Piano Lesson Part Two
By Merz
Complications Arise for Three Strong Women

 "God, three hours of wrestling drums of chemicals around that 
warehouse.  You know, I figured the big ones had to weigh about five 
hundred pounds each?  We were able to lift anything onto the pallets 
with no more than two of us!  Three months ago I wouldn't have thought 
any of that was possible."

That had been at the start of the summer when Linda and Monica had 
been hired to move Jennie's furniture into this fourth floor apartment.  
Jennie had witnessed the two women carrying her heavy piano up the 
stairs, making the job look perfectly routine. Learning the secret that 
allowed them to gain such strength had led her into a friendship with 
them, and participation in some of the jobs they hired out to do such as 
that day's work in a nearby warehouse.

"I know what you mean, Jennie, but don't stand around talking about it.  
Let's get undressed while we're still hot."  Linda unzipped her coveralls to 
reveal she wore nothing underneath.  As she had each time she had 
seen her friends disrobe after a workout or a job requiring heavy lifting or 
other manual labor, Jennie stopped in her tracks to stare at Linda's lean, 
vascular muscularity, the pale skin glistening with perspiration.  

Quick as Linda had been, Monica was undressed faster.  Shorter, 
darker, more heavily muscled than her friend, Monica spread a towel 
across the top of the piano that dominated Jennie's apartment and 
stretched out on it.  "Play me something, Jennie.  Something with a lot of 
bass.  I love to feel the vibrations.  We don't have to worry about Peter 
dropping in on us do we?"

"Peter and I broke up.  Things started falling apart a few weeks after I 
met you two.  I had the summer pretty much free, so I was spending a lot 
of time at the school gym.  I found a couple of women who wanted to 
work out together and, well, I've been using their sweat to help me 
develop. "  Jennie changed into a robe and sat the keyboard to begin a 
rousing Fats Waller stride number with a heavy repeating bass part.

"Let me guess.  It took you about three weeks working out twice a day to 
pass up Peter.  And he couldn't handle you being stronger.  I thought 
you'd go a little bit crazy when you found out the secret.  A lot of us do. It 
wrecked my marriage."  Linda pulled a thin dressing gown from her 
overnight bag and slipped it on.  

Jennie watched Linda stretch her long arms and yawn.  "What do you 
mean?"

"Sex is the biggest problem for us.  I was married when I started.  I broke 
one of his ribs when I got a little rambunctious in bed one night and that 
was the end of the marriage.  Telling him I'd try to be more careful just 
made it worse.  He had had some notion about the direction I was 
developing myself, and he didn't like it.  Letting him know I had been 
trying to go easy on him really crushed his ego.  He wouldn't talk about 
any part of the situation, which is a good definition of irreconcilable 
differences.  Unless the NFL comes to town I'm not holding my breath 
waiting for a man who can stand up to my power, and I really wouldn't 
want one I can just dominate like some of my friends are into.   So 
Monica and I make do."  Linda knotted her robe loosely and stood behind 
Jennie, feeling her shoulders move as the younger woman played 
exuberant chords.  "Shall I do Monica and then you do me?  Don't let 
yours evaporate before Monica gets a chance.  Maybe you should turn 
up the heat in here."

"You were married?  I didn't know that.  I always just figured you and 
Monica were a couple.  You became a lesbian after you found out about 
the sweat thing?"

"As a matter of fact I don't personally know of any lesbians who engage 
in the sweat ritual.  Maybe they're all better adjusted than we are and 
don't need to prove anything or compete against anyone this way."

At that moment the apartment door slammed inward, the latch splintering 
from the door frame.  Peter Semple burst into the room, a baseball bat in 
one fist.  Linda and Monica hadn't seen Peter since the start of the 
summer.  Now they were astonished to see he looked heavier by about 
forty pounds, most of it showing as bulging muscles in his arms and 
shoulders.  "What have you witches done to Jennie?" he demanded.  
"I've followed her enough to know you're the ones who drove us apart.  
Tell me what you did to her or you'll both be sorry."  He shook the bat 
menacingly.

"Why, Pete.  How you've grown," Linda commented with no sign of shock 
or fear.  She slowly advanced toward Peter, watching him through half-
lidded eyes as a cobra would watch a mouse that was about to become 
its dinner.  Stopping two feet in front of him she languorously undid the 
belt of her thin robe and let it fall open.  "Jennie thought you had given up 
on weight lifting when you found you were no match for her.  From the 
growth and from that acne I'm betting you haven't done much else, and 
you've been juicing as much as possible."  

She opened the robe wider to reveal her lean muscled body in all its 
splendor, her high breasts jutting proudly at the young man.   "And you 
thought you'd play the caveman to take your girlfriend back.  It won't 
work.  You'll never catch up with her if she wants to keep gaining 
strength and you're just going to harm yourself with the steroids.   Of 
course by breaking in here and threatening us you've invited a lot faster 
version of harm.  Monica, why don't you come over here."

Monica descended from her perch and crossed to stand behind Linda's 
shoulder.   Linda's hand flashed out to grab the bat Peter still 
brandished.  For just a moment Peter tore his eyes away from her 
shapely, athletic body to meet her eyes, then Linda placed her other 
hand on Peter's chest and jerked the bat out of his two fists so suddenly 
he barely saw it leave his grip.

