Young Muscle Lover: Part One 




The bikini top was just large enough to cover my nipples. The salesgirl was
appraising the overall look and judged that both top and bottom were a good
fit. When she found out I was in my mid forties, her face wore a look of
disbelief.

My daughter Sophie agreed with the salesgirl.

"Wow" she exclaimed with a look of wonder.

My reflection in the mirror had changed dramatically in the last three years
and I had a renewed self confidence that transcended my looks.

It all started one dismal Tuesday morning when I slipped in the shower at my
apartment. The ink wasn't dry on the divorce papers and I hated the prospect
of dating again. At a size sixteen, I faced limited possibilities unless the
guy was a chubby chaser.

My ankle looked puffy and red. When I tried to stand up, burning pain shot
thru my leg. Somehow, I made it to the emergency room and x rays confirmed a
fracture.

Back in my apartment, with a cast over my ankle, I felt like a hopeless loser.
I found solace in a bottle of bourbon for a few days but hated waking up with
a hangover.

From childhood my body type was referred to as "big boned" or zaftig. I
suffered thru the never ending comments by relatives,

"She has such a pretty face. If she lost some weight ... "

My mother was the "eat everything on your plate" type who grew up in the
Depression. Food was the cure for all ills. Feeling depressed? Have a piece of
pie. Bomb the math test? Have some ice cream. No date for the senior prom? Eat
an entire box of candy.

My roommate in freshman year at college convinced me to start jogging. After
several months, I lost enough to drop two sizes and met my future husband,
Jerry.

I remained a size ten until my daughter was born and ballooned to a size
eighteen. For the next twenty years, I struggled with my weight. I tried every
fad diet that came down the pike and enjoyed some success. But, inherently
most failed and I usually gained back more than I lost.

I owned most of the workout tapes with celebrity names. Nothing worked until
by a quirk of fate, I broke my ankle.

After the cast was removed, my medical insurance paid for six weeks of
therapy. Jocelyn, the physical therapist at the hospital fitness center,
inquired about my level of activity. For the next twenty minutes, I related my
lifetime struggle with my body.

"Do you want to make a positive and life long change in your appearance?" She
inquired with sincerity.

Of course I said yes but Jocelyn's formula for a life altering change was
practical and filled with common sense. Eat less, increase cardio output and
incorporate weights into my exercise regimen.

At first it sounded too simple but by the end of my rehab, I was walking over
2 miles on the treadmill. With the decrease in calories, my clothes were loose
and at Jocelyn's urging, I joined the fitness center.

Five days a week, Jocelyn oversaw my exercise regimen. She incorporated
weights into the equation and the flab seemed to gradually melt away. I was
jogging over 3 miles on the treadmill and for the first time in a long time, I
wasn't out of breath walking up a flight of stairs.

For twelve months, I dedicated myself to morning workouts and discovered that
I wasn't big boned as a child, just fat. My reflection in the mirror revealed
a trim figure I had never seen before.

I was growing bored with my routine and researched different workouts but
nothing interested me until I read a women's natural body building magazine.
The women in the magazine were lean and muscled without appearing bulky.

When I approached Jocelyn with my desire to look like one of the featured
women in the magazine, she agreed to train me but I had to entrust complete
control of the regimen to her.

"How long will it take until I look like them?" I asked.

"It takes a lot of dedication and hard work." She stated factually.

Jocelyn was about 5' 5" with a lean hard body look that was similar to the
women in the magazine. I was envious of her physique from my first day of
rehab. With her long brown hair and pretty face, she radiated feminine charm.

Jocelyn recommended some muscle enhancing supplements and I spent a week
researching the pros and cons. In the end, I decided on their usage but in
conservative amounts. After twelve months of hard work, my body had a hard and
defined appearance.

My daughter Sophie came for a weekend visit. She had graduated from college
and was starting a new job out of state. I was stretching in the den wearing a
sports bra and shorts when she came in the room with a shocked look on her
face.

"What's wrong?" I asked with some concern.

"Nothing, I'm just admiring your body" she said with delight.

I was proud of my accomplishment and pleased that she noticed.

"Are they real?" She asked inquisitively looking at my arms.

I flexed my right arm and a small peach size ball sprouted on my upper arm.
Sophie gently squeezed my bicep.

"Gosh Mom, it's hard as a rock." She declared.

I was sure that I blushed. Everyone at the gym noticed my transformation and
complimented me on my new appearance.

From the start, I thought my new body would attract oodles of men. However,
most of the men seemed to be intimidated by my physical look. Except for a few
dates, my love life was non-existent. My only sexual outlet was masturbation
and while I found my "toys' satisfying, I wanted the closeness of a
relationship.

