Tammy - Teen Muscle Goddess
By Muscle Fan, covert.1@hotmail.com
Chapter 12



Locker Room Domination

I was enjoying my senior year of high school. Easy classes and being the
'strength and conditioning coach' for the football team. 'What more could a
girl ask for?' I thought.

It was a week from the first game. I had been working the players hard. Coach
Morris was keeping the players focused on the field, running plays, hitting
practice and overall skill sets. Inside the weight room, the players were
mine.

I generally wore baggy sweat pants and a loose fitting sweatshirt. I didn't
want to intimidate these boys, but I demanded their attention and respect.

"Come on, you weenies," I said one afternoon, "you're not even trying. Do you
want Cleveland to beat the ever loving crap out of you?" Our first game was
against Cleveland High School and I had watched the video tapes of one or two
of their games from last year that Coach Morris had given me.

It was Friday and I knew that these big guys were looking to getting out of
the weight room and go home to mommy and daddy. Maybe some had girlfriends,
but I didn't ask. It was a little after five o'clock and I said, "All right,
let's knock off for the night. I'm getting frustrated, I need to work out
myself and unwind, I'll see you back here on Monday, be prepared to hit it
hard you have one week to get ready." As everyone filed into the locker room,
I went to the coach's office. Generally if Coach Morris was there, I did my
paperwork and left. It was the rare occasion when he wasn't there that I got
to watch from behind the blinds the boys getting dressed in the locker room.
Tonight was one of those nights.

I couldn't hear what was being talked about, but I could imagine that if
anything was said about me it wasn't said with flattery. I found it
interesting that some of the players emerged from the shower room with towels
wrapped around them, some merely carrying their towel. At home, I was proud of
my body and walked around naked; poolside, getting into or out of the shower,
or even watching TV. 'Of course,' I thought, 'I've got a body of a goddess.'

Tonight they all seemed eager to get out of here as I knew they would. Carl, a
tight end, seemed to be running a little late. As he came out of the shower
room, he was drying his hair with his towel. Carl was blonde and stood well
over 6' tall. He had an impressive penis, at least as large as my middle
brother, Tim. I inadvertently licked my lips as I watched him stride to his
locker.

As I watched the last of the players left, waving over their shoulder as Carl
spread his towel on the bench and sat before his locker, turning the
combination lock. I made the decision to see what Carl was made of.

"Is anyone here?" I called as I walked into the locker room. Before Carl could
respond, I headed for his locker. He quickly stood up when I came around the
end of his row of lockers. "Oh, Coach Tammy," he said removing the ear buds
from his ears, "I didn't hear you." He noticed me staring at him, and only
then realized he was naked. He quickly stooped and retrieved his towel holding
it in front of his penis. His face was red with embarrassment. 'How sweet,' I
thought.

"Hi, Carl," I said, smiling, "I didn't know anyone was here," I lied. "Yeah,
Coach," he said, "I'm just running a bit late. Guess you wore me out." I
smiled even more. "I hope you're not that tired," I said and slowly walked
toward him, "like I said a few minutes ago, I need a work out, would you want
to spot me?" I stopped a couple of feet in front of him.

"Ah, well, I'd like to but I should get home," Carl stammered, "I have some
studying to do." I pulled the sweatshirt over my head and his breath caught as
he saw my traps and chest. My nipples were hard and I touched one with the tip
of my finger, making a circular motion around the aroused nipple. "Remember
what I told you when I first took over the class," I said. He merely nodded as
he watched me finger my breast. "I told you guys not to work out by yourself,"
I reminded him, "you don't want me to work out by myself, do you?" Again he
shook his head.

I reached forward and took the towel from his hands and tossed it on the
bench. Next I slid my sweatpants down my legs and stepped out of them. Now,
both naked, we stood there facing each other, me looking into his eyes as he
looked from my face down my body to my feet and back up.

I turned and walked back to the weight room. Carl followed as I knew he would,
undoubtedly watching my shapely ass. I waited at the door, and as he came
through, I locked it behind him. He stood, watching me like a rabbit facing a
snake.

