Jody
by wkeith999@yahoo.com



She kneels before me, totally subservient, totally in love. I chastise myself
silently but know I am going to continue taking advantage of her. My dumb,
spectacular niece, Jody.

From my perspective as I sit on the couch, even with her kneeling, my eyes are
at the level of her bulging abs. And some abs they are, too. An eight pack of
solid brick, defined with separations you could lose a pencil in. Her entire
body is the stuff of wet dreams, only I am awake. And she is my willing sex
slave.

I shift a bit to give my boner more room. We haven't even started yet and I am
already hard and ready.

"Jody, who do you love?" I ask unnecessarily.

"You, Uncle," comes her breathy reply. Her voice is husky and immensely sexy,
something natural and not put on. She keeps her head bowed, totally at my
command.

Jody was born with a limited IQ but an incredible body. Even as a child she
towered above nearly everyone else, child or adult. By the time she was in the
6th grade she was 5 foot 10 and had 16 inch arms. No one would play with her
for fear of her huge strength, innocent but sometimes dangerous. She drifted
on through school with social promotions until she graduated from high school
with a meaningless degree and an acute sense of inferiority.

When she was 13 I was thrust into her life when I married her aunt. I am a
patient man and she soon was spending what time she could with me because I
never made her feel inferior and always made time for her. When Jody was 14
she underwent puberty and fixated on me as her wonderful uncle. She clearly
adored me and I was always kind to her. While in high school she was often
hurt by remarks from other girls and I was there to hold her and tell her I
loved her so what boys said didn't matter. When a boy tried to take advantage
of her once in the 10th grade - she was already developing a spectacular body
-- she tried to defend herself and accidentally broke every bone in his arm,
putting him out of school for three months and ensuring that no one else would
ever mess with her. I held her while she cried through it and took her back to
school after her suspension to talk to the principal and ease her way back to
class. The adoration in her eyes when I took-on the principal was electric.

I, of course, couldn't help but guiltily notice her incredible body as she
matured. But I was married and besides, Jody was a minor. I remember one
particular day at the family cabin up at Quinbastious Lake when she appeared
in a bikini and I almost had a heart attack. Her abs were spectacular, her
breasts an easy 38, her biceps 19 inches and her entire body one gigantic sex
muscle cris-crossed with blood vessels. When she picked-up the beached cottage
raft, which had to weigh over 300 pounds, I had to quickly excuse myself as my
swim trunks filled-up with cum.

I knew she had badly hurt a guy who had tried to grab her breasts when she was
in high school, and besides, she was still a minor and I was married.

The next summer she graduated from high school, with little chance of getting
a job. My wife had left me for a jock she had know years before. I was
devastated. For weeks I sat at home in a stupor after work, in my bathrobe,
drinking blackberry brandy and staring unseeing at the TV. One night the phone
rang.

"Uncle?" The timid, husky voice was Jody's.

"Hi, Honey. How are you?"

"Really bad," she said and then I could hear her crying. "Brandon got high
again and called me fat and stupid and threw me out. Said I was a freak
because my muscles are so much bigger than his. I don't have anywhere to go!"
She burst into a new torrent of tears. I knew she had no money and must be
calling me using the prepaid phone card I had given her at Christmas.

Her sobbing slowed, and then she said, "Uncle. Can I stay with you for a
little while? I won't be any trouble and I can help take care of the dogs for
you." An inveterate animal lover, I had four dogs and they did take a lot of
time and trouble. The pleading in her voice, combined with my loneliness and
half a bottle of brandy, loosened my tongue. I heard myself reply, "Sure,
Honey. You can stay as long as you like."

"Oh, Uncle! Thank you! I'll be so good to you!" And she was gone, the receiver
hastily re-hooked. Good to me? I sat there for a moment, wondering why I had
said it. But I knew. Her body. That incredible body. I was separated and
lonely and immensely horny and images of her body flooded my mind. Well, she
was 18 now ...

