Little Sister Is A Big Bully

[phil123]

Don't think Lola and Kylie will just give the car to her dad. Perhaps he has to do a  sexual photo session in and on the car with dad taking the pictures.

Please continue.

[ame3cv62]

Would love to see lola kick some male ass again

[grbaclig]

Part 3, Chapter 41

        Dad was giddy as he unlocked the door and slid behind the wheel of the Huracan, his hands caressing the interior as he settled into the seat, and put the keys in the ignition.  Dad smiled from ear to ear as the engine roared to life.  “Well, will you listen to that,” dad said.  “It's beautiful.”
        “Why don't you take your new car out for a ride, daddy?” Kylie asked, a nasty smile lighting up her face as she walked to the rear of the car, tracing her fingers along it's shining white paint job.
        “I think I will,” dad said as he closed the door.  “After all I've been through, I deserve this.”
        “You totally deserve this,” Kylie said as she ran her fingers along the beautiful car's spoiler.
        Dad gunned the engine on his new Lamborghini, tightened his grip on the steering wheel, popped the clutch, and hit the gas.  And nothing happened.
        The wheels of the car spun freely in the air, held aloft by Kylie, who had hooked her fingers under the car's rear bumper frame, and was holding the rear end just an inch off the ground.  Dad was the last one to realize what was happening, and I saw the disappointment in his eyes as he glanced in the rear view mirror and saw Kylie smiling back at him.  Then the disappointment in his eyes turned to fear as the rear end of his new car rose higher and higher into the air as Kylie slowly lifted it into the air, extending her arms until it was resting on its front end, the front valance panel crunching under the weight of the car, dad clinging to the seat like he was on a rollercoaster.  Then she let the car fall.
        The rear end crashed to the ground in front of her, a horrible sound issuing from the undercarriage as metal bent and rubber snapped inside of the luxury sports car, and the airbag inflated inside, smacking dad in the face and knocking him backward.  Dad wiped blood from his nose and pawed at the door to escape, but Kylie was already in front of him, smiling at him through the driver's side window.  He got the door open about an inch when her right arm shot forward, striking the door with a palm strike that bent the doorframe like tinfoil and smashed the door into the car's frame, wedging it hopelessly shut.  Dad froze for just a moment, then he scrambled for the passenger's side door.  But once again, Kylie was too fast for him.  The instant he began to move she flipped over the car in a round-off, her big coat fluttering around her like a superhero's cape, landing perfectly in front of the passenger's side door just in time to look dad in the face and smile.  Kylie wagged the finger of her right hand in a scolding manner as she delivered a left-handed palm strike that smashed the passenger's side door into the car's frame, trapping dad inside.  “Kylie,” dad pleaded.  “I-I don't know what you're thinking about doing, but please don't do it.  I'm begging you, Kylie.”
        Kylie tossed her hair as she walked around to the front of the car, and climbed up onto the hood in her bare feet.  “You know what, daddy?” Kylie asked venomously.  “You said a lot of hurtful things last night.  But what really made me mad was that you said I was dressed like a whore.  I've told you a million times that women should never feel ashamed of their bodies.  I've told you a million times that women have the right to look, feel and act sexy without being degraded by men.  These are simple facts of life, but you just won't learn them on your own.  So I've decided to teach you a lesson.”
        “I'm sorry Kylie,” dad pleaded.  “You can dress however you want, Kylie.  Please just-”
        Dad's voice died in his throat as Kylie removed her coat with a flourish to reveal a blue bandeau bikini, similar to the one that they fought over when she was 10, only scaled up to fit the immense muscularity of her 13-year old body.  The top strained to cover her hulking torso and huge boobs like a blue rubber band trying to hold back an avalanche, and the bottom plunged so low along her pelvis that it would've made a porn star blush.  “How's this for dressing like a whore, daddy?” Kylie laughed as she ran her fingers through her hair and rolled her hips, her gigantic breasts bouncing and jiggling in the tiny top, her buttocks pumping like pistons, and her bare abdomen rippling with muscle.
        “Oh fuck me,” Allison gulped as she collapsed into me, trembling and breathing erratically.
        Then Kylie rolled her shoulders and stood up straight, her legs together and her arms elevated slightly, as if she was preparing to pose in a bodybuilding competition.  And pose she did.  A bright toothy smile spread across Kylie's face as she cocked her hips, extended her left leg, and raised her arms overhead.  She left her right arm extended slightly, so that her lats bulged and her ribs popped, but she lowered her left slowly, flexing a bicep so big that it peaked above her ear and so well-developed that it looked as though it might tear away from the rest of her arm.  “Just look at this body,” Kylie said haughtily.  I have the biggest, most muscular, most perfectly developed physique in the history of the world.  You wouldn't want me to cover all this would you?”
