Tammy -Teen Muscle Goddess
By Muscle Fan, covert.1@hotmail.com
Chapter 4


The party the previous day had been a success. Monica showed up at eight
Sunday morning. She wanted some instruction on exercises and proper technique
of lifting, and I was only too happy to show her.

We went to the garage where I stripped off my shorts and sports bra. "I'm
sorry, Monica, but I like to work out naked so that I can watch my muscles, I
hope you don't mind," I said. 'Why would I mind', Monica thought, 'she has a
body to die for.' "Not at all," Monica said, "But if you don't mind, I'll just
keep my shorts and top on, you put me to shame." I laughed softly, "Nonsense,
you have a great body."

I showed Monica the pull down machine, shoulder shrugs and pull ups, for
shoulders; dumbbell curls, seated barbell curls and cable curls for biceps.
"You use much heavier weights than I do," Monica said. "Don't worry about
that, Monica," I said, "You have to use whatever is best for you then
gradually increase the weight. Just tax your muscles and they'll grow."

After two hours of a non-stop work out, we were drenched in sweat. I went to
the refrigerator in the corner and took out two bottles of water, handing one
to Monica. I took a long drink of water allowing some to run down my chin onto
my chest and down to my abs and clit. Monica stopped drinking for fear of
choking on her water as she watched me.

"I love it when I work out," I said, now standing in front of the mirror
turning first one way then another. "I love to see my muscles pop, to see the
definition and to feel my power," I said, "Come on, Monica, feel my strength,
I know you want to, here, feel the small abductor muscles," and I took Monica
by her wrist and guide her hand to my abs, then down to my pussy.

Monica was watching her hand in the mirror, but then looked up into my eyes; a
slight smile crossed my face. When she looked down again, I no longer had her
by the wrist, but she was fingering my clit. "Go down on me, Monica," I said,
"taste my saltiness. You've had me before, take me again."

'What was it about this girl that I can't resist making love to her,' Monica
thought as she sunk to her knees and kissed my labia and clit. "That's it," I
said, "tease me Monica." I closed my eyes as Monica toyed with my clit and as
I neared climax, I held Monica's face in place and exploded into her waiting
mouth. "Ahh," I said as I released my cum, "Drink."

The thought crossed Monica's mind that she might drowned or suffocate as the
torrent of cum filled her mouth. She swallowed as quickly as she could, the
saltiness and sweetness of Tammy's juices. Once I was satiated, Monica stood
and embraced me, "Thank you, Tammy." I broke the embrace and told Monica, "You
must call me mistress or Mistress Tammy, do you understand?" "Yes, mistress,"
she said, and I again hugged Monica. "Good," I said, "Your workout went well;
let's jump in the pool to cool down."

We walked through the gate into the backyard and the patio. "Take your shorts
and bra off," I said as I waded into the shallow end and then swam to the far
end of the pool. Monica removed her shorts and sports bra and followed me.

"I'll race you to the other end," I said. Monica had always considered herself
a good swimmer, so she said, "Sure, why not," and took off. I was caught a
little off guard, but pushed off from the wall and with my muscled legs caught
up to Monica. Within several strokes, I passed her and touched the wall a full
length ahead of Monica. "You're an excellent swimmer," Monica said between
breaths. "Thanks," I said, not breathing heavy at all, "let's take advantage
of the sun and dry off, shall we?"

Monica followed me from the pool and stretched out on an adjacent chaise.
'This is heaven,' Monica thought as she basked in the warmth of the sun.

Monica was almost dozing when she heard the French door open and close. She
turned her head slightly to see Tim walking their way. She quickly covered her
breasts and tried to cover her hips with the towel. Then glancing at me saw a
smile cross my face at her frantic attempts to cover herself. "Don't be
embarrassed, Monica," I said, "All of my brothers know what a woman looks
like, besides, I'm in control." Monica looked at me questioningly. Tim stood
beside my lounge looking down at my muscles. "Can I get either of you
anything?" he asked.

