime, I'll just nibble on your cock with my pearly teeth and, if
your tongue is good and gets deep into my canal, I won't have to bite it off.
Maybe just make it bleed a little.  Now, go to it."  And Ronnie did.

And he did it well!  After a slow and nervous start, Ronnie's tongue went 
deep into her steaming cunt, and was seized by the pulsing and twitching 
muscles that covered her vaginal walls.  It was seized and sucked until
Ronnie's mouth lay wide open and his tongue was pulled till its roots were
raw.  Penny flexed and twisted and moaned and wailed, and her legs closed 
around his head and drove him even deeper into that soaken cavity till she
exploded in an orgasm so violent that Ronnie was thrown to the floor.  Cov-
ered in cum from his hair to his belly, he just lay there and panted to try 
to recover his breath and to check that his cock was still in place.  It was,
but it wasn't to be ignored for long.  Before he could credit the speed of 
her recovery, Penny landed on top of him and wrapped her legs around his
head.  "Oh, God, No!  Not more!" he groaned, and he was right.  This time, 
her mouth covered his cock and her lips caressed the soft and nibbled tip
of his limp and weary penis and, no matter how he felt, the traitorous 
member swelled and thickened and became as hard as a rod of steel as her 
mouth closed over its turgid end.  The pain of its swelling was obscene,
and Ronnie screamed in agony.  His balls were rigid and swollen and trapped 
under Penny's forehead as his cock sunk further and further into her opening 
throat.  At last, all - ALL - of that thick and long and steel-like rod was
encaptured by that voracious mouth and throat, and her hands closed around 
his balls and gently massaged them until he almost burst in a tremendous 
ejaculation.  Ha came and he came and he came again, and his body collapsed
in a pool of cum and sweat, and he was just a lump of soggy meat.

Penny worked over him until it was plain he was finished - completely 
finished!

"Hell!  You're just no good any more, and I'm nowhere near finished with you.
I haven't reamed out your asshole with my tongue yet, and I'm sure I can get
my whole hand up your ass - or have a good try at it!  And I'm sure I can
make you blow your wad without touching you with my hands at all - just a
smooth and sensitive caress with my feet.  And we haven't even fucked!  Oh, 
well, Ronnie, I guess it's over for now, so we can both get dressed.  I'll 
finish with you some other time.  OK?"

Ronnie didn't answer.

Penny laughed.  "That was fun.  I'm going to do that again.  I'll just have
to figure out who with.  It sure won't be Ronnie - at least, not for a while.
He's dead!"  So Penny stretched and luxuriated in a long, hot bath, full to 
the brim with sweet-smelling bath oil, getting rid of every sore and stiff 
spot on her soft, smooth body.  At last she got out of the bath, dried her- 
self off, and pulled on her jeans and her shirt.  The rest of her under- 
clothing, she tossed in the garbage chute.  The brand-new Penny didn't want
them any more.  Then she woke up Ronnie.  "C'mon, sleepy head!  We've got 
to be on our way."  as she prodded his sticky chest with the tip of her toe.
Ronnie groaned and struggled to his feet.  "God!  I feel terrible.  I'll have 
to grab a shower." 

"No way!  No time!  We've got to go right now!  So you stink.  I can stand 
it as long as we're on the bike.  Put on your pants and boots.  I'll bring 
your shirt.  Let's go!"

So Ronnie (still shirtless) and Penny roared off on the big bike.  But not 
far!  After fifteen minutes or so, Ronnie pulled up beside a small cafe.

"I'm going to be sick."  he said, and he spewed his guts up all over the 
parking lot.  " Penny, you really ripped me apart this morning.  I need a 
cup of coffee or I'll throw up again."

"Yeah, you do look pretty beat up, as if some big guy had beaten you to a 
pulp."  Penny grinned. "It wasn't a big guy, was it?  Jes' li'l ole me.
Well, you'd better put on your shirt to hide some of those bruises."

They went inside the cafe, almost deserted at this hour, and ordered coffee
and a sandwich and a piece of pie.  They were both famished after their 
violent sexual exercises.  The food went down good.

