Young Muscle Lover: Part Two
By Scuba



By the end of her therapy sessions, Jennifer had a sharp and well defined
physique. On her last day, she thanked me profusely and gave me a charming
gold chain in appreciation. I was sad to see her go but I occasionally ran
into her during school breaks. The therapy was successful and she became one
of the star players on her team.

Except for my relationship with Andi at work, my life returned to a more
mundane existence. I continually worked on my body but felt lonely without a
lifting partner.

One cold winter day, I was going thru my usual workout when I saw someone
struggling to get the bench press bar up and off their chest. I immediately
went to help and lifted the weight back into its cradle. I gazed down at a
very handsome and relieved face.

Will was a thirty five year old attorney at a prestigious law firm downtown.
We hit it off right away and for the first time in a very long time I made
love to a man. Despite the ten year age difference, we developed a strong
relationship and moved in together.

Will was totally compliant with my wishes and ideas. Though at times, I
couldn't shake the feeling that he was a wimp. His physical body was ok but it
needed improving. I knew I was stronger but he ignored my pleas to workout.

For the next year, my romance with Will, at least in my mind, took on an
almost fairy tale quality but I was too blinded by my love for him to realize
that he was not emotionally involved in our relationship.

While our sex life was good in the beginning, it slowly devolved into my
giving him oral sex most of the time. For some reason, I was content to please
him and ignore my own needs. In retrospect, I wanted a lot more than he was
capable of delivering but refused to acknowledge the fact.

I was going to broach the idea of marriage when SHE appeared on the scene.
Andrea was a very pretty blonde with a "California Girl" look that had most of
the male members salivating. She was lean and hard bodied with smoldering
green eyes.

After several months, I suspected she was interested in Will but I naively
thought we had a strong relationship. The unmistakable signs are commonplace
among couples who are having difficulty. He was working later than usual, not
as romantic, emotionally distant, sex was less frequent and more perfunctory;
well, you get the picture.

One Saturday, Will informed me that he was planning a golf vacation with some
college buddies over the Memorial Day weekend. With the steady decline in our
relationship, I knew it was a lie.

Are you taking Andrea?" I questioned with bitterness in my voice.

Will tried his best in a lawyerly and argumentative way of convincing me
otherwise but I was no fool. I had gone thru enough turmoil with my ex husband
to know when a spouse or lover was seeing someone else.

"Get the fuck out of my apartment, You lying, cheating, bastard!" I screamed
into his face.

With the fury of a woman scorned, I tossed Will and his belongings out of my
apartment. My parting shot was a devastating punch just below his right eye
that resulted in an enormous shiner.

However, when my rage dissipated, I was heartbroken. Only a few months prior,
I had entertained the idea that I might marry the jerk.

When I returned to the gym after the holiday weekend, I discovered that Will
and Andrea's brief affair was over. My mood went from bad to worse. Andi
insisted that I go with her for a night on the town.

On Friday night, we headed to an upscale café near the gym that I had
frequented with Will. With Andi as the designated driver, I downed several
glasses of wine hoping it would dull my emotional pain. My head was buzzing
from the alcohol when I heard Andi gasp out loud.

"Don't look! But, Andrea just walked in." Andi announced in a whisper.

Ignoring Andi, I turned around and saw Andrea at the opposite end of the bar
accompanied by a woman who resembled her very closely. I was already "half in
the bag" and just the sight of Andrea made my blood boil with rage.

Andi knew I was seething inside.

"Just ignore her" Trish implored.

But, my anger was building and with my wounded pride, a confrontation was
inevitable. I failed to recall an ages old proverb:

"Pride goeth before a fall" and disregarded Andi's sound advice.

Andi grabbed my arm but I pulled free and strolled in a cocky manner to where
Andrea was standing. I stood and glared at her smug face but she regarded me
with a look of pure contempt.

"I'm done with the wimp, want him back?" Andrea said in a voice dripping with
sarcasm.

What a bitch! She steals my boyfriend and is giving me attitude. I didn't
understand at the time but my three year "struggle" to change my body had
given me a pompous and arrogant attitude. It blinded my ability to think
clearly and I thought of Andrea as some kind of evil seductress that Will was
powerless to resist.

