Astrid - Family Dynamics
by Muscle Fan
A work of science fiction 



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"Hi," the man said as he pulled alongside of me as I jogged down the street,
"I haven't seen you before." I was about a mile from the house on a new
course. "Just trying a new course," I said, turning a corner in the afternoon
heat. The man turned with me, matching me stride for stride.

"I'm Jim," he said. I glanced at him out of the corner of my eye. 'Nice
looking,' I thought, 'my height with a trim build.' "Astrid," I said. He had
light brown hair with an olive drab T-shirt that said 'Army' across the front
and black jogging shorts. Sweat soaked through the T-shirt and he had beads of
sweat on his forehead and upper lip.

"How far do you go, Astrid?" he asked. 'I go as far as I want,' I thought
thinking of having sex with him, but I understood his question to mean
jogging. "Four of five miles," I said, not breaking stride. "That's quite a
ways," Jim said, "how often do you run?" "Two or three times a week," I said.
"Do you do other exercises?" Jim asked. 'He's been looking at me for the last
half mile,' I thought, 'he'd have to be blind to not notice my muscles.' "I
lift," I said.

I turned another corner and Jim stayed with me. "Do you live close by?" he
asked. I had to glance at a street sign to see where I was before answering.
"Not too far," I said, "Couple of miles." "Huh," he said, "are you heading
back now?" I smiled to myself, "Yes, do you think you'll make it?" I asked
glancing at him. He was getting winded, his T-shirt thoroughly soaked. Our
eyes met and he said, "If I do make it, what's in it for me?" This made me
laugh and I said, "Never mind, you'll probably be too tired anyway." "And if
I'm not too tired?" he asked. "We'll see how this plays out first," I said,
and I picked up the pace.

For the final two miles Jim kept pace, but barely. As I turned into the
driveway of my home, Jim said, "Thank goodness!" and stopped in the driveway
near the walkway to the front door. I stopped by the front door, looking back
at Jim who had his hands on his knees catching his breath. "Coming in?" I
asked, opening the door and going into the entry hall. I didn't wait for Jim,
although I knew he'd follow.

I stripped off my sports bra and my running shorts and headed for the French
doors to the patio. I stopped by a patio table and removed my cross trainers.
As I was doing this, Jim came out onto the patio. "Wow!" he said, looking at
me, "You have been working out." "Swim," I said and took a running dive into
the pool. I was on my third lap when Jim walked down the steps into the water.

"Where do you get all that stamina?" he asked. I looked down and was pleased
to see that his cock was surprisingly large. 'Maybe this will turn out after
all,' I thought. "I keep myself fit," I said, "Good genes, I guess," and
chuckled, diving under the water and heading for the opposite end of the pool.
Jim was two lengths behind trailing in my wake.

We swam several more laps until I realized I was alone. I stopped at the far
wall and looked back. Jim was sitting on the steps, head bowed, breathing
deeply. I ducked under the surface and swam underwater to where he sat.
"Tired?" I asked. Looking up, he only nodded. I sat next to him. "You OK?" I
asked. "Yes," he said, "just a little winded." I nodded.

After several minutes, he looked around the backyard. "Do you live here
alone?" he asked. "No, my brother and his wife live here too," I said, "They
should be home shortly." "What do you do, Astrid," he asked. "I'm a realtor,"
I told him, "and you?" "Producer," he said. "For movies," I asked, and he
nodded his head. "I never met a producer before," I said, "are you married?"
He shook his head and asked, "Would you be disappointed if I were?" I laughed
and said, "No, it wouldn't matter, I get what and who I want, it wouldn't
matter." I repeated.

"You're very confident and uninhibited, Astrid," Jim said. "I suppose," I
said, "but I can read people pretty well, and I rarely have to twist anyone's
arm." "From what I see," he said, "If you had to twist someone's arm, you
might just break it off." We both laughed although that was probably closer to
the truth than what he believed.

"So what do you 'read' in me," Jim asked. "You're drawn to my muscles," I
said, "You want to fuck me, and you think you're in good shape." "Wow, all
that from a run and a swim," he said. I smiled, "I said I'm good at reading
people, what did I get wrong?" He laughed, "Not a thing," he said and laughed
again.

The French door opened and Ray walked out. "Hi, Ray," I said, and then
introduced Ray to Jim. The two men shook hands and Ray sat on a chaise lounge
and removed his walking shoes and socks, and then removed his shirt and
shorts. Ray dove in the pool and swam several laps. "So that's your brother?"
Jim asked while Ray swam. I nodded, watching Ray slice through the water. He
swam effortlessly almost as if he were gliding. When he neared the stairs he
stood behind me on the steps, his cock brushed my shoulder. I knew Ray did
this was for Jim's benefit. Ray bent down and gave me a kiss.

