Tina Tests Her Limits
by Sonofjack, sonofjackwell@gmail.com
Tina Truex, the world's greatest athlete, decides to test her limits.


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

This is a sequel to my story Tina Triumphant. In the first story, Tina's
boyfriend John discovers that Tina is the strongest person on Earth. In this
story, they decide to see just how superior Tina is to every other athlete in
the world.

I wrote this story on commission. If you like my writing style and have an
idea that you'd like for me to turn into a story just for you, email me at
sonofjackwell@gmail.com and tell me about it.

You can also email me your comments. I love to hear from my readers, and I
love to discuss strong girl stories with my fellow fans.

John woke up naked in the middle of the king-sized mattress he'd shared the
night before with his girlfriend. The mattress was lying on top of the box
spring which was on the floor. The bed frame was in shattered pieces
surrounding the mattress set. Looking at the broken pieces of the heavy oak
bed frame brought a smile to John's face.

Just then John's girlfriend, Tina Truex, walked into the room. She was wearing
a sort robe that was not tied shut. As she entered the room, enticing glimpses
of Tina's amazing body made it clear that she was naked underneath her robe.

"It's about time you woke up, lazybones," Tina said to her boyfriend.

"Sor-ry!" he said, "We're not all blessed with your super-human endurance."

"Speaking of super-human, I guess I got a little too rambunctious in bed last
night," Tina said referring to the destroyed bed frame.

"That's an understatement," John said, smiling from ear to ear. He loved the
fact that his girlfriend's getting "a little too rambunctious in bed" meant
that a heavy wooden bed frame was shattered to pieces.

Even though she was a little more than six feet away from him, Tina suddenly
removed her robe revealing her petite, tight, muscular body and from a
standing start jumped up and made a perfect swan dive through the air and
landed next to John on the mattress. Her movements were as light and graceful
as the greatest gymnast who ever lived which made sense since that's who she
was.

In fact, it was pretty much universally agreed that Tina Truex was the
greatest living athlete in the world. However, only Tina and John were fully
how great an athlete she was. Tina could without a doubt defeat any athlete -
male or female "" who ever lived at any sport.

Tina could run faster, jump higher and farther, throw faster and farther hit
harder and lift more than any athlete who ever lived. In fact, it wouldn't
even be a close contest. If she were given two months to prepare Tina would
have been capable of becoming a one-woman Olympic team taking on an all-star
team consisting of the greatest athletes from around the world and Tina would
still win every individual event. Not only that, but she would undoubtedly set
new world records in every event.

Yet even John and Tina did not know for sure just what Tina's limits were.
That is to say, even Tina did not know what her upper limits were in terms of
how strong she was, how fast she was, how much stamina she had, how impervious
to injury she was, etc. All she knew was that so far she been able to perform
any feet she'd set her mind on.

She chose gymnastics as her primary sport not out of passion but out of
practicality. She reasoned that at 5'2" she was too short for basketball or
volleyball. Of course, that was before she realized that she had a standing
vertical leap of over twenty-five feet. That means that she could easily set a
new world record in the pole vault without using a pole!

When Tina was lying naked next to John's equally naked form, she pressed her
amazing DD breast against him and kissed him passionately on the mouth. Then
she ran all ten of her long, thin fingers through John's short brown hair and
kissed him passionately again. Her invading tongue probed deep inside John's
mouth. She shifted her body so that her sexy, feminine 5'2", 118 pound form
was on top of his masculine, 6'2", 230 pound body. As she kissed him, she
pressed against him and writhed and ground her body into his.

John could feel his cock getting bigger and harder. After what Tina had put
him through the night before, he was afraid he wouldn't be able to get hard
again for at least another twelve hours. Despite being a world-class athlete
and Olympic bronze medalist in weightlifting, John could not compete with Tina
in any activity including sex. He was only glad that she did not regard sex as
a competition.

However, John should have known that if Tina wanted him hard, she would be
able to make it so. As with everything else, whatever Tina wanted, Tina got.
John considered it an honor that a woman like her who could have had anyone
had chosen him.

Tina stopped kissing John long enough to look deep into his eyes. "Did anyone
ever tell you that you have the most beautiful brown eyes in the world?" she
asked.

"Only you, about ten times a day," John replied.

"Don't forget, Mister, your beautiful eyes were the first thing that I noticed
about you."

"What was the second thing?" John asked.

Tina moved her small hand to John's bulging right bicep. "I guess it was your
big sexy muscles," she said. John found it ironic that Tina was turned on by
his muscles. Even though his muscles were much larger than hers, John knew
that Tina was much, much stronger than he was. He knew that even now as she
squeezed his biceps that she had to be careful. If she squeezed too
enthusiastically she could seriously injure him. There was no fear in his
heart though, because John trusted Tina completely.

"You have such a beautiful body," Tina said as she began to kiss John's neck.
"That's why I got so carried away last night," she said, "And that's why I
ended up destroying another bed frame." This was the third on in a little over
two months.

Tina slowly worked her way down John's neck to his collarbone and chest,
planting sweet, soft kisses along the way. As she made her way down his chest,
she made sure to grind her body sexily against his rock-hard cock. She
whispered to herself "So sexy," and "Such a beautiful body," as she went.

Finally, by the time she was kissing his flat, ripped abs, Tina had managed to
also wrap her large, solid-yet-soft breasts around his thick, rigid shaft.
This caused John to let out a low moan.

"You like that feeling, don't you, baby?" Tina asked, "You like to feel your
hard dick between my big, soft, warm tits, don't you?"

"Yes, Baby, I like it," John said, "I like it sooo much."

"In that case," Tina said. Without another word, holding John secure to her
body with one strong arm and using the other strong arm to push herself up,
Tina got up on her knees taking John with her. When she was on her knees, she
shifted both her hands to grip and massage John's muscular ass cheeks. His
rigid cock was still wedged between her firm, warm breasts.

She lifted him higher so that she could use her tongue to slather his cock
with her saliva. When John's dick was absolutely dripping wet, Tina lowered
him back down so that it was once again snug between her huge tits. She then
clinched her tits together so that his cock was completely engulfed by her
deep, cozy cleavage.