"We'll take a couple of soft drink, Tim, thanks," I said looking up at him,
"but first, Monica is embarrassed that she's naked, Tim, take off your shorts
and shirt so she feels more at ease." Tim without question unbuttoned his
shorts letting them fall to the ground, and then peeled his T-shirt over his
head. He retrieved his shorts and folded his shirt placing both on a vacant
chaise, then removed his boxer shorts. His penis sprang free and Monica who
had seen Jim naked on numerous occasions nearly gasped now at seeing Tim
naked.

In a soft voice, I turned to Monica and said, "Watch and learn." Then I said
to Tim, "Come here, Tim," and pointed to the side of the chaise between myself
and Monica. He stepped between the two lounges. I reached up and taking Tim by
his cock began fingering the head of his manhood. Monica was now riveted on
the action before her and had forgotten about her modesty.

I teased Tim's penis, and began to stroke him, his manhood responding to my
touch. When his erection was complete, I once again turned to Monica and said,
"Watch and learn," and removed my hand and said, "Come for me, Tim, show
Monica how you obey your mistress," and seconds later, a stream of cum shot
forth between the lounges.

"Be a good boy and clean that up, Tim, then go get our drinks," I said as if I
were talking to a child rather than an older brother. Tim knelt on the pool
deck and lapped his cum up, then disappeared back into the house not bothering
to put his clothes back on.

"That was amazing," Monica told me, "do you have that same control over Jim
and Tom as well?" "Oh, yes," I said, "and did you notice that without even
stroking him to orgasm, he was able to come just by me telling him to." "Yes,"
Monica said, "That was fantastic." "It's all a matter of control, Monica," I
said, "all about control."

Tim returned with our drinks. "Thank you, Tim," Monica said. "You're welcome,"
Tim said. "Tim, Monica wants to feel your cock," I said, and looked at Monica
who was blushing. "Don't be afraid," I said to Monica, "it won't bite," and
chuckled.

Monica took Tim's penis lightly in her hand as if she were weighing a sausage.
She stroked it with her thumb, and then wrapped her fingers around his meaty
shaft. She stroked it as she had seen me do and I noticed that he was
responding to her touch.

"Monica, what the hell are you doing?" Jim shouted as he came through the
French doors. Monica immediately let go of Tim and Tim turned in time to get
right fist to the jaw. I got up immediately and said, "Stop it, stop it," and
got between the two men. My mind was racing now, 'how am I going to calm down
these two', I thought. I looked at Tim who was holding his cheek, then spun
back around to Jim who was breathing hard wanting to take another punch at his
brother.

"Calm down, Jim," I said, "I'm afraid I'm to blame for this. I had Tim take
his clothes off, and well, I was showing Monica the control I have over Tim."
Jim looked around me at Tim, who was now sitting on my chaise, head in his
hands. "And what about Monica playing with his cock," Jim asked. "I told her
to do that too, I'm sorry," I said. I hadn't counted on such jealousy.

"Please, tell Tim you're sorry, if you want to be angry, be angry with me," I
said, and stepped from between the lounge chairs so that Jim could address
Tim. Tim looked up and I could see the puffiness in his cheek and the skin
beginning to turn purplish. "I'm sorry, Tim," Jim said, holding out his hand.
Tim stood and shook his hand, then embraced his older brother. "I'm sorry
too," Tim said, "I got carried away."

Now Jim looked down at Monica who said, "I'm sorry Jim, I don't know what came
over me. I won't let it happen again." Jim smiled weakly and said, "OK,
perhaps I overreacted," then added, "Ours is probably not the average
household, Monica." "You can say that again," I said and that drew a bit of a
laugh from Tim and Jim, "Are we good here," I asked. One after the other they
said, 'Yes.'

Jim undressed and pulled a chaise next to Monica. 'If they survived that,' I
thought, 'they'll survive anything'.

Tommy and Megan walked out a short time later, and I didn't know how they
would react to seeing the four of us laying out naked, not so much Tommy as
Megan.

