Tina
By Rampant Tiger.
A story of how a little skinny girl developed into a muscular marvel, with the sex drive to match.   


                 TINA (Part 3)


Shaking her head to clear it from the image in the mirror, Tina stripped off 
the soaken nightgown and tossed it in the laundry.  Naked, she looked down at 
Mike lying limp in the bed.  She shook her head sadly.  A nice piece of ass, 
but not just now.  He'd keep for a while - at least until he'd had a shower.
So Tina went back to the weightroom to see if loosing her virginity would
have any effect on her exercise program.  It wouldn't!  She ran through a 
complete set of her most strenuous program and it seemed even easier.  Of
course, doing the exercises butt naked might have had some slight effect.

So what next?  Tina liked dancing and she liked screwing, and Mike would be 
good for both - for now.  So Tina decided to give Mike a good supper every 
night, then they'd go out dancing until dawn, come home and screw until
it was time for a late breakfast, then she'd exercise - hard! - for six 
hours.  Sleep for maybe four hours, then do it again. Sounded good!  What will 
Mike think?  Who cares!  Besides, all he has to do is eat and dance and screw 
and sleep.  An athlete like him should be able to handle that!

Well he could - for a time.  Tina wakened him before suppertime and told him 
her plans.  "Sounds good to me."  Mike said, "I know lots of all-night  dance 
halls, so that won't be a problem, but will you be up to sex after dancing all 
night?"

"Well, let's find out.  We'll start tonight." and Tina went down to grill 
some steaks on the barbeque and toss a hearty salad.  When Mike came down,
he ate up heartily and declared he was ready to go - so they did.

They drove to a barn of a place on the highway, and there they danced the 
whole night through.  There were plenty of other kids there, so when Mike 
wanted a break, Tina danced with other boys, and then with other girls, 
until there wasn't a dance she didn't dance, and all of her partners were 
beginning to wear out by the time the day started to break.  Mike was pretty 
rested, so he drove them home and they went to bed.  Not to their own beds - 
to their parent's big king-size bed, and they looked at each other, then they
stripped off their clothes.  Mike looked at Tina, at her tremendous physique
and her hard ripped muscles and his penis took off on its own and stood 
straight up in front of him.  Tina laughed, and said, "It looks like we're 
ready to go." and walked over to her big brother, lifted him up, and laid 
him on the bed.  And she laid him on the bed.  And she laid him on the bed 
again.  She took his penis in her mouth, and sucked him and milked him until 
he blasted his cum right into her throat, and into her mouth, and out past 
her lips until his belly was covered with slimy goo.  Then she slid her labia 
over his lips and flexed the muscular walls of her vagina until his tongue
was sucked into that sweet tunnel of love.  she slid her fingers - first one, 
then two, then three, into his pulsing rectum until his anal rings collapsed,
And she squeezed his head between her bulging, rock-hard thighs, and then she
came, too, in a monstrous flood of hot and sticky cream.  Then they collapsed 
and slept.  They slept until a familiar itch awakened Tina, and she wakened 
Mike, and they had intercourse again.  More sleep - more sex, until when Mike
at last awoke with his penis tight against the crack in his sister's ass,
and it just didn't respond, no matter what Tina did or said, Tina agreed that 
that was it and she got out of that comforting bed and let Mike sleep.

An exhausting but not a satisfying night for Tina, so she proceeded to make 
it so. To the weights, for six gruelling hours, before hitting the sack at 
long, long last. 

The next nights were just the same, except Tina was beginning to get her se-
cond wind. She liked this setup and she wanted more of it. The sex was great,
the hard exercise program was developing more muscles than she had ever had 
before, and her strength was increasing like she couldn't believe.  Bench-
presses?  Three hundred pounds, ten times - no sweat.  Chins?  Two hundred
pounds of iron around her waist, ten times, easy.  The muscles on her back 
and shoulders and arms were massive, and her pecs and abs and calves and
glutes were striated and hard as steel.  Her thighs were bulging and ripped 
and rippling like hawsers with every step she took.  Her abs were mounds of
armour plate rippling with every twist of her waist.  It was getting so the
fifteen-year-old girl only had to stand in front of her older brother and
flex - whether she was fully clothed or stripped naked - and her brother 
would explode in an uncontrollable, completely debilitating orgasm  - as he 
wailed with pain and pleasure.

Great for Tina, but not so great for Mike.  After a week of dancing and 
screwing and eating and sleeping, he was completely exhausted.  He needed 
a rest!  His little sister had worn him down to a pathetic skeleton of his
former strong, robust picture of health and fitness.  He had to have a break
or he would just plain collapse.  Tina was sympathetic.  She could see the 
condition he was in.  but it was Mike's problem - not hers - and he had to 
solve it.  He finally came up with an idea Tina could live with.  He would 
send her a substitute!  They discussed *who* from a long list and decided on 
Marty. Mike's wrestling coach.  Besides being the school wrestling coach, he 
was a body-builder of note, divorced for about three years and, according to 
Mike, was hung like a bull.  He was an older man, about thirty-five. 
Perfect!  But how to entice him into Tina's web.

