Hannah and Tamara Finally Meet

Note: This is a continuation of "Barbara Trains her Family" and 
"Barbara's Family's Training Continues"

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Author's Note. A story got lost. No time to rewrite. So here's a synopsis:
Barbara has a long talk with her Mom, convincing her that it's time to wrestle
fuck Dad. As expected it turns out to be the most satisfying sexual experience
of her life. It also turns out to be cathartic for Mike too. After Mary
sexually exhausts Mike, she needs more so she calls Al, the farmhand and
wrestle fucks him into submission. Mike has come to accept that the women in
his family are physically superior, and even accepts with good natured when it
is revealed that even 12 year old Kim has responded to training to the point
where she can bench 30 lbs. more than him, even though she weighs 50 lbs.
less.

A little over a year had gone by. Hannah had finished a year of high school
and was now three months past sixteen. She was very popular at school because
she was hot, but not stuck up like so many. People knew she was athletic and
all the guys could see that she had a great body, big tits, and a great ass.
She wore tight jeans that showed off her ass, but her tops kept her muscles
covered. She was a friendly outgoing person at school, but didn't socialize.
She had sworn Billie to secrecy about her extraordinary physical abilities. He
had tried to get her to go out for the wrestling team, but she had a different
vision quest in mind. Hannah was a free spirit and in her own way, very
spiritual. She felt that she had a feeling of a profound connection with
nature.

She spent most of her time at the farm. When she wasn't helping with farmwork,
always choosing the most physically demanding job, she'd be out climbing
trees, doing rope climbing or swinging out over the pond, working on some
impossible flips into the water.

She wasn't doing any wrestling. There was simply no competition, except
Barbara, and the one time that the two of them wrestled, they found themselves
getting all turned on, which neither were comfortable with, since they were
sisters.

In the year that transpired, Hannah worked out with Al, helping mold his body
for that moment when she would be ready. She wanted him to be ready too, to be
as fit as he could be. But she was so far ahead of him, that she no longer
went into Tamara Syndrome, when she was working out with him. So, she had
trained herself to zone in when she was working out with Barbara, the only
person close to her physical capabilities, even though the male/female
competitive thing was missing. It was true, just the way, she had predicted
it. She had been stronger than Barbara from her gymnastics, then Barbara
passed her again, strengthwise, when she started on the program from Pam and
Tamara and Jill.

In that year of Barbara training her, Hannah had again passed Barbara, not by
a huge amount. Barbara was up to 160 lbs. of muscle now. Hannah had gone to
150, but hadn't gotten any taller. So those 150 were an amazing 150 on a 5'3"
body to die for. She was stronger than Barb, even without adjusting for weight
differences. Both girls were amazing, Hannah was just, more so, as Barb would
readily admit.

It was a hot August day, and Hannah and Barbara were down by the pond. Today
was the day. Mike's cousin was visiting. He was everything Mike used to be,
uptight, chauvinistic, pretty condescending towards women in general. His
three sons, a seventeen year old and eighteen year old twins, were almost as
bad as their Dad.

Somehow, during dinner conversation, it came up that Hannah liked to wrestle.
General guffaws and deprecating remarks followed so Hannah challenged the guys
to wrestle. They hadn't seen her uncovered yet at that point in time. Today
was different. The girls were wearing their usual tiny suits. Hannah had the
same leopard skin bikini as the year before, but with fifteen additional
pounds of muscle, she was testing the boundaries of this suit the same way she
tested the boundaries of everything she did.

Jim, Ben and Joe came down to the pond. Jim was the youngest. "Man, Hannah, if
you weren't my cousin, I'd fuck you in a minute."

"We're not first cousins, you moron, so that wouldn't matter. But if you beat
me today, you can fuck me."

"You mean when I beat you."

"What an idiot," Hannah whispered to Barb. "Can't he see the difference
between us?" Jim was fairly fit and strong. At 165 lbs. he would have a weight
advantage, he thought, but anyone who knew Hannah, knew better. "You want to
wrestle me first, Jim?"

