Sandy



The following story is a work of fiction.  Do not read it if you are
under 21, as it contains explicit language and sexual content.  All


characters are fictional and any resemblance to actual persons is merely
coincidental. If you use a text-to-speech reader, set it to a female voice.
*** Hi, my name is Sandy. I'm 24 years old, and I'd like to tell you my true
story. I used to be just a normal teenage girl. Let me explain how I've now
become a super-muscular sex goddess with an insatiable appetite, and how I
muscle-fuck men, for my own pleasure.

It all started 8 years ago when I was 16. One day when I was in gym, the
teacher played a grainy old video for the class. It showed a number of
beautiful female bodybuilders, flexing and posing and giving interviews at a
Ms. Olympia competition. My best friend Mexie and I, were enthralled. We knew
about women athletes in sports in general, but had been unaware of women being
involved in what we thought of as such a man's sport. We were amazed to see
that such big, hard-looking muscles could be developed on small, feminine
frames. We met after school and planned to look into the matter further. We
did some searching on the internet and discovered that in the many years since
the early Ms. Olympia contests, whole new categories had emerged and the
number of women in each had multiplied: Fitness. Figure. Bodybuilding. And
some of the women in the latter category, quite a lot in fact, had become so
strong that they could actually out-muscle and overpower most men in the
general population. Sitting on the floor in my bedroom, we both took an oath
to spend our youth making our bodies become as strong and powerful as we
could. That was it. We were young back then, so our plan didn't require much
detail, nor did our oath add any visible muscles, since all we did regularly
for the next year was swim, run and exercise without weights, just to get into
a habit of working out to keep toned and avoid getting fat. But we got nowhere
near muscular. I'm sure Meksi will tell you her story one day too, but for now
here's my account.

When Mexie and I were 17, we had started hanging around the local gym and
befriending some of the boys who used the weight machines. It wasn't hard
because I had a pretty face and long blond hair, thanks to my Nordic
bloodline, and Meksi was dark, beautiful and mysterious. They got a kick out
of us asking to learn how to use the machines and weights, and they laughed
loudly as they showed us. By the way, over the years their laughter got less
and less audible, and nowadays they're not laughing at all. Anyways, picture
me back then, a tall, gawky, 17-year old blonde with skinny arms and legs,
screwing up my face in agony with veins bulging as I strained on a curling
bar. It was more of the same with the thigh machine, pull-down bar, and every
other device in that torture chamber. During that phase, I turned 18. One of
the boys at the gym, Dave, became my boyfriend, and I have him to thank, or in
part, blame, for my current state.

I told Dave that I read how if girls build just enough muscle mass, they can
burn excess calories and stay slim. He sure didn't want me to get fat, like
many of the other girls seemed to become as the end of senior year approached.
He suggested a range of nutritional supplements, which seemed to help me last
longer in my routines, but didn't seem to add much in the way of bulk. Dave
then let me in on his secret: he and some of his buddies in the weight room
used steroids, mostly because they were also on the high school football team
and wanted to get a sports scholarship to pay for their University. So Dave
agreed to give me occasionally a tiny bit of his supply; he assumed that such
small amounts would help keep me in the shape he liked, and would be anyway
harmless. I did Dave's injections for him, but since his back was turned I
actually only administered half of each dose to him and the rest I secretly
saved for myself. I learned how to inject myself with those saved portions, so
nobody could tell, especially my parents. And as time went on, Dave kept
obtaining more and more steroids to try desperately to enhance his meager
progress, and he couldn't figure out why I was getting bigger faster even
though I was a girl and, as far as he knew, I wasn't getting anywhere near the
dose he thought he was getting. So, that's how it started. Of course, I shared
with Mexie, though she wasn't as keen on using this kind of biochemical
assistance on herself.

