Andi – The Early Years
By the Elder Barry Erctwo@aol.com
The emergence of a muscle girl


ANDI - THE EARLY YEARS

(The Emergence of a Muscle Girl)

Eighteen year old Rebecca Malone was not only the most dominate female athlete
to ever attend De la salle High School. Moreover, she was the unquestioned
beauty queen of the graduating class. Becca was just a tad over six-feet tall
with a rock-hard but extremely sexy feminine physique.

Her bicep measurements were extraordinary just a cut above fourteen-inches.
However, no one at school was privy to her exact bust measurements. Conjecture
was varied and rife with speculation and baseless opinions. The consensus of
the student body had settled upon 38" DD. Her wasp like waist and womanly hips
resulted in the highly sought after but rarely achieved true hour-glass
figure.

The girl lettered in four separate sports; basketball, volley ball, softball
as well as track and field. It was quite a sight to see Becca running,
jumping, and bouncing on the court. She earned player of the year honors in
both b-ball and volley ball while leading the varsity girls' teams to two
state championships while breaking a number of state records in both the
hammer throw and the javelin throw. She pitched a number of no-hitters as well
as placing first in several track and field sprint events.

On top of everything else Rebecca Malone carried a 4.5 grade point average.
The full-ride college scholarship offers were pouring in ... until they
weren't.

High school sophomore Andi Malone adored and idolized her older sister,
Rebecca. From the age of eleven Andi emulated her big sister's rigorous
workout regimen. Almost immediately the prepubescent child's stick-like body
responded and began to show noticeable muscular definition.

After years of dedicated 24/7 workouts, Andi was delighted with her
development and she redoubled her efforts developing faster than any youngster
had a right to expect. Andi, not for the first time positioned herself in
front of the full-length mirror in their basement exercise room and closely
studied her maturing body.

She inspected her burgeoning assets using her index finger to trace the
prominent baseball-like bump stretching the skin of her upper arm. The younger
Malone sister squeezed her right bicep with her left hand unable to make even
the slightest dent in her rigid muscle which was now exceeding twelve plus
inches of feminine wonder. Andi vowed to herself that she would surpass her
big sister's fourteen full inches by the end of the semester.

Andi continued to critically scrutinize the totality of her young body. First
she focused her attention on her developing breasts which had matured from
'buds' which she had learned were medically explained as nickel-sized bumps
found under the nipple. From those meager but promising beginnings Andi's
breast development exploded into an impressive C-cup approaching 34 inches
held aloft by her overly developed pectoral muscles.

The no longer prepubescent 14-year-old girl experienced a warm delicious
feeling permeating her nether regions; not quite a womanly orgasm but
enjoyable nonetheless.

She stretched out and tensed her calves and thighs immediately realizing she
needed to develop her legs more, which she promised herself she would.

Her flat stomach and tight abdominal muscles were there but visually
nonexistent. She promised herself to develop her abs vowing to achieve a
visible six-pack within the next thirty days.

While the maturing high school sophomore celebrated her undeniable awesomeness
her sister Rebecca was experiencing the worst day of her young life. Rumors
and inuendo suddenly went viral and inundated the Internet. Unfounded but
pervasive news stories both local and national including salacious blogs
revealed or claimed that Rebecca had had an abortion. Not surprisingly every
religious college had almost immediately rescinded their scholarship offers.

What was surprising however was that each and every secular college and state
university had almost immediately followed suit by withdrawing their
scholarship offers as well. Rebecca was devasted; all of her training and hard
work would likely go unrewarded.

While it was true that Becca had been impregnated at the hands of a married
teacher it was also true that she hadn't had an abortion. Rather she had
experienced a traumatic miscarriage which to many was a difference without a
distinction. Becca had convinced the married father of two to remain silent,
she didn't want him to ruin his marriage and lose his job.

Andi had been devasted by the news. She knew of the pregnancy and the
miscarriage and she was livid how the story was being incorrectly reported in
the press and on the Net in the process ruining Rebecca's promising athletic
career.

Rebecca, along with her best friend would eventually enroll at West Valley
Junior College hoping that if she could excel and dominate in sports as she
had done in high school maybe a major college would take a chance on her and
offer her an athletic scholarship, maybe.

