Hannah and Her Husbands Part Two by Sonofjack – written for DTM / Amy's Conquest *** The Below is an extended segment from this story, written for us by the awesome Sonofjack, whose other amazing Amazon themed stories can be found in his own Bookshelf, right here on Diana The Valkyrie, or at our very own Amy's Conquest site! For the Full Story of "Hannah and Her Husbands (Part Two)", please visit our Member's Section at Amy's Conquest (www.amysconquest.com), OR purchase it on its own on our AC site. Thanks all, and as always, hope you Enjoy! *** ********** Brick is working out in his personal gym. He is an elite world-class athlete, and he works very hard to stay in peak physical condition. He does so because of pride and because his wife Hannah insists on it. His special proficiency is in combat sports. Brick is without a doubt the most decorated combat athlete in human history. He began as a professional MMA fighter when he was barely eighteen. He is an undefeated MMA fighter and a world title holder in every major and several minor MMA promotions. When he ran out of credible opponents in MMA he also began kickboxing. The kickboxing "experts" rushed to explain why Brick would not dominate this sport the same way he had MMA. "Kickboxing requires more skill and more discipline," they pointed out many times. It was also thought that at 6'8" and 325 pounds of packed, solid muscle, Brick would prove to plodding and slow to be an effective kickboxer. Brick proved all the "experts" wrong. He demonstrated that he had all the skill, speed and discipline necessary to quickly rise to the top. He is currently undefeated in kickboxing as he is in MMA and the world heavyweight champion in six different kickboxing organizations. He has proved to be equally adept at whatever style he attempts whether it's Muay Thai, Savate or American style. At his size, Brick is an extremely intimidating presence in the ring, and he is even stronger than he looks. If he had chosen to, Brick could have become a world class weightlifter as well as a fighter. Less than a year ago, he made the move to professional boxing. Given his status as a fighter, he insisted that he would not enter a professional boxing ring unless it was for the heavyweight championship of one of the four major sanctioning bodies. Once again, the "experts" gave long odds on Brick winning his first ever professional boxing match to become a world champion. However, they were much less vehement than the kickboxing "experts" had been. Brick knocked out the former champion in the second round. When he announced that he planned on becoming the undisputed champion within the next eighteen months, one of the two remaining world champions announced his retirement. The other champ""who is a unified heavyweight champion for two of the four major sanctioning bodies""has been officially without comment regarding Brick. He has also been approached by professional wrestling. He's had offers to serve as the guest referee in a few major pay-per-view events or to stand a ringside as a guest "enforcer". He's turned all these offers down despite the huge payday for a single night's work. He considers "sports entertainment" beneath him. Brick is not only strong, fast, agile and skilled, he can also take what almost any other fighter in the world can dish out. He is a superb defensive fighter, but even the greatest fighters get nailed sometimes. Brick has been hit with fists, feet, chops, elbows and knees to the face by the hardest hitting men alive, and has never been knocked down in the ring. He's taken all the punishment in the ring that his opponents can inflict, and he always keeps coming at them. It's almost as if Brick has conquered all of the various fighting sports themselves. When it comes to pumping iron, Brick is part of a unique club that can bench press more than twice his own bodyweight. When it comes to deadlifting, he can lift more than three times his own bodyweight. Today he is attempting to beat his personal best deadlift. He's loaded up a bar with 515 kilograms of weight. His previous best was 510 kilograms. His previous personal best is heavier than the current acknowledged world record, but world records don't mean much to Brick. He wants to do more""to be more. Yet in his heart of hearts he knows that no matter how strong he makes himself, he will never be the strongest. He knows that he doesn't stand a chance. He walked over to the massive barbell. His hands are taped. "I'm as ready as I'll ever be." He said quietly to himself. "What are you doing?" a familiar voice sings out. The voice belonged to Hannah, Brick's gorgeous wife and the love of his life. He looked up and saw her standing in the doorway. His heart skipped a beat when he saw the tiny bikini she was wearing. Brick had known Hannah since they were both fourteen. Even still, her beauty took his breath away on a daily basis. She had a gorgeous oval shaped face with delicate cheekbones, full lips that begged to be kissed, green cat-like eyes and a perfect little nose. Her sandy blonde hair cascaded around her perfect face and onto her broadish shoulders