"How was your day, sis?" he asked. "Great," I said, "I met Jim on my run, how
was your day?" "You know," Ray said, "Same old stuff, letters, packages and
bills; the mail must go through. Well, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to take
a bit of a nap until Zoe gets here." Ray picked a towel from a shelf and
spread it on a chaise, adjusted the chair and lay facing the sun.

Jim looked at Ray and then back at me before saying, "You and your brother
seem close." I smiled. "We are, we're very close; that doesn't bother you,
does it?" He didn't answer immediately, but then said, "No, not at all."
"Good," I said, "Come on; let's get some sun on that body of yours." I took
him by the hand and lead him to a chaise, handing him a towel and some suntan
lotion. The desert sun can be brutal, especially on Jim's areas that haven't
been exposed.

We must have fallen asleep because when I next opened my eyes, Zoe had joined
us lying on a chaise on her stomach. I reached out and ran a hand lightly over
her butt. She turned to face me and said quietly, "Who's that?" "Jim," I said,
"he followed me home." "And like a stray puppy," Zoe said, "do you want to
keep him?" I looked at her and laughed. The laughing must have woke Jim
because he turned toward Zoe and me. I introduced him to her.

"Is Jim staying for dinner, Astrid," Zoe asked. I looked at Jim and said, "Are
you staying for dinner, Jim?" "Was that an invitation?" he asked. "I guess it
was," I said. "I'd like that," he said.

Zoe got up and Jim watched her as she folded the towel and then placed it in
the laundry basket. I watched Jim watching Zoe as she padded to the house. He
turned back to me and asked, "Can I ask you a question, Astrid?" Jim asked.
"Of course," I said. "Do the three of you ever wear clothes here at the
house?" he asked. I hesitated, thinking and then said, "When we have company
over, but as a rule, no, it's just easier to be naked with the three of us."
He nodded but didn't say anything at first and then said, "But you chose to go
naked with me visiting, why?" "Because we're going to have sex," I said, "and
besides, I wanted to see how big your cock was."

Jim looked at me a long time, glanced at his manhood and then smiled. "I was
right," he said, "You are uninhibited. How do you know we'll have sex?"
"Because I want it and you want it," I said, "You've never had sex with a
muscle goddess, am I right?" "Yes," he said, "Is that what you are, a muscle
goddess?" "Yes," I said, "From now on, you may call me Mistress Astrid or just
mistress, Jim."

He hesitated and then asked, "So what do you think of my penis, ah, mistress?"
I studied it a moment and then said, "It will do, but the real question though
isn't how long it is, the real question is how long will you last?" Jim was
silent once again for a moment and then said, "I haven't had any complaints
thus far." I smiled at him and said, "But those were just girls or women, not
a muscle goddess. I demand staying power from my men." I saw that Jim was
becoming erect.

I got up from the lounge chair and took Jim by the hand, leading him into the
house. As we passed by the kitchen, I asked Zoe, "How soon before dinner is
ready?" She looked at Jim and then said, "An hour perhaps, I can hold off on
putting the lasagna in the oven if you like." "That won't be necessary, baby,"
I said, touching Zoe's cheek, and then giving her a quick kiss, "Jim won't
last an hour." Zoe chuckled and said, "I know." I turned and led Jim to my
bedroom.

"Sit on the bed, Jim," I said, "Sit and enjoy the show." I flexed my muscles,
catching sight of this huge, muscular creature in the mirror. She was
gorgeous, her muscles ripped, with large veins snaking just under her skin. I
looked at Jim's crotch and his cock was now fully erect. 'And why wouldn't he
be hard,' I thought, 'at the prospect of having sex with me.' I felt myself
starting to get hard, my clit responding to my own reflection.

I gently pushed on his shoulder until he fell backwards onto the bed. I
straddled his hips and poised my vagina over his shaft. His breath caught as I
lowered myself onto his waiting penis. Jim was nearly as long as Ray, but not
as thick; a sad disappointment, but still, I had to be satiated. I raised
myself up, until the head of his penis was at my labia and then I lowered
myself once more. I began slowly, my hands behind my head. "Does that feel
good, baby?" I asked. "Hmm," he murmured, "it feels incredible." I chuckled.
His hands were exploring my thighs, his eyes focused on my breasts and
muscular arms. I began to quicken the tempo.

