Andi Malone – Teenage Tease 
rewrite of “Roommate’s little sister” ...  By Elder Barry  Erctwo@aol.com
Andi and the roommates were stone cold killers             


Andi Malone - Teenage Teaser

Rewrite of The Roommate's Little Sister

Paul Prevenza was watching ESPN intrigued by the many outlandishly muscular
young girls competing for the title of Miss Teenage World Fitness. The
sixth-year graduate student admitted to himself, but to no one else, that he
had a fetish, a serious fixation with youngish muscular females. Specifically,
well-toned fully flexed feminine biceps sexually excited the hornier than
horny twenty-four-year-old virgin.

He was nursing a lite-beer noshing on pretzel sticks while sitting on the
couch belonging to his fantasy quasi-want-to-be girlfriend's roommate. He was
day dreaming about Susie 'the bod' Quinn his 'out of his league' fantasy
crush. Paul was unconsciously fondling his genitals when he heard someone at
the door.

Paul had been certain the roommates would be gone for several more hours. He
frantically rearranged the junk in his pants but relaxed when he heard a
familiar voice.

"Hi Paul." The five-foot-four-inch one hundred fifteen-pound prettier than
just pretty teenager dropped her gym bag at the door. "Where is everybody?"
She asked.

"Rebecca and Susie Q. (Paul had so wanted to say your sister and my
girlfriend) are at the mall shopping for shit, eating lunch, and shopping for
some more shit." He laughed. "And I have no doubt flirting with anyone and
everyone wearing pants."

'I'm pretty sure you're right about that." The familiar voice belonged to Andi
Malone, Becca's seventeen-year-old sister who was spending the summer at the
house while she attended a soccer camp at the nearby University, a training
camp designed specifically for elite soccer playing high-school girls.

"We Malone sisters love to flirt and we're sort of kind of built for it too,
don't you think." The comely pony-tailed strawberry blonde teenager was still
wearing her powder blue soccer uniform jersey, her white shorts that hugged
her heavily muscled thighs, and her knee-high blue and white striped athletic
socks.

Andi and the roommates had something else in common; they were all stone-cold
killers. Back in her high school days Becca had killed an Internet blogger who
had spread untruths about her on the net. Earlier the same not while working
in concert Susie Q. and Andi had brutally murdered their sleazy sexist high
school principal.

As far as anyone knew each of the roommates had refrained from killing again;
as far as anyone knew. However, unbeknownst to the other each of the roommates
had snuffed out another life.

One morning while jogging in the park Susie Q. noticed a disheveled fat guy
teasing a young girl of ten or maybe eleven years of age and not in a fun way.
Susie followed them home and surreptitiously slipped into the house via an
open window. Hearing a male voice and a sobbing girl 'the bod' burst into what
turned out be the girl's bedroom and confronted the now naked man who deftly
reached for a weapon; a big buckled belt.

Susie wasted no time and karate chopped the sleazy pedophile just below his
chin crushing his Adam's apple restricting his ability to breathe; he was dead
in less than a minute.

"Are you okay?" Susie asked the little girl.

"Yeah, thanks." The girl smiled and kicked her step-father in the kidney. "I
just wish you would have let me help." She laughed. "I'll tell the cops some
big guy invaded the house and killed papa."

Several days earlier Rebecca Malone had accepted a date offer from 28-year-old
Rocco DeMartini the biggest best looking body builder at the gym. After a
movie and a wonderful dinner at a fancy Italian bistro Rocco made his move at
the car.

"No." Becca rebuffed his advances by categorically uttering the phrase of the
day. "Lobster Bisque, Escargot, with brie and garlic butter appetizers, Osso
Bucco, risotto, and a slice of tiramisu, while nice, doesn't entitle you to
any of my good stuff."

However, Rocco, who was accustomed to having his way with woman didn't seem to
understand the word. Had Becca gotten to know the big dufus better she would
have quickly learned that he didn't understand the meaning of a lot words.

"Come on bitch. It was Bisque. In his Neanderthal mind Rocco felt he was
entitled to some action; after all he had spent a shit ton of cash for a full
course dinner and now it was time for his second dessert. Despite her
protestations Rocco awkwardly grabbed her left breast and began to fondle her.

Rebecca experienced a powerful adrenaline rush and reacted forcibly, too
forcibly. She effortlessly lifted Rocco off the ground by his chin with but
one hand and body slammed him to the ground. She grabbed the back of his neck
and smashed his head and face forward against the hood of the car. She hadn't
meant to kill the guy but shit happens.