What about side effects? I found that Equipois and Primobolan increased my
appetite and strength but also caused restlessness and water retention,
especially around my period. I also noticed a little peach fuzz on my butt and
neck, though I wasn't sure that the drugs were responsible for that.
Similarly, the heightened sensitivity of my nipples was something, along with
the growth of my clitoris, that I had attributed to my unusually late puberty.
In fact, there were a lot of changes that I thought had to do with my changing
from a girl into a woman, like stronger mood swings, acne, loss of my
high-pitched little-girl voice that had been with me, embarrassingly, for all
my teen years to that point. And of course I thought it was just normal for my
age that I was experiencing increased sexual drive (which Dave really liked,
to say the least). Luckily, I never did become as masculine-sounding as some
female bodybuilders do. Dave had gotten hold of some androgens too, such as
Sustanon 250, Test Prop, and Dianabol. The end result of all these combined
factors, plus the genetic gift that I must've gotten from my father (who was
really muscular), was that I was able to pump heavier and heavier weights, do
longer cardio workouts, and build layer upon layer of hard, bulging muscle.

At high school, Mexie and I were both popular girls until our circle of
friends started noticing how we were beginning to have bigger arms, chests,
and legs than them. Especially me, with my clandestine help in little vials. I
got to be so much stronger than those weaklings, becoming the MVP in
basketball and baseball, spiking like a pro in volleyball, and I was
unbeatable on the girls' wrestling team. After I graduated, I moved in with
Dave for what turned out to be a short-lived co-habitation. I got a job 3 days
a week in an office, and was using the rest of the week and every bit of spare
time to add pound after pound of solid muscle to my body. At first, my biceps
got to be about the size of an egg. Then a baseball, then a softball. My
forearms, shoulders, lats and traps grew too, in proportion, as did my thighs,
calves and pecs. My breasts were not over-large back then, just a nice C-cup.
I loved looking at my body flexing in the mirror and thinking how those Ms.
Olympia contestants should see me now - at 19, I was already bigger and
stronger than they had been, in their prime. I had gotten bigger than half the
guys on the football team and the boys' wrestling team. My arms got so big and
strong that I finally was able to beat Dave in an arm-wrestle. Unfortunately,
that happened in front of his friends. That resulted in our break-up and my
moving out not long after.

Then what happened? Well, although I had to increase my workload to full time
to make ends meet, I was otherwise free to pursue my physical development. I
was less interested in winning contests anymore, just wanted to continue
beefing up for myself. And without Dave I was also free to go after as many
guys as I could. So, at the same time that I was getting bigger and stronger
every day, I was feeling more and more of a sex drive. I wanted to have it
once a day, and sometimes Mexie and I would even "do" each other because we
knew better than the boys what it was we really liked and where we liked it.
It seemed as though my every gain in muscle was matched by an equivalent gain
in sexual desire. And on days when I had the greatest increase in performance,
say a big jump in the amount of weight I could chest-press 10 times before
exhaustion, it was on that night that I wanted to have the deepest, thickest,
hardest, and most furiously violent sex. I quickly disposed of guys who
couldn't accept my growing muscles, and kept, for a while at least, the ones
that appreciated my ever-increasing physical power and sexual appetite. The
guys seemed to love especially my abs, which were rock hard. It seemed that my
abs were their favorite part, that is, until I learned how to strengthen my
vaginal muscles too. Why did I do that? Well, my clit had gotten so large
(almost the size of my thumb), undoubtedly from the chronic use of steroids,
that it started turning off some of the guys. Some said it looked like a
mini-penis. I wanted something that would imbue me with such sexual prowess
that they'd experience an unheard-of and exclusive degree of pleasure, which
would keep them coming back for more. So I started with Kegel exercises, and
then worked out with the "Yoni egg" to perfect my "Goddess Grip". To put it
crudely, my vagina got so strong that I could crush an aluminum can with it,
and I developed so much dexterity with it that I could get a man to come
without even moving the rest of my body - just by making the rings of my
vaginal muscle go up and down inside, and even side to side. That was when I
recognized that sex had become, for me more than the typical female, an
everlasting and inescapably important part of my life. And because of my
ever-increasing strength, my having sex with men eventually turned into my
muscle-fucking them - a technique that I've perfected and can't stop doing
even if I wanted to.