That would be Mike's chore and he attacked it eagerly.  It turned out to be 
quite simple - Mike went into the school gym, where Marty was lifting, and 
invited him home for supper, pleading the need to learn some new holds.
Marty happily accepted, ready for a home-cooked meal, and Tina, advised of
the situation, served steaks and baked potatoes and salad and apple pie-a-
la-mode for dessert.  Marty was impressed with Tina's culinary skill, and
told her so.  "For such a young kid, Tina, you're a great cook.  What else 
do you do?  You move around as though you're in pretty good shape.  Do you 
exercise at all?"  Tina was wearing a high-necked caftan that revealed 
nothing of the fantastic physique beneath it, so she was quite pleased that
Marty recognized the fluidity of her simple movements around the table.

"Why, thank you Marty.  I'm glad you enjoyed supper.  And yes, I do exercise
quite a bit.  As a matter of fact, I'm in a lot better shape than Mike is 
right now.  After you've shown him those new holds, maybe you'll show them
to me too.  I do have a black belt in karate, so I'm pretty familiar with
most moves and I have often wrestled with Mike."  (This was a gross exag- 
eration.  Mike was in nowhere near the same league as Tina, but Marty didn't
have to know that.)

"Sure, Tina, you don't want Mike to get too far ahead of you." and Marty 
laughed at the idea of his star wrestler wrestling with his now-favorite 
chef.  "Where will we demonstrate?"   Mike said, "Downstairs, in the base-
ment.  There's lots of room and good mats."  So down they went.

Marty looked around as he entered the weight-room.  "Hey, this is pretty 
impressive.  Great machines, lots of free weights.  It's no wonder you're 
in good shape, Mike.  I hope you keep it up."  And then he looked more 
closely at the weights loaded onto the various machines and bars.  " But 
who's using these weights?  I know you can't handle these weights, Mike.
Does your dad lift?  Boy, he must be a pretty powerful guy."  Mike just 
looked sheepish and Tina grinned.  "You'll see later, Marty.  Here are 
the mats."  

So Marty and Mike stripped down to their wrestling suits and faced each 
other on the mats. Tina watched closely.  Mike had a great build for a
teen-aged athlete, muscular, ripped and hard, but he was not in the same 
class as Marty - and it showed.  Marty had a mature physique, honed by
years of coaching the wrestling team and conditioning the football team, 
as well as competing - and doing well! - in local body-building contests.
In fact, as both Mike and Tina could see, he was in contest-ready shape
right now.  So the clash between him and Mike was strictly a demo, Marty 
showing the moves and Mike responding and practicing.  The moves and 
counter-moves were pretty strenous, and both Mike and Marty were soaked in 
sweat when they called it a day.  They started for the shower, when Tina
called out, "Wait, Marty, how about my turn?"  Marty came back.  "Sure,
but you'll have to put up with the smell of my sweat.  Do you have a suit"

"No, Marty, I don't. How would it be if I just wrestled in my shorts?  Would
you mind?"

"Huh?" said Marty, thinking here was a kid that just wanted to grope his
muscles a bit,  "Sure, but Mike had better stick around to make sure things 
are OK.  He can referee."

"Good idea!  Let's get to it."  and the two went to opposite corners with
Mike in the middle.  "I've seen all the moves and counters you've shown
Mike.  We'll see if I can use them.  Remember, I've got a black belt in 
karate, and I'm pretty fast, so don't be surprised if it's not one-sided,
even if you've got ten inches and sixty pounds on me.  How about two falls
out of three?"
 
Marty grinned at Tina's audacity.  "Sure, Tina, if you can wrestle like you
can cook, I'll really be in trouble."

They retreated to their corners, Marty still soaking wet, and Tina stripped 
off her caftan and stood straight up in ragged shorts that started below her 
hips and stopped at the top of her thighs.  Marty's eyes boggled.  He'd 
never seen muscles like he was seeing now on anyone he'd ever had in a ring
or on a training table.  His mouth fell open and he was was rigid with the 
shock of it.  "A girl?" he thought, "She was undeniably a girl!  A body-
builder?  She was that, too!  A wrestler?  Well, that remained to be seen."
But he no longer expected just a walk-over win.  And he didn't get it!

The two met in the centre of the ring and circled.  Suddenly, Marty leaped
at Tina, grabbed both her legs in his strong arms, and heaved back.  She
came up off the floor and landed flat on her back on the mat.  Marty was on 
top of her in a flash with her legs enclosed in his in a tight scissors. 
His arms went around her chest, imprisoning one of her arms and forcing her 
onto the other one along the ground.  One more quick move and he was set for 
a pin.  "Not so bad," he thought, "One quick pin coming up."  Wrong!  Tina
twisted and raised them both off the mat with a one-armed push-up that gave 
her enough leverage to free her trapped arm and grab one of his arms with both 
of hers.  Her shoulder muscles bulged as she heaved him onto his back, and 
now the roles were reversed.  She was on top, even if her legs were still 
trapped.  Then Marty twisted his legs around Tina's, levering her up and
he twisted out from under her.  They both leaped to their feet, and again 
they circled each other.  MIke, refereeing, had sprung a massive erection 
at the sight of the massive muscles of these two body-builders flexing and  
rippling as they strained at each other's holds.  His wrestling coach and his 
kid sister battling hammer and tongs!