Strangely, it was the women at the gym who seemed to take notice. Their
compliments and reactions bolstered my ego and it appealed to me in a way that
I had a hard time identifying. At first, it was thrilling but when I recalled
some of the comments or looks, I got a tingly feeling in my body.

One morning I was running on the treadmill when Jocelyn told me that one of
the members was looking for a weight lifting partner. She pointed to a young
woman doing push ups in a far corner of the gym. I had never seen a woman do
push ups so effortlessly.

When she stood up, I found myself admiring her physique. She was of average
height but her body was muscular with strong definition. Light blonde hair was
pulled back into a French braid and any exposed skin on her body was covered
in a light sheen of sweat. Her pretty face had a serious look that dissolved
to one of mirth when she saw me staring.

I quickly turned away but in my peripheral vision I saw her walking towards
me. With the added weight of my embarrassment, I huffed and puffed for the
last few minutes on the treadmill. Even without looking at her, I was
intimidated by her presence.

She was leaning against the unoccupied treadmill next to me with an amused
expression. When I turned to walk away, she made an exaggerated throat
clearing sound to get my attention. As my body twisted to meet the sound, I
was stunned by her appearance up close.

Her body looked as if it had been carved from a piece of marble. Branches of
veins stood out on the seemingly transparent and tan skin. When I looked at
her face, piercing blue eyes held my gaze. I felt an odd but recognizable
sensation in my nether regions.

"Hi, I'm Jamie" She said enthusiastically and offered her hand in friendship.

"Kate" I stammered and clasped her hand.

"I didn't mean to stare but Jocelyn said you were looking for a ... " I
nervously tried to explain but Jamie cut me off.

"No problemo." She stated and gave my clasped hand a good squeeze.

Her steely grip made me wince in pain.

"Oh, sorry" She said apologetically.

Jamie told me she had been working out at the fitness center for five years
but usually at night. Her work schedule had recently changed and she was
forced to exercise in the morning. She always lifted weights with a partner
and was looking around for a replacement.

"You look like you're familiar with weights." She stated knowingly as she
surveyed my body.

"Interested?" She asked with a sly voice.

Although I doubted that I was on Jamie's fitness level, the thought of sharing
a workout with someone appealed to me and I agreed.

"Up for a late morning breakfast?" she inquired expecting another positive
response and I nodded my acceptance.

I was trying to sort thru my feelings of attraction for Jamie as we drove
separate cars to the "Breakfast Nook." Something about her had stirred long
dormant desires inside of me. That was perfectly fine with me except I had
never thought about a woman sexually until I saw Jamie.

At the restaurant, Jamie was a bubbly bundle of conversation. She was only
twenty six and lived with her Dad in a suburb of San Diego. A sports and
physical therapy specialist by trade, she found that late afternoon and
evening appointments were far more lucrative than the traditional nine to five
day.

As Jamie chattered away, my pussy twitched and moistened further dampening my
already sweaty panties. I was dumbfounded by my reaction to the lovely
creature seated across from me. I had known her less than thirty minutes and I
wanted to rip her sweats off.

We agreed to meet three mornings a week for weight training and everything
went very smoothly until the day Jamie invited me to her home for a swim and
tan party by the pool.

When Jamie strode out to the pool deck in her teeny bikini, I nearly feinted.
She was an awe inspiring vision of female power and grace. But, she also
exuded a sensuality that had an unmistakable effect on me.

"Last one in is a rotten egg" she shouted and her body knifed smoothly into
the water.

I finished applying some sunscreen and sat on the side of the pool watching
Jamie effortlessly swim laps. After a few circuits, she stopped and looked at
me with a frown.

"Aren't you coming in?" she asked dejectedly.

I slid into the cool water and Jamie wanted to race.

"Six laps, free style and I'll give you a half lap handicap." She explained in
an authoritative way.

"I really need a three lap lead" I mumbled to myself.

It was no contest. Jamie slaughtered me and finished way ahead. As she pumped
her arms upward in victory, she saw my dejected look. I was leaning against
the side when she swam up and put her arms around me in sympathy.

The feel of Jamie's muscular arms on my skin was electric and my body tingled
with sensations that emanated from my drooling pussy. Suddenly, I felt shy and
looked down at the glistening water. With her thumb and forefinger, she gently
raised my chin and looked deep into my eyes. I tried to look away but she held
me fast.

"Kate, when was the last time you had sex with someone other than yourself?"
she inquired.

I didn't know how to respond but told her it was five years maybe more.

"But, I've only ... what I mean to say is ... ." I stammered like a bumbling
idiot.

