My Story - Part 4
By Muscle Fan, covert.1@hotmail.com
A short story of a coed muscle goddess.


Jeremy had taken to joining me each night at the school's weightroom. Normally
I would have preferred to workout alone, but Jeremy was my slave now and did
what I asked of him. Besides, he was easy on the eyes and was built like a
professional bodybuilder. Not only that, but he was hung. That didn't change
the fact that I still preferred some alone time.

I had just finished working my lats and was admiring myself in the mirror.
Jeremy was doing some military presses nearby and I could tell that he was
watching me in the mirror. I could tell by the huge bulge in his workout
shorts. I inwardly smiled because of the effect I had on men and because I
loved what I saw, a muscle goddess with well defined striations, an 8-pack set
of abs and veiny biceps and quads. I was the epitome of raw power.

I was running through a series of poses when Jeremy came up behind me and put
a hand on my hip. I spun quickly and pushed his massive chest. He stumbled
over a flat bench and fell on his backside. I was on him in an instant. "Look,
asswipe, don't ever lay a hand on me again unless I aske you, do you
understand, bitch?" I asked. Perhaps I overreacted a bit, but I hate it when
people don't follow rules, especially my rules.

"Yes, Mistress, I understand," Jeremy said. "You want me, don't you, Jeremy?"
I asked him. "Yes, Mistress, I want you," he said. I smiled. I was mulling
over whether I should reward him by pissing on him, which I knew he loved, or
whether I should treat myself to a nice screw, when a movement caught my eye.
It was the locker room door that moved ever so slightly.

I whirled and strode to the locker room door and yanked it open. There stood
Tom, the bad-ass-wanna-be that I had worked over some time back. His wounds
from that beating had healed, but since he was spying on my during my workout,
he must have wanted more of a beat down. "Well, who have we here? Why if it
isn't Tommy, back to visit his old friend Amanda. Tom, I'm done with my
workout so I have some free time. Do you want to play?" Tom stood there
wide-eyed and then started backing away.

"What's the matter, Tommy, pussy got your tongue?" I asked. "I, errr, that is,
didn't mean any harm, Amanda, I was just watching." He said. I advance on him
and soon he had his back up against the bank of lockers. I was inches from him
and I held up my massive right arm and flexed the bicep. His eyes widened so
much I thought they would fall out of his head. "Do you like my arms, Tommy?"
I said. "Yes, Amanda, I love your muscles," he said. "Would you like to make
love to my muscles, Tommy," I asked.

"Oh, yes, Amanda," he said. I smiled at him, then turned and yelled for
Jeremy. Jeremy was there in a heartbeat knowing that he had pissed me off and
wanting to make up for it. "Jeremy, this is Tommy, and he wants to make love
to my muscles, but I think before he does that, you should show him what it's
like to get screwed, don't you think, Jeremy?" I said. "Yes, Mistress," was
all Jeremy said and proceeded to take his soaking wet T-shirt off and peel his
tight workout shorts down. As Jeremy turned back to face Tommy, Tommy let out
a whimper at the site of Jeremy's 11-inch cock. "OK, Tommy, your turn. Strip
down and bend over the curl bench," I said.

Tommy stood there transfixed. I undid his belt and pulled his T-shirt over his
head. I dropped his pants to the floor and then litterly carried him to the
preacher bench. Jeremy moved in behind Tommy and started to penetrate him. I
moved to the front of the bench, where both Tom and Jeremy could see me. I
removed my tank top and shorts and layed them on the bench just inches from
Tommy's nose. I began stroking my muscles beginning with my biceps. I wanted
to give the boys something to concentrate on.

I pumped my biceps and with the free hand stroked the muscle. I lightly
touched my breasts and squeezed my nipples between my thumb and forefinger. I
stepped a little closer to Tommy who was now pale and sweating profusely. He
had his eyes closed tight and I leaned next to his ear, "Tommy, wakie-wakie,
time to give my nipples a little lick," and put my tit in his face to tongue
my nipple. He did as instructed and I knew that after this night, he would be
a broken man. That thought made me wet.

I stepped back and continued the exploration of my body. I ran my hands over
my abs and down to my quads where I shook the muscles then snapped them back
as I stuck my leg in front of me. I could tell that Jeremy was nearing climax.
His eyes were riveted to me and my wandering hands. I moistened my fingers
with a little siliva and tentatively played with my labia. I inserted two
fingers in my vagina and stroked in rythem with Jeremy's motion. He came in a
rush. He withdrew and Tommy colapsed to the floor only semi-concious.

"Let's go in the shower room, Jeremy, you've performed well and now it's time
for me to reward you" I said. He and I went in and he lay on the shower floor
while I again straddled him and pissed on him as he masturbated. I don't think
I'll ever understand what Jeremy finds so erotic about this.

Once I was done, I said, "Go get Tommy, we'll shower off." Jeremy left and
returned a moment later carrying Tommy as if he was a newborn. Jeremy laid him
on the floor and we adjusted the water temperature to suit us. The shower
seemed to revitalize Tommy. Once we were clean and toweled off, I said to the
now coherent Tommy, "You disappointed me, Tommy," I put my hand on his cheek,
"I thought you would have left me alone, treated women with respect, but
perhaps the lesson you learned here tonight will help you understand that you
too can be a victim of abuse, do I make myself clear?" "Yes, Amanda, and I
want to say I'm sorry. Sorry for harassing you and Jane, sorry for sneaking in
here tonight and watching you," Tommy said. "Applogy accepted," I told him.

That night I told Jane that we wouldn't be having any more problems with Tommy
or his brother Tim. I related what went on at the weight room. This seemed to
put Jane at ease. I hadn't even realized that she was worried about being
hassled by Tim or Tom, but then again, Jane is not as self assured as she
should be. I took her in my arms and held her tight.

She lay still for some time, then began to rub my back and kiss my tits. "Go
ahead my little bird," I said to her, "you may make love to me." Jane kissed
my breasts and playfully bit down on my rock hard nipples. She kissed the
hollow of my throat and contined down my body, tracing each muscle with her
tongue. She lingered at my clit and explored it with her tongue as well. Her
hands lightly brushed over my skin. When I could take it no longer, I grabbed
Jane and made love as we often do, but with more passion and lust. After
fifteen minutes, we both came with a gush.

We lay exhausted in each others arms.