While walking to school that day Andi was subjected to taunts from a high
school senior boy; she was in no mood for the aggravation She was already in
bad temperament. She hated wearing her school uniform; navy and white plaid
colored skirt (not too short) - plain white low-cut tennis shoes with white or
navy knee high athletic socks - a white blouse (long or short sleeves but not
too tight) - and a navy-colored cardigan (optional on hot days).

"Your sister is a whore." The boy repeated and amplified his provocation.
"Your sister is a fucking whore." The senior boy, dressed in his own catholic
school uniform, placed his hands on his hips expressing his disgust with her
big sister and by extension Andi as well. In the boy's mind he was
demonstrating Christian values while displaying his clear dominance over the
five-foot-two, one-hundred-ten-pound sophomore girl.

"Shut up asshole." Andi calmed herself down and silently approached the boy
with fire in her eyes. She hadn't developed her body for the purpose of
fighting but she was confident her muscles were about to come in handy.

Andi recognized the boy from school; his name was Carl a divinity student and
a football player a couple of years older than she, an athlete who was well
over six feet in height, 245-pounds, and extremely well-muscled.

Suddenly, Andi experienced an overwhelming adrenaline rush and the smallish
teen propelled her tiny right fist into the guy's bread basket with such force
he dropped down to his knees gagging, struggling to breathe. Carl spewed forth
copious amounts of yellow and brown colored bile just missing her shoes.

Not satisfied just yet Andi Malone clasped her fingers together, lifted her
intertwined hands high over her head, and delivered several double fisted
blows to the back of Carl's neck and head. He collapsed forward involuntarily
dropping his face into the disgusting pile of vomit on the ground in front of
him.

Andi smiled, all the while laughing as she pushed and rubbed his face into the
nauseating massive mound of vomit causing the retching football player to barf
forth more disgusting chunks of vomitous puke.

Andi was now more than satisfied with her retribution not just because she had
dominated and humiliated the big football player but more importantly because
she had again experienced that wonderful delicious warm feeling in her vagina.

"Carl ... oh yeah ... big boy." She smiled. "I know your name." She rolled up
her sleeves, flexed with all she had displaying her well-defined near perfect
12 1/2" biceps. "Tell your friends; better yet warn your friends." Satisfied
the comely teen sashayed away shaking her muscular but flat ass.

The moment Andi arrived at school she could tell something was different, no
she could tell everything was different. Inexplicably she was the center of
attention. Her classmates were leering at her, laughing, she assumed at her,
pointing towards her, milling about, surrounding her.

Several of the girl students were clapping in support.

The gathering mob separated allowing room for the approaching football players
led by Carl Eller her victim from earlier that morning.

"You ambushed me this morning; caught me off guard, bitch." He moved closer
dwarfing her with his imposing size.

"How did I ambush you, Carl?" She giggled. "Tell me how."

"Well." He hemmed and hawed for a moment. "Without provocation you kicked me
hard in the balls. You hit me a couple of times and then you ran away." He
flexed his own biceps. "This is payback time."

"Bullshit, Carl." Susan 'the bod' Quinn, the school's head cheerleader spoke
up in defense of Andi. "I was across the street and watched everything. I
heard you call Andi's sister a whore, then she punched you in the stomach not
the balls, you barfed, and then she rubbed your face in it."

It was well known throughout the school that Quinn was a blackbelt karate
student who held a number of local titles. In addition, it was nearly
impossible to not believe someone as attractive as Susie Q. who was the
epitome of gorgeous. Her symmetrical features, wide eyes, high cheek bones,
pouty lips, tanned complexion coupled with her curly turquois colored hair
completed her unique look ... not to mention her amazing boobs.

"True dat." Andi stepped forward. "And now I'm going to do what you obviously
want me do." In a flash she rammed her hand between his legs, grabbed onto and
began to lift, squeeze, and crush his testicles. The big footballer was in
such pain, such agony his eyes crossed and rolled around in his head.

She pulled him testicles first towards her. The big athletic football player
wanted to fight back but he couldn't. He was so overwhelmed by her strength
and the pain which had virtually paralyzed him and he couldn't do anything,
anything but cry.

"Carl ... Do you wish to amend your story?" She squeezed even harder. "Well,
do you?"

"I do." He slumped down onto his knees and commenced to barf up his just eaten
breakfast of banana pancakes covered with fresh strawberries, strawberry jam,
and strawberry syrup. To everyone watching it appeared as if Carl were barfing
up blood.

