Young Muscle Lover: Part Three
By Scuba



My physical humiliation was Andrea's final and total triumph. She owned me
body and soul. As I lay on the mat sobbing, she sat next to me and rubbed my
sore back.

Andrea was regarding me with sympathy and reminded me that I was to appear the
same time next Saturday. All I could do was glumly shake my head in agreement.

a my body was beaten, my pussy was dripping as usual from Andrea domination. I
wanted to feast on her fiery cleft but couldn't find the strength to initiate
the act.

With my mind in turmoil over the events of the last eight weeks, I drove home
and spent the rest of the weekend in my apartment.

Slowly, I came to terms with my sexuality and realized that it didn't define
me as a human being but was an integral and unchangeable part of me. For some
inexplicable reason, it existed in my psyche and I accepted the reality that I
was a submissive.

The week flew by and Saturday found me staring at several outfits laid out on
my bed. I couldn't decide which one to wear. Finally I chose one with matching
black thong panties and realized how silly I was behaving.

At 3pm, I walked into the basement and instead of my customary scowl and
defiant attitude, I smiled and gave a little wave. Andrea smiled back and it
was readily apparent to her that I had changed.

"Is that a new outfit?" She asked.

My face was blushing deep red and I nodded my head. Andrea gazed with wonder
at my reaction as I moved to the mat for our session.

We started wrestling but it was more playful and friendly. No punishing holds
or python squeezes by Andrea. We laughed and giggled like schoolgirls.

Finally, with Andrea sitting on top of me, I gave her butt a gentle pinch. My
craving for her muscled body returned in full force and I gazed with yearning
at her.

Andrea had an enigmatic smile on her pretty face and stood up.

"I believe you've learned your lesson." She remarked firmly and walked over to
the laundry area. She returned with a folded pile of underwear and handed them
to me.

"My panties!" I exclaimed.

I was speechless and tears rimmed my eyes. When Andrea handed me my coat, I
started to bawl. She took me in her arms and held me tenderly. It was the
first true act of friendship that she had shown me.

"Do I have to leave?" I asked in a forlorn and halting voice.

"Only if you want to. But, I'm curious about you're decision to stay." She
questioned sincerely.

"I was hoping we could be friends." I said quietly and with my eyes downcast.

Andrea took me in her arms and kissed me with passion and desire. At that
moment I knew that I wanted to have more than a friendly relationship.

"Want to grab some dinner? I'm starved." she asked with sincerity.

Her favorite Italian restaurant was within walking distance and we talked as
we strolled.

I discovered that Andrea was an Air Force brat. Her father was a captain in
the Air Force and they moved every two or three years. She was the youngest of
three girls and although her father wanted sons, he was very proud of his
daughters. He was stern but loving and they had a close relationship. Her
mother was killed in an auto accident when she was only three and her father
never remarried.

With the frequent moves it was difficult to develop lasting friendships. She
formed a tight bond with her sisters and they took care of each other.

Each daughter was expected to participate in martial arts and self defense
training. Also, they exercised every morning using the same routine as the
recruits under her fathers command.

However, with her fitness and martial arts skills, she developed a very cocky
attitude.

"My father was transferred to South Korea and we lived in military housing. I
was thirteen and developed a huge crush on a boy in my class at the American
School. I think he liked me as well."

"After school, and I don't remember the day, I took a different route back to
the house. I turned down an alleyway and saw Teddy and Lisa Park holding hands
and then she gave him a peck on the cheek. I was livid but decided to wait and
confront her when we were alone."

"The next day, I asked Lisa if she'd help me practice my Korean after school
and she said sure, no problem. On the way to my house we cut down the same
alleyway and I got right in her face and accused her of stealing my
boyfriend."

"Funny, but Lisa, in a polite tone of voice, insisted that I never had a
girlfriend/boyfriend relationship with Teddy. That statement infuriated me and
I told her I was going to kick her ass. At thirteen, I was very skinny but I
was half a head taller than Lisa and I probably outweighed her by five or more
pounds."