and down her back. Her 36G-24-36 figure was on full display. She was facing him so he couldn't see her perfect, round ass, but she must have sensed what he wanted because when she stepped into the room she did a graceful 360 degree spin that gave him a fleeting and tantalizing glance. Hannah's arms and legs were as toned a professional fitness models, and her abs were tight and well defined. Hannah had to be the most perfect, most beautiful example of a human female who ever live, he concluded. And he was married to her. How great was that? It was almost perfect. "I'm going to try to deadlift that," he replied. "How much is it?" "It's 515 kilograms. That's more than 1,130 pounds." "It's 1,135.38 pounds, Honey," Hannah corrected him. "Right, that's what I said," Brick responded with a smile. In truth, it annoyed Brick a little that Hannah had to correct him all the time that way. He might not be able to calculate the kilograms to pounds ratio in his head instantly the way Hannah could, but so what? Still he said it with a smile. He knew better than to let Hannah know that he was annoyed. "That will be a new personal best for you," Hannah stated. Brick loved that she knew that without having to ask to make sure. He loved that she knew the little details of his life this way. "If I lift it," he replied. "You'll lift it," Hannah assured him. This gave Brick a boost of confidence. Hannah never lied. Before Brick got started, Hannah told him to take his shirt off first. "Why?" Brick asked. "Do I have to have a reason to want to see my husband's big muscles when he's putting them to work? Don't ask stupid questions! Do as you're told," Hannah playfully demanded. Brick did as he was told. Standing there shirtless, he did look very impressive. Hannah gave him an approving little smile that made Brick's toes instinctively curl. She liked Brick's muscles. That's one of the reason's she insisted that he work out every day. She looked straight into Brick's eyes and licked her lips in appreciation. Brick felt his dick begin to stiffen. He knew he'd better focus on the lift if he was going to have any chance of making it. "Damn! That's a lot of weight! I ought to have my head examined. Maybe I should wait until tomorrow," he joked. "Oh no, buster!" Hannah protested, "You can't get me all excited this way and then disappoint me. You know how I am when I'm disappointed." Brick's blood ran cold. He did know how his wife was when she was disappointed. He sure as hell didn't want that. Plus, he had her undivided attention at the moment, and he didn't want to lose it. He tapped into his deep well of intensity. "Okay then. Let's do this thing. Any last words of encouragement?" "Yes; pretend you're as strong as I am," Hannah said with a delighted giggle. Brick placed his hands upon the bar and fiddled with his grip for a few seconds. He planted his feet. In order for this lift to count, he had to lift the weight off the floor and stand erect with his shoulders back. He had to stand with his knees straight without stepping forward, back or laterally while the weight was up. He must not rest the weight on his thighs at any time during the lift, and he must maintain control of the weight with both hands the entire time until he returned the weight to the floor. With a mighty heave, Brick lifted the barbell off the floor. Without moving his planted feet he stood up straight with his shoulders back and his knees straight. He'd done it! He was only required to hold his position for about a second, but as he was ready to place the weight back down Hannah told him, "Hold it there for another three seconds." This was a command and not a request. Brick felt like his arms were being pulled out of his shoulders, but he obeyed Hannah's instructions. He held the more than half a ton while Hannah counted off (very slowly it seemed to Brick), "One..Two..Three!" Then he set the barbell back down to the floor in a controlled manner. Hannah ran over to Brick and reached up to hug him around the neck. She had to reach since she was just 5'9" compared to his 6'8". She stood on her tippy toes and stretched her body as tall as she could. Brick obligingly stooped down and met her warm mouth with his so she could plant a big kiss on his lips. "That was great, Honey," she enthused. "Yeah, yeah," Brick said dismissively. He was not false modesty. "I mean it, Baby! You've just done something that only maybe one or two other men in the world can do." She rubbed his impressive, muscular chest and then his bulging biceps with her delicate looking hands and added, "And they don't look nearly as sexy as you doing it." Brick was a ruggedly handsome man with close cropped black hair, dark eyes and a square jaw. His nose was broken as a result of a football injury that occurred when he was a boy, but as Hannah hand told him many times, it was broken "in just the right way." Hannah reached around and cupped Brick's muscular ass with both hands and pulled him towards her. Brick could feel her large, firm breasts being pressed against him. Hannah could feel his cock growing bigger and stiffer against her hard