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 4)


Still wearing her caftan, Tina stuck her head in her parent's room and had a
quick look at Marty.  He was still sound asleep, so she grinned and went on 
her way down to the weightroom.  She stripped off her caftan, now thoroughly 
stained with sweat and other fluids, and was about to start, stark naked, on 
another full set of exercises when she grinned to herself and paused.  "Hey,
this morning was great, (was it only this morning?) but I don't have the 
strength to go through that again.  At least, not now, with a busy evening 
still to come.  No way!  I'd better put on some clothes."  So she did.  She
pulled on her usual work-out outfit, hi-cut shorts and a sleeveless cut-off
T-shirt, and began again to sweat.  No matter what condition she was in, 
the first hour of Tina's afternoon routine was bound to make her sweat.
Stretches, then the top level of the 5BX plan, then the StairMaster (the
equivalent of SPRINTING up god knows how many flights of stairs), and then
a set of floor tumbling exercises to keep her limber before starting on her 
chins and dips and flyes and curls, all with at least a bodyweight of added 
resistance.  Then on to the heavy stuff!  By now she was a dripping mass of 
sweat enclosed in sodden clothes that clung to every ripple and valley of
her pumped-up massive musculature.   Dead lifts (four hundred pounds), bench  
presses (three hundred pounds), military presses (two hundred fifty pounds),
and squats (four hundred pounds).  Toe raises, leg extensions, and pulldowns 
were about to be run through as Tina's closedown, but in the middle of her 
toe raises, in walked Marty.  He walked in, he stopped, and he gaped!  He'd 
seen Tina stripped and pumped, but this was something else again.  A writhing 
mass of muscle in sticking clothes that was more seductive than stark naked-
ness - if seduction was on your mind!  

Tina stopped and turned to face Marty.  "Hi.  Had a good rest?  You looked 
dead to the world when I stuck my head in your bedroom a couple of hours ago.
I thought I'd exercise a little while you rested up, if we're going out to-
night.  Feel up to that?"

"Sure. What did you have in mind?"

"Well, I thought we'd have some steaks and then go dancing.  We should be 
able to find an all-night dance floor with some sort of bar.  It'll be about 
four years before I'm legal, but that shouldn't be a problem if I'm with  
you.  Right?"

"Right. No problem at all. What do you want to do in the meantime?  It's too 
early to go to dinner yet."

"Well, this evening's gonna cost, with dinner, drinks, taxis and so on, so 
I thought we'd wrestle a couple of rounds to see who pays.  How about two
rounds out of three, loser foots the bill?"

"Great. I'm always at my best when there's money on the table."

"OK. and this time we'll wear suits." laughed Tina. (At least, at first,
she thought.)

Marty went upstairs to change into a wrestling suit and Tina changed out of 
her soaking clothes into a dry set, and then they met in the ring.  After 
the licking he had taken yesterday, Marty had no illusions that he was 
going to win easily.  He was still sixty pounds heavier and ten inches 
taller, and he had twenty years of mature experience on his opponent - 
AND SHE WAS A GIRL!  But what a girl!  He had never seen anyone, in his
life as a coach or in his life as a body builder, that was as as muscular
and powerfully developed and had the defined and cut physique that this 
girl had.  And she was fast and tricky and, with her karate background,
she knew how to move and slip out of holds, as well as apply some danger-
ous holds of her own.  But he was pretty optimistic, and he was looking 
forward to the battle ahead.  For one thing, he was a very competitive
athlete, and there was no-one at school or in the health clubs he went 
to who could give him any kind of a challenge in the wrestling arena, so 
win or lose, he was going to enjoy this match.

Another thing that made him look forward to this evening was Tina's atti-
tude.  For a fifteen-year-old schoolgirl, she was very mature and she 
spoke with him as an equal, not bowing to him as an adult teacher or 
looking down on him as out-of-it oldster.  That made him feel good,too.
So he was looking forward to the fight ahead.

Tina was also looking forward to this fight. but for very different reasons.
She knew it was going to be a close battle, but she wanted to win it.  First,
for the pure and simple satisfaction of whipping a big, strong athlete who
was a trained wrestler and a body builder as well, and second, because she 
wanted to screw that big lug right into the ground, and to dominate him
so completely, sexually, that by just making him think of her, and without
laying a hand on him, she could force him to grow a monstrous erection and,
whether he was standing up or sitting down or lying in his bed, or whether 
he was dressed for dinner or in his pajamas with a woman in his bed beside
him, drive him to a complete and exiting and erotic orgasm that would force 
him to ejaculate so powerfully that he'd be completely useless for sex the 
whole night long.  That was her dream.  Whether she would ever achieve it, 
only the future could tell, but it would start with a victory on the mat
tonight.

