My Story Part 19
By Muscle Fan, covert.1@hotmail.com
A short story of a coed muscle goddess.


Our senior year and Jane and I were each carrying the maximum amount of
classes. Our friend, and Jane's love interest, was back as well. Jeremy was
certainly appreciative of Jane's new muscles. He now followed her around like
a puppy; carrying her books, getting her lunch, driving her here and there and
worshipping her muscle at our nightly work outs in the campus weightroom.

One particular night in July, Jeremy was studying late, so it was just Jane
and I working out. We had been pushing it pretty hard for about an hour and we
were both drenched in sweat. Our spandex shorts and T-shirts were wet. Jane
was just finishing her 12th rep on the flat bench, pressing 500-lbs. Her chest
heaving, she brought the bar to rest on the rack. I looked down and her wet
T-shirt was plastered to her heaving chest, her nipples firm and erect. As I
glanced up, I caught movement reflected in the mirror. I didn't think much of
it and looked away, but glanced back again and there it was, up high in the
window. Someone was watching us.

We moved on to the lat machine and I was next up. I moved the pin to include
all the weight the machine had to offer, 300-lbs. I brought the pads together
in front of me, each rep straining my chest and pumping my trapezius muscles a
little more. Once done, I changed places with Jane and she moved the pin to
her comfort level, 200-lbs. Casually, I glanced up to where I had seen
movement before. He, or she, was still there, but not moving about. "Hey,
Jane, I'll be right back," I said, "I have to go take a pee."

I headed off towards the restroom and showers, but before reaching them,
exited the building being careful not to make noise when I did. I crept along
the building until I was near the window where I saw movement. There, behind
some shrubbery was a ladder propped up. Near the top and just below the window
was a black clad figure. I moved the ladder out from under the person, but
they grabbed the window sill and hung on. "You're not going to hang on there
all night," I said to the dangling form. "When you drop you're going to be
mine," I taunted.

A few minutes later, as predicted, the form fell from the window sill, landing
at my feet. I grabbed the collar and hauled the person to their feet. I was
shocked to find a girl, perhaps of about eighteen and well under 5' tall. She
couldn't have weighed more than 80-lbs. 'I do dumbbell curls with more weight
than this girl weighs,' I thought. "What were you doing up there spying on
us?" I asked. "I just wanted to watch, that's all," she stammered. "Come on,"
I said, still holding onto the back of her collar, "let's go inside."

Back in the weightroom, I relocked the door. "Who's that?" Jane said before I
could even turn around. "I have no idea, but she was spying on us," I told
Jane, "She had a ladder and was looking through the window." "What's your
name?" Jane asked. "Rebecca," the young girl said, "but everyone calls me
Becky." "OK, Becky, what gives?" I asked, "Why were you spying on us?" "I've
seen you two around campus and you guys sort of stand out, so I wanted to see
how you got so big," Becky said. "We stand out?" Jane asked. "Yeah, well, you
know, there's not a lot of girls that look like you," Becky said, "Most are
real girly-girls, no muscles." "You're not saying we're gay are you," I asked.
"No," she said, "but are you?"

I looked at Jane and Jane glared at Becky. Jane said, "No, pipsqueak, we're
not gay, but we love muscles and so what if we are different?" "Nothing,"
Becky replied, "I like muscles too, and I just don't have any." "Say, how old
are you?" I asked. "I'm 18 and a sophmore here," she said, "I'm a biology
major, I'm looking to get into medicine. That's why I appreciate your muscles,
both of you." "Yeah, yeah, yeah, you sure talk a lot," Jane said, "Amanda,
what are we going to do with her?" "I don't know, what do you want to do with
her," I asked. "I say we rough her up a bit," Jane said, "teach her a lesson
for spying on us." "Watch her a minute, I'll be right back," I said and went
out to get the discarded ladder.

I brought it into the weightroom. "I want to make sure that she doesn't spy on
us again, or anybody else for that matter," I said and folded the ladder in
half, the metal snapping. I tore the side braces from the rungs like they were
nothing. "Wow, that was amazing," Becky said, "how strong are you two?"
"Strong enough," Jane said, "strong enough to turn you to pulp." "Don't listen
to her," I said, "but we are strong, very strong and only hurt anyone who
disrespects us. A year ago, Jane didn't have a muscle to her name, now look at
her, she's a she-hulk," I said and smiled. "Amanda's the strong one. She puts
me to shame," Jane said, "I've seen her bend iron bars with her bare hands."
"Wow, awsome!" Becky said.

