Amy - Chapter 2 & 3 Wordslinger Amy's awesome teenage adventures Chapter 2 - This is fun! I came across a magazine one day that someone had left behind in the girl's room at school. It was all about karate-kind of stuff. I was never too interested in that, but inside, there was also an article about how to toughen your hands. After my workout with the creepy jerk my hands had ached for a few days. So I picked up the magazine and stuffed it in my purse. Later at home I read it closer. I brought an old dishpan downstairs filled with sand, and after my weight lifting was over for the day I propped the magazine open with a five-pound disc. Looking at the diagram, I drew my fist back and pounded it into the grit. It actually felt kind of good. I took turns with my hands and punched for a good half-hour. When I was done my knuckles were barely pink. Everyday I pounded and bashed my fists into the sand. After about three weeks they were solid gristle. They didn't look gnarly or anything, but they were sure hard. And strong too. I inflated an old football that I found in a box, and squeezing with one hand I popped it wide open. One day at school I was cutting through the gym when I saw a big punching bag hanging on a metal frame over by the boy's equipment. There was no one around, and I quickly walked over to it. Checking again to make sure I was alone, I pushed the bag with my hand. It swung heavily on the chain. You could tell the leather was tough too. It had probably taken a beating from the boys for years. After checking around one more time I drew my right arm back behind my shoulder. My bicep ballooned under my shirtsleeve. Tightening my fist into a solid ball I took aim. My punch rocketed forward from the released tension of my powerful muscles and drove my knuckles right through the leather. My hand jammed halfway through the bag before it stopped and I had to wrestle it back quickly. I hurried away before someone came. Later I overheard some kids talking about how some kid had ruined the coach's favorite bag. They were pretty sure that some punk had driven one of the empty barbells into it. I had to move away quickly before they heard me giggle. One day I was kind of bored and decided to take a walk. I went to a sporting goods store in the close-by strip mall. They had weight training equipment and I looked over the stuff. My hands were getting all callused from gripping the rough metal on the weight bar, besides the workout they were getting in the sand box, so I bought a pair of special pink leather lifting gloves that I saw. Afterwards, I found myself wandering along the street where the creep had picked me up, and turning the corner I walked over another block. The car was still there. Hmm. They must have dumped my handiwork without even noticing him. It was one of those big old cars. Other than faded paint and some nicks and scrapes, it was still pretty solid. I strolled over to it while looking around. The place was as empty as ever. I thought about the punching bag. Why not try it? I tore open the package of gloves, and stretched them over my hands. Nice and tight. Cocking my hand back I used my incredible strength to drive my fist into the driver's side door. There was a loud hard bang as I connected. Looking down I smiled. The metal was caved in a good three inches. You could see the imprint of my knuckles. Glancing around, there was still no one in sight. Walking to the front I smashed the side of my fist down on the hood. There was a big metallic wham as it creased and broke loose from one of the hinges. Even the heavy metal of the front fender crushed under my monstrous swing. The whole car rocked when I viciously punched in the passenger door. I was sweating and panting as I circled and beat the vehicle. By the time I reached the trunk I was so worked up that my powerful fist punched a hole right through the metal. When my exhausted arms finally dropped heavily to my sides I couldn't believe what I saw. The car was just about totaled! There wasn't a door or panel of metal that hadn't been smashed and dented. In some places the steel was split from the extraordinary impact of my punches. The windows were still intact. I guess they weren't enough of a challenge. Flushed from the sight of my unbelievable strength, I had the same incredible rush of power and excitement as when I crushed my creepy criminal. I beat up a car! I mean, really beat it up! I couldn't help but giggle. I'd like to see some boy do that! I was some strong chick. Just like Xena! For sure. Peeling off my gloves, I held up my fists and looked them over. They were glowing pink from the workout, but otherwise there wasn't a mark on them. In another three weeks I was lifting 160 pounds like it was nothing. My arms were bulged to the fifteen and a half inch mark. My biceps were solid too. Hard as rocks under my skin. One afternoon I was scrounging around the basement and found one of my dad's old leather belts. It was one of those thick, heavy black leather jobs. I took a nail and poked a couple extra holes in it. After shaking out my arm till it was loose I tightened the belt around it and fastened it nice and snug. Stepping up in front of the mirror I smiled at myself and then lifted my arm. Flexing my bicep I felt the belt go tight. Slowly I pulled my forearm up some more, making my bicep even bigger. The belt looked like it was starting to stretch. Twisting my forearm around to bring my muscles to the maximum, the belt snapped in half and flew right off. It was so easy! Chapter 3 - Amy meets some new boys. Studying hard