My Story - Part 11
By Muscle Fan, covert.1@hotmail.com
A short story of a coed muscle goddess.


With "Biker Couple No. 1" nursing a broken finger and a broken arm, the other
couple quickly appologized to the maintenance man and picked up their empty
beer cans that they had tossed about.

The maintenance man thanked me and John, the young 'stud' from the weightroom
did likewise.

I went back to relax and finish out my day with Jane and Jeremy. "You sure
showed those biker types not to mess with a muscle goddess, Mistress," Jane
said. "Do you think they'll make any more trouble?" Jeremy asked. "No, I don't
think so, not if they know what's good for them," I said.

That statement proved false as later that night, we were coming back from a
near by restaurant, the biker guy with the broken arm, which was now set in a
cast, was waiting for us in the parking lot. "I've got a score to settle with
you, bitch," he said. Have I ever mentioned that I hate to be called bitch? As
he got nearer, I saw he had a length of chain. He snapped it toward me as if
he were snapping a whip. As he did, I grabbed the end of it and jerked it from
his hand. He wasn't expecting my lightening reflex.

Once I had control of his 'toy', I held it between my hands. "Look, asshole,
here's what I can do to your toy," I said and I snapped the chain as if it
were made of paper. "Now, why don't you just run off and leave us alone," I
suggested. Of course he didn't listen to me, but went for Jane. As he was
grabbing for her, Jeremy hit him square on the jaw with a clean right cross.
'Alright, Jeremy' I thought. The biker went down in a heap, out cold. "What
should we do now, Mistress," Jeremy asked. "I'll just put him over on the
grass so no one runs over him," I said, and carried the guy to the grass area
on the fringe of the parking lot.

We turned to go back toward our room when his girlfriend, the one with the
broken finger came rushing at me with fists clenched and swinging. "You bitch,
what did you do to Jimmy?" she screamed. I grabbed her arms and held them to
her side. "Look," I said, "Jimmy was waiting for us with a chain. You need to
calm down and quit messing with me and my friends." "Well, what if we don't,
bitch, what are you going to do, break another finger?" she said. I smiled and
said, "The next time one of you tries to do anything to me or my friends, I'll
snap you in two. If you don't think I can, watch this." I let go of the biker
girl and walked over to the nearest Harley. "Is this yours?" I asked. "It's
Jimmy's," she said. I got on, slid my jeans skirt up to my waist and
straddling the gas tank and with just my thigh muscles, crushed the gas tank.
I smiled and got off.

"Now imagine what I could do to your ribs or better yet your head," I said,
"Now take Jimmy and get out of here. I don't want any more trouble from you."

We walked back to our room. I was pumped and Jeremy and Jane could tell. As
soon as the door was shut I stripped off my jeans skirt and blouse, but kept
my 4-inch ankle boots on. I admired myself in the mirrored wardrobe closet
doors, watching my muscle harden and then contract. It was almost as if they
had a will of their own. I turned and glanced over my shoulder at my
reflection, doing a lat spread and tightening my butt.

"You look magnificent, Mistress," Jane said. I smiled at her and replied, "Why
don't you and Jeremy make yourself comfortable?" They hurriedly undressed.
Jeremy was already semi-erect just looking at my body. He began to flex, but,
I'm happy to say, was no competition for my muscles. Jane came up behind me
and began massaging my deltoids. She loved to rub them. She went to the
bathroom and returned with a bottle of scented lotion and began applying it to
my arms and shoulders. She worked her way down my torso, taking her time, not
missing an inch of my body. Jane had remarkable hands.

Once she had lightly oiled my claves and ankles, she began to stroke Jeremy's
chest and deltoids. Soon his body glistened. By this time I was as horny as
ever. Jeremy's massive cock was hard, and in fact I would have sworn it had
grown an inch or better since the last time I saw it. Jane too was impressed
with Jeremy's member. She stroked it gently, first with one hand, then with
both. The length of his shaft was longer than both her hands together.

I stepped behind Jane and with Jeremy in front, the short girl was sanwiched
between us. I ground my tits into her back, but not hard enough to cause her
any discomfort, while Jeremy pressed her from the front, his cock seeking to
find her clit. Soon she was impaled on his shaft, moaning softly.

I stepped back and watched as she wrapped her legs around Jeremy's waist and
he pumped faster. With the two of them lost in their passion, I couldn't
resist fingering my own clit. By the time Jermy came and Jane lay exhausted on
the bed, I was wet with desire. "Take me Jeremy," I said. He didn't hesitate;
he guided me to the bed beside Jane and entered me. His cock aroused once
more. 'I don't know how he does it', I thought, 'but he is truly a stud'.

We made love slow at first, then faster, my vagina muscles finally milking his
cock after twenty minutes of hard sex. "Jane, be a dear and clean me up," I
said. Jane, though exhausted, brought her expert tongue to play on my pussy,
extracting Jeremy's cum.

Once done, the three of us lie together and eventually dozed off.

I don't know how long we had been asleep, but there was a loud knocking at the
door. At first I thought I was dreaming, but when it came a second time, I got
up and looked out the peephole. It was the other biker couple from poolside,
the ones that eventually cleaned the cans up and apologized to the maintenance
man.

I unlocked the door and no sooner did I turn the knob than the man burst
through the door. Jane and Jeremy were still on the bed, and the biker went
right for them. That's when I saw the baseball bat in his hand. I guess he was
banking on the element of surprise because he brought the bat up in a round
house. But before it cleared his back, I grabbed it and plucked it out of his
hands.

His head snapped around in surprise and he blinked twice as if not believing
what he was seeing. There I stood, body glistening from the oil, muscles
pumped from the adrenaline that was now surging through them and naked. I
smiled at him and grasping each end of his bat, snapped it in two. "What did
you hope to accomplish with this, asshole?" I said, and tossed it into the
corner.

I had turned my back on the door forgeting about this guy's girlfriend. She
jumped on my back, her nails clawing at my throat and eyes. "Get off me,
bitch," I yelled and grabbing her by the arm, through her over my back and
onto the bed.

"Your boyfriend broke my brother's jaw, bitch!" he shouted, "And you ruined
his bike." I smiled. "I merely sat on the bike and squeezed the gas tank with
my legs," I said, "Do you like my legs?" and took a step in his direction.
"Wh-what," he stammered, "Stay away from me!"

"You don't mean that, do you? What's your name, stud," I asked. "Johnny," he
said, "And you and your muscle bound boyfriend just stay away from us. We're
going now, come on, Cloe" and he made for the door.

I grabbed his arm and spun him around. "Not so fast, Johnny, you came here
with a bat to get revenge for Jeremy breaking your brother's jaw," I said, "I
think you two should stick around and party a while with us, don't you
Jeremy?" "Definitely, Mistress," Jeremy said. "What do you think, Jane, do you
want Johnny and Cloe here to stay and party?" I asked. Jane, who had grabbed a
sheet to cover herself when Johnny burst through the door now dropped the
sheet and walked over to him and stroked his hair. I could tell the greasy
hair disgusted her, but she was playing the part. "Oh, I think Johnny should
stay with us for a while and get to know us, Mistress" Jane said, "see if we
grow on him."

I smiled. Jane and Jeremy smiled. The only one's not smiling was Johnny and
Cloe. 'Pity' I thought, 'at least the three of us would enjoy ourselves.'

To be continued ...