At the military press, I put a 45-lb. plate on each end of the bar and sat,
reaching up and gripping the bar. Carl stepped up on the small platform behind
the bench in the spotter's position. Slowly I did ten repetitions, bringing
the bar back on its locks. Looking in the mirror, I saw that Carl's gazed was
fixed on my clit. His penis was semi erect. I smiled to myself and thought,
'Men are so easy to control.'

I stood and going to one end of the bar told Carl, "Put another plate on
there." Now with nearly two hundred pounds on the bar, I sat back and again,
slowly raised and lowered the bar to my chest ten times. My trapezius muscles
were pumped and my chest muscles were taught.

Repeating the process, I said, "Add one more plate, Carl," and as he did he
said, "No way, Tammy." I stared at him at him for a moment, and then walked to
him and gripped his erect penis and squeezed. "No way, who?" I asked sternly.
Shocked and in some discomfort, he said, "Ah, err, no way Coach Tammy." I
laughed and said, "From now on when we're alone, call me mistress, I can tell
you need some discipline." He hesitated but said, "Yes, mistress." "Good,
Carl," I said and released his cock. His hand immediately went to comfort his
member. I swatted his hand away and said, "Don't play with that, it's mine
now." "Ahh, yes, mistress," he said, blushing.

I returned to the bench, and managed to get eight reps complete with Carl
helping me slightly on the eighth one. "Ah," I said as I placed the bar on the
rack. I stood and flexed my muscles, watching myself in the mirror, bringing
my arms in front of me in a crab pose. "What do you think," I asked. "You're
strong, Tam ... err, mistress, you're real strong." I relaxed and rubbed a
hand over my abdominals.

"Feel these," I said, but he didn't move. "Go on, Carl, feel my abs, feel how
hard," I said more forcefully. He reached out tentatively and rubbed my abs
with the palm of his hand. "Do you feel the muscles, Carl?" I asked. It was a
silly question because there was no way he could not feel my muscles. "Do you
want me, Carl, do you want my muscles to show you a good time?" Slowly he
nodded his head.

"Carl," I said, "lay on the flat bench; I want you to service my clit." He sat
on the bench, but said, "Mistress Tammy, please, I've never had sex before." I
looked down at him and I suppose my disbelief showed because he added,
"Really, I'm a virgin, but please don't tell the guys." Now I smiled and said,
"This will just be between you and I, Carl, I'll be gentle, OK?" "But I'm
going with Heather Dodson, I can't," he said.

I knew Heather Dodson. She was a cheerleader and in my opinion a stuck-up
snob. 'This will be a pleasure being Carl's first and then rubbing it in
Heather's face,' I thought.

"Lay down, Carl," I repeated, "let me show you what a real woman can do.
Heather is a wimp." "Please," he pleaded, "Heather isn't a wimp, I love her.
I'm going to give her my senior ring." I laughed and looked down at him. Then
I bent and took his large hand and slipped the ring off his finger, holding it
in my palm. I closed my fingers around the metal and looked at Carl, and said,
"I'll hold on to this for a minute, but right now, my pussy needs you, Carl,
lay down." Slowly he turned and lay on the bench. I slipped the ring on my
finger.

I straddled his face and lowered myself. 'I hadn't counted on Carl being a
virgin,' I thought, 'but let's see what he can do.' "OK, Carl, use your tongue
to play with my clit," I told him. He did, stroking my clit for several
minutes, and then he began to suck, toying with my labia. "Ahh," I said as I
was becoming more aroused. I noticed that he was fully erect and I would
welcome the opportunity to satisfy him, 'But that will have to wait,' I
thought as he quickly brought me to orgasm.

Taken by surprise, he tried to escape the downpour of my juices, but I was
holding his head in place with my muscular thighs. "Open your mouth, Carl," I
commanded. He beat against my thighs with both fists, but I was unmoving as I
gently ground myself into his face. When I was finished, I loosened my grip on
his head and he sucked in a great breath of air. "You did well, Carl," I said,
"Did you like that?" As I backed away from the bench, he sat up, licking the
last of my cum from his lips. I waited patiently, but then said, "I asked you
a question, Carl, did you like that?" "Ye..., yes, mistress," he said softly.

