Angel's Flight, Part Three
By sonofjack, sonofjackwell@gmail.com
Angel accepts all challengers.

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This is adult material and should not be read by anyone under the age of
eighteen.

This story line was suggested by DtV author Jeremy Wilson. I wrote it on
commission based on his idea.

I'd like to thank all the readers who sent in comments regarding parts one and
two of this series. I'd especially like to thank Paul, Dennis, and Tomas (You
know who you are.) who made suggestions that I incorporated into Part Three.

Let that be a lesson to all you readers who never contact the writers of your
favorite stories. Let us know what you think. I know I'd like to hear from
as many readers as possible. Let us know what you like about our stories and
what you'd like to see in the future.

And if you have a story you'd like for me to write on commission, let me
know. As stated above, all three of the Angel stories were written on
commission.

I'm interested in any comments you have. I love to hear from fellow fans of
strong girl fiction. Send any comments to sonofjackwell@gmail.com

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As Angel Andrews sat on the edge of the hotel room bed she looked at the
naked forms of the three young men sprawled out on the floor from sheer
exhaustion and loss of bodily fluid. "What a bunch of wimps," she smiled to
herself.

Ironically the three sleeping figures were anything but wimps. They
were highly trained eighteen year old athletes who were not only in great
physical shape but at their sexual peaks. Even still, the three of them
combined could not keep up with the sexual appetite of this one petite
eighteen year old blonde haired beauty. To put it indelicately, she'd fucked
them into unconsciousness.

"Has it really only been a month?" Angel thought to herself. She was
referring to the fateful day when she agreed to play a game of one on one
basketball against her high school's star center Mark Johnson. After
completely destroying him on the court, she agreed to play a five on one game
against her high school's starting five from the boys' basketball team. She
crushed all five of them together just as easily as she crushed Mark by
himself. She left no doubt that she was stronger, faster and could jump
higher than any boy on the team.

Then she claimed Mark as the spoils of her victory. Angel demanded that
he give up his old girlfriend, Susie, and become her boyfriend. However,
that's not exactly accurate. The term "boyfriend" implies at least something
resembling equality. It would be more accurate to say that Mark became
Angel's property. This is not to say that Angel didn't have real affection
for Mark. She really did like him, and he really liked her too. However,
there was never any doubt of who was one hundred percent in charge.
Furthermore Angel made sure that Mark never forget it. If he did she had no
qualms about putting him in his place and reminding him.

After defeating Mark and taking him as her love slave, changes started
to occur in Angel. For one thing, her competitive spirit was revived. Angel
had been a fierce gymnastics competitor as a young girl. However, this ended
when she was twelve and her mother died. Angle promised he mother on her
death bed that she wouldn't devote so much of her time to sports. As a
result, Angle gave them up almost entirely until this part of her had been
reawakened by defeating the boys' basketball team single handedly.

Soon after that, Angel agreed to take on the boy's football team. She
ended up only playing and annihilating seven of them. However there was no
doubt in her mind or the minds of any of the seven that she played against
that she could and would have been just as successful against the entire team.

After that game she took the two star defensive players, Steve Smith and
Larry Sims, and made them her love slaves in addition to Mark. Mark wasn't
crazy about this at first, but it wasn't like he had a choice. This is the
way Angel wanted it, and he could either go along or . . . . Well, that's the
point really. He had no choice but to go along. Angel didn't allow him any
choice.

Besides, he soon discovered that Angel was more than enough woman to
handle three men at once. In fact, every time the four of them got together
it ended up just like it did this time: with the three guys passed out but
grinning from ear to ear and Angel sitting around waiting for one of them to
revive.

Another change that Angel noticed about herself was that before Mark,
she had not been at all sexually active or even very interested in the topic.
However, after having sex with Mark the first time it was like a whole new
side of her had been awakened. She found out that not only did she really
like sex, but that she had an almost insatiable appetite for it. When that
hunger was combined with her amazing strength and stamina, Angel had no
problem wearing out three young studs at the same time.

Still another change she noticed in herself was that her already
incredibly strong body was becoming even stronger and more formidable as her
passion for fitness and athletics resurfaced. She began working out every
day, and every day she got stronger, faster and better. Better at EVERYTHING.