Tina began to move John's body up and down with his wet, slippery dick between
her round, soft breasts. John put in hands on her broad shoulders to steady
himself. Even though Tina had given John mid-air titty fucks like this before,
he couldn't believe how good it felt. It was as if it felt so good that his
mind couldn't fully recall that much pleasure. Because of that, every time
Tina titty fucked him like this, it was like she was doing it for the first
time.

The extreme pleasure that John felt was no doubt enhanced by the knowledge
that his petite and beautiful 5'2" girlfriends was able to lift his 6'2", 230
pound body so effortlessly. John knew from experience that Tina could lift at
least seventeen times his weight with one hand and do reps with it if she
wanted to.

Knowing that the sexy, beautiful, feminine girl who loved him and that he
loved in return also possessed strength many times greater than the strongest
man who ever lived along with the feeling of being held weightless while she
massaged his dick with her amazing, big tits was too much for John to resist
for long. However, because the sensation was so out-of-this-world glorious, he
tried his best to hold out for as long as he could.

When he felt that certain tingle deep inside his balls that told him he would
not be able to hold out for much longer, he began to chant, "Oh God, oh God,
oh God, oh God...."

Tina knew her man well enough to know what was about to happen. With not the
least bit of strain, she lifted him once again so that his dick was level with
her mouth. She placed her velvet lips tenderly around the tip of his penis.
Though he tried valiantly, John could not possibly hold out one nanosecond
longer.

"EEEEEEAAAAUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" he bellowed as he spewed what
seemed like five gallons of male love juice from his penis. A few seconds
later, his body went limp. John felt completely drained and exhausted.

Tina lowered him gently to the mattress and lay down beside him. "Is the big
strong Olympian all worn out?" she asked playfully.

"Yes," was all he could manage to say. His heart was beating a mile a minute
and he was drenched in sweat.

Tina giggled, "I love the way you repeat 'Oh God, oh God' when you're about to
cum. It's so cute."

"Maybe it would be more appropriate to chant 'Oh Goddess, oh goddess' the way
you lift and toss me around," he responded.

Tina flexed her right arm and her bulging, perfectly peaked bicep popped up.
John reached up and cupped in it his hand. It felt warm to the touch. Tina's
muscles were smaller than John's but they felt like they were more solid - as
hard as diamonds - and more densely packed. They were obviously more powerful.

"Is that how you think of me - like a goddess?" Tina asked.

"Yes, honey; you're like a goddess of power and beauty," John replied. Tina
was quite pleased at being thought of this way. She leaned in a kissed John
again.

"In that case, maybe you should worship me," she giggled.

John looked at Tina and said with very serious tone, "Tina, I DO worship you."

She nibbled on his ear and whispered, "But don't forget, John, that I'm YOUR
goddess of beauty and power. I'm only yours, forever and ever, amen."

John's heart was so full of love for this incredible woman. He still could not
believe the Tina Truex was in love with him.

Tina quickly jumped up and said, "We better get moving! Lots to do today, but
first we both need a shower. I'll race you to the bathroom."

John looked up at her and smiled, "Don't you ever get tired? Is your endurance
and power truly limitless?"

"So far as I can tell," she said laughing. She reached down and lifted her
big, strong boyfriend out of bed and began to carry him towards the bathroom.
"That's an interesting question though; surely there must be a limit to my
physical abilities. I just haven't reached them yet."

Tina continued towards the bathroom with John cradled in her strong arms. A
minute later the sound of the shower running could be heard. Four minutes
after that, John could be heard repeating, "Oh Goddess, oh goddess, oh
goddess, oh goddess...." proving that Tina was far from reaching her physical
limits.

By the time John got dressed after their shower, Tina was already at her
computer dressed in a pink sports bra that showed off her broad shoulders, her
womanly curves, her ripped abs and her ample cleavage. Below she was wearing a
pair of tiny yoga shorts that perfectly displayed her tight, round ass and her
thick, muscular, shapely legs. Her silky light brown hair which hung slightly
past her shoulders was tied in a playful ponytail.

Tina definitely had the tight, toned, strong looking body of a gymnast, and
yet with her large double-D breasts and her extreme curves, her body looked
softer and more feminine than most gymnasts.

"What are you doing?" John asked.

"Just taking care of a little business online," Tina replied. "Wheaties wants
to put me on their box again. They're offering me 7.5 million."

"How many times would this be?" John asked.

"This would make it twenty-five," Tina said.

"Are you going to take it?"

"I don't know. I don't really need the money. Besides, you know I'm a Cap'n
Crunch girl. But hey, John, the big news is I just got my first royalty check
for my new line of action figures, and it's for eight figures! You're idea to
produce a line of Tina Truex action figures at 1:12 scale has proven to be
very successful."

"Well, I just figured that that was the same scale used for some of the more
popular Marvel and DC action figure lines," John explained, "And I thought
that some kids might like to have 'Tina' teaming up with Superman and Captain
America."

"You were right," Tina said, "I knew I kept you around here for more than just
your boyish good looks.

John came up behind Tina, leaned over and kissed her on the neck. "Little do
those kids know that you're actually strong enough to be a superhero."

Tina flexed both arms causing her biceps and triceps to swell to almost twice
their normal size. "That's right, baby," Tina agreed. "And I like being so
strong."

John bent over further and began to plant tender kisses on Tina's big right
bicep. Her flawless skin over her dense muscle made him think of a smooth
diamond sphere covered in satin. "Do you know what I like most about being so
strong?" Tina asked.

"What?"

"I love the way my super-strength turns you on," she said. Suddenly, she was
out of her chair. She grabbed John by the belt of the cargo shorts he was
wearing, "And my super-strength DOES turn you on, doesn't it Johnny?"

"Y-yes, b-baby," John replied, his voice trembling with desire.

Tina lowered him gently back to the ground. "Good! Let's remember to get back
to that conversation later."

"You can count on it," he agreed, "But what are we doing right now?"

"Oh, didn't I tell you?" She looked at him, "No, from the way you're dressed I
can see I didn't. Go put on some workout clothes, Baby; I decided that we're
going to do some experimenting, and it would be better if we were wearing
workout clothes."

"Sure, Tina, but... remember that thing we talked about the other day?" John
pointed out to Tina that sometimes she had a tendency to bark orders at him or
to make plans without consulting him. He knew that she wasn't being purposely
inconsiderate. It's just that she was so headstrong and used to making her own
decisions that sometimes she forgot that he might have plans of his own.

