Maria 'Muscles' Marinara
By Elder Barry Erctwo@aol.com 
The Saucy Teenaged Bitch is Awesome


Maria 'Muscles" Marinara

(The Saucy Teenaged Bitch)

Fourteen-year-old Maria Marinara was getting ready for her fist day as a
freshman at Jefferson High School. Her sixteen year old twin sisters had
already left the house ready to continue their heretofore blessed lives.

The identical twins, Mindy and Mandy, were well beyond just being extremely
beautiful. At their last school they were the most popular, the most
attractive, and the most athletic girls by far. Standing five foot six inches
tall their lithe bodies were something to behold. Blessed with generous 36"
C-Cups, tiny waists, and womanly hips the girls exuded an obvious
well-deserved confidence.

They played soccer, basketball and volleyball leading their teams to state
championships in all three. Jefferson coaches welcomed the arrival of the
twins with open arms; visions of State Championships dominating their minds.

Mindy and Mandy were workout freaks; exercising and lifting weights at least
two hours a day; their fit and muscular bodies showed it. The relatively thin
sixteen year old girls' biceps bulged to impressive 13 1/4" in diameter.

Jefferson High School was in the midst of a controversy. Well meaning, but
seriously out of touch 'woke parents' and certain School Board members were
adamantly insisting that Thomas Jefferson should be cancelled noting that the
third U.S. president and the framer of the constitution was a slave owner. A
local newspaper columnist, Willie B. known to be a satirist was suggesting
that the School Board change the name of the school to George Jefferson from
the old 'Good Times' T.V. series ... Who could object to that?

Maria was proudly evaluating her compact 5-4, 120-pound frame admiring her own
self in the full-length mirror that dominated her bedroom. She surveyed her
diamond shaped calves and her well-muscled thighs and was pleased. She raised
her gaze to focus on her densely slabbed abdominal muscles easily decerning
her spectacular eight-pack and again she was pleased.

Her D-Cup 34" bust was even more impressive when one considered her miniscule
18" waist, her womanly hips spoke for themselves; this time she was more than
just pleased she was proud.

Her lustrous strawberry blonde hair cascaded down her shoulders framing her
perfectly symmetrical face. Her astonishingly straight pearly white teeth
enhanced her smile, her pouty lips were sexy to the nth degree, her high cheek
bones and sexy dimples pretty much completed a perfect package of beauty and
sensuality.

And then there were her eyes; her eyes were actually different colors a
condition known as heterochromia affecting less than one percent of the
world's population. Her differing eye colors were not only rare they were
extremely beautiful; one eye was blue-green while the other was an almost
translucent violet color.

Maria recognized and appreciated how beautiful and sexy she was, but what set
her apart from other girls was her muscularity. She stepped back from the
mirror in order to get a better view of her spectacular body. She affected a
double bicep pose even at age fourteen, would likely win any body builder's
contest she chose to enter. The sight of her well-defined fully flexed 16"
biceps never failed to excite her. Why not? It wasn't a crime to be in love
with one's self.

Her beauty, her face, and body were indescribable. The most loquacious of all
of the poets who had ever walked the earth would have been unable to find
fitting words or a combination of words that could adequately describe the
walking wet dream that was the fourteen year old Maria Marinara.

It was getting late and it was time for Maria to decide what she should wear
on her first day at Jefferson; maybe something conservative would be
appropriate (ha-ha). She opted for a pair of tight fitting cut-off blue jeans
that showed off her legs and a sleeveless sexy lime-green halter top that
showed off her big biceps and her big boobs.

It was the first time Maria and her sisters would be attending the same school
and she was determined to upstage her sisters and upstage them she would.

Her first class of the day was Freshman Orientation. All of the incoming
freshman students were gathered together in the school auditorium for two
hours of acclimatization, i.e., where everything was located (bathrooms,
cafeteria, lockers, assembly hall, etc.) and rules and regulations, dress
codes, the names of the teachers, and more.