Andi Malone gleefully shoved Carl's head into the reddish pile of vomit and
forcibly smushed his face down and around until his kisser resembled that of a
very melancholy clown. She placed her right foot on the back of his neck
holding his head in place. The tiny teen titan rolled up her sleeves and
flexed her arms flaunting her more than impressive biceps startling many in
the crowd.

Again, she could feel that pleasant warm feeling percolating in and around her
nether regions; she didn't want it to stop.

However, before she could thoroughly enjoy the sensations several school
teachers and a security guard arrived and escorted Andi to the principal's
office to 'discuss' her 'violent' behavior. It was true that Andi and the
football player who was more than a foot taller than she and at least
one-hundred-fifty-pounds heavier had engaged in a face to face altercation.

Why then was it she and only she who was about to be chastised, punished and
likely suspended? Was it because she had been the victor, the one who had
administered the most punishment? Or, was it because Carl had a big rivalry
game to play in two days and a suspension would preclude him from
participating?

"Ms. Malone." Harrison Robbins, the nearly drooling obese school principal and
head football coach was lecturing Andi about her deportment.

"Security cameras captured the confrontation in question on film and it
clearly shows that you were the aggressor attacking, injuring, and
embarrassing the boy with total disregard for his well-being and seemingly
without provocation."

"Okay, if that's the way you see it, coach." Andi stood up. "I know I'm facing
a suspension but can I attend the big game and watch Carl play?"

"Don't get smart with me young lady." The veins in Harrison's neck were
popping out and his plump face which was turning beet red.

"Coach." She giggled like the little school girl she was. "This is high
school. I thought I was expected to get smarter? She paused for maximum
comedic effect. "I thought it was your job to ensure that I do."

"Five days maybe even seven." He slammed his fist on the desk. "I will assign
a student or a teacher to bring your books and homework assignments to your
home."

"Yes sir." Andi stood up and brushed her hair back with both hands
purposefully revealing her dancing biceps enjoying the stunned look on
Robbins' face. "By the way coach you should consider finding a better left
tackle, Carl is a wuss."

Coach Robbins remained in his office for a full fifteen minutes in order to
allow his erection, meager as it was, to subside.

Andi Malone vowed to utilize this free time to improve her body, particularly
her big guns. While also promising herself that in time she would make the
prissy principal suffer.

Earlier that morning a livid and vindictive Rebecca Malone confidently but
surreptitiously entered the studio apartment belonging to Daniel Wadsworth the
internet blogger who had baselessly referred to her as 'Big Becky the Baby
Killer.'

The man had regularly been and was still posting sensationalized scandalous
unsubstantiated stories about her as well as suggestive and downright sexy
pictures and videos of the now infamous Rebecca Malone competing in various
sporting events.

Wadsworth had no illusions relative to his writing acumen knowing that the
massive number of hits his site was receiving were as a direct result of the
risqu� pictures of the beautiful busty bicep-blessed Big Becky; postings that
had gone viral garnering literally millions of viewings and substantial
advertising dollars for him and his sponsors.

Big Becky towered over the five-foot-six-inch Wadsworth. She introduced
herself to the cocky little 'reporter' demanding he post a retraction
stressing that she wanted and expected not only an apology but also a
heartfelt act of contrition and more importantly a repudiation of his claims
of an abortion.

"No way. I know who you are ... Big Becky the baby..." He sensed he shouldn't
finish that thought. He had been laughing when he began that sentence but not
anymore. He could see the fire and hate in her eyes as her massive muscles
beginning to tense up.

"Finish that thought and I will break every fucking bone in your fucking body
you fucking fuck." She made a fist and held it up to his face.

"Okay ... Okay." He claimed he could feel her pain. "I feel your pain young
lady." He claimed.

"Feel this." Becca delivered a surprisingly powerful openhanded slap across
his face leaving her hand print on his reddening cheek while sending Wadsworth
reeling backwards from out of his chair onto his green carpet.

"Ow ... please." He appeared to be ready to cry." I apologize to you but I am
unable to put a written apology on my blog. All content is controlled by the
Web Masters and they would never admit that any of their content might be
untrue."

"Who are these Web Masters?"

"I don't know ... They're based in Asia." He lowered his eyes conveying his
helplessness. "I'm sorry."

"Not anywhere near as sorry as you're about to be."

Using only her left hand Becca grabbed Wadsworth by the throat taking his
breath way. She chin-lifted the blogger more than a foot off the ground
holding the little twerp there for what to him seemed like an eternity.

