Tammy Teen Muscle Goddess
By Muscle Fan, covert.1@hotmail.com
Chapter 6


I lay there poolside watching Zoe bring my brother, Tim, to erection. His
manhood was stiff and perhaps eight-inches. She stopped and then straddled his
hips, lowering herself. I was getting turned on by the sight of them just
five-feet away.

Tim closed his eyes as Zoe slowly enveloped his shaft and his breath caught in
his throat.

Rising from my chaise, I padded to his side and then straddled Tim's face,
lowering myself to his lips. I was facing Zoe and leaned in giving her a
sensuous kiss on the lips, then parting them and exploring her mouth with my
tongue.

Tim didn't have to be told what to do as I suspended my waiting pussy a
fraction above his mouth.

Zoe began to rise and lower herself on his shaft, slowly at first, then
increasing the rhythm. As she did, Tim flicked my clit with his
well-disciplined tongue, playing with my womanhood. It was perhaps fifteen
minutes when the three of us reached a common orgasm.

As Tim cleared the last droplets of my cum from my pussy, Zoe rose from Tim's
hips and stretched. "That was fantastic," she said, giving a sly smile. "Yes,"
I said, "Tim is a great lover, aren't you Tim?" "I try, mistress," Tim said,
and gave Zoe and me a smile.

The three of us lay there, basking in the warm sun and drifted off to sleep. I
dreamt of summer vacation and that when I started school in the fall, I'd be a
senior. I thought. 'Next semester shouldn't be too hard, a couple of elective
classes and only one math class, trigonometry, with my favorite teacher, Mr.
Barnes. I need to take the college entrance exam, but other than that, no
sweat.'

The following day I was bathed in sweat, seated in a straight back chair in
the garage, doing seated military presses. I watched myself in the mirror,
slowly lower and raise the bar to my striated chest, just above my small, yet
firm breasts.

Zoe had gotten a summer job at one of those trendy boutiques downtown. In
fact, it was the same shop in which Zoe had gone down on me in the dressing
room as I tried on some new outfits. I chuckled to myself as I thought, 'I
wonder if they shampooed the carpet after that, I came so much.'

Working out always made me horny and today was no exception. 'Maybe I should
go downtown and pay Zoe a visit, see if she'll get me off,' I thought, 'She's
always a willing participant.' Just then, my oldest brother Jim came in. Jim
was in good shape, but wasn't as 'hung' as Tim, although his girlfriend,
Monica never complained. But, here he was and I was horny.

Jim was shirtless, wearing a pair of well-worn gym shorts and his favorite
Reeboks. "Good morning, sis," he said. "Hi, Jim, what are you working today?"
I asked. "Shoulders and legs," he replied. "Good, here, you can do a set," and
I got up from the bench so that he could sit down. He looked at the bar and
the weight and said, "That's too heavy for me."

I smiled and said, "I can give you a spot." "That's OK," he said, "I need to
warm up anyway," and went to the pull-down machine and sat on the bench. I sat
back down and slowly did another set feeling my shoulders being tested by the
weight. I re-racked the weight and sat watching Jim pull the bar from the
cable pull-down slowly to his chest.

I selected a set of dumbbells and lay on the flat bench next to where my
brother was working out. I lay back and began doing dumbbell flies. The
tension in my chest was exhilarating. My small, firm breasts with their erect
nipples glistened with beads of sweat. I knew he was watching my every move in
the mirror. I repositioned my feet further apart and imagined his breath
catching in his throat as he looked at my pussy.

I let the dumbbells drop from my fingertips, without sitting up. They landed
with a dull thud as they hit the rubber padded floor. "Take me, Jim," I said,
"I need to climax hard." He slowly rose and standing next to my bench, pulled
his shorts down. His erection was complete and I repeated, "Take me, make love
to your mistress."

Jim knelt between my legs and busied himself kissing and toying with my clit
while I explored my tits with my hands, pulling and squeezing my hard nipples.
I shuddered as I came and he lapped my sweet nectar.

On his knees, he kissed my mons and then tongued my navel. He worked his way
up my body until he had to stand, and then continued till he got to my
breasts. Holding his face between my hands I whispered softly, "Make love to
your mistress."

He slid his body along mine, entering my waiting vagina. I held his cock
captive and tightening my vaginal muscles. I found that with a little
practice, I could control the rhythm and literally 'milked' his cock. "Oh,
Tammy," he said, totally spent, "I've never had an orgasm like that before." I
smiled to myself but said to Jim, "And you never will except with me, brother,
just remember this the next time you and Monica are screwing, now get off of
me and clean that cum out of my pussy."

I know it was a 'bitchy' thing to say, but I was satiated now and needed to
get to the shower. He lapped up his cum and swallowed.

