Chapter 14

However we didn't let the Arion threat keep us from doing other things. After all, we still had our own lives to live, whether the Arions were here or not. And after my first experience with an Arion Prime, I was not exactly anxious to meet up with any more.

This particular Saturday, we were all down in Steve's gym, working out. Well, the women were working out, the men were engaged in one of their favorite pastimes, just sitting around and watching us work out. Both George and Mark had come over to join Steve and to help him watch. This round I was watching from the sidelines with George and the other men, while Mom and Karen wrestled.

Karen had been teaching us some Arion wrestling techniques. She had proudly told us that in school, even though she couldn't compete herself, her twin brother and her boyfriend had both won the district championships in their weight classes every year that she had been training them. Though I figured that had probably given her boyfriend some additional 'training' that she hadn't given her brother. I knew that I would have, if I had been in that same situation.

With Mom's greater strength offset by Karen's better technique, it was a dead-even match. Occasionally one or the other of them would get the other one down, but neither of them could gain enough of an advantage over the other to pin her opponent.

Watching the two beautifully tanned and superbly muscled bikini-clad bodies moving and flexing and rubbing against each other was beginning to have an effect on me. Shaking my head to try to clear it, I looked around the gym. I saw that the Arions were also having an effect on the men. Both Mark and George were watching raptly, eyes wide open. Mark was licking his lips, while George was practically drooling all over himself. Steve was a little calmer; he wasn't drooling. Apparently he must have gotten over that while watching Mom and me wrestle almost daily when I was younger.

As Mom and Karen continued to grapple, I saw the men leaning further forward, raptly watching the two Arions. I knew that this could get dangerous, especially for an ordinary unenhanced Terran man such as Mark. It could even be dangerous for Steve. I knew that Mom and Karen were concentrating on each other, everything else cleared from their minds. If a man was to come in contact with them while they were in this state, it could mean nearly instant death for him. At the least, it could result in some severe injuries, even if he did manage to avoid getting crushed between the rounded masses of feminine Arion muscle.

Then I looked again at Mom and Karen and noticed that their wrestling styles had changed. It was now a lot less combative and a lot more sensual. I had a pretty good idea of where this was going. Two thoughts immediately came to my mind. The first was that I wanted to join them. The second was that the men were watching. Watching very closely.

George was definitely enjoying the show going on in front of him in the gym in the basement of his in-laws' house. It wasn't everyday you got to see two beautiful, superbly muscled women wrestling each other. No, it was two beautiful, superbly muscled Arion superwomen. Or rather, a superwoman and a supergirl.

But with his in-laws being who they were, maybe he would be seeing more and more of this in the future. He certainly hoped so.

He knew that his own Velorian wife could easily sweep up the mat with either of them. Maybe even with both of them. But either of these two could easily sweep up the mat with his enhanced body, without even working up a sweat. They were putting on quite a show. His wife was much stronger, but she didn't have muscles this big.

He once had experienced the pleasure of his mother-in-law's muscles. That had certainly been a pleasure! But his wife's new 'cousin' was something else entirely. God, she was huge!

Oh, what women! Oh, what a family! Oh, what incredible women!

He noticed that they seemed to be less wrestling and more, well, something else. As he leaned forward to watch, his wife left his side and walked onto the mat. Her strong arms effortlessly picked up the two wrestlers. She seemed oblivious of their continued grappling. Or was that groping? But then she whispered something to them, and they stopped.

Still carrying the two black-haired women, his blonde wife walked back towards the sidelines. She dropped his mother-in-law into his father-in-law's lap. She then dropped his cousin into Mark's waiting lap. She then walked over to stand in front of him.

"I'm fresh out. I guess that you'll have to settle for me." She then sat down on his lap and put her arms around his neck.

"Why do I always have to settle for the scrawny blonde with no muscles?" he asked, smiling up at her.

"Scrawny? Blonde? Well, I have to concede that one. No muscles?" She gave him a tight squeeze to prove that she did have some muscles after all. "Besides, why do I always have to settle for the skinny man, instead of hunks like those two?"

She then stood up and picked him up in her 'scrawny' arms. He noticed that the other two women also had their men in their arms. The three women proceeded to carry their men up the stairs to their respective rooms, his wife carrying him to the guest room. The same guest room where he had spent his first night in this house.

"I'll show you how scrawny and no-muscles I am!" she declared as she laid him down and pinned him to the bed.

"Don't forget the blonde part!"

That caused her to start giggling again, though that didn't ease up the pressure on his chest one tiny bit. "That goes without saying!"

By morning she had gotten him to agree with her that she was not at all scrawny and that she indeed did have muscles. And he had gotten her to admit that there were some things that he could do better than those other two hunks. But they were both agreed that she was still blonde.

Of course the fact that we were gearing up to meet the Arion threat didn't mean that we could ignore the other problems at hand. After all, the Arions hadn't taken over all of the criminal world. But Mom and I took on fewer cases, usually only going when our special abilities were really needed. Though both Mom and I took Karen along on a case apiece. And she went along with Mark on one of his. All pretty tame cases, more to get Karen some practical field experience than because we needed her. She saw less action on those three cases than I did on my first case alone, though she did get into a fight once when she was with Mom.

Like Mark had told me that first time, he used her muscles more to carry the suitcases than anything else. Of course, when Karen heard him say that, she threatened to stuff Mark into a suitcase the next time so that she could carry him around easier. But since she was smiling as she said it, I was sure that she realized that Mark was much more useful, and also more enjoyable, out of a suitcase than in one. Besides, we didn't have any suitcases big enough to hold a big guy like Mark.

We also continued our freelance work closer to home. I would often fly over the metro area, concentrating mostly on the known trouble spots. Mom and Karen sometimes would go prowl the streets and alleys at night on foot, sometimes alone, sometimes together, looking for trouble without actually looking like they were looking for trouble. We managed to catch a few would-be muggers and rapists. Karen and I even helped to break up a drug ring after we stumbled across a drug deal in progress. All of the troublemakers were all Terrans, however. We could find no traces of Arions anywhere, either in the Denver area or elsewhere.

Karen and I did visit a biker bar up in Wyoming once. There had been some stories about young women getting assaulted and raped in the area. The sheriff was completely uncooperative; it was suspected that he was actually involved in some of the assaults and rapes. As a result we didn't even tell the sheriff that we were coming up.

There was about a dozen of them, including the sheriff and his deputy, drinking beer at the bar. Neither of the 'lawmen' had their guns with them. We waited until they threw us onto a couple of pool tables in the back and started trying to take our clothes off. Against just knives and chains it really wasn't much of a fight, as Karen and I had to worry more about not causing too much damage and injury rather than simply winning the fight. As it was, a few of them probably wouldn't be riding their bikes for a while. Or sitting down anywhere, for that matter.

Though the bartender got me with his shotgun before I could disarm him. It made a mess of my blouse, but that was all. Well, it also seemed to serve to distract the men a little more than usual.

By the time we were done, we were pretty certain that none of those men would ever touch a woman again without her permission. We certainly never heard of any more trouble in that area.