Others began to notice changes in Angel as well. For example, even
though she had always been a very naturally pretty young woman, not that many
people noticed her before. She did very little to show off her incredible
assets. However, since discovering her sexuality, Angel began to dress in a
way that showed off all the sensuous curves of her remarkable body. Needless
to say, the boys at her school all took notice. Now when Angel walked down
the halls she could feel the eyes of all the boys and some of the girls
drinking in her spectacular form. She liked this feeling. She liked it a
lot. She loved the feeling of power it gave her. Almost instantly, Angel
became the most desired young woman in her high school.

As she pondered all the recent changes in her life, she noticed Mark
beginning to stir a little bit on the floor. She hoped that he was starting
to regain his consciousness because there were few things in the word that
Angel liked more than Mark's nine inches of man meat. She went over and
picked him up off the floor. She then placed him gently on the bed and began
to stroke his penis.

"No, Angel, no," he murmured weakly, "Please, have mercy. I can't; not
again."

 "I think you can," Angel said as she noticed the beginnings of a
definite rise in Mark.

"Angel, please," the exhausted boy pleaded. When he felt Angel's satin
lips on his penis however, he knew that the outcome was inevitable. No matter
how tired the rest of his body was, his penis could not seem to help coming to
life when she put her lips on it.

"Hush now, Baby, just let your Angel take care of everything. Don't
forget that you're my favorite boyfriend." This was true, because Angel
didn't particularly like Larry or Steve at first. However, they were
beginning to grow on her. Besides they were young, strong (although not
nearly as strong as her) and good looking.

Angel and her three boys checked in to that hotel room on Friday night
and didn't leave until almost noon on Sunday. Angel didn't want to spend the
entire weekend there because she had some schoolwork she needed to get done.
Despite spending more time now having sex and staying fit, Angel still wanted
to maintain her straight A average in school.

When Angel arrived home on Sunday afternoon, her father was waiting near
the door. "Where have you been the last two nights?" he asked his beautiful
daughter.

"Daddy, don't be silly; you know where I was," Angel replied.

"Were you with Mark this whole time?"

"Of course; and also with Larry and Steve don't forget."

"Three boys!" her father gasped.

"Oh, Daddy, don't act so surprised! I told you that I need three boys
just to keep up with my sexual needs," the eighteen year old said to her
father just as casually as if they were discussing the grocery list.

"Angel, I'm not sure I approve of you dating three boys at the same
time."

"Daddy, don't be silly. You and I both know who makes the rules around
here, don't we?"

Ignoring this last remark, Angel's father continued, "And I don't like
the way you've been dressing lately either with the short skirts, the tight
tops, all that cleavage and the bare midriffs."

"I think you do like it, Daddy. I think you looove seeing your sexy
little daughter showing off her flat toned abs and her long, shapely legs and
her perfectly formed C-cup breasts. I think you like it a lot. In fact, I
think you like it too much, Daddy!"

"Angel, don't be absurd," her father protested.

Then is a seductive, pouting voice Angel said, "C'mon, Daddy, admit it.
You do like it."

"No, n-no I don't," he said, but the beads of sweat forming on his
forehead told a different story.

"And this is what you like the most, isn't it Daddy?" As she said this
Angel began to flex her strong arms. As she did, her biceps began to slowly
rise. Her father watched in rapt attention as they grew larger and larger.
Finally they peaked at a full seventeen inches.

"Have you noticed that since I started working out again that my biceps
have gotten even bigger? And stronger?" Angel asked her trembling father.

"Y-y-yes," he replied.

"And you like my pretty muscles don't you, Daddy?" Angel asked in her
sweetest voice.

Not being able to deny the truth any longer her father quietly replied,
"Yes."

"What was that, Daddy? I could barely hear you. You do don't you,
Daddy? You like my big, pretty feminine muscles don't you?"

"Yes," her father said a little louder.

"'Yes' what, Daddy? 'Yes' what?"

"Yes, I like your big, pretty muscles," Angel's father confessed.

"You loooove them don't you, Daddy?"

"Yes, Angel."

"Say it, Daddy; please say you loooove my big, sexy, feminine muscles."