I smiled and said, "Your turn, stud, lay back and let Mistress Tammy do all
the work." "No, please, mistress," he pleaded. 'Maybe this was a mistake,' I
thought, 'he's really just a big wimp. I'm doing him a favor,' I thought.
"Look, Carl, maybe I didn't make myself clear," I said, "I wasn't asking you,
I was telling you; lay down." He lay back on the flat bench, his penis still
erect.

I threw a leg over his hip so I was again straddling the bench and Carl and
lowered myself onto his shaft. I held it briefly guiding his member into me,
but raised and lowered myself on his 'pole' as if I were doing squats. "Ah,
ah, ah," he moaned in sync as I pumped him. I increased my rhythm and he began
to moan softly, climaxing with a high pitch, "Yes!"

I walked forward until I was once more over his face and told him, "Suck that
cum out of me, Carl. I want you to get every last drop," and I lowered myself
once again onto his face as he was trying to bring his breathing under
control. Much to Carl's credit I could feel him lapping at my labia as my
vaginal muscles expelled his cum. 'He really does have a talented tongue,' I
thought, 'I might just climax again.'

"Carl, Carl, are you in there," came a soft cry from the outside door,
followed by several soft knocks. I moved off of Carl's face and looked down at
him and smiled. "Well, well," I said, "it looks like the party just got a lot
more interesting," and I started to pad toward the door.

"No, wait, you can't," Carl said as he got to his feet. 'This will either go
bad or turn out well,' I thought, but I threw the deadbolt and opened the door
without any more thoughts on the matter. "Hi," I said, "come on in." Heather
stood there with a grin on her face, at least momentarily, and for a brief
second it looked as if she was going to say something but then she saw that I
was naked, and then looked past me to Carl, equally as naked standing by the
bench on which he had lost his virginity. Heather's hand flew to her mouth as
she let out a whinny little cry. Before she could turn and run, I reached for
her and grabbed her by the arm pulling her into the weight room. I shut and
relocked the door behind her.

She began sobbing and said softly, "Carl, what's going on here?" She kept
looking between Carl and me, and I said, "Carl was just lapping at my pussy,
Heather, that's what was going on here." Her mouth opened as if to say
something, but then snapped shut and through tight lips said, "You fucking
whore, Tammy Connors," and she came at me quickly, fists raised. She beat on
my chest, but I might as well have been pummeled with cotton balls.

"What did you do, you slut!" she wailed. Carl stepped behind her and pulled
her backwards away from me. He whispered in her ear, "Shh, Heather, calm down,
she forced me to have sex with her." I laughed out loud, and then said,
"Heather, that's not entirely true, Carl wanted me. He wanted a muscle
goddess." "You're a freak, Tammy," she wailed. 'That may be, bitch,' I
thought, 'and you're soon going to find out.'

I took two steps forward and ripped open Heather's cotton blouse. Button's
popped and hit the floor. "Wh-what are you doing, bitch," she cried. Carl
still had Heather by the arms, I couldn't tell if he was holding her for me,
or it was his way of protecting her from me. I grabbed her bra and pulled the
flimsy fabric apart. "Please, stop, Tammy," she cried now, tears coming to her
eyes.

She was wearing a pair of denim walking shorts, her firm legs tan against the
white of the shorts. I gripped the shorts on either side of the fly and pulled
the material apart as if ripping a piece of paper. The snap and zipper fell
away and I let the remnants of the shorts fall to the floor. "Stop, Tammy,
stop," she repeated.

I could feel my adrenaline pumping. Her cotton panties were next to meet my
wrath, the material offering no resistance as I ripped them from her body.
Naked now except for her cross trainers, I glanced at her from head to foot
and I put a hand under her chin and tilted her face towards me. She tried to
squirm out of my grasp, but Carl still had hold of her arms and I smothered
her mouth with mine. I forced her lips apart and explored her mouth with my
tongue, while I ran a hand over one of her breasts, teasing the nipple to
hardness with my index finger. She continued to struggle, but to no avail.