"Hey, bro, where'd you get that shiner," Tommy asked Tim. "I walked into a
door," Tim lied. "Yea, whatever," Tommy said, "Mind if we join this orgy?"
"Tommy!" I said, "Quit showing off. If you want to lie out, fine, but we're
trying to relax here." "OK, OK," he said and began to kick off his shoes and
then peel the T-shirt over his head. It was then he glanced at Megan who was
just standing there. "What, Meg," he asked, "You're not embarrassed are you?"
"Oh, Tommy, I don't know, I'm just not comfortable," she said. I looked at
Tommy and he rolled his eyes. "Tommy, leave her alone, if she's embarrassed,
that's OK, you have to be comfortable with your body, right," I asked. "Yes,
Tammy," he said. Now, shrugging off his underwear, he pulled two chaise
lounges near the rest of us. Grabbing a couple of beach towels, he spread them
on the lounges and Tommy lay down.

Before Megan could I asked her, "Megan, would you give me a hand in the
kitchen?" "Sure, Tammy," she said, probably happy to be away from the other
guests, "what can I do to help?" "I just need some help with the
refreshments," I said.

Once inside I turned to her and said, "Look, Tommy's a jerk, so don't feel
pressured. I meant what I said out there, you have to feel comfortable with
your body, but I don't understand, I've seen you at school and you've got a
body any guy would lust for. What gives?" She sighed and then said, "It's my
clit, it's ugly, and my labia is, well, puffy. I'm embarrassed." "Let's see,"
I told her, "I'm sure you're exaggerating." She looked at the door and then
back at me and said softly, "All right, but I warned you."

She removed her skirt and I could see the 'camel toe' outline through her
panties. As she removed her panties, I could see her clitoris peeking out of
her labia. Looking up and meeting her gaze, I said, "Oh, Megan, you're
perfectly fine. You're beautiful down there, honestly."

I looked down again and then squatted in front of her so that I was eye level
with her clit and kissed her. As soon as I did, she sighed and I flicked the
tip of her protruding clit with my tongue. I separated the labia and within
seconds she was near orgasm. I placed my index finger on her clit and she
exploded, sending a stream of her cum onto the kitchen floor.

Standing up, I gave her a hug as she sobbed. "Oh, I'm sorry, Tammy, I didn't
mean to explode like that, it's just that I'm very sensitive, you know."
"That's OK, really, come on let's take these things out by the pool, I'll have
Tommy clean up you cum," I said.

Back outside, we dropped off the snacks and drinks and Megan took her top off.
"Tommy, go into the kitchen and clean the floor, we had a bit of an accident,"
I said, getting ready to lie down.

"I will in a little bit, sis," Tommy said, but before he could say anything
else, I quickly walked to his lounge and putting one foot beside him, reached
down and pulled his hair so his head came off the rest. "You'll do what I tell
you and you'll do it now," I said sternly. He tried to loosen my grip on his
hair, tugging at my wrist, but that was futile. "You're acting like a child
and you've disrespected me and Megan, now get your sorry ass in that kitchen
and lick that floor clean, do I make myself clear?" I said, "And from now on
you will refer to me as mistress, this is your last warning," and I threw his
head back against the headrest.

Tommy was rubbing the back of his head but wordlessly got up and padded into
the kitchen. I followed him. He looked at the clear fluid on the floor and
began to reach for a paper towel. "Don't you dare wipe that up with a paper
towel," I said, "I gave you specific orders to lap it up like the dog you are,
now get to work, bitch!"

He wheeled around to face me and said loudly, "You're the bitch ... " but my
blow to the solar plexus cut him short. He doubled over and I grabbed his hair
again pushed his head between my thighs, causing him to fall to his knees. I
constricted his head with my quads and he began beating at my legs to free
him. "Your weak, Tommy, I could stand here all day or I could pop your skull
like a melon," I said, "Would you like that?" "No," he cried. "No, who?" I
asked. "No, mistress, please let me go," he pleaded.

I released my grip on his head and he fell into Megan's cum. "Now get busy
licking or I'll beat the crap out of you, do you understand?" I asked. "Yes,
mistress," he said, massaging his head. I laughed then placed my foot on one
of his shoulders and pressed down forcing his face into Megan's cum.