Andi kicked off her shoes and sat herself down on the sofa uncomfortably close
to an already blushing Paul Prevenza. She reached across his body to capture a
couple of the pretzel sticks allowing her firm young breasts to nestle up
against his upper arm; he could actually feel heat radiating from her body.

"What up?" Andi playfully punched that very same upper arm and then she
flashed one of those breathtaking ... 'I'm better than you' ... smiles that
guys everywhere hoped for but rarely ever received.

She nimbly lifted her left leg straight up in the air at an almost impossible
ninety-degree angle, tugged on the toe of her sock, and slowly pulled it off
revealing a chiseled shapely but muscular well-tanned lower leg.

Andi's leg muscles were stunning. Her diamond-shaped calf easily measured a
well-defined but almost incomprehensibly large 15-1/2" in circumference while
her power packed thighs likely exceeded 24" ... and were something to behold
... Even the girl's pretty feet and toes were turning him on.

Her extraordinarily powerful legs accounted for her well above average
sixty-five-mile-an-hour penalty kick velocity; by far the best on the team.
The same kicking motion and power she had once used to her advantage as she
and her older girlfriend (Susie Q.) had beaten and kicked her loathsome high
school predator principal to death.

As the agile seventeen-year-old vixen lifted and stretched out her toes her
calf muscle rhythmically twitched, expanded, and contracted something akin to
that of a flexing bicep.

As Paul watched her stretch out her arms to remove the sock, he noticed an
impressive bicep inexorably rising majestically under the clinging fabric of
her jersey. It was at that moment in time Paul Prevenza realized that he was
in the presence of his fantasy dream girl; his imaginary masturbatory go-to
girl was sitting alongside him on the coach ... in the flesh ... rubbing her
breasts against him.

However, the nearly twenty-three-year-old man needed to remind himself that
the beguiling female sitting alongside him was way-young; barely seventeen (by
days) the very definition of jail-bait.

In most states (37 out of 50) as well as D.C. and Puerto Rico sixteen was the
age of consent and of legal age but Paul wasn't sure about this particular
state but he suspected seventeen was off limits for someone his age.

It was widely believed by many that if sex with these 'vulnerable' underaged
nubile young bodies was suddenly legalized then that's all men would want to
be doing or dreaming of doing or actually doing.

The sudden rise in teenaged pregnancy at least partially lends credence to
that hypothesis. In addition, the proliferation of T.V. shows such as 'Sixteen
and Pregnant' ... 'Teen Mom' ... or if you're from the south ... 'Mom' ...
further supports that postulation.

Paul understood he was being overly paranoid. The likelihood of a couple of
salivating mouth-breathing vice cops breaking down the apartment door,
questioning her age, cuffing him, charging him with contributing to the
delinquency of a minor, and then dragging poor Paul off to a prison cell
introducing him to his cell mate a 400-pound salivating habitual sex-offender
was next to nil.

However, if Peter knew one thing, he knew with metaphysical certitude that his
longish curly blond hair, his five-foot-eight-inch scrawny
one-hundred-thirty-pound body wouldn't fare well in prison. Hell, the nerdish
boy had barely made it through high school unscathed.

He had been squeezed into so many school lockers he had lost count. In fact,
even to this day locker #114, the locker at his old high school, the one where
he pissed and shat himself is still referred to as the Prevenza locker.

"Andi." In order to break the sexual tension building within him, Paul decided
he needed to say something to her so he asked a question to which he already
knew the answer. "How old are you now?"

"I turned seventeen last week." Her smile was both arrogant and sexy and
challenging. "I'm two inches taller and one year older than last year, Paul
... still seven years younger than you but I'm no longer a virgin." She lied
while suggestively sucking on the giant pretzel stick. She positioned her
still socked left foot and leg in his lap motioning for him to pull off that
sock.

"Please." She begged him with her big blue eyes.

"Why not?" Paul could and was thinking of a number of 'why not' reasons why a
23-year-old man shouldn't get involved with a seventeen-year-old girl but he
ignored them all and did what he felt compelled to do.

"Oh my God." Paul whispered under his breath. As he slowly pulled off her sock
he unconsciously squeezed and massaged her steel-like muscular but velvety
smooth leg; quietly moaning to himself as he did so.

"Calm down, Sparky." The impish child-like nymph smiled displaying a slight
malocclusion (overbite) but otherwise perfectly straight whiter than white
teeth. "Paul, It's only a leg." Andi again flexed her thighs and her calves
demonstrating conclusively that her leg was anything but 'just' a leg.