"I-I do," her father said breathing heavily, "I do loooove your feminine
muscles."

"And you think they're sexy?"

"Yes, Baby, I think they're sexy."

"They turn you on don't they, Daddy?"

"Yes, my Angel, you're sexy, big muscles turn me on."

"You want to kiss them don't you, Daddy?"

"Yes, Angel, more than anything, I want to kiss your big, sexy muscles."

"But you know you can't, right Daddy?"

"Yes," the dejected father sighed, "I know I can't."

"That's because you also fear my big muscles don't you, Daddy?"

"Yes, Angel."

"Why do you fear my big, sexy biceps, Daddy?"

"Because I know what you can do with them," her father said.

"And what's that, Daddy?"

 "You can use your big, sexy-"

"And strong, Daddy, don't forget incredibly strong."

"-and incredibly strong muscles to punish me."

"That's right, Daddy, I can," Angle confirmed. "But why would I punish
you, Daddy?"

"Because sometimes I disobey."

"And who must you always obey, Daddy?"

"I must always obey you, Angel."

"Becaaause . . . ," Angel coaxed.

"Because you always know what's best, Angel."

"And, Daddy?" Angel said.

"Yes, my Angel," her father replied.

"You're jealous of those three boys I spent the past two nights with-the
boys I had sex with-aren't you, Daddy?"

"Yes," her father admitted, his head bowed in shame.

"You wish you were one of them don't you, Daddy?"

"Yes, Angel," her father said, his eyes filling up with tears.

"Ew! That's just gross!" Angel cried.

"I know," her father sobbed, "I'm your father. God, I'm so ashamed."

"I'm not grossed out because you're my father," Angle explained. "I'm
grossed out because you're old and out of shape. Now, go to your room and
think about what you've said. And don't come out until I say you can."

"Yes, Angel," her father replied. He did as he was told because he
truly was ashamed for lusting after his own daughter. Besides, he didn't want
Angel to punish him. She might even put him over her knee and spank him.
Such was their topsy-turvy relationship.

Angel eventually allowed her father to come out of his room for supper,
but after she made him do the dishes, she sent him right back to his room and
made him go to bed. As she tucked him in, she told him that she forgave him
and that she knew he couldn't help being weak and pathetic. Then she kissed
him on the forehead, told him "Night-night," and closed his bedroom door.
Even though he still felt embarrassed and ashamed, Angel's father also felt
safe and protected knowing that his strong and competent daughter was there to
look after him. Furthermore, feeling embarrassed and ashamed did not prevent
him from thinking about Angel's big, sexy, strong feminine muscles and jerking
off.

When Angel got to school on Monday, she noticed a change in the boys.
Not only did they all become keenly aware of her every move, but suddenly they
all wanted to challenge her to various contests. It seems that the boys at
school put two and two together and figured something out. They observed that
after Angel defeated and humiliated Mark in basketball that she started having
sex with him. They further noticed that the same thing happened after she
completely decimated Larry and Steve on the football field. Since almost
every straight boy in school now longed to have sex with Angel, they figured
that the best way to do this was to challenge her to some type of contest and
get beaten by her. That's why starting that Monday, Angel had challenges in
everything from boxing to tiddlywinks.

Angel loved the attention, and she loved knowing the secret but rather
transparent motive behind all these challenges. Even though part of her
wanted to, Angel didn't have the time to accept all of these challenges.
Besides, many of them were not really challenges at all. In many cases, boys
dared Angel to take them on in contest they knew they had no chance of beating
her in. They did so with the sole intention of losing and hoping that Angel
would then have sex with them. They did not understand Angel at all.

Angel was only interested in defeating the boys if they were the best
around at whatever contest they competed in. Actually it would be more
accurate to say second best, because no matter what the contest was, Angel
proved that SHE was the best. Needless to say, Angel had no use at all for
opponents who would not give it their all. If she even suspected that a
competitor was not trying their best, she would consider them entirely
unworthy of her consideration. As she was fond of saying, "I don't waste my
time with losers." Angel's definition of a loser was someone who didn't try
their best.

Even if she did accept a challenge and her opponent tried their best,
this was no guarantee that she would go to bed with them. There had to be
something else about that boy that she liked""a certain fire in their eyes.
Usually she preferred young men that were handsome and muscular, but not
always.

