My Story - Part 7
By Muscle Fan, covert.1@hotmail.com
A short story of a coed muscle goddess.


Jeremy, my muscle buddy and I were working out late one night. We were doing
our usual heavy lifting and were bathed in sweat by the time we had done the
last set of our final exercise. "Jeremy, can you bend this bar?" I asked
handing him a bar for the pull down machine. He took it and tried bending it,
but the bar didn't budge. "No, that's a pretty thick bar, I don't think I'd
ever get strong enough to bend that," he said.

Jeremy is 6'-2" tall and weighs in the neighborhood of 225 pounds. He's very
muscular and has a nice 'V' shape. This, along with his 11-inch cock makes him
my 'muscle buddy with benefits'. I took the 1" diameter bar from him and
slowly began applying pressure to it. I thought I felt a little give so began
applying more pressure. Finally, with my trapezius muscle flaring, biceps
pumped and the veins in my arms bulging, the bar bent. After the initial bend,
I was able to overlap the two ends.

"Wow, Amanda, you're stronger than I am, that's for sure, and you look great,"
he said. I looked at the bar in my hands and tossed it in the corner, then
looked at my reflection in the mirror. I stood 5'-10" tall and was only 175
pounds of lean muscle. I had 25-inch thighs and 17-inch biceps and calves. I
have a narrow wasp-like waist flaring to a broad chest and magnificent tits. I
turned so I could see my back and but in the mirror. My back side is
highlighted by firm glutes and a broad back. My abs are a defined 8-pack and
that's when I wasn't even flexing. I am a muscle goddess.

Rubbing my hands over my hard chiseled body, I was getting turned on. "OK,
Jeremy, I want you to fuck me," I said. I stripped off my shorts and sports
bra. I never beat around the bush when it comes to sex. It isn't about love,
it's about need. Need to dominate and control. I lay back on the nearest flat
bench and watched as Jeremy stepped out of his shorts and peeled his T-shirt
over his broad shoulders. At the sight of me lying on the bench, I could see
his member stiffen. With no foreplay whatsoever, he lie on top of me and
thrust his cock in my pussy. I was so eager that my vaginal muscle began to
milk him at once. He couldn't resist my control over his cock and he came in
10 minutes. Feeling only moderately satisfied, I nudged him off of me.

"Let's shower then head home," I said. Back at the apartment, Jane was doing
her customary reading. Jeremy, who came up to the apartment, dropped his gym
bag by the door and began talking to Jane about a class they were in together,
art history. I went to the fridge for a Diet Coke, but found we were out, so I
told Jane and Jeremy that I'd run down to the convenience store and get a
six-pack. I had on my denim skirt and flannel shirt, but didn't bother to put
on shoes or sandles since the market was close.

The convenience store was only a block from the apartment. I'm sure you know
the type; they sell everything from A to Z. When I entered the owner's son was
behind the counter. His name is Terik and he's olive skinned with dark eyes
and lots of black hair. "Good evening, Terik, how are you?" I asked as I
entered. "Quite well, Amanda, how are you?" he said. Terik is also a student
at college and a nice guy. I made my way to the refrigerator section and was
looking for the Diet Coke's when I heard the bell above the door ring. Seconds
later I heard a raised voice say, "Give me all your money, asshole, and be
quick!" Since I wasn't wearing shoes, I quietly made my way to the back of the
store, and then looked down an aisle toward the register. I saw a short, thin
guy, wearing a hoody with a gun trained on Terik. Terik stood there frozen
with his hands in the air like you'd see on TV.

I padded to the front of the store. There were no mirrors for the gunman to
see my approach from behind him. When I was half way down the aisle, Terik
began to fumble with the cash register. Terik could see my approach but gave
no warning to the gunman. When I was three feet from the robber, he must have
sensed my presence because he started to turn. As he did, he was holding a
revolver out in front of him, so I grabbed his arm and pulled him off balance
as the gun went off sending a shot into the floor and ricocheting into a shelf
of potato chips. I twisted my hand and felt his wrist snap. He yelled out as
the pain shot up his arm. With my right hand I punched the man in the nose,
breaking it and sending blood flying. That's when Terik, holding a short bat
that he kept behind the counter, hit the man on the head.