It started with one of my co-workers at the office, Steve, who had gotten
interested in me. No, it was not the typical situation in which a woman gets
taken advantage of by her boss. Not that any guy who dared to try it, against
my will, could actually ever hope to get away with it with his balls intact.
In the workplace hierarchy, at least, we were equals. I thought he was cute,
and he could tell I thought so, which was what I believe spurred him on to
make the first move. Steve was only of average build, and stood just an inch
taller than me at 5 foot eleven, but he had dark brown hair and eyes, long
eyelashes for a guy, and full lips that he would turn into a sexy smile when
he was with me. I wanted him. Not for a long-term relationship, I just wanted
to have him, for a fling. Steve knew I was a body-builder, since by then I had
become so big and muscular it was glaringly obvious, and that seemed to be an
attractant to him, as were my breasts which had blossomed to size 48D. I
noticed him looking at my voluptuous arms and chest admiringly, especially in
the summer when I wore sleeveless tops.

Our first physical encounter came one July evening after he took me out to a
restaurant, where I managed some discreet but tantalizing glimpses into his
dark brown eyes and marveled at his handsome features. After the meal, which
he gallantly paid for, he invited me over to his place for after-dinner beers.
As we climbed up the stairs to his apartment, I started to fantasize about how
I'd take him, and how his dark eyes would look perfectly placed inches from my
pussy, with his tongue going and full lips working me hard. And that got my
heart racing, my nipples already started to become hard and erect under my
tank top, and my juices started flowing in anticipation down below, under my
miniskirt. I was thinking that the first thing I wanted to do was to arouse
his cock, and make him want me. The second thing was to make him delay using
that hard cock until I say he sufficiently worshipped my thick, muscular body,
felt my superior girl-muscle power, and realized he has little choice but to
be my sex slave for the night. And then, I wanted to have him lick my big
clit, arouse me to the breaking point and then keep me there, simmering, until
I finally boil over and he satisfies me with both his hands, and all his
fingers, culminating with a hot shot of cum from his hard cock deep into my
wet pussy. I was just at that point in my thoughts when we arrived at his
door. He had just enough time to sit down next to me on the couch, and place
on the coffee table our two cold beers, which remained untouched as I
immediately drew him towards me with my irresistibly powerful arms, and kissed
him gently on the cheek. "Sandy, you sure are upfront about it, eh?" said
Steve as a smile composed itself to replace the initial shock. "Yes", I said,
and then whispered into his ear, "I know exactly what I want and you're going
to give it to me". "I'd love to; I've always admired your beautifully
muscular, sexy body", Steve admitted. And that, his "consent", was the key
that unlocked the subsequent sexual adventure, though for him it was one
through uncharted territory. As my massive shoulders and arms were already
bare, I gave him a slow double-bicep pose just inches from his wide-open eyes.
"Well, go ahead and touch them", I said, thrusting out my magnificent chest at
the same time, "My rock-hard arms are aching to be squeezed by you". Steve
tried to place his hands over my biceps but of course could not cover the
entire muscle as each was 18 inches around. "They're so big and hard", he
exclaimed, as I flexed my biceps and we both watched his fingers ride the
waves, up and down, of enormous bulgings in my powerful arms. I smiled,
enjoying his admiration, stood up and pulled off my tank top and miniskirt,
leaving only my panties still on. I then turned to face him, spreading my
legs, expanding my deeply cut thighs and placing my hands on my narrow waist,
flexing my wide, thick lats out to their maximal breadth. "How do you like the
total package?", I asked with a devilish grin. Steve looked, in awe, first at
my solid calves, then up to my gigantic muscular thighs, his eyes paused on
the bulge that my larger-than-life and now slowly swelling clit was pushing
through my panties, and finally gazed up longingly at my beautiful,
super-developed upper body. "Wow", was all he could say as he tried to reach
out to feel the full thick lats framing the sides of my voluptuous chest. But