"I guess that would make sense." He stopped for a moment, staring towards the
house, where the lane came in from the highway. "Who's that?" A female figure
started to approach the pond.

"Barbara, do you know who that, is?" Hannah wanted to know.

"Yeah, Hannah, I thought we'd surprise you. Tamara wants to meet you and see
you in action." As Tamara got close, she dropped her stuff and stood face to
face with Hannah for the first time since Hannah was only thirteen. They just
stood and stared at each other. As if in a trance, Tamara reached out and
touched Hannah's abs, and shuddered upon contact. Hannah reached forward and
unzipped Tamara's hoodie, as Tamara put her hand on Hannah's shoulder to
balance herself as she pulled her shorts off. They stood there, Tamara now in
her swimsuit that was as tiny as Hannah's, two of the most perfect physical
specimens on the face of the earth, checking each other out, each in total awe
of the other, each one so flawless, one just somewhat bigger.

"I'll just leave you two alone to get to know each other, I've got to meet
Mark. We'll be back later." Barbara said as she gave each a quick hug, turned
and walked back towards the house.

Tamara spoke first. "You are absolutely amazing. Show me what you got."

Hannah went over to the ropes. "Anyone wanna race to the top?"

"Sure," said Joe, one of the twins. He came over to the ropes. "What are the
rules?"

"When someone says go, we race to the top and back down." Then, under her
breath, "What an idiot." Someone said go and, as usual, Hannah waited until
Joe was half way up, then she rocketed up and back down before he reached the
top. When she got to the ground, she came over and stood in front of Tamara
again. Her arms had gotten a pump from the climb and Tamara reached out and
sensuously ran her fingertips up and down the veins on Hannah's arms, her
breathing shallow and irregular "Now you," whispered Hannah.

Tamara went over to the ropes, now that Joe was done, and stood between them.
Staring at Hannah, she grabbed one in each hand, and proceeded to climb to the
top, hand over hand, one on each rope. She came down and now it was Hannah's
turn to reach out and touch. The two young women were so entranced with each
other that they forgot that the three brothers were even there.

"Hey, sorry to interrupt you two, but weren't we gonna wrestle?"

"Yeah, you first, Jim?" He nodded. Hannah turned and whispered to Tamara,
"When I smile at you, start timing me."

"Let's go." They made their way to a clear spot and locked up. Jim had 5
inches of height on Hannah, but she was sooooo much thicker, something that
hadn't sunk in yet, after all, he was one of those guys who would never accept
the idea of a girl being stronger. After a few minutes of jostling for
position, Jim had Hannah in a full nelson, and was pushing down on the back of
her neck, then lifting up to full length. He was tall enough and strong enough
that when he straightened up, he lifted Hannah off her feet. On the third time
of lifting, Hannah looked over at the twins, and winked. Then she looked over
at Tamara and smiled.

In an instant, Hannah grabbed Jim's hands and yanked them off the back of her
neck, then downwards. She jumped up and back, really high, and came down with
her legs straddling the back of Jim's neck. Before her feet hit the ground,
she had yanked his arms to one side behind her, and secured them with her
right hand, reaching behind her back. She twisted to the left, put her left
arm at the top of his thighs and, as she dropped to her knees, pulled his
entire lower body forward on her left side, backwards for him. Tamara let out
a squeal as Joe screamed in agony, every part of his body twisted horribly and
painfully. Hannah realized that Jim's arms were pretty well trapped between
her powerful back and his twisted back, she let go of his hands. Smiling, she
did a cute, little girl wave, to further emphasize both the absolute control
she had over him, and the ease with which she was doing it.

It happened in less than five seconds. Hannah held the unbelievable hold for a
couple of seconds, then dropped Jim to the ground, his body not moving. Hannah
reached back and grabbed him around the torso, flipping him forward, so that
now he was on his back. Sliding forward, Hannah pushed her womanhood into Jims
face and brought herself off. The twins thought of intervening, but Tamara
discouraged that by standing in between the boys and Hannah with her arms
folded across her ample chest.