Before I had a chance to finish, she kissed me full on the lips. It was a
sensuous and lingering kiss that sent shock waves thru me. She planted another
more passionate kiss on my lips that had me swooning.

"Jamie, I'm old enough to be ... " I stated factually and she interrupted me
again.

"Don't say it. It's doesn't matter to me." she declared and with her powerful
arms drew me closer for more kisses.

I felt like a small child in Jamie's steely embrace. My body surrendered first
but my mind refused to let go. However, when she trailed gentle and wet kisses
on my neck, my last smidgen of resolve faded.

Instinctively, I squeezed and fondled her small boobs. The nipples hardened
and strained against the thin fabric of her top. I reached around her back and
with deft fingers released her hot looking tits.

As I tweaked and rolled the rigid stubs, I kissed her with hungry abandon. I
hadn't felt so sexually alive in a long time. Jamie watched intently as I
lowered my lips to a stiff protruding nipple and sucked with an infant's
intensity.

With my mouth busily working on Jamie's tits, a hand invaded my bikini bottom
and sought out my drenched gash. Experienced fingers stroked the length of my
soggy slit and poked into my hole. In just a few minutes I was gasping and
slumped against Jamie's hard body.

Effortlessly, Jamie held me and vigorously fingered me to an orgasm. I let out
a lusty howl and panted wildly as my pussy contracted. I gazed up at her in
gratitude and a few tears ran down my cheeks.

Jamie picked me up and cradled me in her arms. She carried me out of the pool
and up to her bedroom. Gently, she laid me on her bed and removed my bikini. I
lay naked on top of her and we spent a long time kissing. She turned me onto
my back and eyed me hungrily.

Jamie kissed down my body and stopped just above my hair covered mound. She
gazed at my hairy crotch and licked her lips. With her hands holding my ass,
she ate me with an expertise that my ex husband could never have achieved. I
gasped, moaned and cried out from the incredible licking she gave my starved
pussy.

My orgasm erupted with an intensity that was entirely new to me.

OH! GOD! I shrieked at the top of my lungs and pounded my quaking pussy on her
mouth.

Jamie sucked my gooey hole and clit with furious need. As my first orgasm
dissipated another one built and burst in record time.

"SUCK MY PUSSY" I wailed over and over.

I didn't want the most mind-boggling sexual escapade of my life to end and
Jamie drilled a slimy finger into my butt hole.

"OH!" I howled repeatedly and as my next orgasm surged thru my engorged pussy.

Jamie shamelessly sucked the fluids out of my hole and I watched with
unabashed awe as she swallowed the discharge.

Finally, I was completely spent and collapsed on the bed. When I looked at
Jamie, her face was saturated and dripping with sticky liquid. After only a
minutes rest, I wanted to return the favor.

"You don't have to." She stated with conviction.

"Oh, but I want to!" I declared with emphasis.

I gazed longingly at Jamie's body covered in sweat from her exertions. With my
fingers I traced the solid muscle just below the surface of the papery skin.
Her crotch was hair covered but well groomed at the sides. Little drops of
moisture clung to most of the hairs and she spread her legs wide anticipating
the joining of my mouth and her hot pussy.

A compelling need overtook me and I buried my face in Jamie's soaking wet
crotch. With a life of its own, my tongue slithered and snaked along every
crease and fold of the turgid flesh. I basked in the heady aroma and as the
dew drops of moisture collected on my tongue, I swallowed the nectar.

The flavor was strong but immensely pleasurable. I tried to mimic what Jamie
had done to me but I had much to learn.

"That's it baby, eat me." She growled sexily and arched her back.

Jamie's juices were abundant. I grasped her incredibly firm butt and sucked
her oozing hole with overwhelming need. With determination and force of will,
I brought her to orgasm.

I rested my cheek on Jamie's mound and lightly ran my fingers up and down her
sopping slit. With one finger invading her hole, my thumb gingerly massaged
her clit. In no time her hips were moving rhythmically as I stimulated the
sensitive flesh.

Again, an all encompassing desire to eat my muscle goddess enveloped me and I
burrowed my tongue into her soaking wet slice. With impassioned zeal, I ate
and ate and ate until she bellowed her approval and erupted.

I raised my dripping face and smiled at her.

"Thank you" I gushed with absolute gratitude and suddenly felt bashful.

I hugged Jamie and wouldn't let go. She pulled me on top of her and I rested
my head on her chest and fell asleep.

When I woke, I was disoriented for a moment until I realized I was in bed with
Jamie. The room was dark save for some filtered light from the outside. She
was lying on her side with her back to me. I lay with my front against her and
draped an arm over her side.

When I woke the next morning, I stared up at the ceiling and heard the shower
running. I closed my eyes again only to open them and see Jamie standing next
to me.

