Gina - Part 2
by covert.1@hotmail.com 



As a bit of a recap, I'm a muscle goddess. I became a muscle goddess through a
lot of hard work and, yes, taking a supplement that I developed and marketed.
I live in Southern California with my housemate, Allyson, a realtor. I'm 34
years old and very muscular with nineteen inch biceps. People have actually
stopped me to ask how big my biceps are. I don't mind really, but it does get
a bit tedious. Some people have asked me to pose with them. These are
generally either obese people or those who are very thin, but given the time,
I'm happy to oblige. Occasionally, I have a drunk or obnoxious person approach
me, and while I try not to get physical with them, sometimes they leave me no
choice. This is especially true with drunks. I have little tolerance for a
drunk who is trying to impress his or her friends while trying to humiliate me
and/or my friends.

"Hey, are you a bodybuilder or something?" the man said as he walked through
the parking lot. I had just come from the market in the opposite direction.
"No," I said, "I'm not a bodybuilder," trying to keep my answers short. "A
lumberjack?" he asked. I smiled slightly as I was wearing cutoff jean shorts,
a sleeveless plaid flannel shirt and ankle boots. "No, not a lumberjack
either," I responded. I suspected he came from the bar on the far side of the
parking lot as he looked a bit unsteady on his feet. "You sure are big," he
said as he got close, "How big are you?" "How tall am I," I asked, correcting
him, "I'm a little over six-foot tall." I smiled and pushed the door button on
my key fob. He stepped between me and my car. "Wow," he said, looking at me
from head to toe, "I've never seen anyone as big as you, guy or girl." I
smiled and said, "Thanks, ah, I have to be going," I said.

He rested his butt against the side of my car. "Excuse me," I said, now
getting a little irritated, "but that's my car you're leaning against." He
turned and looked at my car without removing himself from the door. "Nice," he
said as I reached for the door handle. "Can I feel your muscles," he asked and
quickly put his hand on my bicep. I pulled away and said, "Don't be an ass,
keep your hands to yourself." "Ah, come on, I'm sorry," he said, slurring his
words slightly, "I just wanted to see how big your arm is," and he tried to
touch me again. He pushed himself off of my car and took a step in my
direction. The punch I hit him with doubled him over and he sunk to his knees
and vomited on the pavement. I stepped back to avoid the mess.

"You're drunk," I said, "Get out of my way," and I put the sole of my boot on
his rib cage and pushed him over. He landed in his own vomit. I stepped around
him and the mess he had made and got in my car and backed out of the stall
leaving him lying there clutching his stomach, sobbing.

On another occasion, I was at a bar with Allyson and had gone to the restroom.
As I came out of a bathroom stall, two women were waiting for me. "See Linda,"
one of the women said to her friend, "I told you I saw a guy come in here." "I
didn't believe you, Carol," her friend said, "but I do now. Are you really a
guy or just a big dike?" "Look, why don't you girls just go back to your table
before someone gets hurt," I told them. "Oh, do you hear that Carol, big girl
here is going to hurt us," the one name Linda said. "I don't want any trouble,
so I'm going to ask you once again to leave me alone," I said. "Now what's the
fun in that," Linda said, "Let's see if those tits are real," and she reached
for my breast.

I caught her by the wrist and threw her towards her friend. The two collided,
but the restroom was small. I pushed them out of the way and was reaching for
the door handle when I felt one of the two put her hand on my shoulder. Rather
than risk taking the fight into the bar, I turned and said, "OK, girls, this
one is on you," and I slapped the one name Linda on her cheek. Carol threw a
punch that hit me in the arm and I pushed her into an empty toilet stall.
Linda, still reeling from the open-handed slap I had given her threw a punch
to my abs. As soon as she connected she regretted it, it was as if she had hit
a brick wall.

I laughed and said, "You two are wimps. Come on, I'll give each of you one
punch. Take your best shot because that's the only shot you're going to get."
I put my hands down and stood there. Carol came out of the stall quickly,
driving her fist into my mid-section. "Weak," I said, and chuckled, "What
about you Linda, ready to take another swing at me?" She was still cradling
her right hand in her left from her previous blow. "What's the matter, your
hand hurt?" I asked. She didn't move and I just stared at the pair. "That's
what I thought, just a couple of bullies," I said, "All talk and no action." I
knew if that didn't antagonize them, nothing would.