As I ran my tongue over hers, her struggling eased and soon she remained
motionless. I broke the kiss and lowered my hand down her sternum to the soft
tuft of hair on her pussy. "Hmm," she said softly as I put a finger in
touching her small clit.

Carl, I noticed, had released his hold on Heather and now stood watching the
two of us. I could see that what he saw aroused him. I smiled to myself and
ran my left hand down Heather's back to her butt. It was firm and I held her,
still exploring her labia with my finger. Her eyes were closed but when I
removed my finger, she opened her lids slightly. I put my index finger in my
mouth tasting her wetness, "Hmm," I murmured, "Sweet."

I brushed the ruined blouse and bra from her shoulders, and then taking her by
the hand led her to the bench that Carl and I had used. Looking wide eyed, I
put a hand on each shoulder and pushed down, gently until she was seated. I
straddled her legs and drew her face towards my pelvis. She resisted for
several seconds but then kissed me just below the navel. I smiled at Carl, who
smiled back.

"Lay down, Heather," I said, and she looked up into my face. I smiled down at
the petite girl and added, "I'll be gentle." I lay on top of Heather and
kissed her passionately while her hands explored my broad back and firm butt.
When we broke the kiss we looked to my left, her right and Carl was slowly
stroking his shaft.

"Carl, come here," I said, getting up from atop Heather. I took him by the
hand and sat him on the bench while Heather lifted her legs out of the way.
"You should be the one to have Heather for the first time," I said, and he
guided his shaft to her waiting pussy. As he slowly entered her, I again
straddled the bench so that Heather could pleasure her mistress. I found that
she was equally as talented as Carl. Within fifteen minutes the three of us
reached orgasm.

Heather got shakily to her feet and I kissed her once more tasting the
remnants of my juice on her lips. "Thank you," she said. "Thank you,
mistress," I corrected. "Thank you, mistress," she said.

"Say nothing to no one," I told them, "but remember, I'm your mistress. If you
have a problem, come to me, do you understand?" "Yes, mistress," they said
together. "Good, Carl, get her something to wear and get out of here. I need
to clean this place up." "Yes, mistress," Carl said and taking Heather by the
hand turned to leave. Half way to the men's locker room I called after them,
"Oh, Carl, I almost forgot," and as he turned to look back at me, I slipped
his ring from my finger and tossed it to him. He smiled as he caught it and
turned to Heather, held it out for her. She looked at it briefly, and then
took it and slipped it on her thumb. The pair disappeared into the men's
locker room.

I got some paper towels from the bathroom and wiped down the bench and floor
beneath. I picked up Heathers ripped shorts, blouse, bra and panties and put
them in a plastic trash bag along with the paper towels. Looking around the
room, I thought, 'That will do,' and went into the locker room.

Heather looked funny in an oversize T-shirt and baggy gym shorts. I laughed
and she joined in. Carl was wearing jeans and button down shirt. "Remember;
tell no one," I said, "Carl, I'll see you Monday." "Yes, mistress," he said
and they left.

I showered and toweled off admiring my reflection in the mirror. 'One of these
days,' I thought, 'I won't need to wear baggy clothes to hide this body, but
for right now, I want to keep a low profile.' I turned and was admiring the
view over my shoulder when I heard a key in the lock. Before I could put my
sweats on, Coach Morris came in.

"Oh, Tammy," he said, "I didn't expect anyone to be here." I held the towel in
front of me defensively. "I worked out and was just showering," I said. There
was an awkward pause and he said, "I just needed to pick up my playbook that I
left," and motioned towards the office. "Oh," I said, "are the boys ready?"
"Yeah," he said, "you've been doing a great job, by the way. The lads seem
motivated and pumped." I smiled when I heard that and said, "Yes, some more
than others," and laughed softly.