he had a problem with his pants; they were getting in the way of his erection
and he couldn't lean forward. "Let me help you with that", I offered, and
lifted him up by his armpits, stood him up on the couch, where he nearly
drooled over the sight of supple muscles in my forearms moving under the skin
as I undid his belt and removed his obtrusive pants. There he was, standing on
the couch with a stiffening cock making a nice bulge in his boxers just in
front of me at the level of my breasts. I leaned them into his groin, pressing
them around his pulsating member and flexed my pecs, causing his erection to
grow and stiffen further. "Hold on to my traps", I said, as I yanked his cock
through his shorts and lifted him up into the air by his pelvis. He quivered a
bit in excitement and, I suppose, fear, as I wrapped my lips around his cock
and all the while pumped him rhythmically up towards the ceiling and down
again. "Oohh, Sandy, that feels fantastic...", muttered Steve under his
breath. "Especially feeling your rock-hard traps while your powerful arms
raise and lower me above you". I tightened my lips, and sucked harder, causing
his eyes to roll up. This was, for both of us, an unprecedented and exciting
form of muscle-blow-job. His hands occasionally wandered up to and tried
unsuccessfully to squeeze my huge triceps, which were bulging but never tiring
- he felt so light compared to the weights I'd gotten used to pumping over my
head every other day. As soon as I felt his cock reach its maximal length,
girth and hardness, I set him down on the floor and straddled him with my
knees gripping both sides of his shoulders, my now-throbbing clit screaming
for attention. "Steve, tear my panties off with your teeth!", I demanded.
"There's nothing else I'd rather do right now - or ever!", he mumbled with his
mouth full of fabric. When he got it off, I ordered him to lick my now-fully
extended clit, swollen with desire. "Whoa, what a big, delicious-looking clit
you have", he said as he moved to fulfill my wish with his titillating tongue.
Since my clit was permanently super-sensitive from its former exposure to the
steroids, it didn't take long before I couldn't contain myself anymore and
convulsed into my first orgasm of the night, discharging my juices into his
mouth. "Drink it!", I shouted. "Yes, aahh, good and sticky", he groaned. I
then grabbed his shoulders with my meaty hands, pressed my full breasts onto
his chest and French-kissed him deeply so I could taste the wetness myself
too, while at the same time sliding my solidly built torso down and over his
body, planting my wet pussy over his long hard cock. By crunching my abs
rhythmically and rubbing my clit forcefully over his cock, I got him to grow
and stiffen even more, all the while thrusting my strong hot tongue into and
all around his mouth. I wanted him to feel my girl-power even through my
tongue. Steve couldn't help but try to thrust his body upwards to match my
timing, and it aroused me even more to know that his efforts were feeble in
comparison to my strength. I stopped kissing him long enough to ask, "How does
that feel?", as if I didn't know. Steve replied haltingly, between my powerful
pelvic thrusts "I want you, and worship you. Sandy, you, are, my,... goddess!"
But I still didn't let him into me. "Good boy", I said, "but you don't get the
gold just yet". I pulled myself upwards towards, and then past, his head, so
that my wash-board abs were on his face, my pussy was on his sternum, and his
shoulders were pinned under my massive legs. "Lick my rock-hard abs!" I
ordered, "and use your hands on my pussy". I contracted my ab muscles so they
protruded far enough for him to actually get a grip on and even suck them with
his delicious lips. "Shwoop", I felt him slurp under my powerful ab muscles.
As his fingers stroked my tremendously swollen clit and worked furiously
around and inside my cunt, I began to have my second orgasm of the night. It
started out feeling like electricity coursing through a tightened spring, then
warmth and increased tension, and then it was like that hot, super-tensed coil
burst out of its confines with hotness radiating up from my groin and into the
rest of my body. The feeling made my abdominal muscles even bigger and harder,
I thought I heard Steve maybe saying something about not being able to
breathe. After, and only after, my orgasm subsided did I slide off to the
side. I warned him, "I'm not done yet, Steve, just getting warmed up". I then
stood us both up, sat on the edge of the coffee table where our beers were