"I'm sorry, honey," she said sweetly, "What I meant to say was that I'd like
to test some of my physical limits, and I'd love it if you'd help me."

"Just give me a minute to change my clothes," he said.

"Thank you, baby," Tina said. As lucky as John felt to have Tina in his life,
Tina felt just as lucky.

A few minutes later they were in Tina's private gym. Being a
multi-millionaire, Tina could afford to have a state-of-the-art gym with
everything she needed to stay in top physical condition. Of course, John was
free to use the gym as well, and any equipment he needed or desired was his
for the asking.

As usual whenever John walked into Tina's gym, he became fixated on a special
piece of equipment she had made especially just for him. That is to say, Tina
used this particular piece of equipment. Only she could. However, she had it
specially made to please John.

To understand what this means, we have to go back to the day after Tina and
John made love for the first time. It was already apparent by then that John
was tremendously turned on by Tina's incredible strength. So to please her
man, Tina took John shopping that day and let him pick the sexiest, skimpiest
bikini they could find for her.

After putting it on, Tina showed off her amazing power by lifting a Honda
Civic completely over her head! Needless to say, John was very, very aroused
by this.

He became even more aroused when Tina lowered her right hand and continued to
hold the car over her head with just her left. As if that wasn't enough, Tina
then began lifting the car up and down and doing reps with only one hand. John
was so turned on that he could hardly contain himself. Therein was the
problem.

Since cars are generally parked in public places it was difficult for Tina to
perform this feat of strength for John in private. The problem with performing
it in public was that John became so overcome with passion that he would
get... let's call it "stimulated" immediately wherever they happened to be. In
fact, he became so "stimulated" that it was difficult for strangers passing by
not to notice.

One time Tina made the mistake of giving John a deep, lingering kiss in a
parking lot just after lifting a car for him. The combination of feeling
Tina's hot, sexy, hard body pressed against him and her tongue in his mouth
after just seeing her display her awesome super-strength like that was just
too much "stimulation". John became very embarrassed by the large, noticeable
stain that suddenly appeared in the front of his pants.

So Tina faced a dilemma. On the one hand, she loved that John was so
electrified by her display of power. She also knew beyond a doubt that John
didn't want her to stop. However John was shy by nature, and Tina had no wish
to embarrass him or make him uncomfortable.

As usual, Tina came up with a solution. This was definitely a case where
having an almost unlimited amount of money came in handy. Tina had a custom
made barbell created that contained four five hundred pound plates on each
side. That much weight required an extra sturdy bar that weighed one hundred
and fifty pound on its own. With her new custom made barbell, Tina could
demonstrate her ability to lift a massive weight for John in complete privacy.

The first time Tina showed John her mega-barbell he asked her, "How... How
much weight is that?"

"Four thousand, one hundred and fifty pounds," she replied in a seductive
whisper.

"How much do the cars you lift weigh," he asked. Tina could hear the
excitement in John's voice.

"Oh... it depends... usually around 2,700 to 3,100 pounds," she said casually
as if she was discussing this week's shopping list.

"So... so this is even h-heavier," he concluded.

"Yes, Sweetie, but only by about one thousand pounds," Tina replied.

"D-do you really think you can lift that m-much?" John asked.

Tina walked over to him. I'm sure I can, Sweetheart. Is that what you'd like?
Would you like to see your sexy little girlfriend lift over two tons? Would
that make you happy, baby? I want to make you happy. You know that, right? I
want to make you very happy... and hard... more than anything else in the
world. Would it make you hard to watch a sexy, little girl with her toned hard
muscles lift more weight than any man who's ever lived could lift? How about
if I also shake my big tits while I lift this massive amount of weight?"

"Yes, baby, it would make me very happy and very, very hard," John replied.

Tina began to run her index finger lightly up and down and all around John's
chest. "I'll do it for you, baby. I'll lift that big weight, and I'll let you
watch, but first I want you to do something for me."

"What? Anything!" John was insane with anticipation.

"First I want you to get naked so that I can look at your beautiful body for
inspiration. I want to watch your dick as if rises and hardens right in front
of me. Would you do that for me, baby?"

John was out of his clothes so fast that the word "baby" was still hanging in
the air. When Tina saw John's naked body she said, "In that case, I better get
naked too!"

Once she was out of her clothes, Tina turned around and walked over to the
massive barbell. She made sure to give her perfect, round ass a little extra
wiggle on the way. When she was on the other side of the barbell she asked,
"Do you have any pointers for me? After all, weightlifting is your sport."

"No," replied John, "No pointers. Besides, you and I both know that every
sport is your sport."

Tina let out a girlish giggle. "I guess you're right about that. I am pretty
amazing aren't I? But you like that don't you, John? You like that your sexy
girlfriend is so amazing." Tina bent over and gripped the extra thick bar with
both hands and without so much as a grunt of effort lifted the two ton weight
up to her waist. Then she began doing curls with the massive barbell.

"Oh my God, Tina, that's amazing. No one on Earth can do curls with two tons!"
John proclaimed. By the time he finished that sentence, his cock was fully
erect.

"I hate to contradict you, baby, but I think you mean to say that no one else
can do curls with two tones, because obviously, I can," Tina responded.

"You're right, honey; of course you're right." Tina continued doing slow,
smooth curls while they talked. "Tina... Baby... Sweetheart, you make lifting
that weight look easy. How can that be?"

"I make it look easy because it IS easy... for me. And the reason it's so easy
for me is because I'm so incredibly strong. I know I look like a sweet,
delicate little flower. I know I look sexy and feminine, but I'm also very,
very strong - stronger than any man. Does that turn you on, lover?"

"Y-yes, baby, you know it does."

"Then this ought to drive you out of your mind," Tina said. She shifted her
hands and lifted the bar over her head. Then wasting no time to let that sink
in, Tina dropped on hand and began doing one-handed reps with the two-ton
weight.

"Tina... I can hardly believe you can lift so much with one hand," John said.