After she was finished, Hannah bounced to her feet and came over to stand face
with Tamara. The twins went over to check on their little brother. "Their
little brains are trying to figure out what happened just now. They can't
comprehend how superior you and I are. You alone know how amazing what I just
did was, how I, and you, from what I've heard, perform on another level than
everyone else. But I guarantee if I suggest that I take both the twins on at
once, they'll agree to it."

"It was incredible. Four seconds. I'm sooo turned on right now." Hannah looked
surprised by Tamara's statement. Tamara sensed it. "Hannah, it's okay. There's
something that's just so hot about us. You know it. How can we not be
attracted to each other when we're so superior to these guys all around us?"

"You're right. I feel it too. But, you know what I really wanna do right now?
I've always wanted to wrestle two guys at once, ever since Barbara told me
what you did to those two wrestlers." She turned towards Ben and Joe, the
twins. "He'll be alright. Which one of you wants to go next?" Both boys turned
white. Joe spoke first.

"I don't know, Hannah. I have to admit that you've got some skills there. I
don't know if my strength could overcome them." Tamara and Hannah stifled a
laugh.

"Can't you see that she was not only way more skillful than Jim, she was also
way stronger?

"Well, he's the youngest and smallest and he's not as strong as either of us."

"Let's go then."

"Nah, ... ... .. I think you're a real good wrestler, ... ... .. okay?"

"How 'bout if I wrestle you both at once?" Foolishly, they agreed, thinking
that they might still have a chance to score some tail. They put their heads
together to plan an attack on this obviously, even to their slow minds,
formidable adversary. While they planned, Hannah went back to the ropes. She
grabbed them, one in each hand, as Tamara had done, but she ascended to the
rope, pulling up, then releasing with both hands at the same time, then
re-grasping, simultaneously, all the way up and back down. She walked back
over to Tamara, who was getting more and more enthralled with each passing
second by this younger version of herself. "Maybe that'll take enough energy
out of me to give them a chance," she whispered, holding Tamara's hands and
staring at her beautiful face. "NOT." They both giggled loud enough to make
the guys think they were being mocked, which they were.

The match started. The twin's plan was that Joe would go low and try to
control her legs while Ben went high. As they locked up, Hannah went for her
favorite lockup, her arms on the inside of his upper arms and just below his
shoulders. Ben clearly thought he had the advantage, being on the outside,
until Hannah started applying that inward pressure, forcing his arms up, and
his shoulder area collapsing in with the force of her brute strength. As she
started shaking him back and forth, Joe was trying, unsuccessfully, to do
anything he could to keep her off balance so she couldn't do whatever it was
she was doing above his line of vision.

Soon, Ben's efforts were slowing to a halt. Joe was still trying to get some
kind of movement on her legs when he felt a hand on his shoulder. In an
instant, Hannah spun Joe around so he was facing away from her. He could not
offer any resistance when she pushed his head, facing forwards, between her
muscular thighs, facing upwards. She went back to controlling Ben with both
arms, then exploded backwards into a wrestler's bridge.

So, picture this, Hannah's perfect, powerful body bent backwards in a bridge,
her head off the ground, her arms around Ben's chest while she grinds his face
into the grass. And between her thighs, poor Joe is facing upward, his back
painfully arched, seeing nothing but the muscles in the back of her legs,
pulling on her legs with all his might, to no avail. It bears mentioning that
the guys were each more than thirty pounds heavier than her. Hannah squeezed
and rocked and squeezed some more. Less than thirty seconds later, neither guy
was moving. She let go and their lifeless bodies clomped to the ground. Hannah
turned them both over on their backs, put her hands on their chests and,
looking over at Tamara with a smile, "Maybe next time I'll try all three guys
at once."

" Ohhhh Baby," swooned Tamara. They came to each other checking each other's
bodies out with eyes and hands, both now completely aware that each of them
had only one possible competitor, each other. They completely forgot about the
boys except to serve as a reminder of how easily Hannah had done whatever she
wanted with them. She thought to herself that Hannah probably could take all
three boys at once, she was so quick, so agile and coordinated, and she was
soooooo fuuuuckin' strong. But Hannah had something else. Explosive power. She
could combine that quickness, agility and coordination into a single,
concentrated moment fueled by that brute strength to create an explosive move
that could not be defended against, no matter who her opponent was. Tamara
wondered if Hannah was getting as turned on as she was. While Tamara's mind
pondered Hannah's unique abilities and her hands explored that most perfect of
physiques, suddenly, her reverie was broken. Hannah's as well.