I did have to be careful to try to avoid the spotlight. Many Terrans might believe that 'Supergirl' was just some sort of publicity stunt, but an Arion would immediately recognize her as a Velorian. Even worse, any Arion would then immediately assume that the Velorians had actually stationed a Planetary Protector here. That could lead to a major escalation of hostilities. And in any such war, the death toll would consist mostly of the innocent and defenseless Terrans. Even though I didn't have the full Protector genes, I didn't want to see any unnecessary deaths. Necessary deaths, like Meelek's, when he finally reaches the Sun, were a completely different matter though.

Of course, that didn't mean that Mom and Karen could show off, either. If the Arions discovered any traces of 'renegade' Arions on Earth, that could be almost as bad as their finding me. They might believe that Karen was acting on her own, they knew about her Prime half. But if they found a Velorian-enhanced Beta, they would naturally assume that a Velorian was somewhere nearby.

We discussed going public with the facts. But both George and Steve were quick to point out that a sizable portion of the public just would not believe our story. After all, many people in Colorado still did not believe that my exploits as 'Supergirl' were for real. They thought that she was some kind of publicity stunt, perhaps for an upcoming Hollywood movie. They thought that the clips they saw on the evening news were staged, or that they had been some kind of special-effects trickery that they saw so often in the movies. After all, there was no reason to believe that the general populace would respond any differently than the higher-ups at the department. If I couldn't convince someone who had just shot me with his own gun that his bullets were indeed bouncing off of me, how would I convince someone who saw bullets appearing to bounce off of me on TV? Everyone had seen bullet-proof people in the movies, one more bullet-proof girl on TV wouldn't make that much of a difference to those people.

We also didn't want to start any mass hysteria. Not something like the "War of the Worlds" radio broadcast back in the thirties.

And we certainly didn't want ourselves to get caught up in any anti-alien feelings that might erupt.

Karen was lying on her back in her bed, thinking about the events of earlier tonight. There hadn't been too much action tonight. But two muggers had attacked her and Aunt Joan as they had been walking along a dark street. They had let the muggers force them into an alley before taking any action. The men's knives had been the first to go, as they had twisted the men's wrists, forcing them to drop the knives. Then they had overpowered the men, using their belts to tie them up. Aunt Joan had then called the police to come pick them up.

Karen enjoyed these late-night walks with Aunt Joan. Aunt Joan had so many stories to tell about living on this planet. After all, she had been here for over twenty years, the only Arion on the entire planet, while Karen had only been here for less than two years.

She also had many stories to tell about Cousin Julie growing up, the only Velorian on the planet. Some of those stories were very funny, like the one about when Julie had destroyed her bed in the middle of the night. The old bed in the very room where she was now, on the new and sturdier bed. Of course, Julie hadn't thought that the story had been very funny, she had apparently been eavesdropping as she flew overhead on her own patrol. She had landed in front of them and tried to deny ever having done anything like that. But the embarrassed look on her face had told Karen that it had indeed happened pretty much as Aunt Joan had described.

Since that night Aunt Joan had resorted to telling her those stories about Julie in Arion; you never could tell when Julie might be listening in with that incredibly keen Velorian hearing of hers. But Julie was beginning to learn some Arion; Aunt Joan thought that it would be a good idea for her to know at least some of the language of their enemies.

That took some getting used to, thinking of the Arions, her own people, as the enemy.

But then, some of the stories were not so funny, like the one about when Julie had come back after the first time she had killed someone. She hadn't been intending to kill him. The exact opposite. She had actually been trying to make love to him. With three men, actually. Karen could sympathize with Julie; she had felt the same way when she had killed that man at the training camp while making love to him.

Karen realized that she and Julie had much in common. They both had grown up very different from the other kids around them. Having grown up part Prime amongst other Betas, she could understand some of what Julie had to go through, a Velorian amongst Terrans. But Julie was so much more different than she was. Aunt Joan had done a terrific job of bringing up Julie as her daughter; Julie had definitely turned out okay.

Julie could have turned out to be a monster, using her Velorian powers for her own gain. There had been nothing on Earth that could have stood up to her. Armies would be helpless before her. She could have ruled this world, had she wanted to. She could have amassed great wealth and power, forcing people to do her bidding.

With a start, Karen realized that she shouldn't be thinking like that. She was beginning to think like a true Prime. No, by the Stars, she was not that much of a Prime! And Julie certainly was not a Prime. No, Julie had definitely turned out okay.

Mmm yes, Julie definitely had turned out okay. Quite okay. No, she had turned out much better than merely okay.

With that thought, she closed her legs tighter. But that had no effect on the tongue she could feel darting in and out of her cunt. She looked down towards her feet to see the blonde head between her legs, continuing to lick her as she closed her legs as tightly as she could around the head, applying enough force to crush any ordinary skull, even that of a Beta. That still had no effect on the tongue's motion. Then two hands grasped her thighs just above the knees and started to pry them apart. Karen squeezed her legs together; incredible muscles exploding onto her thighs as she used all of her not inconsiderable half Prime strength. Yet those slender but powerful arms had no trouble forcing her legs apart.

Then Julie did something no other person on this planet could have done as she rose up into the air and did a graceful half-turn, pivoting on the tip of her fully- extended tongue, before lowering herself again, this time presenting her open legs and the patch of blonde hair between them, and what they concealed, to Karen's eager and waiting mouth.

Karen briefly felt Julie's legs closing about her head, playfully returning some of the squeeze back to her. Then those incredibly powerful legs relaxed, only applying several hundred pounds of pressure on her head and face.

Yes, Julie had turned out much better than okay. By the Stars, Julie had turned out much better than merely okay!

Mark was a big help during this time, helping to get Karen settled in. He and Karen did spend a lot of time together, but somehow I didn't think that he was taking her to symphony concerts and art museums and stuff like that. But Karen seemed to like it, and neither Mom nor Mark objected. Though Mom and I agreed privately that Mark was probably too old for Karen, at least in the long run. Mom also took the opportunity to chide me for not having hooked Mark for myself when I had the chance, before I had rediscovered and then married my darling George.

Once Karen found out that Steve actually made a living playing football, and quite a good living at that, she became fascinated with the game. Or at least with its players. Well, at least about one special football player in particular. One very special player, as I knew well from first-hand experience. I knew that it would only be a matter of time before Mom would be persuaded to let her 'borrow' him for a night or three. And once we cracked open that door, I knew the floodgates would open and I would soon have to let her 'borrow' my own enhanced and darling husband.

Of course, all that would depend on Mark's being willing to share Karen. I didn't think that that would be a problem for him, not if it meant he got a shot at either Mom or me. After all, I didn't think that either Mom or I were exactly consolation prizes. And I didn't think that Mark thought so either.

Oh, Mom had definitely been right! What a crazy and mixed-up family we were! Life in this family was definitely not boring. No, it's definitely not boring at all! I wouldn't trade my crazy and mixed-up family for any other family on Earth. Or for any family off of Earth, for that matter.

Sure enough, it wasn't very long before Mom agreed to let Karen 'borrow' her husband for a night. I had agreed to sweeten the pot a bit for her by offering to let her 'borrow' my own husband. We arranged a men-swap for that Friday night. I thought that Mom might have been a little distracted by the thought of spending another night with my Velorian-enhanced husband; she really didn't ask the men about the arrangements, instead she had just told them about it. But the men didn't seem too reluctant when I asked them for their permission. No, they didn't seem reluctant at all.