        “Oh my perfect little muscle princess gets bigger every day!” mom said excitedly. 
        As if Kylie had heard mom, she transitioned to a side chest pose that forced her gigantic boobs to spill over her bulging arms, even as her gigantic pectorals rose up to her chin.  “Aren't you proud of me, daddy?” she jeered.  “The biggest male bodybuilders in the world spend 20 years killing themselves with steroids and crash diets, and they can't even get close to the muscles that I built in 5 years with nothing but hard work and will power.  Not.  Even.  Close.”
        “Kylie, you've made your point,” Dad said.  “Please stop.”
        “Stop?” Kylie giggled.  “Why would I stop?  I love to show off my body.  And Lola loves it, too.”
        On cue, Lola removed her coat to reveal a tiny red bandeau bikini similar to Kylie's, and began to stretch and flex her honey-brown limbs as her black hair shone in the winter sun.  As Kylie pumped her massive chest over and over, reveling in the rocky expanse of her pecs and the pillowy swell of her breasts, Lola climbed onto the car hood holding a tube of oil, licking her lips as she began to crawl toward Kylie like a predatory animal, her ample tween bosom threatening to burst free of her top at any second.  Lola filled her hands with oily white cream and began to lovingly caress Kylie's body, covering them both in a shimmering film of oil, as Kylie hit one bodybuilding pose after another. 
        We were all awestruck, both by how much Kylie had grown since she won the the Mr. Olympia competition, and by the overtly sexual way in which she displayed herself, batting her eyes and puckering her lips as she did a front lat spread that made her nearly as wide as the car hood.  Lola crawled over her hulking mass, kissing and groping, her hands disappearing into the softness of Kylie's breasts and sliding along the impossible hardness of Kylie's cuts.  “This is too much!” dad said, closing his eyes as Kylie got down on her knees, and Lola straddled her back.  “Stop this at once!”
        “Oh no you don't!”  Kylie ordered, slamming her hand on the car hood with such force that the passenger side airbag erupted.  “Daddy if you don't open your eyes right now I'm going to fold this car up like tinfoil, with you inside, and throw it into the ocean.”
        Reluctantly, dad opened his eyes, just in time to see Kylie smoosh her enormous oil-covered breasts onto the windshield, laughing as she did.  “Just look at these boobies,” Kylie said haughtily.  “These are the most famous breasts in the world.  You wouldn't want me to cover these up, would you?”
        Kylie gyrated as she rubbed her breasts on the windshield, while Lola undulated seductively on her back as if she were riding a mechanical bull.  “Aren't you proud of me, daddy?” she jeered.  “Thanks to digital advertising, my breasts make me more money in a week than most men make in a year.  I make more money off social media advertising than any other man or woman alive, and almost every day some pervert offers me a million dollars just to look at these babies.”
        "I wish I was a millionaire," Allison sighed, her lips trembling.  "I would give it all for just a peek."
        Dad looked absolutely sick as Kylie turned around, and smooshed her round oil-covered butt against the windshield.  “Just look at this ass,” Kylie said haughtily.  “This is the biggest, tightest, most perfectly shaped butt in the world.  You wouldn't want me to cover this up, would you?”
        Kylie pulled her butt off the windshield and began to twerk, as Lola began to spank and caress her buttocks.  Kylie's glutes were as big and round as basketballs when relaxed, but when she flexed them they hardened into curled slabs of striated muscle resembling truck tires.  “Aren't you proud of me, daddy?” she jeered.  “My butt is mentioned in 8 of the top-10 hip hop songs on the billboard chart,”  And it has its own Insta account, which has more followers than Major League Baseball.”
        “Okay Kylie you win!” dad cried.  “I'll never judge a woman's clothing again!  Just stop!”
        Kylie laughed as she took Lola in her arms, and they shared a deep, passionate kiss, punctuated with groping hands and grinding hips.  When they had finished, Kylie hopped off the car hood and grabbed the driver's side door of the Lamborghini and tore it away from the car as easily as she would open an envelope.“If you ever say anything about the way I dress again, I'll do something that makes this look like an Easter Sunday mass.” Kylie growled.  “And I'll do it in public.”
        “Okay,” dad whined as he stepped out of the ruined auto.  “But... can we at least get my car fixed?”
        “No,” Kylie laughed as she grabbed the sill on the driver's side and flipped the Lamborghini onto its roof as easily as she would spread a bed.  “I'm afraid it's been totaled.”
        “My car...” dad moped as he stood among the shards of broken glass and pooling oil
        “Like I said,” Kylie laughed.  “This is a gift and a lesson.  A gift for me and a lesson for you.”