In addition, my bodybuilding workout bolstered an over confidence in my
physical abilities. I was convinced that my muscled body would sustain me thru
any physical ordeal. How wrong I was.

Coupled with my self righteous indignation, I was a prime candidate for being
taught a lesson. Luckily, I chose the right person for my comeuppance.

"You and me! Outside! RIGHT NOW!" I bellowed in frustration at Andrea.

Andrea was completely unmoved by my outburst and had an amused expression on
her face.

"Wait! I have to ask; what did you see in him? And, for the record, he pursued
me." She declared in a mocking voice.

Despite my confrontational stance and angry glare, Andrea remained unfazed. I
refused to say anything more and Andrea regarded me with a look of utter
disdain.

"I would love to go outside and beat your sorry old ass to a pulp but I have a
rule; I don't fight drunks, besides, I prefer you were sober. The beating I
give you will hurt a helluva lot more." She remarked with derision.

I started calling Andrea names like coward, chicken shit, etc. but she never
lost her cool. It was uncharacteristic for me, but I was acting like a total
ass. She was writing something on a cocktail napkin and handing it to me.

"That's my address, be there tomorrow at 3pm. Oh, and make sure you're dressed
for a fight." She said with derision in her voice.

I quickly scanned the address and was familiar with that part of town.

"You can bring a second but I'm an honorable person and I assure you it will
be a fair match. But, in the event you're a no show, I'll tell everyone at the
gym that you chickened out." She declared in a loud mocking tone.

Although Andrea was twenty years my junior, I was confident that I could best
her in any physical confrontation. I guaranteed Andrea I would be there and
stormed out.

Andi pleaded with me not to fight Andrea on her home turf but I was too
stubborn to listen. When she realized I was incapable of changing my decision,
she wanted to go as my second. I flatly refused.

"This is my fight and I can handle myself. Anyway, Andrea's the one who should
be worried." I pledged with over confidence.

Promptly at 3pm, I rang the doorbell of Andrea's townhouse. My anger had
barely subsided from the previous evening and I failed to see the folly in my
pursuit for revenge.

Her "sister" opened the door and led me to the basement converted into a first
rate gym with mats, equipment and mirrors lining one wall. Andrea was standing
on the mats that occupied one half of the room and I could see her scornful
attitude was unchanged towards me.

Dressed in a sports bra, shorts and sneaks, she had the look of a young
warrior and it unnerved me. I tried to drive the thought out of my head when
she started barking instructions in a loud and authoritative voice.

"Everything is fair except, no hitting below the belt and there's no time
limit. Last one standing is the winner and, that will be me." She declared
with supreme confidence.

"It's not too late to back out." She said in a voice full of warning.

"Bring it on!" I yelled.

I lunged for Andrea's legs hoping to catch her off guard. As I was moving
forward, her hand grasped the back of my head and using my momentum as
leverage, she threw me to the mat.

I landed with a thud and Andrea pounced on me. She put me in a couple of
wrestling holds but I escaped and wildly swung at her trying to connect. She
countered with a flurry of power packed punches to my gut. The assault
continued until my "rock hard" abs were reduced to an aching mess.

Like an idiot, I dropped my guard from the pain and an upper cut landed flush
on the underside of my chin that left me dazed and confused. With my gut and
chin hurting, I fell to my knees. Shit! This was not what I expected and then
I remembered an old adage:

"Never underestimate your opponent"

Still woozy and in a dream like state, I fell from my kneeing position, onto
my side. Andrea was on top of me and with amazing agility, wrapped my arms and
legs in her steely embrace.

With precise movements, she squeezed and contorted my body into very painful
shapes. Trying to free myself, I fought with every fiber of my being but
Andrea's strength was far superior.

I was sweating profusely from my struggle and as my strength steadily
weakened, I realized my defeat was imminent. Andrea used the opportunity to
inflict more pain and my body went limp in her suffocating holds.

Although we seemed to be of equal height and weight, I was no match for
Andrea's skills and unbelievably hard muscles. I made one last valiant attempt
to escape but any resolve I had about not losing to my tormentor evaporated.

