Gina - Part 3
by covert.1@hotmail.com 
This story is graphic in nature and may deal with, among other topics; muscle worship, domination, sexual situations and in some instances, brutality.  Character’s language may be explicit.  Please read at your own discretion.


Muscle Fan

Allyson and I have been living together for almost a year now and this
arrangement has proved to be mutually beneficial. When either of us feels the
need for male companionship, we respect each other's privacy or we share,
depending on the man and whether he's capable of satisfying us both. Quite
often he isn't, but on rare occasions, he is.

Allyson brought Brian home one evening. She met Brian at an open house. Like
Allyson, Brian is a real estate agent, but at another firm. Brian has dark
thick hair and a pleasant smile, and, of course, a body that has been honed by
hours in the gym. She knew that I would like him, and she was right.

"I'm glad you asked me come by for a drink," Brian said, sitting next to
Allyson on the couch, his wine glass in his hand. "It wasn't too forward of
me, was it," Allyson asked. "No, no, not at all," he said, sitting his wine
glass on an end table, "It's nice to know a woman who knows what she wants."
"Do you like women who are dominant in relationships, Brian," I asked. I was
sitting in an arm chair to Brian's right. "Well," he said and paused, "I
suppose, although I haven't known many." "Many, Brian, or any," I asked. Brian
blushed and said, "You're right, I haven't known any."

I flexed my calves and then my quads watching Brian's expression. Allyson knew
what I was doing and smiled. I love to tease our guests. I drew a finger along
one of my largest veins, more to draw attention to it than to please myself. I
noticed Brian's eyes widen as he watched my finger disappear under the hem of
my short skirt.

"Would you like to go in the spa, Brian," Allyson asked getting to her feet.
"Well, ah, I didn't bring a bathing suit," he said, tearing his eyes away from
my legs. "Oh, don't be silly, Brian," Ally said, slipping off her pumps, "Gina
and I never wear bathing suits." Brian's eyes widened and I chuckled.
"Really?" he asked. I stood up and began to undress, "Really," I said, pulling
my T-shirt over my head, "but if you don't want to join us, you can stay in
here and drink alone."

Brian was on his feet in an instant as I knew he would be. "You, ah, you
really have muscles, Gina," Brian said, pulling his polo shirt over his head.
"Uh-huh," I said, unbuttoning my skirt and stepping out of it, "does that
bother you?" Allyson was now naked and stood next to me.

'She's showing improvement with her muscular development,' I thought, 'and
I've noticed her stamina has improved.'

"Ah, no, it doesn't bother me," Brian answered. I chuckled and said, "It
bothers most men that my muscles are bigger than theirs." Allyson ran her hand
over my bicep and I flexed it for her. My nineteen inch arms are deeply cut,
with large veins running across the muscles. Allyson kissed my bicep and then
touched my muscle mound with her tongue before moving behind me. Because of
our height difference, I could feel her abs on my butt. She put her arms
around my waist and ran her fingertips across my abs and down to my pussy.
'She loves to make love to my muscles,' I thought, 'but I think she's doing
this show for Brian to arouse him.'

"Hmm, baby," I said, "I think you're making Brian hard." Allyson looked around
me and Brian blushed. "Sorry Brian," Allyson said, "When Gina is naked, I
can't seem to keep my hands off of her." She touched my clit with the tip of
her forefinger. My clit, when aroused, is nearly three inches, and Allyson's
touch was getting me hard. "Doesn't she have a fantastic body?" Allyson asked.
Brian nodded, his eyes wide watching me.