Linda grabbed for my throat with both hands and I caught her injured hand, her
right, in mine. I crushed her fingers and she let out a scream. She clutched
her right hand to her chest and headed for the door. I looked at Carol and
said, "Your turn, sweet cheeks," and grabbed the front of her sweater,
bunching it in my fist. I turned her toward the nearest toilet stall and she
began to scream. "No, wait, please, stop," she said. I pushed her into the
stall and then reached between her legs and lifted her off the ground. She put
a hand on each side of the toilet bowl but I continued to push down until she
could no longer resist. I held her head in the water for a minute, finally
lifting her free of the toilet. She sputtered and said, "You bitch!" wiping
the water from her eyes. I laughed, and walked out of the bathroom leaving the
wet Carol fuming.

But being a muscle goddess isn't all bad. I was lying in the backyard one
summer day when the doorbell rang. I grabbed my satin robe and padded into the
house to answer the front door. It was a delivery man dropping off something
for Allyson. "I have a delivery for Ally ... " he said looking up from his
routing slip. He mouthed the rest of what he was saying but no sound came out
as he looked at me standing, watching him, with my arm on the door jamb.

"I'm sorry, I didn't get all of that, but I suppose you want me to sign for
that package, right?" I asked. He was good looking with thick dark hair and a
nice build. Not as tall as me, but nearly six-foot tall. He handed me the
clipboard and I took it. He glanced from me to the clipboard and back again.
Finally, I said, "Pen?" He gave a quick smile, and then said, "Oh, right,
right, sorry," and took a pen out of his shirt pocket and handed it to me. I
signed next to a red 'X' and handed the pen and clipboard back to him. He
smiled showing even white teeth and handed me the box, perhaps eighteen inches
long and six inches square.

"Would you like some ice tea?" I asked. He glanced back at his truck against
the curb and then said, "Yes, that would be great." I stepped aside and let
him pass. He was wearing the company uniform; short pants, black socks, and a
button down shirt with the company logo on one breast pocket and his name,
'Bill' on the other.

"This way," I said "It's out on the patio." I lead the way and stepped through
the French doors. A tray with a pitcher of ice tea was on the table under an
umbrella along with several plastic glasses and a bucket with ice. "Help
yourself, Bill," I said and he cocked his head. I pointed to my right breast,
whose nipple was quite visible through the thin satin robe. He looked at his
right breast and his name tag and then smiled. "Oh, right, right," he said. He
poured himself a glass of tea and added several ice cubes. "Do you like it
sweet?" I asked. "No, this is fine," he said, and then added, "Allyson."

"Allyson is my roommate," I said, extending my hand, "I'm Gina." He shook my
hand, a nice firm grip. "Bill," he said. "Yes, I got that," I said, and he
blushed. "So, tell me, Bill, what's it like to deliver packages all day?" I
asked. He took a sip of tea and then said, "Boring, but it pays the bills,
what do you do?" I paused a minute and said, "I'm a chemist, but lately I've
just been working out and working on my tan," and I untied the sash holding my
robe together.

His ice tea glass was half-way to his lips as I shrugged out of my robe and he
dropped the plastic glass to the patio. It landed with a clatter sending his
ice tea under the table. "Oh, I'm sorry," he said, "I don't know what
happened." I laughed. "Silly boy," I said, "haven't you ever seen a naked
woman before?" "I, well, sure, I mean, I've never seen a woman as muscular as
you," he said. "That's sweet of you to say," I told him, "you do like girls
with muscles don't you?" "Well, I never knew one who had muscles like you," he
said with a smile. I ran a finger along his jaw line and then said, "Get
undressed." He blinked rapidly several times. "What?" he asked. "I said, get
undressed, Bill," I repeated, and then added, "Do you need some help?"

He shook his head and kicked off his shoes without untying them. Bill took his
socks off and then began unbuttoning his shirt. His tan arms gave way to a
fairly pale chest. His body needed some sun time. Finally he stood in the
shade of the umbrella clad only in a pair of briefs, the bulge made me anxious
with anticipation. I stepped forward and squatted in front of him, slipping a
finger on either side of his hips. As I lowered myself, I lowered his briefs
along his thighs. His penis sprang free. While not the largest I had had, he
certainly didn't have the smallest either.