After a dinner and a movie Steve took Karen home, George brought Mom home, and I went with Mark to his place. Apparently none of the men got up very early that Saturday morning, I knew for a fact that Mark stayed in bed until noon. I had been very careful to be very gentle with him. In the morning I didn't find a single bruise on him. At least no new ones, I didn't want to claim the credit for any of Karen's. And he didn't seem to regret that he wasn't with Karen that night.

Oh, what a family! Who would have believed it? He had long fantasized about strong women, but this was beginning to get just a little bit out of hand. A wife who was nearly a hundred times stronger than he was is one thing. One damn good thing, however. Then a 'daughter' who was several thousand times stronger than he was, that was another thing entirely. Also a damn good thing. Make no mistake about that; these definitely were not bad things.

But now here was a young 'niece', also nearly a hundred times stronger than he was. And like the other two women, there was one thing in particular that she wanted tonight. Something that the other two had already had. And he knew that there was nothing he could do to stop her from getting it.

His wife or daughter could have stopped her. But no, they had ceded him to her for this night, 'abandoning' him to her tender mercies. At least he hoped that her mercies would be tender. And he had to admit that he really didn't want her stopped. He was more than a little curious to see what this youngest member of his family would be like. She reminded him some of his own daughter at that age. They both had the same youthful exuberance. She may be the youngest, but she was also the only one who had actually received any kind of formal training for this. And she had practiced it 'professionally' for a year or so.

What if he didn't live up to her expectations? No, that was not his worry. She had wanted him for tonight. The other two women in his family had never complained about him. If she were anything like the other two women in his family, she would find some way to keep herself entertained tonight. And he was quite certain that she would also keep him entertained tonight.

He had warned her that he wasn't going to undress for any woman except for his wife. That had merely brought a smile to her mouth and gleam to her deep blue eyes.

When they arrived home she picked him up in her strong arms and carried him up the stairs to his room. Setting him down upon the bed she quickly tore his clothes off of him. "There, now you won't have to undress for me," she whispered to him.

He reached over to help her undress. But she simply pushed him away with one hand and took a few steps back away from the bed. Had he somehow displeased her?

He realized he hadn't when she smiled down at him. Then she raised her arms and flexed. God, those muscles were huge! Even bigger than his wife's, and she had the largest muscles he had ever seen in his life, up until now. The sleeves of the dress stood absolutely no chance against her Arion Prime muscles. The seams quickly and loudly parted as they lost the unequal struggle.

What muscle expansion! When relaxed she didn't look all that muscular. Sure, she looked somewhat athletic, more athletic than average for a girl her age, but he thought that some of the Broncos cheerleaders looked more muscular. Yet when she flexed! God, those muscles would be enough to make any bodybuilder, male or female, go into retirement and take up shuffleboard.

As she flexed the rest of her body, her incredible muscles quickly shredded the remainder of her dress. Soon only a few scattered scraps of cloth hung on her body. She then brushed those off and joined him on the bed.

Oh, those magnificent muscles! So big and hard and strong, and yet so sexy.

Then she proceeded to show him just how much she wanted him. Again and again. And she let him know in no uncertain terms that he lived up to all of her expectations. She definitely was not displeased with him.

He most certainly was not displeased with her.

Things definitely were not getting out of hand. He loved having superwomen in hand. Though only one at a time. He knew that he couldn't handle more than that at once. Oh, what a crazy and mixed-up family! And he was damn glad it was his crazy and mixed-up family.

Oh, by the Stars the stories she had heard about enhancements were true! After all, Aunt Joan was only a Beta, with no Prime blood in her, and yet was still stronger than she was, with her Prime blood. Though she might be a special case, she had actually been enhanced twice by two different Velorians. Though just how different was a matter for debate, since Julie was actually her mother's parthenogenic daughter.

From what Julie and Aunt Joan had told her, Karen knew that Uncle Steve had already been this big and muscular before meeting Aunt Joan. Much bigger and more muscular than the average Terran. Even bigger than the average Beta. And from wrestling with him, she knew that certain other things about him were also better than the average Terran.

His body was much harder than that of any Beta she had ever encountered before. He was even harder than her half Prime brother had been, though of course there were certain parts of his body that she hadn't felt. Though his strength wasn't up to the Beta norms. But she was used to that. The only man she had ever known who was stronger than she was had been Meelek. And Uncle Steve was absolutely nothing like Meelek had been, personality wise.

He had told her that he never undressed for any woman except for Aunt Joan. Well, Julie had warned her about that. She knew just what she had to do. After carrying him up to his room, she had laid him down on the bed and quickly ripped his clothes off of him. "There, now you won't have to undress for me," she whispered to him. Then she had removed her own dress the fun way; as she flexed her Arion muscles the Terran fabric quickly gave way.

Then she spent the remainder of the night learning about Uncle Steve's other enhancement. The one that she had only heard rumors about. The part of the enhancement that Aunt Joan seemed to love so much. Not that she disliked it herself. Oh no! By the Stars this was really great fun!

Then a few nights after that men-swap Karen started asking me about my own darling husband. My own darling Velorian-enhanced husband. George and I knew that there was only one way to satisfy her curiosity. And that one way was the one Karen herself wanted. So a couple of weeks later we had to arrange another men-swap. This time George brought Karen home, Mom went home with Mark, and Steve took me home.

As soon as we were home I kicked off the spike heels that made me an even match for his height. Floating up off of the floor to stay eye to eye with him, I put an arm around his waist and picked him up. I decided to borrow a page from Mom's and Steve's book. "Julie think Jane too easy on Tarzan," I told him. I was going to just sling him over my shoulder and simply trot up the stairs, but then I got an idea. Just the thing for Tarzan! Something I was sure that 'Jane' had never done before. Something George and I sometimes did, up in the mountain forests when we were all alone. Granted, there's more room up there, but I thought that we had enough room here anyway.

Continuing to hold him off of the floor with my arm around his waist I told him, "Julie show Tarzan proper way to swing through trees." With that, I leaped straight up. With my free hand, I pretended to catch a vine and hung there just below the ceiling. I used my flight powers to 'swing' on the 'vine' across the living room. I continued to use my flight powers to 'swing' on 'vines' across the room and on up the stairway. At the top I 'caught' another 'vine' to 'swing' down the hall. Another 'vine' took us into the bedroom. Our feet never touched the floor during the entire journey. I laid him down on the bed and sat down next to him. The look on his face told me that he had definitely enjoyed our little journey through the 'trees'.

Remembering that he never undressed for any other woman, I smiled down at him. "Julie think Tarzan wear too much." I pinned him down to the bed and ripped his clothes off of him. I then ripped my own clothes off of me.

Now that we were both properly attired for a jungle adventure, I proceeded to lead him through some jungle adventures. Every one of them involved a young golden-haired jungle girl rescuing the big manly Tarzan from a dire predicament, and Tarzan showing her his gratitude in the best way he could. And Tarzan's best was quite good.