"Ronnie, listen.  I've never done that before.  I've never thought of myself  
as a dominator and I didn't know I could dominate ANYone, let alone a big,
muscular hunk like you!  But it was so easy!  All I had to do was not give a 
damn how much I hurt you, and you were mine to do with as I pleased.  And I
pleased!  The sex was the best I've ever had, and I want to do that again - 
and again!  Are you going to be around for a while?"

"No bloody way!"  Ronnie shuddered at the thought, " Find yourself some other
fly, my beautiful, heartless spider-woman.  Just make sure he's strong 
enough to survive your treatment.  You can kill someone that way and you
wouldn't like that much!"  

"Yes, you're right.  But I wonder who that could be?  Someone pretty big and
strong - no use dominating a wimp.  Hmmm.  Hey!  I've got an idea!  Wow!
What an idea!  But first, tell me something." 

"Sure.  What?   As long as I don't have to get back in bed with you, I'll 
tell you anything."

I'v seen your mom, and she looks pretty sexy to me - and I know she looked
pretty sexy to my dad.  And she doesn't have a husband.  Does she have a
steady boy-friend?"

"No, she plays the field pretty well.  But I'll tell you this.  She's really 
sexy and she takes every piece of ass she can get.  She hasn't always!  Just 
since we started working out in the gym together a couple of years ago, and
she developed all those fantastic muscles.  But WOW!  Since THEN she's been 
really horny!  Maybe you're just like her.  As soon as you find out you can 
dominate a man, you want to do it all the time." 

"So your mom's strong and she's horny.  Tell me true, Ronnie.  Has she ever 
slept with you?  And, if she has, did you like it?"

"Slept with me?  Christ - yes!  Just any time she wants a piece of ass and
I'm the only male available, she screws me for all I'm worth - and I love 
it!  Boy!  She'll flex her muscles and twist and pose until I'm hard as a 
rod of steel, and then she'll take me inside her and squeeze me till I 
blow my wad, and then squeeze me again or ream out my ass until I come again
and then kiss me all over till I'm climbing the walls with desire and excite-
ment, and when I come again, I'm dead.  Totally dead!  And she, the nympho
bitch (Don't tell her I said that!) is looking around for another man to 
screw - or another woman.  When she's hot, anything will do."

"Wow!  I didn't know a woman would screw her son.  I thought just men were
incestuous.  Maybe you're right.  Maybe I am like her.  You say she takes 
you inside her.  How?"

"Easy as pie!  Either in her pussy - right into her slick, smooth vagina 
where the muscles in the walls squeeze me until I ejaculate all over her
legs and abs, or into her throat where the muscles there hold my cock tight
like a piston in a cylinder of steel and she does two or three deep push-
ups and I blow my wad again, right into her throat, her stomach and, if she
feels like it, into her mouth.  After that, I'm just putty in her sexy hands.
Whatever mom wants to do to me, she can - and I love every moment of it, 
right up to the time I collapse."

"Hmmm.  I think I know who my next 'lover' will be.  My dad!  If you like 
your mom screwing you, I think my dad will like me screwing him - even if  
he doesn't want me to, and he's helpless to stop me.  What do you think, 
Ronnie?"

"I like it, Penny, And I know you can do it!  I know from personal, painful 
experience.  Just find an excuse to crawl into bed with him, then grab his 
balls and hurt him - REALLY hurt him - and the baby is all yours.  I know 
you've got the balls to really smash his ego, and nothing turns you on like
making a grown man blubber with pain - pain that YOU can turn off and on.
Go for it, Penny, but let me get out of town before you do it.  He'll kill 
me!"

Penny leaned over and kissed Ronnie hard on the lips - and laughed at the 
look of panic that came over his face.  "No, Ronnie.  Not here.  You're safe 
for now.  And my dad SHOULD kill you.  The life of torture . . . long, sexy, 
exhausting torture . . .  that he's going to lead from now on will be all 
your fault.  So let's go home!"

And they went.