The robber dropped to the floor. Blood was seeping from his nose, ears and an
indentation in his skull. The entire episode must have taken two minutes but
everything seemed to have happened in slow motion.

"My God, what have I done," Terik said, "I didn't mean to hit him." I looked
at Terik with a puzzled look on my face. "Terik," I said, "Your dad keeps that
bat under the counter to use for such things. You were only protecting your
dad's store. Don't feel bad, this asshole got what he deserved." "You're
probably right Amanda, but I can't help feeling bad. I suppose I should call
the police," he said. "Yes, you should, but I need for you to do something for
me first. Let's go in the back room, OK?" I said. I locked the door to the
store and Terik looked at me quizically, but then followed me in the back
room.

Since I hadn't been satisfied with Jeremy's performance at the weight room, I
was still horny. Even though this was a tragic event, at least for the guy
lying on the floor out front, I needed to quench my desires. Remember, I said
it was all about needs.

"I want you to take your clothes off, Terik, I want you to fuck me," I said. I
could tell that my use of the 'f' word shocked him. "What?" he said. "You
heard me Terik," I said as I unbuttoned my shirt revealing my huge tits to him
"Do you like what you see?" "Oh, Amanda, you're gorgeous," Terik said, and
began fumbling with his belt. By the time he had his pants undone I was
completely naked. He wore briefs and his growing hardon was quite evident.

"I don't know though, do you think this is a good idea?" he asked. I was
becoming more and more anxious to have the sex I craved satiated. I grabbed a
nearby pallet and ripped one of the boards loose. "Terik, if you don't fuck me
within the next three minutes, I'm going to do this to your neck," I said and
then casually snapped the board in two with a loud crack. Terik jumped.

I found a heavy jacket hanging on a hook by the walk-in freezer and lay it on
the stack of pallets. I lay back on the jacket and began fingering myself.
Soon I was very wet. "Now, Terik, fuck me now," I said. He had watched me play
with myself and his cock stood at attention. He thrust, slowly at first but
increasing the tempo as he neared climax. I was about to come as well and my
vaginal muscles were in overdrive. We exploded together. He lay beside me
until I told him, "You did well, Terik, thank you, but I have to go now."

I went to the bathroom there in the storeroom, pissed, washed blood off my
shirt and skirt and got dressed. By the time I came out, Terik was just
putting his T-shirt on. "You better call the cops now," I told him, "And you
don't have to mention that I was here or had any part of this, do you
understand?" "Yes, Amanda, I understand you don't want to be involved. Neither
do I, but I hit him with the bat," Terik said.

Before I left the store, I grabbed a 12-pack of Diet Coke. I figured Terik and
his dad could absorb the loss in return for my help in preventing a hold up.

I let myself back into the apartment only to find Jeremy screwing Jane on the
living room sofa. I closed the door as quietly as I could and stood there
watching. Jane had such a please expression on her face, I could tell that she
was satisfied. Why was it that Jeremy didn't satisfy me tonight? He certainly
had the right equipment. Terik satisfied me and he was probably two-thirds of
Jeremy's size. Maybe people are right, 'size doesn't matter.'

The two 'love-birds' finished and as they did they realized I was standing
there. "Oh, Mistress Amanda, I'm sorry ... " Jane started to say when I held
up my hand to cut her off. "That's fine, Jane," I said, "I can see that you
and Jeremy needed that. You two are free to screw whoever you like, just
remember though who comes first," and smiled so that they could see that I
wasn't mad at them.

Author's note: An article in the local section of the newspaper said that the
gunman who tried to rob a convenience store and subsequently was killed by the
owner's son, was suspected in a string of hold ups including one in which a
store clerk had been slain. I thought, 'Good, one more asshole off the
street.'