Genie - Part 17
By Muscle Fan, covert.1@hotmail.com
A fictional short story of a young muscle maiden and her life.


I watched as the two had sex next to me. I fingered myself, reaching a climax
as they came.

I was glad I could help Olivia achieve confidence and become the strong
dominant woman I knew she could.

The school year was progressing nicely. Olivia and her friends had accepted me
as a member of their group and you might say that I was looked up to. I was
now 6'-0" and massive. I probably would win any bodybuilding contest I
entered, but they didn't interest me. I continued helping the football team
with their weight training and I saw a marked improvement in their size. I
generally worked out with them, although I must say I could out lift them to a
man.

My grades were excellent and soon it would be time to take the college
entrance exam. I was beginning to gather information for scholarships and had
an appointment with Ms. Adams, my guidance counselor.

Since my weight room duties were sixth period, Ms Adams had agreed to meet me
after class. Rather than keep her waiting I went right from the weight room to
her office. 'I'm sorry about my appearance, Ms Adams,' I said, 'but I didn't
want to hold you up, so I came right after class.' 'Oh, that's quite alright,
Genie,' she said, 'I've just been going over your records and looking over
what options are open to a young woman like you as far as scholarships.
Unfortunately, there aren't many that involve weighlifting.' 'I was afraid of
that,' I told her, 'I guess I'm a little unique when it comes to lifting and
muscularity.' 'How so, Genie,' she asked. 'Well, I can out lift everyone in
the school, teachers and faculty alike and I'm certainly more muscular,' I
said.

'Really, is that true?' she asked. 'Well, if you want, I'll let you be the
judge of that,' I said and stood, shutting her office door. I took off the
extra large sweatsuit top and bottom I had been wearing so as not to attract
undo attention. As I turned back to face Ms Adams, she sat there with her
mouth open slightly. This was a look I had seen many times before, the look of
disbelief.

I went through a bodybuilding posing routine that my mother use to do. It was
correographed to music, so I had to play her music in my mind to hit the
shots. I thought I heard Ms Adams give a soft moan when I hit my ab shots and
again when I relaxed my quads and then snapped them back in place. I turned
and flared my back muscles, lat spread, rear quad flex and calf flex. I
tightened my glutes which I knew to be fantastic as many of the boys had told
me so.

Next, I exhibited total muscle control by doing a series of one-arm push ups
and going into a handstand with my legs in front of me and my butt several
inches off the floor. While I was in this position, I rotated 360##.

When I was done, Ms Adams sat there for a full minute, and then clapped her
hands several times, 'Genie, that was truly spectacular. I can appreciate the
dedication, hard work and skill it takes to perform that routine. Your body is
magnificent.' 'Thank you, Ms Adams; I'm glad you appreciate it. If you care to
feel how solid I am, you may. My muscles feel like warm granite. Just feel,'
and I stepped closer to her chair.

Ms Adams seemed even smaller now that I was six-feet. She reached forward with
her small hand and touched my abs with her fingertips. If I hadn't been
watching I wouldn't have known she touched me. I took her by the wrist and
moved the palm of her hand around my now 8-pack abs. Squatting in front of her
and still holding her by the wrist, I guided her hand along my bicep as I
flexed. 'Feel that, Ms Adams, that's as hard as steel,' I told her, 'I've been
known to bend steel bars and I once broke a baseball bat with my bare hands.'

I then moved her hand down to my quad and ran it from my knee to where it
joined my pelvis. 'These legs are particularly strong,' I said, 'I can crush a
watermelon and, I hate to admit it, but have cracked a man's ribs with them.'
As I gave her this last bit of information, I watched her closely to see how
she would react. She was mesmerized, so I gave her hand another pass over my
quad, this time on the inside, ending near my clit.

My thong I was wearing was becoming moist and my nipples were becoming hard at
the prospect of having Ms Adams suck them both. 'Ms Adams,' I said, 'I need
you to suck my clit. I'm about ready to come and I want you to get me off,
will you do that for me?' She sat there staring at her hand a mere inch away
from my labia and shielded only by a thin strip of material. She nodded her
head.

I stood and as I did, I removed my thong. 'Suck me, Ms Adams, take me,' I told
her. She leaned forward and flicked her tongue against my clit. As she was
doing this she unbuttoned her silk blouse. I was pleased to see that she
wasn't wearing a bra. Her breasts were proportionate to the rest of her,
petite. Her tits were 'A' cups with small aeriolas and small hard nipples.

I pulled away and undid my top, and then I reached forward and slid her blouse
from her shoulders. I picked her out of her chair as if she were a doll and
held her against my chest. Not hard enough to hurt her but so she could feel
my big tits against her small ones. 'Feel them, Ms Adams,' I whispered in her
ear, 'feel my hard nipples against your breasts. Do you love them?' 'Yes,' she
whispered back. I rubbed her against my chest, but I was afraid my stone like
nipples would hurt her so I sat her back in her desk chair.

Once more, I took her by the wrist and guided her hand to my vagina I told
her, 'Finger me, it's time I came.' She touched me with her forefinger. She
had such a soft touch. 'Harder,' I said, and she increased the pressure. I
pushed her wrist against me and she slid first one finger then two inside me.
I moved my grip further along her forearm and pushed. She put a third and then
a fourth finger in me. Finally I pushed even harder and her hand disappeared.
I released my hold on her forearm and softly said, 'Fuck me, fuck me and make
me come.'

She pumped slowly at first, and then increased the rythem. I held off my
orgasm with what control I had for five minutes or better then said, 'I'm
going to climax, Ms Adams. I'm going to climax hard,' and I no sooner said
that than I let lose with a torrent of juices.

She withdrew her arm and then her hand and licked my juices from her fingers,
making little sucking sounds. I took her hair in both hands and guided her
face to my cunt. 'Lick me clean, Ms Adams, you love my cum,' I said, and she
did.

I kissed her full on the lips, running my hand over her bare chest. I slowly
put my tongue down her throat as far as it would go and I thought she would
gag, but I withdrew it before that happened.

As I was putting on my jogging suit, I said, 'Thank you for staying late, Ms
Adams, and for getting me off. I know you enjoyed the show.' 'Oh, Genie, I'll
remember this always,' she said, 'I would love a repeat performance.'

'Well,' I said as I picked up my soaking wet thong, 'until the repeat
performance, why don't you keep these as a souvenir,' and held them for her to
take in her mouth.

To be continued ...