Andi Malone disengaged herself from Paul and rose to her feet, haughtily
looming her relatively short in stature but still formidable 5-4 frame over
the still seated Paul Prevenza as she gently forced a muscular leg between
his. She pressed her shins and her knees forward, raised her foot, while
sensually caressing his crotch with her bare toes.

The Malone girl was imagining how sensuous and powerful her big-girl orgasm
would be if she brutalized and killed Paul. She realized that her roiling
juices would engender unimaginable ecstasy if she simply snuffed out his life
right there on the sofa - It would be so easy for her - Thankfully for him she
controlled her manic homicidal urges and desires and simply returned to her
teasing ways.

Stunned and overwhelmed by the teenager's strength and wanton licentious
advances Paul could do nothing to dissuade her. It was as if he were
hypnotized or paralyzed. He was passively compliant unable to resist her
flirtatious advances nor hide his impressive erection from her.

Andi slowly and deliberately pulled her soccer jersey up over her head. When
she tossed it on his face he was assaulted by the pungent musky scent of her
warm body. The jersey momentarily covered Paul's eyes but once he flung it
away his gaze fixated on her pink sports bra that was currently cupping her
perfect teen breasts. Her deep cleavage suggested that Paul's virgin eyes were
about to be treated to something special.

"Andi, what are you doing?"

"Nothing." She breathed deeply displaying her stunning six-pack abs.

"Just relaxing a bit." When Andi reached back to uncouple her bra, her
shoulder muscles; deltoids, traps, and triceps literally erupted into
mountains of muscle ... her unflexed biceps also showed (lol) promise.

"Just making myself comfortable." She discarded her bra flaunting her generous
34C breasts, her pinkish half-dollar size areolas, and her impossibly erect
nipples.

"Showing off a little bit for you Paul." She admitted as she pressed and
grinded her knee against his straining erection.

"Come on Paul." Her seductive smile was patently unfair. "Admit it. I can tell
you really really like this."

"Take a better look at these beauties." She flexed her pecs causing her
untethered stunning breasts to dance seductively. Her erect nipples beckoned
to him

Paul Prevenza was out of his depth and he knew it. He understood that he
needed to restrain himself, disregard this nymphette's irresistible advances.
He needed to concentrate on the possibility of prison life rather than the
euphoria awaiting his acquiescence of the forbidden fruit being offered.

"Hey Paul." Andi laughingly tensed and caressed her own right bicep. "Do you
like big muscles on little girls?" She continued massaging her unflexed bicep.

"Would you like for me to make a muscle for you?" She thought that was a cute
and sexy way to describe what she was about to do.

"Boom - Kapow - Bam!" The 17-year-old tease made cartoon noises, lifted her
right arm, bending at a 90-degree angle, squeezed hard making a fist, rotated
her forearm, and flexed with everything she had.

"Here comes that muscle I promised you." Her baseball shaped but softball
sized bicep began to quiver, palpitate, and pulsate while rising to an
impressive fourteen and one-quarter inch of impenetrable feminine muscle.

"You like?" She laughed contemptuously. "Pretty damn big, huh?" She flexed her
left arm. "Not quite as big as my right arm but still quite a bit larger than
yours, right?"

"Impressed much?" She laughed at the blushing man.

"Stop it." He pleaded with her and began to rise. That's when she reflexively,
without real malice punched him in the chest and then the ribs. "Ow." He
screamed like the wuss he was.

The pain was severe and immediate." Paul was certain she had at the very least
bruised his sternum and maybe even cracked a rib or two. It hurt when he tried
to breathe. He was afraid to cough which of course he now felt a need to do
just that. Thankfully nothing about his current situation was funny to him, so
he needn't worry about laughing

"Sorry." She laughed indicating she wasn't.

"Let's see." She grabbed his right arm, using her strong hands she literally
ripped the sleeve from his t-shirt exposing his pasty-white upper arm. She
placed her fully flexed deeply tanned bicep alongside his upper arm and made
him flex.

The contrast was beyond preposterous. The barely 17-year-old dynamo was easily
four inches shorter than Paul and at least 15 to 20 pounds lighter and yet her
flexed bicep was nearly four inches larger than the less than eleven-inch
bicep belonging to the twenty-two-year-old man she was seducing.

She squeezed his flabby excuse for a muscle laughing as he winced in obvious
pain; she squeezed some more and laughed some more as he winced some more.