Chapter VI   The Next Day - Karen and Ken 

It was well into the morning before either of the two ex-combatants awakened.
Then Ken, groaningly, started to come back to life.  As his mind cleared, 
he felt the warm, strong arms around his shoulders, and the hard, muscular 
thighs wrapped aound his own.  His hands slid over the washboard abs and
the striated pecs of the amazingly powerful woman lying beside him, and his 
cock began to swell.  As his chin rested against the relaxed biceps and his 
chest rubbed gently against firm breasts, each the size and shape of a half 
grapefruit, the turgidity of his penis increased and his loins began to ache
from the intense sexual arousal he was experiencing - and he was only half 
awake.  He moved carefully, checking for the aches and pains he knew he must
be feeling but, surprisingly, he didn't seem to be hurting anywhere.  And 
the sweat was no longer dripping from his body and he smelled - if not like
a new-born babe - at least like a healthy human being.  "Man!  I've been
washed and rubbed down from head to foot, and I know I didn't do it.  Karen
must have!  And then put me to bed.  God!  She beats me as an equal in my 
best physical sport, and then she bathes me and puts me to bed like a young
kid.  What a hunk!  What an athlete!  What a woman!"   And his hands con-
tinued to roam softly over the peaks and valleys of the massive, muscular   
physique of the woman sleeping beside him.  But not sleeping for long.  The
gentle touchings of Ken's hands over the sensitive places on her relaxed
body soon roused Karen's sexual desires, and she wakened to an urgent sense
of erotic needs - needs that demanded satisfaction - and right now.  As she
came awake, she stretched . . . every muscle on every limb stretched and
flexed and swelled and relaxed and rippled and hardened into bands of steel
until the awe of the man that had set things off turned into sexual wanting,
and Ken shot his wad without a hand being laid on him.  Shot his wad, and 
tightened his arms and legs around the magnificent, flexing, mass of muscle
that ignored the strength of his grapplings, and replaced it with a powerful
muscular tension that left Ken reeling and exhausted.  Karen slid on top of 
her muscular male companion and touched her lips to his.  His mouth opened, 
and her teeth ground his apart and her tongue entered, wrestled briefly with 
his, then slipped deep inside his throat.  She licked and she flicked with 
her long, strong tongue, and Ken threw up over the edge of the bed.  Karen 
laughed and swung around till her mouth slid over his now limp cock, and
her tongue lapped the sensitive nerve endings underneath the engorging 
penis, and her teeth nipped sharply at the swelling, stiffening tip until
the whole long, thick rod bucked and struggled to escape the enclosing mouth
and throat - a throat that was engulfing more and more of that now-pulsing
cock until the whole thick length of it was held firm and rigid in the grip
of the walls of the column that led to her empty stomach.   She seized his 
ankles with either hand, dug her elbows hard into his thigh muscles and, when
he jerked his legs up in pain, bent his knees in a brutal twist so his feet
lay close to his balls, just under her cock-filled mouth.  The lips of Karen's 
labia had replaced her other lips over Ken's, and now the massive muscles of 
her thighs slid over his arms and her legs clamped together behind his head 
- securing his arms helplessly spread-eagled over his head.

Then Karen went to work!   With her hands tightly holding his ankles, she 
did some push-ups, sliding his cock deep into her throat, then out until
her lips barely covered his glans, then deep into her throat so that the 
skin of his penis rubbed along her teeth and tongue with excrutiating pain
and the most erotic pleasure.  Her vagina pulsed with her push-ups, and Ken's
tongue was entrapped where his cock had been before, and was sucked into
the vagina that now pulsed wildly as Karen neared orgasm.  And Kem came! -
ejaculating in streams into his tormentor's stomach, and throat, and mouth,
and overflowing across his belly and his balls.  And Karen came, and the
river of creamy cum poured out of his mouth and covered his face and chest,
and Ken collapsed again - finished!  Dead beat!  In the sensual, erotic, 
sexual struggle as in the physical, muscle-testing wrestling match, he 
yielded to Karen, his complete and triumphant victor.  And, once again, 
as she had so often in the past, Karen leaped to her feet, jumped in the 
air, and landed with one foot on the neck of her beaten foe, and roared
her cry of victory.