"Big Becky isn't sure what she should do to you first." She laughed out loud
realizing that that was the first time in her young life she had ever referred
to herself in the third person. She fired two devastating right hooks to his
kidney and watched as he dropped to his knees.

"Oh my, did that hurt?"

"Yeah." Wadsworth was still gasping for breath. "Very much ... Please stop."

"Stop? Stop?" She laughed. "I haven't even started yet." Becky fired three
additional short quick powerful left jabs to his nose enjoying the purplish
blood spurting from his prominent proboscis. "I'm not sure I can do that." She
stuck out her tongue. "My masters are in Asia." She mocked him. "Allow me time
to check with them."

Rebecca was in no way satisfied with the level of pain she was inflicting on
the man who was at the very least partially responsible for her disgrace. She
needed to do much more than just inflict pain on the little turd.

Big Becky needed to seriously injure the man, disable the man, exact lasting
damage to the man. Afterall, she had promised the little turd she was willing
to break every fucking bone in the man's fucking body. It was time for Rebecca
Malone to put up or shut up.

Apparently, Becca had opted for door number one because she grabbed his right
forearm with both hands and began to twist his elbow in opposite directions
forcing his arm into a position it was never designed to go. He screamed and
she laughed as they both watched the man's elbow grotesquely dangling
unnaturally at his side

Like her younger sister Becca was feeling a warm wet stream stimulating her
genitalia but she was experiencing a resounding big-girl - holy-shit -
what-the-fuck - kind of orgasm; climaxing twice without ever touching her
naughty parts. Apparently, dispensing pain on the man was a powerful
aphrodisiac which she intended to exploit to the fullest.

"Damn Daniel - You appear to be experiencing some real discomfort." Rebecca's
laugh seemed almost maniacal. She took his right hand with her left and began
to squeeze. "Here comes the pain train." She promised.

"There are twenty-seven bones in the human hand." Rebecca was determined to
pulverize most if not all of them and said as much. "Do you think I can break
them all?"

"Please stop!" Wadsworth wasn't above begging. "I'm begging you." He pleaded
with her between yelps, and screams and moans. When it became painfully
obvious to him that she had no intentions to ever stop hurting him ... he
shrieked at her. "You fucking cunt. I'll make you pay for this." He promised.

Big Becky reflexively without thinking backhanded the whining wimp hard across
his face, maybe too hard, definitely too hard. Her devastating blow had
inadvertently connected with the blogger's throat crushing his windpipe,
restricting his ability to breathe, and dropping him to his knees.

Becca watched intently as the despicable little man clutched his throat as he
plummeted face first onto his dingy tacky green colored shag carpet. His
entire body began to spasm as his chest heaved unnaturally. She had heard the
expression 'death throes' and now she was watching that very dance of death up
close and personal.

She hadn't meant to kill the man but what the hell shit happens and at moment
what was happening to Rebecca Malone was considerably more than a run of the
mill female orgasm which can be clinically described as rhythmic contractions
of a woman's pelvic muscles.

However, in reality Becca's climax moments were almost indescribable waves of
euphoric pleasure, pleasure that in her case was an all-encompassing
satisfaction that for an unusually prolonged period of nearly fifteen seconds
had completely obliterated all else ... because for her it wasn't enough to
say that nothing else mattered it was far more accurate to say that there was
nothing else, only euphoria.

While exhilarated and blissful and completely sated Rebecca was at the same
time worried because the big teenager realized that if every time she killed a
man she would achieve this beatific level of pleasure ... then ... she let
that thought go ... and focused on the moment. She couldn't very well 'google'
how to dispose of a dead body ... or could she?

For the first three days of her suspension Andi had been working out longer
and harder than ever before and she could feel and see her over-taxed muscles
responding; the burn was evident as were the results; bigger and more defined.

Someone was knocking on her front door but the door knocker would have to wait
for her. Andi was well beyond just thirsty. Andi was dehydrated to the max and
in desperate need of electrolytes. The sweating teen reached into the frig,
rubbed an ice bag on her face. She grabbed a quart of orange flavored Powerade
and chugged, chugged, and chugged until there was little left for her to chug.

She was still wearing her X-rated workout clothing, a bright pink thong and a
clinging sleeveless turquoise belly-shirt. Andi headed for the door on sipping
the remaining Powerade while rubbing the ice bag over and atop her breasts as
she unashamedly opened the door.