Circling in the ring, Tina and Marty watched each other like hawks, looking 
for the slightest sign of a weakness or an opening that could be taken advan-
tage of.  The six-foot, two-hundred pound adult male against the five-foot-
two, one-hundred-forty pound fifteen-year-old girl - it looked like no 
contest at all.  Why, then, was the big, strong male being so cautious?  
Because he'd already been beaten twice by the smaller girl, and he didn't 
want it to happen again.

After a couple of lunges, Marty grabbed Tina's legs behind her knees, but 
that hold was broken almost immediately by Tina spreading her powerful 
thighs.  Then the two clasped hands, and pushed and pulled and twisted and
strained until they were both dripping with perspiration, and getting no-
where at all.  Then, suddenly, Tina jammed her knee between Marty's thighs 
and got her calf behind his ankle and heaved forward, hauling his leg behind
hers as she drove her shoulders forward above his chest. He was off-balance
and crashed to the mat, leaving Tina standing free above him.  She leaped 
in the air and knee-dropped on his un-braced abs and drove the breath from 
his lungs with a tremendous 'whoosh'.  His arms flew back and Tina grabbed 
one and twisted it around behind his back.  Recovering, Marty somersaulted  
over the arm and landed back on his feet between Tina's legs.  He grabbed 
them both and leaned backward until Tina's shoulders were off the mat, and 
he spun.  And he spun and he spun till Tina was dizzy and then he twisted 
her legs around so she faced the ground, and he dropped her.  Not really
dropped her - he slammed her onto the mat so hard she was almost knocked 
out. He knee-dropped onto both her kidneys, and she screamed with pain, and
he flipped her over onto her back, sat down on her belly and pulled her legs
apart and up over her hips and wrapped his own legs around them to hold them
helpless.  Before she had the chance to get over the body slam, he had both 
her arms crossed behind her head and her shoulders pinned to the mat - a
pin and a victory for Marty!

As soon as Tina acknowledged the pin, Marty leapt to his feet, flung his 
arms in the air and danced with excitement.  He flexed his biceps and his 
thighs and he made 'most muscular man' poses all around the room.  You'd 
think he had slain a giant!  And maybe, in his mind, he had.  The win had 
certainly restored his confidence in his strength and his wrestling ability.  
It had been sorely shaken!

It didn't take Tina long to recover from that bout.  She had been badly
battered, but in her condition, fit and strong, she was back on her feet 
in minutes, and eager - very eager! - to start the second round.  She had 
been sloppy, and she knew it.  Overconfidence, maybe, but it wasn't going 
to happen again - no matter what Marty thought. 

So they faced each other again.  Circling, hand-grasping, twisting, and 
pressing belly to belly, they struggled like powerful anacondas to get
some advantage.  Their legs locked together and unlocked, their arms went
around each others backs and tugged and lifted and strained till, once 
again, they were soaking and slippery from head to foot with smelly, slimey
sweat.  No hold held, each grip slipped away, their arms and legs found no 
place for leverage.  It seemed forever before Marty got his hands under 
Tina's shorts and levered her over onto the mat, where he fell on top of her.
His weight was crushing, but it was a resistance Tina could face,  Her feet 
went into his stomach, and she straightened her legs with a snap, heaving 
Marty onto his back at the other corner of the mat.  Like a cat, she was on 
him, to slide across his chest until one of his legs went around her waist
and his ankles clamped shut tight in a breathtaking scissors.  Her arms were 
free but far from his levering feet, and her legs were free but waving use-
lessly in the air.  His scissors was slowly but surely crushing the breath
from her lungs.  A few minutes more and she would lapse into unconsciousness.
Then his hands grasped her wrists and he started to pry her arms backward 
behind her head, leaving her completely at his mercy.  Started - but never 
finished!  Using every last bit of strength she could muster, Tina twisted
her wrists against his, and exerting the power of her massive arms, she
got her hands, her smaller, stronger, feminine hands, around HIS wrists and,
in a tremendous demonstration of pure physical strength, forced his arms back
behind his head and spread them until his shoulders were flat on the mat.
"Pin!" she gasped, with her last breath of air, "Pin!  Pin!  Pin!"  and there 
was no way it could be denied.  Marty gave up.  "Damn!  And I almost had you.
And I would have, too, if you weren't so bloody strong.  Christ!  My wrists 
are going to be sore for a week, the way you squeezed them!  But I asked for
it when I pounded your stomach, I guess.  So, that's a fall apiece.  One
more to decide."