"Come here, Brian," I said. He stepped toward me. "Closer," I said. Again, he
stepped closer. "Good, now get down on your knees and suck my clit." He
blinked several times and I said more forcefully, "Get on your knees now,
Brian and suck my clit!" He slowly got to his knees and took my clit between
his thumb and forefinger. "Stroke me, baby, stroke my she-cock," I said.
Slowly he stroked my clit and I felt my clitoral erection. "Hmm," I moaned,
"Take me in your lips." As he did, Allyson, reaching around me, ran her
fingers through his hair as she pressed against my butt while holding Brian
against my pelvis. 'I could ride his face hard or soft,' I thought, and the
thought of grinding my pussy into his handsome face was almost overwhelming
but I resisted. He wasn't as good as Ally but I love having my clit sucked.
Brian drew me in between his lips and then would pull back all the while
running his tongue around my shaft.

"That's it baby," I said, "Gina wants to come. Suck me, suck me hard." I
thrust, my mind centered on my clit and the pleasure I was feeling. "Hmm," I
moaned, "that's it, that's it, harder." I climaxed, and holding his mouth
against my labia, I said, "Drink that cum, baby, and take it all." At first I
thought he'd choke, but he swallowed and then swallowed again, taking my
juices in gulps.

I stepped away from Brian and said, "Thank you, baby, I needed that," and ran
a finger across his lips, lifting a droplet of my cum on one fingertip. "Hmm,"
I hummed as I licked my fingertip, "I love my cum, don't you?" He nodded, but
looked drained with beads of sweat dotting his forehead and the bridge of his
nose. "I think you need a dip in the pool, honey," I said, "and then maybe
Ally can take care of that erection of yours." Brian blushed once again as he
got to his feet, making no move to try to cover his erection.

We walked out to the pool, where Allyson and I stepped into the spa while
Brian waded into the shallow end of the pool.

"Hmm, this feels good on my muscles," I said to Allyson as I shrugged and
alternately tightened and loosened my trapezius muscles. "It does," she
agreed, flexing her bicep and admiring the resultant bulge. "Thank you for
telling me about Fem-Ex and working with me on my workouts, I think I'm
beginning to see some results," she said. "I can see that your hard work has
paid off," I said, "six-pack abs and some definition in your arms, you're
looking good, Ally, really good." "Thanks," she said, and then asked, "What do
you think of Brian?" "What do you mean?" I asked, "As a steady boyfriend?" She
nodded her head. "You know me, baby," I said, "I don't want to be tied to one
guy or girl, for that matter, but it's up to you, just don't rush into
anything, see how he performs," I cautioned her. She looked at Brian swimming
laps in the pool and then said, "You're probably right, he'd probably get
jealous of our relationship." "Probably," I agreed.

Brian got out of the pool, his erection gone. He stepped into the spa. "Feel
better?" Allyson asked him. "Yes, thank you," he said. "Good," Ally replied as
she got up from next to me and waded across to Brian. He stood motionless as
Allyson ran a hand down his stomach and along his flaccid penis. Brian cupped
her breasts, twisting her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. 'Allyson
has marvelous nipples,' I thought. Within a minute, Brian was hard once again,
his cock approximately seven inches. Allyson stroked him slowly.

"Take me, Brian," Allyson said, "I want you inside me." He looked at me and I
shrugged. "Gina doesn't mind," Allyson said. She wrapped her legs around his
waist and the two moved in concert. Brian's pace quickened and as I watched,
his back arched and his butt tightened. He had climaxed. I saw the
disappointment on Ally's face as he withdrew and sat on the bench in the spa
starring at the water. I smiled at her and gave her shoulder a squeeze, "I'll
be back," I said and stepped out of the spa. She knew where I was going, we
had lived together long enough.

When I returned, Allyson was sitting by Brian, who looked as if he was ready
to fall asleep. 'If anything will wake him up, this will,' I thought as I
stepped into the spa, my strap on dildo firmly in place. The phallus was flesh
colored, a considerably paler shade than my dark skin tone, and ten inches in
length. The moment I stepped into the spa, Brian's eyes widened. I glanced at
him and said softly, "You disappointed her, baby; let me show you how we make
love." I lifted Ally onto the side of the spa and knelt on the seat. My hips
were the right height and I poised the tip of the strap on between her labia.
Slowly I pushed until she had taken half of the shaft.

