Genie - Part 26
By Muscle Fan, covert.1@hotmail.com
A fictional short story of Genie, a young muscle maiden, and her life as she comes of age.


'I'm sorry you had to see that, Bill,' I repeated and said, 'but you have to
promise not to tell anyone about what happened, OK?' 'Oh, Genie,' Bill said,
'I promise, you're my muscle goddess.'

We had just started our senior year of high school. Most, if not all, of my
friends would be going off to college next year. That was OK with me. I was
making a lot of money appearing in pay per view videos with my Aunt Alicia,
plus the occassional private shows and private dominatrix sessions. This was,
of course, as time permitted because of my school schedule. Most of the
'clients' thought I was in my 20's, and from a maturity standpoint, I was.

I had my core group of friends at school. Bill, who took me to the prom as a
junior, was looked upon as my boyfriend; however, what no one realized was he
was merely one of my 'slaves'. Olivia was my closest friend. She continued
working out and maintained a fairly 'tight little body.' Becky on the other
hand, was trim, but soft. She also had a secret to keep, the one where I got
rid of her mom's boyfriend that abusing them. Ryan, Allen and Bill all played
football and I continued to be the weightroom coordinator for the team,
helping build there body's and offering suggestions where needed. None of them
would come close to attaining the perfection that I had achieved, however.

Mr. Wilson, also one of my 'slaves' did whatever I wanted. The same could be
said for my guidance counselor, the cute Ms Adams. Barely five feet tall, I
had dominated her on several occassions. But it was Mr. Wilson with whom I
spent the most time. He was, after all, the football coach, and considered the
local 'hunk' by many of the coeds and teachers alike. None of them knew that I
controlled him and could break him at any time.

One evening after the weightroom had cleared out of jocks and 'wanna be's',
Mr. Wilson was working on his muscles. I popped in just to tell him I was
leaving for the day, but then decided to get a brief workout in as well. 'Hi,
Mr. Wilson, mind if I work in with you?' I asked. 'No, Mistress, I'm glad
you're here,' he said. He referred to me as 'mistress' as I had insisted when
we were alone. He was wearing a pair of shorts and a pair of cross trainers.
No shirt.

I stowed my books, handbag and jacket near the door and straddled the flat
bench that he had been working on. I layed down and knocked out a slow ten
reps. 'Wow, mistress, you make that look easy,' Mr. Wilson said. 'It is easy,'
I replied, 'only 400 pounds; you weren't having problems with that were you
Mr. Wilson.' He looked at me and smiled, 'you love to tease me, don't you,
mistress,' he asked. Normally I would consider this rude and punish him for
it, but today I was feeling good hearted, so I said, 'every chance I get, Mr.
Wilson, so tell me, do I turn you on?' 'Me and half the student body and
faculty, mistress,' he replied. 'Why, Mr. Wilson,' I asked, 'have people been
talking about me behind my back?' 'Only that you're the biggest, strongest,
hottest thing on campus,' he said. 'Oh, Mr. Wilson,' I said, 'while that may
be true, I don't go around bragging or showing off. I try to keep a low
profile,' and then chuckled.

He chuckled too, and then said, 'Mistress, I don't think you could ever keep a
low enough profile. You will always stick out.' 'Are you referring to my tits,
Mr. Wilson?' I asked and laughed. 'No,' he said, 'you know what I meant,
although your tits are quite magnificent, mistress.'

I was wearing a tight jersy sleeveless T-shirt. My breasts and firm, hard
nipples were quite evident. I looked down at my chest and inhaled, bringing my
arms crossed and in front of me, the back of the shirt began to split. My
trapizius muscles swelled and I then put my hands behind my head. The shirt
litterally fell away from my chest.

With one hand under a breast, I massaged my nipple with thumb and forefinger.
Soon is was nearly and inch in length and perhaps a half inch in diameter.
'These nipples have grown and are hard as steel, Mr. Wilson, just feel them,'
I said. He was powerless to refuse, not that he wanted to. 'Yes, mistress,' he
said, 'they feel like metal studs.' 'Come with me, I want to try something,' I
said and led him into the men's bathroom.