They rested.  But not in their soaking suits.  Tina ripped hers off first, 
and Marty followed immediately.  Their naked bodies breathed in the cooling 
air and, after the physical strain of the last bout and the anticipation of
the one to come, there was not a sexual idea in either of their minds.  They
looked at each others physiques in admiration, and they ran their hands over
the flexed muscles of their opponent's bodies, but it was open admiration
and the full enjoyment of a powerfully-developed muscular structure that 
the man and the woman shared as they waited for their over-heated bodies to 
cool down.  'Woman?'  Yes, WOMAN!  There was no way Tina could be anything 
else.  She didn't think so, and Marty certainly didn't think so.  Age just
didn't matter!

The last bout was anti-climactic.  After the strain and struggle of the first 
two bouts, both of the wrestlers were weary.  Their naked bodies clashed in 
the centre of the mat and their holds seemed, suddenly, to be effective.  In 
a few minutes of swift grappling, they were flat on the ground, rolling and 
twisting.  It was pretty obvious from the beginning of the round that the 
smaller, younger wrestler was going to win on power and strength and speed,
and Marty was just delaying the inevitable by struggling on.  To make it 
quite certain that Tina was the easy victor, she suddenly grasped the
struggling man about the waist and hauled him to his feet.  Before he could 
escape, she grabbed the cheeks of his ass in both of her hands and heaved
him high overhead in one powerful lift.  She spun around, once, twice, three
times as he screamed in terror, then she dropped him flat on his back on the
mat at her feet.  He lay there, dazed and winded, and Tina put her bare foot
right on his balls and pressed, just a little.  Dazed or not, Marty screamed 
again, in terror or pain, it was hard to say, but Tina laughed out loud any-
way.

"The WINNER!  And still CHAMPEEN!" she cried, as she flexed and posed in a
Victory Walk around the gym, stopping only for a while in front of the 
mirrors, and then she lifted Marty up in her arms and carried him over to 
a bench and sat him down to recover.  It didn't take him long to recover,
especially when Tina stopped her 'Walk' right in front of him, and there she 
started to really flex her massively muscled physique.  She flexed her arms
above her shoulders, twisting her wrists to ripple the cable-like cords in 
her swelling forearms, and tensing her bulging, hard-cut biceps till an-
other head stood up like a rock above her flexing arms. She turned her back,
her young, muscular back that rippled, from her wide, striated delts and her
flaring traps down past her strong waist to her hard striated glutes, with 
thick snakes of muscle. She twisted again and the rock-hard slabs of muscle  
that rippled down her abdomen with every breath she took, ended at a taut, 
shaven pubic mound supported by the thick, valleyed, flexing thighs and the
bulging diamonds of her calves.  Her muscular feet kept rhythmic time to an 
unheard tune in a poseur's rhapsody that enveloped that fantastically- 
developed physique; and the watching man, stark naked and just recently in 
belly-to-belly contact with that herculean female torso, was far beyond a 
mere thundering erection, and he came in an erotic orgasmic explosion.  His 
hot cum covered his belly and his legs as Tina leaped forward and swept it 
up in her hands.  She spread it over his chest and hers and pulled him onto
his back on the mat and wrapped her muscular arms around him and clamped her 
lips over his and sucked his weakly-resisting tongue into her mouth and 
into her pulsing throat.  Then she lay still.  She lay still, with her mouth
enclosing his tongue, and the rock-hard muscles of her chest and her abs 
pressing firmly and wetly against his, and her long, deeply-cut thighs and 
calves rubbing, oh-so-gently, against his spent and weary legs.  And he 
sighed, and slowly, inevitably, his penis rose and thickened and got hard as 
a thick iron club, and squeezed its way between Tina's welcoming thighs.
Tina raised her arms and grasped one of Marty's wrists in each of her hands,
holding them helplessly pressed against the mat.  Then, by sliding her feet
inside Marty's calves and spreading them apart, she bridged on her hands and
feet over Marty's sweating torso, keeping a tight grip with her thighs on 
his massive, turgid, rock-hard cock and then, with a gentle wriggle, she
slid her hot, creamy, wet vagina over the thick, round head, and then over
the long, sturdy shaft that followed it inside her until it pressed against 
the solid barrier of her uterus.  The smooth and muscular walls of her fully 
filled vagina throbbed and pulsed.  Marty, unlike the time Tina had done
this to him before, was fully awake and aware of what was happening to him,
but he was just as incapable of doing a thing to stop it - if he had wanted
to!  He didn't want to!  His stomach churned and his gut throbbed and his 
balls spewed forth their creamy cum and Marty, in a cock-wrenching exp-
losion, blew his load into Tina's cunt, and then he collapsed completely
with a long sigh and a happy smile.  Marty had shot his bolt once more!

