My Story  Part 10
By Muscle Fan, covert.1@hotmail.com
A short story of a coed muscle goddess.


"Come here, John, feel this," I said and flexed my left bicep. He stood up
from the universal bench and walked over and tentatively put his hand on my
bicep. "Squeeze, John," I said. He did. "Use both hands, John, try to squeeze
my bicep." He tried with both hands and said, "It's hard as a rock." That made
me smile. "Yes, John, my arms and legs are hard and you know what else is
hard, John?" I asked. "What?" he asked blushing. "My abdominals are hard,
John, see," I said and pulled my spandex shorts almost down to my clit while I
flexed my abs so he could marvel at my solid 8-pack. "Do you like what you
see, John?" I said, "Go ahead and touch them. In fact, you can make a fist and
hit them." "No, I might hurt you," he said. "I doubt that, John, go on, punch
me in the stomach," I said. He did, weakly at first, then with as much force
as he could muster the second time. I barely felt it. What was with kids of
today?

"Lock the door, John," I told him. "Huh, why?" he asked. "Besides me telling
you to, I'm going to take my sports bra off and I don't want to be disturbed,"
I told him. He went to the door and locked it. When he turned, I had my top
off and was flexing in the mirror, watching my pecs bounce. I wasn't the only
one watching my pecs bounce, John stood transfixed. "Come here John, feel
these tits, feel how strong they are," I told him. He came and put a hand on
each breast. "Pinch my nipples," I told him and he did. They responded to his
touch and became erect. "Suck them," I said and he obeyed.

"Get undressed John," I told him and he peeled his tank top over his head and
droped his gym shorts and briefs. His 6-inch cock was already erect. "John,
have you ever serviced a girl, you know, brought her to climax with your
tongue?" I asked. "No," he said. "Have you ever been with a girl and had sex?"
I asked. "No," he said. "Well, looking at your hard on, I know you're not gay,
so here's what I want you to do, get on your knees and tongue my pussy," I
said. He did and after four or five minutes was sucking and tonguing my clit
like a pro. I climaxed and squirted him in the face. Much to his credit, he
lapped it up.

"Because you did well and got me off, I'm going to fuck you, would you like
that, John?" I asked. "Oh, yes, I would," he said. I stood in front of him and
guided his penis in to my vagina. The muscles constricted and welcomed John
in. I put a hand under each of his butt cheeks and held him in place working
his cock with my muscled vagina. I pumped him dry in five minutes. I was
satisfied, but I was done with this boy.

"That was good, John, but now I really have to go. Clean up before you go back
to your room, OK?" I said. "OK, Amanda, thank you" he said. I thought that was
sweet.

Back in the room I showered and we dressed and went to dinner.

Returning to the hotel, we parked and as we were getting out of the car, could
hear raised voices coming from the pool area. Rather than see who was causing
the disturbance, we went to our room and watched the evening news, falling
asleep, Jane and I in one bed, Jeremy in the other.

I awoke the next morning to the sound of running water. At least I thought it
was running water. Jane was nestled in the crook of my arm, snuggled against
my breast. The water stopped and the toilet flushed. It had been Jeremy going
to the bathroom. I smiled at him as he came from the bathroom and gently eased
from under Jane who was more of a sleeper than I was. I lay on Jeremy's bed
and fingered his solid body. He immediately stroked mine in return. I wrapped
my hand around his shaft and stroked several times, feeling it harden. "Fuck
me," I whispered and he mounted me. His thrusts seemed rushed, forceful and
primitive. Soon I was on the brink of climaxing. I grabbed his back to get as
much of him inside me as possible, and then exploded with a gush. We lay
exhausted.

I went to the bathroom to clean up. Jeremy came in behind me. By the time we
were out of the bathroom, Jane was awake. "Good morning, Mistress, good
morning, Jeremy," she said. "Good morning, Jane, how did you sleep?" I asked.
"I slept well, and you?" she inquired. "Quite well," I said.

We cleaned up, got dressed and went to see what the continental breakfast had
to offer. We settled for a bowl of cereal and coffee. By ten o'clock, we were
getting ready for the pool once more. Today I had a lime green thong, while
Jane wore a red bikini with white hearts and Jeremy had on the same board
shorts from yesterday.

The pool area was deserted except for a loan maintenance man making some
repair or another. We arranged chaise lounges and towels and settled in for
the day. After a half hour or so, the maintenance man had completed his repair
and departed. An hour later, a couple joined us poolside. They both wore
jeans, he was shirtless and she had a tie top from a bikini. In a little
while, they were joined by another couple who brought an ice chest. The second
pair was similarly attired. All four had tattoos of some sort.

Other hotel guests wandered out to the pool and soon the deck area was filled
with adults and children, but by mid afternoon, however, people were starting
to leave. The 'biker couples' as I had come to think of them, were still
drinking. One of the men got up and kicking off his boots, lifted his female
partner up and threw her in the pool, then jumped in himself. They lifted
themselves onto the pool deck and sat on the edge. Jane was sitting on the
steps and the other biker couple both jumped in close to Jane. The splash
covered her. She stood and walked back to her lounge. "That was rude of that
couple, Jane, maybe I should have a word with them," I said. "No, Mistress,
that's all right, I'll dry off in a minute," Jane said.

As I sat there, the couple who had jumped in the pool next to Jane got out,
but not before up-ending a teenageer floating in the pool. "Hey," the kid
said, and the man turned as it to start a fight with the kid, then turned back
as he and his girlfriend got a big laugh out of that.

The man flopped back on his chaise as the teenager regained his float. As the
kid was getting on it, the man through an empty beer can at the kid, then
another and another. Some missed, but others hit the boy in the head, chest
and back. Now all four of the 'bikers' were laughing. What few young children
were being called out of the pool by concerned parents. That's when I noticed
that the teenager with the float was John from the weight room.

A maintenance man came through the pool gate and saw the empty beer cans
floating in the pool. He looked around and stared at the two 'biker' couples.
"Please don't throw your cans in the pool," he said. In response to his
request, the other male of the group picked up a full can and threw it at the
maintenance man who was no more than 25-feet away. It caught him on the
forearm, but didn't look like it did any damage. "Get out of here, Pedro!" he
yelled at the Hispanic maintenance man.

That did it. I got up and walked over to the foursome. "Look," I said, "why
don't you appologize and pick up your trash and leave?" The four looked at
each other and then turned to me and laughed. "Look, Blondie," the first guy
said, "We didn't invite you to our party, now why don't you haul your ass back
to your chair before you get hurt," and he picked up a beer can as if to throw
it at me. I held my ground.

"I'm not going to tell you again, appologize and pick up your trash" I said
more sternly. The maintenance man was already disappearing through the pool
gate, presumably to go tell the front desk. "Look, bitch, you're not our mama
and we don't need you to tell us what to do," the second guy said. At that
point the woman with the tie bikini top stood up and got in my face. She
pointed a finger at my chest and jabbed one my tits. "Honey, if I were you,
I'd ... " she said, but that was as far as she got because I grabbed her
finger and broke it. She let out an awful scream and went down on her lounge
chair gripping her finger which stuck out at an odd angle.

Biker guy one stood up and took a step in my direction. I held my ground and
when he telegraphed the jab he meant to throw, I grabbed his arm and broke it
as easily as I snapped the woman's finger. He let out a howl and he too went
down on the chaise lounge next to his girlfriend.

By this time the other pair had got the message that I wasn't to be messed
with and neither of them stood up to try to bully anyone around. "I'm not
going to tell you assholes again, appologize to the maintenance man and pick
up your trash then clear out of the pool area," I said.

To be continued ...