Genie - Part 20
By Muscle Fan, covert.1@hotmail.com
A fictional short story of a young muscle maiden and her life.


I glanced down and could see the bulge evident in Mr. Wilson's gym shorts. His
10-inch cock was begging to be freed.

He was still kissing and fondling my breasts, when I stood up. 'OK, Mr.
Wilson, you've had your fun, I've got some work to do,' I said. I looked at my
reflection in the mirror, loving what I saw. A 6-foot goddess, tan, with the
most defined muscles. I ran my hands over my taut abs and down my magnificent
quads. I put my hands behind my neck and tightened my shoulder muscles to see
my trapizius muscles jump. I made my breast 'dance', first one, then the
other. I ran my hands over my tight buttocks and down the backside of my legs.
Relaxed I stood with my hands on my hips, pelvis thrust slightly forward. I
was aware that Mr. Wilson was watching me intently. I thought, 'I bet his cock
is ready to burst' and smiled to myself. My fingers played down and brushed my
clit.

I went to the rack where we kept the handle of various styles for the machines
and selecting a short straight bar for the pull-down machine, inserted one end
into my vagina. I constricted my inner walls to grip the short bar. I let go
and was happy that I could hold it with just my vaginal muscles. I had no idea
how heavy it was, but it was probably ten or twelve pound which I held easily
with just my pussy, 'that has to be some kind of a record', I thought.

I replaced the handle on the rack. 'Oh, mistress, you're so strong,' Mr.
Wilson said. 'Yes, I am, look at these quads,' I said and put my foot up on
the bench, 'I could crush you like a grape, Mr. Wilson,' I said, 'but don't
worry, I won't, I like you. Now kiss this thigh and don't slobber like you did
when you were sucking my tits.'

He made passionate "tongue love" to my left thigh and calf. I removed that leg
and put my right in its place. Mr. Wilson continued to kiss and fondle my
muscles, his tongue darting ever closer to my clit. 'Go ahead, Mr. Wilson, I
know you want to pleasure me, but be quick about it, I have to get home and
shower,' I said. Soon I found myself becoming aroused. He really was quite
good with his tongue. I climaxed, drenching his face. The sight of him, for
some reason, made me laugh. The laughter seemed to catch him off guard and he
looked hurt.

'Oh, I'm sorry, Mr. Wilson, it's just that seeing you with my cum on your face
struck me as funny. Here, let me get you off, then I can be on my way,' I
said. I put my fingers in the elastic of his shorts and pulled them down. His
10-inch cock sprung forward. I bent and flicked its head with my tongue.

I gently pushed him down to the bench and he reclined flat on his back. I
knelt as to be more comfortable and stroked him slowly. After only 3 or 4
minutes, he came, sending his cum about 3-feet in the air.

'Very good, Mr. Wilson,' I said, 'be sure to clean up in here before you go.'
'Yes, mistress, and thank you for letting me pleasure you and allowing me to
come,' he said. 'Your welcome, Mr. Wilson,' I said, 'see you tomorrow.'

I drove home, showered and fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow.

My aunts business was booming, thanks mostly to me. There were a lot of calls
and clients who loved to see me flex my muscles, a performance that gave me as
much thrill as it did them. There were also a lot of requests for me to bend
bars, break bricks, snap wooden bats and perform other feats of strength. I
loved performing. It was during one such performance that I demonstrated the
raw power of my quads by crushing a metal bucket that I placed between my
legs.

This prompted a lot of 'fan' mail with suggestions on what to "crush" as well
as a few volunteers who wanted to have their ribs broken at the hands (or
should I say, 'legs') of their muscle goddess.

Alicia and I considered video taping me crushing a subject between my legs,
but the risk outweighed the benefit. Instead, we opted to stage a scene,
giving our clients what they wanted.

It was near the end of the school year. At lunch, Olivia and Becky were
discussing what they were going to wear to prom and where they should go for
dinner. Both of their boyfriends were on the football team. I felt a little
left out, but tried not to let on. So imagine my surprise when that night, I
got a call from Bill, a running back on the team. He asked if I had a date for
prom yet and when I told him I didn't, he seemed genuinely surprised and asked
if I'd like to go with him. I had helped Bill with his weight training, but we
hadn't really talked other than to discuss techniques and exercizes. I agreed
before even considering what I'd wear. Most of my clothes were either school
clothes or workout gear.

After we hung up, I ran to tell Aunt Alicia. She was thrilled. That Saturday,
we went shopping, one of Alicia's favorite pasttimes. I tried on several
dresses, but most just didn't fit. We were about to leave when the salesgirl
brought one final dress to the dressing room. It was emerald green with
spaghetti straps and a hem that ended a couple of inches above my knees.
Because of my broad shoulders and small waist some alterations needed to be
made, but the salesgirl assured us that that would be done quickly. I was
thrilled.

Alicia suggested renting a limo and that she would pay for it. When we got
home, I called Olivia and Becky who jumped at the chance. They said they'd let
their dates know. I called Bill and asked if he'd mine taking a limo to prom.
He said he'd love it.

The big night came and everyone gathered at my place. The limo was parked out
front and parents snapped pictures as did Aunt Alicia. Becky looked great in a
dark blue dress that ended at her knees. Olivia is about 5'-7" and with her
workout regime fairly fit. She looked great in a red strapless sheath type
dress that left little to the imagination. At 6'-0", I towered over the other
girls as well as a couple of the guys. Only my date, Bill, at 6'-1" was close.
I had on 3-inch heels, so I still had a couple of inches on him.

We piled into the limo and went to dinner at a nice steak house. The food was
excellent and the service was great. The guys picked up the tab and split it
three ways. We were leaving the restaurant when a drunk coming out of the bar
bumped into Becky, spilling his beer down her dress. 'Hey,' he slurred, 'watch
where you're going, honey.' I could tell by the look on her face she wanted to
hide. Her date, Allen, stepped up and told the guy, 'Why don't you
appologize?' 'For what,' the drunk said, 'she spilled my beer; I want her to
buy me another beer.' Allen was dumbfounded, he said, 'Buy you another beer,
are you crazy, you're already drunk and besides, you ran into her and spilled
your drink on her dress.'

The drunk gave Allen a push to the chest and he nearly fell over. Olivia and
Ryan who had been ahead of us were already out the door. Bill grabbed for the
man's arm before he could push Allen again. Unfortunately, Bill missed and the
drunk caught Bill on the side of the face with a backhand slap. Things were
escalating quickly so I stepped in pushing the man back into the alcove that
led to the restrooms and telephones.

'Look, asshole, you're drunk and you're out of control' I said as I pinned him
to the wall, 'do yourself a favor and call a cab and go home.' He started to
say something then kneed me in the groin. A dull pain crept through my pelvis
but had I been a guy, I would have lost my testicles. 'You really don't want
to do that, asshole,' I said and hit him in the jaw, shattering it and I'm
sure losening some teeth. I let him slump to the floor, then straightening my
dress, stepped over him.

Bill, my date, was holding his cheek where the drunk had struck him. Allen,
Becky's date, was just getting off the floor. The entire incident with the
drunk had only taken a minute, but he was out cold.

'Come on, guys,' I said, 'Let's get out of here; I think we've had our
pre-prom fun!' We joined Olivia and Ryan out front and climbed in the limo for
a prom we'd never forget.

To be continued ...