He and Jane, I mean Mom, had done a lot of this. He suggested many of the scenarios. He did a great job of acting, and a great job of coaching me through the scenarios. Though I did ad lib a little, doing things that I was certain that Jane, I mean Mom, had never done.

She stopped a charging bull elephant with one hand. She rescued him from hungry lions. She rescued him from giant gorillas. She rescued him from a raging river, just before he went over a waterfall. She even rescued him from a tribe of cannibals. And every time Tarzan was properly grateful to the jungle girl.

Again I don't think the men got up very early; I kept Tarzan, I mean Steve, in bed until noon. Well, almost. Once after I had been 'swinging' with him under one arm, he told me how much he liked that and that he wanted to try that for himself. So I 'swung' us on the 'vines' down to the living room, where we had a little more maneuvering room.

I hung with my back almost touching the ceiling and with my long legs dangling down. He swung from my legs, while I was prepared to catch him if should he lose his grip and fall. But hanging from my legs seemed to agree with him, he never lost his grip on them.

Oh, it felt SO good to have him swinging from my legs! So completely different from the last man who had hung on to my leg. The man who should be arriving at the sun just about any day now.

He then started climbing up my legs, using his strong arms to pull himself up hand over hand. When he got up high enough, he reached his head up and plunged his tongue into a very strategic spot. OH! Tarzan should know better than to do something like that to his only visible means of support. It was a good thing that he had such a good grip on my legs, my body shook and swayed so much. And I was a little too preoccupied to have caught him had he fallen. Oh, that felt SO good!

After a few minutes of that, I knew that I had to have more of him. I reached down and got a hand under one of his thick muscular arms. I lifted him up to me and got my other hand under his ass. I lifted his big body up further. As he wrapped his arms around me I inserted his throbbing manhood into my slit. Still hanging just below the ceiling, I used his large body as a huge dildo, stroking him deeply into me, using my hand on his ass to lift him into me. As he neared his climax I tightened my inner muscles to prevent it until I approached my own climax.

After our shuddering orgasms I floated us down to the couch, where we lay in each other's arms, resting and getting our breaths back. When we both had recovered somewhat, I slung him over my shoulder and 'swung' back up the stairs to the bedroom.

The Lord of the Jungle knew that he had more than met his match in the true Queen of the Jungle. And he didn't seem to mind not being with Jane, I mean Mom, that night. Too much.

Mark had often wondered about the mysterious black-haired woman code named Orion. Just how did she get to be so strong? Just how strong was she anyway? She wasn't just a strong woman; her strength had often seemed superhuman.

She had always fascinated him. He knew that he was not alone; he and a fellow agent named Ted even had had a friendly wager over which one of them could actually get her to marry him. Of course they had both lost that wager when she had announced her engagement to that pro football player for the Broncos.

Then for that case in San Jose she had introduced her blonde daughter. Though only a teenager, the daughter had exhibited many of her mother's abilities.

Now, of course, he knew that they weren't really a mother and daughter. They were both aliens, traditionally bitter enemies. He even knew Orion's real name; he had learned that just a few short months ago. It was kind of funny, he had worked with her for over ten years and he hadn't known her first name until now.

Now he was bringing this woman home to his apartment. It wasn't the first time that he had brought her home; they had spent some late evenings working together preparing for a case. But tonight was different. Oh was it ever!

They were not preparing for a case; tonight was not for work. Most certainly not! Though he knew that he would get quite a workout tonight, if her 'daughter' and her 'niece' were any indication.

They were supposed to have had a 'honeymoon' job down in New Orleans before she had gotten married. But they had wrapped up the case before they had even checked into the honeymoon suite. This time he knew that there would be no such 'interruption'.

She must have been thinking about the same case, for as soon as they were in his apartment she had picked him up in her arms and said, "Now onto the honeymoon suite." She had then carried him into his bedroom and gently laid him down upon his bed. She was not quite as gentle after that, however. His clothes were the first to go as she simply undressed him the quick way, by tearing off every stitch of his clothing. Then she got rough. But he knew that she was still holding back a considerable portion of her strength, not wanting to hurt him. But he was still helpless in her strong arms. Not that he minded. No, not at all.

As the summer drew to a close Steve had finally decided to make this his last training camp, and his last season, with the Broncos. He gave the media all of the usual reasons for his retirement. Age, he already had a Super Bowl ring, stuff like that. What he didn't tell the media was that he was going to be joining us in combating the Arion threat. A battle much tougher and rougher than anything he had ever encountered on the gridiron. And with much more at stake than a championship ring and a trophy.

Of course, Mom, Karen, and I attended every home game we could. Even though Karen had studied the game somewhat over the summer, she still had some trouble figuring out the proper times to jump up and cheer. But as the season went on, she got better at it. Fortunately the Broncos gave us plenty of reasons to cheer.

But we still had to keep explaining why we let him do something so inherently dangerous, when Mom or I could have played so much better, with no chance of us getting hurt. She also talked some about wanting to do it herself.

One night we were having another of our family get-togethers. As usual, Mark was with us; we didn't want Karen to feel alone. Somehow, the talk turned to football. Karen, as usual, wanted to talk about football players.

"So, did you attend that fund-raiser banquet for the football team back at the hotel in LA?" I asked her. We all had heard her mention it when she discussed her previous 'career' in Los Angeles.

She smiled. "Ah yes, the football banquet. Yeah, I attended that banquet. That had been great fun!"

"But that was a fund-raiser! You actually paid to go to that?" Fun is fun, but to actually pay for it? As a part of the Broncos family, I had attended a lot of charity fundraisers, but of course we always got in free.

"No, Julie. I said that I attended that. I didn't say that I paid to go," she smiled and winked at me. "Why should I pay for something like that? After all, you keep saying that I'm a bad nasty Prime." Ouch! I hate it when people use my own words against me. That must be why I like doing it to other people.

Koren had been thinking about that fund-raising banquet for the football team. She had been delighted to learn that there was going to be dancing afterwards. Dancing with some of those big football players might be great fun. Even if it meant letting the men lead. After all, she had let Slanek lead when they had danced together at the school dances. Their private 'dances' once they had gotten home had been a different story, though. And maybe she would get the opportunity to do some private 'dances' with some of these football players after the banquet.

One of the other girls had spent a night with a college football player, and had told the others about it. She had enjoyed his large muscular body. And he had certainly seemed to enjoy being with a girl who was even stronger than he was, though she was nowhere near his size.

She had been able to use more of her strength, be more physical with him, than with any of her other tricks. She had said that it was almost like being with an Arion man, even if he was weaker and couldn't hold her as tight as an Arion could have.

Koren realized that a major cause of her frustrations was the fact that she had to be so careful with these Terrans, having to be so gentle as to not hurt them. That, and the fact that they were so weak, not really being able to pleasure her fully. She was always giving them pleasure, but so seldom getting any back.

But the cost of attending the banquet gave her pause. After all, she was down here to make money for the Empire, not to spend it for her pleasure. Oh, she had a budget, but it wouldn't stretch that far. It just barely covered her clothes, just like the clothes just barely covered her. She really liked the clothes from a place called Frederick's. If she really wanted to go, she just might have to find some other way to attend.