"I love to fuck Allyson, Brian," I said crudely, "and she loves it when I give
her all ten inches of me." I began to slowly thrust and then withdraw, taking
my time. Allyson threw her head back and moaned. "See, this is how you make
love to a woman, little man, this is what real women want," I said. "Hmm," she
said, "yes, Gina, yes," as I thrust deeper. I would trust perhaps seven inches
and withdraw slightly, pleasuring my partner.

I chuckled and said, "Do you like my cock, Ally, does it please you?" She
licked her lips and between breaths said, "Yes, mistress, please don't stop."
I chuckled again and then looked at Brian who was now standing with his
semi-erect penis in his hand. "Go on, wimp, watch and play with yourself." I
held her hips and quickened the rhythm as I sunk the dildo deeper and deeper.
"Hmm," she said, "that's it, that's it, yes, oh, yes!" She erupted, a stream
of ejaculate hitting my abs. "Hmm," she said panting, "thank you, mistress."

I turned to Brian and said, "Lick this clean," holding the dildo. He looked
down at the rubberized shaft, glistening with Ally's cum and sat back on the
bench. He ran his tongue along the shaft, licking his lips. "Good boy," I
said, "be sure to lick her cum off of my abs as well." He drew his tongue
across my abs; lapping Allyson's cum from my six-pack and then kissed my
navel.

I don't know whether it is the Fem-Ex, Allyson telling me that she was
interested in this guy or the heavy weights I've been lifting, but I felt I
needed to discipline Brian, control him and humiliate him. I turned him and
poised the head of my strap on at his ass. "Do you want me, bitch," I asked,
"Do you want to see what a muscle woman can do to you?" "N-no," he said
softly, "No, please don't Gina." I laughed and thrust my hips sending several
inches of the dildo into his ass. "It's Mistress Gina to you, bitch. You're my
little bitch, aren't you," I said. "Y-yes," he said holding on to the side of
the spa. I eased forward until I was past his sphincter and I bent forward and
whispered in his ear, "Let me hear you say my name, sissy-boy, let me hear you
beg." "Pl-please, Mistress Gina, stop, please stop," and he began to sob.

I pulled the dildo free and still leaning over his back said, "You're mine
now, do you understand? Any time I want, you are mine." "Yes, mistress," he
said between sobs. "Good," I said, standing up and unsnapping the strap on. I
laid it on the deck next to Brian and said, "Lick this clean, bitch, and quit
your sniveling or I'll put my toy back on and give you all of it." He sobbed
and nodded and then said softly, "Yes mistress."

"See, baby," I said to Allyson, "You need a real man, not some pansy-ass."
"You're right, mistress," Ally said to me and then to Brian, she said, "Go
home, Brian, crawl into bed and masturbate thinking of me, but tomorrow, I
want you to clean that house I'm showing in Laguna Beach before I get there,
do you understand?" "Yes, Allyson," he said. She quickly grabbed his cock and
scrotum and said, "Call me Mistress Allison when we're alone, bitch, or I'll
crush this puny cock of yours." He looked as if he would cry, but managed to
say, "Yes, Mistress Allyson." "Good, good," she said, "Now run along and I'll
see you tomorrow."

Once he was gone, Allyson said, "I don't know what I was thinking, Gina, I
thought Brian would make a great boyfriend." "A boyfriend that you don't
need," I said. She scowled. "Come on, let's shower and then I'll massage those
muscles of yours," I said, "and I'll make you forget about Brian, at least
until tomorrow." We laughed as we got out of the pool and padded into the
house.

Brian eventually proved to be a worthwhile asset for Allyson, cleaning and
prepping her houses prior to her open houses and then cleaning up after she
was done. As compensation, she would have Brian over to the house where she
would allow him to worship her muscles, paint her nails, and pleasure her
orally as well as clean our bathrooms, empty the trash and wash our cars.

