Tammy - Teen Muscle Goddess
By Muscle Fan, covert.1@hotmail.com
Chapter 11


Note to my readers; I inadvertently sent Chapter 10 for submission (no pun
intended!) before I had finished it. Therefore, I have added the climax (pun
intended) for Chapter 10 here.

Without further hesitation, he pulled the waistband down and stepped out of
the underwear. As Cindy took them from him, he turned back and now it was my
turn to be shocked. Howard had a large penis. Flaccid it was probably eight or
nine inches. I looked at Cindy and said, "You're a lucky woman." "Yes,
mistress," she said, with a smile.

"Howard, I didn't know you were so well equipped," I said, and stepped close
and ran my index finger along the top of his shaft. My touch had the desired
effect and his penis began to respond. Howard looked from Cindy to Tommy and
then to Megan. "Howard," I said, and moved a little closer, "Look at me," and
he looked into my eyes, "Feel my chest." He continued to look into my eyes and
I said, "Do it, feel my chest." Slowly he reached out and put his palm flat on
my chest, then cupped my breast.

I lightly gripped his stiffening penis and began to gradually stroke his
shaft. His eyes closed and he moved his hand to my sternum and then to my
other breast.

Cindy kissed me and I parted my lips to allow her tongue to explore while she
ran a hand down my back to my butt and back up. I increased the rhythm of my
stroke on Howards cock. His hand was now exploring my neck and trap muscles
and his breathing became more rapid.

I watched him shudder, as he came sending a stream of semen onto my hip and
thigh. I released my grip on his penis and said softly, "Lick your cum off me,
Howard." His eyes opened slowly and I said a little louder, "Do it, clean your
mistress." He looked at Cindy who only stared back, and then shrugged, and
then Howard knelt and lapped the semen from my hip and thigh.

"Good boy," I said once he had finished, "Now mingle with the others. Help
yourself to drinks and the food. I'm sure the kabobs are nearly done." 'I had
no idea,' I thought, 'that Howard was so well endowed. I would have had him
submit to me a long time ago.'

Later that afternoon, Zoe had taken the chaise next to mine. We were talking
about our upcoming senior year. "It looks like Chloe and Tim are hooking up,"
Zoe said. "Yeah," I replied, looking over at my brother and Chloe, "I'm sorry
about that, but they're friends from years back. I know you like Tim." "That's
OK, Tammy," Zoe said, "Maybe I just liked the sex." I laughed, and then said,
"We all like the sex."

Zoe lay there, watching the other guests. "Tammy, could you break that block
over there," she asked. I followed her gaze. A cinder block that was left over
from the wall we had had put in years ago sat near the back fence. "Sure," I
said, and got up and padded to the block. As I picked it up, most eyes turned
in my direction. I went back to the chaise and taking the towel, draped it
around the block so that the pieces wouldn't scatter across the deck. I placed
a hand on each end of the block and pressed my hands inward. My biceps bulged,
their thick veins looking like ropes under the skin. For a moment, nothing
happened, and then the block literally disintegrated. "Awesome," Zoe said, a
small fragment of block landing between her outstretched legs on her chaise.

Someone behind me clapped, and then others joined in. A little embarrassed, I
said, "Really, that wasn't that tough." I took the towel with the remnants of
the block and emptied it into the trash can that was near the barbecue.

"What about this?" Tommy asked holding up a four-foot length of pipe that had
been in the garage. I laughed and said, "Well, let's see." I took the pipe by
each end. With a slow but steady pressure, I brought my hands downward and
inward. The muscles in my chest grew taut as the pipe slowly began to bend.
Howard let out a 'Ohh!" and Cindy, standing beside him said, "Oh, mistress,
that's fantastic."

I kept the pressure on until the ends of the pipe nearly touched. I turned the
pipe over in my hands then pulled on the ends in an effort to straighten it
back. As I pulled, the pipe ripped in half at the bend. Tommy took the two
pieces from me and said, "Sis, that was amazing." "Thanks," I said and noticed
that his cock was semi-erect, "You better go have Megan take care of that or
I'll be forced to bend it in half like that pipe," and laughed. Tommy smiled
but went off to rejoin Megan.

"Promise me you'll be my bodyguard at school," Zoe said from her chaise. "Of
course, my pet," I told her, "If anyone messes with my girl, I'll crush them,"
and did a crab pose which flared my trapezius muscles and highlighted the
striations of my muscular upper chest. For effect, I growled and Zoe said, "My
she-hulk!" and we both laughed.