Tina, too, was content.  The effort put out by Marty in his last, explosive
organism had triggered an equal sexual response in Tina, and she had
also exploded in a powerful erotic orgasm that left her herculean physique 
gasping and that powerful, fantastically-developed torso helplessly limp.
"Wow!" she thought, "I knew I could do it, but I just couldn't know how 
good it would feel!"  And she rolled off her spent and exhausted lover,
and there, on the mat that had been the scene of their gargantuan struggle,
they both fell sound asleep.

Hours later, Tina awoke.  She leaned over Marty, who still lay snoring 
happily, and breathed softly in his ear.  He twitched once or twice, then 
rolled onto his back and stretched his arms out to enclose his lover and
conqueror in a tender embrace.  Their lips met and they kissed fully and
deeply and hugged each other more vigorously.  Their chests pushed together
and they flexed their pecs against each other.  They slid their abs against
each others and their hard rocks of muscle ground together in a sexual duet. 
Their legs flexed together and their biceps swelled and bulged and their 
hands ran up and down the layers of muscle on the back of their partner.
Weary they were, but they were young, strong, and eager and in just moments, 
Marty was on top of Tina and his cock was buried deep in her grasping cunt.
Marty thrust and drew out and thrust and drew, and Tina's legs clamped about 
his waist and her feet hammered hard against his glutes.  They held each 
other so tight they were breathless, and they exploded together in one power-
ful orgasm.  They cried out in unison, and they collapsed again on the mat -
tired and sore - and hungry!

It was time to go.  The charm of two naked bodies had only so much appeal - 
and that was now exhausted.  So they showered and dressed and went out to 
eat.  A nice restaurant, steaks and wine, and good conversation.  Tina was 
young, but she had a quick mind and a good sense of humor, and the two 
lovers thoroughly enjoyed their dinners.  Marty was finding it harder and 
harder to believe that the girl who's company he was enjoying so much was 
young enough to be his daughter, and he was far beyond caring.  After his 
experience in her home, wrestling and screwing, he knew he had nothing to 
feel superior about - and he didn't!  He just felt good!
           
After dinner, they found an all-night roadhouse with a large bar and and a 
small dance floor. It was a pretty rough place but Marty and Tina soon melted 
right in.  They drank and they danced until Marty collapsed on his chair and
said, "Go on, kid. I've just got to rest.  There are lots of kids you can 
dance with, and I'll just sit awhile."  And Tina found plenty of ready and 
willing partners.  She danced the fast numbers and the slow numbers, and she
returned to their table often to refill Marty's glass - and her own.  As the 
hours went by, the place got hot and the dancing got hotter.  Tina was 
wearing a loose shirt and a loose skirt and she couldn't take them off to 
cool down - she had nothing on beneath them.  But her shoes came off, and she 
tucked them into Marty's belt.  Marty was dozing nicely, but no-one there was 
going to try to rip him off.  At last, after hours of not missing a dance, 
the crowd was thinning out and Tina decided it was time to go.  Fighting off
the crowd of guys and gals who just wanted 'one more dance, Tina.  Just one 
more?', she picked Marty up and slung him over her shoulder and headed out 
the door - to the amazed cheers of her past partners.  Outside, she hailed 
a cab from the nearby stand, and laid Marty on the back seat.  She climbed 
in front with the driver and told him where to go.  She paid the cabbie when
they arrived, and waving off his offer to help - he was being turned on, not
helpful! - she slid Marty off the seat, heaved him over her shoulder, and 
climbed the stairs into the house, and then climbed the stairs into his bed-
room where she dropped him onto his bed.  He was out like a light.  Tina
rolled him over and loosened his shirt and his belt, and she slipped his 
shirt off, then his pants - then she broke out in a broad grin.  He, like
her, was wearing no underwear.  Birds of a feather!  She slipped off his 
shoes and socks and pulled the sheet over him, but first, on a quick whim,
leaned over and softly took the end of his cock into her mouth.  Unexpec-
tedly, that monster weapon rose and stiffened as the sleeping wrestler
developed a rock-hard erection.  Tina laughed and said,"Why the hell not!"
and she sucked that standing member deep into her throat, and licked its
soft underside until the explosion she expected burst out of the end of 
that turgid penis.  It coughed violently and hard, and Marty giggled and 
rolled over, and that mighty weapon collapsed.  Tina laughed again.  "Boy!  
I've done it again.  He'll be useless tomorrow!"  and she slipped down-
stairs to her bed.