"I squared off but she looked at me with disdain and warned me that it was MY
ASS that would get kicked. Of course, I didn't listen and she kicked my ass. I
walked home crying and an elbow to my left eye had resulted in a big shiner.
My sisters listened to my story and told me I was wrong and deserved what I
got. Now I was pissed off at them and Lisa."

"The next day after school, I confronted her again but with the same result.
Finally, on the fourth day, as Lisa tossed me to the ground for the tenth or
eleventh time, I looked up at her and called a truce. She was standing over me
and I asked if she'd teach me how to fight like her. Her face lit up and she
helped me to my feet."

"We became very close friends and discovered that neither of us really wanted
Teddy as a boyfriend. But, I had to endure four good beatings before I learned
my lesson."

We were standing in the lobby of the restaurant and the Maitre'd immediately
recognized Andrea. He escorted us to private booth in the corner and brought
us a bottle of wine.

While we were drinking the wine, Andrea continued her story.

"In high school, I was very skinny and I was determined to change my body. I
started bodybuilding and after ten years, well, I think you can see what it's
done for me." she stated with pride.

I learned that Andrea was twenty eight and recently attended law school but
was undecided on continuing.

"I met this great guy at one of my study groups and was convinced that he
might be the "one". We dated the entire year and were pretty much
inseparable."

"But, during finals week, I learned that the creep already had a fiancé in
Texas." She said with a long sigh.

"I wanted to give him a good thrashing but instead I damaged his ego. He was
in the law library and the place is crowded with panicky first year students.
While he was sitting at a table with his study group, I confronted him and
forcibly took down his pants. I bent him over my knee and with his naked butt
in the air, spanked his ass until he cried like a baby. Before the start of
the fall semester, he transferred to another law school rather than face me
and his buddies." She declared with wicked satisfaction.

As we finished our excellent dinner, Andrea related a sad but extraordinary
chapter in her life.

"As my body changed from lifting weights, I became aware of the fact that most
guys don't like girls with muscles." She said with some sadness.

"I met Brad in my sophomore year at college and we became friends before we
dated. I didn't realize that he was intimidated by my body and it wasn't until
junior year that he asked me for a date."

Andrea took a long sip from her wine glass and continued.

"Brad was the shy type but he was good looking and could have any girl on
campus if he chose to. He was gifted sexually and I fell madly in love with
him."

Andrea really looked sad and she lowered her gaze to the table top.

"It was an accepted fact between us that I was physically stronger. I naively
thought that he didn't have a problem with that but was I ever wrong."

"It was a beautiful spring day and we were sitting on a blanket in the commons
area of the campus. We were play wrestling but suddenly Brad got very serious
and tried to pin me."

"I had no intention of appearing like the weaker sex in public and Brad was
the one that got pinned. The people around us saw what happened and Brad was
mortified. He wanted a rematch and we went at it tooth and nail. But, with the
same result."

I saw tears forming in Andrea's eyes.

"Brad was livid and stormed off. I gave him a couple of days to blow off steam
and went to see him. He was very subdued but still angry. I was very much in
love with him and wanted to resolve the issue before it destroyed our
relationship. I offered a repeat match but in a discipline of his choosing."

"The dufuss chose boxing, something I am skilled at. I was getting really
annoyed with his macho attitude and if he wanted to prove a point then I
wasn't going to show him any mercy."

Two small tears were slowly coursing down Andrea's cheeks.

"We met at the campus gym and squared off in the one and only boxing ring.
Within one minute of the first round, I knew I was by far the better boxer."

"But, he started trash talking and calling me a freak with muscles and
assorted derogatory names. It infuriated me and I kicked his ass."

"I let my fists do the talking and by the middle of the third round, Brad's
face was a battered mess from all the blows. His eyes were puffed and closing,
cheeks bruised and nose trickling blood. On wobbly legs and with ragged
breathing, he was ready for the knockout punch."

I asked Brad if he had anything he wanted to tell me. If he had said he loved
me, I would have melted on the spot. I would have forgiven everything. As I
was circling him, I asked if he still had feelings for me. But, he called me a
freak and I was engulfed with sadness."

I handed Andrea a tissue for her eyes and she dabbed at the corners.

"Although I was saddened by Brad's words, my anger was far from dissipated and
I landed several savage blows to his swollen eyes. He cried out in pain and
tried to cover up but the coupe de gras was coming."