For example, she accepted a boxing challenge from Roy "Manford"
Blanford. Roy was a golden gloves heavyweight champion that went to the same
high school as Angel. He was considered an up-and-comer in the amateur ranks,
and most people assumed he'd turn pro once he graduated high school. Roy's
fist were considered so deadly that even football players like Larry and Steve
stepped aside when they saw him coming.

The fight was set to take place at a local gym. Many students from the
high school came to watch the bout. On the face of it, it looked absurd to
see a 5'4" pretty blonde girl who weighed 122 pounds soaking wet going up
against the 5'11", 206 pounds of sculpted muscle that was "Manford" Banford.
The only reason the gym owner agreed to stage this match was because he hoped
to own part of Manford's contract when he turned pro, and Angel agreed to sign
a release absolving him of any liability if she got hurt.

For the first three rounds of the bout, Angel bobbed and weaved with so
much speed and agility that Manford wasn't able to lay a glove on her.
Finally in the fourth round the pugilist grew so frustrated that he shouted,
"Would you fucking stand still!" This was a big mistake because Angel
complied with his wishes. This allowed Manford to let fly the one-two
combination that he'd won most of his fights with. However, to his utter
amazement, Angel stood their smiling at him instead of falling down like she
was supposed to.

You could say that Manford only caught a blur of the one punch that
Angel threw at him, but that would be wrong. He didn't see it at all. He was
simply standing there one second wondering how this pony-tailed girl was able
to take his hardest punches. The next second all he knew was blackness. He
didn't wake up until hours later.

Despite being ruggedly good looking and a fine, competitive athlete,
Angel decided NOT to add Manford to her list of boyfriends. After all, he
would only be of limited use to her with his mouth wired shut for the next six
weeks.

She also rejected the two all state wrestlers she defeated in a
two-on-one handicap match. Even though both boys outweighed Angel by
significant margins, she was able to pin both of them to the mat at the same
time, using one hand for each of them. The match lasted almost thirty
seconds. She figured that she couldn't use any boys in bed that couldn't last
longer than that.

Oddly enough, Angle's toughest competition came from a boy who was only
a couple of inches taller that her and only outweighed her by about five
ponds. Michael "Four" Molder challenged Angel to a game of tiddlywinks!
Michael acquired the nickname "Four" some time ago because of the thick
glasses he'd worn as far back as anyone could remember. At first he was
called "Four Eyes", but eventually this was shortened to just "Four".

Tiddlywinks, as Four was quick to point out was a game that "combines
the physical skill of a game like pocket billiards with the strategy of
chess." Angel agreed to accept Four's challenge because she admired his
obvious passion or the game. She agreed to play him in a three game match.
Much to everyone's surprise, Four actually defeated Angel in their first
game. In all of the challenges that Angel faced, Four was the only boy who
came this close to winning against her. However, by the middle of the second
game, as Angel mastered the finer points, she emerged as the clear victor. In
their third game, Angel crushed Four in tiddlywinks just as she did all her
other adversaries in all other contests.

Despite the fact that Four was not handsome nor athletic in the least,
Angel decided to add him to her stable of boyfriends. She reasoned that she
could put his deft touch and nimble fingers to good use. At first Mark, Larry
and Steve were not happy to include the nonathletic Four into their group
until Angel "persuaded" them to accept him. Needless to say, this greatly
elevated Four's place within the high school hierarchy, and since he was the
fourth boy to join Angel inner-circle, it gave new meaning to the nickname
Four.

The most popular challenge Angel accepted was a weightlifting challenge
from a mixed group of male athletes from the wrestling and football teams.
Basically the biggest guys on each team got together and found out which boy
could lift the most weight in four categories: the bench press, the clean and
jerk, the leg pres and the dead lift. Then the four boys issued their
collective challenge to Angel. The challenge was simple. Angel had to prove
that she could out lift the best boy in each category.

The weight room was full of boys on the Tuesday of the weightlifting
competition. There was little suspense because by now everyone-including the
four challengers-assumed that Angel would easily win each lift. They just
wanted to be there to watch her do it. The boys were not disappointed when
Angel removed her warm up suit and revealed that she would be lifting in a
lime green string bikini.