"John! I surprised at you! You didn't think that your super-sexy,
super-strong, little girlfriend could handle this much weight? Don't you know
by now that I can do anything I set my mind to? I wanted to be the greatest
gymnast the world had ever seen, and I am. I wanted to have the hottest,
sexiest body imaginable, and I do. I wanted to be a world famous role model
for little girls everywhere, and I am. The first time I saw you I wanted to
get you into bed and fuck the living daylights out of you, and I've done that
time and time again. Haven't you figured out by now that your perfectly toned
girlfriend with the sexy, rock-hard muscles and the sweet face and amazing
body is basically Supergirl come to life?"

John was mesmerized by the things Tina was saying and doing. "H-How many reps
can you do like that?" he asked.

"Baby, this is so easy for me. I can do as many reps at you'd like. How many
would you like me to do? One hundred? Five hundred? A thousand?"

"You could do a thousand reps like that?" John asked.

"Baby, yes. I could do this all day and night." Then Tina shifted her hand
again and incredible began doing one-handed curls with the massive barbell.
"I'll make you a deal. I'll keep doing two ton curls with one hand while I
stroke your hard cock with my other hand, and we'll see which last longer, my
super-strength or your cock."

John was never so happy to lose a contest in his life!

Since that first time, John has lost many similar contests. It was to the
point where he could not even look at Tina's custom made mega-barbell without
getting a little hard. When Tina noticed John staring at it she said, "Maybe
I'll do some sexy posing and lifting for you later, sweetheart, but right now
I have something else in mind."

"Sure, babe, what's up?" John asked.

"Well... I thought that earlier this morning you asked a pretty interesting
question," Tina said.

"I did?" said John

"Yes, when you asked if my power and endurance was truly limitless," Tina
explained.

"But, honey, I wasn't really serious about that...."

"No, John, let's look at the facts. I know that I must have limits, but even I
don't really know what they are. All I know is that virtually anything I've
tried to do physically since deciding to become an athlete I've been able to
do. It might be instructive to know just what my limits are."

"Okay," said John, "What do you want from me?"

"I want you to hit me," Tina said.

"Whaaaaat? Baby, there's no way I'm going to hit you!"

"No, sweetie, hear me out. It seems to me that a good part of my power or
whatever it is stems from the fact that I feel very little pain. I'm not
saying that I'm impervious to bullets like Supergirl, but we both know that I
do have a certain amount of invincibility when it comes to physical pain. So
I'm asking you as your hot girlfriend who has already given you two orgasms
this morning, would you hit me, please?"

"I don't know...." John said.

"How about this, you don't have to hit me in the face. You can hit me in the
abdomen," she said. "In fact, we can start out with you wearing boxing gloves
if it makes you feel better."

"Honey, I still don't want to...."

"Don't want to what? Discover that your hot, pretty little girlfriend is
practically invincible. The hell you don't. Admit it; just the thought of how
tough I am makes you hard. Don't lie and tell me that knowing I can take your
hardest punches and hardly feel them doesn't turn you on."

"Well...." Tina saw that he was weakening. Before he could change his mind,
she went over to the corner of her gym where she kept all the free sports
equipment the sporting goods companies gave her in hopes that she would be
seen using their products. There were baseball bats, hockey sticks,
basketballs, footballs, tennis rackets, skis - both water and snow - and just
about every other piece of sports equipment imaginable. She picked out a pair
of boxing gloves and helped John put them on.

"Okay, but I'm only going to hit your abs," John said.

"And my tits," Tina said.

"Why your tits?" asked John.

"Because I know my abs are rock-hard, but my tits are soft, and I want to see
how they hold up under punishment," she said, "Besides, don't pretend that you
don't want to watch my big tits jiggle and bounce."

John began by hitting Tina lightly in the abs with the boxing gloves on. "Come
on, John, you can hit harder than that," she urged. So he hit a little harder.
"Are you even hitting me? I sure didn't feel anything," she teased him. John
hit her abs a little harder. "Look, sweetie, if you're not even going to try,
I'm sure that I can go out and find plenty of boys who would be willing to do
whatever I asked them to do." She was trying to rile him a little bit. It
worked.

John finally got around to hitting Tine in the abs with his strongest, best
punch. John knew how to punch. In addition of being an Olympic weight lifter,
he was a gifted amateur boxer. His hardest punch to Tina's midsection had no
effect on her whatsoever. "Now hit my tits," Tina said enthusiastically.

John did as he was told. He no longer needed to be egged on. He punched Tina
as hard as he could in the tits, and he was very turned on to see her
double-D's absorbing his most powerful punch. They shook and shimmied, but the
confident smile never left her face.

"Take off those gloves and try it without them," Tina instructed. John was
taking too long to get the gloves off so Tina grabbed them in her powerful
hands and ripped them to shreds.

"Now, hit my abs and tits with your bare knuckles," she instructed. John gave
a one-two combination to her abdomen and then to her tits.

"Did you feel anything?" he asked.

"Sure, I felt it, but it didn't hurt if that's what you mean. It didn't hurt
at all! Not one little bit. Are you sure that that was your best punch?"

"Let me put it this way," John said, "If I did hit you the way I just did any
harder, I'm afraid that I would break every bone in my hand!"

Tina took John's big hands in her much smaller ones and kissed them tenderly.
"Oh, baby, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you." Tina ran back over to the
corner where she kept her free sports equipment, picked out the biggest wooden
baseball bat she could find and said, "Try hitting me with this!"

All of John's resistance was gone. He was so turned on by his beautiful
girlfriend's impossibly powerful body that he was fully on board with the
experiment. He gripped the bat and gave it a full swing at Tina's midsection.
She was standing confidently with her hands on her hips. The hard impact of
the bat had no effect on her. "I barely felt that." She said.

John wound up the bat again, and like Mighty Casey swinging for the fence, he
swung that bat so hard that the air was shattered by the force of his swing.
The air might have been shattered, but once again, Tina felt next to nothing.
"Try hitting my tits this time," she suggested.

John put every ounce of power he had into this third strike. He hit Tina right
across the chest with the heavy wooden baseball bat only to have it shatter
against her lovely breasts into a thousand shards of wood.

"Oh my God!" cried John, "Tina, you ARE like Supergirl!"

Tina was still not satisfied. She went over to her free weights and grabbed an
empty four foot metal bar. "Hit me with this," she demanded. John was so
unbelievably turned on that he was not about to quit now.