"Want to shower?" she asked and threw me a towel.

The hot water was marvelously refreshing as I recalled my new experiences. I
was getting horny again and my fingers lightly massaged my slit. Jamie
appeared in the doorway and I was embarrassed.

"Save that for me!" she exclaimed in a sexy voice.

I quickly dried my body and flew into Jamie's arms. Our bodies entwined into a
sixty nine and we pussy munched with as much fervor as last night. With my
hands grasping her derriere, I looked at the rose bud nestled between the
cheeks and was drawn to it.

I maneuvered myself until I was within licking distance and flicked my tongue
over the sensitive flesh. Jamie's body stiffened in response and she moaned
her approval. She stopped her assault on my slice and reveled in my butt
munching.

With unyielding desire, I stabbed my tongue into the center. My fingers worked
her slit into a foaming mess of fluids until her groans, grunts, ahs and moans
reached a crescendo.

"Oh God ... baby, that's fantastic, OH, OH!" She cried out and thrashed on the
bed.

With a banshee like wail, she climaxed with an undeniable ferocity that I felt
privileged to witness.

I derived an astonishing amount of satisfaction from my sexual relationship
with Jamie and we explored each others bodies with unrivaled ardor. However,
my intuition was warning me that Jamie had romantic feelings for me.

Despite my craving for Jamie's hard muscular body, I lacked any romantic
feelings for her. My desires were driven by lust and nothing else. I yearned
for romantic love with the male of the species and hoped it would happen
someday.

After several months with Jamie as my weight lifting partner, my body achieved
an even higher degree of muscular definition. I was opposed to adding more
mass and opted for a ripped and lean look. In spite of Jamie's pleas to enter
a local body building competition, the real reasons for changing my body were
a greater degree of self esteem and self confidence.

About the same time, I became embroiled in a surprising same sex relationship
with a co-worker. None of my fellow office workers knew about my muscular
physique. With tasteful business casual dress the accepted norm, most of them
only saw my body get gradually smaller.

Andi was a twenty one year old slim "hottie" with a pretty face. Her
Greek/Italian heritage gave her a decidedly ethnic look. Luxurious long brown
hair, olive color complexion and sparkling hazel eyes were her best features.

We were eating lunch together one day when Andi mentioned that her widowed
uncle was on the prowl. In his mid forties, he owned several dry cleaning
stores and was moderately successful. Her description piqued my interest and
she invited me to an informal pool party at her parents' home to meet him.

The gathering was only a week away when it dawned on me that Andi might be
shocked when she saw me in my bikini. That Monday at work, I asked her to meet
me at my apartment after working hours and I side stepped all her attempts to
find out why our meeting was important.

Promptly at 6pm, I let Andi in and after a few drinks, she was growing
impatient. I excused myself for a few minutes and returned wearing a full
length terry cloth bath robe.

"Kate, why all secrecy?" she inquired with some exasperation.

"I'll show you." I stated without any emotion and slowly removed the robe.

Andi's eyes bugged out of her head when she saw my physique. Her gaze traveled
up and down my body with a look of astonishment of her face. I saw her visibly
gulp and realized that my appearance was having an effect on her.

"Would you like to see some poses?" I asked innocently.

"Yeah!" she stated enthusiastically.

I applied oil to my arms, legs and front then asked Andi to finish my back.
Her hands were shaking and it took some time before she finished. The idea
that she might be turned on by my appearance had never entered my mind.

Andi sat on the couch and gawked with an open mouth as I hit a few poses. Her
facial expression changed to a look of yearning and lust. It was a mystery to
me why my body had more of an effect on women than men.

Andi was clearly excited by my show as little beads of sweat formed on her
forehead. Without saying a word, I removed my bikini and posed in the nude for
my appreciative colleague. I walked up to where she was sitting and hit a few
more poses.

When I flexed my right arm and the bicep swelled into a peach size granite
hard rock, she spoke in an admiring tone of voice.

"You're body is awesome!"

My gash started leaking from all the attention and the aroma was wafting in
the air. Andi squealed when I went into my double bicep pose and I encouraged
her to feel hardened mounds.

I moved closer and when I was in front of Andi, she buried her face in my
bush. Her hands groped and squeezed my butt adding to the excitement.

Because her position afforded little access to my slobbering slit, I sat on
the floor with my back against the sofa and my butt on a pillow. She dove in
for the feast and I watched with amazement as she ate me to several orgasmic
highs.

When I asked Andi where she learned her "craft", she related how same sex hook
ups were preferred among women in her college dorm.

"I had four years of practice." She stated proudly.

