Tammy - Teen Muscle Goddess
By Muscle Fan, covert.1@hotmail.com
Chapter 5


Friday night and I was sitting on the couch watching TV. I had spent the last
two hours pumping iron in the gym and thought I'd relax, but as I ran through
the channels, nothing of interest was on. 'Well, this is boring,' I thought.

I headed for my bedroom and as I passed Tim's room, I glanced through the
partially open bedroom door. Tim was lying on the bed wearing only a pair of
boxer shorts, reading a magazine. I would have continued past his room, but
the bulge in his shorts was hard to miss, so I stood still, watching.

He placed his right hand on his penis and began to massage himself while
holding the magazine with his left. He adjusted his shorts allowing his
manhood to escape. His erection was stiff and straight.

Before he began stroking himself, I quietly opened the door and padded to the
bed. "What are you looking at," I asked softly, startling him. He jumped
slightly, but not bothering to try to conceal his erection, said, "Hot Bod, I
saw it at the convenience store when I stopped for gas this morning."

I took the magazine from him and looked at the page he had been studying. A
fitness model was posed in a G-string against the side of a building, arms
outstretched, back slightly arched, her silicon enhanced breasts thrust
forward. "Do you find her attractive?" I asked, holding the magazine up for
him to look at. "Well," he said, and looked down at his penis which was still
erect. I smiled and gave his shaft a playful swat.

"Ow", he said, "careful, you don't want to bruise little Timmy." I laughed,
"Little Timmy? Really? Do all men name their cocks?" I asked. "I don't know
about all men, but I did," he said and chuckled along with me.

"Back to my original question, do you find her attractive," I asked. "Sure,"
Tim said, "She's practically naked, she has big tits, her body's not bad and
she has a nice face." "Interesting," I said, "that you list her attributes in
that order; nakedness, tits, body and then face. Is that the order of
importance?" "Oh, sis," he said, "why do I feel like you're always grilling
me?' "Maybe I am," I said, "I'm just trying to find out what makes my brother
ticks. So, is that the order of importance?"

"I don't know," he said, "maybe." "And do you find me attractive?" I asked,
"I'm naked, my tits aren't big, but they're firm, my body is amazing compared
to 'magazine girl' and I think I have a nice face." "Yes," Tim said, "I find
you attractive, Tam."

I could tell he did because even though he was no longer looking at 'magazine
girl' he hadn't lost his hard-on. I smiled at him and said, "Call me mistress,
Tim," and I took his shaft in my hand and squeezed. He winced and tried to
roll away on his side but I held him in place. I dropped the magazine on the
floor.

"What's the matter, Tim, afraid I'm going to hurt 'Little Timmy'?" I asked,
and loosened my grip and began to slowly stroke him. "Don't come until I tell
you to, understand?" I said. "Yes, mistress," my brother answered. Smiling, I
knelt on the bed, straddling his hips. I stopped stroking him and let go of
his shaft as I lowered myself on it. Without foreplay, I was tight, but I knew
I wouldn't be for long.

I rose up and down, and then tightened my vaginal muscles on his cock.
"Please, Tammy, mistress, that hurts," he said. 'I guess I don't know my own
strength,' I thought as I loosened my grip on his shaft. I continued riding
his cock as I watched his face. I was sure he was doing all he could to
refrain from climaxing, so I said, "Not yet Tim, hold it," and I increased my
momentum.

I rode him for nearly twenty minutes when I felt I was nearing orgasm. "All
right, stud, you may come," I said as I gave in to my desires. I stood on my
knees allowing his manhood to slip from my grasp. I laughed softly and told
him, "Now you need to get your cum out of my pussy, Tim," and I moved forward
and straddled his face, now facing his feet. I lowered myself to his waiting
tongue and said, "Clean your mistress, Tim, lap all of that cum and sweat from
my pussy."

I occasionally allowed him to suck in gulps of air, but kept my clit planted
firmly to his lips. I reached out and fingered his limp penis which was
sitting isolated atop his thigh. It responded to my touch. "Well, well, well,"
I said, "looks like little Tim wants some more play time," and giggled.

I bent forward and took him in my mouth. As I did, he caught his breath. I ran
a tongue along the entire length of his shaft then circled the head. Now once
more fully erect, I got off the bed. Thinking I was leaving, he said, "No,
wait, please don't go." I only looked back at him and said, "I want to give
you something special, Tim, lie back, watch and enjoy."

Flexing my arms, first one, then the other and finally a double bicep pose, my
arms exploded. I crossed my arms in front of me to flare my traps and then
tightened my chest muscles. "Do you like my muscles, Tim?" I asked. "Yes,
mistress," he said softly.