"What's going on here." It was the big booming voice of the big, booming Pete,
Jim, Ben and Joe's Dad. He, along with Mike and Mary were coming down towards
the pond, Pete, alpha male that he was, leading the way. What they saw were
three boys sitting on the ground, seemingly recuperating from something, they
didn't know what. And a few feet away, two georgeous young women, obviously
athletic (to Pete's small brain) groping each other. "I said what's going on?"

Hannah turned to face them. "I was teaching your sons how to wrestle. My
friend Tamara here was watching. Mom and Dad, this is Tamara, you know,
Barbara's friend from the track team." They waved to each other. There was a
tension in the air, mostly caused by Pete, who couldn't quite grasp things.
Tamara was clearly disappointed by the intrusion. She was hoping to take this
beautiful creature somewhere private.

"I'm the one who taught them how to wrestle," countered Pete.

"Well you didn't do a very good job."

"Who do you think you are young missy to talk to me that way?

"You know who I am. I wrestled Jim, here. After I let him think he was
winning, I took less than five seconds to subdue him. Then I wrestled your
older bigger twins here at the same time. It was just as easy for me. They're
pathetic. I'll bet I could beat their teacher too." She was clearly trying to
incite a confrontation.

"You're on. I think after I whup you, I'll turn you over my kneeand give you a
good spanking. MIKE, how do you let your daughter become so disrespectful?
Maybe you haven't disciplined her enough. I woman or girl should know her
place. When do you want to do this young lady?"

"Right now, you stupid old fuck." Hannah was pushing his buttons on purpose.
Mike and Mary seemed amused by how things were playing out. "Actually, in five
minutes, I want my sisters to be here."

Tamara whispered to Hannah, "Why'd you do that? I was hoping you and I could
get to know each other better. He's way bigger than his sons. Looks mean too."

"Then he might have a chance. Today's a big day for me, Tamara. I got to
wrestle and destroy to guys at once, and they were both pretty big guys. On
top of that I got to do it in front of one of my role models, you. I hadn't
met you except that one time, years ago, but from what Barb had told me about
you, I knew I wanted to be like you. This is the icing on the cake. Big Pete.
You'll know why soon. Then we'll have some time together. I'll call Kim. Can
you get Barb and Mark to come quick, before his asshole changes his mind?"
Hannah decided to give Al a buzz too. He was somewhere on the farm. She wanted
him to see. "Tamara, I got some moves I haven't shown yet. I like to do this
thing where I throw someone, and I'm jumping right after them. So I only have
a second to see how they've landed and while I'm hovering over them, make all
my adjustments in the air to land exactly as I want for my next move. It's
very challenging, more challenging for me than the opponent actually is.

The boys were up and about know, telling their Dad how formidable Hannah was,
but he wasn't about to back down now. Pete went to the house to change into
some shorts. Jim noticed a punching bag hanging from a branch at about nine
feet off the ground. "What's this for, Hannah?

"Part of my training. You take a few running steps, jump, and then punch." The
boys were game. Even though they had been twisted into pretzels by Hannah,
they were pretty fit and had recouped pretty well. They were taking turns
trying to punch it. The boys weren't getting high enough to hit fully the side
of the bag, mostly catching it towards the bottom. Pete was just getting back
from the house as Al pulled up in the power wagon and Barbara and Mark hurried
from wherever they were. Kim had also arrived. They all saw Ben's last attempt
to hit the bag. "Tamara, watch this," said Hannah loudly enough for all to
hear, knowing that everyone would watch.