[havok1209]

Seek therapy.

[phil123]

Hope Allison and mom would get much bigger too.

[Jeremy Lightning]

Yeah, I enjoyed this episode a lot, a lot of hot stuff going on, the posing with the sexiness, and of course, Kylie completely destroying her dad's car, seemingly with ease, that was hot in and of itself.  I look forward to more! K+!

[grbaclig]

Part 3, Chapter 42

        Dad didn't say much for the rest of the morning.  After lunch, when Kylie wanted to take us to a sumo training academy, he nodded sheepishly and slouched into the limousine.  Dad and I sat silently in the car as mom and Allison talked about lifting weights and compared their muscles, mom in her capri pants and a too-tight sweater, and Allison in a flouncy blouse and long skirt.  “Check out these legs,” mom said, pulling off her pants to reveal her long, slender and powerfully muscled legs.  “I'm going to compete in my first bodybuilding contest this year, so I've really been going crazy on the squat rack.  My legs used to be so skinny, but now I l just love how they look.”
        “Your legs are awesome, “ Allison said as mom pointed her toes so that her calves contract into chiseled blocks of muscle, and her vastus muscles bunched up above her knee.  “You have slender ankles and knees, and that really makes your calves and quads pop.  It's a totally hot look.”
        “Mom, that's gross,” I groaned.  “Cut it out and put your pants back on.”
        “Oh hush,” mom scolded as she pulled her lacy white panties upward, showing impressive striations along her pelvis.  “You know Richard, if you pumped some iron every once in a while, you could have big powerful muscles like your mom and your girlfriend do.”
        “Not likely,” Allison chuckled, and mom burst into laughter. 
        “Oh you're right,” mom cackled.  “I can't even imagine Rick with muscles as big as yours.”
        “I know,” Allison laughed.  “He's such as wimp.  But hey, check out my chest.  I've been on a powerlifting kick, and I'm not even trying to gain mass, but my pecs are getting crazy thick.”
        Allison pulled down the neckline of her blouse with her thumb and tensed her chest, causing inch-thick pads of muscle to pop up under her creamy white skin, as if from out of nowhere.  “Oh my,” mom said, tracing a finger down Allison's pectoral cleavage.  “Those are thick.  And very hard.”
        I groaned at the idea of Allison and mom fawning over each other for the rest of the ride, but luckily for me the limo stopped in front of the sumo academy a second later, and we all put on our coats and filed out of the car.  Kylie and Lola were waiting outside.  Lola was wearing her glasses, as well as a stocking cap and puffer parka that covered her chiseled physique, looking once more like a mousy young girl instead of a salacious amazon.  Kylie, on the other hand was wearing leather hotpants and a sleeveless leather vest that exposed all of her abdomen and most of her chest, impervious to the cold as she stood casually with her arm around Lola, their breath fogging in the cold air.  “I arranged a tour of this sumo stable for Lola,” Kylie said.  “But you four can come along, too.”
        “I love the idea of a contest that is purely based on power and aggression,” Lola purred.