Picking the magazine off the floor, I held it up for him to look at once more.
"Now who would you prefer, 'magazine girl,' or 'muscle goddess'?" I asked,
tightening my abdominals. "You," he said, "I want you, mistress." "I thought
so, brother," I said, "now show your mistress how much you want me. Come for
me, let me see that cock of yours erupt," and I stood on the bed, my legs
either side of his hips. I tossed his magazine to the floor once again. I
flexed my thighs and reaching down ran a hand up my legs beginning at my
ankles. The feel of my rock hard muscles sent a wave of pleasure through me
and I sent a stream of cum down onto his stomach. "Ahh," I sighed, and he
erupted with a spurt of semen that nearly reached my clit.

"Very good, Timmy," I said, stepping down off the bed, "clean yourself and the
bed up." "Yes, mistress," he said.

I walked to the door and turned, "Oh, and Tim, through that magazine away, I
don't want you fanaticizing about anyone but me, understand?" "Yes, mistress,"
he said meekly. As I turned, I smiled and headed to my room and a hot shower.

It was nearing the end of the school year, my junior year, and final exams
were coming up. I had good grades but wanted to make sure that Mr. Barnes, my
geometry teacher, would follow through with that 'B' that he promised. The
thought crossed my mind that I might get an 'A' if I disciplined him a little
more.

After class on my way to the door, I hesitated at his desk. "Mr. Barnes," I
said, "I'll be coming by tonight after school to see you." He kept his eyes
glued to his desk and stammered, "Ahh, tonight? Ahh, it's really not a good
night for me, ahh, Miss Connors."

I quickly looked around the room. He and I were the only ones there. I balled
my fist and hit his desk hard enough to split the wood. I did this quickly and
it had the desired effect. Mr. Barnes began whimpering.

"Shut up, Barnesy," I said, "I'm coming by after school and you better be
here, do you understand?" "Ye, yes, Miss Connors," he said, cowering away from
me. "Pathetic worm," I said, and stalked out of the classroom.

After school, I waited for a half hour before going to see Mr. Barnes. I
walked in, locking the door behind me. He didn't look up. I didn't care, I was
in control. I walked to his desk and said, "Stand up, you piece of crap. I
have half a mind to beat you to a pulp for telling me this afternoon that you
were too busy." "Yes, mistress," he said and got to his feet.

"Drop your pants, Barnes," I said and when he hesitated, I said, "Do it or I
will beat you, you know I will." He loosened his belt and unbuttoned and
unzipped his pants, allowing them to fall to his feet. "Now the tidy-whitey,"
I said. Only now did he steal a glance at me, but with a finger in the
waistband of his shorts, he pulled them down. His puny little penis hung
loosely.

Barnes was rather short in stature, with a beer belly and thinning hair. "Put
it on the desk, Barnes," I said. "Wh-what?" he asked. "I said get that limp
cock of your up on the desk." I think he was sobbing but with two fingers, he
put his penis on the desk. Looking at it disgusted me.

I opened the desk drawer nearest me and withdrew an old fashion wooden ruler.
"Wh-what are you going to do with that?" he asked. I chuckled, "I'm going to
measure that limp piece of meat you call a pecker." I laid the ruler next to
it and it was a magnificent two and one-half inches. "That's pathetic," I
said, picking the ruler up and slapping it against the desk near his penis.

"Pl-please don't hurt me, Miss Connors," he blubbered, clearly sobbing now. I
laughed, and then picked the stapler off his desk. "Maybe I should just staple
that little thing to the desk, would you like that?" "No, Miss Connors," he
said. I quickly pumped a staple through the fleshy skin, nailing his penis to
the desk. I did it so fast it took him several seconds to register the pain.
By then I had clamped a hand over his mouth. I watched as two small rivulets
of blood seeped from beneath the wound.

"Be quiet, bitch," I said, "or the next staple I drive in will be through the
meat of 'Little Barnsey' do you understand?" Tears ran across my hand covering
his mouth but he managed to nod. "Good," I said, "now I told you to refer to
me as 'mistress', so I'm going to remove my hand and I want you to be very
quiet, OK?" I slowly removed my hand covering his mouth. "Yes, mistress," he
said choking back sobs.

"Now I'm going to ask you once, Mr. Barnes, give me an 'A' in your class. If
you agree, I'll take the staple out of you dick, if you don't agree, I'll
tease my muscles giving you a hard-on which will, I'm sure, cause you a hell
of a lot of pain," I said, "so what's it going to be, an 'A' or a hard-on?"
"I'll give you an 'A', mistress, please, take the staple out," he pleaded. I
laughed and slipping my thumbnail under the skin where the staple had him
pinned to the desk. With a quick motion, I freed him from the desk top.

