MYRNA'S ENRICHMENT TAUGHT
By CJ



Jay really doesn't know the age he was, but he told me young - six or seven,
something in there. His folks and their friends were gathered in a very long
hall in an Aunt's house, and an exciting atmosphere was present, a very sexual
feeling although Jay did not know what those feelings were until much later.
As he got closer to the group of grownups, he could hear all the women
chanting, get him, get him. The men were saying put her down you wimp. Are you
gonna lose too which will mean none of us can beat her. Jay didn't understand
most of the words but he felt the meaning and chemistry surrounding the group.
Jay was next up at the makeshift arm wrestling table. The lady was absolutely
gorgeous. She said Hey Little Man, are you going to beat me? Then she said,
well how about you feeling this big bicep. Jay didn't understand much of this
either, but he felt her biceps and he was amazed at how big and hard her
muscles were.

Jay said that he can remember that story vividly and although imaginations
spread like wildfire he also said this probably was the true feeling of those
moments and that he can still see that huge and immensely strong bicep. Also
said he believes those were the moments that he began his road of life as a
total lover and admirer of big, muscular, strong, dominant and independent
girls. Maybe he always was a sthenolagniac he thinks, but this re-occurring
dream and reality is lovely, powerfully sexual, and perfect for him and the
girls. Being dominated by a strong, big and muscular girl, held down with ease
by her, is so wonderful and always will be said Jay.

Anywhere from eight or ten or so he and a neighbor wrestled every chance they
got. So fun. She always beat him and her favorite holds were a face sit, leg
scissors and biceps squeeze. In her scissors, she could really hurt him if she
wanted to and he knew it. Well, she could in all of her holds. Neither knew a
thing about wrestling or what a "hold" was but all came naturally to both.
They loved it. They would have never had sex of any kind. They hid to continue
their muscle frolicking and wrestling which went on for years. Innocent fun.
She was two years behind him and the last several times they had their fun, he
weighed much more than she did but she wasn't thin and her muscles were big
and hard. He never won.

There were incidents in Jr. High, but the potent one came along when he was a
freshman in high school. He took a Spanish course early, a sophomore course,
and a gorgeous girl sat in front of him and one seat over. God, most beautiful
girl he had ever seen. She had huge calves, bigger than anybody in the school,
including the giant of a football coach. Perfectly shaped. How girls sense
they are being admired is a mystery, but she did. She flexed her calves hard
for him and he had a perfect view. All the students were called to the
blackboard to diagram sentences in Spanish, such as that. No one else seemed
to notice which was strange, but when Myrna walked to the board, she purposely
raised up on tiptoes to really blast those awesome muscles !!!!!! God, Jay
couldn't think. Her calves brushed each other when she walked. Whoa, and in
their school, there were no air conditioners so all the students made little
fans out notebook paper to fan and cool off in the late summer/fall heat.
Again, Jay had a most perfect view when Myrna fanned herself because she put
her elbow on the little desk, arm wrestling style, and fanned. Her biceps
jumped as she fanned, just like bodybuilders flexing. Myrna's arms were huge
and not one bit fat. It was hard for her to wear sleeve dresses because of
that and later she explained that her mother had to cut and re-sew so that she
could fit. The same was true of any pants she wore. Jay told me he almost
passed out the first time she fanned. He could not concentrate at all - "Jay
are you listening" the teach would say. Jay loved that time of year and the
heat was very welcome. He followed her everywhere he could and took all the
classes she took, if eligible, and walked behind to gaze at her calves as she
walked home even though she lived in a different direction. Myrna was five
foot six or so, large framed She probably weighed around one hundred and
seventy pounds, and some thought she was chubby. Jay knew better. Not one
centimeter of Myrna jiggled or was fat. Her muscles did not seem to be as big
as they really were until she flexed. Her smooth brown skin would explode when
she wanted. Whoa, Jay was smitten, Myrna had his number and she knew it. She
loved it. Jay was very shy and afraid to talk. Jay got Myrna's phone from
another friend who was in Myrna's grade. He got up his courage, called and
said "Hi muscle girl" but he hung up. Chicken he thought to himself. At school
after those calls, Myrna stared at him and he could feel that she knew it was
him. Her pretty brown eyes kept her gaze with curiosity and friendliness but
Jay couldn't hold the stare. Of course Myrna knew it was Jay calling.

As a freshman, all the boys got initiated, corporeal punishment. That was
supposedly banned, but it happened anyway. Jay was not little and he was and
is a mischievous scamp. A huge offensive guard named Red Bull and his sidekick
had it in for Jay because he terrorized Red Bull but Bull could not catch Jay.
Tricks such as in the gym shower, cutting the pure cold on Bull and then
running. Bull could not catch him. The two could not stand each other. One
day, Bull did catch Jay in a hall during recess and jerked Jay into a closet.
He had Jay by the neck, chocking him bad and Jay couldn't get away. Myrna
happened to come by. She told Bull "put him down and leave him alone." Bull
told her to get the hell away before I kick your ass little girl. Damn! Myrna
grabbed Bull by the neck, lifted him up against the wall and choked him hard.
Bull turned purple and said "Okay okay I give." "Louder." So Bull did. A few
students had gathered around and Myrna said "tell them who can whip who." With
a sheepish look down at the floor he said "you can." Myrna told Bull to leave
Jay alone and never bother him again. He told me Red Bull skirted him like the
plague. After Myrna took care of Bull she said "call me." He did.