for an exam that we were having in school tomorrow, I decided I needed to go for a walk to burn off some frustration. I wasn't paying much attention to where I was going since I still had the test on my mind. Suddenly a couple of guys were on the sidewalk in front of me, and they didn't look too nice. Neither did the neighborhood. I stopped and started to turn around, but one of the guys spoke sharply. "Hey, baby, you come down here to get some big fat cock? Huh? You look like you need some hard dick, baby!" I frowned at him but he laughed. "You can't fool us, sweetheart. We knows you chicks want the big thang." He and his friend stepped up to me, and the mouthy guy reached over and put his hand on my shoulder. I tried to push it away, but he quickly grabbed my wrist. He looked around, and then turning back he raised his hand and slapped me. "Hey, bitch! Don't be fighting me. Com' on. Me and my friend will take care of you good!" I was freaked. No one had ever hit me before! The two of them pushed and hustled me up a nearby sidewalk to the door of a house. It looked abandoned. I didn't resist, even though inside I was so angry that I felt like I was boiling. I knew that I needed time to think. It had all happened so fast, and there were two of them too. I deliberately pretended to be unable to resist their manly strength. Once we were inside they slammed the door shut and then grinned wickedly as they started to circle me. My confidence was quickly returning, driven by my anger and fear. I pretended to be afraid and backed away. Right between them and the door. Just like I had planned. As the muscular dude stepped toward me I suddenly straightened and looked right at him. "Please don't hurt me, okay? I'll do what you want. I'll fuck you both...good. Just let me undress first. That way I won't mess up my clothes." The first jerk smiled like I was some goofy broad. "Yeah, baby, go ahead. Get ready for a good time!" I was thinking to myself as I loosened my belt and took off my shorts: Here were these two dudes, figuring they were just going to pull me off the sidewalk and have a good time. Drag the poor girl into the old house and take turns banging her. Yeah, sure. I smiled inside. We'll see who gets banged..around. And who's the one who has a good time! His smile broadened when he saw my mickey mouse panties. Looking right at him with a tight smile I unbuttoned my shirt. My anger seemed to double with each button that popped open. By the time I undid the last one I was almost crazed with rage. I was ready now. Suddenly stripping off my shirt I lifted my thick arms and made my huge biceps pop right up. I could feel my skin stretch as my immense muscles ballooned. When the sleaze ball started to laugh I couldn't understand at first what was happening. He was supposed to be impressed. Instead, he looked at me and snidely remarked, "You call those big, baby? Man, you're just a cunt. You can't do anything to me. But I do like those awesome tits, baby. I gonna suck on those whoppers, girl. Then I'm gonna fuck you with my big dick. That's right, baby. I'm gonna cum right in that big hole of yours. Me and my boy here. You gonna walk home bowlegged." I was frantic with rage as his friend started laughing too. "I'll show you who's gonna get fucked!" I screamed, and suddenly stepped in and threw a tremendous punch. My monstrous bicep smashed my fist right through his ribs. After a car, he was easy. He blew against the wall and stood there stunned. I rushed over and punched again in the same spot. A couple of jagged bones ripped through his skin and stabbed through his shirt. He screamed in shock and terror. I jabbed my other hand up and forward and grabbed him by the throat. He gurgled as I crushed his larynx with my powerful fingers. Blood gushed over my hand. I was livid that he got me messy and smashed the side of his face almost flat with another huge punch. As he started to sag I followed him down and kneeled next to his chest. His eyes were glazed and wide with horror. I smiled and asked, "So, how do you like my muscles now, stud? They big enough for you? I bet you can't wait for more." Swinging my arm up over my head like a tool, I smashed the side of my curled fist down against his forehead. Thunk! His skin burst apart and, as I looked closer, I could see that I had even cracked his skull. Whoa, girl! It wasn't like I had big hands or anything. In fact, they were really kind of petite. When I bought gloves they were always the smallest size. But my hands were really hard. And with my big muscles powering my punches, my fists were like steel ball peen hammers. His eyes dulled as I hefted my brawny arm again, and with a big snort I drove it down with brute force. Thud! The crack split wider. He was flopping and twisting on the floor. I quickly straddled his chest to secure him. Grunting like a ferocious beast I swung my mighty arm up into the air again, and then drove it down. Whack! Crunch! He was starting to really open up now. I was panting heavily as I grabbed the shredded pieces of skin on his forehead and tore them out of my way. With my tongue hanging out I forcefully jammed my fingertips of both hands into the wide gap. I worked them down in far enough to be able to slip them under the hard bony edges. I got a good hold on each side. My knuckles were almost pressed together as I started to tug my strong hands apart. My arm muscles lurched and bulged to maximum proportions. Sweat popped out on my forehead as my jaw clenched hard. My arms were starting to shake as I concentrated and pulled harder