The party wound down and everyone seemed to have had a great time. For the
next couple of weeks life was pretty normal. I enjoyed the warm summer sun in
the mornings, went shopping for clothes for school, worked at HB Gym and ran
the Connor household.

Thursday before the end of summer, my oldest brother, Jim told Tim, Tom and I
at dinner that he had asked Monica to marry him. I knew that they were
serious, but I had never thought about marriage.

"So, we haven't set a date yet, but I did talk to Monica's parents and it
looks like we'll be looking for an apartment soon," Jim said. "What," Tom
said, "leaving the family?" Jim sighed and said, "We'll get an apartment,
besides, you guys wouldn't want a married couple hanging around."

I had to admit, I'd miss Jim. 'He knew how to pleasure me', I thought, 'but
why would his getting married change anything? I'll just have to visit the
newlyweds.'

My senior year of high school started and my class schedule was pretty
'light'. No physics, calculus, trigonometry, chemistry or any of the 'tougher'
classes.

Zoe and I pulled into the senior parking lot and we walked towards the main
entrance. As we made our way through the parking lot, all eyes followed our
movement.

Near the entrance, Cody, Zoe's ex-boyfriend was talking to some girl. As we
approached, the girl's eyes widened. Cody's back was toward us. We stopped and
he could tell by the look on the girls face that something was wrong.

He turned slowly and glanced from me to Zoe, then said, "Hey, Zoe, what's up?"
'Trying to act cool', I thought. "Not you, Cody," Zoe said, "Maybe you can get
it up for some freshman or sophomore and impress them." "Look, Zoe," he said,
"You overreacted. I was just helping that girl out with her homework."

Zoe had told me that she caught Cody after school by the athletic field with
his arm around some sophomore, his other hand resting on her leg.

"Yea," Zoe said, "And how did that anatomy lesson go?" I watched as Cody
shifted from one foot to the other. "Like I said," Cody told her, "You have it
all wrong." "I think you should quit while you're ahead, Cody," I said. His
head swiveled to me quickly and said, "Look, Tammy, this is between Zoe and
me." I looked at him and sniffed. "I don't like my friends being hurt, Cody,
so keep your distance," I said.

He was about two-inches shorter than me and perhaps 40 or 50 pounds lighter. I
knew he wasn't about to get in my face. He ignored my warning and turned back
to Zoe, "I was just being nice, Zoe, that's all, really," he said. "You had
one arm around her shoulders," Zoe said, "and one hand on her leg. If I hadn't
caught you, you would have been fingering her pussy."

Now Cody was looking around. Those near enough to hear had the good sense to
pretend they weren't listening. The girl Cody had been talking to turned and
walked away.

Turning back, he said, "OK, Zoe, it's obvious that you're not going to listen
to reason," and turned to walk away. Zoe reached out taking Cody by the
shoulder and tried to spin him around to face her. He shrugged his shoulder
and pushed Zoe's hand away.

I grabbed his shirt collar and lifted him off the ground, and then brought him
around so that our two faces were inches apart. "Look, Cody," I said, "You're
a dick, and you hurt my friend, so stay away from her or I'll beat the crap
out of you, do you understand?" "Ah, ah, sure, Tammy," he said nervously, "put
me down." I dropped him and he fell, landing on one knee.

Those kids standing near the front door of the school looked on in stunned
silence.

"Come on Zoe," I said, "Let's get to class, this creep won't be bothering
you," and we walked towards the door, the other students parting to let us
pass.

"Look, Tam, don't get into trouble over Cody," Zoe said, "I'm over him and
besides, he's not worth getting detention over." 'Detention,' I thought,
'staying after school is a drag or coming in on a Saturday, I don't need it.'
"OK," I told her, "you know I was just looking out for you." "Yeah," she said,
"I know," and laughed as we said our good-byes and headed off to our first
class.

The day went well and I didn't see Cody again. My last class of the day was PE
(physical education). Being the first day of the new semester, we didn't have
to dress for class. We lined up on the asphalt outside of the locker room.

"Alphabetical, people," Ms Johnson called. PE is a co-ed class. 'No hot guys,'
I thought 'and certainly no hot girls. Just my luck.' We jockeyed for our
places and once we were on the painted numbers on the pavement alphabetically,
Ms Johnson said, "I have an announcement. Coach Morris is looking for an aide
to help with weight training for the football team, is anyone interested?"
"I'll do it, Ms Johnson," I said. "Connors?" she said, "I think Coach Morris
had in mind a guy."