As I lay flat on my back, Andrea assumed a sitting position on my chest and
looked down at me with a smug look of triumph on her pretty face. She slowly
flexed her arms and two very prominent and peaked biceps expanded into
baseball sized domes. It was a humbling display of female muscle and fear
gripped my heart.

Andrea was content to continue my torture by lightly slapping my face and
calling me a baby in a sing song voice.

"Kate is a baby." she kept repeating.

"Please stop" I begged her and the tears came fast and furious running down my
cheeks in little rivulets. I didn't cry very long because a strange phenomenon
occurred.

Andrea was in total control of my body and in spite of the searing pain she
had inflicted, I discovered I enjoyed the sensation of her dominance. Not only
was I enjoying her domination, but I was sexually aroused. My pussy was
dripping wet from the excitement.

Young muscled "hotties" were my fetish but never at the price of pain and
humiliation.

Andrea saw my passive look and moved her butt over my face. As she spread her
shorts covered ass cheeks and sat on my face, I nearly moaned out loud. The
act was meant to further my humiliation but the earthy smell of her sweaty
butt inflamed my lust. With my hands temporarily freed, I groped her firm
derriere as it rode my face.

"Fuck!" She exclaimed.

With my face buried in her muscular ass, I passionately squeezed the firm
globes. Suddenly, she shifted her butt until her pussy was against my face.
With my obstructed view, I was able to see that her face was alive with a look
of exhilaration.

Mercilessly, she ground her damp shorts clad pussy on my mouth and nose.

"You pathetic slut! You want me!" she exulted and moaned out loud.

With Andrea's strong smelling pussy filling my world, she stripped me until I
was naked. By now, the crotch of her shorts was soaked with the potent odor of
sweat and something very pungent but familiar.

I took another peek upward and Andrea removed her sports bra revealing her
small but very firm tits sticking straight out from her chest.

Andrea's upper body physique boggled the mind. Lean with well defined muscles
and lats that flared out then tapered into a "V" ending at the waist. It was a
marvel of sculpted beauty that my eyes feasted on with unabashed admiration.

The compact musculature looked astonishingly hard and dense under paper thin
skin. Andrea's body achieved a symmetry and proportionality that I have rarely
seen on a human being.

In addition to her amazing physical attributes, she radiated feminine charm.

Overcome with lust, I impatiently pulled at the waistband of Andrea's
shorts/panties. She stood up and the shorts/panties continued their downward
journey. As she moved to one side, her bald and pouty pussy came into view.
Sexily, she wiggled her ass and shook the shorts/panties off her legs.
Kneeling over my reclining form, she was poised for the inevitable

As Andrea lowered her moist slit, I clutched her sexy ass cheeks and drew the
sopping flesh to my mouth. My tongue lashed every centimeter of her sodden
gash and she squealed with delight when I probed her slimy hole.

I found her muscular ass irresistible and lightly fingered her butt hole.

"Fuck!" She yelped out loud and in one swift motion drove her puckered hole
onto my tongue

With primal hunger, I devoured her tasty ass and fondled her drenched pussy.
When my lust for her bung hole was sated, I thrust a goo covered finger into
the orifice.

Oh! Fuck! Oh! Oh! Fuck! She yelled in great panting breaths.

I greedily sucked Andrea's tangy pussy, thrilled by the tart but enormously
satisfying flavor. Her savory pussy was bloated with creamy juice and I must
have looked foolish sucking then swallowing the tangy fluid down my throat.

With my attention focused on the turgid and dripping flesh affixed to my
gaping maw, Andrea howled with orgasmic fervor;

"Fuck! I'm comingggg! Oh Fuck!"

With Andrea's firm ass thrusting rhythmically and in unison with my sticky
face, her hard body shuddered and quaked for a minute or better.

As she slowly regained her senses, I was engulfed with embarrassment and
shame. She had beaten me soundly and I reacted like a depraved slut. At that
moment, I felt like the lowest piece of gutter trash on the face of the earth.

When she stood up, I kept my eyes averted and rolled on my side away from her.
The shame of my defeat and submission weighed heavily on my psyche.

I got up and went after my clothes. Andrea grabbed my panties from the pile.

"Can I please have my panties?" I begged like a little child.

"Oh No! You have to EARN my respect before I give them back." She declared
with fervor and waived the underwear in my face.