Andi was a pussy eating phenomenon. Lunch hours at work were usually spent
with Andi lunching on me. I never reciprocated and she preferred it that way.

However, I was careful to hide my latest exploit from Jamie. She had a jealous
nature that manifested itself at the gym whenever I stared with interest at an
attractive woman or man for that matter. It furthered my conviction that she
had romantic ideas about our relationship.

Andi had a fun loving and infectious nature that I simply adored. An old
college friend from Germany was coming for a visit and she insisted that I
meet her. They had shared a dorm room and each other for the spring semester
of her junior year.

"She's totally into women." Andi declared in a loud voice.

Sigi was a blonde haired and blue eyed "hottie" with a tight muscular body.
When I met her, she was dressed in "Daisy Duke" denim cut offs and a spaghetti
strap belly shirt. The overall effect left me breathless.

"Hi, I'm Sigi" she intoned with a light German accent.

We sunbathed by the pool at my apartment complex and exchanged stares. Her
bikini was nothing more than some small triangles of cloth and strings that
barely covered the privates on her taut athletic body. As my gaze wandered
over her long sinewy legs accentuated by a tight little butt, my pussy creamed
and quivered from the sight.

After several hours baking in the sun and frolicking in the pool, we headed
back to my apartment for some adult beverage and food. Sigi had a tremendous
capacity for beer and guzzled a six pack in record time.

By now she was feeling frisky and declared that clothes were an impediment to
our true selves as human beings. Her accent made the words sound very silly
and we laughed uproariously.

Bikinis went flying in all directions. I gaped at Sigi's pretty blonde bush
but gasped when my eyes alighted on her small orange size breasts with long
jutting nipples. She leaned back with her hands flat on the floor and her
chest thrust out. My reaction to her muscled and naked body had surprised me
and I was consumed with a lust that overwhelmed any reservations I had about
her youth.

I nursed Sigi's tits like a starving child. With endless hunger I mouthed,
rolled and lashed the stubby ends. My ferocious assault left the pink beauties
puffy and red.

Sigi had me lie on my back and knelt over me with her drenched gash directly
above my face. She gazed at me with the feral look of a predator. The swollen
lips of her mouthwatering pussy were covered with silky blonde hair and
moisture.

Sigi threw her head back in ecstasy and moaned as I devoured the succulent
flesh. I looked over and saw Andi transfixed by the sight of me eating her
friend's pussy like it was my last meal on earth.

I greedily sucked the fluids from Sigi's gasping hole as she made guttural
sounds in her throat. Then, I felt hands grasp my ass and a small wet mouth
affix itself to my heaving gash. Andi serviced my pussy with a vengeance as I
feasted on Sigi.

Sigi's tart pussy was my entire world that debauched weekend and the pungent
odor lingered in the air long after her departure.

When her pussy became sore, I turned my attention to her sexy butt and poked
the tender hole until she exploded. Like a bitch in heat, I lapped the tight
ring with the same explosive results.

That weekend turned my world upside down. I was obsessed with the taste and
flavor of Sigi's pussy and its creamy discharge. More than anything, I wanted
muscled young women to satisfy my sexual craving.

Because of my new found desires, my sexual relationship with Jamie ebbed until
it was almost non existent. It would have led to a messy breakup if Jamie
hadn't accepted the position as a physical trainer and therapist to a very
wealthy couple in Florida.

While I would miss her, the tearful goodbye was more from relief than actual
emotion. I was free to continue my quest for muscular young women unencumbered
by any undesirable relationship.

Andi was well aware of my "needs" and was on the lookout for me. Several
months after Jamie's departure and Sigi's visit, she mentioned that her
friend's sister was looking for a trainer.

Jennifer was a stunning eighteen year old "hottie" with long brown hair,
delicate features, long legs and one of the tightest non-bodybuilder physiques
I ever saw. Her sports forte was volleyball but an injury in her senior year
of high school had left her college scholarship in doubt. Although strength
training was a regular part of her workouts, her coach recommended a more
intense program as a possible solution.

Because her parents were strapped for money with one daughter already in
college, Andi had suggested that I might do it for a reduced cost. Hell, one
look at Jennifer and I would do it for free.

When we met to discuss the training schedule and proper diet, I was entranced
by Jennifer's sensuality. Her body language screamed sexy. My first reaction
that she should be model was quickly rejected when she took off her sweats.
Her lean but hard body was a sight to behold. I asked her to flex her arms and
her biceps swelled into small plum size balls. It was an impressive display
for a young woman just out of high school.

I doubted that Jennifer was aware of her muscular sexuality and its impact on
others. There was a quiet naà¯ve quality about her that was appealing. While
her reserved demeanor could be misconstrued as a haughty or snobbish, she was
genuinely friendly with a pleasant disposition.