Hannah trotted toward the bag and the boys moved out of the way. When she got
about fifteen feet away she took a couple preparatory steps, then launched
into a twisting flip, landing about three feet from the bag. She exploded
straight up a good four feet. With a jump like that it looks like a person is
floating at the top of their jump. 'Hang Time' it's called. It seemed like a
good two seconds went by with Hannah hanging, then in a burst, punched the bag
with her left hand while twisting to the right. The bag flew fifty feet and by
the time Hannah landed, she was facing and walking back towards the group.
Everyone, everyone except Pete that is, broke into applause. Tamara had a
shuddering orgasm, that's right, without touching herself. "A goddess,"
thought Tamara, hoping no one would notice that she had had one right there.

"I think she'll beat Dad," whispered Jim to his brothers.

"Good, let her. He's an asshole. Getting beat by a little girl like that'll
maybe shut him up."

"Are you ready, old man?" Pete was a big guy. Six-one, two-hundred & twenty.
Strong looking, but with a lot of extra weight around the middle. Pete
indicated that he was ready. But he didn't seem as enthusiastic since he had
seen this girl who was 9" shorter than his sons, get about a foot and a half
higher than them punching the bag. The force of a punch made while hovering in
the air was nothing to sneeze at either. But he wasn't going to back down.

"Before we start. Barbara and Mom, you too Dad, I know were very alarmed at
the intensity I showed when I beat up Dad a year and a half ago."

"You, too," yelled Pete. "She beat you too. Mike. Jeeze, what is it with all
you faggots that you let a girl beat you?"

"Pete, shut up. Let Hannah go on."

"I was very angry at Dad. Dad, do you want to tell them?"

Mike hung his head in shame for a moment. When he looked back up at the group,
his eyes were a little teary. "The last time that Pete was here, without the
boys, a couple years ago, ... ..he...."

"Go on Daddypo. It's alright. I know you've changed. But we still have to get
through this."

Mike took a deep breath. "Pete here sexually molested Hannah and I didn't do
anything about it. I was more concerned about confronting him than about how
it had impacted her. She had every right to be angry, furious and disgusted
with me. I deserved that beating."

Hannah continued. "That's why I wasn't having any kind of sex. I know most
girls my age were doing it, but I think that that awful experience scarred me.
I'm over that part of it now." She looked over at Al and smiled. He smiled
back. At that moment, Mary knew about Hannah and Al. She couldn't have asked
for a better choice for her little buttercup, her amazing buttercup. Al was a
really good guy and talented lover. "Today is the day I've been waiting for.
Pete, I'm gonna fuck you up. Unless you're chickening out."

"I ain't chickening out of anything you little bitch. And I'd hardly call it
sexual assault. I just grabbed your ass."

Mary's turn. "She was thirteen, you pervert. Hannah, don't kill him. Just make
him wish he was dead."

Hannah turned to Tamara. "I never saw you wrestle, Babe, I've only heard the
stories. I am in awe of those stories. I hope before this is over that you're
as much in awe of me ... ... ... ... ... ... . Showtime."

They faced off in the clearing. The differences were apparent. He was a little
less than a foot taller than her and big all around. She was big in the upper
body, arms and legs, and although her torso was also full of muscle, it seemed
tiny in comparison to her shoulders, etc. Her ass was the most perfect,
muscular ass ever. It was an amazing contrast, big and somewhat soft against
much smaller but much more hard and lethal. Pete came right at her and they
locked up shoulders and arms. From this position Hannah had crushed her Dad
and Alex, and earlier, Ben, today inward with such power that their arms were
forced straight up in the air.

But tonight Hannah wanted to create a new move on the spur of the moment. Pete
pressed his height advantage until, in an instant as he leaned forward a
little too much, Hannah forced her arms upwards, causing Pete to lean up and
back, losing his grip on her arms. She stepped in and wrapped her arms around
his thighs, right about in the middle. She stood up, lifting his bulk off the
ground quickly, as if it just wasn't a whole lot of weight. This caused Pete
to shift forward again and reacting at exactly the right moment, Hannah shoved
herself backwards. Pete was now on his way to the ground, face- first. Hannah
was still kind of under him as he fell, but she pushed off strongly with her
left leg towards the right side and let go. By the time Pete's descent was at
waist level, Hannah was standing next to him. She put one hand on the middle
of his back and shoved hard, accelerating his fall. He landed harder than one
could imagine.