Ah, since the hotel was selling some of the tickets, maybe Tommy could help her out. As the assistant manager of the hotel, surely he could get her a ticket.

She approached him at the front desk. "Tommy, about that banquet next week."

"The football fund-raiser?"

"Yes, that one. I'd like to attend."

"Certainly, Koren. The basic is two hundred...."

"No, Tommy. I know how much it costs. I don't want to buy a ticket. I want you to give me a ticket."

"Absolutely not, Koren. I can't do that. A breakfast now and then is one thing, but not this. These tickets aren't the hotel's to give away. I can't give you one." He looked determined.

"Oh, c'mon. You can give me just one, can't you?"

"Absolutely not. Especially not to you."

"Especially me? C'mon, Tommy. Let's discuss this in your office." She took his hand and started walking towards the manager's office.

"There is nothing to discuss, Koren." He tried to pull his hand back, but instead found himself being pulled along as she walked on the other side of the desk.

As she came around the end of the front desk she reached out and put her arm around his waist. "I said let's discuss this in your office."

"I told you, Koren, there is nothing to discuss. If you want to attend, you have to buy a ticket. Hey, put me down!" He almost yelled the last as she simply picked him up with her arm around his waist and, opening the door with her free hand, calmly walked into the office carrying him as if he were no more than a sack of groceries.

Once inside the office she locked the door behind her. She set him down in a chair and stood over him, her hands on his shoulders. "Now, are you sure you can't give me a ticket?"

"Yes I'm sure! Now let me go!" He tried to stand up but her hands kept his shoulders against the back of the chair. He tried to push her away but she didn't budge an inch. "Let me go!"

"Not until you give me a ticket, Tommy."

"I can't do that. If you want one, you have to pay for it. Let me go!"

"I guess that I'm going to have to try to convince you to give me one." With that, she put a hand behind his back and pulled his head forward, right into the low-cut cleavage of her dress. She held him there, pressed against her breasts, until his feeble struggles told her that he was having trouble breathing.

She pulled his head back. "So, are you ready to give me one now, Tommy?"

He managed to suck in enough air to gasp out, "Fuck you, bitch!"

She smiled down at him. "If that's the way you want it, all right, Tommy. You can try to do it." With the hand on the back of his head she pulled him forward off of the chair onto the floor on his knees. Her other hand lifted the hem of her skirt, showing him that she wasn't wearing panties. She then jammed his face into her crotch. "C'mon, Tommy. You said you wanted to fuck me. Now do it!" She began to rub his face over her crotch as he resisted.

With his hands on her thighs he tried to push himself away from her; her hand on the back of his head prevented that. He tried hitting her; his fists simply bounced off her sides and back. None of his efforts made any difference to her, as she continued to use his face for her pleasure. She had one hand on the back of his head while the other came up to caress and squeeze her breasts.

Finally as she came down off of her peak, she released him. She could see the tears in his eyes, and his entire face was red. Not just from embarrassment, but from the pressure and the pain. "Please, no more. No more. I'll do anything you ask. Just stop. Please." he gasped out between sobs.

"Anything, Tommy?" she asked sweetly.

"Yes, anything. Just stop. Please." He continued to sob.

"Well, why didn't you say so, Tommy? All you have to do is give me just one ticket to the banquet. Just like I asked you the first time."

"They're in the desk over there." He struggled to get to his feet. She bent down and put her hands under his armpits. Straightening up, she carried him over to the desk. She set him down in the chair behind the desk and waited, tapping a foot impatiently. After all, if he had just given her the ticket when she had first asked, they both could have saved a lot of time.

He opened a desk drawer and took out a book. Opening it, he made some notations in it and then took out a ticket from a pouch inside the book. Filling out the blanks in the ticket, he handed it over to her.

She took it from him. "Thank you, Tommy." She then slipped the ticket into her dress and turned, making her skirt swirl around her shapely legs, and walked to the door.

As she opened the door, she turned around. "Oh, and Tommy. Tomorrow, I'd like some pancakes and orange juice for breakfast. Eight o'clock." With that she turned again and walked out of the office back into the hotel lobby. Oh, she loved the power she had over men. And she loved using it. It was such great fun!

"I think that I need some more orange juice," she broke off her narration and looked at the empty pitcher beside her. Karen goes through orange juice almost as fast as she goes through men.

"Yes, my cousin," I said, rising to my feet. "Would you like me to fly out to California to see if I can find you some fresh oranges?"

"Oh, would you, Cousin Julie? Please? For me?"

"For you, Cousin Karen," I smiled at her. "No way!" I stuck my tongue out at her and she retaliated in kind. "You'll have to make do with what's in the fridge. Anyone else want some? Or maybe coffee?"

Karen got up and came with me into the kitchen. "Meanie! You won't get some oranges for me." She punched me in the arm. Hard enough to break an ordinary Terran's arm, and then some.

I punched her back, though not quite as hard. "Watch it, or I'll try to throw you all the way to California. Then you can find your own oranges." I picked her up by her arm and hefted her a couple of times. We then got some more coffee, hot chocolate, and orange juice (the frozen kind, not the fresh), for everyone. We also took turns using the bathrooms.

When everybody had seated themselves again, Karen took a big swallow of her orange juice and resumed telling us her story.

Koren had seen the photographs from the previous year's event on the posters advertising the banquet, so she had some idea of the way she was expected to dress for the event. Clothes was one thing for which she had a large allowance. Larger than the other girls. She had to fit in with the other guests at this hotel. And she was part Prime; her commander knew that these fragile Terran clothes would not last very long on her. She decided on a sleeveless, strapless, full-length red gown, deeply dished in front to show off her deep cleavage, and with slits up both sides to show off her shapely legs. And to give her plenty of freedom of movement, for dancing. And for other things, as well. Though she figured that this would be the last time she would ever wear that particular gown.

She also selected a pair of matching red high-heeled shoes. She really liked wearing heels; they made her look taller. They also made her legs look even better. Sure, they could be a pain to walk in sometimes, and she certainly didn't want to fight in them. But she wasn't planning on much fighting that night, at least if the man, or men, weren't uncooperative. And she knew how to get a man's cooperation. Besides, she could always kick the shoes off if she needed to.

As the day of the banquet approached, she found herself getting more and more excited. She wasn't quite sure why, these football players were only Terrans after all. Soft, weak, fragile Terrans, despite their size.

And then she had learned that most of them would be bringing their girlfriends along. It seemed like all of the good ones would already be taken. Not that she doubted her ability to snare a man away from any Terran woman, but she didn't want to create a spectacle of herself. She even considered giving the ticket back to Tommy. Very briefly, maybe about three seconds. Since she already had the ticket, and the gown, she may as well use them. Surely not all of them would be bringing their girlfriends along.

Finally it was the day of the banquet. Koren did not get up very early. And she didn't do much all day. After all, she had worked the night before. She also wanted to save her energy for tonight, just in case. Not that she had ever run out of energy while dealing with mere Terran men, but just in case.

When the time came she dressed and went downstairs to the banquet hall. An usher took her ticket and showed her to her place. She was disappointed to find that she wasn't very close to the players. Oh well, maybe later she could get to know some of them better. Much better, she hoped.