Habit wakened Tina at her usual hour and habit drove her through her usual
exercise program - two hours in the weightroom, an eight mile run, then two
or three hours more at the heavy weights.  By mid-afternoon, she was tired
and sweating and as fit and ready to go as she could be.  And hungry.  She 
had a quick peak at Marty, but he was still sleeping the sleep of the just -
the completely exhausted just!  So she had a quick lunch - a salad and two 
roast beef sandwiches washed down by a quart of ale. Then she sat down in 
the living room to relax.  But not for long.  She'd just settled down when
in walked Mike with a complacent grin on his face.  "Wow!  Little sister.
You've sure got this sex bit down pat.  I followed your advice to the letter 
and Barb is now putty in my hands - and she loves it.  She just loves being 
the devoted sex slave to a strong and demanding master - that's me! - though 
neither of us are into domination.  But we sure have fun.  What can I do to
say thanks?"

"I don't know, Mike.  But I'd like to meet Barb.  She sounds like fun.  How 
about bringing her over for supper some night.  Let's see, This is Wednesday.
How about Friday?"

"Sounds good to me.  I'm sure she can make it then.  I'll confirm it to-
morrow.  In the meantime, Sis, how about flexing those muscles for me a bit.
I don't think Marty should have all the fun.  How is he, by the way?"

Tina grinned.  "Well, he's resting right now because we're going out tonight
to the Big Slammer Roadhouse.  I've heard it's a great place and full of 
bikers.  We'll see."

"Hey, Barb and I had heard that, too.  Maybe we'll see you there.  Now turn
over and let me give your back a massage.  You've been working out pretty 
hard.  Do you really need that soaking shirt?"

"Hell no.  And make it a hard one."  And Tina shrugged out of her shirt and 
lay down on the thick carpet for Mike to give her a real work-over.  And he  
did.  He rubbed his hands over the massive ropes of muscle rippling across 
her back and around her delts and triceps and along her traps past the cuts 
and valleys of her V-shaped waist to the rock-hard bulges of her striated 
glutes.  There he paused, stopped by the sodden material of her shorts.  

"Hey, Tina, can you slide out of these stinking things?  I can't give you a 
proper rubdown with them there."  And in a flash they were in a heap on the 
floor, and Mike continued his rubdown.  Around her glutes and down the cut
and deeply-valleyed quads to the rock-like diamonds of her bulging calves
and over her strong and muscular feet.  Her feet got special attention from
Mike as he manipulated her toes and bent over and kissed the tough and leath-
ery soles of her feet.  He loved her feet.  He thought the muscular tendon
above each toe and the smmoth soft skin between them was the most erotic part 
of her body (well, almost) and as he turned around to kiss each hard, leathery 
sole he found he was hopelessly turned on.  As Tina moaned in pleasure, Mike 
tore off his clothes and lay down beside his sister - No, on top of his 
sister, and took her stretched-out hands in each of his and let them lie far 
out to the side.  His turgid cock, now hard as an iron bar and foaming at the 
tip, slid right into the deep valley that opened up so conveniently between 
her glutes.  He groaned, too, and started to move his cock closer to the
muscular ring of the tightly closed anus that beckoned so eagerly.  He 
started - but that was as far as he got.  His penis was clamped firmly in 
between the rock-hard glutes enclosing it and, apart from the frustration,  
it hurt.