body. Despite his body's response to her unspoken invitation, Hannah knew that something was bothering Brick, and she knew what that something was. She turned him loose and walked over to where the massive barbell sat on the floor. "Okay, so you're NOT as strong as I am," she said as she bent over and gripped the bar with one hand. "You're not nearly as strong," she said as she casually lifted the more than half ton weight off the floor with one hand, "And you never will be." Still with one hand, she lifted the bar up to her shoulder and with all too little effort continued to lift the 515 kilograms up over her head. When her arm was fully extended, she began to lazily twist her wrist back and forth twisting the barbell back and forth over her head. "You'll never be anywhere near as strong as I am," she reiterated. "I know that," Brick replied. "Don't pretend like that doesn't turn you on," she said as she locked her eyes on the huge bulge in the crotch of his gym shorts. "I..I won't," he said. "Take off all your clothes," Hannah demanded. "What? Why?" "Shut up! Don't ask questions. Do what I order you to do." Brick knew better than to say another word. When Hannah uses the word "order" she means business. Without another word, Brick stripped off his gym shorts, his underpants and his shoes and socks. When he was naked, Hannah demanded, "Now! Get down on your knees." Brick dropped to his knees. Hannah was still holding the barbell over her head. With her free hand she reached down and grabbed her bikini top. With a flick of her wrist she ripped it off her body exposing her too-amazing-for-words tits. "Don't you think that my tits are amazing?" she asked. "Yes, Hannah," Brick replied. "They're so fucking big and round and firm," she said. "Yes, Hannah." She began to bounce slightly on the balls of her feet causing her big tits to bounce and jiggle in a most pleasing way. "Look at the way they jiggle," she instructed. "That's how you know that they're all natural tits""100% Hannah""by the way they bounce and jiggle." Brick was following the bounce of Hannah's bountiful tits with his eyes causing his head to nod slightly up and down. "Does that nod mean you agree?" Hannah said with a saucy smile. "Yes, Hannah." Hannah began to pump the 1,135.38 pounds up and down with one hand. "See how easy it is for me to lift the weight, that you could barely deadlift, over my head with one hand?" she asked. "Yes, Hannah." "Even though I'm much smaller than you?" "Yes, Hannah." "Even though I'm a petite girl with too-amazing-for-words, 100% natural, bouncing tits?" "Yes, Hannah." "Doesn't that make you insane with desire?" Hannah knew the answer to this question as she did the answer to all of her questions. "Yes, Hannah." Brick replied because he knew that Hannah expected him to. He was much too terrified of his impossibly strong wife to NOT do whatever was expected of him. "Then why aren't you jerking that big, hard cock?" she asked. "Be..because you haven't given me permission to ... ..Yet?" he asked though it was really more of a plea than a question. "Yes, you have my permission to jerk off to my incredible tits and my impossible super strength," Hannah granted, "But you are not allowed to ejaculate until I say so." Brick began to furiously stroke his rock hard cock. "Slow down," Hannah instructed. Brick complied. "Isn't it amazing that a woman as petite and as pretty as me can also possess such amazing power?" Hannah asked. As she did, she held the 515 kilogram barbell out in front of her with her arm fully extended and began slowly twirling it like a baton twirler. "Oh God, yes, Hannah," Brick panted. "You'd like to cum now, wouldn't you?" "Yes, Hannah, please," Brick begged. "Why don't you then?" But Brick wasn't going to fall for that one. "Be..be..because you h..haven't g..g..given me p..permission y..y..y..yet." Hannah could tell he was close to exploding. She decided to toy with him some more. "You wouldn't dare disobey me, would you, Tiger?" "N..n..nooo, Hannah, of c..course not!" "And why not?" the sexy supergirl taunted, "Is it because you're afraid of what I might do to you if you disobeyed?" "Yes, Hannah." "But you're the most feared male fighter in the world, and you're much bigger than I am. Are you really afraid of your petite and sexy wife?" "Yes, Hannah." "But why?" "Be..be..because you're so st..st..strong," Brick stammered. It took all of Brick's considerable will to keep from exploding. Hannah was playing him like an instrument and loving every minute of it. She casually tossed the barbell behind her where it landed on the padded floor and walked sexily over to him. She reached down and easily picked Brick up in her strong arms. She cradled him with one arm under his naked ass and lifted him up to her lips. "Don't cum until your dick is inside my mouth," she told him. He was too overcome with passion to speak, but he managed to nod his head. Hannah held his cock tantalizingly close to her face. "I want to drink every drop of your cum," she told him. Just when Brick was sure that he could not hold out another single nanosecond, Hannah slipped her