The first part of the banquet wasn't very exciting. Big financial boosters were recognized. Awards were given out to the various players for their deeds the previous season. Highlights of the previous season were, well, highlighted, complete with film clips.

She wasn't very interested in all that stuff, but out of politeness she applauded at the appropriate times, taking her cues from the people sitting around her. At least the food was pretty good. Not great, after all some of Koren's customers had taken her to some of the finest restaurants in LA, but definitely not bad.

Finally it was time for the dancing. Initially she hung back, not wanting to seem too eager. She needn't have worried; there were enough unattached men. And enough unattached football players, as well.

She enjoyed dancing with some of the football players. She wouldn't mind some 'horizontal dancing' with some of them. From their reactions, she could also tell that they enjoyed dancing with her. And from their reactions, she could also tell that they wouldn't mind some 'horizontal dancing' with her.

She had pretty much decided on three of them, all big good looking young men. She had learned that they were all offensive linemen, about three hundred pounds each. Any one of them could be fun. Two of them could be even more fun. And all three of them could be really great fun. But as the party broke up, she lost sight of all three of them. Oh no! Could they have gone home already, while she was dancing with someone else?

No, there they were, in the hallway. Two of them, anyway. She headed down the hallway towards them. She saw their smiles as she approached.

She enjoyed hearing their friendly competition as they tried to determine which of them would take her home. It was flattering to listen to them, but she had no intentions of going anywhere with one of them. Not when both of them were available. And why should she go anywhere with them anyway? There were plenty of beds around; they were already at a hotel.

"Why should I go anywhere with one of you guys? Why don't both of you guys stay here with me?" she asked sweetly, after spreading her pheromones.

"Why, do you have a room here?" one of them asked, laughing and nudging the other in the ribs with his elbow.

"Oh, I'm sure that I could find one," she replied. She put an arm around each of their waists. With absolutely no signs of effort, she lifted them up and began walking down the dimly lit hallway. She felt some of the seams on the gown begin to give way. The men were too stunned by her casual show of strength to do much more than stare open-mouthed at her. And stare they did, as they literally had a bird's-eye view down the front of her deeply cut and well-filled gown.

Knowing that this section of the hotel had been kept unoccupied so that no guests would complain about the noise from the banquet, she put one of the men down, keeping him trapped between the wall and her arm. She pushed on the door until it opened, the simple Terran lock being no match for Arion muscle. Picking the man back up before he could escape, she walked into the room.

She laid the two men down upon the bed. As the two men were just struggling up to a sitting position, she kicked off her shoes and pounced on them, forcing them back down onto their backs with a hand in the middle of each large muscular chest. Even easier than Korek and Slanek, she thought. She knelt between them, holding them down. She quickly stripped them of their clothes, brushing aside their feeble struggles.

"D-d-did you really do what I think that you did?" one of them managed to stammer out.

"What's the matter?" she smiled down at him. "Haven't you ever had a girl take off your clothes?"

"N-n-no, n-n-not that! D-d-did you really carry the two of us here?"

"Oh, you guys weren't that heavy."

The other one finally found his tongue. "Just how strong are you?"

"Strong enough to get you guys here!" She then struck a double biceps pose. She heard their gasps of surprise as mountains of muscles exploded onto her arms. Still smiling at them, she began to flex her other muscles. Her expanding pecs almost forced her breasts out of her gown. That brought another pair of gasps.

Their hands came up to feel her muscles as she flexed each muscle group in order. "Now watch this." She flexed everything at once. Her gown had not been designed to handle these kinds of stresses; it had been designed to just barely hold an ordinary Terran woman as she danced. The gown immediately surrendered to her Arion muscles, the seams separating with scarcely a sound.

That brought forth yet another pair of gasps. But they quickly recovered, their hands quickly brushed off the scraps of cloth, under the pretext of feeling her incredible muscles.

She fell forward onto one of them, giving him a quick kiss, before giving the other one a kiss. She then pivoted, pressing her large breasts onto one face while kissing the other. When the kisser ran out of air she lightly pivoted again, offering him her breasts while kissing the other one.

When she was ready for more, she raised herself up and straddled the one on her left, lowering herself onto his erect cock. Not wanting the other guy to feel neglected, she got her hand under his arm and lifted him up to her breasts, pressing a nipple into his eager mouth. She bounced him up and down as she pumped her strong legs. When the one beneath shot his load into her she switched the two guys and repeated the performance.

Then she got a little carried away. She started getting a little rough, a little more physical, in her lovemaking, as she picked up the two big guys up off of the bed and started using the entire room.

The table was the first to suffer, as she picked one of the big guys up by his hips and brought him up to her face. She was sucking him off as she 'danced' with him around the room, until she stumbled against the table. Unfortunately the table could not withstand the impact. The wood shattered under the force of her Arion muscles.

Then she placed the other guy on top of the desk and tried to take him there. Again, the Terran wood was no match for her Arion muscles.

The easy chairs suffered similar fates. The dresser was destroyed when she got too energetic moving it to open up some additional room on the floor for the three of them.

Even the bed collapsed as she slammed the two guys on top of it. Through it all, she ignored their pleas to let them go.

Anytime one of them was ready for another shot she was ready to take him. In between she held their heads against her breasts and let them suckle. Or she would have one of their heads between her legs, letting his tongue please her.

She left no doubts in their minds that she was calling all of the shots tonight. That one girl, less than half the size of one of them, was completely in charge. That there was nothing they could do to her that she didn't allow, that they were completely helpless against her overwhelming strength and her overwhelming femininity.

It was hard to remember to be gentle with these fragile Terrans; they were so big and muscular, even bigger than some Primes. When they were completely drained and exhausted, she wrapped a towel around her and went back up to her suite. By the Stars, that had been great fun! Those two big guys had lived up to her expectations.

In the morning the hotel staff had found a room with a broken lock on the door. When they investigated inside, they had found two of the football players from the banquet the night before sharing a bed, sound asleep. Rather, they were sharing the remains of a bed; it had been completely collapsed, the mattress lying amidst the wreckage. And unconscious would be a better description than sound asleep. The rest of the room was in a shambles. The table had been smashed, the desk turned on its side, with some holes punched into the top, and the dresser was broken. Even the walls were cracked, as if they had been hit by some large heavy objects. The TV was still hanging from its bracket on the wall, but the screen was broken.

That had created a minor scandal. The two men had denied any homosexual relationships, claiming that a young black-haired woman had all but raped them. They also claimed that she was responsible for the damage to the room and for their injuries. But no one believed their story. After all, how could one woman possibly do all that damage and force herself upon two of the biggest and strongest linemen on the UCLA football team?

The media reported that the police had not seemed very interested in investigating. They had left after a few hours, having decided that it was strictly the hotel's business. The media did not report that the police captain had received several phone calls from various members of the city council, strongly suggesting that he not investigate this incident very closely.

Both of the football players had to be taken to a local hospital to be treated for their numerous injuries. They had a lot of bruises, a number of scratches and cuts, a dislocated shoulder, two sprained wrists, a sprained ankle, and some cracked ribs between the two of them.

