The Janitor meets Megan Muscles
By PowerfulCarolyn  PowerfulCarolyn@excite.com 



The other day as I was driving to work I saw the most beautiful woman I've
ever seen riding a bike. It was the Friday before the last weekend of summer
holidays. At 7:30 it was already a warm, dry day. She was shirtless, only
wearing a blue sports bra, spandex shorts, and a daypack on her back. She had
medium length blond hair and she was tan, well muscled and in her early 20s.
Her arms, chest, and shoulders were huge.

I would have loved to follow her to arrange a chance meeting just to get a
better look at her, but that day I had to get to work. I am a college
custodian. The days just before Labor Day are the last few before school
starts. Ms. Perfection would have to wait.

I was busy almost every minute of the day finishing off all the preparations
for school. My work was complicated by staff, who were in the building
preparing their classrooms and by football practice that lasted until 3:00.

One of the perks that I get as a college employee is that the athletic
department allows me to use the weight room. It saves me a lot of money on a
gym membership. The weight room is well equipped. I've been using it since I
played football and wrestled when I was in high school. Since I've been
working at the school, I've been a lot more serious about my training.

I changed into my workout clothes and headed for the weight room. I was
surprised to find the lights on and hear music playing. I thought all the
football players and coaches had left.

When I walked in to the weight room and a young shirtless woman on the incline
bench.

"Unh, you're supposed to wear a shirt in here." I said.

When she turned her head, I could see that it was Ms. Perfection on the
incline bench, pressing about 350 pounds of iron. I could not believe my eyes
or my good luck.

"Sorry, I didn't bring a shirt with me."

"It's the football coach's rule," I said. "He always wanted to keep the
equipment clean and thought too much sweat was bad. I don't see what
difference it makes anyhow when you're working out hard."

I walked closer to her. "I'd rather workout shirtless too," I said as I pulled
off my tank top. "You're new here aren't you? "

"Yes, I'm Megan Muscles, the new women's strength and power coach. I've been
helping with football weight training and stayed to get in my own workout."

I was checking her out. She was even better looking up close than in my rear
view mirror. Her upper body was incredible. She was wearing only a skimpy pair
of spandex shorts and the skimpiest bra I had ever seen.

"Dave Jackson, school custodian, at your service."

We stayed for two hours lifting weights. I was spotting for Megan on the
incline bench. To properly spot I had to stand on the supporting bar between
the uprights straddling her head as he pushed the heavy weight up and down.

She was sweating and breathing hard. The fragrant smell from her body started
turning me on. Muscular and strong women really turned me on, but I was scared
to tell anybody. But I would love to wrestle with Megan. I loved being
overpowered by women and feeling their powerful muscles move against mine.

Every day after our workouts, I'd go home and beat off just thinking about
Megan. That afternoon spotting for her made my cock began to rise to
attention. The shorts I was wearing began to tent out in front. I couldn't
tell if Carolyn noticed until I saw her in the mirror look up at me. She
didn't say anything until she finished her set.

"It's your turn."

We traded places. I tried not to let her see my hardon. As I looked up to make
sure I had the bar centered over my chest, I looked up Megan's shirt - she
wasn't even wearing a bra. Her breasts, which had to easily be as big as beach
balls, had absolutely no sag. Her nipples were as hard as my cock and at least
an inch long. I pretended I didn't notice.

"I'd bet that you'd love to get your lips on those sexy nipples and pecs of
mine, wouldn't you?"

Megan liked to pick on me, but she had never made such an overtly sexual
comment to me before. Did she know I was totally hot for her large sexy
muscles??

"Get up." Megan came to the front of the bench and sat down as if she were
going to do another set. Instead of picking up the bar she reached down and
pulled her shirt over her head.

"It's time to massage this ultimate muscle chest, 52EE baby. I know you want
it. That spot in your shorts isn't pee."

I was a little scared. My overly hard cock had been dribbling precum. Megan
had found me out. I couldn't resist. I looked at Megan's massive pecs in all
their glory, then her sexy 6-pack abs - I swear they're so hard they could
stop a bullit. I grabbed them and licked underneath and up to the nipples.

"Oh, yeah, baby." she moaned.

That was all I needed. I stuffed as much of her into my mouth as I could. I
had dreamt about this and wanted to so bad and for so long that once started,
I was fully committed. I hungrily slurped, sucked and teased Megan. She was
moaning and bucking her hips. I reached down and pulled out my shaft and began
to stroke it hard while I continued to tease her with my tongue.

"I'm gonna cum if you keep this up Dave!" I felt her body begin to shake as a
massive orgasm ripped through her. About two seconds later I blew my load
under the bench. That was one hell of a workout. Now all I need is a hot
shower." As we walked out of the weight room

into the hallway we could see it was raining heavily.

"Shit, all I've got is my bike." Megan said.

"I can give you a ride in my truck. I don't know if there's hot water here
anyway. I replaced the hot water tank just an hour ago. Where do you live?"

"Right now at the motel on the highway. I'm looking for a place to stay

tonight."

We put her bike in the back of the truck. "If you'd like, we could

go to my place, shower and I'll make something to eat."

"That sounds great. I've been living on restaurant food for three days."

"That's no way to feed a body in training, coach." When we got to my place I
drove the truck into the garage. We went in and I suggested that Megan shower
first while I started dinner. I got a couple of steaks out and put some
potatoes in the microwave. In a few minutes

she came out dressed in just her panties.

"I'm sorry I still don't have a shirt. It was so warm this morning that I
wanted to get some sun, I didn't put one on before I left. I thought I had one
in my backpack, but I didn't."

"That's quite all right.I won't be complaining Megan." Actually, I was
thinking that would rather have her naked, but shirtless would do. I gave her
a cold drink and pointed her to the living room while I went in to shower.

In the shower I was overcome with lust. My cock had been aching for the whole
ride home. In the shower I jerked off until I shot twice. When I was done I
got a fresh, tight jock out of a drawer and some clean jeans, and a t shirt.
When I went in to the living room I found Megan thumbing through a Muscle
Elegance mag I had forgotten I'd left in a pile on the coffee table. I didn't
know what she'd think.

"Some of these bodybuilders are pretty incredible."

"I'm sorry. I forgot that was there." I was embarrassed.

"Don't be sorry. I haven't seen this issue yet." A smile came to her face.

"I know all about you, and I do mean all. I couldn't believe what was
happening. The woman of my dreams was sitting in my house. I stepped closer to
her and she reached out to pull me closer. I melted in her ultra muscular
(21inch) arms.

Soon we were wrestling on the floor exploring each other with consuming
passion. I went into the bedroom and brought back a pack of condoms. I loved
watching her powerful body as I plowed every inch of my cock into her over and
over again. She kept telling me she wanted more and she wanted it harder. She
grabbed my cock and tightly squeezed the glands and the top of my cock
together in her fingers. She guided me into her muscular butt. I've never been
more excited or had anyone work my cock to such an intense feeling of
pleasure.

"Oh, God, let me cum Megan!!!" She picked up her rhythm and squeezed my thick
10inch cock with her muscular glutes. A vice like grip strangled the churning
jism in my balls, forcing is to build. Just as she came she allowed a small,
sharp stream of my semen to squirt through my cock. The pleasure was so
intense that I thought I was going to die of pleasure. I moaned and hollered
and bucked as she did the same. We collapsed on the floor is a sweaty knot of
muscled flesh.

"If you want a place to stay, Megan, you're more than welcome here."