My Story - Part 3
By Muscle Fan, covert.1@hotmail.com
A short story of a coed muscle goddess.


I was working out in the campus weightroom. It was getting late, but I wanted
to finish my workout, besides, I had a key and would turnout the lights and
lock up when I finished.

I had completed my shoulder exercises and was well into my arm routine. I was
doing 'tricep kick-backs' with 50-lb. dumbbells. Not a particularly heavy
weight for me, but I stull had other routines to work through.

Out of the corner of my eye, I caught movement in the mirror. The door openned
slightly. I thought I had locked it. Stupid me. "The weight room is closed," I
yelled out. The door openned and in walked a gorgeous guy. He was about 6'-2"
with dark hair and a bodybuilder's physique. He had on a pair of tight gym
shorts and a muscle T-shirt that looked like it would rip apart if he expanded
his chest.

"I'm sorry, when is the weight room open?" he asked. "It will be open tomorrow
at 8:00, but it closes at 9:00 each night" I said. He glanced at the clock
above the mirrors noting it was already after 10:00. "I'm Jeremy, I just
transferred here from up north," he said and stuck his hand out to shake mine.
"Hi, I'm Amanda, nice to see you" I said, thinking that I meant to say, 'Nice
to meet you'. "Do you work out here a lot?" Jeremy asked. "Yeah, Walter, the
maintenance guy, gave me a key, so I workout when no one else is around.
Usually after about 8:00 at night there's no one around," I said. "Since I'm
here, would you mind if I did a quick workout?" he asked. I thought to myself,
'With that body, I'd love to see what you could do,' but said instead, "I
guess it wouldn't hurt just this once." "Thanks," Jeremy said.

He went to the leg press machine and started loading it with weights. I went
back to working my arms. For the nest 45 minutes we worked out apart from each
other. My only reminder that I wasn't alone was the occassional clank of the
weights or a soft grunt as he moved the weights.

At around 11:00, I was done with my routines. I went to Jeremy who was now at
the squat rack and said, "I hate to cut your night short, but I have to lock
up." "That's OK, I was nearly done anyway," Jeremy said, "by the way, you push
yourself pretty hard." "Thanks," I said, "so do you. You have a great body."
He smiled. We were both drenched from our workouts and I wondered if he
noticed my hard erect nipples? They get that way when I get turned on and
believe me, his body was making me hot.

"You have an excellent body yourself. Your quads are ripped and your six-pack
abs turn me on," Jeremy said. 'Wait a minute, I couldn't have heard that
right, my abs turn him on?' I thought. I smiled and absent mindedly started
moving my hand over my abs.

Maybe it was my imagination, but I think the bulge in his shorts was getting
bigger. Maybe my abs did turn him on. I tore my eyes away from his crotch and
looked him in the eye. Then I noticed he was blushing. "I meant what I said
about your abs turning me on," he repeated, and that's when he pulled his
shorts down and stepped out of them revealing his fully erect 11-inch penis. I
was speechless. I couldn't tear my eyes away from his cock. Now it was my turn
to blush. I could tell my nipples were about an inch long now.

I peeled my halter top off and pulled my shorts down and stepped out of them.
I reached out and lifted his T-shirt up and over his head revealing a smooth
broad chest. He wrapped his muscled arms around me and his cock was pressed
against my abs, finding a home in my well defined six-pack. I could feel it
throbbing against my stomach. "Fuck me," I said, and lay on the nearest bench.
I was already wet when he entered me and for the next thrity minutes we were
lost in sexual bliss.

We came together then lay there with him atop me. "Can I ask you, Amanda, to
do me a favor," he asked. "That depends, what is it?" I asked. "Let's go in
the shower room and I want you to pee on me," he said. "What, really, you want
me to piss on you?" I asked. "Yeah, I've found I really get off on having
women piss on me, is that weird?" he asked. 'Well,' I thought, 'I've never
done this before, but for this beefcake, I'll piss on you.' "No, Jeremy, I
don't think it's weird" I lied.

We went into the shower room, where it was a 'gang' type shower with 6-shower
heads along the wall. He layed down in the middle of the floor and said, "OK,
just straddle me and take a nice long piss, OK?" I did and then he said, "That
was wonderful. Let's shower, shall we?" And we did.

As I was locking up the weight room, a thought occurred to me. "Jeremy, could
you come by my apartment tomorrow night? I want to introduce you to my
roommate." "Sure, I'll come by," he said, and I gave him the address.

The following evening, Jane was at her usual spot at the table studying while
I was folding some laundry I had done. There was a knock on the door and I got
it. Jeremy was dressed in a pair of walking shorts that looked like they'd
bust and another muscle T-shirt. "Hi, come on in, Jeremy, this is my roommate,
Jane, Jane, Jeremy." They shook hands and I smiled at Jeremy and his 6'-2"
comparison to Jane's 5'-5" height.

Jeremy and I sat on the couch and Jane returned to her studies. I picked up a
pair of thong underwear and held them up, pretending to fold them. They were
black and did nothing to cover my pussy. "Do you like these?" I asked. "I love
them," he said, "But frankly, I don't see the point in wearing them. Why not
just go pantieless?" "You have a point, Jeremy," I said, "sometimes I don't
wear any panties, like now. But what about you; boxer's, brief's, none of the
above?" I asked. He smiled, "Most of the time I don't wear any underwear. I
just find it too confining." I knew that Jane was taking all this in from her
place at the kitchen table.

"Jane, what about you?" I asked, knowing full well and good that Jane always
wore bikini panties. "What, Amanda?" she asked pretending not to have been
evesdropping. "What kind of panties do you wear?" I asked again. She padded
into the living room. "You know, I wear bikini underwear, why?" she asked.
"Show us," I said, "Show Jeremy your underwear." "Yes, Mistress," she said. At
that, Jeremy turned and looked questioningly at me. I looked at him and smiled
and said, "Yes, Jane and I are lovers. She does anything I ask of her, don't
you Jane?" "Yes, Mistress," Jane said and was now standing there wearing only
her bikini briefs. Jane has small, but 'perky' breasts, a flat stomach and is
well proportioned for a petite girl.

The bulge in Jeremy's shorts was very noticeable now. I wasn't quite sure how
this would go, but I said, "Jeremy, stand up and take off those shorts, show
Jane what you fucked me with last night." Much to Jeremy's credit, he didn't
hesitate, he stood and peeled off his shirt and unsnapped his shorts allowing
them to drop to the floor. His nearly foot long cock sprang free. Jane gasped
and put her hand to her mouth.

I stood and went over to Jane and knelt in front of her. I lowered her briefs
and she stepped out of them. I kissed her shaved pubic area. "Jeremy, come
here and service Jane, but be gentle, don't hurt her or I'll have to punish
you, do you understand?" I said, and was eager to hear how he would reply.
Finally after a pause, he said, "Yes, Mistress."

Jeremy proved to be a gentle lover to Jane, taking his time and bringing her
to climax after thirty minutes. After he had come, he lay beside her and I on
top of him with my hand cupping Janes left tit.

We fell asleep in this position waking early the next morning. Since we all
had classes, we hurriedly got dressed and went our separate ways. I thought to
myself, 'I do believe I just added to my stable of lovers and muscle
worshipers, although Jeremy could command some muscle devotees himself.' Life
certainly openned new doors all the time.