When I looked into Jennifer's hazel eyes, she returned my gaze with an
innocent but concerned expression.

"It's my shoulder. Right about here." She stated and pointed to the
troublesome area.

Jennifer's shoulders looked like mini cannon balls and for twenty minutes I
discussed the exercises and techniques that might benefit the area. She
listened attentively and even took some notes. I asked if she had any
questions and when she looked up at me, she had tears in her eyes.

"Did I say something to upset you?" I inquired with bona fide concern.

"No, I'm scared that I won't make the team and lose my scholarship." She said
in a very sad voice.

"First, you have to try the therapy." I stated with confidence and showed her
a picture of myself when I broke my ankle.

"That's you!?" she declared in an unbelieving tone of voice.

"Yep; all one hundred and eighty pounds of me." I said in a disgusted way.

Jennifer alternated between staring at the picture and at me with a continued
look of disbelief. I was hoping to boost her confidence level and it worked.
From the first day, she concentrated her efforts on rehabilitation and
strength gains. We had about twelve weeks before she left for school and we
would need all of that time to make a difference.

Jennifer usually wore a sleeveless T over her sports bra along with biker
shorts and sneaks. Occasionally, I had to place my hands on her to show her
proper technique and the touch of her bare skin with the rigid muscles was
electric.

As she progressed with the exercises, I had more time to gaze lustfully at her
body. Her breasts were small but larger than an A cup. Sometimes, the nipples
would erect and strain at the thin fabric of her top. Andi had seen her tits
when they were changing at her pool house and reported them as very hot,
similar to Sigi's.

But, it was Jennifer's lean muscled body that was the star attraction in my
masturbation fantasies. I longed to see her naked but bided my time with a
great deal of patience. I wanted her committed to the program before I made
any attempt to seduce her.

When we reached the midway point, I visually assessed Jennifer's progress and
came to the conclusion that she had a much denser looking and defined upper
body. When flexed, her biceps grew to the size of an orange and were as hard
as stone. I was trying to think of a test that would show her progress when
one presented itself quite by accident.

Tom Pritchett was a member of the high school Lacrosse team and one the star
players. He was working on his cardio conditioning at the same gym when
Jennifer spied him. I watched the inter play between them and knew he was the
right person for my "test."

Tom seemed entranced by Jennifer's appearance and his eyes followed her
wherever she went in the room. He stood about 5' 9' tall and 150 pounds
soaking wet. Jennifer was 5' 6" tall and 120 pounds but most of it solid
muscle.

I asked Jennifer about Tom.

"I think he has a crush on me." she said with some shyness and her face
reddened with the comment.

She turned and looked at him with her muscular arms folded in front of her.

"I would go out with him but he clams up when he gets near me." she stated
with exasperation.

I told Jennifer that I might have a way to solve the dating problem. With
conspiratorial flair I informed her that an arm wrestling competition might be
the solution. If she lost, no harm, no foul but if she won, he had to go on a
date with her. I looked at Jennifer's beefy arm and was positive of the
outcome.

After her workout, Jennifer approached Tom and he had a surprised look on his
face. I watched from a distance as they appeared to be talking normally.
Suddenly, they both had angry expressions and I could overhear arguing. I got
closer to investigate.

"No way Jennifer" Tom stated angrily.

"Why, afraid you might lose to a GIRL?" Jennifer questioned with sarcasm.

"No, afraid you might get hurt" he declared with emphasis.

"Oh, Mr. Macho Studly Man, please don't hurt me." she retorted in a mocking
little girl voice.

"Knock it off Jennifer!" he bellowed and assumed an angry stance with his
fists balled up at his sides.

Jennifer eyed him with a look of disgust and continued her verbal assault.

"I'm starting to think you're a real wimp and I can kick your sorry ass
easily." She stated derisively.

That pushed Tom over the edge and he was shaking with rage.

"You're on!" he bellowed loudly.

Tom was unaware that for the past six weeks Jennifer had been doing bicep
curls, a lot of bicep curls with progressively heavier weight. The person who
won two out of three matches was the winner.

A fifteen minute prep period was decided before the main event. Tom looked
nervous but Jennifer had a look of confidence that surprised even me. A
suitable table was found and it was time to begin.

I studied Tom's face carefully as his gaze moved down to Jennifer's arm and
the look of dismay that that spread over his features. The girl had some nice
guns and he was clearly intimidated.

"You're goin down Tommy Boy!" Jennifer declared.

When their arms tensed at the start of the first match, Jennifer's bicep
exploded into a rock hard mass. Tom's eyes remained fixed on the flexed beauty
and his arm was slowly moving in the wrong direction.