"With all my strength and weight behind me, I hit him with an upper cut to the
jaw. His feet left the floor from the force of the blow and he shrieked in
pain. His body resembled a wall of building blocks as it crumbled to the
floor, out cold."

"Luckily Brad's jaw wasn't broken and I helped him to the locker room. When he
finally regained some sense of reality, he looked devastated and was crying
like a baby."

"Even at that point if he would have shown me some repentance or affection, I
would have forgiven him. But, he tried to push me away. With a short stiff
right, I sent him back to La La Land and left."

"I was emotionally crushed by the outcome and my roommate Pam tried to console
me. For two weeks, maybe more, I was depressed and cried at the drop of a
hat."

"With only two days left in the semester, I got a call from Brad and agreed to
meet him. When I saw him, his face had fully recovered and had a very sheepish
look. He apologized for his behavior but said he was intimidated by my
muscular body. He said he still loved me but doubted that he would ever be
comfortable with the fact that I was stronger."

Andrea was crying now with big tears flowing down her face.

"I was devastated again but realized that the relationship had no chance of
working. We hugged for the last time and he whispered those three magical
words in my ear."

Andrea stopped talking and her body visibly sagged. I paid the bill and we
left the restaurant.

As we walked back to her home, her mood lightened.

"After Brad, I swore off all men. My roommate Pam invited me to vacation with
her family in the Caribbean during summer break. Her folks owned a timeshare
in St Martin on

the French side adjacent to a beautiful stretch of beach."

"Pam and I had been good friends since the start of college and I shared all
my dating misery stories with her. I was aware that she was bi but I was
strictly heterosexual in those days."

"On many occasion, I knew she was checking me out and while I was flattered, I
had no bi curious thoughts at all. But, the islands have a seductive mystique
and it heightened my libido considerably."

Andrea was smiling and with her mood lifting rapidly, I walked arm in arm with
her.

"We were free to go topless and I spent most of the time in my tiny bikini
bottom. Pam would shamelessly stare at my tits and once I caught her licking
her lips. She wasn't embarrassed and even though I thought my tits were small,
she was obsessed with them."

Andrea held my arm tightly as we walked.

"After dinner one evening, we decided to go for a swim. The weather was just
about perfect and we stripped naked and frolicked in the ocean. As we were
toweling off, Pam stared at my tits and it was making me hot. I could feel my
pussy getting damp and in a split second I decided that if she wanted my body,
it was ok by me."

"We went back to the timeshare and I told Pam she could shower first. As she
was showering, I opened the door and to her surprise got in with her. When she
recovered from her shock, she soaped my body and ran her hands all over. The
feel of her soapy hands on my tits sent shivers down my spine and ignited a
blaze in my pussy."

"Poor Pam was overcome with lust and wantonly sucked my tits until my knees
turned to jelly. I sat on a corner bench in the shower and Pam buried her face
in my snatch. The girl ate me like I was the main course at a banquet. I'll
never forget the sounds of her slurping and sucking me."

"Pam was insatiable and feasted on me every chance she could. Now, she was a
very pretty and svelte chestnut haired "hottie". With only a week left, I
wanted to return the favor and one morning as she exited the shower, I got my
chance."

"Pam was toweling off as I lay in my bed. My eyes scanned her slim body and
she saw I was ogling her. She climbed on my bed and knelt over my reclining
form. Slowly, she lowered her hairless but wet slit to my mouth. One taste and
I knew I would eat her pussy anytime. Suffice it to say that we had some wild
sixty nines. She introduced me to butt munching and I added that to my
repertoire."

We had arrived at her front door and suddenly I felt shy. Andrea's description
of girl on girl sex had moistened my pussy and I craved her hard body. Andrea
saw my expression and gazed at me with a look of need on her pretty face.

"Want to come in? She asked with a sly and sexy voice.

On the other side of her front door, Andrea took me into her arms and embraced
me. As she held me tightly against her body, she kissed me passionately and I
responded in kind. She whispered loving words in my ear that made me blush.
Hand in hand, she led me to her bedroom and an unforgettable night.

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