"Hey, Mike, you into rape again?  What did I tell you yesterday.  Don't you
remember a thing I told you?  Remember, wetter is better!  If you want to get 
into my asshole, then you've got to make me want you in there, and the way 
to do that is to make me wet first. Slobbering, slimey wet, and you can do 
that with your finger or, better, with your tongue.  Try it."  So Mike did. 
He slid his released penis out from between the muscular glutes, down the
valleyed muscles of Tina's thighs, past diamond-hard calves to rest firmly 
against the soles of his sister's feet.  As he drew her hands down opposite
her hips, his mouth lined up nicely with her now-relaxed glutes and his long,
flickering tongue could just reach the ring of her asshole.  Her glutes 
twitched at the touch of his tongue, and her knees spread apart,  Her feet,
now free, rubbed together and fondled Mike's turgid penis between her flexing
toes, driving Mike wild and his tongue deeper into the now VERY wet anal 
cavity that was beginning to twitch and pulse.  Mike's tongue slid out and, 
in its place, two saliva-covered fingers slipped past the loosening anal
ring into the tight pulsing canal.  These were followed by two more and 
Tina's hard muscular ass rose high in the air.  Mike's balls, massaging 
themselves roughly against the hard, tough skin on the bottom of Tina's
muscled feet, became swollen and painful with the stress of the load within 
them, and his cock got thick and long and hard as iron.  Mike raised himself 
on his elbows and slid his now-foaming penis up his sister's legs, past her
diamond calves, past her rock-hard quads, and into the crease between her
striated glutes, now relaxed and waiting for the hard erection to enter
her anal cavity, just vacated by his sopping fingers.  His cock entered,
just the creaming head at first then, as the anal canal relaxed still more,
the thick shaft pushed further and further into his little sister's asshole 
until his balls were tight against the skin of her muscular glutes.  His 
hands slid, from her anal cavity, around her waist to grasp the hard orange-
sized mounds standing out from her striated pectoral muscles, and squeezed.  
She screamed in pain and in pleasure, and began to pulse the muscles of her 
glutes and the muscles of her penetrated anal canal until Mike, too, screamed 
in pain and pleasure and blew his wad, tremendously, into her rectum. 

Tina and Mike collapsed together in a heap on the floor, still tied together
by the strength of the penetration of Mike's penis into Tina's rear entrance.
As Mike groaned in sated exhaustion, Tina gave a great heave and rolled both 
of them over onto Mike's back.  She bent her knees and spread her legs and 
bent forward at the waist to sit straight up.  Grabbing Mike's knees for 
support, she rocked forward onto the balls of her feet and once again 
squeezed her glutes and flexed the muscles of her anal canal till Mike's en-
captured cock pulsed with the rythm and rose and got hard and thick as he
moaned with increasing sexual excitement.  When Tina knew he was as hard and 
long and thick as he could ever be, she raised her ass along the length of his 
cock, then lowered herself down to feel all of that great penis inside her
ass.  Then began a sensual series of squats, with no weight on her broad 
shoulders, but with the full 180 lbs of her brother dangling underneath her, 
held by his turgid cock, and screaming in agony every time his torso was 
lifted off the floor.  Then, with his head and his heels supporting his 
weight, he moved with the rythm of the squats and found he was being given
the most exciting blow-job he'd ever had, sucked off by the flexing muscles 
of his sister's anal canal.  His screams of agony became howls of pleasure
and his tortured cock erupted in a tremendous ejaculation that shot forth 
a massive load of cum that poured out of Tina's asshole and covered Mike's
writhing abdominal muscles as he collapsed again while his spent penis was 
ejected from its slippery sheath as Tina exploded in a last powerful orgasm.

Her legs slid back, her chest fell forward, and she lay astride her bigger 
brother's torso in a classical '69' embrace, but exhaustion overcame them 
both, and there on the floor, they slept.

Hours later they awoke.  Outside, it was starting to get dark and both of 
them had dates that evening.  So it was a mad dash for the shower to get 
rid of the sweat and the rest of the bodily fluids they'd accumulated before
they dressed for the evening's activities.  Neither had time to waste, so 
they showered together, each soaping the other down thoroughly and vigorous-
ly, especially each others backs - and legs - and fronts - until their roars 
of youthful laughter threatened to delay their departures, so they finally 
dried off and split, Mike to meet Barbara and Tina to join Marty. 
    