Again Marty sprang at Tina's legs in another try at a take-down.  But this 
time, Tina was ready.  As his arms enclosed her thighs, Tina braced them and 
bent over Marty's muscular torso, wrapped her arms about it and heaved him
right over her shoulder onto the mat with a shuddering thump.  She leaped 
onto his supine body and seized his wrists, forcing his arms behind his neck. 
Marty recovered fast.  His powerful legs flexed, and he bridged up to release
the pressure on his arms from Tina's strong grip, and twisted to try for a 
reversal.  He missed, and Tina's legs went around his waist in a punishing 
body scissors, with her ankles locked over his crotch, and her hands free to
capture his arms in a full-nelson if she could hold him.  Marty saw defeat    
staring him in the face and took the only way out - he scrambled off the mat.

After that break, the two combatants circled again. Neither wanted to try 
for a take-down, and after a couple of circles, they clashed in the centre 
of the mat - upright.  Hand to hand, chest to chest, and crotch to crotch,
the two muscular wrestlers struggled - a six-foot, 200 pound adult male 
pressing full-bodied against a 5'2", 140 pound schoolgirl - and NOT winning!
The muscles on both their backs stood out in massive ridges, their thighs and 
calves rippled like huge serpents and their chests and abs ground into each
other with rock-like tension.  Neither could overpower the other, and streams 
of sweat ran down their bodies until their clothes were drenched and puddles
formed on the mat.  Finally, with a tremendous effort, Marty got an arm 
around Tina and lifted her bodily off the mat.  With no futher resistance. he 
lifted her above his head, and dropped her flat on her back.  Her hand 
grabbed the shoulder strap of his suit as she struggled, but it broke apart 
in her hands and that did little to break the force of her fall.  The fall
knocked the wind from her, Tina lay dazed for a moment, long enough for Marty
to jump in the air and land on Tina's unprotected abdomen hard on his knees.
OOOPH!  That knocked the wind out of Tina and she lay on her back gasping 
like a fish out of water.
 
Quick as a flash, Marty was down and rolled Tina onto her stomach, kneeled 
over her back, and shoved his arms under hers then around the back of her
neck - a full-nelson!  But before he could apply enough pressure to disable 
her arms and force her back down to the mat, Tina kicked out both her legs,
knocking Marty's feet from under him.  With a tremendous heave, she gathered
her legs under her, her feet flat on the floor, then slowly, powerfully, she 
straightened her legs and, with her arms trapped in a full-nelson and a 200 
pound man on her back, she stood right up.  Marty's jaw dropped as he  felt 
the muscular power needed to perform that move, and Mike just backed up and 
sat down as his penis, already erect and rock-hard, pulsed and spewed forth
cum as he had a powerful orgasm right in the middle of the ring.  Tina roared 
as she reached her upright stance - full-nelson notwithstanding and, with no 
hesitation, did a complete somersault, ending up on top of Marty on the mat, 
completely breaking his hold.  But Marty was fast.  Pushing Tina down his
torso, now slippery with sweat, he wrapped his thick, muscular thighs around
Tina's head in a painful head-scissors.  Again, Tina rolled over and grabbed
Marty's wrists.  Climbing to her knees, then to her feet, Tina spun like a 
top with Marty on her shoulders, then fell back onto her own shoulders, dig-
ging them deep into his abs, knocking the breath right out of him.  He col-
lapsed, sucking for breath, and Tina knee-dropped onto his already jellied 
abs.  Marty groaned and tried to roll over, but Tina leaped up and then body- 
dropped onto him, her naked chest again pounding his now-soft belly, and she
wrapped her thighs around his head, enclosing his upraised arms alongside 
his head, leaving his arms trapped.  She locked her ankles behind his head, 
and flexed her rock-hard thighs.  Marty bridged to ease the crushing pressure
on his head, he bridged high as he could, but it didn't help.  But it let
Tina get her hands around his ankles and heave them up against his hips in
a wide-open split.  That broke the bridge and Marty collapsed onto his back.
Tina pulled harder on his ankles and his legs split further apart.  His arms
were helpless, his legs were being split apart, and he was flat on his back,
just waiting to be pinned - and Tina knew it!  She had him beat!  But she 
wanted more.  She let go the leg-split, wrapped her arms around his waist,
let go the head-scissors, and jumped to her feet, holding Marty upside down
with his feet waving in the air and his face tight in her crotch.  Then she
fell straight forward onto the mat, crushing Marty under her sweat-soaked
body.  Marty cried out in pain and frustration, and Tina lifted him up again.
Another body-slam, and Marty lay inert.  And again.  Marty just groaned and 
didn't move a muscle.  Tina rose to her feet, flexed her biceps in a victory
pose, and placed her naked foot on Marty's throat.  The Winner!

Tina looked around for Mike - she wanted a witness to this most glorious - 
for her - and unexpected ending, but Mike was on a bench ejaculating.  The 
very idea of his kid sister going toe-to-toe with his big, body-building 
wrestling coach and holding him off, and then, in a body-slamming contest, 
whipping him unconscious, and now standing over him like a Greek colossus, 
made Mike break out in a violent, shattering orgasm - for the second time!

Tina and Marty rested.  That round had left them both exhausted and hot and
sticky - and Tina gloating!  Tina did not gloat in silence.  She strode up 
and down in front of Marty and Mike, and she flexed her arms and spread her 
lats and turned and twisted until the muscles on her back rippled and bulged.
She twisted her thighs and her quads moved like serpents.  She clasped 
her hands in front of her and her abdominal muscles slid across her flat
belly like plates of steel.  Marty's eyes popped and his jaw hung open, 
and he recovered quickly as the thought of grappling again with that 
magnificently-muscled, nubile, young body brought his penis to a magnificent, 
rock-hard erection.  And the owner of that magnificently-muscled, nubile,
young body was well aware of his condition and laughed out loud.  She, too, 
was anxious to test her new-found skills on the muscular, hard, sleek body
of her sexy-looking opponent.  But this time it would be a little different.