John took the bar and held it with both hands and swung it at Tina's abdomen.
"Do it hard next time," she teased, "That way I might actually feel it a
little bit." John swung the bar at her rock hard tummy again and again. "Baby,
that doesn't hurt at all; are you sure you're really trying?" Tina giggled.

John's arms were tired and he was dripping with sweat from the effort.
"Should...Should I try your tits now?" he asked.

"You can if you think it will make any difference," Tina said. John did try to
make her feel the impact, but no matter how hard he swung that metal bar, he
could not make Tina feel it more that to just feel the slight pressure of
something touching her body. It was not a painful sensation at all. In fact,
the impact against her luscious tits was pleasurable to her.

Finally, Tina said, "Hand me the bar, please." John dutifully handed it over.
Tina then removed the sports bra she was wearing to reveal her magnificent
breasts. She placed the bar between them and clenched them tight around the
bar. Then, holding the bar gripped by her breasts, Tina began to slowly bend
the heavy metal bar. Removing it from between her breasts so that she could
shape the bar with more precision, she bent it into a heart shape and
presented it to John.

"That's for trying so hard," she said.

John stepped towards Tina. The look of utter desire in his eye made it clear
what his intentions were. Tina held out her right index figure which was
easily enough to hold John at bay. "I just want to try one more thing," she
said.

She walked over to the heavy punching bag that she'd had installed in the gym
for John's benefit. It was a professional quality three hundred pound bag.
Until this very moment she hadn't paid any attention to it once it was
installed. The punching bag was held by a heavy chain from the ceiling. Tina
walked over the pulled back her fist and hit the bag with such authority that
the chain broke and the bag flew twenty feet though the air and stuck the
opposite wall with such force that it exploded on impact.

She went over to John, lifted him up in her strong arms and said, "Fuck me
now, John. Please, fuck me hard!"

Once they had gotten that out of the way - along with another shower - they
found themselves at an old practice track of the university they both
attended. The track was at a relatively remote location that not that many
people knew about. Tina and John had the entire track to themselves.

It was a quarter mile track which is one of the reasons it wasn't used anymore
since college track had long ago gone metric. "Let's have a little race," Tina
suggested.

"Aw, come on, Tina, you know that you can run way faster than I can." John was
no runner, but he was an excellent all-around athlete in superb condition, and
like most athletes, he did do some fitness running.

"How fast can you run a quarter mile?" she asked.

"Flat out, I can run a quarter mile in a little less than a minute - maybe
fifty-eight seconds," he replied. "My personal fastest quarter mile is
fifty-six seconds."

"Okay, that sounds good," said Tina, "I'll run a mile in the time it takes you
to run a quarter mile. We'll start with that."

Tina and John lined up together and John said, "Ready... Go!" Tina allowed him
a head start of five steps before taking off. She zipped past him before he
got to eight steps. As John was rounding the first curve, Tina zipped by him
again.

Despite her speed, Tina's stride did not resemble a sprinter. She was running
with the relaxed, long stride of someone taking a leisurely jog. That's
because the pace she was currently running was like a jog to her.

Just as John passed the two hundred and twenty yard mark, Tina lapped him for
the second time. She lapped him for the third time as he was going around the
second curve. Just before reaching the finish line she passed him for the last
time even though he was running flat out as hard as he could.

Gasping for breath John looked at the stopwatch in his hand. He clicked it off
when he crossed the finish line, not when Tina did. "I ran that in -"

"Let me guess; you ran that in fifty-five seconds," Tina said.

"How did you know that?" John asked.

"I knew it was at a slightly faster pace than sixty miles per hour," she said.

"You mean to tell me that you have your own internal speedometer?" asked John.
He knew that his girlfriend was capable of some remarkable feats, but that was
almost beyond belief.

"Sure... I'll prove it to you later," she said. Then she went up and gave her
out-of-breath boyfriend a big kiss.

"Not that I'm complaining, but what was that for?" he asked.

"You just beat your personal best quarter mile by a full second," she replied.
"Congratulations!"

John thought to himself how lucky he was to have a gorgeous girlfriend who was
so sweet that she would congratulate him for beating his own personal best
quarter mile time when she just ran a mile in less time.

"You didn't even look like you were pushing yourself," John said of her
remarkable less-than-a-minute mile run.

"I wasn't."

"So... how fast could you run a hundred yard dash, for example, if you were
going flat out?" John asked.

"If I was really going flat out, I don't think you'd be able to time my
hundred yard dash time with a manual stopwatch. I don't think you'd be able to
move your thumb fast enough to push the button twice between start and
finish."

"Okay... do you think you could maintain your fastest sprint pace for... I
don't know... a mile?"

"Oh, sure, with ease," Tina agreed.

"In that case, why don't I time you running one mile at your fastest sprint
pace?' John suggested.

"Sounds like a plan," Tina said enthusiastically. She sat on the ground and
started to take her running shoes off.

"Why are you doing that?" John asked.

"Believe me, sweetie; if I run full out for a mile, these shoes will not
survive the ordeal. Disintegrating shoes will only slow me down!"

So now a barefoot Tina lined up at the starting line. John gave out the
command, "Set... go!" and off she went in a blur. Tina ran so fast that it was
difficult to follow her with naked eye. She maintained a perfect pace as she
completed the first quarter mile lap in a miraculous five seconds. Maintaining
that exact speed, she whizzed by John again at ten seconds, yet again at
fifteen second and crossed the finish line at a blistering twenty seconds!

John was so stunned he nearly dropped the stopwatch. "I can't believe it. You
ran a mile in -"

"Twenty seconds flat," Tina finished his sentence.

"My God, Tina!"

"Shouldn't you be saying 'My Goddess'," she giggled. She never got tired of
that joke.

John could not quite wrap his head around what he'd just witnessed. "How...
How fast is that?" he asked.

Tina's looked up and did a quick calculation in her head. "That's exactly one
hundred and eighty miles an hour," she said.

"You can run one hundred and eighty miles an hour! How long can you maintain
that pace?"

"Not too much more than a mile," Tina replied. She was fibbing slightly. She
was pretty sure that she could maintain that pace for at least five miles, but
she could see that this was information that she was going to have to ease
John into. She decided to distract him for now.

"Now, I want you to jump up on my back," she said.

"Huh? Why?" he asked.