velvet lips around his cock and took his entire shaft into her mouth and throat. Brick howled like an inhuman beast as wave after wave of man milk spewed forth from his engorged cock. True to her word as always, Hannah swallowed every drop. After what seemed like an eternity of pleasure, Brick went limp in Hannah's super powerful arm. He felt more exhausted than he did after a hard-fought fifteen rounds. Hannah began to carry him out of the gym. "Where are you taking me?" he asked. "Upstairs to my bedroom. I'm not finished with you," she replied. "I'm in the mood for a titty fuck and a pussy pounding. You can handle a few more rounds, can't you, Tiger?" "Yes, Baby, sure," Brick replied. He knew that if he couldn't Gary or Johnny would be happy to take his place. Gary and Johnny were Hannah's other two husbands, and Brick knew that Hannah would happily replace him with one of them if that's what it took to get what she wanted. BRICK'S STORY I first met Hannah when we were both fourteen years old. We lived in the same town, but we went to different schools until 9th grade. I'd always been a very good athlete, but something amazing happened over the summer between eighth and ninth grades. I had this incredible growth spurt where I grew six inches and put of an additional sixty pounds of muscle, and I was big for my age already. As a result, I became the starting quarterback and star of the varsity football team my freshman year. This pissed off a lot of the upperclassmen who'd been working for years to be the top dogs, but that was tough for them. I was the man, and I had the talent and the muscle to hold that spot. Even though I was only fourteen, I had my pick of any girl in high school. From the first time I saw Hannah, there was no other girl I wanted. The first time we met was at a park near the neighborhood where she and her best friend Gary lived. I was hanging around that part of town because I'd heard that Hannah lived over that way, and I was hoping to run into her. Some of the upperclassmen on the football team started giving me a hard time about me being a freshman. There was a tradition at our school where upperclassmen would haze the ninth graders. Mostly it was good natured, but I didn't feel like putting up with it since I knew I was bigger and stronger than any of them. When I saw Hannah and Gary walking towards the park, there was no way I was going to be pushed around in front of her. So I pushed back. I ended up getting into a fight with three upper classmen""two seniors and a junior, and I beat the shit out of them. I could see from the look in Hannah's eyes that she was turned on by this display of masculinity. After the fight, I went over and started talking to her. One of the first things I asked her was if Gary was her boyfriend. I don't know what I'd have done if she said that he was. He was kind of a wimpy looking runt. I wanted to be with Hannah, but even still I would have felt funny about beating him up just because he was her boyfriend. It was one thing to beat the shit out of three athletic older boys who were hassling me. It was something else to destroy some little guy just because you wanted to steal his girl. I was relieved when Hannah told me that Gary and her were just friends. She said it right in front of him, and I could tell he didn't like it. He could see that I wanted to get with Hannah, and she wanted to get with me. He didn't like any of that at all, but what could he do? Before I go on with this story I should say that I'd heard rumors since fourth or fifth grade about a girl at the other elementary school who could beat up all the boys. Even after I figured out that this girl I'd heard about was Hannah, I didn't think much about it. For one thing, most of the guys who went to that school seemed kind of wimpy like Gary. For another thing, even if Hannah was tougher and stronger than most girls and even some boys, I was the freshmen who could beat the shit out of three big and athletic upperclassmen. So Hannah and I started going together, and it was great. Even though we were both freshmen, everyone knew that she was the hottest girl in school and I was the biggest stud. The only problem was that Gary was around too much of the time. And really, even that wasn't all bad. It wasn't like I was jealous of him or anything. I knew that Hannah would never pick him over me. Never. Not in a million years. And to be honest, their relationship didn't even seem to be that close. I mean, it wasn't like they were friends exactly. It seemed to me like he was more like a servant to her""a slave even. She ordered him to perform all kinds of little tasks for her, and he did them. For example, when we would go to the movies, he would sit behind us in the next row, and when Hannah wanted popcorn, she would send Gary for it. Three minutes later she'd have popcorn which she would share with me. It even got to the point where when she would send Gary to fetch something for her she'd ask me if I wanted anything. If I wanted a Snickers bar or Milk Duds or something she'd say, "Gary, go and get us an extra large popcorn and some Milk