"Mike.  Beat it out of here.  Go find a girl you can handle and take her to
dinner or a show or something.  But get out of here before I beat the crap 
out of you.  I don't think we'll need a referee this round."  And Mike went!

"Marty.  That round was pretty hot and both of us were dripping with sweat.
These clothes aren't helping much.  How'd it be if we took them off before
we start."  This from a fifteen-year-old schoolgirl.  Marty gasped.  "Tina,
there's no one else in the house.  Are you sure you want to do this?  It 
might not just end the way you want it to."

"Let me worry about that, Marty.  This was for two falls out of three, and 
I don't think it will go to three.  So what do you say?  Do we strip or not?"

"We strip!  And last one in the ring is a big baby."
     
They stripped and, naked, they faced each other again.  They circled in the 
centre and clashed, toe to toe, belly to belly, arms around each others 
backs.  They knew this was not an ordinary match, but a fight to the finish.
Winner take all!  There would be no cries of 'Rape" after this was over.  The
combatants struggled upright till the sweat ran off both of them.  Soak-
ing wet, neither could get a grip on the other until, again, Marty got his
hand under Tina's crotch and levered her high in the air.  The he dropped her
flat on her back, completely winded.  He knee-dropped onto her iron-clad ab-
domen, and she buckled up.  Marty dropped on top of her helpless body and
threw his legs over her shoulders to get a punishing head-scissors.  With 
his ankles locked, he squeezed his thick, muscular thighs until Tina howled
with pain, her hands pounding the mat beside her hips.  It was now Marty's
turn to grab for Tina's ankles - and he did, forcing her feet back beside 
her hips, starting a classic leg-split.  But Tina, desperate with pain,
jerked forward on her hands just far enough to get her weight - and Marty's -
right over her feet, and again, with a tremendous display of muscular power,
she straightened her legs and rose to her feet, breaking Marty's hold on her 
ankles, but not his killing head-scissors.  Frustrated with her escaping his 
leg-split, he increased the pressure on her head until her knees began to 
buckle with the pain.  Desperately, Tina spun around, and that seemed to help.
So she spun faster and faster until Marty's body was horizontal from the cen-
trifugal force and his legs began to slip from around her head.  "Hah!"
thought Tina, and with a tremendous shrug of her powerfully-muscled traps,
her head escaped from those massive thighs.  Still spinning, she placed her 
hands on his now-released hips and, with a strong heave, raised him, back 
downward, as high as she could reach.  Then she dropped him.  Then she leaped in 
the air and knee-dropped him.  This time it was his belly muscles that
collapsed in agony.  Tina dropped on top of her writhing victim and wrapped 
her thighs around his head.  Then she spread his knees apart with her power-
ful arms, and thrust both her forefingers up his ass.  Marty screamed!   The
pain!  The indignity!  The shock!   He bridged, in a desperate attempt to 
escape the pain, the indignity, the PLEASURE! of those intruding fingers.
And this was just what Tina wanted.  As he bridged, his cock, naked and 
sweaty and soft, came into Tina's face - and she seized it in her mouth and
bit down hard!  Marty screamed again, and jerked upright on the mat - or
at least he tried to.  His face drove into Tina's crotch, and her legs 
tightened and held him there.  His face deep in Tina's vagina, his cock 
deep in Tina's mouth and her fingers thrusting deep into his asshole, Marty
just lay on his back and wondered what in god's name had happened to him!

He didn't have to wonder long.  Tina's tongue lapped the long, thick length 
of his cock, and it rose and swelled and got as hard as a bar of steel,
and Marty suddenly realized he liked it that way.  As his cock got hard,
it pressed further and further into the hot length of throat that held it 
captive, and that was now holding it tight and was pulsing with a steady,
throbbing, sqeezing force that was hurting right up into the pit of his 
stomach - and he wanted more of it!  Much, much more of it!  And he was 
getting it.  The fingers in his ass slid in and out, penetrating deeper 
each time, until the rigid muscles of his annal ring collapsed and three
fingers, four fingers, - ALL of Tina's left hand slid into the now-loose 
and oozing rectum and pressed him forward even closer to her face so more 
and more of his thick, turgid penis was driven deeper into her mouth, past
her flickering tongue, deeper into her throat.  She pulled the hand up his 
ass back a little and his cock retreated, she pushed it in, and his cock 
drove deeper still.  With just a bit of practice, she was screwing her own 
throat, and that turned that horny kid on completely.  Resting between strokes, 
she turned her attention to her own empty cavity of sex, now poised over her 
squirming victim's face.  With her strong right hand behind his unresisting
head, she forced his lips over her labial lips and, with powerful contrac-
tions of her iron-plated abdomen, she sucked his long tongue right into 
the tunnel of her vagina.  With his tongue entrapped in that pulsing tunnel
of love, with his cock thrusting in and out of his captor's mouth and his
asshole reamed by a clenching fist, Marty exploded in the most violent
orgasm he had, in his whole life, ever experienced.  His cum shot out of his 
prick into a waiting stomach, his rectum filled and his body fluids over-
flowed past Tina's fist, running down his back and legs to the mat.  Tina
felt the orgasmic explosion and she, too, exploded!  A mighty erotic eruption
ripped through the mighty muscles of her fantastic torso and they contracted
in a overpowering spasm that forced a scream of pain from Marty's cum-filled 
throat.  And Marty collapsed.  Lying on the mat, his big, sleek, muscular 
body underneath the hard, rippling muscles of his young, female victor - 
victor, physically and sexually - Marty's body just gave out and he lay 
helpless in her arms.  Tina roared in sexual abandon.  She had just 
experienced an earth-shattering orgasm, she had felt her opponent - almost 
twice her size - yield helplessly to her wrestling skills and even more 
helplessly to her sexual attack, and she was still ready for more.  She 
had worked for this, she had won the right, and she had a live body - limp 
right now, but she was sure she could fix that - to work on.  And work on 
it, she did!