        The sumo stable was a big wood-paneled room with several rings on the floor, and it was filled with men so big and stout that they were almost spherical.  An old man named Jiro joined us, looking at Kylie with disgust as he explained the rules of sumo as we watched the wrestlers practice.  The wrestlers tried their best to maintain their focus, but the women proved too much of a distraction.  After a few minutes, it seemed like every sumo in the room was either staring at Allison's face or mom's tits, and Jiro had to scold them several times, and remind them to focus.  “This is actually really cool,” Allison said.  “I love seeing people be overpowered and humiliated.  It just does something for me.”
        “Are there any women in this academy?” Lola asked.  “I would love to see them compete.”
        “No,” Jiro said.  “Women are not allowed in the sumo ring.  It is a sacred tradition.  Besides, women cannot be sumo wrestlers.  They should stick to gentle things like ballet.”
        Kylie rolled her eyes sarcastically at Jiro's comment, but Lola reddened with anger.  “We'll just see about that, pendejo,” she huffed as she stomped into the middle of an unoccupied ring. 
        Around the room, the sumo wrestlers bristled.  “You must move at once,” one of them said.
        “Then come and move me, if you can,” Lola said turning her nose up.
        A large younger man shook his head as he walked toward Lola, and extended a hand toward her shoulder.  Instantly, Lola grabbed his wrist and flung him over her head in a perfect judo toss, laughing as he landed on his back outside of the ring.  “Amazons don't follow rules made by men,” Lola declared as she took off her hat and glasses, shaking her hair out into luxurious locks, and unzipping her parka.  “Amazons force men to follow rules made by women.  Let me show you.”
        “Oh God, not this routine again,” Allison grumbled.  “I hate when she sluts it up like this.”
        Beneath her parka Lola was wearing a white one-piece leotard, like women used to wear in the 1980's.  The back was completely open, the bottom was cut so high that the muscles of her Apollo's belt were visible, and the neckline plunged so low that the entire gulf of her cleavage was visible as the bodice squeezed her firm breasts together.  The only part of Lola's body that her leotard covered were her abs, which were plainly visible through the tight fabric.  The sumo wrestlers blushed and looked away.  “What's wrong?” Lola crowed, turning from one wrestler to the next.  “Never seen an Amazon before?  Do my breasts make you uneasy?  Do my muscles make you afraid?  Very well, all you have to do is move me out of your stupid little circle.  That's what you practice doing all day, isn't it?  And I won't even use judo or jiujutsu to defend myself.  I'll beat you using ballet.”
        Finally, a wrestler stepped forward.  He was about 6 feet tall, must've weighed 300 pounds, and wore the loincloth of a ranked sumo wrestler.  As he plodded into the ring, he scattered salt, and stamped before walking to his starting line in the middle of the ring and crouching down.  Lola sneered  and spat on the mat, eliciting groans and gasps from the sumo wrestlers as she walked to her starting line, and crouched down, the thong and narrow back straps of her leotard looking no thicker than pieces of yarn as they stretched over her muscle-cobbled back and thick glutes.  Jiro's face was twisted in anger as he blew his whistle, and the two opponents charged forward. 
        The wrestler threw himself onto Lola, clearly planning to either knock her over with his bulk or pick her up with his arms.  His plan didn't work.  Lola exploded forward with incredible speed, driving her shoulder into his stomach and forcing him up out of his crouch as he grunted in pain.  While the wrestler was stunned from the force of the blow, Lola grabbed his arms, her tiny brown fingers curling around his fat white wrists, and forced his arms down and in by pressing his hands into his stomach near his navel.  The huge wrestler strained to free his arms, pulling so hard that his triceps shook from effort, but Lola held fast, her biceps bulging with rocky hardness and her forearms blooming with veins.  The huge wrestler struggled to drive forward, pushing so hard that his feet began to slip on the mat, but Lola held fast, her legs hardening into terrifyingly shredded columns of muscle from her glutes to her hamstrings to her calves.  “Let me give you a little anatomy lesson,” Lola jeered.  “Women are naturally built with broader hips than men.  Our sweeping thighs and bulging buttocks aren't just beautiful, and they aren't just for bringing life into this world.  Our wide hips also allow us to achieve mastery over balance and flexibility that no man could ever dream of.  Observe.“
        Lola bent her right knee and lifted her right foot off the ground, bearing the wrestler's charge with only her left leg as she stretched her right leg out behind her back and up into the air, until the toes on her right foot were pointing straight up to the ceiling, her body posed like a ballet dancer doing an Arabesque penche.  The wrestler screamed and bore down, straining so hard that his face turned dark red, but still Lola held his arms tight to his body, and still Lola's left leg absorbed the force of his charge.  The wrestler tried to drop his shoulder and to move from side to side, but Lola adapted instantly, turning her foot or bending her leg as needed to neutralize the gigantic wrestler's attack.
        Finally the wrestler, now sweating and trembling, ran out of energy, his body going limp as he slumped forward.  Lola's eyes narrowed into a predatory gaze and she lowered her right leg and released the sumo wrestler's arms, adopting the fifth position of ballet with an arrogant smirk on her face.  The big man took a breath, then screamed again and lunged at Lola, who easily hopped out of his reach using a quick pas de chat jump, returning to the fifth position as his arms whooshed uselessly past her.  The wrestler righted himself to avoid falling over, but as he did Lola hopped back in front of him, smirking.  Then, to the amazement of the assembled wrestlers, Lola grabbed the fat man around his waist and raised him up into the air with an overhead lift.  The wrestler's body flopped about, but Lola remained poised her feet in the first position, her flared back strong and stiff, and her powerful arms fully extended overhead.  “So little stamina and so little body control,” she scoffed.  “You could never survive in ballet.  The ballerinas would humiliate you.  Just like I'm about to do.”
        Then Lola tossed the wrestler completely out of the ring, his immense body slamming onto the ground feet away as the nearby wrestlers gawked in amazement at his defeat.  Jiro was fuming with anger, but Lola laughed and flexed her big sharply cut biceps as she walked around the ring, taunting the crestfallen wrestlers.  “Is anyone in here brave enough and strong enough to challenge this little ballerina?” she demanded, waiting for a response as she kissed her biceps, one after the other.
        Then the silence was broken.  “I am,” Allison said firmly, kicking off her shoes.