Duds." After awhile, she would even have him pay all three of our ways into the movie. The poor kid had to get a morning paper route to be able to pay for me to take the girl he was in love with out on dates. Naturally, Hannah would send Gary away when we wanted to make out, and it wasn't long before we were making out a lot. So having Gary around had its benefits, and when it didn't, Hannah got rid of him. That's why I didn't mind all too much. Things were going great until one terrible day when my mother found out that my asshole father was fucking another woman. It wasn't like this was the first time he'd been caught, but this time my mom had had enough. She told him that she was leaving to go stay with her parents in another state. She wanted me to come with her. My dad told her "good riddance" and went over to his girlfriend's place. I didn't want to go, but I sure as shit didn't want to stay with my father either. My mom needed me. What could I do? I told my mom I had to at least go and tell Hannah where I was going. My mom told me to go ahead while she packed our stuff. We were only taking our clothes and a few important things with us because we didn't have much space in the car, and we knew that my dad wouldn't let us take any of the big stuff. I rode my bike like a maniac over to Hannah's. I knew it wouldn't take long for Mom to pack our stuff, and I didn't want her to be in the house any longer than she had to. I figured my dad would get shit-faced and come back to the house after fucking his girlfriend. I was afraid of what he'd do to Mom if that happened. I wanted to beat the shit out of him, but at fourteen, I wasn't ready to do that yet. That would happen a couple of years later. I was crazy that night. I didn't know exactly what I would tell Hannah except that I loved her and to beg her to please wait for me. I'd never actually told her I loved her before this, even though I think she knew it. When I got to her place, Gary was there. I told Hannah that I had to tell her something important. Right after I got there, Hannah had to leave the room for some reason. I don't remember why, but this left me alone with Gary for a minute. I told Gary that I needed to talk to Hannah alone. I asked him to leave. I couldn't believe it when the little shit told me he wasn't leaving. He's lucky I didn't tear his head off and shit down his neck. Instead, I just gave him a little shove just as Hannah was coming back into the room. Instead of asking me what important thing I had to tell her, she ran over to Gary who pretended to fall down hurt from my shove and asked him if he was okay. I don't remember exactly what happened after that, but I know that something in me snapped. Here I was trying to tell the girl that I loved that I loved her and that I had to go away for awhile. Instead of listening to me she was worried about her wimpy friend. The last thing in the world that I wanted to happen happened. Hannah and I got into a fight! I don't mean that we yelled at each other although we did that. I mean that we got into fight. And she easily beat the shit out of me. I don't remember all the details, but I know that she knocked me clear across the room with one slap. I know that she lifted me up by my collar with one hand and held me there like I didn't weigh anything. She proved that she was much, much stronger than I was which made no sense at all because I was taller, weighed more and had much bigger than muscles that her. She was a pretty girl, but she was stronger than any man I'd ever met. I was the guy who beat the crap out of three big upperclassmen, and she easily beat the crap out of me. And when I started crying and begging her not to hurt me any more, she laughed at me. I'd never felt so humiliated in my life. When I got the chance, I ran out of her house as fast as I could and flew home on my bike. My eyes were so full of tears""tears of sadness and shame""that it's a miracle I was able to find my way home. When I got home, Mom was almost finished packing and Dad hadn't returned yet. I could see that she was anxious to get out of there, and all things considered, so was I. We took off and drove for about an hour when it started to snow. Soon it was snowing so bad that we had to pull off to the side of the road. We spent that night wrapped up in blankets and huddled in a freezing car. The next morning we were rescued by the highway patrol and taken to a local emergency shelter where we slept on cots for the next two nights. It was when we were in the emergency shelter that I discovered that I'd lost my phone. I must have dropped it on my bike ride home from Hannah's. If I'd have had my phone, I'm sure I would have called Hannah even though I'm not sure what I would have said to her. I convinced myself that she must have lost all respect for me after discovering how easily she could kick my ass. The thing that first attracted her to me was the way I beat up those three older guys. I didn't want to ask Mom to borrow her phone because I could tell that she had a lot on her mind as it was. Finally when things thawed out enough, we resumed or trip and