Tina twisted around till she was face to face with her battered foe, and
closed her lips over his.  Then she slid her tongue into his mouth, past 
his slack jaws, and into the back of his throat.  In spite of being limp 
as a wet noodle from head to toe, Marty began to respond to the curling
and flickering of her long tongue, and his penis started to rise and to get 
just a little more firm.  As Tina's fingers fondled his breast, the aureoles 
grew hard and his nipples got hard and swollen.  Then one of her hands slid
under his balls and gently - oh so gently - squeezed them and released them 
and sqeezed and released until his long, limp penis stood erect and eager 
once again.  Her fingers slid up and down the sensitive underskin of his 
cock as Marty started to groan and wriggle under control of a pulsing tongue 
and slithering fingers.  His erection grew and, despite his exhausted con-
dition, his control gave out and he ejaculated once more. A flood of cum
poured out of his cock as it sank back into a soft and slippery member.
                         
That was not Tina's intent.  Not at all!  She wanted that cock deep inside 
her while it was still long and hard.  So she did it all again.  It was 
harder this time, but Tina was now horny and hot, and she was enjoying the 
foreplay a lot more.  As well as her fingers and tongue acting in concert 
to arouse the slumbering giant that was under her, she began to ripple her 
muscles.  Her arms slid around his and her biceps flexed and her triceps and 
delts rippled against his, and his hands slid, unawaringly, around her 
massive shoulder and back muscles as they, too, flexed and writhed under
his pressing hands.  Her abs, like slabs of iron, slid over his own once- 
muscular belly, and he grew erect and strong once more.  And when her deep-
cut thighs enclosed his in a rock-hard embrace and her diamond calves and the 
tendons of her powerful feet cut deep against the back of his legs, Marty 
groaned and held on to his amazon lover with might and main, but she would
not let him come!  Her hand held his balls and, at the slightest attempt to
release the erotic pressure building up inside him, her grip tightened and
he slid back, unrelieved, into a sexual pressure cooker.  And now he liked 
the feeling! 

Now, at last, Tina slid her labial lips over the end of his now massive, 
engorged cock, and lowered herself slowly, but feelingly, until the entire 
length of his long, hard penis was buried deep inside the creamy tunnel of
her vagina.  And she flexed the muscled walls of that tunnel until Marty's
aching, enhanced desire drove his cock as deep into Tina as he could.  The 
pressure of that solid bone against the wall of her uterus drove Tina wild, 
and she erupted in a volcanic orgasm that released a flood of cum way past 
that intruding cock, and it exploded in an orgasm as violent as hers.  The 
two lovers (protagonists, maybe?) cried out in unison, then lay limp on the
mat that had been their sexual bed.  They both slept in utter exhaustion.
 
Hours later, Tina wakened on the wet and slippery mat and looked over at the 
sleeping giant beside her.  He was still dead to the world, and looked as 
though he would stay that way forever.  Tina grinned as she reviewed the past 
events in her mind, then she laughed out loud in glee as she realized just
what this meant - she had a LOVER!  and not just a placid lover like Mike,
but a challenging, pretty evenly-matched competitor, both physically and 
sexually, and she was going to make damn sure that before she had had her 
fill of him that he was going to know that he'd been screwed and seduced and 
beaten in the ring and raped by a fifteen-year-old kid - and that, when he'd 
rcovered from that, he'd come crawling back on his hand and knees, looking 
for more!
                         
First, Marty needed a shower and a more comfortable bed to sleep in.  So 
Tina picked up the limp 200-pound magnificently-muscled athlete in her 
arms and carried him upstairs to her parents' bedroom.  They were both 
stark naked and dripping with sweat, so it was easy to drape him over her 
shoulder and give him a thorough soaping down - not missing any of the 
important parts that, even in a sleep of complete exhaustion, started to 
respond to Tina's gentle caresses.  Tina was amazed.  How could that cock
respond when the mind and the body were completely unconscious?  God knows.
but it did, and that put mischievous ideas into that horny schoolgirl's 
lascivious mind.  Could she, possibly, seduce that massive member when its 
lord and master was far off in the Land of Dreams - and what effect would it 
have - on him?  On her?  On it?  She would just bloody well have to see!

Right On!       