Occasionally I would allow him to worship my calf muscles while I stroked his
cock using my toes. He was also permitted to lick our dildo after we had sex,
but that was only if he did a good job cleaning the house.

The cut on my cheek healed leaving a one inch crescent shaped scar. I vowed to
not be as careless next time when facing a man or woman with a knife.

The day of Allyson's company sponsored party arrived. Maria and Lupe made me a
wonderful outfit to wear on the ship. It was Lupe's ex-boyfriend, Hector, who
had cut me, but he had paid the price. The material was white and fit my body
like a glove. The micro-mini skirt barely covered me and the halter top ended
just below my breasts leaving my entire abs to be admired.

Allyson wore white silk lounging pajama pants and an emerald green silk
blouse. Her tan legs, butt and pelvis were somewhat visible through the sheer
material.

Brian went with Allyson and me acting as our driver/escort for the day.

From the moment we dropped the car at the valet station, all eyes were on us.
Both men and women, clients and staff, everyone watched as we walked up the
gangway and made our rounds throughout the ship, never staying too long with
any one group or another.

The ship pulled away from the dock and into Newport Harbor making for the
Pacific beyond the breakwater. The day was warm and clear. Perfect weather for
catching sight of dolphins or perhaps a whale, however, everyone seemed to be
interested in Allyson and me. We were not strangers to such attention.

Allyson introduced me to John Randall, the owner of the real estate company
that she worked for and his wife, Joan. John and Joan were in their late
fifties or early sixties but had obviously taken care of themselves. John was
tall and tan with grey hair and a terrific smile. Joan had dark hair, an
equally brilliant smile and was petite.

"So, Allyson told me that you and she are roommates, is that right, Gina?"
John asked. "Yes, yes it is," I said. "Are you two lovers," Joan asked
pointedly. "Joan," John said, "That's none of our concern." Joan was not to be
silenced. "I meant no disrespect, dear," she said to me ignoring her husband's
reprimand, "in today's world, one just doesn't know." I smiled at Joan. "Let's
just say that Allyson and I enjoy each other's company, but we enjoy the
company of men as well." Joan smiled and said, "Yes, that handsome man you
came with, no doubt." "That handsome man came with us," I corrected, "but yes,
we enjoy his company as well." 'A bit of a stretch,' I thought, 'but not far
from the truth.' "Well, welcome aboard," John said, "Perhaps Joan will show
you around the ship." "I'd love to," Joan said, "If you'd like to see the
'Mistress Joan.'

We followed Joan down a stairwell to a lower deck. "This is where the
staterooms, library, and dining room are," Joan said, "On the lower deck are
the gym, sauna and meeting rooms." "If you don't mind, Joan," I asked, "Did
John say the name of the ship was the 'Mistress Joan'?" "Yes, I tried to talk
him out of it, but he just wouldn't hear of it," she said. "So this is John's
ship," Ally asked. "Why yes, I thought you two knew that, John and mine and he
named it after me, that bastard," Joan said.

By then we were in front of a set of double doors. Joan took a key from her
pocket and unlocked the door. We entered a large suite dominated by a king
size bed, decorated in pastel shades of blue, green and beige. "This is the
master suite, I keep it locked just so none of the guests use the loo or go
sneaking about," Joan said with a chuckle. I looked at the ceiling which was
nearly all beveled mirror. "Yes, well, that," Joan said, following my gaze,
"John and I like to watch, if you know what I mean." I laughed and said,
"Allyson and I have never had sex on a bed with a mirror above it, have we
Ally?" "No, never," she replied eyeing the mirror.