drove to my grandparents home in another state. I let several days go by without talking to Hannah, and every hour I convinced myself a little more that she wouldn't want to talk to me. It took some time before I could replace my phone because my grandparents didn't have a lot of money and neither did Mom. I got a crappy part-time job to help out which meant that I didn't have time for after school sports. Meanwhile, I sent an email to my friend Jake back home and asked him if he would find out for me if Hannah wanted to talk. He confirmed my worst fears when he told me that he'd talked to her and she told him that she wanted nothing more to do with me. I didn't find out until years later that he was lying. He had a crush on Hannah himself, and we was glad to have me out of the way. I was miserable. I'd lost Hannah, I lost playing sports, I had a crappy part-time job and I didn't really like living with my grandparents. On top of everything else, my grades began to slip. I'd never been a great student to begin with, but now I was academically ineligible. So even if I had time to play sports, I couldn't. No one at my new school knew that I was special. So I started doing a lot of the one thing that I knew I was good at. I started getting into a lot of fights and beating a lot of people up. I guess after getting my ass kicked by my girlfriend, you could say that I had something to prove. Before long, I'd dropped out of school and more-or-less made ass-kicking my full time pursuit. And the more asses I kicked, the better I got at it. I continued to get bigger and stronger as I grew older. And I seriously fucked some people up""not always for very good reasons. I put one guy in the hospital just because he kind of reminded me of Gary. Another guy I beat up pretty bad just because I found out that he was some kind of local martial arts champion. I wanted to prove that I could whoop a skilled martial arts fighter, and I did. If I had kept up like this, I would have ended up in prison where I for sure would have ended up as someone's bitch. I could just see eighteen or nineteen year old me going to prison thinking that I as the badass of all badasses. Sure I was tough and strong and fast, but I fought like an undisciplined animal. Someone else who was tough, strong, fast and skilled would have for sure given me my comeuppance. Luckily for me, it was Mr. Lee that gave me my comeuppance when I was sixteen and before things got to that point. Mr. Lee was the sensei of the martial arts champion that I beat up. After beating him up I actually had the arrogance to go to the dojo where he trained to gloat about it. Mr. Lee who owned the dojo asked me politely to leave. When I refused and even got aggressive about it, Mr. Lee""all 5'8" and 130 pounds of him""forcibly removed me. Two days later I went back and asked him to train me. He told me that he didn't waste time with losers. I told him that I wasn't a loser. He must have seen something in me because he handed me a broom and told me to sweep the floor of the dojo at the end of the day. After a month with the broom, he told me that he would train me if I passed my GED exam within the next three months. I studied like never before and managed to pass the test. Under Mr. Lee's instruction, I was soon the best student in the class. I had the generic gifts to become a world-class athlete, and Mr. Lee helped me find the discipline. He became more of a father to me that my own father, and the other dojo students became my siblings. Steve, the guy from the dojo that I originally beat up, ended up becoming my best friend. I still kept up appearances of being a bad boy because I discovered that a lot of hot girls are attracted to bad boys. With my physique and rugged good looks, I had become a chick magnet. The only problem was, I was still hung up on Hannah. This didn't keep me from hooking up with other hot girls, but I never got serious with any of them. They just couldn't compete with Hannah's cool, sexiness. Of course, they also couldn't compare with Hannah's incredible strength. Every time I thought back to how easily Hannah had overpowered me that night""how much stronger than me she was""I couldn't help but get aroused. On the night of our fight I was trying to grapple with her. I couldn't come close to matching her power, but at one point, my hand squeezed her right bicep. I can still vividly remember how her bicep felt as hard as steel and how it grew in my hand when she tensed up her arm. Her muscle felt so powerful and overpowering and at the same time so wonderfully feminine. As much as these other girls threw themselves at my feet, I wanted to throw myself at Hannah's. I wanted her to dominate me. I want to worship her powerful body. I could barely think about it without jerking off. Sometimes when I was with one of the other girls who liked me, I would close my eyes and fantasize about Hannah lifting me high in the air while the other girl slowly stroked my cock. Then, there were other times when I almost talked myself into believing that maybe I had imagined Hannah possessing such enormous strength. After