Jody showed-up the next morning, very early, all her stuff in the back of her
1991 Festiva. I awoke when she rang the bell and Brimstone and Paws, two of my
dogs, started their barking and howling. I stumbled down stairs in my bathrobe
and opened the door to find myself airborne, my feet a foot off the floor in
Jody's bear hug. She was wearing only a t-short and shorts and her muscles
pushed almost painfully against me as my erection sprang-up to full attention.
I hoped she didn't notice.

"Uncle!" Her mouth was suddenly on mine in a kiss and then was released as she
prattled, "Thank you! I didn't know who else to call and I was so scared ... "

Scared? Still aloft I glanced at what had to be 22-inch biceps and wondered
what could scare her. I was well aware that my intentions were no longer
familial but didn't care at that moment.

"Jody. Put me down. Come in." Her face fell and she let my feet back on the
floor, her face suddenly sad, tears beginning to form.

"Uncle. I'm sorry. Don't be mad at me. It's just that ... " She choked-up.

Quickly I took control. "Jody, Honey, it's ok. I'm glad to see you. I was just
so surprised at your strength and how big you've gotten." And your amazing
muscle bod, I added silently.

"Am I ugly?" she asked in a little girl voice.

"Ugly? You're beautiful, Honey. I didn't want to tell you because I was
married to your aunt and because you were a kid, but now, I guess it's ok ...
"

Her face brightened. "Oh, Uncle!" She swooped me up again and now her kiss was
seriously sexual. "Do you like my muscles? I saw you looking at me that time
at the cabin and wasn't sure how you felt. Let me show you!"

I was again returned to the ground and Jody began muscle posing for me. My
mouth dropped open. I couldn't help it. I was thunderstruck as my little niece
became my best fantasy. Every inch of her was rippling sex muscle. Her arms
were enormous; I'd have guessed over 20 inches. She put her hands behind her
head and <I>flexed</i> and her body exploded in muscle. The armpits on her
t-shirt burst. Her abs, below the hem of her too-small t- shirt, were an
eye-popping eight-pack. Her pecs impossible. Her thighs were pillars of ropy
muscle, her calves gigantic diamonds of sexuality. She was well over six feet
of beauty, her blue eyes and ruby lips the top of the sundae. How could anyone
have thrown her out?

"Do you like me?" Again, shy and girlish.

"Yes, Honey, you are beautiful and ... very sexy."

"Oh, Uncle!" I was lifted into another muscle hug.

"Jody! You're so strong!" I gasped. Please put me down.

"Are you angry, uncle?" The start of tears.

"No, Jody, of course not."

"Then can I stay? I'll do anything you say ... "

"Honey, I have to admit that I find you amazingly sexy. You're an adult now,
so you can make your own decision. But if you stay, I'm selfish enough to ask
that you be my lover with that incredible body of yours. You really turn me
on, Honey. But I have to be the boss. I'd want you to be whatever I wanted you
to be in bed." Had I really said that? How lonely and drunk was I?

"What do you want, Uncle?" Little girl voice coming from 265 pounds of solid
muscle.

"Well, right now I'm buzzed and I'd like you to carry me to bed and make love
to me with that fantastic body of yours." There. Said. Now she could hit me
and tell me I was a pig.

But instead, instantly she was holding me up, my weight unnoticed by her.

"Uncle? Can I love you now? I've waited so long."

"Jody? I didn't know you, ah, felt that way about men. The way you hurt that
school football player; a guy just threw you out, didn't he?"

"Oh, Uncle. In the last year I decided to try being with men. Some were nice,
most not. And they were so <I>weak.</i> How could I get excited about having
sex with them?"

"Jody ... I'm 30 years older than you and small and weak. Can you be with me
as the boss?"

"Oh, yes! Because I love you so much. You were always nice to me and never
hurt me and tried to help me and I love you. So can I take you up to bed?" Her
face brightened.

She was serious. She was asking my permission when she could have picked me up
with one hand and done whatever she liked. I really was the boss.