"Because I'm going to demonstrate that I can maintain a pace of EXACTLY sixty
miles per hour. I'm going to run a mile with you on my back, and I bet you I
will cross the finish line at exactly one minute."

"What's the bet?" John asked.

"This bet will determine which one of us gets to play "master" and who gets to
play "slave" tonight," Tina suggested.

"You're on!" said John. He figured this was a win-win deal. Once he was on her
back, Tina trotted over to the starting line.

"I'll prove I can maintain a pace of exactly sixty miler per hour. I'll run
four miles with you on my back. I want you to keep an eye on the stopwatch and
see if I don't run four miles in EXACTLY four minutes."

"Ready... go!" John shouted as he started the stopwatch. Sure enough, Tina ran
at a fast, but steady pace. John held on tight to Tina as she sped around the
track. She did exactly as she predicted and ran four miles in exactly four
minutes. Not only that, but John kept his eye on the stopwatch, and she
crossed the one mile mark at exactly one minute, the two mile mark at exactly
two minutes and so forth.

Ironically, when they were finished, it was John who was breathing heavy. He
was tired out from holding on and being bounced up and down. Tina didn't look
tired in the least. "Well?" Tina asked.

"It's just like you said," John confirmed. You maintained a pace of exactly
sixty miles an hour.

"That means I win the bet," said Tina. "That means that tonight I get to be
your love slave!" She was very excited.

"How long could you maintain that pace with me on your back like that?" John
asked.

"Oh, probably not that long - maybe fifty or sixty miles," she said. "Now
let's see if you can keep up with me with you on your bike," Tina suggested.

"But, Honey, I know I can't ride my bike one hundred and eighty miles an
hour," John pointed out.

"I'm not talking about running flat out," she said.

They had driven Tina's Jeep to the track, and brought John's trail bike with
them. There was a park nearby with a five mile circular hiking/bike trail. In
was a relatively smooth trail, and John was a pretty strong rider. Tina asked
him to complete the five mile course as fast as he could on his bike.

Meanwhile Tina wanted to see how many times she could run the five miles in
the time it took John to ride that distance on his bicycle. She wasn't going
to sprint because she knew that she would be covering the five mile distance
multiple times. She decided to maintain a pace of about one hundred twenty
miles an hour.

John completed the course in twelve and a half minutes for an average speed of
twenty-four miles per hour. At her speed of one hundred and twenty miles per
hour, Tina completed the course five times for a distance of twenty-five miles
in the same twelve and a half minutes it took John to ride the course on his
bike.

When they were finished, John was not even surprised. "I think I'm finally
over it," he said. "I don't think you can surprise me anymore."

"Is that right?" Tina asked. "Try this," Tina suggested, "Take off riding
again, and I promise I'll show you something that will surprise you."

"What?" asked John.

"Just do it," Tina said, "I promise that you'll be pleasantly surprised." John
liked the sound of that so he took off riding along the five mile trail again.
Suddenly Tina was running alongside him easily matching his pace.

"You already proved you can run a lot faster than I can ride," he said.

"Yes, but I haven't shown you this," she said. She reached out and grabbed the
crossbar on John's bike with one hand. His feet were still peddling as Tina
lifted both wheels of the bike with John still on it off the ground. She
continued to lift until she was holding the bike fully extended over her head.
As she ran, she began to pick up speed.

"Whoooooaaaaaaaa!" John shouted as Tina ran while lifting him and his bike
over her head and holding if perfectly still. She kept going faster until she
picked up her pace to a full one hundred and twenty miles per hour. She would
have increased her speed to one-eighty miles per hour, but she was worried
that John would not be able to hold on at that speed. As it was he had to hold
on for dear life.

John could not believe how exhilarating it felt to be carried like this - bike
and all - as his super-powerful girlfriend ran at a speed no human should be
able to run. He could feel the wind whipping through his hair. His heart was
beating like a jackhammer. Finally, he could not contain his joy any longer.
"Tina, I love you so much!" he shouted. "I can't believe how lucky I am to
have a girlfriend who is as beautiful and sweet and strong and sexy and smart
and so ... so AMAZING as you."

Tina suddenly stopped. She stopped so fast that his momentum sent John flying
over the handlebars of his bike. He flew forward ten feet or so and could see
the ground coming towards him quickly. When Tina saw what her sudden stopping
had done she dropped the bike and, reacting with lightning fast reflexes, ran
forward and scooped John up just before he hit the ground and most likely
seriously injured himself.

Cradling the much bigger boy safe in her arms she quickly covered his face
with kisses and said, "I'm so sorry, darling, can you ever forgive me?" She
continued to pepper his face with kisses making it almost impossible for him
to answer.

Finally she stopped kissing him and said, "Please, my love, tell me that
you're okay." John could see that she had tears in her eyes.

"I'm fine, baby, I'm fine," he assured her, "But what made you stop so
suddenly?"

"I... I became overwhelmed by the sweet things you said to me. I wanted to
stop and tell you that I was the lucky one to have a lover as sweet and caring
and gentle and wonderful as you!"

"I guess we're both pretty lucky," John concluded.

"Unfortunately I was so anxious to stop and tell you that I didn't consider
the consequences of stopping so suddenly. I feel like such a dummy!"

"Don't worry about it, sweetie, everybody makes mistakes. Now you know how the
rest of us feel."

"Anyway, that's enough testing for today," Tina decided. "I can't believe I
almost hurt you like that."

"It's okay, baby," said John, "You were also the one who saved me."

"Just the same, I'm not going to let you out of my arms for the rest of the
day," Tina said. True to her word, she carried John and his bike back to her
Jeep and carefully placed John in the passenger seat. When they were back
home, she ran around to the passenger side of the Jeep before John could get
out and carried him up five flights of stairs to her apartment.

For the rest of the day and night, she carried him or sat with him in her lap.
The entire time, she held him against her body. He sat on her lap as she fed
him his dinner. She walked back and forth with him and rocked him in her arms
like he was her baby.

"For the rest of today, your feet don't touch the ground," she said. John made
a few feeble protests, but Tina knew that he enjoyed being pampered and
protected this way. She knew that he loved being reminded that her hard, dense
muscles and her feminine body contained immense strength that was many times
greater than his.