"Oh my, Paul ... that's truly a shame." She continued to squeeze his almost
nonexistent flabby upper arm muscle and giggled like the school girl she was.

"How can you be so skinny and flabby at the same time?" Get yourself to a gym,
boy. They have these things there called weights."

"Paul." She flexed her right bicep and they both watched her nearly
incomprehensible muscle rise majestically. "See - Lifting heavy shit works
wonders."

Naturally Paul was embarrassed but not the least bit surprised. In fact, if
the truth were to be known he was actually more sexually excited by the
teenager's muscularity and her demonstration thereof than he was ashamed of
his own inadequacies of which there were far too many to count.

Afterall, what did Paul really have to complain about? He was being teased and
fondled by his real-life fantasy girl who at the moment was grinding her knee
into his ready to explode throbbing manhood.

She too was experiencing a state of sexual nirvana. She was overjoyed,
exhilarated by her unquestioned superiority over the males of the world. Paul
wasn't the first man to succumb (nice word) to her overwhelmingly irresistible
charms and he sure as hell wasn't going to be the last.

Andie Malone knew that her most explosive orgasm crested on the night she and
Susie Q. killed their overbearing high school principal something Andi wasn't
averse to trying again.

"Isn't it amazing." Susie Q. stretched her arms way back accentuating and
displaying her more than impressive breasts. "I think every guy I meet has a
perpetual boner; coincidence? I think otherwise."

"Yes, that particular male condition seems to be pervasive." Rebecca coyly
brushed her hair back revealing her near 15" pulsating biceps.

The roommates were dressed in their sexiest most revealing outfits. Becca was
dressed in skin tight pink jeans and a much too tight wife-beater T-shirt that
not only displayed her rippling muscles but also encouraged her breasts to
move about untethered.

Susie was clad in a pair of way too short booty shorts that rode up to her ass
emphasizing her extraordinarily muscular derriere. The flimsy sports bra tried
valiantly but couldn't contain her big boobies. Had the girls been in a more
conservative State they would likely have been arrested for indecent exposure.

The roommates were approached by two middle-aged well-dressed macho horndogs
with only one thing on their minds; sex. The girls, who were as horny as
recently paroled inmates on double doses of Viagra were about to succumb to
their most base cravings; a strong desire for sexual release and an absolute
need to snuff out a life.

The roommates coaxed the men to a secluded area outside the shopping mall
itself and the Amazonian like sex-pots served up triple helpings of whoop-ass.
Without warning the sexy teen vixens began to beat the living shit out of the
innocent and unsuspecting men continuing with their unprovoked onslaught until
the men met their maker.

In a choregraphed move the girls chin lifted the terrified men and slammed and
mashed their faces together resulting in a bloody mess. The girls who had both
achieved unappareled orgasmic ecstasy shuttered with delight. However, both
girls immediately realized they had crossed the line by eschewing their vow to
only punish and kill those who deserved it.

Together Becky and Susie decided to reevaluate their priorities vowing to
never extinguish another life unless they were absolutely 100% positive that
that life deserved a permanent dirt nap.

During her short time on earth, even before her 14th birthday, Andi had
dominated all manner of men; young and old, tall and short, big and small,
strong and weak each with the exact same result ... Those macho guys had all
been reduced to quivering, depleted, exhausted and drained horn-dogs all
hoping and begging her for more ... hopelessly hoping for the ultimate prize
which she judiciously withheld.

Andi removed her knee from Paul's crotch and shuddered with anticipation as
she felt her second orgasm building within her. The physical act of dominating
men never failed to bring Andi Malone to climax. She was amused knowing how
proud Paul would be if he knew he had brought the sultry teen vixen to orgasm,
twice.

She stood back and effected a spectacular double-bicep pose that fully
displayed every muscle group in her extraordinary young body. Andi was
rightfully proud of her physicality because it was earned through hard work
and not aa a result of performance enhancing drugs or DNA or hereditary genes
or steroids. Just as her sister had Andi earned her domineering arrogance and
wasn't above flaunting her superiority,

That was it for Paul Prevenza. He couldn't hold his shit any longer and when
that special feeling came over him it was like a tidal wave in his pants. His
raging hard-on finally erupted spewing forth a massive load of warm sticking
semen into his underpants, the abundant ejaculate spunk seeped through his
tidy-withies and ran down his pants leg.

A noticeable wet stain was saturating his tan trousers causing a never-ending
spreading stain to discolor his crotch area. Was he embarrassed? Yes. Of
course he was but he had to admit to himself that his spinetingling release
had been worth it. Paul had experienced the most exhilarating pleasure moment
of his entire life.

