Sandy Answers a Special Request
by Pumpmeup@yahoo.com 

 
The following story is a work of fiction.  Do not read it if you are
under 21, as it contains explicit language and graphic sexual content.  I
mean, really graphic.  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 - if you dare.
 

 
Hi, Sandy here.  If you haven't read my previous story, entitled simply,
"Sandy", let me fill you in.  I'm 24 years old, 5 foot 10, with blond
hair and blue eyes, and I weigh 185 to 210 pounds, depending on whether
I'm competing, which is not often.  I thought it would be fun to share
another muscle-sex experience I just had, following an email from a guy
who'd met me in my high school days.  His letter said
 
Quote
Dear Sandy, Hi, this is Mike.  Do you remember me, from the weight room
where you met Dave?  I was the one guy who actually wasn't laughing, when
I showed you and Mexie how to use the incline bench.  It's been a long
time; 7 years?  Anyway, I ran into Dave recently at a concert and we
swapped email addresses.  I hadn't seen him, or you, in this big city
since I'd changed gyms a few months after meeting you.  You know Sandy,
even though I didn't reveal it to you or to the others, I've always been
a closet fan of female bodybuilders.  Although I'd heard rumors from
Dave's friends about the arm-wrestling incident, I was surprised (and
kind of excited) when he confirmed it to me!  To do that, you must've
gotten stronger than him in less time, which is amazing since you started
out a bit on the skinny side.  I can only imagine what you might have
further developed into over the years.  Assuming this letter does indeed
end up in your hands; let's catch up, shall we?  If you're interested,
please reply,
Fondly, Mike
PS. I hope this is still the right email address!  When Dave looked it up
and sent it to me, he wrote,"Here's her old email.  Good luck, but watch
out she doesn't break your precious balls"
End quote
 
Well, that was a blast from the past.  But yes, I did remember Mike.  He
was much older than me, kind of shy, with green eyes and jet black hair,
making a handsome contrast to his light skin.  And true, he didn't make
fun of me, when I first struggled to make a foray into bodybuilding. 
Now, I'm going to tell you about our encounter.
 
Mike and I spoke on the phone for about an hour last week.  It was a
little awkward at first, speaking to a guy that I hadn't seen for 7
years, and one that I hadn't known very well back then either.  But after
a few minutes, my feeling of awkwardness evaporated.  In fact, I was
aroused by the fact that he seemed interested in me, and my measurements,
and he did have a deep, sexy voice on the phone.  I liked him.  So I
invited him over to my apartment last night for a cup of tea.  I'm going
to let you in on my plan for seducing him, a plan that I had formulated
right after our phone conversation.  I was horny, as usual, so I wanted
to be prepared to cut right to the chase.  I planned to give my massive
muscles a good workout in the gym a few hours before our tryst, to make
sure they'd be as big and bulging as possible.  Then I would take a long
relaxing bath and wear only a silk robe over sexy black lingerie.  And as
for our "cup of tea", firstly, I planned to show him how fully and
beautifully I'd grown into the muscle goddess that I am now.  Indeed, I
wanted him to check with the measuring tape that everything I'd told him
over the phone was true.  Secondly, I wanted him to gaze into my blue
eyes and tell me how irresistibly attractive my muscular body is. 
Lastly, I was going to play it by ear, see where my desires take us -
maybe something slow and sensual, or a furious, mindless frenzy.  Either
way, I was planning to make sure my muscles played a prominent role in
the scenario.   And I wanted to give Mike a night he would remember for a
long time - at least another 7 years. 
 