I returned the dumbbells to the rack and brought my arms up, shoulder height,
tightening my biceps. My muscles responded. Jim stood to the side looking at
my reflection in the mirror. "Do you like it that your sister is your
mistress, Jimmy, and that my muscles are so big and strong?" "Oh, yes,
mistress," he said.

Tightening my abs, I watched as each of the small abdominals 'popped'. I ran
my hand over my rock-hard abs. "Good," I said, "I can make them more defined,
but they're good for now." I turned and headed for the door. Midway, I turned
and looked over my shoulder, back at Jim. I knew he had been watching my firm
ass. "Go on," I said, "You can come again, I know you want to, you were a good
boy." I turned again and walked to the door as he said, "Thank you mistress."

I went downtown and walked along the boulevard heading for the boutique where
Zoe worked. As I passed a storefront, a sign in the window caught my eye; 'HB
Gym coming soon' and on a piece of paper taped to the window, 'Now Hiring.'

I stopped and shielding my eyes, looked in the window. The gym had taken over
where a mall hardware store had once been. I could see the front desk,
equipment, mirrors and what I presumed was the entrance to the locker and
shower rooms. It looked as if they would be ready to open any day now.

Trying the front door, I found it unlocked and went in. A man in his forties
was stacking vitamin supplements in a cabinet behind the counter. "Hi," I said
as I neared the counter. "I'm sorry," he said, not bothering to turn around,
"we're not open yet." "Oh, I'm not here to join," I said, "I'm here to ask
about the help wanted sign in the window."

That got his attention and he turned around. "Oh," he said looking at me, "do
you have any experience?" "Sure," I said, "I'm not a kid, you know." He
blushed and said, "No, I mean training people, working with the public, that
sort of thing." "Oh," I said, "I thought you meant, well, never mind," and I
laughed, and then said, "I'm Tammy. Tammy Connors," and held out my hand to
shake.

He took my hand in his and said, "Howard, Howard Barber," and gave my hand a
firm handshake. "That explains the 'HB Gym' then," I said. "Well, actually it
stands for 'Hard Body'," Howard said, "but I couldn't pass up the dual
meaning. So do you have experience working in a gym?" "No," I said, "but I
know my way around weights, exercise and can out lift most men, Mr. Barber."
"Please, it's Howard. I need someone who not only knows their exercises, but
who is a people person and can sell these supplements and some of this workout
clothing as well," Howard said, "You look like you're strong, but sometimes
looks are deceiving."

I gave Howard a big smile and said, "I'm sure I'm stronger than you, Howard,
and as for being a 'people person', I know what men and women want, maybe even
before they do." "I'll tell you what, Tammy," he said, "If you can out bench
press me, I'll try you for a week to see how you interact with the clients,
how's that?" "You're on, Howard," I said.

We walked to a flat bench in the rear of the gym. It had a 45-pound plate on
each end. "Do you think you can lift that?" he asked. I put my hands on my
hips and said, "I'm not a little girl you know." He smiled and put another
45-pound plate on each end. "What about now?" he said, "that's getting pretty
heavy." The bar was maybe 25-pounds bringing the weight to a little over
200-pounds.

I hesitated because I wanted to see what he would say. He smiled and said,
"Well, I can do that," in a condescending tone. "Go ahead and show me," I
said.

He lay on the bench and managed to un-rack the weight. He brought the weight
down and with his arms trembling slightly, lifted the weight back off his
chest and onto the rack once more. "Your turn," he said, trying to catch his
breath and standing up.

I took his place on the bench and gripped the bar, then turned to look at him.
He had a smirk on his face. I un-racked the bar and brought it to the top of
my chest, then back up, locking my arms. I repeated the movement eight more
times before replacing the bar on the locks.

As I stood up I looked at Howard, who had his mouth slightly open as if he
were going to say something. With a finger I pushed up on his jaw, closing his
mouth. "I could do 200-pounds all day long, Howard, now when do you want me to
start?"

I started the following Monday. Howard stayed close to me for the first three
days, showing me the gym, explaining the computer system, but by Thursday, he
was tending to machines, selling memberships and contacting vendors on the
phone. "Why don't you give Biomax a call," I suggested, "Two of my brothers
work there and they tell me that they have an excellent supplement." "Are they
as strong as you, Tammy," Howard asked. I laughed softly, "No, but I use
Biomax's products," I lied easily, "and I think it's helped me." He seemed to
consider this for a moment, and then said, "Thanks, maybe I'll give them a
call." What I didn't tell him was that I had used the Biomax muscle growth
serum that Jim had brought home only once.