"Don't come, baby, Mistress Astrid needs to climax," I said. "I, I, mistress,
please," Jim stammered and I knew he was on the verge of reaching his orgasm.
"Don't come yet, Jim," I said sternly. He let out a gasp as he climaxed. I
tightened my vaginal muscles and he held his breath as I slowed and finally
stopped, holding him within me, within my vise like vagina. Still holding him,
I raised up on my knees, his pelvis coming off the bed. "Please, please,
mistress," he pleaded, "Please let me go."

"I should just crush that cock of yours," I said, "But I need to climax so you
need to suck my clit, do you understand?" "Y-yes, mistress," he whimpered,
"just let go of my penis." "Let go of my penis," I mocked, "I should have
known you couldn't perform." I released his cock from my hold and his hips
fell to the bed.

I stood up at the foot of the bed looking down at the man. 'Man,' I thought,
'a poor excuse for a man, hopefully he can bring me to a climax with that
mouth of his.' I began to play with my semi-erect clit, feeling myself stiffen
at my touch. He watched and as he did and my clit hardened, his mouth opened
slightly and his eyes widened.

"Sit up, bitch," I said, "Sit up and pleasure your mistress." He sat up,
staring at the sight of my erect clitoris. "Have you ever seen a clitoris as
big as mine, sissy-boy?" His eyes were riveted to my clit, but he said
nothing. "Impressive, isn't it," I asked, and he simply nodded his head. "Come
on, suck me you wimp," I said. Slowly he scooted to the end of the bed and
took me orally. I pumped his face and fifteen minutes later, erupted sending
my fountain of cum deep into his throat. As he choked, I laughed. "What's the
matter," I asked, "am I too much of a woman for you?"

He managed to get his choking under control and I said, "Did you like that,
Jim?" clutching his chin. "Y-yes, mistress," he managed between coughs and
trying to clear his throat. "I bet you did," and laughed.

"Dinner is ready," Zoe said from the doorway. She looked at me and then at
Jim, still sitting on the end of the bed, his head down. "Didn't go well," she
asked. "No, this ass couldn't keep from coming," I said, "he was only thinking
of himself." "No," he said, "it wasn't like that, honestly." I turned quickly
and slapped him across the mouth. Not hard enough to knock a tooth out, but
hard enough to draw a little blood.

He got to his feet, or started to and I pushed him back on the bed. Before he
could get up, I swung my leg over his head, putting my pussy and my full
weight on his mouth. He mumbled something and then fell silent. I smiled and
looked over my shoulder to Zoe, "I'll just be a minute, baby, this won't take
long, he needs some discipline." Zoe smiled back and said, "Then he's come to
the right place, I'll keep dinner warm," and she turned and left.

For the next five minutes, I rode Jim's face climaxing once again in the
process. When I stepped from the bed, he didn't move. Admiring myself once
more in the mirror, I stretched and said, "Hmm, now I'm hungry, are you
hungry, Jim?" "Uh-huh," he said, sitting up, swallowing and breathing heavily.
I smiled and said, "Come on wimp, we don't want to keep Zoe and Ray waiting,
do we?" He followed me to the kitchen.

"So, how was your boy Jim," Ray asked as I walked in, Jim not far behind, "Was
he all you expected?" "Too quick," I said, "You know how I hate that." Ray
chuckled and said, "You didn't really expect him to last, did you?" Ray asked,
not caring that Jim heard him. I sat as Zoe brought the food to the table. Jim
sat opposite me, 'his bowed head said it all,' I thought.

"He looked promising," I said, "his cock isn't much smaller than yours, baby."
"Aren't you the one who keeps telling me it's not about the packaging," Ray
said, "but it's about the performance?" He smiled at me. He knew me too well.
I held up the palm of my hand to him, indicating that he needn't go on. Such
is the family dynamics of our house, we each spoke our minds.

The four of us sat at the table eating in silence for a while, when Zoe said,
"Oh, I almost forgot, mistress, an 'Ann' called. She said you sold her and her
husband, John, a home. She said she has a few questions for you. I put her
number by the phone." 'I wonder what she wants,' I thought, I had never met
Ann, but remembered humiliating her prick of a husband, an attorney. "Thank
you, baby, I'll give her a call later when I've milked Jim's cock dry. I think
he's learned not to climax until I tell him."