"Susie Q., right?" She smiled seductively. "Come in." Andi was initially
surprised but she almost immediately realized that the cheerleader had been
dispatched by the principal to bring her her school books. "Thanks." She
reached for the books.

"My God." Susie Q. was staring at Andi's nearly naked body with a combination
of wonder and awe and curiosity. The muscular teen's soaking wet body strained
against her t-shirt which did nothing to hide her muscularity nor her
voluptuousness. Andi's clearly visible recently iced erect nipples were
pressing hard against her top as were her rather large fast approaching nubile
C-cup breasts.

"Your body is way incredible, way-way incredible." Susie reached over and
grabbed Andi's upper arm and squeezed hard. "Flex for me girl."

"You aren't too shabby yourself." Andi had always admired the sexy curvy body
of Susie Q. so she was relishing this opportunity to show off her growing guns
for her.

"Holy mother of fuck." Susie was non plus stunned by the rock hardness of the
five-foot-two-inch teen girl's pulsating deltoids, triceps, and biceps which,
much to Andi's delight, had finally surpassed 13" in diameter.

"How the hell are you even possible?" Susie asked.

"Come." Andi giggled and took the hand of the hottest girl in school and
guided Susie to the basement workout room. "Let me pump up a bit and I'll show
you."

Neither of these two high school girls was remotely gay or a lesbian or
interested in playing for the other team but if pressed each would readily
admit to being bi-curious. Each realized that if they were to ever experiment
neither could ask for a more delicious partner.

The genetically blessed school girls each realized that something
extraordinary was about to happen but neither knew exactly what. The more
experienced eighteen-year-old Susie Q. was breathing heavily, almost panting,
as her nipples hardened and her prominent breasts noticeably swelled in
anticipation.

For some reason Andi, who was still a virgin, determined that she should be
the one to make the first move; so, she made the first move. She discarded her
shirt, effected a spectacular double bicep pose flaunting her muscularity
while setting her impressive teen breasts free to bounce suggestively.

"At least my boobs are bigger than yours." Susie Q, stripped her upper torso
naked. "See, they don't call me the 'bod' for nothing." As if to prove her
point she cupped her own spectacular 38" DD breasts in her hands, pushed them
up to her chin, licked her own nipples, and snickered sexily.

The two teen nymphets were shyly still covering below the waist. They cuddled
together on the floor mats letting their hands explore their respective
bodies. Andi couldn't get over the size and the warmth and the softness of
Susie's boobs while Susie was overwhelmed by Andi's rock-hard muscles.

They exchanged tender kisses and light petting quickly graduating to serious
groping and long deep wet kisses. Each was excited by and thrilled with the
delicious tingling feelings they were experiencing.

"Nope." Suddenly, Susie Q. pulled away.

"This is so hot and so fun, way too hot." She reached for her shirt. "Andi, I
like cock way too much for this." Susie began to redress herself. "Can't we
just be friends?"

"Yeah, sure." Andi smiled warmly. "I was just thinking the same thing." Andi
lied.

The girls sat together at the kitchen table and shared the remainder of a
store bought lemon cheesecake topped with cherries and blackberries while
sipping from bottles of Starbucks iced Frappuccino drinks.

Susie began to harangue and disparage principal Robbins saying he had a thing
for her; finding any excuse to be alone with her, peak at her when she wasn't
looking, and rub against her.

"The horny disgusting fat-assed toad called me into his office and assigned me
to be the one to bring you your books." She mimed putting her finger down her
throat making a gagging sound. "The blubbery bastard was looking for an excuse
to be alone with me. As always the prick undressed me with his eyes ...
telling me how much he liked the way I dress ... how much he liked my 'tight'
sweater ..." She actually spit on the floor. "if only I could pay him back."

"Oh, but we can." Andi laughed. "I've been thinking about retribution. We're
considerably stronger than he, right?"

"No doubt." Susie Q. reached over and squeezed Andi's bicep one more time.

"We can entice him into his office and hurt him a bunch." When Andi detailed
her plan, Susie offered a heartfelt high-five.

It was the day of the big game so the school was completely deserted. Susie
had anonymously texted the coach a photo of her naked breasts, not showing her
face but inviting him to join her in his office for a night of unparalleled
pleasure.