I left him lying there on the kitchen floor and went back outside. "I'm
sorry," I told my two older brothers and Megan and Monica, "Tommy needed to be
disciplined, he'll be back in a minute." Megan looked a bit upset so I said to
her, "Tommy has a lot of growing up to do. He needs to learn respect and who's
in control."

Tommy returned a short while later, his knees red and raw from kneeling on the
floor and he had a bruise on his cheek where I had pushed his face to the
floor. He said nothing as he glanced my way and took his lounge once again.
Megan looked him in the eye and lovingly touched his bruised cheek.

I was going to get a 'B' in geometry, but it would help my grade point average
if I got a 'B' in Spanish as well. MS Martinez was my Spanish teacher and I
had her my last period of the day.

After class I lingered until the last student had left, and then quietly
locked the door and approached MS Martinez' desk. "Excuse me, MS Martinez," I
said, "I'd like to talk to you about bettering my grade in your class." "Well,
Tammy," she said, "You're getting a solid 'C' now, you're on track to raise
that if you do well on the quiz' and final." "Thank you, MS Martinez," I said,
"but it's important that I get a 'B' or an 'A' in Spanish, I'll need the
credits to get into college." "Well, like I said, you have the potential to
get up to a 'B'," she repeated. 'I'm going to have to take a different
approach with this woman,' I thought.

"Look," I said, and stepped closer to her placing my hands on my hips, "I said
I need an 'A' in your class. I wasn't discussing the potential or possibility
of getting an 'A', I said I need an 'A' in this class, do I make myself
clear?" She swallowed hard and then looked from my eyes, down my body to my
bare legs and on to my feet. I was wearing a pair of pumps that had a short
spiked heel. I placed one foot on the edge of the seat of her chair between
her legs, at the same time raising my skirt to give her clear view of what I
had, or rather didn't have, under the skirt.

MS Martinez now had a few beads of perspiration on her forehead. "I see you
were admiring my legs, MS Martinez, they are spectacular, are they not?" I
asked. She slowly nodded. I smiled and plucked an apple off her desk.

"Watch what my magnificent thighs can do," I said and placed the apple between
my quads. With my superior muscle control I began to slowly squeeze the apple
until it popped between my legs. "I'm sorry, sometimes I get carried away," I
said, "were you planning on eating that apple? Here," and I put my foot up on
the edge of her chair again, the larger pieces falling to the floor, "go ahead
and eat your apple. You can lick it off my leg, MS Martinez."

She looked up at me, fear in her eyes, now small beads of sweat were formed on
her upper lip. "Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you as long as you follow
through with that 'A'," I said. She leaned forward and tentatively began to
lick the pieces of apple and its juice from my quad. "Why MS Martinez, if I
didn't know better, I'd think you've done this before," I said, "Go higher, my
pussy wants to feel that tongue of yours."

Without hesitation she began to lick my labia and clit. "Ahh," I cooed, and
then told her, "Go ahead and pleasure yourself, but keep your tongue there; I
want to come in your mouth." She reached under her skirt and played with
herself, and in a minute we both climaxed.

"Very good MS Martinez," I said, straightening my skirt, "You might want to
use the restroom to freshen yourself up," then I kissed her and ran my tongue
in her mouth, tasting the last remnants of my cum. We parted and I smiled at
her, "Bueno adi#s, la Sra Martinez, le da gracias por la Buena vez y yo espero
el 'A' en la clase." 'Good bye, MS Martinez, thank you for the good time and I
look forward to the 'A' in the class.'

I walked to the door, unlocked it and left her sitting there still trying to
compose herself.

As I walked down the hall toward the exit I thought, 'Men, women and the
teachers are so easy to control. They all want only one thing, to be dominated
and controlled. They don't admit it, but it's their secret fantasy. I'm just
glad I can make that fantasy come alive even if for a short time.'

I walked home and went immediately to my room where I undressed and spent the
next half hour admiring my muscles. Flexing in front of the mirror, I pumped
and posed, allowing my fingertips to glide over the warm granite-like surface
of my skin.

'I'm a teen muscle goddess for sure,' I thought.