I smiled and said, "I'm better than any of the guys." This was met by a few
'oohs' and one or two of the guys in the class saying, "No way!" "Settle down
class," Ms Johnson said, "OK; go see Coach Morris in the office, Connors."

I headed into the locker room and Coach Morris' office. I wrapped on the door
as I entered. Coach Morris is the head football coach and head of the athletic
department. He's a broad shouldered man who played football for one of the
major universities.

"May I help you," he asked me as I came in. "I'm here to help with weight
training for the football team, Coach," I said, "Ms Johnson said you needed
someone." He looked up from his paperwork. "I need a guy, ah," he hesitated.
"Connors, Coach," I said, "My name is Tammy Connors." "OK, Connors," he said,
"I was looking for a guy."

He glanced in the direction of a bank of windows that looked out onto the
locker room floor, the boy's locker room. The room was empty, but he pulled
the blinds shut with the cord by his desk none the less.

"I can do it Coach, I work at HB gym and I know routines that will help the
players," I said, "Besides, I can out lift anyone on the team." Now he smiled
and said, "I'll tell you what Connors, if you can out lift me, you've got the
job." "Done," I said.

I followed him into the adjacent weight room and he said, "What's it going to
be, bench press, military or dead lift?" "It's your funeral, Coach," I said
and he scowled. "Right," he said and walked to the flat bench. He loaded two
45-pound plates on each side of the barbell that was resting on the rack, then
lay down and pressed out eight reps. He re-racked the barbell and stood up.

"OK, Connors," he said, breathing heavily, "If you can beat eight reps with
that weight, the job is yours." I looked at him and said, "What if I add to
the weight?" He looked from the barbell to me and back to the bench, and then
to me again. "Let's just see if you can do better than eight reps with that
weight, I don't want to have you hurt yourself."

I lay down and positioned my grip then preceded to un-rack the bar. After
twelve reps, I replaced the bar and said, "What time do I start?" He stood
open mouthed but managed to say, "Come back at three o'clock tomorrow and I'll
introduce you to the team." "See ya' then, Coach," I said, and turned and
walked out.

The following day, I showed up at the football field. The coach gathered the
team around the bench and said, "Gentlemen, this is Tammy Connors. She's going
to be assisting with your weight training. I expect you to act like complete
gentlemen and show her the respect she deserves, do you understand?" The
players said in unison, "Yes, Coach!" "Tammy," Coach Morris said, "Do you have
anything to say?"

"Yes, Coach," I said, then addressing the boys, "Some of you know me, some
don't, but soon you will. You may wind up hating me but I intend to push you
with your weight training and make you stronger. I make no apologies and make
no exceptions, give me 100% and I promise you'll be stronger when I'm done
with you, are there any questions?" The team looked at Coach Morris who nodded
in my direction, and then they again said in unison, "No Tammy!"

"OK, gentlemen, you know the drill to run," Coach Morris said, then added, "I
need a word with my strength and conditioning coach," looking at me. The team
sprinted to the field as Morris turned to me and said, "Keep your eyes open,
Connors and tell me if any of the guys give you a problem. They can be
disrespectful and rude, if you know what I mean." "Yes, sir, I won't have a
problem, though," I said, "I have three brothers, I can take care of myself."
He looked at me a minute then said, "I think you can, Connors, I think you
can," and handed me a clipboard and a set of keys. "That's the team roster.
I'll let you come up with a plan for your weight training. Give me a copy
tomorrow and you can start, OK?" "Sure, coach," I said and watched the
remainder of the practice, walking the sidelines with Coach Morris.

The school's weight room was a testament to the alumnae association, the
booster club and numerous fund raisers. For a high school facility it rivaled
any gym, even the HB Gym. I read off the names of the offensive and defensive
lineman and said, "OK, guys, we're going to see what you've got. Let's get
into the weight room." This was immediately met with cheers, whistles and
'cat-calls' as well as a disapproving look from Coach Morris. "Gentlemen,
gentlemen, go easy on Tammy, she's new to this," Coach Morris said.

I assigned five different stations; bench press, squat rack, seated military,
leg press and inclined dumbbell flies. I had each of them work with a partner
as I went from station to station charting what they could lift.

Once they had moved through all five stations, they rotated with their
spotters who ran through the same circuit. 'Boys will be boys,' I thought,
'they all try to outdo each other. A little competition is good.'

Most of the linemen were big, standing well in excess of a foot taller than I,
but I was a lot stronger than the strongest. Joe, a senior and a defensive
tackle stood nearly 6'-5" and probably weighed 300 pounds. He was bench
pressing 250 pounds and his teammates gathered around to watch.