"Hey Myrna" Jay said in a very nervous tone. Sweat was breaking out. "I
thought you said Muscle Girl." Jay was silent. "Come on, you love my muscles,
I know it." Still silent. "Okay, come pick me up in your daddy's car tomorrow
at 5:30. They don't care how late I stay out. Papa won't let me drive." "Okay"
in a shaky voice. That's all he could say. God she nailed him, Jay couldn't
even sleep. And pole vaulted all night long.

Jay was even too nervous to get out but Myrna saw him pull up. She was dressed
"illegal" those could be called and a short and tight tee showing her smooth
tummy. On purpose Jay was certain, she bent over with her bootie towards him
and good godamighty damn, her shorts ripped in the back, and not in the seam.
Faint time. Jay asked if she could drive because he was afraid he could not
and Myrna said "Hell yea I can drive, move over, you will enjoy." Pop Jay had
a really hot auto, a Chevy 409 that could out race anyone in the area. Myrna
inspected, looked under the hood at the chrome three deuces and almost
salivated. She knew much more about the car than he did. She took off and down
to country roads and pulled Jay over into her lap which was fortunate Jay said
because she scared the shit out of him although she had perfect control. They
stopped. Myrna said "we are going to arm wrestle." It was not a question. Jay
had a feeling and although he was a pretty big boy he could not budge her with
both hands on her left non-dominant arm. Bam! She put him right down. God Jay
said he almost messed his pants he was so excited, with some fear and
intimidation. He could not speak. She laughed and her beautiful smile with her
now swollen lips laughed more. "Now, back to the car" she said and Myrna
picked him up and threw him in the back bench seat. Jay fainted for a few
seconds but his excited below the belt did not. "Do you like my calves?" She
knew full well he loved them. "Don't you want to massage them?" Jay still
couldn't speak. In more of a demanding voice, she said "get to it." Big, big
they were, probably eighteen inches or so. She could relax her muscles and
when he felt them, they were loose and so flexible, but when she flexed, they
were hard and so strong Jay said he could not move them. Hard to explain he
said, and I guessed what he meant although I didn't know. Damn! Jay was making
me hard just listening. Huge tan and smooth he said they were. She trapped his
hand in sort of a scissors squeeze and he could not get his hand out. "Do you
want your head and neck inside of them?" He was absolutely mesmerized and
speechless. She did that to him but he could tell she was only playing and not
putting out much of an effort. "I'm going to show you my titties but I want
them massaged." That was not a question either. She ripped her tee off and I'm
talking ripped not taken off. At this point I came. I could not help it. Firm,
high, soft but with power those boobies stood straight out. She must have been
thirty six DDD he said. Uh oh, already I was getting excited again listening.
The way Jay was telling me this was 'real.' He is a wonderful teller of
experiences, much better than I can write. She could trap his hand without use
of arms with those beautiful monsters as well. And she could bounce them. He
had already come two times, but he did again. At this point she ripped off her
little shorts and had nothing underneath. She pounced on top in that
comfortable back seat and said "Do you know how to kiss?" He just shook his
head no. Then and there she taught him how to long deep kiss. Jay was in
oblivion. Sweat was poring off both their bodies - no AC and it was Indian
Summer in humid North Louisiana. She just smothered gently and held Jay down.
"Now we are going to go to my thighs." They were huge and beautifully shaped.
Those were the same as her calves, smooth and loose and then as hard as steel
with muscles bulging. "Now traps and back." Her traps were huge although they
did not look so when she was relaxed and not flexing. Myrna had a neck
bracelet on. She concentrated, flexed and pop off it came, broken. "Biceps"
she commanded. When she flexed her smooth, tanned and steel biceps Jay said he
passed out for more than a few seconds he is sure. Girls' biceps are Jay's
favorite body part and no girl's biceps came close after Myrna. To prove, she
flopped Jay over and up and put him in a full nelson. Where did she learn all
these holds? She knocked him out with ease. Now this scared Jay. "Aww, you
know I'm not going to really hurt you don't you." She trapped Jay in-between
her cheek and traps. She beat his head from side to side with her big, tanned,
beautiful and hard pecs. Myrna then got out, jerked him out and carried Jay
over one shoulder easily and threw him down in a moss bed. By this time it was
twelve thirty and they went back to Myrna's drive. They made out for about
another hour. Jay was going to get in trouble for staying up so late but he
did not give one shit. Finally, although neither wanted to do, Jay had to go
home. Parting, "You have not said over ten words. She said call again
tomorrow, a command not a 'please' 'if you want to' any of that. "You learned
deep kiss very quickly. I am going to fuck your brains out very soon." Oh my
god he thought. "Jay was intimidated, a little scared, but he sure not going
to miss this.

This continued for the rest of Myrna's and Jay's high school years, three all
total plus the summers. Oblivion both were in. They absolutely loved their
company, their play and their intense love making. Oh yea, she made good on
what she was going to do. And she did fuck his brains out every weekend and
many times week nights when they could. God she was always the dom, on top in
all kinds of positions, and she experimented with and he learned that he loved
to be face sat. Myrna loved this just as much. Jeez the deep, long kissing of
all body parts. The biceps power, the lifting, face sitting, headlocking,
scissors squeezing, wrestling when Jay always got knocked out. They played
rough but gentle and playful at the same time. They came up with everything
they could and could have written the kama sutra. She tied him up, playfully,
not heavy duty. Jay talked more. They discussed anything from philosophy,
astronomy, anatomy, animals, which they both love (more on that later from Big
Myrna), mischief, fun, playing, guitar and drums, Shakespear, the Roman
Empire, just about anything. Oh yes, Jay became so at ease and vocal. He
thought Myrna was much smarter but she thought he was the thinker. She could
sing and he could play drums and guitar. Myrna graduated, Jay graduated, they
went college and separate ways, but this was not near the end of their fun.

[ To Be Continued ]