Tom, realizing he was in trouble, struggled furiously to get even but he
barely budged Jennifer's arm. After only a minute or two, sweat sprang from
his forehead and ran in little rivers down his face.

Jennifer seemed content to allow Tom to tire himself before she made her move.
Her arm tensed and with an unhurried pace, she forced his arm down to defeat.
Tom hung his head in shame while Jennifer celebrated with a victory dance.

People in the gym had gathered to watch the match and were now making
disparaging comments about Tom's lack of muscle. With the ten minute rest
period over, Tom kept his gaze fixed on Jennifer as they prepared to battle
once more.

They joined hands but Tom already had a defeated expression on his face. He
appeared dazed by the situation and with the female contingent squarely in
Jennifer's corner, the outcome in her favor was inevitable.

Jennifer embarrassed Tom with an overwhelming display of girl power as she
drove his arm backwards onto the table in less than a minute. She whooped and
hollered her victory as Tom hung his head dejectedly.

When he got up to leave, she stood in front of him and blocked his way.

"Are you forgetting something Tommy?" she said with menace in her voice.

"No! No Way!" he shouted weakly and tried to push past her.

In total frustration, Tom took a swing at Jennifer but he was off balance. She
countered with a sharp overhand right that landed flush on his eye, snapping
his head back and depositing him on the seat of his pants.

His humiliation was complete. The poor kid has tears in his eyes but sympathy
was nowhere to be found.

"I'm waiting Tommy." Jennifer declared in a sexy voice as she bent over and
presented her hot little ass to him.

With tears running down his cheeks and his eye swelling to closure, Tom got on
his knees and placed a light kiss on Jennifer's butt.

"You'll have to do better than that Tommy." Jennifer said in a sing song
voice.

With the women chanting "Tommy, Tommy ... " he gave her ass a good smack with
his lips. Everyone cheered except for Tom, who looked like a train had run
over him.

As things settled down, Jennifer walked over to where I was sitting in the gym
with a sad look on her face.

"I feel bad. I really embarrassed him." She stated with a melancholy voice.

Tom was trying to leave quietly and was almost at the front door when Jennifer
took off after him. When she reached his side, he cowered in fear. She put her
arm around him and led him thru the door.

Somehow, I had turned Jennifer into a tigress. She had dispatched her larger
opponent with ease. When she arrived for her session the next day, she told me
that Tom cried like a baby on her shoulder.

Jennifer took him to her house and made him apply ice to his swollen eye. She
told him to wait in the kitchen while she took a shower. Although she only
wanted to talk about the match, when she reappeared wearing only a towel, he
couldn't take his eyes off of her and it excited her.

"I said it was time for something to eat and his eyes grew as big as saucers."
She stated with amusement.

Jennifer eyes were twinkling and she chuckled remembering the scenario.

"He was pretty good for a first timer. She stated factually.

Jennifer's expression changed to a pensive look and she sighed with an air of
resignation.

"Kate, I really like him but he acted like such a macho jerk yesterday."

For the next two weeks little was said by Jennifer about Tom. In fact, it was
as though she had forgotten about him until one afternoon out of the blue she
asks me a question.

"Kate, how can I get Tom to like me and not fear me?" she asked with total
sincerity and her expression saddened.

I pondered her question for a long time. Unfortunately, Jennifer had
embarrassed Tom before a crowd at the gym and he was unlikely to forget about
that for a long time.

"I think that you need to make Tom submit privately and he must accept the
fact that you are stronger and superior." I stated with conviction.

There were several private workout rooms on the perimeter of the gym. Each had
a privacy booth no larger than a small closet with a one way mirror for
observation. Jennifer asked me to observe because it made her feel more secure
knowing that if things got out of hand, I would be able to assist. I doubted
she would need me.

Somehow she convinced Tom to accept the latest challenge. The match was
scheduled for Friday afternoon and Jennifer was more than ready. In eight
weeks her body had achieved a harder and more ripped appearance. Her biceps
when flexed look liked mini boulders and had a nice little network of veins
that popped up on the skin.

I was in the privacy area when Tom appeared in the room for his confrontation
with Jennifer. I could hear and see everything clearly.

"Want to feel my bicep before we begin?" She stated in a sly but sexy voice.

"Ok, sure." Tom said in an unsteady voice.

Jennifer flexed her right arm and Tom's eyes widened as the muscle grew
steadily into a turgid orange size ball. It was an intimidating sight and
Jennifer had a predatory look on her face. Unsteadily his hand moved up and
caressed the steely flesh. She slowly flexed her arm a few times so that he
could feel the muscle swell and harden.

"Gosh Jennifer, that's really hard." He said practically gushing in
admiration.