When she later carried him to bed that night, just like she promised, she
happily told him she would do whatever he wanted her to. She was touched to
discover that what he wanted most was just to fall asleep cuddled in her
strong arms with his head resting on one of her soft, warm breasts while he
gently sucked on the other. "My sweet, sweet baby" she whispered as he drifted
off to sleep.

The next day, Tina was still eager to test the limits of her strength, speed
and endurance. She decided to start with endurance. She wanted to see how long
she could keep up a running pace of sixty miles per hour. She ran alongside an
old rarely used abandoned highway while John followed along in her jeep. He
set the cruise control for sixty.

Tina kept a steady and exact pace. After four hours running in one direction,
they were two hundred and forty miles from where they started. John gassed up
the Jeep, and they decided to run back towards home. "Aren't you tired at
all?" John asked.

"I am a little," Tina admitted. She felt the way most athletes feel after a
light workout. She was mildly fatigued but very, very far from worn out. She
was able to keep the same pace on the way home. When she got to within ten
miles of where they started, she started to pick up the pace to one hundred
and twenty miles per hour. When she realized that John was not comfortable
driving that fast, she circled back around.

"I want to push myself these last ten miles," she explained, "But I don't want
to leave you behind."

"What do you suggest?" John asked.

"How about this?" Tina scooped up the Jeep with John still in it and ran the
last ten miles carrying John and the more than two ton vehicle over her head.
She kept her pace at sixty miles per hour because that was the speed limit,
and she didn't want to get a ticket.

When they got back home, John asked, "Are you tired now?"

"I'm more tired than I was before," she admitted, "But don't worry I still
have enough strength to carry you up those five flights of stairs." She began
to pick him up

"Wait a minute," John said.

"What?" asked Tina.

"I want to carry you this time," he said, "You're not that heavy, and I'm not
exactly a weakling."

"I know, baby, it's just that..."

"I know that I'm not nearly as strong as you are, and you know that I love
your awesome strength, but I can be romantic too, you know? Besides...."

Besides what?" Tina asked.

"I want to take care of you this time," he said with a sweet, shy smile. Tina
looked deep into John's dreamy brown eyes. She could easily get lost in those
eyes.

Without another word she jumped up into John's muscular arms and said "Take me
home to bed!" She pretended not to notice when he began to breathe heavy at
about the middle of the fourth flight.

The next morning John said, "Okay, so we've determined that you can't be hurt
with a baseball bat or even a metal bar to your abs and tits. You can sprint
at a speed of one hundred and eighty miles per hour and you can maintain a
speed of sixty miles per hour basically all day. In fact, you can run sixty
miles an hour for ten miles even while carrying a Jeep that weighs almost two
and a half tons. Basically, you're Supergirl."

"You forgot to talk about how pretty I am," Tina pointed out. At the time she
was wearing a tiny red bikini top that barely contained her huge double-D
breast and showed off her ripped abs. Below he had on a pair of cut-off shorts
that barely covered her tight, bulbous ass. By any objective standard, Tina
looked incredible scrumptious.

"Who said you were that pretty?" John teased.

"And I quote: 'I can't believe how lucky I am to have a girlfriend who is as
beautiful and sweet and strong and sexy and smart and so ... so AMAZING as
you'." Tina used her photographic memory to repeat the exact words John had
said to her two days before. "You mentioned both beautiful AND sexy in that
little tribute to my awesomeness," she pointed out.

"Ah! But I didn't say 'pretty'," John countered with a sly grin.

Tina flexed her muscles. As always, John was transfixed by the vision of her
big, hard biceps forming impossibly perfect mounds of feminine power. "You
mean you don't want to come over her and kiss and lick my strong, dense
muscles?" she asked.

"Maybe," John replied noncommittally

She walked over to him and hugged him and pressed her head lovingly on his
manly chest. He could smell the freshness of her shining hair. His hands
naturally slipped down and cupped the round, firm cheeks of her exquisite
derriere. He gave them a gentle squeeze.

"You mean you don't like to rub your big hands all over my fine, tight ass?"
she asked.

"I... uh... it's okay I guess," he said. He was trying not to seem too excited
and failing.

Tina reached up on her tippy toes and tilted her head upwards. She looked at
John with half closed eyes. She licked her lush lips to moisten them. His head
was tilted down towards her. "Tell me I'm pretty, and I'll let you watch as I
test my limits in a new way today," she whispered seductively.

"What are you going to test today?" John asked.

"My super-strength," she whispered.

"I think you're pretty, Tina; I think you are very, very pretty. I think that
you are the prettiest girl I've ever seen in my entire life. If I live to be
ten thousand years old I don't think that I would ever meet a woman as pretty
as you!"

"That's what I thought," she said confidently. She closed the distance between
their lips took a looooong sip of John's essence. They stood there kissing for
several minutes, neither one wanting this intimate moment to end. The only
thing that gave John the heart to pull away from Tina's kiss was the even more
thrilling prospect of watching her sexy body lift very, very heavy objects.

He broke away from her and said, "Let's go, honey, I want to watch you lift
heavy stuff." He was as excited as an eight year old child on Christmas
morning.

Tina really didn't have a concrete plan in mind to test her strength. She and
John just started walking down the street looking for something heavy to lift.
Tina began thinking out loud. "Let's see... we know that I can lift my custom
made two ton barbell and do one-handed reps with it for longer than it takes
me to jack you off with my free hand."

"True," John confirmed.

"Then again, the sight of me pumping two tons with one hand while I jerk you
off with my other hands gets you so excited that you usually have an orgasm
within about thirty seconds," Tina pointed out.

"True again," John agreed with a silly grin.

"So, we'll start with the knowledge that I can easily lift two tons with one
hand and go from there."

"As crazy as that sounds, it also sounds reasonable," John said.

They walked over to a nearby supermarket parking lot. As they did a
middle-aged man was getting out of his SUV. "Excuse me, sir," Tina approached
him.

The man looked at her and said, "Oh my gosh! You're Tina Truex!"

"Yes, sir, I am." Tina was used to this reaction since she was the most famous
athlete on Earth. After she got the man to calm down by giving him her
autograph, she asked him what year and make his car was. It was a 2013 Dodge
Durango. Fortunately the parking lot received a strong Wi-Fi signal so John
was able to look up the average curb weight of a 2013 Dodge Durango on his
smart phone.