The girls had surreptitiously broken into the man's office intent on not only
embarrassing the coach but subjecting him to all kinds of pain, real pain.
They set up the camera, readied authentic dominatrix outfits, applied liberal
amounts of brownish body make-up transforming their complexions from white to
Latino brown.

They donned their recently purchased flame-red curly red wigs, laid out their
masks, and awaited his arrival.

De la salle had won the big game, coach Robbins had delivered a shorter than
usual but obligatory victory speech to the team telling his boys to go out and
celebrate the big win and then he made a mad dash to his office; his hopes
soaring along with his erect penis.

"I was so hoping it would be you." Susie Q. was stark naked sitting cross
legged on the edge of the man's desk proudly showing off her large breasts and
her shaved nether region. He stared at them, er her, in awe. Robbins was
excited by but terrified of the teen vixen. What if she laughed at his 'short
comings?' (Pun intended)

When the principal sensed movement behind him, he spun around just in time to
see a thunderous right hand thrown by Andi Malone hitting him directly in his
esophagus. He fell backwards into his desk chair struggling to breathe.

Coach Robbins, fearful now, looked over at Susie Q. who had quickly lipped on
an all-black leather dominatrix guise complete with a flogging snake whip. Her
face and head were now concealed by a Batman like cowl; only her faux long red
hair was exposed.

Andi was gleefully filming the action of which there promised to be plenty to
come. (Pun not intended ... Okay, it was intended)

Susie Q. had already ripped the man's clothing from his back while
simultaneously removing his sweatpants and his tidy whiteites. Robbins
immediately covered his privates from the girls with his hands. Susie joyously
employed her whip and in one quick motion lashed him across his back causing
him to scream in pain.

"Shut up." Andi Malone zoomed in on his pathetic baby carrot sized cock. Susie
flicked at it with her middle finger before lightly rubbing and squeezing it
with her thumb and index finger. She pulled and jerked on his pathetic penis
trying to lengthen it but the best she could manage was a 3 1/2" semi-hard
pencil thin puny pecker.

"I bet he doesn't shower with his team." Andi punched him in the chest again
bring tears to his eyes. She pinched his cheeks and whispered something in his
ear.

"No ... You can't make me." Robbins almost sounded confident.

"Bet me." Andi twisted his ear threatening to rip it off. "Say it."

"Okay ...Okay." The coach now on camera wiped tears from his eyes and waved
his tiny penis in front of the camera. "Say hello to my little friend."

"Ha-ha." Susie laughed so hard she nearly pissed herself. "Oh - what the hell
- why not?" She lowered her leather pants, faced away from the camera,
squatted like the lady she was and discharged a steady stream of pure
unadulterated lady piss all over the distraught football coach's face.

"Hey dude." She wiped her pee-hole with his hair. "There are men all over the
world who would gladly pay wads of green money for a golden shower like that."

Susie Q. pulled up and adjusted her pants, double fisted the back of his head
forcing him to lay his face flat on his desk top. The dominatrix in training
cracked her snake whip lashing him across his back twice in succession.
Reddish welts rose from his skin while rivulets of blood seeped from his
wounds.

"Whip it ... Whip it good." Andi had only a passing knowledge of the punk-rock
group Devo and their signature hit but she knew of it and she liked it.

The girls were ecstatic. Afterall, causing the pompous principal pain and
humiliation had been the purpose of this little incursion on his life and both
girls were in agreement ... Mission accomplished.

Yet neither of the girls was completely satisfied yet. They wanted to show off
some more, inflict even more pain on the man they detested, and they both
wished to experience yet another orgasm.

Andi turned off the camera, pulled down the top of her leather suit flaunting
her amazing teen body pumping up and flexing her right bicep laying her
pulsating pride and joy down alongside his. She laughed at the disparity
between her 13" rock-hard teen bicep and the middle-aged 'Round Robbins' soft
flabby 13" upper arm. Yes, they were approximately the same size in diameter
but even Ray Charles would have no trouble discerning the difference.

"You must be so proud." Andi removed her arm and giggled like the child she
was. She reactivated the camera and grabbed and squeezed 'Round Robins' poor
excuse for a bicep temporarily smushing it into an unrecognizable quivering
blob of gobbledygook delighted to hear his sobs and moans.

"This is fun." Susie unleashed her whip delivering a vicious strike to his
bare ass 'accidently' touching his low hanging testicles. "One more time
asshole." This time she was talking directly to the man's actual anus crevasse
and this time she drew alarming spurts of blood leaving what no doubt would be
permanent scars.