There was a long pause and then Joan said, "Well, why don't you try it." "Oh,
no, we couldn't," I said. "I insist," Joan said, "Really." 'Why didn't that
surprise me?' I thought. I looked at Allyson and she smiled. "Alright, but
you'll join us, won't you?" Allyson asked. "Oh, I don't think so," Joan
balked, "I'll just watch," and as if to underscore her statement, she sat on a
chaise along a near wall. "Why 'Mistress Joan'," I asked, unzipping my skirt.
I let it fall to the plush carpet and Joan looked at me, her mouth agape. "Ah,
John calls me that, Mistress Joan," she said, "ah, it's what I require. My
God, Gina, you're magnificent." I smiled and said, "I'm big, I know; would you
like to suck my clit, Joan?"

The woman ran her tongue over her lips and nodded, while I removed my halter
top. I picked up my skirt and place it along with my top on a chair. Allyson
had untied her pants and removed her blouse and pants. "Here, let me help you,
Joan," Allyson said, beginning to undress our hostess as she stood up from the
lounge chair.

Allyson removed Joan's blouse and unzipped her skirt. She wore pantyhose and
Allyson carefully pulled them down Joan's legs. Next, I unfastened her bra and
slid her silk panties down her legs. A tan line ran across her butt and a
strap mark marred her back. I stepped close and reached in front of her
cupping her breasts. I was pleasantly surprised to feel the firmness although
I knew they had been cosmetically enhanced. Taking Joan by her shoulders, I
turned her towards me and she looked up at me. I smiled and gently pushed on
her shoulders until she was on her knees. "Go on, Joan, suck my clit," I said
softly.

Joan was masterful, rolling my clit between her lips, and pulling on the head
of my shaft. I felt myself being brought to an orgasm as I stood, savoring the
sensation. As I climaxed, Joan clenched my butt in strong hands, taking all of
me.

As my shuddering subsided, Joan looked up at me and said, "You were quick,
Gina," and gave me a slight smile. 'Normally I can hold off climaxing for an
hour or more,' I thought, 'but with Joan, I couldn't hold back.' Joan stood
up, running her tongue slowly over her lips, and then she chuckled.

"You asked about the name of the ship," Joan said, putting her hands on her
hips, "it wasn't really John's idea to call it the 'Mistress Joan', it was
mine. Besides being my husband, John is my boy-toy, but you must not tell
anyone. John has a reputation to keep up, do you understand?" "We understand,"
I said. "I understand," Allyson said, "your secret is safe with us." "Good,
good, men are such prima donnas," Joan said, "Everyone thinks of John as being
the corporate genius, the macho man, but really he's a pussy. He does what I
tell him." I nodded in understanding.

Joan walked to a built in cupboard along one wall and opened the double doors.
There on hooks and shelves were numerous dildos, strap-on, crops, whips, gags
and restraints. 'This would put a sex shop to shame,' I thought as I examined
the toys. "Take your pick, Gina," Joan said, "Like I said earlier, I want to
see the two of you together." 'Clearly Joan was accustomed to being in
control,' I thought. I selected a large strap-on and handed it to Allyson. She
immediately fastened the strap around her waist and legs.

I lay on the bed and enjoyed being impaled by the rubberized phallic. For
twenty minutes Allyson brought me closer to an orgasm. I glanced over to the
chaise where Joan sat, teasing her own clit with a vibrating dildo.

My breathing came in rapid gulps as I neared climax. I glanced to my right as
Joan climaxed, sending a small geyser of cum arcing from her pussy. With her
final thrusts, Allyson too climaxed as did I.

There was a light knock on the door and then John stepped into the room. He
glanced back at the door, clearly ill at ease by the sight of the three of us
naked. "I'm sorry," he said, "ah, I wondered where you had gotten off to,
Joan," and cleared his throat, and studied the carpet.

"Where I had gotten off to," Joan repeated, "You know how much I hate your
work parties and you know that I need sex, so I thought I'd slip away with
Allyson and Gina and kill two birds with one stone, so to speak." He never
made eye contact with his wife, but kept his gaze downward. "Yes, dear," John
said. "Any way," Joan went on, "I masturbated while I watched Allyson pleasure
Gina." John glanced at Allyson standing there with the strap-on still in
place, the ten-inch cock shiny with my cum.