His spotter, Mark, was encouraging him. "Come on, Joe, push through it, you
can do it," Mark said as Joe slowed and seemed to be struggling to press the
bar back on the rack. Joe's breathing came in short, labored puffs. Mark
finally helped and Joe got the weight back on the rests. "That's why it's
always good to have a partner," I said the assembled group, "Never workout
alone, especially if you're doing heavy lifting. OK, hit the shower you guys."
A couple of the group started to drift towards the locker room, but I stopped
them when I said, "Hey, don't turn your back on me. What do you say when
you're dismissed?"

This got their attention and they looked from one to the other, and then Mark
spoke up, "C'mon, Tammy, we've had a hard workout." I stared at him, then
looked at the others, one or two of who nodded in agreement. Stepping forward,
I looked up into Mark's face and said softly, "You give Coach Morris respect,
but not me? You will call me Coach Tammy or Mistress Tammy, do you
understand?"

A grin spread across Mark's face and he said, "Yea, right, look little ... "
and that was as much as he got out when I hit him in the stomach. Not hard,
but enough to double him over gasping for air. I quickly looked around the
room and said, "Coach Morris can't do that or he'd be fired, but I can and I
will. I'll beat you all and I'll bust your balls if you don't show me some
respect, do you understand?" Several nodded their heads still looking at Mark
who was now curled in a fetal position at my feet.

"I can't hear you, you lard asses," I said sternly. "Yes, Coach," one of the
players said, followed by a second and yet a third player. I nudged Mark with
the toe of my sneaker and asked, "What about you, fatso, are you going to show
me the respect I deserve or do I have to have you clean the shower on your
hands and knees?" He nodded, but quickly gasped, "Yes, Coach."

"Good," I said and then looking back at the main group of players said, "What
are you guys waiting for, go hit the showers." "Yes, Coach," they said and
scurried off.

I looked down at Mark who was rolling to his knees and said, "Don't ever
disrespect me, Mark. I went easy on you today, but from now on, if you mouth
off, don't follow what I tell you or try to act like the big man, I'll cut you
down, do you understand?" "Yes, Coach," he said as he looked up at me. I
smiled at him, and then said, "OK, go hit the shower."

I went into the office but apparently Coach Morris had left for the evening,
his players having already showered. Then I spotted the note on the second
desk. It read; "Tammy, thanks for helping out. Use the spare desk if you want.
I had to leave early tonight, but will see you tomorrow. Please lock up when
you're done. Thanks again, Coach Morris."

I tossed the note in the desk drawer along with my clipboard and notes. I
turned the lights off in the office and then remembered the blinds. In the
dark, I walked around the desks and slowly opened the blinds.

The locker room beyond the glass was mostly deserted, one of the players, just
finishing tying the laces on his shoes. As he was walking out, Mark came out
of the shower, a towel wrapped around his waist. He appeared to be the only
one left in the locker room.

He went to a locker not ten feet from the window I was standing at. He
unlocked the lock and opened the locker door. A picture of a starlet in a
bikini was taped to the inside locker door. Mark sat on the bench, elbows on
his knees, then he turned and looked at the photograph on the door. He
straightened up and moved his hand to his crotch. As I watched, he began to
stroke himself. I had caught my brothers playing with themselves on several
occasions and it always gave me a 'rush' to watch as I was doing now.

Mark moved the towel to one side and gripped his erect shaft. He wasn't as big
as my brother Tim but I had seen smaller cocks. Mark took his time and seemed
to be in no rush.

I found myself slipping my hand into the sweatpants I was wearing and began to
finger my clit. As I watched Mark masturbate, I slipped first one finger, and
then a second into my vagina. I coordinated my movements with that of Mark and
as he came, so did I.

My cum landed on the corner of Coach Morris' desk. I licked my fingers clean
and retrieving a paper towel from the adjacent bathroom, wiped the coach's
desk free of my juices.

I pulled up my sweatpants and grabbing the keys from the desk left, locking
the door behind me. I went to the locker room and stuck my head inside,
"Hello," I called. Not hearing an answer, I went in. Apparently Mark had
finished dressing and left.

At his locker, his cum still lay fresh on the floor. 'Gross,' I thought, and
walked to the shower room. Finding no one, I left the building, locking the
door behind me.

'This is going to be fun,' I thought, as I made my way to the parking lot and
my car. 'I'm going to get an 'A' for disciplining boys, jerking off and having
my choice of men. A win, win, win situation if there ever was one.'