After a week, Howard was more comfortable with me around the gym. One of my
duties was to close up after he left for the evening. He would come in to open
early and I generally came just after lunch. This gave me most of the morning
to shop, lounge around the house or take care of other day to day things. We
closed at ten o'clock and I would draw the shades and workout at my leisure,
HB Gym having more equipment and more weights than my garage gym.

Late one Friday night, I had been working on my calves and was midway through
working my arms doing 'kick-back' dumbbell flies when I heard a soft thud from
the men's locker room. I racked my dumbbell and walked into the locker room to
see where the noise had come from. Not seeing anything out of the ordinary I
was about ready to leave when I caught a movement out of the corner of my eye
from the men's shower room.

The shower room is maybe ten-foot by ten-foot with three shower heads on three
of the four walls. Just inside the door was a relatively new member, John
something-or-other. "What are you doing here," I said sternly. John was
pressed against the wall of the shower room. "I, err, I was getting ready to
leave, Tammy, but then, ahh," he stammered, "ahh, you locked the door and
began to work out and I, err, ... " "And you decided to watch me," I said, and
he nodded.

'He looks like a scared rabbit,' I thought. I put my hands on my hips and
said, "You're a pervert, John, you know that, don't you?" "I err, no, I mean,
I'm not really, I just, ahh, like women with, you know," he said, not
finishing his sentence again. "You like women with muscles," I said, and he
nodded again.

'This guy is having a hard time putting his thoughts together,' I thought,
'let's see what he's made of." I walked to where he was and he looked as if he
were going to press himself into the tiled wall. I put a hand on either side
of his shoulders and asked, "Have you ever seen or been with a muscle goddess,
John?" He shook his head. I smiled, "You may call me goddess or mistress,
John, would you like that?" He nodded. I took his jaw in my hand and said,
"Talk to me, John, when your mistress asks you a question, she expects an
answer." "Yes, mistress," he said. I rewarded him with a smile again.

"Good boy," I said and released his chin and patted him softly on the jaw.
"Strip down, John," I told him. "But, I, err ... " he began to say. I reached
out again and taking his chin squeezed a bit harder than before. "Don't
question me, bitch," I said, "I said, strip!"

He untied his sweat pants and pulled them down, then pulled his T-shirt over
his head. I stepped back and looked at him standing there, bare chested
wearing only a pair of white jockey shorts and his cross-trainers. There was a
small bulge in his shorts and I thought, 'How disappointing.' "Drop the
underwear, John," I said and he hesitated.

Not waiting, I reached down with both hands and pulled the elastic waistband
apart then let the ruined shorts fall to his ankles.

I didn't have to look at his penis to know that he was fully erect but that he
would be small. I reached down and cupped his cock and balls. They fit nicely
in my palm. I applied a little pressure and he clenched his teeth. "Please,
please, mistress, that hurts," he pleaded. 'His first complete sentence,' I
thought, and chuckled in his face. "I could crush your puny little dick and
balls with one hand, you know," I said, "but what would be the fun of that?"
"No, mistress, please don't hurt me," he said. I released my grip.

Looking at him, I ran a finger over my abs, catching some of my sweat on it. I
put my finger to his lips and said, "Taste me." He parted his lips and I ran
my finger tip across his lower lip and watched as he tasted it with his pink
tongue. "Good boy. From now on you're going to be my bitch, do you
understand?" He nodded, then said, "Yes, mistress." "Get your clothes and
follow me," I said, and walked back to the main floor.

John came out of the locker room several minutes later, dressed and carrying
his gym bag. I was behind the counter. "Are you married, Johnny?" I asked.
"Yes, mistress," he said. "Does she come here?" I asked. "Y-yes," he said.
"What's her name?" "Mary, Mary Johnson," he said. "OK, Johnny, here's how this
is going to work," I said, "you're going to buy Mary some of this workout
gear," and I pointed to the rack with the women's clothing, "and a couple of
bottles of this worthless vitamin supplements crap; do that and I won't tell
Mary that you were spying on me working out and that you're a pervert,
understand?"

"Yes, mistress," he said as he brought his wallet out. I picked out a pair of
leggings, a halter top and a leotard as well as two bottles of vitamins from
under the counter. I rang it all up and ran his credit card. The total came to
just under two-hundred dollars. I put everything in a bag and he signed the
receipt.

"OK, get out of here, Johnny, but come back tomorrow and bring Mary, I want
her to lick my pussy." I thought his eyes would pop out of his head when I
said that. "OK, don't get a hard on, Johnny, I was kidding, now go." I didn't
have to tell him twice. He nearly ran for the door.

I put the receipt for the merchandise in the cash register, then went to the
women's locker room and adjusted the shower. I stripped off my briefs and
cross-trainers and took a leisurely shower.

'There's probably a lot of 'Johnny's' here at the gym,' I thought, 'I'll just
have to watch for the wimps.'