"Dam coach that's a big-ass trophy. The day the man suspended Andi she had
seen the big trophy proudly displayed in his office. The coach of the year
trophy stood just under two feet high and had to weigh two pounds or so.

"Big ass trophy indeed." The vengeful teen spread his ass cheeks apart and
'gingerly' forced the top of the metal trophy deep into his anal cavity.
Judging by his screams the pain had to be excruciating even more so when she
gleefully ripped the object from out of his anus.

"Hey coach. How does Uranus feel?" Both girls laughed at the indelicate pun.

Next, the girls took turns exacting differing levels of pain inducing
thrashings, all captured on film and video tape. They had worked themselves
into an unthinking animalistic frenzy. They gleefully hit him, kicked him,
scratched him, pulled on his extremities and crushed his ribs and bones
leaving him little more than a permanently disfigured whining, wailing,
whalelike, whimpering wuss curled up in a fetal position unable to move.

Suddenly the girls were shocked back to reality horrified by the physical and
mental damage they had wrought upon the wall-eyed blithering idiot who was now
uttering nonsensical disconnected words.

"Cindy?" He blinked uncontrollably. "I, er mean Q., Susie Q., right?" He spit
blood from his mouth. "Am I shitting - I feel as if I may be shitting." He
reached for his ass but stopped. "Why? I like your boobs." He moaned. "Oh, can
I see ... by the dawn's early light ..."

"Oh no." The girls looked at each other neither having a clue relative to what
they had done or what they should do next. They hadn't intended to inflict
quite this much damage on coach Robbins. However, much like the U.S. military
in Korea, Vietnam, Afghanistan, and Iraq these impetuous teenaged girls hadn't
given any thought or consideration to an exit strategy ... but now they must.

"Andi." Susie had removed her cowl and was speaking her mind. "I'm afraid we
need to kill him, dispose of his body, and release the edited video for all to
see." She pointed at the clock they had set four and half hours ahead. "Our
disguises are good; tan skin and red hair will at least initially send the
cops in a wrong direction. However, in order to establish an unassailable
alibi we must be highly visible to others during that time period."

"Agreed." Andi bolted for the door returning lickety-split holding a shovel
and a number of large trash bags. "I think we may be needing these." She
slipped out of her leather clothes. "Now, the only question remaining is who
gets to kill him?"

"I should be the one to do it."

Susie Q. had surprised herself but she really wanted to be the one to do it.
Until that very moment Susie had never even contemplated killing another
person but at that moment in time, she felt desirous, eager to experience the
god like omnipotence of extinguishing another's life. She wanted to be the one
to metaphorically drop the sword of Damocles; it would be the most significant
achievement of her young life.

"Why you?" Andi was hoping that the act of actually killing a man would
accelerate her vaginal tingling to an exhilarating honest to goodness big-girl
explosion of bliss.

"Maybe we could do it together."

"Together would be best?"

"Next question is how do we do it?"

"With the utmost level of mercy, of course." Both girls laughed knowing they
were fresh out of mercy. The soon to be teen murders looked into the dead eyes
of Coach Robbins and knew there was no longer anyone home. The nymphets
wordlessly began to punch and karate chop the man across his throat long after
he was already half-past dead.

Now it was time for the first-time murderesses to dispose of the body and
cement their respective alibies. Andi retrieved one of the trash bags and
quickly discovered that no matter what position she attempted to fold him
into, the bag wasn't going to be large enough to hold Coach Robbins' body.

Andi Malone was never one to give up easily so she used her strength to bend
Robbins' legs in the opposite direction they were meant to be bent. Susie was
so startled by the loud cracking sound that echoed throughout the office she
nearly puked her guts out when Robbins' femur snapped.

Go figure, the cheerleader had willing and with aplomb eagerly beaten,
whipped, and pummeled the man until he was deader than just dead and yet she
was repulsed when Andi cracked and dislocated his leg bone.

Although the cracking sound was every bit as loud the second time Susie was
bettered prepared when Andi broke the dead guy's other femur. Together the
girls propped him up into a sitting position (sort of) with his legs tugged
under him pointing the wrong way.

"Hey - If this were a natural position for humans ..." Andi was determined to
lighten the mood and pointed at Robbins. "Imagine what chairs would look
like."