Hannah turned to face the audience, curtseyed, then moved away to give Pete a
chance to get his bearings. It didn't take Pete long to realize that Hannah
was way faster than him. So he'd have to get control of her with his strength.
As they went to lock up again, as Hannah grabbed at his arms, she used her
momentum to swing to the right and up, turning and wrapping her legs around
his neck. Pete leaned forward with all of that compact, dense hundred-fifty
pounds pulling at him. At just the right moment, Hannah disentangled her arms
from his, then throwing them back and down, caused Pete to once again topple
forward. Since her legs were still wrapped tightly around his neck, Hannah
twisted her powerful core, causing Pete to flip completely over and land on
his back. Before he had even landed, Hannah was on her feet and in a split
second, leaped high and backwards in the direction where Pete was landing.

Everyone stared in anticipation, but Tamara's mouth dropped open and she took
a deep breath. She just knew that she was about to see one of those
extraordinary moves that only Hannah could do.

Hannah flew backwards and up, putting a twist in so that when she leveled off,
several feet above the ground, she would be facing him, parallel to the
ground. Reaching that point, she decided that she wanted to be facing his
feet. Another torque of the body, hard to do in mid-air, another twist and she
landed hard, facing Pete's feet. It was the most amazing move yet. To add to
the punishment of having a hundred-fifty pounds landing on you from four feet
up, Hannah pulled her arms and legs back, and led with her body, concentrating
the impact entirely onto her hard abs landing on his softer abs and chest.

She landed on him so hard, she literally bounced off him. Just enough of an
opening to do something else. She immediately threw her arms up and her legs
down, landing on her feet straddling Pete. Holding her arms up and throwing
out her chest, she stood like gymnasts do at the end of a routine. But her
routine was not over, it was just getting going. Tamara was starting to
realize that Hannah's gymnastic skills were far beyond her own. Tamara had
been a good gymnast. Hannah was using all her gymnastics skills and moves to
improvise dazzling wrestling moves that were almost indefensible. She was
thinking that Hannah could be better than she was. But far from feeling any
jealousy, as boys might, Tamara was swooning with arousal. She really had to
fight hard to keep her current state to herself in front of all these people.

Hannah stood there straddling Pete. Another study in contrasts. Pete was lying
on his back, gasping for breath, already bruises starting to show, pretty much
out of it. Hannah looked fresh as a daisy, the only clue that she had been
fighting was that her muscles were starting to get more pumped. Clearly the
contest was over. But Hannah wasn't done. She strutted over to where everyone
was watching, but directed her comments to the boys. "Guys, and Kim, you'll
learn about it soon enough. Dad, I think Mom's told you, but I'm not sure. We
have this thing that we call Tamara Syndrome."

"What was that?" asked Tamara, clearly surprised.

"It was Barbara who came up with that label, 'cause you were the first and
maybe most intense about it, maybe not. I'll explain." She turned back towards
the boys. "You see boys, Tamara here has been my inspiration along with my
sister. Evidently, being so athletic and strong, not to mention hot, Tamara
would get turned on by how strong she was, and then being sexually aroused
would increase her strength, ... ..which would make her more aroused which
would make her stronger still and on and on until she was an unstoppable,
insatiable sex machine. Barbara's got it, Mom, you have it too I'll bet, at
least to some degree all women have it. And I've got it in spades. I am
extremely aroused right now, but I'm going to save it. I don't want to do
anything sexual with that disgusting old fuck, but I'm not done with him."

"Let me tell you, guys, your Dad didn't ever have a chance against me. I'm way
more skilled than him. I'm so quick by comparison it looks like he's going in
slow motion. And, last but not least, in spite of the size difference, I am
stronger, way stronger. I'm not being arrogant, but a case could be made that
people like Tamara and I, and Barb too, are of a different species, we're so
superior. Think about this. We've only been fighting maybe three or four
minutes. Pete over here looks like he's ready for a stretcher. I have more
energy than when we started, and considering that I was a lot stronger than
him at the start, now that I'm so turned on, I'm way stronger than when we
started. Not a rosy scenario for him. But he deserves this. You guys are
somewhat assholes that needed to learn a thing or two about females, but your
father is the worst, and he's a bully on top of it. I hope to end his bullying
ways today."