The three of us looked at Jim who looked as if he were ready to bolt from the
room. "I'm sorry, ah, mistress, but I'm going to have to leave soon. I have to
meet a client this evening." "Really?" I asked, totally expecting this.
"That's a shame; I was hoping we could get to know each other a little
better." "I'm sorry too," he said without enthusiasm, "I enjoyed our jog and
our," and he gulped before adding, "Sex." After dinner, Jim dressed quickly.

After showing Jim to the door, Zoe asked, "Do you think he'll join you on any
more runs, mistress?" I laughed and said, "No, I think he'll probably run the
other way if he sees me again." "He will if he knows what's good for him," Ray
added, and laughed.

I called Ann at the number she had given Zoe. She didn't say much but asked me
to stop by their house. I said I would tomorrow and she was alright with that.
'I can't imagine what she would want to discuss,' I thought.

That evening, Zoe and I made love. I could always satisfy Zoe, although I know
my clit is no substitute for Ray's penis. Between Zoe and me, Ray was a busy
man in the bedroom satisfying the two of us. He had become quite proficient at
maintaining his erection and holding off on climaxing until Zoe or I were
ready.

The next day, after Zoe and Ray had left, I worked out in the gym; crunches,
lifting and hitting the heavy bag. I finished with twenty minutes in the sauna
followed by a long hot shower. I toweled off and applied some moisturizing
lotion to my muscles, rubbing the lotion deep into the skin, massaging myself.
I always enjoyed running my hands over my body, caressing the muscles,
watching myself in the mirror. I would have liked to have taken longer, but I
had somewhere to be.

I drove to John and Ann's. Since it was a week day, I suspected that John
would be at work at his law firm in Los Angeles. I pulled up to the front door
and rang the bell. It had been almost six weeks since the house had closed
escrow and I had never met Ann. Once the papers were ready to be signed,
another agent had handled that while I hosted an open house across town.

A tall, beautiful brunette answered the door. "Astrid" she said, holding out a
slim hand. I took it, 'light as a feather,' I thought, and shook it. "Hi, I'm
Astrid," I said, "You must be Ann." "Yes," she said, "please come in." Ann was
perhaps five-foot ten inches tall, taller than her husband with a trim build.
She was tan, wearing khaki walking shorts and a sleeveless cotton blouse. Her
arms were not muscular, but firm. She was barefoot, her toenails painted a
light shade of blue which matched her fingernails.

"You didn't say much on the phone," I said, "Is something wrong with the
house? Is John here?" "No, no, it's not that, and John isn't here," she said,
"It's you. Now that I see you, though, I think I understand." I must have
looked confused. "Ever since we bought this house, or I should say, ever since
John bought this house," she said, "your name comes up at least once a day."
"Oh," I said, "in what way?" "Just in the matter of a conversation," she said,
"I didn't think much about it at first, but this past weekend after we had
sex, he called me Astrid, but now that I've met you, I understand why."

"I'm not sure what to say," I said. John was a sexual nightmare, but he
managed to suck my clit just as Jim had the previous day. Both of these men
loved my muscles and wanted me, unfortunately, both were disappointments.

"I'll get right to the point, did you have sex with my husband?" she asked. I
hesitated, but then said, "Not exactly, but he performed cunnilingus on me."
She stared at me, her mouth opened slightly, and then nodded. "That explains
it, he's been fixated on oral sex ever since you showed him the house," Ann
said. "And this is something new?" I asked. "Not new, but now all John wants
to do is go down on my clit," Ann said, and hesitated, "and quite frankly I
miss having him inside me." I nodded understanding, and said, "I think I can
help with that."

She looked at me quizzically. Without saying a word, I took Ann by the hand
and led her to the master bedroom. I noticed they had put their bed against a
different wall than where the bed was when I showed the house. "Get
undressed," I said when we were standing in the middle of the room. She didn't
move but I shrugged out of my blazer and stepped out of my pumps. She began to
unbutton her blouse, watching me. "What are we doing?" she asked. "Trust me,
baby," I said brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. When I removed my
blouse she pursed her lips.

"You don't have a problem with muscular women, do you," I asked, happy that I
was free of the confines of my blazer and blouse. She shook her head and then
finished removing her blouse. She was tan except for where her bathing suit
top had left white triangles on her breasts. She wore no bra. I removed my
skirt. She looked at my abdominals, pubis and legs, her mouth slightly open as
if she wanted to ask something. "Take the shorts off," I told her, "I want to
make love to you." Without taking her eyes from me, she unsnapped her shorts
allowing them to drop to the floor and then slid her panties down her legs
until they rested atop her shorts.