There on the wall near the sinks was a metal paper towel dispenser. 'Let's see
what these bad girls will do,' I said, and standing in front of the dispenser,
leaned into it so that my nipple just made contact. I applied a little
pressure and the metal not only bent but was punctured by my nipple. 'Wow,' I
said as I stepped back and admired the half inch hole that was now in the
center of the dispenser, 'I better be careful I don't kill someone with my
tits.'

I looked at Mr. Willson who was still staring at the hole and reached out and
touched it as if to verify that what he saw was real. 'That's truly amazing,
mistress,' he said, 'that is the most awsome display of physical might I've
ever seen.' 'And you know the best thing, I barely felt it,' I said, 'there
was practically no resistance at all.' Then I looked down at Mr. Wilson's
shorts and his hard on was quite evident. 'Talk about no resistance,' I said,
'it looks as if you can't resist my muscles, Mr. Wilson.' 'That's true,
mistress,' he replied.

'Let's relieve you before you explode, Mr. Wilson,' I said, and tucking my
fingers inside the waistband of his shorts, pulled them down. His cock sprang
forward, its 10-inch length straight and hard. With one hand grasping his
manhood and the other cupping his scrotum, I began to pump him. As I did, he
made soft mewing sounds.

Then from out on the wieghtroom floor someone called out, 'Mr. Wilson, are you
here?' It was Ms Adams. I froze in mid-stroke and without removing my hands
asked, 'What is she doing here?' 'She just came by to see me, mistress,' Mr.
Wilson said. 'Are you and Ms Adams dating?' I asked. 'Ye.. Yes, sort of,
mistress,' he stammered, 'we've gone out a few times.' 'Well, isn't that
cute,' I said, 'call her in here.'

He hesitated and I tightened the grip on both his shaft and scrotum and he
winced in pain. 'Do it!' I hissed. 'I'm in here, Pati, come on in,' he called
to her. Ms Adams came into the men's room. She was wearing a sleeveless summer
dress with high heels. As she rounded the partition wall and saw Mr. Wilson
and I, she froze in place. I still had Mr. Wilson's cock and scrotum. I
smiled, 'Hi, Ms Adams, you seem to have caught us in the middle of something,'
I said.

Letting go of Mr. Wilson, I walked over to Ms Adams and taking each of her
thin arms in my big hands, bent and kissed her full on the lips, ramming my
tongue in her mouth. I separated and whispered in her ear, 'don't be upset,
there's enough of Mr. Wilson and myself for you.' I stepped behind Ms Adams
who was now staring at Mr. Wilson and his still erect penis. I kissed the nap
of her neck and her trapizius muscles, although to call them muscles was a
disservice. I slid the straps from her shoulders and pulled them from her
arms. Her small breasts and bony chest were now visable.

I let my fingers play over her nipples and felt them harden to my touch.
Reaching down I slid the dress from her hips, allowing it to fall to the
floor. Now standing there only in high heels, I looked at Mr. Wilson and said,
'Come here, Mr. Wilson, come to your lover.'

Without protest, he stood in front of Ms Adams, the head of his penis nearly
touching her navel. I lifted the petite Ms Adams and positioned her above his
shaft. Without instructions, Mr. Wilson slowly inserted himself inside her.
She instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck and began her pelvic
movements. I reached around and fondled his scrotum once again. Soon we were
moving as one.

Mr. Wilson and Ms Adams came as one. They shuddered with their orgasms
together. I released them and when they parted, told Ms Adams, 'that was
great, but now you need to get me off.' 'Yes, mistress,' she replied.

I stood there with my hands on my hips as she knelt before me. She knew how to
worship my pussy. Her kisses to my clit were quick at first, then more
passionate, followed by tentative probing of her tongue. She was truly gifted.

To be continued ...