"Have you been working out with the guys, Tammy?" he asked. "No, I've been
working out on my own," I said. "Oh," he said, "that's too bad. I think you
should lead by example. Perhaps you should think about that," and he turned to
go towards the office.

"Coach," I said as he neared the office, he turned back toward me and I let
the towel fall to the floor, "do you think I could lead the boys?" Dropping
the towel had the desired effect. Coach Morris' mouth opened and his eyes
widened. "Ahh, Tammy, I mean Connors, please," he said. I slowly walked
towards him, swaying my narrow hips more than I normally would. "Please, what,
coach?" I asked.

"Tammy, please, I'm married, put some clothes on," he said. "Oh, coach, you
know you don't want me to do that, now do you?" I asked. He swallowed hard but
never took his eyes off my chest. I cupped my breasts and said, "Do you like
these, they're not very big, coach, but I can get my nipples hard." I began to
pinch my nipples, which I knew would make them aroused. They were hard as
small marbles in an instant. "Feel," I added.

"Ah, Tammy, I can't," he said. "Can't or won't," I asked, "I know you want
to." He hesitated then slowly reached forward and took my right nipple between
his thumb and forefinger, squeezing gently. "Oh, that feels good," I said,
"please don't stop," and closed my eyes and tilted my head back slightly as I
ran a hand down my abs to my clit.

"Do both nipples, coach," I said softly and he brought the other nipple to
hardness. As he did, I explored my inner thighs and clit with my fingers. I
began making a soft mewing sound, more for effect than out of ecstasy. "Suck
me, coach," I whispered, "take me." His resistance having been worn down, he
let go of my breasts and knelt at my feet and began kissing my mons. I put my
hands behind his head and held his face to my clit.

As I felt myself nearing climax, I whispered, "You're driving me to orgasm, I
want you to take my cum. Do you understand?" He nodded and I tried to control
my stream so that he could easily lap it. "Ahh," I exclaimed, "that's it,
drink my juice, ahh." Satiated, I backed away from him. "Thanks, coach," I
said, and guided him to his feet by putting a hand under his chin. As he
stood, I saw the bulge in his pants and reached for it.

He didn't back away as I unzipped his fly and reached inside. "What would you
like to do, coach," I asked. He was powerless with his penis in my hand. "I
want you," he said softly. I smiled at him and said, "Good, let's go in the
office." I led him into the office not letting go of his cock. I sat on the
edge of his desk where I had masturbated while watching the players in the
locker room.

I put one foot on his desk chair and the other on the edge of the desk. "Take
me," I said and lay back bringing my legs up under my butt. He entered me with
no foreplay and began thrusting. I knew he would climax quickly, 'but that's
OK,' I thought, 'I would control him next time.' With one last thrust he
exploded and he slowed his rhythm.

"Thank you," I said. "Tammy, I'm so embarrassed," he said, "I don't know what
to say," and he was actually blushing. "No," I said, "it was me. I seduced
you, I wanted you. I'm glad you screwed me." I knew that sounded harsh, but I
couldn't help but make him feel a little sorry, besides, there was something I
wanted from Coach Morris and it wasn't really his cock.

"Maybe it would be best if you went back to MS Johnson's PE class," he said. I
stared at him and said, "No, I'm going to stay here. Neither of us will say
anything about this. No one will find out. But there is one thing I want
though." "What's that," he asked. "I want to do as you suggested and lead by
example. I don't want to hide these muscles under baggy clothes anymore."
"Uh-huh," he said, as he zipped up his pants, "And what can I do?" "I want you
to take care of any problems that come up," I said, "Parents, teachers or
other students will have a problem and want me kicked out of school or to stay
away from their kids, but I want you to take care of it." "Well, I don't think
that will happen, Connors," he said, "but you have my word on it." "Good,
coach, good," I said, "now one more thing, suck that cum out of my pussy."

He did and once he left, I dressed and thought to myself, 'Now I have two more
slaves and Coach Morris to look after me. High school should get interesting
now.'