Maria spent most of the class showing off a bit, she constantly stretched her
body, raised her arms brushing her hair from her eyes and face causing her
biceps to jump up and down and dance along her upper arms. She hadn't gone
unnoticed

She moved to the hallway looking for her locker and caught the eye of a very
good-looking six foot tall blond boy wearing a school letterman jacket. He
confidently approached her smiling broadly. He introduced himself as Bobby
'Shotgun' Larson emphasizing that he was the starting quarterback.

Maria smiled back at him but walked past essentially snubbing the boy. Bobby
didn't like being ignored so as she passed him by, he patted her on the ass.
She roughly grabbed him by the wrist and forcibly lifted and forced his arm up
behind his back pushing it higher than it was meant to go.

"Ow. Please stop." Bobbie was nearly in tears. "That's my throwing arm.
Please, oh God, let me go."

She let him go without comment.

No use pissing off the entire student body on her first day. However, she had
been observed by more than one teacher. Before she knew it she was summoned to
the office of the Dean of Boys, the school disciplinarian.

"Good afternoon young lady." He pointed to a chair facing his desk indicating
where she should sit. "My name is Brian Howard. I am the football coach here
at Jefferson." He tilted his head to the side as would a curious dog.

"I understand you attacked one of my boys."

"Yeah." Maria snorted disrespectfully. "That's exactly what happened." She
laughed sarcastically.

"If he's representative of the quality of your players I think I should join
the team."

"Don't be ridiculous. He laughed at her. "That will never ever happen."

"Even if I file an EEO complaint against the school and the school board and
the mayor of the City and against you personally." Now, it was Maria's turn to
laugh. "In the end you could win but first I will put you through hell."

"You can avoid all of that if we were to arm wrestle and you beat me." Still
smiling she dropped her elbow on his desk.

"Deal."

Brian Howard was a big man, a very big man. He stood 6-6 and packed well over
250 pounds on his still muscular frame. He was a former college football
lineman and an all-state wrestler. He considered himself to be well above
average strength wise.

He laid his elbow on the desk top directly across from her arm. Maria slid a
thick book under her arm just to equal their height and nodded indicating she
was ready.

He immediately began to apply force and was shocked when she maintained her
position. The former football player applied maximum pressure expecting her to
wilt against his all-out pressure. He couldn't budge her arm not even a little
bit. He glanced down at her arm mesmerized by the size of her pulsating 16"
bicep.

"You can start anytime now." She giggled a girlish giggle indicating she was
only kidding and then she proceeded to apply maximum pressure of her own and
gleefully watched as the big man's arm crashed down onto the table.

"What time is practice." She stood tall and affected a double bicep pose
causing the Dean of Boys to sprout a chubby. He remained seated until she left
the room.

That evening at home Maria alerted her sisters that she would be going out for
the football team tomorrow afternoon and invited them to come watch practice.

"We'll be there." They spoke in unison as they often did. "Don't hurt anybody,
okay."

When Maria strode into the locker room the guys greeted her with catcalls and
whistles. A couple of the guys waved their cocks at her. In response she
flexed her 16" biceps startling all of the young men.

She pointed at the boys waving their dicks at her and smirked as she fired off
the perfect rejoinder.

"Guys ... those look like cocks ... only smaller." The locker room exploded in
laughter. She was already winning them over. She couldn't wait to get on the
field.

As a preteen Maria often played football with the older boys at the park;
tackle, touch, and flag. She was always the best player, the fastest and the
strongest. She stopped playing only because the boys wanted her to.

The coach raced into the locker room and admonished Maria reminding her that
she was to always dress in the girl's locker room. She found her practice
jersey laid out for her. She laughed out loud when she read the name stenciled
on the back ... MUSCLES.

It wasn't the first time she had been called 'Muscles' Marinara and it surely
wouldn't be the last.

Practice began pretty much without Muscles participation. Thirty minutes in
Coach had yet to allow the girl to play. When asked why he stated she didn't
know the plays.