Carefully, Tina patted most of the water from Marty - at least, from Marty's 
body - and laid him on the satin sheets on the king-size bed.  He was still
out like a light mentally!  But there, between the rippling muscles of his 
thighs, his penis was rampant, and eager again for the fray.  Tina gently 
stroked the rising member and it responded eagerly, growing longer and 
thicker and hard as a rod of steel as Tina's fingers flickered over the 
sensitive underside and brushed the wiry hairs standing upright on his
filling scrotum.  Marty moaned softly, but showed no other signs of 
coming to life, so Tina grew bolder and replaced her softly-stroking 
fingers with her even softer lips.  Enclosing the head of his now-dripping 
penis in her hot, moist mouth, she licked the source of the creamy cum
with her flickering tongue, and her reward was that massive erection got
even more engorged and the cum flowed faster.  Marty moaned again, but with 
a somewhat happier sound and his face, still sound asleep, started to crease 
into a smile.  Now Tina raised the ante!

Tina slid her naked torso over the sleeping body on the satin sheets, over
it but not touching it anywhere.  She supported herself on the tips of her 
toes and on the tips of her fingers, and she held her body close - oh, so 
close - to his, so close she could feel the heat of his skin rising until
it almost burned her breasts and her belly and the shaven skin of the mound 
that surrounded the opening to her vaginal canal - and that was now heating 
up as well.  Slowly, releasing one hand but, with a tremendous demonstration 
of muscular power, maintaining her close-coupled bridge with her toes and 
just one arm above her sleeping victim's head, she grasped the mighty,
engorged weapon thrusting from his loins and guided it into the steaming 
opening of her cunt.  First, the thick, round head entered the snug chamber
between her labial lips, and they were just as relaxed as Tina could make 
them, soft and silky and warm.  Then she slid down the rigid shaft, opening 
the muscular walls of her vagina until, at last, the whole massive cock was
enclosed in her creaming cunt and the head was pressing hard against the
solid barrier of her uterus.  That done, she returned to a two-armed bridge
to conserve her strength.  Then, and only then, did she start the rhythmic
and powerful flexing of the muscles in her vaginal walls that held Marty's
penis in pulsing stasis until that penis exploded in a smooth, powerful, 
flowing ejaculation that was sucked completely dry by Tina's thirsting cunt 
until it, too, poured out its cream in a gut-wrenching orgasm that almost
drove her into a complete collapse.  Almost - but not quite!  With a trem-
endous effort - more of will than of muscle - Tina held her bridge and let
the flowing juices, both hers and Marty's, drain out of her cunt and comp-
letely cover Marty's abs and thighs.  He stirred in his sleep, but the  
smile on his face only got bigger and he snuggled more deeply into the satin 
sheets.

Tina rested contentedly in her bridge above the sexually played-out athlete
for a few minutes more, then she slowly and carefully withdrew from on top
of her exhausted victim and went downstairs to her bed.  She didn't *steal*
downstairs - she didn't need to!  It would take an earthquake to rouse Marty
now and Mike was still out - probably, Tina thought, chasing some bimbo, but 
that was OK, too.  After all, she had kicked him out for that purpose.  So 
she *swaggered* downstairs to her bed, and sat there a while gloating.  As 
well she might!  What a day!  She had met a new man - a MAN, not a boy! -
she had entranced him with her cooking, she had watched him easily out-
wrestle her brother, then she had defeated him, although he was almost twice 
her size, a body-builder, and a wrestling coach as well, in the wrestling
ring - TWICE!  And then she had screwed him to within an inch of his life -
TWICE!  Carried him off to bed, and there had the most amazing experience
of all!  She had screwed his helpless, eager cock again - just his cock,
not him!  And she knew his cock was hers!  Anytime she wanted it!  Anywhere!
"Wow! What a Wonderful Day!" thought the fiteen-year-old ex-virgin as she 
dropped off into a deep and dreamless sleep.

Habit was strong, so Tina was wide awake and alert at her usual time, and
she leaped out of bed, eager to go.  She thought over the events of yester-
day, and grinned happily to herself.  "Well!  What's going to happen  
today?" she wondered,  "Whatever it is, I'm sure I'm going to enjoy it!
And I'd better be ready for it."  With that thought in mind, she started on 
her workout program enthusiastically.  Two hours of hard exercise, an EIGHT- 
mile run, then two more hours of work on the heaviest weights she could lift.
Her run now involved a mile run to the beach by the sea, a six mile run along 
the beach (three out and three back), and a mile home again.  She wore a
lose sweatsuit and, because of the sandy beach, no shoes.  Running at top 
speed through the loose sand worked her huge chest to its limit, gulping in 
great quantities of oxygen, and her calves and thighs were burning with the 
effort of pumping through the sand.  By the time she reached home, Tina was 
covered with sweat and her suit was soaked.  So she stripped it off and
completed her workout stark naked.  At the end of two hours, (bench presses,
overhead presses, curls, flyes, chins, and crunches, she did them all) she 
was pumped to the max and drenched from head to toes with pure, unadultrated  
sweat. It ran from her hair, from her back, her arms, her chest.  Her abs
and her glutes were covered, and her thighs and calves and feet were soaking.
And underneath all of that sweat was the most pumped and striated and rock-
hard muscular structure it was possible to imagine - and Tina knew it!  Now,
standing in front of one set of mirrors with another set behind her, she  
stared in admiration at the magnificent physical specimen she had become.
She stared at the muscles that rippled and pulsed and shone with the glow of 
perspiration.  She flexed her arms and watched her biceps swell and harden
and develop into boulders with a rock on top of each.  Her forearms bulged 
and rippled and her triceps and delts and the snakes of squirming muscle that 
ran across her broad shoulders and slid down to her bulging, striated glutes
glowed and dripped sweat.  Lowering her massively muscled arms to clasp her
hands behind her back, her triceps leaped out like carved stone boulders
and the striations of her pecs seemed to push her small hard breasts out like
headlights the shape and size of large oranges.  Pressing her shoulders back, 
Tina watched her reflection with awe.  Her abs were valleyed slabs of rock-
hard muscle that stretched from her breasts to the smooth slopes of her pubic 
mound.  Her massive thighs were valleyed and striated and as large around as
her muscular waist and made her knees look slender - which they weren't!  Her 
calves, as she stood on the tips of her toes, formed TWO diamonds on each leg
above tendonous ankles supported by muscular feet and powerful toes.