When he arrived, on time at 9PM, he presented me with a dozen red roses
at my doorstep.  I said, "Hi Mike, come on in, oh, that's so nice,
thanks for the flowers", accepting the bouquet from his hands, and
giving him a welcoming hug.  Coming inside, and removing his snow-covered
boots, Mike said, "Sandy, it's good to finally see you".  From our
phone conversation earlier, I knew Mike was now 38 years old, and now I
could see that, since we first met so long ago, his chiseled features had
become more manly and mature-looking, and he was already beginning to get
a touch of gray at the temples.  Under his jacket he was wearing black
jeans and a plain white thick cotton V-neck tee shirt.  He stood an inch
shorter than me, at 5 foot 9, but his body was well developed.  Not as
much as mine, of course.  I gave him a seat on the couch, while I went to
the kitchen to get water for the roses, and we made small talk from room
to room about how it was nice to catch up on the phone, but better in
person.  I put the flowers in a vase and brought them into the living
room, paused, and said, "Hmm, actually, they'd look better in my
bedroom, wouldn't you say?" 
 
"Let's see now, my considered opinion is that it would depend on the
exact color scheme you've got in there", said Mike, catching my
not-so-subtle hint.  He rose from the couch and followed me into the
bedroom.  I placed the vase on the bedside table, where we'd be able to
see and smell the roses for the next several hours that I'd hoped to be
in there with him.  We sat on the edge of the bed. 
 
We talked for about an hour and a half, catching up on what was going on
in our lives since we last met.  I felt that his face was very attractive
to me, and his body was nicely developed, but didn't seem as toned as it
could be, so the topic got onto bodybuilding.  He explained that, working
at his job at a computer company for long hours left him too tired to
continue working out regularly, though he did some weights on the
weekends.  I told him how I'd never stopped pumping iron, and how it made
me feel so good about myself.  I was still getting stronger and stronger,
day by day, with ever-increasing muscles just growing and growing,
getting bigger and bigger.  Mike said, "So, I heard from Dave that
you've had some chemical help to get your body to this point; I hope
you're off all that now".  "Yes, I haven't done any 'roids for the past
3 years now, but they weren't everything, it took a hell of a lot of hard
work on my part", I explained.  Mike asked, "Do you ever wonder what
you'd be like if you hadn't taken them?"  I answered, "On the contrary,
I've thought about what I'd be like if I had stayed too long on them, you
know, turning into a she-male.  I'm still all woman, so let's just focus
on what I have become now."  I got up, stood in front of him, and took
off my robe, exposing my sexy lingerie which was stretched tight over my
tantalizingly muscular body.  I shot off pose after pose to show off each
of my massive muscle groups, one after another.  Bursting biceps. 
Popping triceps.  Bulging abs.  Expanding thighs.  Rippling back. 
Jumping traps.  "Would you care to take my measurements?", I asked. 
Mike took the measuring tape that I had strategically placed on the bed,
got up, and came close to survey my glorious muscles.  "Let's see now",
said Mike, and as he read off my measurements, I could see his arousal
growing in his pants
"CALF: 17 INCHES,
THIGH: 27 INCHES, wow,
HIPS: 37 INCHES,
WAIST: 27 INCHES,
FOREARM: 13 INCHES, that must make for quite a grip,
BICEP: 18 INCHES, god almighty,
CHEST: 44 INCHES,
 
...geez, that's fantastic.  I thought I heard you say on the phone that
your chest was 48 inches, but that would be impossible, and the 44 inches
I'm seeing here is more than enough for any man to handle", said Mike. 
As he held the measuring tape stretching over my mountainous back and
across my bountiful chest, I smiled, slowly contracted my pecs, which
lifted my breasts high, and I then very very gradually spread my lats,
out to their fullest width, making the tape give out more and more until
he exclaimed, "Wow, now that's 48 inches alright; what the heck have you
been lifting?"  I then went through some of the weights from my regular
workout earlier that same day, just to give an idea, 
Dumbbell Bicep curls: 70 pounds
Dumbbell Rows: 95 pounds
Dumbbell Press: 115 pounds
Flat Bench Press: 190 pounds
Incline bench: 235 pounds
Deadlift:  335 pounds
Squat: 345 pounds
Leg Press: 525 pounds
 