"Still want to go ahead with the match?" She inquired in a voice that
predicted the outcome.

"Yes, well ... I guess so ... no, I have to!" He stammered and not very
convincingly.

"Manly pride" Jennifer said with some pity and disgust.

Jennifer and Tom locked arms at the table.

"You count down and say Go!" She stated and looked straight into Tom's eyes.

When Tom yelled,

"Go!" he was hoping to catch Jennifer off guard.

While it may have worked briefly, she resumed control and his arm was moving
the opposite way. Tom had a look of distress on his face while Jennifer
appeared amused and in control.

"I will punish you for trying to cheat" She said resignedly but very firmly.

Jennifer's bicep bulged and swelled as she applied more pressure. He kept
staring at it with a look of distress but her face had an enigmatic smile that
was confident of the outcome.

Tom struggled with determination and courage but it was futile as his hand
continued its backward movement. Although its regression stopped for a few
seconds several times, Jennifer slammed it with glee against the table.

Tom had a frightfully pained and disbelieving look in his eyes as he rubbed
his sore arm. But I detected something else, perhaps some acceptance of his
fate at the "hands" of Jennifer.

For the second match, Jennifer offered Tom a handicap and started with her arm
about one half closer to the table. It was a decidedly good opportunity for
him and he tried to take advantage. He threw everything thing he had into the
match but Jennifer's arm wouldn't budge.

I could plainly see Tom's strength ebbing and Jennifer sensing that he was
tiring rapidly displayed her power with a rapid and bone crunching slam of his
hand. When he yelped in pain, she immediately apologized and rubbed his hand
tenderly.

Since there wasn't any need for a third match, they moved to the mats in the
center of the room. It was determined in the spirit of fair play that
wrestling was an advantage for Tom, or so they thought.

At first, Tom was aggressive and in a surprising move had Jennifer by the
waist and tried to take her down. But, she kept her footing and with supreme
patience, pried his fingers away and was free. When he tried the same move,
she had him doubled over and drove him towards the mat.

Once on the mat, Jennifer's superior strength took over and she worked Tom's
overmatched body until she had him on his back and staring at the ceiling.

"Say you give!" she stated forcefully and directly into his defeated looking
face.

"I give" he said meekly and with a most embarrassed look on his face.

The second fall was not much different with the exception that Jennifer
twisted Tom's body into several painful configurations. He was a beaten man
and he knew it. She delayed the "give" portion of his torture until it was
obvious that he would surrender himself completely to her.

Jennifer had Tom squeezed into a cradle hold that looked more like a
compressed ball. He was barely able to breathe and he was trying to "give" but
she ignored his pleas. After a few more minutes of torture, she lightened her
hold and I visibly saw him gulp air.

"Give!" she stated with a lot of force.

"I ... give!" he grunted with a huge sigh but Jennifer kept her hold intact,
except with less force.

"You are mine, body and soul. Say It!" She demanded in a stern voice.

"I'm all yours." He declared with feeling and fear.

"That's better" she said in a stern but affectionate tone.

Jennifer changed her position so that she was sitting on his chest. With a
"cat that ate the canary" look she gazed at him and twisted his ears.

"Who's the boss?" she demanded.

"You are!" he declared in a voice full of pain.

"Good boy!' she stated with an air of superiority.

Jennifer's body had a light gloss of perspiration that added to her already
hot look. Her shorts were damp in several areas, most notably the crotch. As
she scooted forward on Tom's chest, his eyes were glued to the sight in front
of him.

"Hungry?" she stated in a sexy but demanding voice.

All Tom could do was nod his head in a positive response.

Jennifer stood up and towered over Tom's reclining figure. His gaze was
riveted on her as she removed her shorts and panties. With slow and deliberate
movement, she lowered herself and just before her clean shaven pussy made
contact with his mouth, shifted her body so that her ass crack covered his
face.

Jennifer's ass became Tom's entire world as she rotated and rocked on his
face.

"That's it baby. Eat my ass! She demanded.

Overcome by the erotic sight, I jammed a hand down my shorts and massaged by
dripping slit.

"Oh, Oh, Ah, Oh" she moaned and groaned.

Within a couple of minutes, Jennifer's body heaved and swayed, obviously
caught in the grip of an orgasm. After my gash erupted, I quietly left the
booth to give the pair some privacy.

Jennifer's dominant side of her personality had blossomed and in some small
way I felt sorry for Tom. But, there were worse fates and I doubted that he
minded servicing his goddess.

Although my lust for Jennifer's body would not be fulfilled, I was happy for
her. There were other fish fry and to my amazement another opportunity
surfaced in record time.

End of Part One