"Just give me the ball asshole." She responded tersely.

When the coach finally put her in the game he sent in a play, twenty-three
dive, which called for her to run the ball directly into the line to the right
of center. It wasn't all that unusual for a new player to be initiated by the
team not blocking for her.

She took the handoff and aggressively plunged into the line only to meet three
unblocked defenders. Maria lowered her shoulder absorbed the contact and moved
the pile forward for an impressive seven yard gain.

Coach called the very same play. She again plunged into the one/three gap and
powered herself to a nine yard gain. When coach called the very same play
again, Maria met a stone wall and veered away from the clogged up one/three
gap, faked the outside linebacker out of his shoes, and sprinted around end
racing through the secondary untouched into the endzone easily out running the
entire defense.

"Nice, very nice." Coach was excited as dreams of a conference and a state
championship popped into his head. He was imagining how best to use the girl.

"That was fun." The intense look on her face said it was more than just fun
for her. For Maria it was more like vindication. She was demolishing the
stereo typical image all too often attributed to females. Muscles was proving
that she was every bit the equal of if not superior to her male counterparts.

"Hey Coach ... How about I play some defense now." It wasn't a question. She
quickly lined up at the middle-linebacker position in a standard four-three
alignment.

The quarterback, Bobby 'Shotgun" Larson, eyed her suspiciously. He faked a
handoff and ran what was intended to be a surprise bootleg. Maria burst
between two would-be blockers and engulfed Bobby in a quasi-bearhug and flung
the QB to the ground for a four-yard loss.

"Damn it." Larson was pissed and returned to the huddle screaming at his
offensive line. "Somebody better block that bitch."

"Hit him again ... harder, harder. Muscle Marinara could hear her sisters,
Mandy and Mindy, screaming encouragement from the stands. The entire team
watched in awe as the two busty sisters alternately stood up waving their
bicep-blessed arms over their heads and then sat down essentially enacting a
two-person wave.

"Hit him again ... harder, harder." Each time the sisters jumped into the air
their unfettered flawless (bra-less) breasts proudly and jubilantly bounced
beneath their loose fitting diaphanous faux-football jerseys each boob
competing with the other for the attention of the mesmerized male onlookers.
"Hit him again ... harder, harder."

Larson was stubborn and he ran the exact same play with the exact the same
results. Maria again overpowered the over matched blockers using a swim
technique popular with NFL pass rushers. She forcefully drove her shoulder
into the middle of Bobby boy's chest. She didn't just tackle him she actually
lifted the all-state QB off the ground before violently throwing him to the
ground for yet another four-yard loss.

"Okay, guys." Bobbie peered out of the huddle. "This time we run a power sweep
to the right." He locked eyes with Maria. "I want every one of you pussies to
take her out, obliterate her." He clapped his hands together as the broke the
huddle.

On the snap Maria summoned every ounce of her considerable quickness and
strength to propel herself over, through and between each of the offensive
linemen and the two lead backs sent to block her and only her.

Once free of the blockers she launched her body like a missile depositing her
shoulder in the middle of Bobbie Larson's chest lifting him off the ground and
sending him flying several yards backwards.

"Who's your daddy?" She stood over him taunting the boy. "If you ever touch my
ass again, I will not only break your right arm I will twist it into a
pretzel."

After practice Maria entered Coach Howard's office carrying her gear and
dropped all of it on his desk.

"What's this?" Coach Howard was fearing the worst, fearing that his new star
was for some reason quitting the team. His dreams of a State Championship were
fading.

"I'm done coach." Before he could ask why, she told him. "It's too easy for
me. I wanted a challenge and this isn't one."

"Maria ... You're a great athlete ... What are you going to do?"

"I'm thinking of joining the P.A.W.L."

"The what?"

"The P.A.W.L." She laughed a joyous laugh. "The Professional Arm-Wrestling
League."

To be continued ... maybe