Gently I took it in my hand and looked up to see Bill with his eyes closed and
his head tilted back. "Not yet, baby," I said, "I need you hard for a long
time." I kissed the head of his penis and stood up. "I'll be right back," I
said softly and padded to the house. I wasn't gone long, but I brought one of
my foot long dildos with me. Bill looked at the rubberized cock in my hand and
then at me. "Don't worry, baby, it's not for you," I said, chuckling, "I just
need to pleasure myself until I'm ready to come, you can help if you like." He
nodded quickly.

I lay on my chaise and said to him, "I need to stimulate my clit and
masturbate for an hour or more, but when I tell you to fuck me, I want you to
be ready, do you understand?" He nodded. "And don't play with yourself, I
don't want you to climax until I'm ready, got it?" I added. Again he nodded,
probably not believing what he was witnessing.

I teased my clit with both the rubberized cock and my fingers. Toying with my
labia, I slipped fingers into my vagina, stroking myself. "Hmm," I hummed,
"oh, yeah," I said, and turned a small switch on the rear of the dildo. The
machine hummed to life and I inserted it. I caught sight of Bill reaching for
his cock and I said sternly, "Not until I'm ready for you, big boy." I flexed
my muscles while I worked my pussy.

"Put some lotion on me, baby," I said. Bill retrieved the lotion from the
table and poured a little into his palm, then stood waiting. "My pussy," I
said, "Put it on my pussy." He knelt beside me and gently applied the lotion
to my mons, rubbing lightly at first. "Harder," I commanded and he rubbed
harder, working the lotion into my pubis. "More, baby, put some lotion on the
rest of my body." He applied lotion to my legs and feet, working his way up,
running his hands over my abs to my breasts. No longer did he touch me
lightly, but used what strength he had.

Finally, I knew I was nearing my climax. "It's time, Bill, I need you now," I
said, and he straddled my lounge and slid between my legs. He went in easily
and I said, "Let me do the work, baby," and I began to massage his shaft with
my vaginal muscles. I knew he wouldn't last so I clamped down and watched as
he grimaced. "Take your time, think of something far away," I said. I
continued to pump his shaft and finally I told him, "I'm ready, Bill, come
with me." We climaxed together, me milking him dry while my juices ran from my
pussy.

"You did well, baby," I said to the exhausted man on top of me, "you did
well." He was panting and I could feel his erection fading. I placed a hand on
either side of his ribs and lifted him off me. He stepped to the side of the
chaise and I sat up, picking up my dildo and switching it off. "Bravo!"
Allyson said, standing several feet away. I hadn't even been aware of her
presence. I looked at Bill who had cupped his genitals. I laughed and then
Allyson did as well and the man blushed.

"Who's your bashful friend," Allyson asked, looking at Bill. "This is Bill, he
came to drop off a package for you," I told her. "And then he what, just
came?" Allyson said, making a joke. I smiled, "Something like that," I said,
and again we both laughed. This was clearly embarrassing the man and I said to
him, "You don't need to cover your cock, baby; Allyson knows what one of those
looks like." He took his hands away and I turned back to Allyson who ran her
tongue over her lips. "If he can get it up," I said, "You can have him."

"What about it, stud," Allyson asked, "Can you?" He looked at her
questioningly as she kicked off her high heels and began to unbutton her
blouse. "Can you get it up?" she asked. As she unzipped her skirt, I glanced
over at his now semi-erect penis. "Well," I said, "It looks as if Bill is
ready for an encore performance."

Allyson padded to Bill and kissed him deeply on the lips, exploring his mouth
with her tongue. He cupped her butt and she lifted a leg as his now erect cock
slid into her pussy. The pair moved together while standing there, hips moving
in unison. It wasn't long, perhaps fifteen minutes, until they both climaxed.
'I don't understand how people can reach orgasm in such a short period of
time,' I thought. "Hmm," Allyson said, "That was nice, and I needed that, it's
been a bitch of a day. Thanks, ah, Bill is it?" He nodded.