Dressed and raring to go, Tina and Marty headed once more for the seedy side 
of town, and their destination tonight was the 'Big Slammer' roadhouse, with 
its reputation as a noisy, rowdy dancehall, the hangout of bikers and prosti-
tutes and toughs and wannabes of all types - not the place for a fifteen-year 
old girl.  But it did have two great bands, and beer flowed like water, and 
the place jumped without a pause until the dawn - and Marty and Tina jumped 
with it.  At least Tina did! 

Arriving just as the tempo was picking up and the noise was starting to hurt,
Marty and Tina found a table and got a jug of beer, then began to dance.  The
table saw little of them for hours, except when they swooped by to chug-a-lug
some beer and order more.  The dancing was hot and heavy, and the two of them
were drenched with sweat and loaded with beer before they finally sat down at
the table to rest and to wait for more beer to arrive.  At least, Marty sat 
down to rest, Tina could hardly sit still a minute.  So when the music started 
up again, Marty grinned and said, "Beat it, kid, and find yourself another 
partner for a while . I'm dead."  So Tina did.  There was no problem finding 
eager partners.   She was a good dancer and she was lively and spirited and 
so full of energy that one full set with her was the limit for most of her 
partners, but as soon as one tired, there was another waiting.  She had to
wave them off every few sets to get back on the floor with Marty.  These 
dances became further and further apart and their duration got shorter and 
shorter as Marty's energy level dropped right out of sight.  Finally, he 
refused to get up and dance.  "Kid, I'm beat.  Let me sit here and rest until 
you want to go home.  Go ahead.  Have fun."  After that Tina never left the 
floor, and never had to look for a partner.  Her favorite was a lanky black
college senior who was captain of the university basketball team.  Lanky!  
He was 6'8" and fit as a fiddle, and had a sense of rythm that drove Tina up
the wall.  He and Tina, at 5'2", were a real 'odd couple' on the dance floor
but they went together so well that they only split when his conscience sent
him back to his glaring girl-friend, leaving Tina in the arms of her next 
lucky partner.  Every unattached man in the place wanted to dance with this
little bundle of energy and most of them did, as well as some of the sexier 
women who felt like some sexual excitement from someone beside their regular 
boy-friends.  This went on way past the small hours of the morning, and it 
was not until the sky got light in the east and the bands stopped playing
that Tina went back to their table to find Marty out like a light, sleeping
like a baby - a drunk, exhausted baby - and started to take him home.  
Laughing off offers of help from the crowd of her new-found admirers - and
plenty of other offers as well - she lifted the 200 lb. bodybuilder up in 
her arms and, to the accompaniment of amazed cheers from the onlookers, 
carried him out to their car.   

When they reached Tina's home - she drove well for a 15-year old unlicensed 
driver - in the full morning light, Tina humped Marty over her shoulder and 
trotted up the stairs into his bedroom.  She dumped him on the bed and 
grinned.  There would be no sex tonight - not with Marty, anyway.  He was 
dead to the world and was going to stay that way for a long time.  With a 
sigh, Tina stripped her sleeping lover, running her hands over the mounds 
and valleys of his muscular torso, and fondly stroked the inert weapon 
between his thighs.  It remained inert, even when she bent over and kissed 
the head of it with moistened lips.  This annoyed Tina, and presented her 
with a challenge.  Was that massive penis, that she now claimed for her 
very own, going to defy her by ignoring her kisses?  Not on your life!  No 
matter what its owner felt - or, in this case, just didn't feel at all!  
No way!  So Tina smirked and accepted the challenge.  She would show 
him - or it, or whatever.  