 
"Whoa", said Mike, perspiring, "that's incredible - aren't you sore from
all that?"  I said, "Well Mike, I just took a hot bath to relax my whole
body before you came, and would love to have some massage oil rubbed into
my big muscles.  Would you like to handle that?"  "Sure thing Sandy, I'd
be happy to oblige", said Mike.  He took the bottle from the bedside
table and started to unscrew it, but then paused, so he could focus all
his attention on me, as I was taking off my lingerie.  As I did so, I
added, "By the way, just so you know, my three best lifts were with the
easy-curl-bar, that was 8 reps at 170 pounds, and the bench press, with 6
reps at 285 pounds, and my favorite, the leg press, that was 7 reps at
1,035 pounds.  Not bad for a girl, is it?"  Mike nodded slowly, with his
jaw dropping; he was obviously impressed and aroused.  My going through
the list of heavy weights I use for my muscle-building exercises, started
to turn me on too.  I mean, even posing in the mirror sometimes does it
to me, is that auto-erotic or narcissistic or what?  So, with my big
tender clit pulsing, my nipples already erect, and my cunt beginning to
get moist inside, I lay face down on the bed and suggested to Mike that
he strip, as it would give me more pleasure to have him massage me in the
nude. 
 
"Yeah, no problem, good idea", stammered Mike.  Momentarily, I looked
back at Mike over my shoulder and saw that he had already gotten
completely naked.  I smiled at his nice big cock, not fully erect yet,
but at least horizontal at that point.  He straddled my butt, and rubbed
a generous amount of the oil on his hands to warm it up.  He began
pushing up my tight glutes, with a kneading motion, and continued his
massage onto my strong lower back muscles.  As he leaned forward and
reached higher up to get at my thick traps, I could feel his cock
pressing in between my powerful glutes.  Naturally, and as you will have
guessed by now, I contracted them around the sides of his cock, in slow
rhythmic spasms, pinching it forcefully, making it grow and stiffen
further.
 