To bask in the hot, pulsing shower once more was the peak of satisfaction
for Karen.  She had defeated her host yet again, once in the motel gym,
once on the wrestling mat, and now in the bedroom.  She was satisfied and 
content!  When she finally emerged from the steamy shower, Ken was sitting 
on the side of the bed with his head in his hands, looking extremely de-
jected.  Karen laughed out loud.  "Cheer up, Ken.  You have no need to feel 
ashamed of your performance in the gym or wrestling or in bed.  It's just
that I'm superior to you in every way.  Live with it!  I love it!  Now get  
cleaned up and we'll head for home."  So Ken did.
                                                       
After a shower that restored his spirits, mentally and physically, Ken got 
dressed and sat down at the kitchen table to enjoy the cup of coffee Karen 
had poured for them.  Karen had also dressed, in the long, form-fitting 
gown that Ken now looked at in a completely new light.  He now saw the 
magnificent physique that the clinging fabric barely concealed - and so
blatantly revealed.  The hard-cut, rippling biceps, the striated pecs, the
washboard abs, and the deep peaks and valleys of her powerful legs were all 
invisible, and only the beautiful, stately, curvaceous outline was left in
view.  Ken was entranced.  "Karen, apart from your magnificent physique
and the fantastic way you can use it, you're a beautiful woman!  But I'm a 
bit confused.  You move like a trained gymnast, you have muscles like a top
Ms. Olympia contender, and you have a fifteen year-old son who's a pretty 
mature hunk in his own right, so you must be close to forty.  I'm forty-two, 
but I sense a maturity about you that makes me think you are actually older 
than I am.  Are you?  Honestly."

" Ken, honestly!  But if you breathe a word of this to anyone - ANYONE - I'll 
find you and I'll break every bone in your body - and you know I can do it!
Yes, Ken, I AM older than you - a lot older!  You think I may be over forty.
Well, how will you feel if I tell you that you, a forty-two year old male
athlete in top shape has been out-lifted, out-wrestled, and out-screwed by 
a woman not just older than you, but a woman - a WOMAN, mind you - old enough 
to be your mother.  I'm not ten years older than you.  I'm not twenty years 
older than you.  I'm twenty-one years older than you!  Yes!  Ken, I'm sixty-
three years old, and I feel like I'm thirty years old.  What do you think of 
that!" 

Ken was stunned!  "Karen!  I can't believe it!  My God!  Old enough to be my 
mother!  No!  Older than my mother!  God! Screwed by my mother - no! - RAPED
by my mother!  And the thought of it all happening again turns me into a lump
of jelly with a rock-hard erection.  Christ, Karen, tell me you don't mean it.
Tell me you're thirty-something with a weird sense of humour.  I can't be-
lieve you're as old as you say you are - not with your body, not with your
looks, and especially not with your goddam overpowering sex drive!"

"Yep, Ken, That's exactly what I am.  Great, isn't it?  Now, c'mon, lets hit 
the road.  Ronnie and I have to be on our way into the Great Unknown.  And
we should be checked out before suppertime.  C'mon!"

And they went, Ken still shaking his head in utter disbelief, back to the
motel and their separate ways.

.................................

It was late afternoon when Karen and Ronnie arrived, not long apart, at
their room in the the motel.

"Ronnie, we should be on our way again, unless you have some good reason
for wanting to stay a few days longer."  Karen grinned. "No?  OK.  Check-
out time is five o'clock, and that just gives us time for a quick swim
before we leave.  See you at the pool."