Not bothering to take off any of her clothes, she bent down and slid her
lips over the end of that inert member and gently - oh so gently - nibbled
on the tip of the rounded head with her softest teeth.  Then she slid her 
mouth over the end of the limp cock and sucked it deeper into her throat.
Her tongue flicked up and down the sensitive underside of that penis and,
finally, slowly, it started to rise.  Firmer, it slid more easily into the 
relaxing throat, and really started to get thick and hard.  Tina grinned -
internally, her mouth was otherwise occupied! - and slid even more of that
erection into the softly pulsing tissue of her oral canal.  More and more 
of that cock was ingested, until the whole of it was finally enclosed in the
hot, saliva-soaked orifice.  That cock had now expanded to its full monstrous 
size and the rippling and flexing of all of the muscles in Tina's throat was
drawing the massive load of cum residing in Marty's stretched balls to over-
flow the length of his shaft and squeeze out through the compressed head
into the depths of Tina's stomach.  One more powerful flex of those cap-
turing muscles and then a full and complete relaxation of Tina's throat, and
the dam was broken.  Marty's cock exploded in a monstrous ejaculation that
poured every ounce of his hot and creamy manhood into Tina's warm and 
welcoming stomach.  Her belly filled, the limp and collapsing penis slid,
exhausted once more, out of her throat.  Tina held in her mouth the last 
of the cum from that worn-out cock and grinned a sneaky grin.  Marty's
cock had risen, spewed forth its load of cum, and fallen back, completely 
spent, without any involvement at all of its erstwhile owner.  It didn't 
seem fair to Tina that Marty should remain unaware of the stellar perfor-
mance of his prime member.  So Tina slid her face over the face of her
still unconscious lover and opened her mouth and let its full load of cum
pour out over the face and the neck and the chest lying below her.  She 
well knew it would dry while he slept into a gummy coating, and would
be a confusing puzzle to Marty when he awoke.  Tina grinned, and sighed 
again as she pulled the covers over the powerful body, and went down 
to sleep in her own welcoming bed.                                       

Next morning, Tina wakened and proceeded through her normal morning routine.
It was a brief routine, since she'd only slept for a couple of hours, but 
it was just as intensive as it ever was and her morning shower was just as 
welcome, although it, too, was hurried.  She quickly dressed and whipped 
upstairs to Marty's room, hoping to get there before he wakened.  She wanted 
to see the expression on his face when he encountered its solidified coating.
What she saw was something else entirely.  Marty had risen, cleaned off his 
face, then collapsed back on the bed, moaning.  "Help me!" he groaned, "I'm
sick.  I must have thrown up all over my face and chest, and now I'm weak as
a kitten.  I'm just too weak to move.  It must be some sort of virus.  I've
called an ambulance to take me to the hospital."  Tina sympathized - she
knew what the weakness was from - an overdose of sex!, but she wasn't going
to tell him that.  His ego had been bruised enough in his stay at that house,
and there was no point in bruising it further.  So the ambulance came and 
went off with Marty, and with Tina's loud and most heartfelt wishes for a 
quick recovery.  When it was out of sight, Tina looked at her reflection in 
the bedroom mirror, and laughed out loud and flexed her muscles fiercely.
They looked great to her, but just to make sure, she stripped off her shirt
and shorts and, naked, admired her magnificent physique.  She was in this 
condition when Mike walked into the room, and stood still and gasped in
admiration.  "Wow! sis.  You look great this morning!  Not that you don't 
look great all the time, but now you look like the cat that swallowed the 
canary.  And where's Marty?"

" Marty?  Why he's just taken himself to the hospital.  He says he has a 
virus.  I hope he recovers very soon."

"A virus?  A virus, my foot!  You've just screwed him into the ground, is 
all.  Christ, I know what that feels like, you did it to me!   Hey, don't
start on me again.  Please, Tina!  I've got a girl-friend now.  Please?
Pretty please?  Shit, I'll make your bed and clean your room and wash the 
dishes and I'll vacuum the house whenever you say so, but please don't
rape me and fuck me and screw up my time with Barbara.  I'd hate you if 
you did!"

"No way, big brother.  I like you too much for that.  By the way, isn't
Barbara coming over for supper tomorrow night?"

"Yes, she is.  I'm going to see her for lunch now.  She's at work.  I hope 
you two like each other, because I love you both.  But before I go, will 
you flex your muscles again for me?  And let me run my hands over them?
God, I love the feel of your body."

"OK, Mike, but don't get too excited.  Remember where you're going.  And
never mind about cleaning my room.  I'll just settle for the dishes and 
vacuuming."  and with that, Tina turned her naked body to the mirror and, 
starting at the top, with her forearms and biceps up above her head, she 
flexed and twisted and rippled every muscle of her herculean physique, 
right down to the tips of her toes and Mike slid his hands over every one 
of them.  In spite of Tina's warning,  Mike's penis erected and bulged 
his trousers, and he ejaculated helplessly into his shorts.  Tina grinned, 
"Well, big bro, I guess I've still got it!  Now beat it and change before 
you meet Barbara."  And Mike did, leaving Tina alone in the house with her 
muscles and glowing memories.

Continued in Part 5

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