and harder. Suddenly there was a big crack that sounded like a tree branch breaking. The thick bony plate began to split up his forehead. I could hear the little girl shrieking in the background again. With one more grunting, straining tug, the room filled with a horrendous grinding craaack as I popped his head in half. I had to run to catch his partner and drag him back into the house. Making a big muscle I smiled and asked if he was ready for some. He cowered like the creep he was, and so I drove my fist into his nose and flattened it. As he whined and cried I grabbed his shirt at the shoulder and lifted him right off the ground. Reaching down to his pants with my other hand I ripped open his zipper. He was squirming with terror as I stuck my hand in and found his cock. I couldn't believe what I was doing! Even though I had never seen a man's penis before, I knew that this was something special. His cock grew huge as I gently squeezed and pulled. By now I was even more strangely excited. Shoving him down flat on the floor I kneeled between his legs and pinned his chest with my strong arms. Leaning my head down between his legs I took the lemon-sized cock head into my mouth and sucked on it until it was dripping with spit. His manhood felt good in my mouth and I suckled him deep until the big knob bumped against my throat. Then with determination I let it slide in until his hair tickled my lips. Pulling back I sucked on his big, fat, cock, and gave my first blowjob. It seemed like forever until I felt his large penis start to strain and jerk in my mouth. I heard his trembling voice drifting down, warning me to stop, but as his massive cock stiffened and lifted I tightened my lips. His first gush of cum was huge. The warm thick sperm felt good in my mouth and tipping back my head I took a deep swallow. It felt like he ejaculated a quart before he finally subsided, and when I plopped my lips back off a big string of jizz rolled down my chin. I knew what had to be done. Sitting back up on my calves I took his arms and pulled him up to a sitting position. Then standing, I grabbed his shirt and jerked him along. He looked kind of gaga as I turned him around with his back to me. Reaching under his arms I wrapped mine around his chest. I heard him ask me what I was doing, and whispering in his ear, I said, "Now it's my turn to have fun. Ready for a big hug?" As he started to say something I tugged my arms tight around him. He gasped and lost his voice. Soon my biceps and forearms were rippling as I relentlessly squeezed the air out of him. Spreading my feet I steadied myself. I imagined that my arms were huge python snakes coiled around him. I could feel my whole body becoming strangely excited as my savage strength started to overwhelm his puny body. His ribs started to soften and bend. I knew I was close now. Leaning back I lifted him right off the ground and gave a big grunt. Bones started to fracture as my powerful muscles strained around him. The little girl was shrieking and urging me on as his ribs crackled and popped. I gritted my teeth and heaved with all my might. There was a terrible crunch and then his chest went flat. Shifting my arms I quickly broke the last remaining ribs. I grabbed him by the belt and stopped him from collapsing in a heap. I hauled him over to the other guy and with one in each hand I carried them to the basement door. Dropping them I got it open and then, one at a time, I tossed them down to the bottom. There was a big old furnace in the basement. The door on the side was pretty rusty, and it took some strength to get the handle loose. The opening was kind of small. Grabbing one guy around the shoulders with an arm, I squeezed and shoved in on his chest at the same time, and snapped him in half so he wasn't so wide. I broke up the other guy's arms and legs. Then I managed to force them both through the door. I wrestled the old handle closed again. Upstairs I was glad to find that the water still ran in the bathroom. There was a small piece of soap too, so I was able to clean myself up a bit. Darn! There was another cut on my bicep. Probably from one of the sharp pieces of rib bone. I splashed some water up into my mouth. The sperm didn't taste bad, but I still wished I had some mouthwash. There was an old plastic bucket there too, and I filled it a couple of times, splashing it across the bare wood floor of the front room. It helped some. Outside there was no one around. Maybe because the neighborhood was so bad. Well, maybe not quite so bad anymore. I quickly walked away. When I got home I was still all worked up and so I lifted my weights for awhile until I settled down. After showering I cracked my books again and studied until about eleven. The next morning when I got up I noticed that my chest was sore. I was still kind of sleepy and at first I figured that maybe I was getting my period or something. But then it came to me. Duh! I felt a little sheepish as I remembered last night. Maybe if you use your chest like a work-bench it might be a little tender afterwards? I took my big test. I could tell afterwards that I did well, and I was proud of myself! Even if I didn't have a lot of friends, things were still going well for me. I had my good grades - and I had my big muscles. After school dad was glad to hear about my test. That evening when we were out celebrating he told me that he would be leaving on a business trip next week. I'd be staying home alone. This wasn't the first time and I'd got to the point that I actually liked having the house to myself once in awhile.