With her hands on her hips, Andrea's powerfully built naked body assumed a
defiant stance. I was standing with my head down and asked her again.

"Not a chance!" She barked right in my downcast face.

As I dressed myself with the remaining clothes, I learned that Andrea wasn't
done with me just yet.

"I expect to see your pitiful ass here next Saturday at exactly the same time
and your attendance next Saturday will guarantee my silence at the gym. You
need to be taught a lesson and I'm just the person to do it. Understand! " She
declared with authority.

All I could do was nod my frightfully messy head in submissive agreement.

I have no memory of driving home but I do remember masturbating like a mad
woman in the shower. In fact, every time I thought about Andrea's hard hot
body, my pussy quivered and creamed until I rubbed my clit to orgasm for
relief.

My entire world was turned upside down and inside out. When I wasn't frigging
myself like an oversexed tramp, I assumed a fetal position on my bed and tried
in vain to make sense out of the situation. But, I felt like a gutted fish
with the innards cut out and left for the seagulls.

At the gym, I avoided contact with other members by working out at 5am when
the gym opened. I trained hard in the hope that some strength increase might
turn the tables in my favor.

As the week progressed, I gained some of my self confidence back. But, it was
Andrea's physical domination of me that was most troubling. She possessed
power and strength that crumpled my muscular body like a paper cup.

On Saturday at 3:00 pm, I squared off against Andrea for the second time. For
twenty solid minutes, I held my own and tried my level best not to make any
mistakes. But, fatigue set in and once she gained the upper hand, she was in
complete control.

With her incredible strength, Andrea contorted and constricted my body into
very painful contortions. When she sat on my chest and pinned my arms, my
pussy reacted much as it had the previous week. Her dominance and my
submissive behavior were the key ingredients and I experienced an intense
craving for her body.

My desires would have to wait as Andrea stripped me and made me get on all
fours. With her ankles tightly gripping my sides, I took her for piggy back
rides around the room. Although it was humiliating, I enjoyed her nude form on
my back and smiled as she rode me.

About the 3rd or 4th circuit around the room, Andrea was laughing very hard
and fell off my back onto the mat. I was laughing just as hard and when the
giggles ebbed, she regarded me with curiosity.

I stared lustily at Andrea's incredibly tight body and my mouth watered in
anticipation of the meal ahead. With her elbows supporting her upper body, she
opened her muscular thighs and with feverish zeal, I devoured her juicy slit
and butt hole.

Andrea gasped, moaned and finally wailed like a banshee as I tirelessly
feasted on her delicious pussy. Before her first orgasm, I felt something
poking at my slice and abruptly realized that she was pushing a dildo into my
appreciative gash.

As I ravenously gorged on her fiery cleft, I came with explosive force from
the dildo drilling my hole.

In the aftermath of our debauchery, Andrea sat on the mat in front of my
reclining body and gazed at me with curious interest. At first, I averted my
eyes but realized that I wanted to look at her pretty face and returned the
same curious look.

"You were unaware of your submissive side." She stated more than asked and I
nodded an affirmative response.

The cold hard truth of those words hit me like a sledgehammer and my feelings
of shame returned. I looked away and got up to leave. When I searched for my
panties, I saw Andrea holding them and twirling them with one finger.

"May I please have my panties." I asked very sweetly.

"No, I'll keep them as a memento of your defeat." She stated with stern
emphasis.

Andrea was unyielding and my heart sank when she continued.

"Same time next week and we'll continue our sessions on a weekly basis until
I'm convinced that you've actually learned a lesson." She voiced commandingly
just inches from my downcast face.

For the next six weeks, Andrea punished me with increasing intensity using her
constrictor like power. Her physical dominance was unstoppable as her crushing
holds zapped any strength or resolve I had inside me.

However, my sexual craving for her beautifully muscled body intensified and
before she could physically exhaust me I was lapping contentedly at her juicy
gash.

Finally, during the 8th session, she broke me physically. With my body gripped
in a brutal scissors hold, my continued defiance evaporated like wisps of
cloud. My body was one huge ache and my mental resolve vanished as well.

The tears came with unrelentingly and I sobbed like child. I was terrified