Flexing and twisting and turning, Tina was amazed and entranced at the shape 
and size of the beautiful, muscular physique that was her own reflection.  
She just couldn't believe it!  To make it seem real, she flexed her muscles
again, harder, and as she did, she ran her hands over each bulging and 
striated muscle and felt it ripple and become rock-hard at her instant whim.
The look of her massively-muscled torso and the sensous feel of it turned her 
on like nothing else ever had, and she slid her hand over the opening of her 
vagina, to feel it throbbing and flowing with warm, creamy fluid.  She slid 
her fingers through that cream to fondle her erect and sensitive clit, and 
she exploded in a fantastic, erotic ejaculation that flung her to her hands 
and knees as she curled into a soaking ball of sweaty muscle that pulsed 
and jerked as she howled at the ceiling like a lioness roaring at the moon.  
Tina, like her older brother and her still older lover, had been entranced 
and seduced by the magnificently-muscled and powerfully developed amazon
that stood flexing before her - even if it were only her own reflection in
the weight-room mirror.  She, like Mike and Marty, had fallen deeply, help-
lessly, in love, in sexual, erotic love with Tina!  And Tina LOVED it! 
                                                              
Her workout ended - though not in any way it ever had before! - Tina slipped     
into a caftan and went upstairs for lunch.  She was hungry and a shower could 
wait - the caftan absorbed most of the sweat and she didn't expect anyone 
else to be around anyway.  But she had just started grilling a steak and 
frying a panful of homefries when in walked Mike.  "My god, Mike, out of bed 
already?" laughed Tina, "Didn't you get any last night?"

"Hey, Tina, I'm not like you, you know.  Sex isn't the only thing I ever think 
of.  I do have other interests in life beside sex and muscles.  And, anyway, 
I met a real nice girl last night and we hit it off together really well.  
I"m going to see her again tonight.  We're going to see 'Alien' then go
dancing.  She has her own apartment, so maybe - just maybe - we'll end up 
there.  Boy, that smells good.  How would you like to cook me up the same
thing.  I may need my strength tonight."

Tina laughed.  "Sure.  You take this.  I'll cook up another lot for me.  So
you met a nice girl?  Does she, by any chance, know you're captain of the 
wrestling team?  Has she let her hand slide over your crotch, yet?  Accident-
ally, of course.  Does she know you have that massive weapon in your pants?
I'll bet she's a 'nice' girl.  I just don't expect to see you tonight - or
tomorrow either!"

Mike grinned sheepishly.  "Well, maybe so.  I hope so anyway.  But there was 
something I wanted to ask you about, as a woman.  Do you have some time this 
afternoon?" 

"As a woman?  Why, sure, Mike, just as soon as we finish lunch.  I was going 
to have a shower, but that can wait.  We can talk upstairs in your room."

So, upstairs, afterwards, Mike said to Tina, "Tina, as you probably know, 
I've screwed a lot of girls.  But it's all been 'Wham! Bang! Thank you M'am'
and this is different.  What I'd like to get from you are some tips on what
really turns a woman on.  What she really likes.  How to really make her 
come the way you do me - only I can't use my muscles to do it.  I just don't
have that kind of muscle.  How about giving me some pointers."

"Sure, Mike, I'll tell you what I can, but you know that you and Marty are 
the only men I've screwed, so I haven't had that much experience."

"It's not experience I'm looking for.  It's what a women likes, what really 
turns her on.  And you must know that."

"Well, maybe I don't know as much as you think, - I AM just a fifteen-year-
old girl and I've only screwed two men - but I'll tell you what we can do.  
We can try out things and I'll tell you what works and what doesn't.  Sound 
OK?"

"Sure does.  Where will we start?"

"Well, let's start the way most of these things start - with kissing.  You 
hold me and kiss me the way you usually kiss girls."

So Mike put his arms around his little sister and held her close to him, 
then he closed his lips over hers and gently kissed her.  When he felt her 
respond, he wiped his tongue over her lips and softly slid it between them.
He slid it in to make contact with Tina's tongue, the he flicked his in and 
out until he felt hers follow his into his own mouth, between his teeth.  He
sucked on the end of her tongue, pulling it further in, while he grated his 
teeth across the thickness of her now-squirming and pressing tongue.  He 
heard her moan in pleasure as he swallowed rapidly to pulse the muscles in 
his throat, now enclosing the end of her extended and dripping tongue.  Tina
moaned again, and her powerful arms closed around her brother's back and 
squeezed him still closer to her muscular body - and his face even tighter 
against her own.  Mike sucked again at her tongue within him, and Tina 
twisted and threw Mike down on the bed beneath her body, their mouths break-
ing contact as they landed.