Ronnie got to the pool first, and was immediately surrounded by a bevy of 
girls.  A loud and raucous game of 'tag' followed, in which it seemed the
main point was for the girls to strip Ronnie of his shorts - a feat that
he had a great deal of fun preventing.  When Karen finally got to poolside,
in her strapless suit and terry-cloth robe, she was almost not noticed - 
until she dropped the robe and dived into the splash- filled water.  Twenty 
laps at top speed, followed closely by every male eye at the poolside, but
today was just for exercise.  At the end of her punishing swim, Karen climbed 
out of the pool, into her robe, and trotted up the stairs to her room - to
the disappointment of the ogling men and the satisfaction of their jealous
wives and girl-friends.  Ronnie, seeing his mother go, followed right away,
to the hoots and hollers of his female friends.  But it was time to go -
and so they went.

Their account settled, their bags packed, Karen and Ronnie mounted the big 
bike once more and took off - down the sideroad, onto the highway, and
straight ahead into the long summer evening.


........................................

One point worth noting about that luxurious motel was that, after Karen 
and Ronnie's visit there, it had a resident trainer that worked like a 
slave to keep the clients exercised and happy - but when there were no 
clients, he worked like a slave to develop his own fit and powerful body 
into a hard, muscular physique.  Why?  Well, when his young, beautiful
daughter came home from college on weekends or holidays, she wanted her
father to be able to take the dreadful punishment she meted out to demon-
strate the twisted, domineering sexual control she exerted over him.  Unless
he was in absolute top shape, the punishment she would inflict would almost 
kill him.  If he WAS in top shape, the punishment would only leave him ex-
hausted, a burnt-out lump of meat that only asked 'How high?' when Penny
said 'Jump!'  And the experience only seemed to increase the voracious
sexual appetite and unnatural needs of that young, strong-willed dominatrix.

When Penny arrived home from college, her first act was to call her father
up into their suite, and tell him to strip and get onto the bed.  He did -
he well knew the penalty for hesitating! - but before he lay down on his 
back on the wide, firm bed, his daughter, 5 feet tall and a hundred pounds 
soaking wet - would stand up close to his powerful torso - he was 6 feet 
tall and 200 lbs of solid muscle - and slowly take off her own clothes and
just stand there, naked body against his naked body, motionless, until his 
great penis rose in a massive erection against her soft belly, and then she 
put her arms around his waist and held him tight against her small, hard
breasts until he shot his wad in a streaming ejaculation all over her chest.
The first of many to come!

Then Penny would ease him onto his back on the bed and lie down beside him.
One small, strong hand would encircle his balls and squeeze - gently at 
first, then harder and harder until he groaned with the excruciating pain.
Penny's other hand smoothly explored every bulging muscle on his physique 
as he flexed and tensed them under her demanding fingers.  Each bicep, each 
pec, each mound of his ridged abs, and each thick, striated thigh had to 
pass the test of his daughter's rigid inspection - or his balls would be 
crushed until the tears streamed down his upturned face and he screamed in 
agony.  Penny loved to hear a grown man cry - especially a man that was 
twice her size and who had, all her life, been her lord and master!

And then she started to use this massively-muscled male as a helpless, 
submissive toy.  She used Ken as a living, human dildo, forcing him to 
penetrate her deeply both in front and in the rear; as a warm receptacle 
for her cold hands when she reamed out his asshole with her thumbs, then
her fingers, and then her whole strong hand up to her wrist, way, way past 
his tortured prostate; and as a hot, comforting tongue to suck past her 
labial lips into her increasingly muscular vaginal cave where she could 
feel it respond to her powerful flexing as the screams of pain from her 
victim's mouth were muffled to a mere moan.  And Penny got a special kick 
when, as her father lay on his back on the floor, exhausted and completely 
useless, she sat on the bed, relaxed on a pile of pillows with her hands 
clasped behind her head, and gently stroked his limp and flopping penis with 
the tips of her little pink toes, and softly caressed that inert member until 
it rose unwillingly, and hardened into a long thick rod, then, helplessly, 
reluctantly, coughed up its last load of creamy cum all over the feet of 
its soft and sleek-skinned master.  As she wiped her feet on the hair of 
his chest, she knew her father was completely beaten.  She knew she held 
that big, powerful brute in the palm of her hand.  And she LOVED it!

If Ken had been able to get his hands on Ronnie, he would have killed him 
dead!



                         END   of   SEQUEL  1