I pulled up my long blond hair out of the way, so he could get unhindered
access to my muscular neck and massive shoulders.  "Wow, I love the
feeling of my hands gliding over your hard glistening muscles", he
said.  By the time he got to my bulging biceps, I could feel through my
glutes that his cock was fully erect, and quite hard.  At that moment, I
decided to muscle-tease him a bit more, so I rolled to one side under
him, and lay him on top of me, with the tip of his cock just out of reach
of my pussy.  "How about rubbing some oil into my abs?", I suggested. 
"At your command", he said with a grin, pretending that the teasing I
was subjecting him to was anything less than excruciating torture.  While
he propped his upper body up on one hand and rubbed the oil over my ab
muscles with the other, I contracted them into a series of rock-hard
hills, to make him feel their power bulge out and up under his hand.  By
now, his cock had gotten long enough to just reach my pussy, but I wasn't
ready to let him in just yet.  I placed my strong hands over his butt,
gripped the side of his hips with my 13-inch forearms, and slid him
upwards so his cock brushed lightly and sensually against my clit, but
wasn't able to enter my vagina.  I did it again, and again, faster and
faster, and my raging clit was so sensitive that it gave me my first
orgasm of the night, just from that simple movement.  My body trembled
under him.  That made his cock feel the pleasure and power of my girl
strength.  "Ooh, that felt good", said Mike, with his eyes half shut. 
I replied, "I know it did, but now I want you to finish my massage, and
then I'll decide whether to do it again.  Massage my chest now, would
you?"  Warming another handful of oil in his hands, Mike said, "Sandy,
you've got the most beautiful chest and breasts I've ever seen."  He
spread the oil around my hardened nipples, and gradually worked around
gently in a circular motion, the way all guys do.  So I took hold of his
hands and showed him how I wanted it.  "Here, like this", I said,
pulling his hands into my breasts and massaging them upwards, pulling my
nipples so close to my face that I could lick them with my tongue, and I
did.  Mike gazed into my deep blue eyes and said, "Sandy, you're the
most beautiful, gorgeous, super-strong sex goddess in the world.  You
know I can't contain my attraction to your irresistibly powerful,
muscular body."  I smiled, and drew his hands to the sides of my
breasts, to make him feel the hard, cut edges of my pecs, which, taking a
deep breath, I contracted and expanded upwards.  Then, leaving his hands
gripping my hardening pecs, I slid him down just enough so the middle of
his shaft connected with my swollen clit, which had just recovered from
the first orgasm moments ago, but was now aching for more.  But this time
it didn't want anything to do with light, sensual brushings.  No, this
time it wanted force, yes, force.  I felt so strong, almost bursting.  I
kept filling my lungs with air, and enlarging my pecs and lats, while I
thrust my solid pelvis up underneath him.  I pressed down on his butt,
and used the resulting pressure, exerted through my powerful arms, to
massage my aching clit with his shaft, slow and hard.  This time, I moved
my hips in a circular motion, pressing him tighter and tighter, causing
me to climax under him for the second time.  I let out a groan that shook
the bed.  "Oh Sandy, I want you", he said, his hands leaving my solid
pecs in order to titillate my erect, sensitive nipples.    I arched my
back as my nipples sent waves of pleasure into me.  My enormous clit was
aroused again to the max, and my vaginal muscles were quivering in
anticipation.  My cunt was now completely wet from my juices.  But I
wanted to make him wait just a bit longer before I let his stiff,
throbbing cock into me and envelop it with all my strength.  I told him,
"Maybe I'll let you have me, we'll just have to see, but right now I
want to try something else".  I lifted him off of me as if he were as
light as a newspaper, and set him down on his back next to me.  I
straddled Mike in reverse, sitting on his chest with my back towards him,
my knees to both sides, and my 27 inch thighs clamping tightly against
his waist.  He dug his fingers into my powerful glutes, and he could only
gaze at my broad, muscular back, as I bent over his manly cock.  I
gripped it with both hands and, while masturbating the lower part of his
shaft up and down, I sucked it hard, again and again.  Then, still
gripping his tortured rock-hard cock, I lay back on him, pressing my
powerful 200 pound frame into his body, which then sank into the
mattress.  He could barely put his arms around my massive lats and chest,
but his fingers managed to reach my nipples, which he pinched and pulled
up, causing me to laugh and cry at the mixture of pleasure and pain.  At
the same time, he used his palms to massage by firm breasts from their
underside, just the way I showed him.  My clit got bigger and hotter with
excitement.  I spread my gigantic thighs and directed my clit downwards,
onto his shaft.  I lifted my head so I could watch my own handiwork.  I
was spanking his cock against the end of my clit and vagina with one
hand, while stroking the root of my clit with the other.  I could see,
over my hilly abs, his cock turning red as I masturbated it up and down
and spanked and rubbed it harder and harder against my pussy.  From that
angle, it looked like it was part of my body.  In my delirium, I imagined
that the handsomely erect penis in my hand was in fact mine, part of my
body, a symbol of my own super strength.  And with that thought, I could
feel another discharge of my juices and climaxed for the third time,
screaming loud enough to scare both of us.  Mike said, "Sandy, I have to
have you, now".  I felt from the intense pressure in his cock that this
meant he couldn't last much longer, and I had to finish the muscle fuck
while his cock was still loaded.  I needed to slow him down, just for a
moment.  We changed positions again, with Mike on top of my writhing,
rock-hard body. With my powerful arms gripping his butt, I drew his hard,
throbbing cock into me, slowly.  I controlled our muscle fuck for what
seemed like hours, tightening my vagina around his cock like a noose,
whenever I wanted him to know who's the boss.  We finally climaxed,
together, foe me the fourth time, as I held him deep inside me with my
massive arms and legs clamped around him.  Afterwards, he said, "Oh
Sandy, I feel as though I'm living a fantasy."  "Me too", I replied,
and we cuddled until morning.  But I thought to myself, "How ironic." 
I, Sandy, am the one living the bigger fantasy, because I'm the one who
can do this night after night, to feed my insatiable sexual appetite with
man after man - and I do.  And to top it all off, Mike never actually got
his cup of tea, and I'm still the one with the roses by my bed...