There was a faint buzzing. Bill padded to his clothing and fished a cell phone
from his pocket. "Shit!" he exclaimed, "The office thinks I'm playing around."
Allyson laughed, "Well, that's one way of putting it." "You better get a move
on, Bill, thanks for taking care of my needs," I said smiling. "Will I see you
again," he asked. "Only if you have another delivery for me," Allyson said,
deflating his desire. "Look, Bill," I said, "Ally and I are not exclusive to
any one man or woman. When we have sex, it's just that, sex; not a
relationship, understand?" He nodded and began to dress quickly.

I walked Bill to the front door, not bothering with my robe. Once he left,
Allyson said, "This is for us." I turned and she was holding the box that Bill
had delivered, now open on one end. I looked in and it was a huge dildo,
perhaps four inches in diameter. "This strap-on is the closest thing to a man
yet," she said, "it actually ejaculates." Taking the cock by its head, I
pulled it from the box. The shaft was crisscrossed with veins and the head had
a hole where a urethra would be. A small button ran from the belt to the base
of the penis. I pressed it sending a stream of artificial cum arcing across
the floor. "Oh," Allyson said. "I love it," I told her, laughing, "I think I
just found my new boyfriend," and she laughed.

"If Bill knew what he had delivered, do you think he would have been
intimidated?" Allyson asked. "It would have underscored his short comings," I
said, "but he served a purpose. I hope he doesn't get fired for tending to our
needs." "Me too," Allyson replied.

That evening, we were eager to try out Allyson's new 'toy'. It performed
perfectly as did Allyson. While I managed to engulf the entire shaft, Allyson,
to her credit, managed half its length. As she lay nestled in my arms, kissing
my neck, she said, "I think I was a bit optimistic when I ordered that
strap-on." "That's OK, baby," I reassured her, "with a little practice, you'll
be able to handle it, until then, I promise to be gentle." "Thank you, Gina,"
she said, "I know you will."

Because of my size, both height and muscularity, finding clothing that fits is
difficult. That and the clothes that do fit are generally 'frumpy.' Generally
I like to show off my muscles, so I go by the old adage that 'less is more'.
Depending on where I'm going, I can be found in leggings, jean shorts,
micro-mini skirts or knee length dresses. Stilettos or high-heeled ankle boots
and sometimes cross trainers. I have one pair of lace up military boots that I
like to wear if I'm in the mood. I don't like riding boots or those that are
too tall as I love to show off my calves rather than hide them.

I found a custom dress maker in Santa Ana. Her store was small, filled with
bolts of materials, layout tables' dressing rooms and sewing machines. Maria
worked magic with a needle and thread. Maria was a petite Hispanic woman with
black hair and the deepest brown eyes. Lupe, her assistant, only spoke Spanish
and was under five foot tall, trim, with a dark complexion.

"Mistress Gina," Maria said as I walked in, a broad smile across her face,
"how nice to see you." "Thank you, Maria, it's good to see you too," I said,
"and Lupe, you too," I added. Lupe also smiled and nodded, standing behind her
employer. "How may we help you, Mistress Gina?" Maria asked.

"I'm going to a company party with my roommate, Allyson," I said, "I need an
outfit that will knock their socks off but is tasteful at the same time. What
can you suggest?" Maria smiled; Maria always smiled when I asked for her help.
"Is this party formal or casual," Maria asked. "Casual," I said, "It's on a
boat." "With your coloring mistress, I think something in white," Maria said,
"something that accentuates your muscles." I liked the sound of that. "Lupe,
me traen la nueva tela blanca," she said, 'bring the white material', and her
assistant scurried off. Soon there were four bolts of fabric on the layout
table.

Maria placed a hand on one bolt. "This is new, we just got it, it will fit you
like a second skin without anyone being able to see through it," she said. "I
was thinking of this one for a jacket," she said touching another bolt,
"Sleeveless of course so that everyone can see those magnificent arms." "But
if you like something a little more, how you would say, conventional," she
said, touching the next two bolts, "Then these are for you." "I'll go with
your recommendations," I said, "Let's go with the first two." "Bueno," Maria
said, then, "Good, now I just need to take some measurements, please get
undressed, you may use the dressing room."

Maria's dressing rooms were spacious, but I said, "That won't be necessary,
Maria," and began taking my clothes off. "As you wish, mistress," Maria said,
"Lupe, bloquear las puertas por favor," 'please lock the doors', and Lupe
locked the front and rear doors as I undressed.