After determining that the car should weight around 4,700 pounds, Tina asked
the man politely is he minded if she lifted his car over her head. Thinking it
was a joke, the man gave his consent. He was secretly looking out of the
corner of his eye for the secret camera he was sure was filming all of this
for what he assumed was a new prank TV series.

Meanwhile, Tina squatted down and placed her hands under the SUV. Lifting with
her legs, she smoothly lifted the car up, and then over her head. She extended
both arms over her head, getting a feel for the weight. When she was sure it
was okay, she lowered one hand and began to do one-handed reps with the Dodge
Durango.

The owner of the car stood there in stunned silence. After ten or fifteen
reps, Tina lowered his car back down to the pavement and thanked him. The man
replied "You're welcome." Neglecting to even go into the supermarket, the man
immediately drove home and gave his wife the fucking of her life!

Tina and John repeated similar scenes with the owners of a 2012 Cadillac
Escalade EXT (curb weight 5,900 pounds), a 2009 H2 Hummer (curb weight 6400
pounds), and a Ford F-250 4X4 pickup with a crew cab, and eight-foot bed (curb
weight 6,682 pounds). However the pickup truck also had a payload of 995
pounds of cinder blocks in its bed for a combined weight of 7,677 pounds.

Each time the outcome was the same; Tina was easily able to lift the massive
weight. Each time she was able to do one-handed reps, and each time the owners
of the vehicles - regardless of gender - went home and had earth-shaking sex
with their spouses.

Tina quickly grew bored. Then she saw just the thing she needed to truly push
the limits of her strength. Across the street from the supermarket was a Honda
dealership. There on their lot was a trailer full of five brand new Honda
Civics that had not yet been unloaded.

She thought, "How perfect! A Honda Civic was the first car I ever lifted over
my head."

When John saw the glint in Tina's eye and realized what put it there, he said,
"Oh no, Tina, don't even think about it."

"Too late!" she gushed and ran across the street to the car lot. John followed
her, but he did not feel good about it.

They arrived just as the driver was finishing uncoupling his semi-truck from
the trailer full of cars. The driver got out of his truck to double check
everything.

Tina approached him. "Excuse me, sir." After they got the "You're Tina Truex"
conversation out of the way, Tina asked him how much the combined weight of
the trailer with the five Civics was.

"It comes in right at 17,000 pounds," the driver replied. "Why?"

"Because I'm going to lift that whole weight over my head," Tina said with
pride.

"That's impossible," the driver responded, "No human being can lift even
one-tenth that much weight."

"Please, don't egg her on," John said to the driver.

"Egg her on? I'm saying that it's impossible."

"Do you mind if I try?" Tina asked.

"Hell, yes, I mind if you try," the driver said, "Until the dealership signs
off on those cars, I'm responsible for what happens to them."

A few minutes later, that was no longer the truck driver's problem since the
dealership manager came out and officially took possession of the new
vehicles.

Tina still faced resistance however. The manager was just as reluctant to let
her try to lift a trailer loaded with five new vehicles as the driver was.
Tina ended up overcoming this obstacle by buying all five new cars as well as
the trailer they were loaded on.

"What are you going to do with five new cars?" John asked his girlfriend.

"Christmas will be here before you know it," she replied.

Once the five Hondas and the trailer belonged to her, Tina started to get
under the trailer so she could lift the massive weight.

"Please, don't do this, Tina," John begged.

"Look in my eyes, John," Tina said, "Do you trust me?"

"With my life," he replied.

"Then believe me when I tell you I can do this."

"But how? You've never lifted anything even close to this heavy before."

"I can't explain how I know; I just do. Now stand back and prepare to be
amazed," she said. She squatted under the trailer and placed her hands on its
underside. Lifting with her legs, she began to push upward. Slowly, the fully
loaded trailer began to rise.

John's heart began to beat so hard that he thought it would burst through his
chest. He broke out in a cold sweat and his hands began to tremble as he
watched the beautiful, sexy 5'2" object of all his earthly lusts slowly
straighten out first her legs and then her arms as she lifted eight and a half
tons over her head.

As the trailer rose, so did his rock-hard penis! Every day with Tina was a new
and incredible adventure. But this? This surpassed everything. This surpassed
everything by the power of ten!

As Tina held the massive weight over her head, she looked at John. "How does
it feel to know that your gorgeous girlfriend is THIS STRONG? I can lift
17,000 pounds over my head, baby, and I'm doing it just to impress you."

"Don't tell me that this is easy too," said John.

"I won't," said Tina, "This is heavy... even for me." As she said this she
slowly began to lower the trailer back down. Once it was safe on the ground,
she gave the trailer back to the dealership in exchange for them agreeing to
store her five cars until she decided which of her friends to give them to.

As soon as that was settled, Tina threw John over her shoulder and sprinted
back to her apartment building and up the five flights of stairs. She could
hardly wait to get him into bed. John was at least as excited as she was. She
ripped both of their clothes off and tossed him onto her bed. The two spent
the next eight hours in a marathon love-making session for the ages.

Every time John thought that he could not possible go another round, Tina
would start talking to him seductively about how her body, strength and power
was all for him. She talked about the way she loved the feel of his hands and
lips all over her powerful, muscled body. She reminded him that he was the
only man alive who had the privilege of making love to her. She told him that
she was going to spend the rest of her life taking care of him and making him
happy because she knew that he would take care of her and make her happy too.

She always knew what to say and do to him to make him hard again and again and
again.

The next morning, when John woke up, Tina was already awake. She looked like
something was bothering her. "Is anything wrong?" he asked with concern.

"I... I'm a little upset," she replied.

"About what?"

"I was able to lift that trailer loaded with the five new Civics over my head,
but I had to use both hands," she said. "Also, I wasn't able to do reps with
that much weight."

"Honey, what you did was incredible, remarkable, stupendous and unprecedented!
Don't make yourself crazy thinking about the things you can't do."

"No... I'm sorry, sweetie, but I can't agree. Don't you see? Up until now,
everything I've tried to do athletically has been easy for me. Lifting that
much weight was hard. But it's given me something to work towards. I've just
now decided that I'm going to start working on my upper body strength. The
next time I try to lift eight and a half tons, I'll be able to do it with one
hand. That's a promise!"

John's heart began to flutter with anticipation. He knew that Tina always kept
her promises. Always!

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