Genie - Part 27
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 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.

I climaxed with a shudder as she lapped my juices.

School was pretty much uneventful that senior year. Classes went well and in
fact, I was getting straight 'A's'. Our football team went to regional finals
thanks in part, I'm sure, to my weight training regimine. My personal workouts
were intense. My vascular structure was awesome, definition was outstanding
and physical strength beyond compare.

Bill and I attended winter formal and I shocked everyone by wearing a black
catsuit that my friend Marcia had made with 4-inch stilletto heels. Bill wore
a black tuxedo, but it was my attire that created the stir. Obviously! It was
the effect I intended. The chaperones and teachers didn't say anything,
perhaps out of fear; the female students either looked at me with disdain or
with lust as did all of the male students.

One girl, Jenny Ortiz, thought she was a hot item; that is until her date
couldn't take his eyes off me. My group of friends and I were sitting at one
table. Jenny, her date and several others were at the table next to ours. As
the evening progressed, Jenny's voice got louder and louder and her comments
more pointed although her friends tried to quiet her down. Jenny had always
been jealous of me, and while she was certainly attractive with deep brown
eyes, long black hair and full breasts, she lacked the self-confidence and
strength that I had.

Jenny and her date had returned from the dance floor where she practically
groped him, grinding her hips into him in time to the music. I heard her tell
her date that she was going to go to the restroom to get them some drinks from
the refreshment table. I gave her a minute and then told Bill, 'I'm going to
the bathroom, don't go anywhere,' and strode out to the lobby.

I found the janitor's closet unlocked and immediately spotted what I was
looking for, a sign that said, 'Restroom Out of Service.' Hanging this on the
women's bathroom door, I quietly entered. Only one stall was occupied and I
could tell by the 3-inch pumps visible under the stall door that it was Jenny.
I unzipped my cat suit and stepped out of it.

Now naked, I grasped the stall door and ripped it from its hinges. There,
sitting with her dress around her ankles was Jenny, eyes as big as saucers.
And why not, I had gotten the element of surprise and my form almost filled
the opening once occupied by the stall door. 'Don't make a sound, bitch,' I
told her and she began to whimper. I stepped forward and taking her head
between my hands, tilted her head back. 'Open your mouth, cunt,' I commanded.
She didn't so I held her nose between my thumb and forefinger until she had to
gasp for air. Then I pissed in her mouth. She tried turning her head, but I
held her in check with my thighs, pressing her head to my pussy.

'Drink it, cunt, take it all, your foul mouth deserves it,' I said. As I
finished I told her, 'Lick me clean.' She didn't, so I pressed her face
tighter against my clit, 'Lick me,' I said, 'I won't tell you again, bitch.'
This time she complied.

'That's a good little bitch,' I told her, 'now get dressed and get out of here
and if you ever say a word about this to anyone, I'll tell everyone how you
drank my piss and then I'll come after you and really mess you up, do you
understand?' She nodded her head. Her dress was soaked, but she pulled it up
none the less.

I pulled my catsuit back on and zipped it up. Jenny was trying to find some
strength in her legs after being humiliated. Grabbing her around the waist, I
half guided her, half carried her through the door and out to the carport of
the hotel. A cab raced to a stop where we were standing. I opened the door and
practically threw Jenny into the back seat. 'I hope you feel better,' I called
after her and slammed the door shut.

Turning, I walked back into the foyer drawing the stares of everyone in the
lobby. Men and women, some even let their mouths hang open. I couldn't help
but smile to myself.

Jenny's date was sitting at their table, two glasses of punch in front of him.
I strode up and leaned down and whispered in his ear, 'Jenny wanted me to tell
you that she wasn't feeling well, that it was something she drank and that she
took a cab home.' Before straightening up I ran my tongue in his ear. I had no
designs to try to seduce her date; that would have been too easy, besides,
Bill was attentive to my every need.

Things were a lot quieter once I got rid of Jenny Ortiz. Bill and I danced and
then it was time to announce the winter formal king and queen. To no one's
surprise, Bill and I won that honor. Both Olivia and Becky were named as
princesses.

The dance wound down and we left. Unlike junior prom, we hadn't rented a limo,
but rather had come in our own vehicles. I climbed in to Bill's subcompact
that he used for delivering pizza. It had the permanent smell of pepperoni. We
drove out to the lake a place where young lover's go for some privacy. Bill
spread a blanket on the grass and we watched the moonlight on the water. There
were several other cars but none close by.

'I think I shocked everyone,' I said to Bill. 'You definitely got everyones
attention, mistress,' Bill said. 'Yeah, but that bitch, Jenny Ortiz, had to
start talking crap about me,' I said, 'I had to put her in her place.' 'What
do you mean?' Bill asked. I told him the story. 'Really!', he said, 'you
really pissed in her mouth; I would have loved to have seen that, mistress.'
'It felt so good. In a way I hope she messes with me some more just so I can
punish her again,' I said, 'is that bad of me, Bill?' 'No, mistress, Jenny had
it coming, I heard what she said about you,' Bill said, 'she called you a
freak, that you were a muscle head and only got that way because of steroids.'

'Do you think I'm a muscle head, Bill,' I asked. 'Oh, no, mistress, I love
your muscles,' he said. 'Do you think I'm sexy, Bill,' I asked. 'You're the
sexiest girl in the whole school, probably the whole town,' Bill said.

I unzipped my catsuit and peeled it down. 'Make love to me, Bill,' I said, and
he didn't hesitate getting out of his clothes. He worshipped my muscles and as
I lay there on the blanket, I flexed for him giving him a private show as I
loved to do.

He was a very attentive lover, kissing and stroking my clit with his tongue.
Finally I said, 'OK, Bill, I want your cock in me.' He entered me and I let my
vaginal muscles do all the work. They rhythmiclly pumped his shaft and as I
lay there with my hands behind my head, we both climaxed in unison.

Without me even asking, he knelt between my legs and sucked out his cum,
cleaning me with his tongue. I had trained him right, but soon he would be
gone. Off to college. I would need a new lover, a new slave.

And as I lay there I couldn't help but marvel at what a woman Genie Brown had
become. 'It's all about control', I thought, 'control over one's self and
control over others and I am a master of both.'

To be continued ...