My Story - Part 14
By Muscle Fan, covert.1@hotmail.com
A short story of a coed muscle goddess.


Tami looked up from Jeremy's cock, cum at the corner of her mouth. Jeremy,
with his head raised on a pillow, both looking like they had been caught in
the act, and they had. I was first to speak, "What the hell, Jeremy, Tami,
can't we leave you two together of fifteen minutes without you fucking each
other?" I looked at Jane and she looked humiliated and angry all at the same
time. Jeremy and Tami could read Jane's look as well.

"It was all me," Tami said, "I asked Jeremy to screw me. I wanted to see what
it was like to have a big cock. I'm sorry, I didn't know that you, Jane, and
Jeremy were together." "We are, but we're not," Jane said in an awkward
explanation, "It's complicated. The three of us have an open, shared,
relationship, but I do care very much for Jeremy." Jeremy said, "And I care a
lot about you too. It's just that we never shared this with each other before.
Oh, God, now I feel terrible." He got off the bed and hugged Jane.

"Can you forgive me, Mistress?" Tami asked me. "Well, I do, but it's really up
to Jane," I said, "How about it, Jane?" "Yes, I forgive you," she said, and
looking at Jeremy, "But don't cheat on me again, not unless it's with Amanda."
"Good," I said, "But now I want to know how it was, Tami, did Jeremy satisfy
you?" She looked between Jane and Jeremy before answering, "Absolutely," she
said, "My boyfriend has a 7-inch cock and is really inexperienced, so a foot
long dick with someone as skilled as Jeremy was wonderful." "Jeremy, you've
grown?" I asked, "You were only 11-inches before." "It must be all the sex you
women are giving me, Mistress," he said and we all laughed.

With the tension broken, we went to dinner. We were an odd foursome, perhaps.
Jeremy and I, tall and muscular, Jane and Tami, short and thin. The restaurant
was nice and had a bar off to one side of the main lobby/waiting area.
Restrooms were located off the lobby. Tami and I went to the women's room. As
we were leaving an older man was navagating his way from the bar to the front
door. It was obvious he was very drunk. As he staggered through the lobby, he
bumped into Tami who was nearly knocked off her feet.

"Whoa, where are ya' goin' little lady?" the drunk said as he grabbed hold of
Tami to right himself and prevent her from falling down. The thing that I
immediately noticed was that he was cupping her breast. "Please, sir, I was
just going back to the restaurant," she said. "Come on out to the car and have
a drink with me, it will just take a minute," the drunk slurred. He loosened
the grip on her breast but pulled her through the front door. The hostess
wasn't at her station to see what had happened for it had taken place in a
minute or two.

I followed the pair outside and he had his hands all over Tami who was trying
to pull away. He kept going in the direction of the back of the parking lot,
but rounded the corner of the kitchen area and there stopped, kissing Tami's
neck. The man was maybe 5'-8" and about 50-years old. Tami was no match for
him and he was working on getting her blouse unbuttoned when I spun the drunk
around.

With my right hand under his chin, I gripped his thin neck and lifted him off
the ground. He was thrashing around and I litterally threw him against the
side of the building. His back took the brunt of the impact, but his head hit
the wall and I knew that got his attention. "Tami, are you all right?" I
asked. "Yes," she stammered, "I'm OK, he was trying to get my blouse off,
Amanda." "Yeah, I saw that, he's a sick fuck," I said.

He picked himself off the pavement where he had landed and throwing caution to
the wind came after me. His first blow to my granite abs hurt him more than it
hurt me. He shook his hand as if he had hit a wall. He then took a left jab to
my chin, but I stepped out of the way and as he went by me, I grabbed his arm
and snapped it like a twig. He let out a howl which caused both Tami and I to
look around the deserted parking lot. Despite the broken arm, he doubled his
fists as if he were a boxer and approached me once more. My adreneline was
pumping now.

He moved in and gave me a one-two punch to the abs and chest area. I barely
felt it, but it was obvious he thought he was making an impact. I only looked
at him and with one punch, snapped several ribs. Now he was gasping for air.
With a left cross, I broke his nose and once again he landed on the pavement.
I looked at Tami who had been watching intently while straightening up her
clothing and said, "I'm going to have to finish this guy off, if you have a
problem with that, you'd better go back inside." "No, Mistress, I don't have a
problem with that, I'll stay," she said. "OK, suit yourself," I replied.

Hiking my mini-skirt to my waist, I sat on the man's face. It was bloody and
felt warm against my clit. I ground my pussy into his face and felt some teeth
break. The more I punished this asshole, the more of an adreneline rush I was
getting. I got up and lifting him with my left hand around his scrawny neck,
drove my right knee into his stomach. He groaned and lost his breath. With my
right hand, I unzipped his pants and finding his flacid cock, squeezed it and
his scrotum until they were destroyed. The drunk, finally finding his breath,
screamed at the top of his lungs, but no one seemed to hear.

I ripped the shirt from his back and wiped my vagina clean of his blood. I
straddled his soft body and lifting each arm, brought his torso between my
legs. With his chest and ribs in the vise like grip of my muscular thighs, I
squeezed. Tami flinched with each sound of breaking ribs. One must have
puncured a lung because his breathing became labored and had a distinct wheeze
to it. I let him drop to the pavement from my meaty legs. I stood looking down
at him, then looked at Tami. "OK, I'm going to finish him, go or stay?" I
asked. "I'll stay," she said, "but first let me at least have a little
revenge. After all, he was the one that attacked me."

As I stepped over the beaten man, Tami took my place directly over his face.
She squatted and urinated. The warm piss had no effect on him other than to
force his head to one side so that his labored breathing could continue. Tami
stood and said, "Thank you Mistress. Thanks for letting me humiliate him the
way he humiliated me and for coming to my defense. I don't know what would
have happened if you hadn't have been here." She came to me and kissed me
forcing my lips apart and inserting her tongue. We pulled apart and I
positioned my stilletto on his sternum and with one push, pierced his heart.
His body spasmed finally lying dead still. "That's it, Tami," I said, "This
piece of shit won't accost any more women. I rather enjoyed 'playing' with
him, although I wish he would have been more of a challenge." "There's a lot
more 'piece's of shit' out there, Mistress, there will be other
opportunities."

We went back to the restaurant and stopped in once again at the women's room
to freshen up. Back at the table, Jeremy said, "You two were gone a while, did
you have fun?" I merely looked at Tami and said, "I had a blast, how about
you, Tami?" "It was a kick," and we both laughed.

We got the bill from our waiter, paid and as we were leaving the restaurant,
were bathed in the flashing red lights of the police cars at the back of the
parking lot. "What is it officer?" Jane called to the nearest policeman. "Just
a dead drunk guy," the officer responded, "Looks like he was hit by a truck."
'Yeah,' I thought to myself, 'a truck named Amanda.'

To be continued ...