[Jeremy Lightning]

I love that it was Lola doing the dominating here, showing off both incredible skill and incredible power, doing an awe inspiring feat of strength by lifting a guy that probably weighed something like 350-450 pounds overhead like a ballerina being lifted by her partner, and tossing him around like nothing! I don't know if she was this strong during the WSM competition, but if it were contested now, I have no trouble believing Lola would win it. Now we can see if Allison could possibly be a third female capable of winning the WSM. I look forward to it! k+!

[thebaron]

Lola will love this easy win.

[ame3cv62]

So hot ,more of lola kicking ass please

[wolflightning13]

I know I'm a little late in the game here, but this is a fantastic story.  Very well written with some awesomely powerful girls.  Keep it going.  Bigger is better in more ways than one.   

[ame3cv62]

Wow,love your stories also (wolflightning)

[grbaclig]

Part 3, Chapter 43

        Lola threw back her head and laughed, her hands resting on her bare muscle-wrapped hips, as Allison began to unbutton her skirt.  “You?”  Lola crowed.  “Don't you remember how I humiliated you the last time we wrestled, Fleabites?  Or maybe you remember it all to well?  Maybe you enjoyed how I dominated you physically and humiliated you sexually?  And you want me to do it again?”
        “I've gotten a lot stronger since then,” Allison said.  “And a lot better at fighting.”   
        Allison removed her skirt to reveal that she wasn't wearing any underwear, proudly displaying her beautiful pink labia and the frock of neatly trimmed red pubic hair that framed it.   All the men in the room blanched with embarrassment at the sight of her perfect 18-year-old vulva, and the confidence with which she displayed it, as she began to unbutton her blouse.  But I was looking at her legs.  Allison always had perfectly shaped legs, like a 1950's pinup girl.  But months of squats and lunges had packed them with muscle, so that their curvaceous outline was accentuated with bulging slabs of muscle. “Va-va-va-voom,” mom purred.  “I just love when she shows off that tight little kitty of hers.”
        “Just how many times have you seen that... little kitty?” Kylie asked mom, raising an eyebrow.
        “Oh, plenty of times,” mom said, winking at Kylie.  “It's sweet as a peach, and just as juicy.”
        “Live your best life, mom,” Kylie said, giving mom a high five as Dad grimaced in anger.
        Allison removed her blouse  to reveal that she wasn't wearing a bra, proudly letting her big creamy DDD tits bounce free as she shrugged out of the flouncy fabric.  All the men stared hungrily at her firm young breasts and the pink areolae and thickening nipples that crowed them.  But I was looking at her back.  Allison always had a svelte and toned back, like a dancer.  But months of deadlifts and pullups had made it broad and thick like a powerlifter, even as it tapered into her trim feminine waist, and her shoulders and triceps showed mass and hardness that most guys would envy. 
        As Allison tied up her hair and rocked back and forth on her heels, I tired to reconcile the curvy porn star body that she showed me on our first night together with the muscle-packed physique that was on display now.  A few months ago, Allison was a gorgeous high school girl with the figure of a supermodel.  Now she was a gorgeous high school girl with the figure of a supermodel and the muscles of an Olympia-caliber bodybuilder.  But she still paled in comparison to the impressively buxom, impossibly muscular Latina tween that glared at her from across the sumo ring.
        “Are you sure you want to do this, Fleabites?” Lola sneered as she traced her fingers along her honey-brown muscle swept-quads, up along her stony obliques and ribs, and up to the swelling EE cup breasts that spilled from her scandalous leotard.  “After all, you are a decrepit old woman of 18 with tiny D cup breasts, and your scrawny little arms can't be any bigger than 15 inches around.”