Maria removed the tape measure from around her neck and stood studying me.
"Have I grown that much, Maria?" I asked. "I believe you have, mistress," she
said moving a step stool between us with her foot, "but the tape will tell,"
she said, laughing. Maria was efficient, taking measurements and reading them
off to Lupe in Spanish. Once she was finished, she looked up at me, glancing
at Lupe, and said, "Mistress, my associate has had some problems with her
boyfriend. He is, how you say, abusive. He hits her." I looked at Lupe who was
busy jotting notes in a notebook, not paying attention to Maria and I. "How
long has this been going on," I asked getting dressed. "Perhaps two, maybe
three weeks," Maria said. "Has she gone to the police," I asked. "Oh, no,
mistress," Maria said, "The police would do nothing, besides, she says she
loves him, but he is a worthless gang-banger."

I thought for a moment and said, "Write down his address. I'll pay 'Mr.
Wonderful' a little visit." "Please, mistress, if you do this, be careful, he
is mean, he does drugs," Maria said, "and he lives with her," nodding towards
Lupe. This gave me a little pause. I glanced at the clock on the wall as Maria
wrote the address on a slip of paper. "Is he always at the house?" She nodded.
"Will you and Lupe be working on my outfit for a while?" I asked. She smiled
and said, "We could." I nodded and she said to Lupe, "Tenemos que trabajar
hasta tarde esta noche, Lupe, Amante Gina necesitar# esta r#pidamente." Lupe
nodded and smiled at me weakly.

"Very well," I said, taking the address from Maria, "I will see you later.
Buenos tardes, Lupe," I said, and left.

The address Maria had given me wasn't far from the shop. It was on a narrow
street in downtown Santa Ana. The wood frame home was small, but no shabbier
than those that flanked it. A car was in the driveway, one axel on wooden
blocks, and its wheel lying in the grass to one side. I parked on the street,
checking the rearview mirrors before exiting the car. I strode to the front
door and wrapped on the screen. No one answered and I knocked again. I heard
the floor creak from within and the sound of a deadbolt being thrown. The door
opened several inches. "S#?" a female voice said. "Is Hector here?" I asked.
Maria had written Lupe's boyfriends name on the slip of paper. "Just a
minute," the girl said turning away from the door.

"Hector, it's for you," she called. I opened the screen door and pushed the
front door in, nearly knocking the girl to the floor. "Hey, puta," she said,
catching herself on a chair. I glanced at the girl and noticed the glassy eyes
with dilated pupils. 'Stoned,' I thought.

A skinny Hispanic came through the door to the living room. He was wearing a
'wife beater' T-shirt, his arms heavily tattooed. "What is it, bitch," he
managed to get out before he saw me standing there. "Who are you?" he asked
looking at me from head to foot. "Let's just say I'm here to deliver a
message," I replied. He pulled a knife from his pocked and pushed the button
on the side. The six inch blade sprang to life.

"Are you from the 'Eighteenth Street' gang?" he asked. I laughed, "No, I'm
not, now why don't you put the knife away before you cut yourself." He held
the knife in front of him, making small circular motions. "I think I'll just
hang on to the knife until you tell me who you are and what you want, puta,"
he said. "Who I am," I said, "isn't important, Hector, but what is important
is that you not beat up on Lupe." "So that bitch sent you," he said, "I knew
she was trouble."

"Hector, baby," the girl said staggering towards him, "I told you to get rid
of her." "Yea, Lexi, you tell me," he said, "but Lupe and I have a thing, ya'
know." "Oh, baby," Lexi slurred, "you and I have a thing, Lupe is an old
lady," and she half stumbled as she put her arms around Hector's neck.

I lunged for the pair, my forward momentum carrying all three of us to the
floor. Lexi was between Hector and me. Lexi shrieked, Hector yelled, "Get off
me, bitch!" and lashed out with his switchblade. The blade caught me on the
left cheek. I quickly grabbed his wrist before he could do more damage,
snapping a bone with little effort.

Hector howled in pain. "You broke my wrist," he screamed, rolling out from
under Lexi, who was trying to get out of the way. Hector had dropped the knife
and I quickly got to my feet and kicked it under the sofa.