Pete was now on his hands and knees. "Oh, good. Back to business." Hannah went
back to Pete and stood up near his shoulders, facing him. Just as she had done
with Mike a year ago, she put her hands on his waist, and flung his two
hundred and twenty pound up on her shoulder as easily as she had done with
Mike's one-seventy. Pete was upside down on one of Hannah's shoulders, his
back sagging, and painfully so. She put a finger to her lips, to signal
everyone to get quiet, then she put her arms around his chest, up over her
head. She started squeezing, standing still and quiet, waiting for that sound.
Pete was wheezing and whimpering. As soon as he was loud enough for everyone
to hear, she started jumping up and down, going as high as more than a foot
off the ground, an incomprehensible feat considering having Pete along for the
ride.

After not too many jumps, she stopped. She turned to face the group, who were
all hootin' and hollerin' by this point. She smiled at her Mom and Dad and
Barb and Mark, looked over at Kim and said, "someday you'll be able to do
this." She smiled and winked towards Al, then looked over at Tamara, letting
her mouth go into that sexy pout of hers. She rearranged her arms so that her
hands were once again on either side of Pete's waist, then slowly pressed him
over her head. She lowered her arms slightly then pushed off with explosive
force, throwing him away and behind her. Hannah immediately went into a high
back flip. Pete did sort of an awkward landing, sprawled out on his back yet
again. This time Hannah had to adjust so she could land face to face with him.
Another stunning move that Tamara knew even she couldn't do.

Tamara was an overwhelming powerful wrestler, but Hannah's high flying
acrobatics added a whole new dimension. It looked like the end of this
massacre was nearing. Hannah landed hard again, again leading with her body to
create the most impact. She immediately bounded to her feet, took one step and
launched into another high in the air maneuver, crashing down on Pete yet
again, completely knocking the air out of him. One more time she got up to use
her body as a human missile, raining down on Pete from above. She got up and
turned Pete over onto his stomach then sat on his butt. Snaking her legs
around his, she fell back and ran her hands under his armpits and back up over
his neck like a reverse full nelson.

Hannah started to crunch her powerful abs inward until she was curled as tight
as possible. Pete was screaming in agony. It was hard to believe how easily
she had broken this bully. Her eyes were closed and she was shaking, from the
exertion, from the intensity, from the arousal. "Hannah, let him go now." It
was Mike. She didn't hear him, or it didn't register. He kneeled next to her
and whispered in her ear. "Hannah, you can let him go now. It's over,
everything is okay." She dropped his upper body and he flopped to the ground,
gasping for breath between fitful cries. She looked into her Dad's face. "I'm
so sorry, baby for having failed you. I'll never let you down again." She put
her arms around her Dad's neck and had a good cry with him. At some point she
realized that Pete was still moaning, and that she still had his legs twist
up. She let him loose. She went and gave everyone a hug, even the brothers.
She told them that she hoped they had learned their lesson and sorry she beat
their Dad up so bad, but he needed it.

Hannah went over to Al and they talked quietly for a minute, then he kissed
her and went back to his farmwork. She then went over to Tamara. "How did I
do? Have I impressed you?"

"I can't even put it into words."

Hannah turned back to everyone. "Tamara and I would like some time alone
together to get to know each other better. Someone take this guy outta here
too." As everyone said their goodbyes and were leaving, Tamara ran at one of
the ropes, swung way out and did a two and a half backflip into the water. She
surfaced and turned to watch Hannah . She swung out much high than Tamara had.
Tamara watched with awe, "One, two,". Hannah had already finished two flips,
the second one with a twist before she had descended to Tamara's starting
point. "Three," (again with a twist), "Eehhwww, four, Ohhhhhh, Goddddddd,
five." Tamara's body went into convulsions as Hannah hit the water.