        “I'm stronger than I look,” Allison said coldly as she walked into the circle to meet Lola.
        “So am I,” Lola cackled.  “However frightened of me you are, you should be more so.”
        “I'm not frightened of you, Lola,” Allison said dryly.  “I just don't like you.”
        For a second the two stood face to face.  Then they lunged at each other like predatory animals, their sleek muscular bodies rippling with power.  Lola seized the initiative, trapping the taller Allison in a Muay Thai clinch, and bending her down until their heads were even.  Allison tried to escape the clinch by sweeping Lola's leg and by pushing on her jawbone, but the 12-year-old vixen was too agile and too powerful to be overcome by basic techniques, and no matter how Allison tried to escape or counter, Lola instantly adjusted her stance to retain control. 
        Unable to free herself from the clinch, Allison instead tried to utilize her reach advantage, throwing three quick uppercuts into Lola's muscle-etched ribs.  Allison's punches were technically perfect, and I could see the power rippling in her lats and delts as she hammered at away at the young amazon.  I shook my head as I remembered the last fight between Allison and Lola, and how Allison's punches bounced uselessly off Lola's rock-hard muscles, muscles that had grown noticeably bigger and harder.  But to my surprise, Lola winced at the impact of Allison's blows, emitting a girly squeak with each blow.  “You have indeed gotten stronger, Fleabites,” Lola said sourly.  “I almost felt your little punches.  But you should know that a woman's true strength is in her legs.  Let me show you.”
        Then Lola hopped into the air and drove a knee squarely into the center of Allison's eight-pack abs, her young body moving with such speed that I hardly saw what had happened.  Allison grunted and buckled, but to my surprise she didn't cry out in pain, collapse to the ground, or allow herself to be pulled lower into the range of more knee strikes.  Her core held tight, even as she moaned in pain.
        Lola then bent Allison downward with all her might, her meaty lats swelling up with power and her triceps popping out like stacks of horseshoes, and launched a knee strike into Allison's chest.  But Allison was ready, and crossed her arms, preventing Lola's knee from striking her body, although she whimpered at the force of blow.  “Not a bad block, Fleabites,” Lola said sourly.  “But tell me, how long do you think your skinny little arms will be able to protect you from my big powerful legs?”
        As if to punctuate her taunt, Lola clenched her legs, causing her bulbous buttocks to ripple with scalloped striations, even as her hamstrings hardened into cables of muscle and her calves contracted into perfectly separated diamonds of muscle, twitching with power beneath her honey-brown skin.  I felt a tingle run through my body, as I began to fear for Allison's life.  There wasn't a speck of fat on Lola's legs to disguise the horrifying muscular power that they possessed, and I felt my stomach toss as she drove another knee strike into Allison's arms.  And another.  And another.  “Oh my goodness,” mom said uneasily.  “M-maybe we should break this up.  Fun is fun, but someone might get hurt.”
        “No,” Kylie said without a trace of emotion.  “Let them fight.  This is getting me hot.”
        “What the hell is wrong with you?” I growled at Kylie.  “Does everything get you hot, now?”
        “Pretty much,” Kylie said, smirking.  “I'm a growing girl, after all.  I was bound to have a sexual awakening sooner or later.  I just hope the world is ready.”
        I was going to ask Kylie what she meant by that comment, but then another knee strike crashed into Allison's arms, and I began to feel queasy.  “Had enough yet, old woman?” Lola taunted.