still sitting, I looked up at him, shot him a front right bicep pose, and
said, "Steve, I'm going to continue to muscle-fuck you for the rest of the
night, and hard". Steve wore an eager expression on his face, though he
confided in me later that he was at that point still a bit worried. "Great,
what can I do, as your personal and devoted sex slave?" "Come closer and lay
your big cock right here", I said, pointing to my hard, flexed bicep. He
watched excitedly as I masturbated his cock between my bicep and forearm,
squeezing and relaxing it alternately in my vise-like grip. Although I had
just had an orgasm, doing this back-and-forth motion and seeing my own big
strong bicep bulging enormously under his cock got me aroused all over again.
I was turned on even further by knowing that his manhood was at the utter
mercy of my huge powerful arm. I couldn't wait any longer - I needed to feel
his massive cock filling me up tight inside my vagina, with which I would
continue to muscle-fuck him in ways he'd never dreamed of. "Steve, I want you
inside me, right now!", I commanded, as I stood up and threw him into position
onto the couch, half-sitting on the edge, laying back a bit so his cock was
fully accessible to my whims. I straddled him, put his hands on my breasts,
and slowly lowered my wet pussy over the tip of his cock, which was super hard
and still throbbing from the bicep muscle-jerk off I'd given him just before.
"Oohh, it feels so good to be in there, finally", sighed Steve. He began
alternating between massaging my breasts and sucking my hard extended nipples.
Thanks to the enhanced length of my swollen clit, I was able to reach down and
press it onto his cock as I slipped up and down over it, but only letting him
in about half way. "Feel the super-strength of my massive muscle-clit permeate
right through your cock", I ordered. "I feel it, I feel it", he promised.
After about 15 minutes of playing at the entrance to my garden of pleasure, I
let my hungry cunt fully engulf him; he groaned with pleasure, and it felt so
exciting to have him finally deep, deep inside me. I was hot, simmering. At
first, I kept moving up and down the way he'd expect it to be done. Then after
about 15 minutes, I started to test out my specially trained vaginal muscles.
With that increasing tightness, both of us writhed in what can only be
described as agonizing pleasure. Then, still gripping his cock tightly inside
my bouncing pussy, I treated him to a double bicep pose to show off my
girl-power once again, in all its glory, and held that position for the
duration of our muscle-fuck. Steve placed his sweaty hands over as much of
each massive bicep as he could, and exclaimed, "I'm close, Sandy, very close!"
Well, that's when I decided to use the trained, powerful circular muscles in
my vaginal wall to stroke him, internally, without having to move my body at
all. My cock-teasing contractions would start with most of their activity at
the tip of his penis, occasionally travel down to the base for a moment, and
return to the tip again, tighter and tighter, faster and faster. And each time
I reached the base, I simultaneously flexed my big hard biceps under his hands
and I contracted my pecs, causing my breasts to jump up in tantalizing
fullness. Finally, I was so close to exploding that I couldn't help but return
to adding rhythmic pelvic thrusts on top of the vaginal muscle workout. My big
clit was burning, red hot. I pressed my chest into his face as I climaxed, for
a full 5 minutes, writhing and exuding my own juices all over his balls and
soaking into the couch. When I was nearing the end of my orgasm I felt him
starting to come, and that's when I clamped down my strong vaginal muscles
hard around the base of his exploding cock with my "Goddess Grip", at its
can-crushing max, and, still keeping my chest thrust hard into his face, I
wrapped my muscular arms around the back of his neck and drew tighter. His
orgasmic scream was muffled by my breasts as I felt his cock pulsating and
finally came the semen - hot, shooting - inside me. Needless to say, Steve
kept coming back for more, and yes, we got used to drinking warm beers.

Ever since Steve, my sexual desire has increased even further, and I moved on
to different men, sometimes one after another and sometimes more than one at a
time. One thing stays the same, though: as I said at the beginning, I need to
satisfy my sexual appetite often, and I don't just have sex with men, I
muscle-fuck them, and I love it!

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