"Yeah ... Okay ... Now let's imagine him gone." Susie Q. was putting all of
the thoroughly wiped down leather outfits and the dominatrix paraphernalia
including the red wigs into a trash bag. "We're going to bury him somewhere,
right?"

"Yep ... Don't worry ... I've got just the right place in mind."

Way across town Rebecca sat at the blogger's computer, lowered and adjusted
the little man's ergonomic chair, and proceeded to google 'how to dispose of a
dead body'. As it turns out the most popular and practical option is a deep
burial in a remote location ... unless of course you have an industrial sized
wood chipper handy ... or ... a sounder of swine (herd of pigs) at your beck
and call ... or ... a big boat (Like Dexter Morgan) and an ocean or bay near
by ... or ... a large vat of acid ... or ... a wood burning furnace in your
basement ... Eschewing those options as impractical a burial would be the
quickest and easiest means of disposal available.

With the decision having been made for her Rebecca Malone wrapped the body in
the man's own bedspread and tied it tightly using his filthy stained bed
sheets. She easily lifted the corpse over her shoulder and stealthily
shepherded the body to her car depositing him in the trunk and immediately
headed for the hilly forest like area located on the outskirts of town.

Andi and Susie drove their body deep into the forest traversing the winding
dirt road leading to a seldom used nearly abandoned man-made lake nestled in
the hills outside of the city. Susie parked her car in an empty parking lot
and together the girls removed Robbins from the trunk. Andi hoisted the body
over her shoulder and headed into a tree lined area.

"Here." Susie pointed to a nondescript patch of ground. "This the perfect
spot."

"Okay, Susie ... But why here?" Andi asked.

"Because, I'm fucking tired."

"That's good enough for me." Andi dropped the body and began to dig what was
about to become the biggest fucking hole either of the girls would ever see.
With each shovel stroke Andi's biceps swelled majestically and at the
indefatigable pace Andi was shoveling dirt at a frenetic pace ensuring said
hole would arrive sooner than later.

"What you doing?" A powerful but lyrical female voice pierced the otherwise
silent night. The girls let their eyes scan the trees from where an imposing
giant of a human being was menacingly emerging.

"Looks like fun." The figure continued to move forward. "Can I play?"

"Sure." Andi put some distance between herself and Susie. Q. She turned her
shovel sideways brandishing the tool as one would a weapon; the edge was sharp
and if wielded properly would likely be lethal. She smiled to herself knowing
they would most likely be needing to dig a bigger hole.

Andi was beginning to feel that familiar tingling sensation building up within
her. Suddenly, seemingly from out of nowhere a large heavy looking bundle came
soaring through the air crashing down at the very edge of the grave.

"Jesus Christ." Initially Susie Q. had been surprised by the arrival of the
package but now she was repulsed because as the package began to unravel in
front of her she could see the mutilated body of a little man, a very little
man, a very dead little man.

"You guys have room for one more?"

"Sure." Andi lay her shovel on the ground." "Get your ass over here."

"Andi?" Susie Q. looked concerned.

"Relax." Andi met the approaching giant with a bear hug but was easily
overpowered and lifted off the ground. Susie Q. deftly retrieved the shovel
from the ground and attempted to rake the giantess across her leg but she
leaped over the shovel as if she were beginning a game of double-dutch.

"Susie no." Andi laughed. "Let me introduce you to Rebecca, my big sister."

"Okay then ... "Susie relaxed. "Do you guys do this often ... Kill men?"

"Nope, first time for me." Andi nonchalantly kicked the corpse into the grave
she had just dug for him. "And for my sister as well. Right, Becca?" The big
teen nodded in agreement as she flung the blogger's body in the same grave.

Rebecca suggested that she would finish burying the dead guys while Andi and
her friend both return to the neighborhood and the victory parties in order to
establish their alibis.

"Good idea." Andi affectionately squeezed her sister's shoulder. "You know. I
hate to admit this but I really got off as I was killing the Coach."

"Andi, I have bad news." Rebecca frowned. "All my scholarship offers have been
rescinded." She frowned some more. "So, I enrolled at West Valley J.C. this
morning."

"Huh." Rebecca ruminated for a moment.

"Me too." Susie Q. slapped her hands together and did an impressive back flip.
"We should room together." The school's head cheerleader didn't realize how
prophetic she was being when she said ...

"This could be the start of a beautiful friendship."

To be continued ... soon ...

ANDI - THE EARLY YEARS ... 6,800 WORDS ... by the Elder Barry