"Jody," I began. I was out of words. She wordlessly picked me up and took me
up to bed. She laid me down gently and then stood and just looked at me. I
looked back at a body that would make any man cum by just looking at. And it
was all mine.

"Jody, if we are to make love, I have to know you'll not hurt me and that
you'll do what I want." As horny as I was I was still very aware of her
impossible strength and the chance that she could crush me to paste without
trying. Part sexual excitement, part fear, I guess.

She looked down at me again and gazed at me with total love and a lot of lust.
"Uncle, I will never hurt you and I will do whatever you say." She began to
smile and tense her muscles. She knew what the sight of her was doing to me.

"OK. Then undress me and make love to me with your giant sexy muscles," I
replied in a burst of drunken bravery. She leaned over and gently undressed
me. Then, "How do you want me, Uncle?" she asked.

"Start flexing and make me hard with your muscle show and then get on top and
fuck my brains out!" I heard my boozy mouth reply. "Prove you love me." I
immediately winced at the coldness of my reply but said nothing further to
amend it.

And she did. She gave me a flexing show that was so sexy that I couldn't help
spurting after about five minutes. I was immediately ashamed but decided to
see how far I could push this sex slave thing.

"Jody. I need to be hard again. Pick me up and give me head."

And she did. She lifted me in her arms as if I weighed nothing and seductively
took my flaccid penis in her mouth. She began to slowly suck- off all the cum,
clearly savoring it, and then she kept sucking me, my hands running over her
concrete bowling ball biceps and neck muscles, until, after only several
minutes, I was hard again. Very hard. I was covered in sweat and we hadn't
even screwed yet.

I was in a near frenzy at that point. "Jody! Lay me down! Get on top of me!
Fuck my brains out!" I heard myself yell as if from a distance.

Instantly she was astride me, careful to keep her weight on her thighs and not
crushing me. She leaned over and I found one of her nipples in my mouth, her
gigantic, hard breasts looming over me. Her abs were like a concrete wall come
alive, her side plated with muscle, the scent of her wet sex making me wild..

"Please Jody! Put it in!" I gargled from around my mouthful.

And she did. I had never been harder and although I'm not very big, I went in
very deep, her vagina tight, her pubic hair bunching between us. I ran my
hands down her armor-platted sides and onto her granite thighs. All that
power! And at my beck and call.

And we made love as I had only imagined. Her strength and endurance were
unimaginable but so controlled that I never felt any fear. She rode me until I
came again, rested, rode again, rested, rode again, until I was totally
wasted. She then lay down beside me, the bed creaking alarmingly, and caressed
me until I fell asleep. And that is how we spent the next three days (I called
into work "sick").

Now the dream continues. Am I a selfish prick? Maybe. Jody is my willing slave
and the sex is from a man's fantasy. She is always home, waiting for me. I ask
her to meet me in different outfits. A nighty. Cut-off jeans and a muscle
shirt. Hot pants and a tight blouse. In a leather dominatrix outfit with high
heels (she's already 7 inches taller than I and in heels a foot taller; the
following sex is enough to make one insane as she smiles at me, holding me
inside her with one hand as she stands, flexing her other bicep in my face, as
she fucks me into a stupor, her raw sexual power indescribable. And always
loving and my willing slave).

And she keeps getting even sexier and stronger. I stopped measuring her arms
after they passed 24 inches. She can curl the back of my car for reps. She can
lift the entire car with her legs, although she doesn't do that anymore after
a neighbor saw her and almost had a heart attack. We stay to ourselves and no
one comes calling. I'm not surprised. There's no law against having an
insanely sexy musclewoman living with you and fucking your brains out. Jody
doesn't even have to exercise. She's "all natural," you'd say. One day I was
changing a tire and my scissors jack failed. Jody just knelt and picked-up the
side of my car while I finished changing the tire, made more difficult by
having my raging erection twisted-up in my shorts. She then put-down the car,
and picked-up the broken jack. She looked at me and said, "Do you want this,
Uncle?"