"Thanks Paul." He didn't even care that an amused Andi Malone had noticed the
mess that was his pants.

"I'm going to take a long hot shower." She giggled as she noticed him noticing
her noticing the stain. Satisfied with herself she sashayed away shaking her
perfect ass; looking over her shoulder she offered a suggestion.

"You might want to clean up a bit yourself."

He immediately raced to the guest bathroom. She was 100% right, at the very
least he needed to wash off the front of his pants. But first he needed to
piss and then he needed to address his massive hard-on which refused to be
ignored.

Paul managed to pee directly into the bowl even though his cock insisted on
pointing straight up into the air at the ceiling. Next, he began to knead,
massage, and then vigorously yank on his unusually thick seven-inch penis
until he spurted copious amounts of cum into the sink affixing globs of spunk
onto the mirror above. He ran the water and using Kleenex and toilet paper he
wiped down the mirror.

Wishing to leave the premises unseen Paul silently made a bee line to the
front door. He was holding a newspaper in front of his crotch ready to hide
his embarrassment from any pedestrian he might encounter while on the way to
his car.

"Bye-bye Paul."

Andi Malone confronted him just as he reached the front door. She was bare
foot wearing her white shorts and her pink sports bra which was failing to
cover her generous tatas. She had arranged her blonde hair into two expertly
braided pig-tails managing to make herself look even younger.

"Don't be a stranger." She offered him another double-bicep pose amazed by her
own muscularity and the awe-struck look of incredulity on his face.

"Come again Paul." Her wicked smile was disconcerting. "Come again."

As he stepped out into the street Paul could still hear Andi's snickering
taunts. Despite having just experienced the greatest climax of his entire life
the twenty-two-year-old virgin man couldn't wait to get as far away from her
as he possibly could.

Meanwhile, Andi Malone was experiencing an all-encompassing avalanche of
sensations; a warm and intense pressure was growing within her, a pressure
that could best be released by a slow deliberate act of murder. Had she not
liked Paul Prevenza quite as much as she inexplicably did, she would likely
have eviscerated him by now.

"Oh shit." Paul patted the front pocket of his pants searching for his car
keys which of course were elsewhere as was his car which Susie Q. and Becca
had borrowed for the day.

"Damn it to fucking hell." He swore under his breath as he lingered at the
apartment door. "Oh, shit, fuck, crap." Paul quickly reviewed his limited
options; he could bide his time in the fast-food joint around the corner or he
could Uber home or he could wait in the house for the return of his car.

Then Paul came to his senses ... realizing that one of two possible scenarios
was about to unfold for him. Still remembering and feeling the painful effects
of her two punches to his chest he feared she might decide to beat the shit
out of him ... or on the brighter side ... she might decide to treat him to
another sexual experience he would never forget.

"Oh goody." Andi clapped her hands together like an excited little kid.

"Back for more?' She asked coquettishly contemplating her next move. She
grabbed his hand and pulled him towards her bedroom. He too was excited but
not like a little kid ...

Paul was as excited as a virgin holding his dad's credit card entering a
high-class house of ill repute (read whorehouse) for the first time. His
imagination was conjuring up any number of possible scenarios, each better
than the next.

Paul, not knowing she too was a virgin, was hoping that Andi would pop his
cherry and actually allow him to fuck her. He was hoping she would rate his
performance a C-plus maybe even a B-minus. He imagined her saying something
like .... You get extra points for your enthusiasm and for being so grateful.

Paul feared that the sadistic teen dominatrix in training might beat the snot
out of him while continuing with her teasing ways bringing him to multiple
orgasms until he was drained of all human emotion and all body fluids; not his
first choice, but still.

Paul was hoping and dreaming and wishing that Susie Q. and Becky would return
home and find he and Andi in bed with one another. The roommates could join in
and perform a menage a trois plus one ... likely shunting him off to the other
side of the room where he would be allowed to watch the girls cavorting while
he masturbated.

Had the young man been aware that the three very young and very sexual females
were responsible for the brutal murders of six adult men, Paul might not have
been as anxious as he was for such an encounter.

Paul Prevenza was sill contemplating his ultimate fate as was Andi Malone when
she roughly tossed his naked self onto the bed ...

To be continued ...

Dear readers it is suggested that you read the prelude ... "Andi - The Early
Years"

Andi Malone - Teenaged Teaser ... 4,200 words ... by The Elder Barry