"I'll let you enjoy pulling the staple from the skin," I said, "and I suggest
you put some disinfectant on that wound as soon as possible, otherwise it may
become infected and cause what dick you have to fall off." "Yes, mistress,
right away, mistress," he said pulling the staple from the skin.

He was still working on pulling the staple free when I put one finger under
his chin and tilted his head up to face me. Looking him in the eye, I said,
"Be sure to give me the 'A', Mr. Barnes, or I'll have to come back and really
hurt you, do you understand?" I smiled and he stammered, "Yes, mistress."
"Good," I said and turned and left, leaving the man struggling to remove the
staple as painlessly as possible.

I took my final exams, all of them, even though my geometry and Spanish
results were a foregone conclusion. Much to my surprise, I got an 84% on my
final geometry test and Mr. Barnes was true to his word and gave me an 'A' in
the class. Ms Martinez, my Spanish teacher gave me an 'A' as well. In the end
I got four 'A's' and two 'B's' for a 3.66 grade point average. 'Not bad,' I
thought.

Zoe came over that Saturday and as we lay by the pool, she asked if I were
going to work that summer. I hadn't thought of it, to be honest, but I suppose
I should just to earn money for my own rather than depend on my brothers for
cash. Zoe was going to work downtown at a trendy boutique that did custom
dresses, women's suits and 'other apparel' as she put it. I couldn't imagine
me working in a boutique dealing with women all day long. 'No,' I thought, 'I
need to find a job that I can relate to, I'll go downtown on Monday and see
what I can find.'

"I'll go downtown on Monday and see what I can find," I told Zoe. "Don't wait
too long," she said, "or the good jobs will all be gone."

The warm sun felt marvelous on my body. Today Zoe and I had the house to
ourselves. Jim was at Monica's and was spending more and more time there, Tim
was who-knows-where, and Tom was with Megan for a day at the beach. 'Who needs
a beach when we have a perfectly good pool,' I thought.

I glanced over at Zoe. She was nearly as tan as I was and had a nice, toned
body thanks to me helping her with some exercises. Shielding my eyes from the
sun, I said, "You're looking pretty hot, girl." Zoe turned to me and said,
"Not as hot as you, Tam, but I feel better and my stamina has increased." She
raised her arm and flexed her bicep. It was probably twelve or thirteen
inches, but firm. "Looking good," I said, and mimicked her pose, my bicep
jumping to seventeen inches.

"OMG," Zoe said, "I swear, Tammy, every time we're together I swear you're
bigger." I laughed and said, "I think I'm addicted to working out, Zoe, do you
think that's possible?" "Maybe," she said and stood up and stretched, "but I
know one thing, your muscles are a turn on for me," and she gave me a sly
smile.

"OK," I said, "Come here," holding out my arm. She lifted her leg over my
chaise and lowered herself to my face. I brought her to climax in a matter of
minutes. "Oh, Tammy," she exclaimed as she reached orgasm, "That was friggin'
fantastic." I laughed as I licked my lips, tasting the last droplets of her
juices.

"You need to learn to pace yourself, Zoe," I said, "make your orgasms last.
Your lovers will appreciate it and it heightens your pleasure." "I can't," she
said, "at least not with you. You bring me off real quick. With Tim, I lasted
a half hour or better."

Zoe had had sex with my 23-year old middle brother. She had told me about how
she had controlled him although not like I controlled him, hers was a softer
approach. "That's what I mean, you need to be able to last when we have sex,"
I told her, "when my brothers and I have sex, I can control how quickly they
come; it heightens the passion and desire." "I'll need more practice," Zoe
said.

Just then Tim stepped out on the patio. I looked at Zoe and softly said, "I
think your partner is here," then turning to Tim said, "Hi, Tim, care to join
us?" He looked between Zoe and me and said, "Sure, just let me get out of
these clothes."

Tim striped off his clothes laying them on the patio table. "Take the chaise
next to Zoe," I said, and he spread a towel out on the chair. Tim wasn't as
tan as Zoe or I, but with no tan lines and the body of an athlete, he looked
good. Apparently Zoe thought so too because she said, "Time for that 'rain
check', Tim?" Tim smiled but glanced at me.

"Don't mind me you guys," I said as Zoe got up and spreading her towel from
her chaise on the ground, knelt and began to kiss Tim's cock.

I rolled on my side to watch. Soon, Zoe had Tim erect.