"Look, we're going to hit the shower, you can hang out if you want," I said,
"Just no more peeping in the window, OK?" "OK," Becky said, "should I wait
here?" "No, you can come in the shower room," Jane said, "we can talk while we
shower." It was funny that Jane took to this girl.

We stripped off our shorts and T's, adjusted the water temp and stepped into
the spray. It felt wonderful after the heavy workout. I glanced over at Becky
who was watching us like rats in a cage. "What are you thinking, Becky," I
asked, "You look like you have a question." "Actually, I do," Becky said, "why
do you shave your pubic area?" I looked at Jane, and she at me, and we smiled
at each other. I could read Jane's mind. Jane came to me and kneeled in the
shower. She began to kiss and tongue my clit. "You see, Becky, we shave
because it's cleaner, more sanitary, when making love; whether it's with your
boyfriend or best friend," I told her. "But I thought you said you weren't
gay?" Becky asked. "We're not," I said, "but I said we love each other's
muscles and that includes our clits and vagina's. Come here, Becky, let me
show you something."

Becky approached slowly. "Come on, don't be nervous," I said, "Give me you
hand." She didn't react at first, so I reached forward and took her by the
wrist. "Now don't be afraid, I'm going to show you something," I said and
guided her hand to my clit. I moved it slowly over the labia and it responded
by hardening. "OK, now make a fist," I said, and guided her fist into my
vagina. "Don't be afraid," I said and tightened my vagina walls onto her
wrist. "Now try and pull your hand free," I told her. Try as she might, she
couldn't pull it free. Next, I began to undulate my muscles. I have great
control if I do say so myelf. After several minutes, I came, soaking her hand.
I released my grip and she pulled her hand out. "Lick it," I said. She looked
at me quizically. "I said lick it. Lick my juices off your hand, do it now!" I
said more sternly. She began to lick her fingers and then her palm and finally
the back of her hand.

"The one thing I've failed to mention is that I'm the dominant one," I told
her, "from now on you will address me as Mistress Amanda or just Mistress, do
you understand? And you will call her," I said, indicating Jane, "Mistress
Jane, got that?" "Yes, Mistress," Becky said. I like her already. She is a
quick learner.

"Get our towels, Becky," Jane said. "Yes, Mistress," she replied and went to
get the towels from the shelf. I looked at Jane and said, "She'll make a good
slave." "I think so too, she just needs to be broke in a little more," Jane
replied. "We can do that," I said and smiled. I grabbed Jane and gave her a
deep tongued french kiss.

Becky came back with the towels. We took them and began toweling off. "Take
your clothes off, Becky, I want to see that body of yours," I said. She slowly
took her clothes off and we were done drying off before she was through. "Come
on, we haven't got all night," Jane said. Becky was down to her cotton briefs
and Jane removed those. She had sparse pubic hair, but otherwise was clean
shaven. "See," I said, "I don't know why women shave their legs and under
their arms, but don't shave their mons. Hand me that razor, Jane." Jane did
and taking hold of Becky's shoulder told her, "Get wet, I'm going to shave
you." She adjusted the water then lathered her pubes with some soap. I gently
scraped away the unwanted hair.

When I was done, I stepped back and admired my work. "Wonderful. You look a
lot better," I said, "Doesn't she, Jane?" 'Yes, she does," Jane said and
reached out and stroked Becky's clean pubes. Becky pulled away and Jane told
her, "Don't ever pull away from Amanda or me. You're ours now, do you
understand?" "Yes, Mistress," Becky said and Jane stroked her several more
times without Becky pulling away.

"Be back here tomorrow," I told Becky, "same time." Once Becky left, Jane and
I got dressed. "Do you think she'll be back," Jane asked me. "She'll be back,
I can tell." 'It will be nice to have someone to whorship me once again,' I
thought, 'Jane is becoming too dominant and she has Jeremy.'

To be continued ...