Touching my cheek, my fingers came away bloodied. Clutching his wrist with his
good hand Hector backed through the doorway, I followed. In the small hallway
that led presumably to the bedrooms, I grabbed his shoulder and spun him
around holding the man to my chest. He struggled to free himself as I
tightened my arms across his chest. Leaning close to his ear, I said softly,
"I'm going to snap a few ribs, little man, crush your cajones, and then toss
you out on the front lawn so the neighbors can see what a big man you are."

Hector was trying to catch his breath as he struggled against me while I held
him to my chest. The fight was going out of him when I heard a rib snap. If he
had any oxygen left in his lungs he would have screamed but since he was
nearly out of breath, he could only manage a sob. The second and then a third
rib followed. I was enjoying this, so much so that I forgot about the girl,
Lexi.

Lexi entered the small hallway and jumped on my back, hitting me on the
shoulders and head. I tried to throw her off, but she grabbed a fistful of my
hair and hung on. I ran backwards smashing the woman into the wall. "Aww," she
cried as her head made contact with the wall and let go of my hair. I threw
Hector against the wall, his face hitting it before he could break his impact.
He too slumped to the floor.

I was breathing hard and touched my cheek where Hector had gotten lucky with
his knife. My fingers came away bloody. Mad, I grabbed Hector's balls and
squeezed. He came awake with a start and let out a loud croak, his lungs still
not entirely filled. "You bastard," I said, "You cut me."

I picked him off the floor with one hand on his waistband and the other the
neck of his wife-beater and carried him to the living room. I dropped him as
if he were a sack of potatoes. He didn't move. 'Bastard,' I thought, 'he'll
live, but he won't have an urge to screw around for a while,' and chuckled as
I put my foot on his scrotum and pressed, my stiletto impaling his sac.

Done with Hector, I stepped into the hallway to check on Lexi. She was lying
face down on the hardwood floor. I heard a car stop in the driveway. 'Lupe', I
thought, and went to the living room to wait. I watched through the living
room window. She was not alone, Maria was with her.

"#Qu' es lo que est# pasando aqu#?" Lupe asked as she came through the front
door and saw Hector spread eagle on the living room carpet, a dark stain at
his crotch. Maria said, "She wants to know what happened." "Tell her that I
came to talk to Hector and he and Lexi were doing drugs," I said. Maria nodded
and said to Lupe, "H'ctor y Lexi estaban haciendo las drogas." "Lexi," Lupe
asked. Just then the young woman came through the doorway, holding on to the
door jamb.

"Puta!" Lupe screamed and attacked the woman. I looked at Maria who shrugged
and said, "She's Hector's ex-girlfriend, a stripper from a club in downtown
Santa Ana." "Apparently she's not totally out of the picture," I said as the
two women pulled each other's hair and tried to rip one another's clothes off,
yelling in Spanish. Maria pulled on Lupe and me on Lexi separating the two.

Once the women had been separated, Maria said, "Mistress, you're bleeding."
"It's nothing, Maria," I said, "Hector got lucky with his knife." "A knife,"
Maria said, "You will need stitches." "It will be all right," I said.

Lexi looked at Hector on the floor. "Bastard," she said, and then glancing at
Lupe, said, "H'ctor me dijo que usted y 'l se rompi#." I looked to Maria. "She
said that Hector lied and said Lupe and he was no longer seeing each other.
"Me dijo lo mismo de usted," Lupe said. "Lupe said, that Hector told her the
same thing," Maria told me.

"Well, I'm going to be going," I said, "It looks like these two aren't going
to kill each other." "No," Maria said, "You better have that cut tended to on
your way home." "I will," I lied, and left.

Once I got home, I had Allyson disinfect it and put a butterfly band aid on
the cut. I told her what had happened. "Oh, baby," Allyson said, running her
hand across my cheek, "You're so brave." I laughed, "And maybe just a little
stupid," I said.

We made passionate love multiple times that night. Allyson is a great lover
and her stamina has increased. She takes my Fem-Ex capsules and has been
working out. I just love the feel of her body on mine as I lay on the satin
sheets.

If you enjoyed this adventure of Gina, please let me know at
covert.1@hotmail.com

Thank you,

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