Her tan pelvis had a small white 'V' where her bathing suit had shielded her
from the sun. "Come here," I said and she closed the distance between us. I
drew her to me, kissing her neck and feeling her warm body and breasts against
mine. I cupped each of her butt cheeks with a hand. She kissed my neck and ran
her hands over my muscled back up to the back of my neck. With a slight jump,
she wrapped her long legs around my waist. I could feel my clit becoming
erect.

Carrying Ann, I walked to the end of the bed and deposited her there. She
looked up at me wide eyed as I flexed my biceps. I then brought my clenched
fists in front of me tensing my trapezius muscles. I relaxed and asked Ann,
"What do you think, baby, have you ever seen a woman as muscular as me?" She
shook her head and said, "Woman or a man." I smiled at her and her eyes
traveled down my body to my clit. I followed her gaze.

I ran a finger along my 'shaft'. "Have you ever had sex with a woman before?"
I asked. She nodded and said softly, "Once, in college." I nodded and said,
"Well, this will be different than sex with one of your sorority sisters." She
bit her lip, not taking her gaze from my clit. Stroking myself, my clitoris
became erect. Ann's eyes widened as I put a knee on the bed between her legs.
"I'll be gentle, baby," I said before I lowered myself onto her lithe body, my
clit finding her labia.

I entered her and began to slowly move in and out as her breath caught in her
throat. "Is this what you've been missing, Ann," I asked. "Uh-huh," she
replied softly. I quickened my tempo slightly and said, "I know I'm bigger
than John, honey; I'm not hurting you, am I?" "N-no," she said, "pl-please
don't stop." Her breath was coming in gasps. I chuckled and said, "I have no
intention of stopping until I climax, sweetie."

I felt her body stiffen, reaching a climax, as I quickened my pace once more,
and then minutes later, her body quivered beneath me reaching yet another
orgasm. "That's it, baby," I said, "Savor the pleasure, Mistress Astrid wants
you to enjoy yourself." A wave washed over Ann as she moaned and had another
orgasm.

"I'm going to climax, baby," I whispered in her ear as I moved my hips faster,
"you're so beautiful." "Hmm," she moaned in response as I pummeled her pubis.
Minutes later I erupted and then collapsed on top of her.

"Wh-what are you doing?" John said from the doorway. I turned to look at John
standing there, holding the door jamb. I looked down at Ann who either did not
hear him or didn't care. "I'm taking care of your wife, Johnny," I said,
"something that you should have been doing." "But, but, Ann and I have a good
sex life," he said. I looked down at Ann who, inches from my face, was
watching me. "I think she needed something different," I said, "just as you
did." He looked at me briefly before turning away. I withdrew from Ann and
stepped off the bed.

Glancing down I saw that my now semi-erect clit glistened with cum from both
Ann and I. "John, you're good at this," I said, "come here and suck my clit
clean." He looked at me with disgust, and I thought I was going to have to
punish him, but reluctantly, glancing at Ann; he shuffled forward and fell to
his knees in front of me. He took me in his mouth and sucked my 'she-cock'
clean of the remnants of our cum.

Ann, sitting on the foot of the bed watched as her husband sucked my cock. I
glanced at her and said, "Was that what you needed, Ann, did that satisfy
you?" She looked up at me and then back to John and said, "Yes, mistress,
thank you." "John," I said, addressing her husband, "You need to work on
satisfying your wife, not just focusing on your own pleasure. You need to work
on maintaining your erection. You can do that without medication if you work
on it." "Yes, mistress," he said, stopping momentarily.

I knew John was enjoying himself. He had when I was selling him the house and
that's what drove him to only want to pleasure his wife orally. I looked from
one to the other. "Good," I said, "Now I've got to be going. You two need to
work out your differences." John stopped. "Yes, mistress," they each said
softly.

"Ann, keep my number. If I need to come back I will, whether it's to pleasure
you or punish John," I said, then added, "John, work on maintaining your
erection and remember, Ann needs more than just your tongue in her pussy."
"Yes, mistress," they each repeated.

Ray was home by the time I got there. "Did you meet with your client's wife,"
he asked, as I took my business suit off, "Is everything alright?" "Yes, she
was going through 'penis withdrawal'," I said, "Her husband has only wanted to
pleasure her orally since he sucked me off." Ray looked at me and smiled and
said, "I suppose I understand that, but did you satisfy her craving for a
cock?" I laughed and said, "What do you think; I always give clients what they
want, whether they know what it is or not." We both laughed.

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