all, I was very upset the night of our encounter with everything that was going on. Perhaps she only got in a lucky one-in-a-million shot when it seemed like she knocked me across the room. Maybe it only seemed like she was able to lift me off the ground with one hand, Sure she was stronger than most girls her size and age, but did it really make sense that she was twice or three times as strong as me? At times I could almost convince myself that it wasn't true. By this time, I had lost contact with Jake and anyone else from my old high school. When I began to see little snippets of stories about a high school girl who was the star quarterback of her high school football team, I didn't realize at first that the girl was Hannah. Then I saw the first little bit of footage on the internet. There was no mistaking it was Hannah. She was easy to recognize since she played without wearing a helmet. She didn't wear pads at all. She played in a sports bra with the number 36 printed on the front and back. She wore tight football pants without pads to cover her very shapely derri�re. She had grown a few inches since the last time I'd seen her. Her shoulders were broader and her tits were definitely fuller. She ran as graceful as a gazelle with her pretty hair tied back in a ponytail and bouncing behind her. Most of the time she expertly ran around or even jumped over the boys who were trying to tackle her. Sometimes she mowed down boys twice her size on the way to the end zone. By the internet footage I could find, it was clear that she could score a touchdown whenever she wanted by either running around or through the other team or by throwing perfect passes that always dropped right into the arms of her intended receivers. She was a better quarterback than I ever could have been even if I'd been able to stay with the game. She was stronger, faster and more skilled in every way than I was. On defense, she seemed equally able to sack the quarterback for a loss whenever she wanted or to intercept any forward pass the opposing team threw. With her incredible speed and leaping ability, she seemed to be able to cover all the opposing receivers at the same time. With her leading them, my old high school easily became state champs. Meanwhile, right after turning eighteen, I became a professional MMA fighter. With Mr. Lee continuing to train and mentor me and Steve working as my sparring partner and main corner man, I quickly became one of the top MMA fighters. I won my first championship eight months after going pro. I followed Hannah's college football career with much interest. Instead of going to a big school with a recognized football program she opted to attend Medfield College which hadn't won a football game since 1963. With Hannah as quarterback and linebacker on defense Medfield went undefeated in the regular season. However, they largely went unnoticed since they mostly played other small colleges with unranked football programs. At the end of the season, however, they were invited to one of the smaller post season bowl games where they would go up against a ranked team. This game was televised and I watched stupefied as Hannah proved to be just as dominant against players from a ranked college team has she had been in high school. This brought a lot of attention to both her and the Medfield team. As a result, the next year, Medfield played a much more challenging schedule against many universities with nationally known football programs. Hannah went undefeated that season and Medfield only lost one game. What I mean by that is in one game Medfield was playing a university with one of the best known football programs in the country. Even though many of the players on this team were much bigger than Hannah and headed for the NFL, they were still being dominated by a beautiful, sexy, scantily clad girl with huge tits. Since they couldn't do anything to stop her, some of the players on the other team decided to take out their frustration on Hannah's team. They were using every dirty trick they knew such as late hits, elbows to the throat and knees to the cup to try to take out Hannah's teammates. When the third Medfield player was taken off in a stretcher, Hannah decided she'd had enough. She began running straight at the other team's players instead of running around them. At times she even ran out of her way to mow them over on her way to the end zone. On defense, she made a point of taking down a couple of offensive linemen when she went in to sack the quarterback. Eventually a fight broke out. Hannah single-handedly beat up over half the other team. At one point, several of them tried to pile on top of Hannah thinking that they could take her down with sheer size and numbers. Instead, though ten or twelve of them jumped on top of her, she held them for a few seconds and then *POW* it was like an explosion went off beneath them and they went flying away in every direction. I had never seen anything like it. ***** Continued in our Amy's Conquest (www.amysconquest.com) Exclusive, Member's Only Section OR purchase it individually in our site's Updated Format! *****