Each boy in the room lingered with their eyes on Angel's beautiful form
as she stretched before the match. The marveled at the perfection that was
Angel Andrews-her delicate face with the sultry green eyes, the straight,
perfect nose, the lush pouting lips. As their eyes traveled down her long,
thin neck that was just begging to be nuzzled, they thrilled at her broad,
sexy shoulders and her round, firm c-cupped breasts. Each boy drew in a
collective breath as they gazed upon her flat, ripped six-pack abs and
followed the sensuous arc of her lower back as it curved out into her tight
peach of an ass. As she stood on her tippy toes they were amazed by her long,
sinewy, satin smooth legs, and every boy in that packed weight room longed to
kiss those cute little pink toes and lick the inside arch of her exquisite
feet.

By now all the watching boys had either witnessed firsthand or heard
about some of Angel's awesome displays of strength and power. They wondered
how such incredible strength could be bottled up in such a beautiful and
feminine looking package. Angel looked very fit to be sure, but she didn't
look as if she was capable of the superhuman feats of strength she'd displayed
in the past. Even when she flexed her impressive biceps to their full
seventeen inches-a move that brought on a united gasp from the appreciative
crowd-it still seemed a mystery as to how and why Angel was a strong as she
was.

None of the boys could explain it, but they were all grateful that they
lived in a time and a place that gave them the opportunity to witness it. Any
one of those boys would have given a year off their lives to be able to trade
places with Mark, Larry, Steve, or Four for one twenty-four hour day. Many of
them would have given five years. What would they have given if they knew
that Angel was becoming a little stronger, a little faster, a little more
competent every day?

As for Angel, she looked around that room of appreciative, hungry males
with all their eyes on her, and she felt . . . powerful. She felt more
powerful than she had ever felt before. She knew that every single boy in
that crowded room was lusting after her. She knew all the things they wanted
to do to her and for her. She also knew that only she had the power to make
their shared wish come true. Her combined strength and beauty gave her that
power. None of them had the power to take her. Only she had the power give
herself to them. She knew it, they knew it and she knew that they knew it.

Yes, Angel felt powerful. And sexy. And confident. And aroused.

My mutual consent, the rules of the contest were agreed upon. First all
the boys would lift to their limits. Then Angel would see if she could beat
their lifts. Then the boys would have a chance to try and beat her, and she
would have the change to try to out lift them again and so on until clear
victors emerged.

Most people agreed that the boys performed very admirably. For example,
Bob Kress set a new school record with his 370 pound bench press. Next was
Jim Broman who set a personal best with his 320 pound clean and jerk. He was
followed by Newton Sanford who lifted an impressive 670 pounds on the leg
press.

The last male weight lifter that day was Jeff "Bubba" Harding. Bubba
had already competed against Angel in the football game where Angel took Larry
and Steve as her prizes. During the game, Angel had demonstrated her far
greater strength to Bubba so he was sure that he had no chance whatsoever of
beating Angel in this weightlifting contest. He didn't care. Ever since that
football game, the three hundred plus pound boy had been obsessed with Angel.
The night of the football game he fantasized and jerked off to her three
times. Not a night had passed since then that he didn't jerk off thinking
about her at least twice. He was just happy to be near Angel, and he wanted
to show her how hard he'd worked just to be worthy of a few seconds of her
attention.

Bubba outdid himself and dead lifted just 5 pounds short of 500. When
Angel nodded and smiled approvingly at him and his accomplishment he nearly
wore out the muscles in his face from smiling so hard.

Now it was Angel's turn. Nearly one hundred pairs of male eyes were on
her as she laid back on the bench press apparatus. Steve and Larry were her
official spotters although Angel needed no spotters. "How much?" Larry asked.

"Let's not get too crazy," Angel said. "How much did Bob lift?"

 "Three-seventy," Steve replied.

"Let's just go double that," Angel said casually. Larry and Steve
grinned like Cheshire cats as they loaded the bar with 740 pounds. They were
so proud to be two of Angel's boyfriends that they're buttons nearly popped
from the swelling of their chests.