"Ready?"  Linda pivoted and swung the bat into Monica's bare 
midsection with a loud, wet smacking sound.  A pink stripe across the 
tanned flesh was the only reaction Peter could see to the assault.  He 
tried not to imagine what such an impact would have done to his own 
flesh and bones.

"I take you for a gentleman, Petey, so I doubt you would have hit any of 
us that hard with your little bat.  Would you?"  Linda extended the handle 
of the bat to Monica and lunged to the side so one creamy thigh was 
parallel to the floor, bulging and banded with steel.  Monica glanced at 
the grain of the wood in the bat, then brought it crashing down on Linda's 
bare leg.   The hard wood splintered from the impact and Linda resumed 
standing in front of Peter.

"Don't hurt him," Jennie cried.  The loud crack of the wood tore her from 
a paralyzed trance she had been in since Peter's entrance.  Holding her 
own robe closed she rushed over to stand next to him.

"Hurt him?  No, I think we'll just let him take a little nap."  Peter tried to 
pull Jennie behind him as he faced Linda, but found she stood 
immovable.  He hadn't felt her arms in months and now was shocked to 
find they were nearly two inches larger around than he remembered and 
as solid as the wood of his baseball bat had been.

He had only a moment to register this shock when Linda again moved 
quicker than he could follow.  Her hand flashed out to grab his wrist and 
jerk him forward, away from Jennie, then shove him violently from her 
into Monica's iron embrace.  One heavy, muscular arm pinned his right 
arm against his body and another circled his neck.  He grabbed at the 
forearm and tried to pry it away as a bicep as large, hard and smooth as 
a river rock squeezed against the side of his throat.  For a couple of 
seconds he struggled against Monica, then the sleeper hold plunged him 
into blackness.

"Close the door, Jennie.  We're getting a draft."  Linda stepped across 
Peter's still form and ran her tongue from Monica's crotch to her neck.

Peter regained consciousness within five minutes to find himself stripped 
naked, his wrists and ankles bound tightly.  He was propped against the 
door he had ruined.  The three women were sitting on Jennie's couch, 
shoulder to muscular shoulder, studying him as his senses fully returned.

"Welcome back, hero.  I think it's time you and Jennie both came to an 
understanding of what she's getting into.  She's stronger than you are, 
and she knows a secret that will let her keep gaining strength beyond 
what you can even hope for.  It works like steroids but a lot better and 
without any side effects.  My guess is than in a year, if she keeps 
working at it, she'll pass me up even though I can crush you like a paper 
cup.  Sooner if she sticks with the daily double routine.  With her genetics 
I suspect she'll plateau somewhere between me and Monica."  Linda 
rose and walked to her bag.

"Earlier Jennie wanted me to talk about sex.  It's better if we 
demonstrate.  It's normally a private matter, but we need to be frank."  
She reached into the bag and pulled out a long thick dildo attached to a 
wide leather strap.

"Speak for yourself, Linda," Monica returned to the piano and climbed 
back atop it.  "I was Frank last time.  It's my turn to enjoy the ride today.  
Pay attention, tough guy.  A little dance music if you don't mind, Jennie."

Linda strapped the dildo snugly around her hips and followed Monica on 
top of the instrument.  Jennie moved to the keyboard but sat watching as 
if in a trance.  Linda knelt between Monica's thick thighs and slowly ran 
the dildo up and down the powerful body beneath her.  Monica grabbed 
the tip and wet it with her mouth.  She arched powerfully as Linda began 
slowly inserting it and then started hard, rhythmic thrusts.

Linda ran her hands and tongue over the iron muscles of her friend, 
pitting her strength against the surging, bucking body beneath her.  
Suddenly Monica froze, her legs fully extended and a moan escaped her 
lips.  Linda hugged her closely for a moment.  Then as Monica folded her 
arms behind her own neck Linda planted her hands on the edges of the 
piano's lid and began pushing herself upward.  Monica rose with her, her 
body held rigid as stone, the muscles of her legs tensed despite the 
relaxed position she maintained with her upper body.  Linda's arms and 
legs bulged with exertion as she pulled Monica, still pasted snugly 
against her torso, off the piano.  

"My God," whispered Jennie as she realized Monica's vaginal strength 
was gripping the dildo tightly enough to support her entire weight 
beneath Linda.  She turned to look briefly at Peter.  He stared at the 
performance with bulging eyes, his breath coming in ragged gasps.  

After holding the pose a few moments longer Linda lowered them back 
onto the wood and began another round of thrusts and counterthrusts 
powerful enough to start the strings of the piano vibrating audibly.  She 
brought Monica to climax a second time, then extracted the tool and sat 
back gazing at the sweating, panting body of her friend.  Before stepping 
down from the top of the piano she carefully licked a good share of 
Monica's bare chest and stomach.

"Like I said earlier, Jennie.  Sex is the biggest problem for us.  We like it, 
but have trouble finding anyone to share it with.  Especially any men.  
Now Monica's happy and hungry, and I'm just turned on.  So my 
question to you two is which one of you is man enough to take care of 
me?"