"Whew, Mike, You've got that kissing bit down cold.  There's nothing I can 
help you improve on that.  You really turned me on.  If I hadn't used all my
willpower, I would have raped you right there!  Wow, little brother, you've
got a really sexy tongue.  What's next?"

"Well, just two things.  How you like your breasts fondled and all the fore-
play around your cunt.  Let me start with your tits."  And Mike did.  He ran 
his hands over her breasts - such as they were.  Tina's breasts were rocky 
hard and about the size of oranges, but backed up by striated pectoral muscles 
that thrust them forward like twin headlights.  But running his hands over 
those firm, protruding glands turned Mike on hard.  As he squeezed her tits,
his cock rose and stiffened and he lost control.  He squeezed his hands and
he buried his head deep in her solid bosom, and he sucked the nipples and
nibbled them with his teeth until Tina cried "Enough!" and pushed him off her.

"Mike!  This is supposed to be seduction - not rape.  Control yourself or 
you'll blow the whole deal.  Now try it again, but gently.  Blow over my tits
softly and flick the nipples with your tongue and then quietly stroke them 
with your most gentle fingers.  I'll react ok, and I'll stretch to get just 
the right pressure to turn me on.  Then on you go to your target."
            
So Mike did it again, the way his sister said to do, and again his cock rose 
in a tremendous erection, but this time, with great effort, he kept control
and continued with his gentle caresses.  He was rewarded with a squirming 
and erotic response as strong hands closed over his and guided them over and 
around the now rock-hard breasts, then down to the smooth-shaven pubic mound
that pushed back at Mike's questing fingers.  Mike didn't stop to question.
He slid his fingers between the labial lips and pushed them in further to
feel the inside walls of the vaginal canal.  The Tina stopped him again.

"Whoa, MIke.  Slow down!  You had me going there and then you lost it.  It's
not a race.  In spite of your foreplay - and I have to admit it was really  
good!  I was really set to go - but my cunt is still dry.  You'll have to 
fix that.  Until I'm wet inside - and the wetter the better - you're nowhere. 
Use your tongue, wet your fingers, play with my clit, but don't go a bit 
further until you feel me flowing with creamy cum.  It won't take long, 
believe me - not the way you work.  You're good!"

Mike glowed. "Thanks to you, sis. You're a great teacher."

So Mike went at it again.  Slowly, he kissed her lips, and her tongue, and
her breasts, and when those strong hands led his down to that chamber of 
love, he slowed right down.  He raised the hem of the caftan above his head 
and, averting his eyes from the awesome - and unbelievably erotic - sight 
of the magnificently-muscled physique lying beside him, he slid down 
until his mouth covered her labial lips and his tongue slipped in where his 
fingers had not been welcome before - But his tongue was welcomed with a low
moan.  His tongue flickered back and forth and he felt the beginning of the 
flow of a sweet-smelling fluid and he licked it up until the flow grew too 
great for his tongue, so he sucked the creamy fluid into his mouth intil it 
ran down his chin, then he pulled out his tongue and slid in his fingers, 
moistened with his own dripping saliva, and softly rubbed her erect and 
firmly extended clit.  Tina moaned and squirmed and dug her poweful fingers 
into her assailant's back and dragged him bodily up over her pulsing abs 
and her heaving chest until his nipples were between her teeth and she could
nibble on one or the other until he yelped with pain.  Then, with his free 
hand, he guided his fully engorged and rampant penis into the wet and flowing 
cunt, into the tight and pulsing vaginal canal, until, at long length, it was 
stopped by the hard dam of her uterus,  There it rested, surging with a slow 
rhythmic pressure against her pulsing vaginal walls until the erotic pressure
built to a climax and Mike ejaculated in a powerful, roaring gush that over-
flowed the warm and throbbing cave that enclosed his prick and poured out
over Tina's belly and thighs in a sticky, creamy flood.  The powerful ejacul-
ation triggered an equal response in Tina, and a powerful, clenching orgasm 
exploded within her, ejecting her lover's penis, now limp and soft if still 
thick and long, from the depths of her vagina.  The lovers lay there limp, 
clasped in each other's arms, a beautiful picture of sibling devotion.  It 
was a relationship that had begun in deadly hatred and jealousy, but that had
progressed through the steps of empowering muscle and domination to self-in-
terest and envy to what it was now, physical awareness and erotic admiration.  
 
This is love!

Tina recovered first.  Looking at her brother lying beside her in the after-
noon sunlight sifting through the shades, she thought, "Wow!  I liked that.
We must do it again."  And she sighed and thought of her plans for this 
evening.  They weren't bad.  She'd waken Marty, they'd wrestle a round or 
two, then dinner and a dance.  And then back home for - whatever.

"Mike, baby.  I have to go.  You stay here and rest up for tonight.  You'll 
need your rest, because if you come on to your girl like you did to me, 
you're going to get all the screwing you ever dreamed of.  You're good!
Really, really good!  Lots of luck."  and she kissed her half-awake brother 
on the lips and, as he smiled and held out his arms, she wriggled free and 
left. 

Continued in Part 4