A murmur went through the crowd. "Can she really lift that much? . . .
. No way . . . . That's too much . . . . Wait and see . . . . No girl can .
. . . She's gonna do it . . . . I can't believe . . . . How much? . . . .
Damn, she is sooo hot . . . . "

Once the weight was loaded on the bar, just before Angel was ready to
make her attempt, a hush fell over the crowd. Angel took a deep inhale which
caused her beautiful breasts to heave erotically. Angel placed her two
delicate looking hands on the bar and . . . effortlessly lowered the bar to
her chest and raised it back up. For good measure she did five more smooth
and easy reps before placing the loaded bar back on the holding rack.

When Angel got up, she looked around the room at the spectators. Every
boy was looking at her with a look that could only be interpreted as unbridled
lust. Several of them were openly rubbing their crotches unable or unwilling
to contain themselves. The ones that were not took note of the fact that
Angel didn't seem to mind. Many who hadn't been touching themselves began to.

Next Angel said she would attempt the clean and jerk. She thought about
making a joke-something to do with the word "jerk"-but decided not to. Larry
asked her if she wanted to double the weight again. Angel said, "Why not?"
Steve and Larry loaded the bar with 640 pounds of weight.

By now, some of the boys in the crowd had their dicks out in the open,
stroking them as they watched Angel seductively bend over to test the weight.
"That doesn't seem too bad," she said nonchalantly. In one smooth motion,
Angel cleaned the 640 pounds. In an equally smooth motion she lifted it over
her head with her arms fully extended. As she had done with the bench press,
she then did five easy reps with the massive weight. She then lowered the bar
down to her shoulders, and with a girlish giggle she lifted it one more time
with just her left arm!

As Angel gently lowered the bar back to the ground with one hand, she
noticed that now over half of the boys in the crowd had their dicks out and
were jacking off to her amazing feats of strength. "So many lovely dicks,"
Angel thought to herself.

As she got into position in the leg press apparatus, Larry and Steve
didn't even bother to ask this time, they simply loaded the machine to twice
the weight Newton had lifted which added up to an unbelievable 1340
pounds""well over half a ton. By now the crowd knew what to expect. They
expected Angel to easily lift the incredible weight with little or no effort.
That's exactly what happened. Then, just to add a little flair to the
proceedings, Angel invited Larry and Steve to jump on the platform and add
their combined 556 pounds to the already impressive weight before doing her
usual five reps.

 While Angel was completing the five leg press reps, Steve announced
that with his and Larry's weight added to the weights that were already
present, Angel was leg pressing . . . .  Unable to do the math in his head,
Steve looked at Larry who shrugged his shoulders. It was Angel who announced
that the combined weight was an astonishing 1,896 pounds.

 By this time, every boy in the gym except Larry and Steve was beating
his meat as they watched Angel stand up and flex her sexy biceps. The only
reason Larry and Steve weren't is because they knew that they'd better save
all their juices for Angel later that evening.

As Angel's two love slaves began to load the bar for Angel's dead lift,
Angel told them, "Go ahead and load it for an even thousand. After all,
that's such a nice, round number."

All eyes were on Angel as she took hold of the thousand pound loaded
bar. Almost one hundred boys were masturbating in anticipation of the
astounding display of strength they were about to witness from this petite,
beautiful yet impossibly strong girl. Just then, Coach Shuman, the head
football coach walked into the weight room and yelled, "What in the HELL is
going on here?"

It didn't take long for the coach to spot Angel in her string bikini.
He also couldn't help but notice that there were almost one hundred boys
present with their dicks in their hands. He walked up to his two star
defensive players and said, "Sims! Smith! Explain!  And I mean pronto!"

The two boys' words came tumbling and stumbling out, but they managed to
communicate the nature of the contest that was taking place. Of course, Coach
Shuman had heard rumors about Angel's incredible athletic prowess, but this he
did not expect. He looked at Angel and said, "You better come with me, young
lady."

Angel's first instinct was to tell the coach to go fuck himself. Then
she thought about how hard she'd worked to maintain her straight A average.
She thought about how proud her deceased mother would be if she were class
valedictorian. Like it or not, Coach Shuman cold make big trouble for her
over this and jeopardize her plans.

