Genie Part 15
By Muscle Fan, covert.1@hotmail.com
A fictional short story of a young muscle maiden and her life.


I gently stroked his shaft and he let out a low moan. 'Don't come yet', I
said, 'Genie wants to play.'

He certainly was well built. Not only the muscles, but a 10-inch cock as well.
I sat on a flat weight bench and took his cock in the crook of my arm. I held
it firm between my forearm and bicep, flexing. 'Do you like that Mr. Wilson,'
I asked. Again, he moaned a 'yes'. I fingered his scrotum then guided the head
of his penis to my mouth. 'Don't come until I tell you to,' I said, 'do you
understand?' 'Yes,' he said. I looked up and slowly stood, maintaining a grasp
of his shaft.

I put my lips to his and playfully bit his lower lip. I squeezed his cock and
with my index finger, stabbed at his scrotum. 'Owe,' he said, 'that hurts.' I
smiled, 'That was the idea,' I said, 'when you address me and we're alone, you
will call me mistress, do you understand?' 'Yes, but ... ' he started to say,
and I squeezed a little harder and again poked him in the balls. 'Yes, what,
Mr. Wilson,' I asked. 'Yes, mistress,' he replied.

'Very good, Mr. Wilson,' I said, 'excellent. You're a quick learner.' I sat
back down and again began kissing the head of his penis, then flicking it with
my tongue and finally encircling the head with my tongue. He was quite aroused
now and again, I said, 'don't come until I tell you to.' 'Yes, mistress,' he
said.

I took his shaft into my mouth and pumped him. I could tell he was near
climax, but I wasn't. 'It's my turn now, Mr. Wilson, lay on the bench and make
love to your goddess,' I said. He lay back on the bench and I straddled his
face. He licked and sucked my clit. Once when his hand strayed to his cock, I
slapped his cock and he didn't try that again.

'Alright, Mr. Wilson, I'm going to climax. I'm going to climax hard and you're
going to drink every drop of my juices, do you understand?' I said. He gave a
muffled, 'Yes, mistress.' With that I released myself. I was gaining more and
more control over my orgasms. I could have mild orgasms or, as in this case,
an 'eruption' as I called it.

He almost choked, I came so much, but he opened his throat and accepted all of
me. He licked the last from my thighs. 'OK, Mr. Wilson, you did well, it's
time for your reward,' I said. Changing positions, I straddled his hips and
lowered myself onto his waiting penis. With my superior vaginal muscles I
contracted and released his shaft while gently moving up and down, while
leaning forward and stroking his chest. 'OK, Mr. Wilson, you can come, I know
you want to,' I said, and no sooner had I gotten the words out of my mouth,
than he did.

I milked him for another minute or two, then, again reversing positions said
to him, 'Now you're going to clean your cum from my pussy, Mr. Wilson. Start
sucking,' and lowered my pussy to his waiting mouth.

Once I was done, I stood up and got dressed. Mr. Wilson was still naked and on
the flat bench when I finished. 'You can finish up here, Mr. Wilson, I need to
get home and shower. Tomorrow is another school day,' and with that I walked
out to my truck and drove home.

The next day, Olivia came to my table at lunch and sat down. 'Genie, I need to
ask you something,' she said. 'What is it Olivia?' I asked. 'You won't try and
steal Ryan away from me will you,' she asked. 'Look, Olivia, I promise, I
won't try to steal your boyfriend away, but he may want to have sex with me.
He may be in love with my muscles. Guys are funny that way,' I told her. She
seemed to think about this for a minute or two, and then said, 'Gee, I wish I
had some muscles.' 'Look, Olivia,' I said, 'why don't you come by the house
Saturday morning and I can show you a few things, OK?' 'Alright,' she said,
'I'll be there about 10:00, OK?' 'Sure, that's fine,' I told her.

That afternoon, I walked into the weight room for my sixth period class. It
was set up and all the dumbbells were in their respective racks. 'Nice,' I
thought, 'Mr. Wilson spent some time getting the place in order.' I changed
into baggy sweat pants and sweat shirt, just before some of the boys and Mr.
Wilson arrived. Mr. Wilson gave them a brief run down on what he expected as
well as telling them no fooling around would be permitted. He introduced me
saying, 'This is Ms Brown, she will be assisting me this year and showing you
how to lift weights. You are to obey her at all times and respect her,' he
looked at me and smiled, 'Ms Brown, they're all yours. I'll be out on the
field with the rest of the team if you need me.' With that he walked out.
'Thank you, Mr. Wilson,' I said, 'First, I want to reinforce that what I says,
goes in here. I'll try to help you get stronger, but I expect you to do the
work. If you have any questions, ask. OK, here's a seated bicep curl,' and
showed them some simple exercised. I cautioned them to start with light
weights and we'd increase the weight from there.

Once I dismissed them, they started working out. I walked around giving them
pointers on how to maximize their workout, what they were doing wrong and
proper lifting techniques. One boy, a cute blonde, was on the raised bench
doing military dumbbell presses. I stood behind him and when he hesitated,
gently guided his arms to a full raised position. 'Very good, Ryan,' I said.
'How did you know my name?' he asked. 'Oh, I know who you are,' I said, 'you
were one of the boys in the locker room my first day at school, you were naked
at the time, remember?' 'That was you,' he asked, 'I thought you were a
student.' 'I am a student,' I said, 'but I'm also the weight coach. Here, let
me show you the proper technique for the seated military dumbbell presses.'

I selected the 85-pound weights from the rack and sat down. I raised them up
and down several times and said, 'just remember to keep the weights to the
outside of your shoulders, and do not let them fall below that point. Press
them straight up and bring them together over your head, got that?' 'Wow, you
sure are strong, Ms Brown,' Ryan said. 'I know, I hope that doesn't intimidate
you or the rest of the team,' I said. 'I can't speak for the rest of the team,
but it doesn't intimidate me,' he said. I re-racked the weights and turned to
him and in a low hushed voice said, 'I'm sure my strength and muscles don't
intimidate you, Ryan, but you will respect them or suffer the consequences.'
He looked puzzled, but he'd catch on after awhile.

That Saturday, Olivia showed up. I answered the door in short shorts and a
cutoff T-shirt. Olivia was wearing preppy shorts and a button down shirt as
well as a surprised look. 'Hi, Olivia,' I said, 'you look surprised.' 'I, ahh,
didn't realize, ahh,' she stammered. 'I know, you didn't realize how big I am,
right,' I asked, 'I dress conservatively for school so I don't attract
attention, but on the weekends, I dress or undress, like me. Come on in.'

I showed her around. Diego was doing some work in the kitchen and I introduced
them. Diego was wearing a Speedo bathing suit and a smile. Olivia couldn't
take her eyes off him. 'Diego, Olivia and I will be out by the pool, bring us
out some drinks in a few minutes,' I told him. 'Very good, mistress,' he
replied.

I led Olivia out to the patio. Alicia was off on a trip, so, aside from Diego,
we had the house to ourselves. 'Did you bring a bathing suit?' I asked. 'No,'
she said, 'I didn't even know you had a pool.' 'That's OK, you won't need
one,' I said, 'I just asked. By the way, I met your boyfriend, Ryan. You were
right, he is cute.' 'Oh, Genie, please tell me he didn't try to 'hit' on you,'
Olivia asked. 'Well, not exactly, but more important than that, what you need
is some self confidence,' I said, 'I think I can help with that.'

Diego brought out drinks. He had disolved one of the 'supplement' tablets in
Olivia's drink as I had instructed. Olivia was in need of self confidence and
both physical and inner strength.

To be continued ...