"No, Honey." My boner throbbed. "Crush it for me."

"OK." She looked at me, smiled dazzlingly, and then put her arm through the
scissor mechanism and started to flex. And the metal started to groan and
squeal. Then, with one mighty flex, her enormous bicep burst the jack into
scrap. It was me that was soon tearing at her clothing once inside, desperate
to get at those fantastic muscles, to suck and drool and sweat over that arm,
with its triple peaked power.

I don't know how long this situation can last, but at this point I don't care.
The family long ago stopped talking to me. So what? Jody and I are no longer
related. Do any of them have a 19-year-old sex muscle goddess to do their
bidding and make sure they don't have an ounce of cum left in them? Not
likely. I've asked Jody if she would be interested in getting some
professional training and getting a part-time job. Still shy about her
intellectual shortcomings, she isn't interested. In fact, when I mention it,
she just smiles, gently pulls me close, undresses me and ... well, I forget
what she asked. If you get my drift.

"Jody, who do you love?" I ask unnecessarily.

"You, Uncle," comes her breathy reply. Her voice is husky and immensely sexy,
something natural and not put on. She keeps her head bowed, totally at my
command.

I stand and slowly undress. She remains kneeling; I haven't yet given her
permission to move. I drop my clothes onto the floor.

"Jody. You are my beautiful niece, aren't you?"

"Yes, Uncle." Still kneeling.

"I told you that we are alone you must call me 'master.'"

"Yes, master."

"Good. How do you wish to please me tonight, Jody?" We both know this game

She finally looks up, that dazzling smile framed by raven-black flowing hair
and topped by piercing blue eyes. From my view her shoulders look
supernatural, medicine balls of striated muscle. Her breasts jut straight out
with no evidence of gravity, her nipples rampant and hard.

Her smile becomes startlingly sexual. She rises slowly. She comes towards me,
her body then pressing hotly against mine. Warm stone.

Gently she embraces me and I am airborne again (a feeling I get a lot of in
this relationship). Her lips press against mine, my feet well above the floor.
She starts French kissing me and my penis once again springs to life. It is
sore and chapped but game as ever.

"Master," she breathes, her lips softly kissing my ear. "I think it's thigh
time." A time I love.

I feel myself being lowered to the floor until I am kneeling. She spreads her
glorious, impossible thighs of granite muscle and carefully engulfs my head in
her hairy vagina, her pussy lips already hot and wet, my ears blocked by solid
thigh muscle. I grab her steel, perfect butt with both hands although I know I
cannot make a dent in that mound of muscle, and bury my face in her sex. I
start eating as she groans with pleasure, her hands behind her head, her eyes
closed, a writhing tower of muscle, a smile on her lips. She is so sexy and
strong! At last I pull my head out from between her legs and rub my face on
her iron eight-pack, licking and sucking the impossible muscle in a frenzy of
lust and jealousy. Then I plunge my face back into her sex. We come together
and I sag back onto the floor, wasted. I look up to see that impossible hard
body standing there.

She bends down, picks me up, cradles me, and licks me clean.

"Did you like that, Master?" Again a little girl and insecure. Do you want me
to start exercising so I can get bigger muscles?"

Bigger muscles? The mind boggles.

Limp in her arms, I just smile lazily.

"No, sweetheart. Just keep loving me."

Her face again turns seductive.

"I was hoping you'd say that. I love you <I>so</i> much. I'd do
<I>anything</i> for you. She cradles me with just one arm as she flexes the
other arm in my face and I cannot help but bury my face against a triple-
peaked bicep bigger than my head, intoxicated with her muscle and power.

From inside her armpit I hear my voice say, "Time for bed, Jody."
Unbelievably, I'm hard again.

"I was hoping you'd say that, Uncle!" Carrying me effortlessly, she ascends
the stairs. "How can I please you now?" she breathes in my ear, nibbling the
ear lobe, her tongue alive in my ear..

Who's taking advantage of whom?

To Be Continued?