As Karen told us her story, I had noticed that George had been snuggling up closer and closer to me. Maybe he was still a little scared of just what a Supremis woman's libido could do to mere Terran men, even after more than a year of being married to me. I put my arm protectively around him. As I looked around, I also saw that Karen had her arm around Mark, though I didn't know whether she was being protective of him, or whether she was keeping him from trying to move away from her. Mark didn't look to be too uncomfortable, though. Mom and Steve were way beyond snuggling, she had picked him up and set him down on her lap, her arms around him, being very protective of her own personal football player.

After a little more talk, coffee, hot chocolate, and orange juice, the party ended. George and I prepared to go home. It didn't look like Mark was going to be able to go home tonight, Karen seemed to have other plans for the two of them. Mark didn't look too unhappy at the prospect, however. Mom took Steve upstairs, followed by Karen and Mark.

As he drove us home, George asked me, "Jule, did you ever do something like that? Like Karen did? I mean, um, do it with, um, two football players?" Of course he knew about my Velorian libido, we'd been married for over a year. He also knew that I had slept around quite a bit before we got married, and that I still did. Heck, he slept around a little too, though 'only' with my Mom and my cousin!

"Hmm, let me think. Two of them? Nah, I don't think I ever did that. There's been Steve, of course. And Larry before that. But I don't remember ever doing it with two football players at the same time."

He seemed a little relieved at that. Or maybe he was disappointed. Maybe I wasn't wild enough for him. So I decided that I had better tell my darling husband the truth. Not that I had ever kept anything important from him.

I turned to him and smiled and said, "But there was that one time with the three of them."

He almost drove off of the road as he craned his head to stare at me. I had to reach over and grab the steering wheel to keep us going straight. "Three? Three?" he sputtered. "Who? When? How did you...?"

"Let's wait until we get home, my darling husband. Then I can tell you all about it. Or maybe even better, I can show you what I did." I let him have the steering wheel back. I thought that he broke every speed limit on the way home that night. And I thought that he was driving too slowly, I was tempted to take us home the fast way by flying.

When we got home I quickly slipped out of my heels and picked him up in my arms. "Hmm, you're too light to be a football player," I said as I hefted him a couple of times with my right arm, almost tossing him up to the ceiling. "You're so light, maybe more like a football." I drew back my arm and tossed him across the living room. I then ran to the other end of the room and caught him. I tucked him under my right arm. His face was pressed against my breast, just the way he liked it.

I then started to trot up the stairs while doing the play-by-play. "She's in the clear! She's at the twenty! Only one man left to beat." I spun around at the top of the stairs. "Oh wow! What a move! She faked him out completely!" I trotted on down the hallway. "She's at the ten! The five!" I trotted into the bedroom. "She's in the endzone! She scores!" I spiked him onto the bed, not too hard. I didn't want to break the bed underneath his nearly invulnerable body; he only bounced twice but the grin never left his face.

After we both got undressed, which took less than five seconds since I did it the easy way by simply ripping off every stitch of clothing we were both wearing, I proceeded to tell, and to show, my darling husband all about one of my many escapades before we had gotten married. Of course I could get much rougher and much more physical with my darling enhanced husband than I had been able to with those three football players.

It had happened during my junior year at CU, while he was in his junior year at Stanford. It was a few months before we had rediscovered each other. It had been hard to be gentle with those Terrans; they were so large and muscular. They had gotten so physical with me, as physical as they could get; I had wanted to get physical right back at them.

We had finally beaten our annual nemesis, the Nebraska Cornhuskers. It had been a home game, and naturally the entire Boulder area, not just the campus, was celebrating. I had attended the game at Folsom Field, as I did most home games, watching and cheering along with the other Colorado students in the student section. And checking out the players and the other fans with my tachyon vision. And some of the good-looking cheerleaders.

I also let my mind wander a bit, imagining myself down on the field, playing. Even though I didn't need them, I would have to wear pads. I didn't think the guys would enjoy hitting my bare body. No, let me rephrase that. I was sure that they'd like to get their hands on my bare body. But it would hurt them a lot less if they were to hit the pads rather than my bare body.

After the game I was cruising the Hill area near campus, barhopping using my fake California ID, and checking out the street parties at the nearby frat houses. The frat boys were always on the lookout for girls, so I had no trouble getting myself invited in for a beer or three. Since I was looking for a guy, that suited me just fine. After Larry I hadn't had a steady boyfriend. Just a steady stream of short relationships with uninteresting guys. Just a steady stream of soft frail weak Terran men, none of whom had done much for me.

At the third or fourth party, I found three of the football players talking by themselves. I thought that they might have been talking about the game, but as I eavesdropped on them I found that they were bemoaning the lack of girls as this party. Even though there was only one of me, I knew that I could make up in quality what I couldn't in quantity. I naturally went over to them and started talking with them.

First we talked about the game. I thought that they were impressed with my knowledge of the game, though I didn't let them know that my stepdad played the game for a living. I wanted them for my own self, not simply because Steve played for the Denver Broncos.

As we continued to talk, I found that two of them shared an apartment not too far away, while the third lived on campus in the dorms. All three of them tried to hit on me. It was kind of amusing, seeing them compete with each other. And very flattering.

Of course I returned the favor, hitting on all three of them.

After a while, we all decided to leave the party and go elsewhere. The logical place was the nearby apartment, so we headed there. They were a bit surprised that I was willing to go with the three of them, but they hid it rather well.

Once we got there, it didn't take them long to try to start something. Especially after I took off my jacket to reveal the black tank-top I had on. Nice and tight, with a deeply dished front to show off my deep cleavage. And sheer enough to let them know that I wasn't wearing a bra under it. Naturally, I didn't have to wait for them to remove anything before I looked to see what they had. I had done that while we were still at the party. I certainly hadn't been disappointed; after all I had come home with them.

They seemed to know what they wanted, they just weren't sure of how to go about getting it. I guessed that they never had to share one girl between the three of them. They were still jockeying for position, trying to get into my pants. They had the music playing. They also had some beer in the fridge, which they offered to me.

"C'mon, guys. I didn't come here for beer." I let my expression on my face tell them exactly what I had come here for.

They seemed to be taken somewhat aback by my bluntness. Obviously none of them had ever encountered a Supremis girl before. One of them, bolder than the others, said, "Okay, so who's the lucky guy?" The others looked a little surprised at his blunt words.

"Who's the lucky guy? All three of you!" I jumped at them and quickly got all three of them down onto the carpeted floor. From there it was a simple matter to get their clothes off of their bodies. They were too surprised to put up much of a struggle, not that it would have mattered much to me anyway.

After their clothes, it was time for mine. While they were lying on the floor I stood up and pulled my tank-top off. I then kicked off my shoes and slipped out of my jeans, letting them see that I wasn't wearing any panties. That got an immediate reaction out of them, at least out of the two that weren't already standing at attention.

With my clothes off, I jumped back on top of them. I groped all three of them, while they groped me. I was very careful not to grope too hard. After all, these big guys were only Terrans. For a while I let them have their way with me, handing me around as they felt me up all over. It felt pretty good, having three pairs of strong hands caressing and fondling me all over. Well, three pairs of strong Terran hands, at any rate. Their feather-light touches almost tickled. Still, it was enough to make me tingle all over. I also spread my pheromones around the room, just to make sure.