"Clean that off, John, I know you want to," Joan told her husband. He turned
his head quickly, looking at his wife. "Go on," she repeated. Without saying a
word or protesting, her millionaire spouse sunk to his knees in front of Ally
and began to lick my cum from the dildo. Joan chuckled and said, "He's a good
man, a good provider and a great lover, but he needs to be told what to do and
when to do it." I began to dress as did Joan. The older woman did not put her
pantyhose on or her bra.

Once we were dressed, Joan told John, "That's enough, baby, we need to get
back to the party," and then turning to me, she handed me the key to their
bedroom and said, "Lock up when you and Ally are done; come along John," and
the pair left to rejoin their guests.

"Did you expect that?" I asked when we were alone. Allyson shook her head.
"I'd never met Joan before," Allyson said, "but I'm definitely surprised about
John," as she unfastened the strap-on. "There's more men that want to be
dominated by powerful women than you would think," I told her taking the dildo
from her and putting it back in the cabinet. "Probably half the men and women
upstairs want to be dominated," I said, "and maybe some are by their
girlfriends or wives." "You're probably right," Allyson said as she buttoned
her blouse, "they certainly can't keep their eyes off of you," and she
chuckled. I joined her and said, "Who needs them when I have you," and put my
palm against her cheek. She took my hand and said, "I love you, mistress."

That night after we had pulled back to the dock and the last of the guests had
left, Joan said to me, "Gina, John wants to be with you, would you do that for
me?" "Are you sure, Joan?" I asked. "Yes," she said, "he deserves a 'treat',
if you know what I mean." "And I'm the 'treat'?" I asked. She laughed and
said, "So to speak."

Downstairs in the master stateroom, I undressed, my back toward John. When I
turned, I was surprised that he had not removed his clothes. His eyes were
downcast as they had been previously. "Look at me," I said. Slowly he looked
up, meeting my gaze. I did a double bicep pose and asked, "Do you like my
muscles, John?" "Y-yes," he said. "Come here and feel them," I told him.
Slowly he approached until he was standing in front of me. "Touch them," I
said and he placed a hand on each of my biceps. His touch was feather light. I
gripped his shirt and tore it open at the chest, buttons flying to the floor.
John had a nice chest with a dusting of grey hair. "Get those pants off, let's
see what sort of cock you have, little man," I said.

Without breaking eye contact, he unfastened his belt, unbuttoned and unzipped
his pants and allowed them to fall to the floor. I put the palm of my hand
against his crotch not expecting to find much. Too my surprise, John was well
endowed and not yet with a solid erection. "Well," I said, "that surprises
me." He smiled and said, "I hope I don't disappoint you, mistress." "You won't
as long as you can last two hours," I told him. A disappointed look crossed
his face and I said, "OK, I'll make it quick, you only need to keep it hard
for an hour and a half," and chuckled. He didn't laugh with me.

I treated John to a muscle show; flexing and shaking my quads, tensing my
trapezius muscles and tightening and relaxing my abs. I turned and flexed my
lats. When I turned to face him again, he was erect, a marvelous eleven
inches. "Now I see why Joan says that you're a great lover," I said, and took
his hand and led him to the bed, where I pushed him onto his back.

Staring up at me, I straddled his pelvis and lowered myself onto his erection.
"Hmm," I moaned as I took him in, "nice." I was gentle, rising up and down
slowly before stopping. "I'm going to show you something, or rather let you
experience something," I said, "I'm going to milk your cock with just my
vaginal muscles, John. Can Joan do that?" He shook his head. I smiled and
said, "Good, then you're in for a treat. Just lay back and enjoy the ride."

I tensed my vaginal muscles ever so lightly so as not to cause John any
discomfort as they tightened around his cock. I then 'undulated' my muscles
giving him the sensation of stroking his penis. "Do you like that, Johnny?" I
asked. "Y-yes," he said, clearly aroused. "Hmm, so do I," I said, tightening
my muscles a little more. "That's not too tight is it, baby?" I asked. "Ah,
no, mistress," he said. I chuckled and said, "Good."