        “You call yourself an amazon?”  Allison snorted.  “I've had men hit me harder than that.”
        Lola face bent into a furious scowl.  “How dare you!” she spat.  “I'll kill you for that insult!”
        With a yell, Lola leapt up into the air, her left knee hurtling toward Allison's head.  It was just the opening that Allison had been waiting for.  The second Lola left the ground, Allison twisted her body and leapt backward, as if she were diving into the wrestling mat.  And that's exactly what she was doing.  The two girls crashed onto the mat with Allison on top, in side control of the powerful young Latina, her forearm pushed under Lola's chin.  Lola quickly grabbed Allison's free arm to prevent her from punching, and Allison responded by leaning down onto Lola's neck, using leverage to prevent her from lifting her shoulders to punch up or twist away.  “Guess what?” Allison growled. “I got so sick of hearing you brag about your black belt in jujitsu, that I got one too.  Now we're on equal ground.”
        “You will never be my equal,” Lola roared, bucking her hips, her young body moving like a wave of rippling muscles that tossed Allison over four feet away, nearly out of of the ring.
        “Oh goodness,” mom gasped.  “How strong do you have to be to do something like that?”
        “She should be stronger, actually,” Kylie said with a frown.  “If she was following my program faithfully, she would've been able to throw Fleabites clear out of the ring, and the fight would be over."
        Lola stood up and collected herself, brushing her hair from her eyes, and then jiggling her overdeveloped bosom with gusto as she adjusted her leotard.  The wrestlers diverted their eyes from Lola's exhibition, cowed by the power and confidence that she radiated as she gloried in her muscular nubile body.  “Okay Fleabites,” she said.  “You have gotten my attention.  How unlucky for you.”
        With a roar, Lola leapt across the ring as Allison was rising to her knees, and they crashed into one another, both of them now glistening with sweat, every muscle in their bodies pumped and bristling with power.  Lola forced Allison to the ground with ease, laying her on her right side and straddling her midsection as she controlled Allison's left arm.  Allison squirmed, trapped between Lola's bare muscular legs as the young girl laughed at her struggles, and began to grind her crotch against the ridges or Allison's ribs and obliques.  “Ooh,” Lola purred.  “Your body feels so good against mine, Fleabites.  I could get used to grinding on you.  And of course, you cannot stop me, because my muscles are superior to yours.  And of course, so are my tetas.  Here, why don't you feel them?”
        And with a cackle, Lola stretched out and smooshed her breasts into Allison's face, shaking them back and forth in the spirit of the sexual humiliation that she had promised.  “I remember when I was your age,” Allison grunted.  “And my boobs kept growing.  They were so sensitive to touch.”
        And with that Allison began to lick the bodice of Lola's leotard, her tongue moving with the speed of a hummingbird against the outline of Lola's right nipple.  Lola gasped, and immediately her body began to slacken, her toes curling and her lips puckering.  “W-what are you doing?” Lola panted.
        “I'm feeling your tits, just like you asked me to,” Allison said slyly.  “What's wrong?  Don't you like it?"

[grbaclig]

I know I'm a little late in the game here, but this is a fantastic story.  Very well written with some awesomely powerful girls.  Keep it going.  Bigger is better in more ways than one.   

Thanks!

It's always nice to hear kind words from another writer. 

[Jeremy Lightning]

Another really nice chapter, I figured that Allison would have no chance against Lola, seeing how strong, fast, and agile she has shown to be, but Allison seems to have a strategy to at least weaken Lola a little, so yeah, really nice stuff, well written. I look forward to more! k+!