Then I started to use my mouth. That was SO cool, ravishing one broad muscular chest while my hands played with two others. Even if I did have to be careful not to push too hard with my fingers or with my tongue to avoid crushing any muscular male ribcages. There was so much of them, they were all such big gorgeous hunks.

Their hands never left my body for very long the entire time, their feathery caresses keeping me tingling.

They eventually managed to roll me off of them and onto my back on the carpet. I let them grope and feel me up a little more. Oh, it felt SO good, three mouths and three pairs of strong hands, strong Terran hands, on me.

Then one of them tried to spread my legs and mount me. I wasn't quite ready to let him take me just yet, so I put my hand on the top of his head and started gently but firmly pushing down. It didn't take me long to get his head between my thighs. He struggled a bit, apparently this wasn't quite how he wanted me. I clamped my legs around him, lightly enough to keep from hurting him, but tightly enough to keep him from getting away from me.

He put his arms on my thighs and tried to pry them apart. His friends also each took a leg and tried to spread them apart. I let them try for a maybe fifteen seconds, not letting them move my legs apart a single inch.

I then gave my legs a quick jerk, pulling them towards me once, while keeping my legs together so that the one in the middle couldn't get free. That brought the other two men into the reach of my hands. Getting a hand on each of their heads I quickly but gently pulled their faces down to my breasts. I let them know in no uncertain terms exactly what I wanted them to do to me. As soon as they realized that I wasn't about to let them go the pheromones took over and the men eagerly fell to the tasks at hand. And to the tasks at mouth.

That was SO cool! One big strong man between my legs and one on each breast.

When I felt his tongue begin to flag, I rotated the three men. Later I rotated them again, giving each of them equal opportunity. By now my pheromones had taken complete control of their minds and bodies, they were willing to do anything to please me. Of course, even if they hadn't been willing, it wasn't their decision to make any more. I was going to make sure that they pleased me.

Now I was ready for round two. Now I was ready for more than just their hands and mouths. I disengaged myself from their grasping hands long enough to get astride the one whose turn was coming up. I then lowered myself onto his throbbing manhood as his two buddies watched. Not wanting them to feel left out I reached out and got my hands on the backs of their heads. I gently lifted them up to my breasts, letting them suckle as my legs pumped my body up and down on the one in the middle. That was SO cool!

I repeated the process with all three of them. More than once. Oh yes! It felt so good to have a big strong man between my legs, and two more in my arms suckling my breasts. As my strong legs pumped I was bouncing the other two around like they were rag dolls. But they never complained. Of course, it would have been hard for them to complain with my nipples in their mouths.

When they were unable to service me with their tools, I had them service me with their mouths. I kept one or two men on my breasts nearly the whole time, occasionally bringing one up to my face so that I could kiss him. And of course I kept their hands fully occupied.

I also had a little fun juggling with them. I had to be careful, the ceiling wasn't very high. But it was a convenient way to rearrange them. Fortunately I only hit the ceiling once, and it was with his ass, not his head. They might have been scared of me if they had known what I was doing to them, but they were so far under the spell of my pheromones that I didn't think that they even noticed that I was tossing them around the room. After all, who would have believed that a slender golden-haired girl was tossing three big football players around the room? I knew that by the time my pheromones wore off and they awoke in the morning, they wouldn't know just how much had been reality and how much had been their imaginations.

I also laid them down on the floor and plopped myself down on top of them, ravishing their broad muscular chests. I got a little carried away a few times, my tongue or lips threatening to break some ribs, but I always managed to stop in time when I heard them wince from the pain.

Oh, they really tried to satisfy me. I wouldn't have it any other way. But they were so soft, so frail, so weak. Sure, it was better than with just one man. But still. Their hands and mouths could only do so much for me. And, well, their bodies could only do so much for me. It was SO frustrating.

When they were completely drained, I carried two of them into the bedrooms and tucked them into their beds. The third one I laid on the couch and covered him with a spare blanket from one of the bedrooms. Then I got dressed and went home.

Even though it felt so good, it was still so frustrating. Their bodies were so soft and frail; I had to hold myself back so much. Even though I thought that I had been very careful to be very gentle, all three of them had bruises on their chests and backs. At least I hadn't cracked any bones or damaged any joints. And most of the furniture was still intact; I must have bumped into a chair and bent the chrome steel legs.

It was SO frustrating. Not at all like that one magical night with Steve. Or that magical week in LA with Mike and Rob. It was SO frustrating.

By morning my darling husband knew that one Velorian-enhanced man was much more capable of satisfying me than three ordinary Terrans, even as big and strong as the three football players had been.

As if he didn't already know that. Of course he already knew that, I had reminded him of it often enough. And never by saying a single word; I had other ways.

But just to make sure, I reminded him again the next night. And the next.

Karen's strength continued to grow. By the time Steve's final season with the Broncos was over, and he had played in the Pro Bowl for the last time, her strength surpassed Mom's, at about a hundred and twenty Terrans. Her hearing and vision also were better than Mom's were, though she didn't have either heat or tachyon vision. Her hearing especially, which had been pretty sharp before, was now much better than Mom's was. Not quite to my level, but she and I could whisper to each other from opposite ends of the house, while Steve and Mark, standing right next to us, couldn't hear a thing. But her body and skin weren't as hard. A sharp knife would just barely penetrate her skin, leaving its mark. At least for a couple of hours until she healed. We didn't think that she was bullet-proof yet. We didn't test that one out.

Mom and I discussed having me enhancing Karen, but Mom wanted to wait and see just how strong Karen got on her own first. "After all, I know of no recorded cases of a Prime being enhanced by a Velorian."

"From what you've told me about Primes in general, that's no wonder. But if I'm going to have to fight other Warriors Prime, I sure could use some help. Mom, you and Karen right now are pretty tough in a fight, for a couple of Betas, but against a Prime, neither of you would last a minute."

"I know, I know. You don't have to rub it in, my little one. But we don't even know if anything will happen. Or it might enhance her Beta half and suppress her Prime half. I don't want to take that risk."

We knew that there was little point in enhancing other Terrans. Not in a fight against the Arions. If all we had to deal with were the normal Terran slime, then my enhancements might be worthwhile. Nancy had turned out pretty well; she was more than a match for any three men in a fight. A police force comprised of women like her would be awesome. Or maybe the women could play for the Broncos. That would really be awesome. Steve even said that he'd come back out of retirement for that. Though if there were enough women on the team, he might be relegated to coaching from the sidelines.

I had enhanced Nancy to be a fair match for a Beta. But Betas could be stopped with ordinary Terran weapons almost as easily as Terrans could be. The problem was the Primes. It seemed that the only weapon on Earth capable of taking out Primes was little ol' me. I wasn't sure if I could handle them; taking out Meelek hadn't exactly been a cakewalk. And there didn't seem to be any additional help on the immediate horizon coming to join me in the fight against the Arions.

Not unless the Velorians were to show up. And I wasn't counting on that. If they hadn't made an appearance before now, why should they show up now?

Where was a Velorian Protector when you needed one?

Just like a cop, you can never find a Velorian Protector when you need one.