I rode his cock another ten minutes and tightened my muscles around his penis
again, now lifting myself and then setting back down on his thighs. I watched
his face as I tightened my hold on his shaft once more. His eyes were shut
tight trying to blot out the discomfort. I laughed out loud and he briefly
opened his eyes. "Hmm," I told him, "I want to crush your cock, baby, would
you like that, do you want Mistress Gina to show you what her pussy muscles
can do?" He didn't say anything only shook his head. "Please, mistress,
please," he pleaded, "Don't crush my cock." I laughed once more and said, "But
it feels so good," and tightened my muscles once again. I rose up on my knees
two, then three more times, lowering myself after each time.

I released my hold on his cock and swung my leg over him. His penis was blood
red as I took it in my hand and stroked him. He climaxed almost instantly, a
small geyser of cum arcing into the air, slowing to a trickle. "Good boy," I
said as his cum ran down his shaft and onto his pelvis, pooling at its base.

Joan and Allyson were in the ships sauna. "How long have you and John been
married?" Allyson asked. "Eighteen years now," Joan said. "How did you meet?"
Ally asked. Joan looked at her for a long moment and then shrugged and said,
"John was married at the time to a mouse of a woman. He called me up and we've
been together ever since." "What do you mean, he called you up?" Allyson
persisted. "At the time I was providing a service for select clients," Joan
said, "Domination, mostly, anyway, like I said, John was married but needed
discipline and I provided it."

Allyson studied the older woman who said, "I was in great shape back then. Men
and some women paid good money for my services." "You're in great shape,
Joan," Allyson said, laying her hand on Joan's. "Thank you for saying that,
Allyson," Joan said, "but I'm afraid some of the tone has gone out of this old
body it doesn't look like yours any longer." "You may want to try Fem-Ex, Gina
invented it," Ally said, "I take it and with regular workouts, feel one
hundred percent better and look the best I ever have." "Hmm," Joan mused,
"perhaps I'll give that a try. You say Gina invented it?" "Yes, she was a
chemist but now she's an entrepreneur," Allyson said, "she dabbles in a little
bit of everything."

"She has the most fantastic body I've ever seen," Joan commented, "and she
seems strong." Allyson chuckled "She is strong. Those muscles aren't just for
show. I've seen her bench press nearly six hundred pounds. I think her Fem-Ex
works."

With two fingers, I swabbed John's cum from the base of his shaft and held it
to his lips. "You need to clean up your mess, Johnny-boy," I said. He took it
and swallowed. I wiped the rest from his pelvis and fed it to him.

He lifted himself up on his elbows and studied me. "You're magnificent,
mistress," he said. I chuckled. "Thank you, John," I replied, "I hope you
enjoyed yourself and the muscle show." "I did," he said and reached out to
touch my cheek. He ran his thumb over the scar.

I smiled and said, "A present from an upset boyfriend." "I take it you and he
are no longer together," John asked. "Oh, not my boyfriend," I said, "a
friends boyfriend." John nodded and asked, "What happened to him?" I laughed
and said, "Let's just say, he paid for cutting me, do you think I should see a
plastic surgeon?" He studied my face and said, "No, it adds character."

'Character,' I thought, 'perhaps, but I'll keep it as a reminder to never let
it happen again.'

Joan leaned forward and kissed Allyson on the lips, parting her lips and
exploring with her tongue. When they parted, Allyson stood and embraced Joan,
slowly brushing her breasts against Joan's. The older woman's nipples
responded and Allyson bent and took one between her lips, sucking and pulling
the nipple, finally biting gently.

Their bodies drenched in sweat, Allyson and Joan lay on one of the wooden
pallets in the sauna, their labia touching, rhythmically moving to an unheard
melody. Each woman moaned softly, lost in their own desires. They climaxed as
one.

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