She went over in a private corner of the weight room to speak with the
head coach. "I suppose you know that I could get you into big trouble for
this?" the coach said.

"Yes," Angel answered.

"But it doesn't have to be that way," the coach said placing his hand of
Angel's shoulder.

Angel smiled sweetly and said, "What did you have in mind, Coach?"

"Well, I thought that any pretty little girl like you who would put on
this kind of demonstration for this many boys wouldn't mind putting on a
little . . . private show for me."

Angel knew that at this point she had him. If he told on her, she could
tell on him, and there was no way he was going to jeopardize his career. Just
for good measure she decided to put a little fear into his heart as well-if
not fear of God, fear of Angel.

She took hold of his belt with her right hand and lifted the large head
coach off the floor. She kept lifting until her arm could extend no higher.
"Look you fat fuck," she began, "You're not going to say a word about what you
saw here to anyone because if you do, do you know what will happen?"

"W-w-what," the terrified coach whimpered.

"Not only will I tell the school board that you propositioned me, but I
will look you up and beat you up in front of your wife and children. IS THAT
CLEAR?"

"Y-y-yes. Please, put me down."

"You want down?" Angel asked.

"P-p-please," he sniveled.

Still carrying him with one hand, Angle marched across the weight room
towards the exit. The crowd in front of her parted like the Red Sea before
Moses. When she reached the door, a couple of boys near it opened it for
Angle and she bodily threw the bulbous coach out. Then she told him to wait
there until she told him otherwise. Next she shut the door, turned around to
face the crowd, wiped her two hands together as if she'd just taken out the
garbage and said, "Now, where were we?"

The crowd of aroused boys cheered their heroine. Angel made her way
back over to the thousand pound weight in the middle of the room and bent over
it. "Who thinks I can lift this thousand pound weight?" They all cheered.
"Who wants to see me do it?" They all cheered even louder. "I'll do it on
one condition." They all strained their ears to hear what Angel's condition
was. "I want you all to whip out your cocks again and stroke them for me."
Every boy in that room including Steve and Larry complied.

Then Angel reached down and with no visible strain whatsoever dead
lifted one thousand pounds. As she did, approximately half of the witnesses
shot their loads. She lowered the weight to the floor and lifted it again.
Most of the remaining half shot their loads at this. Then, incredibly, she
took that one thousand pounds and lifted it up to shoulders. This caused
almost all of the holdouts to shoot their wads. When she then lifted the
weight completely over her head, her arms fully extended, there were no more
holdouts.

Angel then told all the boys except Larry, Steve and Bubba to go home.
She ordered Coach Shuman to come back in and clean up all the spunk that was
all over the floors, weights, walls and ceiling (yes, ceiling!) of the weight
room and to not go home until he did. Then she took Steve, Larry and Bubba,
and they joined Mark and Four. She showed those five boys the time of their
lives. By the end all five were begging for mercy.

Every boy who witnessed the events of the weight room went home and beat
off at least one more time that night. So did Coach Shuman. Later when Angel
gave her father a detailed description, so did he.

Things calmed down a little for Angel after the events of "Sweet
Tuesday" as the weightlifting competition came to be called. Angel spent the
next several weeks really concentrating on maintaining her high grade point
average, spending time with her boyfriends and torturing her father.

She did add another man to her growing string of boyfriends. It was her
young and handsome American Lit teacher, Mr. Schwab, after they'd engaged in a
particularly stimulating discussion on the topic of John Steinbeck's novels
and the impact they'd had on America's evolving view of organized labor.

As graduation neared, she faced two final challenges. First the
baseball team challenged her to a game. Since not even Angel could serve as
her own catcher, she was allowed two additional players. She tried out her
boyfriends (except for Mr. Schwab and the nonathletic Four) and chose Bubba as
her catcher and Mark as her first baseman.

The game was rather anticlimactic. Since Angel struck out every batter
that faced her with only three pitches per batter, she pitched a perfect nine
inning game and only threw eighty-one pitches. To make it interesting, and to
give Bubba's catching hand a break from her devastating 118 mph fast balls,
Angel threw a variety of pitches including expert sliders, change-ups,
sinkers, screwballs, knuckleballs, and a curveball with an unbelievable 22
inch break. After the second inning, first baseman Mark didn't even bother to
leave the dugout when his team was in the field.

At bat, Angel hit a homerun on the first pitch every time except three
times. Two times were when pitchers tried to intentionally walk her. The
first time this happened, Angel gave the pitcher a dirty look and snapped the
wooden bat in half to indicate her displeasure. The next pitch was low and
outside and Angel hit it so far out of the park that they never found the
ball. Late in the game when another pitcher tried to walk her, Angel took her
bat-this time made of aluminum-and folded it completely in two. No one tried
to walk her after that.

If it wasn't for Bubba and Mark having to bat, the game never would have
progressed past the first inning. However, both of them proved capable of
getting to base about a third of the time. Bubba even managed to hit a
homerun of his own.

The only other time at bat that Angel didn't hit a homerun was in the
eighth inning. Bubba and Mark were both on base, and Angel hit the ball just
short of the fence. Bubba and Mark both scored, but Angel stayed on third
instead of making it an inside the park homerun. The reason why became
obvious with the next pitch when Angel used her amazing speed to steal home
plate. She just wanted to prove that she could perform perhaps the most
difficult maneuver in the game.

The final score was . . . . Well, who really cares? Angel's team won.
She did decide the add Randy Billingsley, the baseball team's star slugger, to
her roster of boyfriends. She was impressed because he managed to hit a foul
tip against one of her sliders. Besides, she heard a rumor that he came
equipped with his own bat.

The last challenge Angel accepted before graduation was to take on the
entire boys track team. By now, with Angel's strength, stamina and skills
growing all the time with no end in sight, the results were quite
predictable. They were so predictable in fact that Angel handicapped herself
in several events just to make things interesting. She still managed to win
every event by a wide margin. For example, she won the high hurdles by
several lengths despite the fact that she carried the over three hundred pound
Bubba on her back. She beat the four man 1600 meter relay team all by
herself. She ALMOST won the pole vault competition without using a pole, but
when her number one opponent cleared 16.5 feet, she was forced to borrow a
pole to defeat him. The 100 meter dash she won carrying Bubba AND Randy
Billingsley one under each arm. She was tempted to win the shot put by not
simply throwing the shot but by throwing Larry Sims while he held on to the
shot, but this seemed too dangerous and show-offish. They never did find the
discus she threw however.

In the end, she decided to add the pole vaulter to her stable of
boyfriends because of his piercing blue eyes (NOT because of his impressive
pole!).

 At her graduation, Angel achieved her long-time goal of being awarded
class valedictorian. She gave a speech that was so inspiring and emotional
that several grown men in the audience that day wept like children. One of
them was her own father. Later on in private when he told Angel how proud her
deceased mother would be at the young woman Angel had become, it was Angel's
turn to cry. Angel's father cried for joy again a few days later when Angel
told him that six long years after the death of his beloved wife, he had his
daughter's permission to begin seeing other women.

On the topic of crying, six weeks later when Angel gathered her eight
boyfriends together for the last time and told them she was setting them free,
they all sobbed like children who were told there would be no more
Christmases. They begged and pleaded and groveled. Bubba took the news
especially hard, but Angel's mind was made up. She decided that she wanted to
go off to college in a few weeks unencumbered and with a fresh start.

As the deject men filed out with their heads hung low, Angel noticed
that Mark lingered on after the others had left. She looked at him and said,
"You know, Scarecrow, I think I'm going to miss you most of all."

Mark looked at her, his eyes still filled with tears, "Angel," he began.

"I know, Mark, I know."

"Damn, Woman! Would you for once let someone else have the last word?"
Angel made a motion with her hands to her mouth as if she were holding a key
and locking her lips shut. Mark said, "I just wanted to let you know that I'm
a better person just for having known you." With that, he turned and walked
out of her life forever.

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If you liked my stories about Angel, remember they were written on
commission. If Jeremy Wilson had not provided me with a basic outline of what
he wanted to see, these stories wouldn't exist. If you have an idea that you
would like to see made into a complete story, email me at
sonofjackwell@gmail.com 

In fact, email me if you have any comments. I always enjoy hearing from
fellow readers and fans of strong girl fiction.

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