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 6)


After Tina's hard workout and satisfying flex, she decided that that was 
enough.  A quick shower, shorts and sweatshirt pulled on, Tina retired to the 
kitchen to prepare dinner.  She had just finished and called up to Mike to 
get dressed and come down when the front door was flung open and in walked 
their parents.  A big welcome all round, and expressions of how good every-
one looked, and a distribution of souvenirs took up all of the time until 
dinner.

"Boy, that smells good." said Ted, their dad, "the flight was long and dull 
- we were in clouds and bumpy air the whole trip and all they could serve 
was coffee and cookies.  So we're starving."

"We sure are!  And this dinner is tremendous, Tina." Jan, their mother, was
effusive, "I'd forgotten what a good cook you are.  You sure didn't learn it 
from me.  This must have taken you all day to prepare.  It's a good thing 
Mike was here to help you."

Mike choked back his laugh as Tina landed a kick on his shin.  "We've cer-
tainly worked well together while you've been away, Mom.  And we've gotten to 
know each other a lot better, too.  I think we've developed a pretty loving 
relationship, haven't we, Mike?"

"We sure have!  And I think we've changed in other ways, too.  You'll find us 
a lot different than when you left.  I think you'll like the changes, Dad, 
when you become accustomed to them.  We certainly do."

"Jan and I have changed as well.  We really needed that vacation to recharge
our batteries, and the cruise ship was the ideal way to do it.  We could eat
when and what we wanted, our time was our own, and they had personal trainers
that could really train.  Jan worked with one that had the physique of a Greek 
god, and he inspired her to really tremendous efforts.  She left that ship 
muscled like a stevedore."

"G'wan with the blarney, Ted, you know I've always been more fit than you.
You've been stuck at an office desk for years, while I've done heavy house-
work and jogged and spent a lot of time at the 'Y'.  I was in pretty good 
shape when we left.  I just didn't have the muscle to go with it.  Now I do.  
Don't I, lover?"  and Jan grinned at her husband, who grinned right back.

"Yeah.  And muscles aren't the only thing you developed on that cruise.  
You'd never believe it, Mike, but your mother has become the horniest woman 
- pardon the expression, Tina, I forgot you're still a schoolgirl! - in the 
whole wide world.  She'd - but I'd better hold those stories for adult ears."

Mike grinned. "Dad, I don't think you need worry about shocking Tina's
innocent ears.  I know she isn't a virgin.  In fact, I've heard - from other 
sources, of course, that she's pretty damn good in bed.  So don't worry   
about her schoolgirl graces."

"Mike, you're just too flattering.  Where do you hear these stories?"  and
Tina grinned back.

"Well, OK, just one of the things that happened, and then we're off to bed.
Jan wants to get up early.  She has things to do."

"Yes.  I want to jog out to the airport to pick up our car - the lot was 
crowded, so we took a cab home - and that's about fifteen miles.  Then I 
want to drive to Plattsville, about an hour away, to register at the 'Y' 
there.  It's much bigger than the one here, and I hear they allow women 
in the weightroom.  Then I'll have lunch and check out the 'Y's facilities
in the afternoon.  So I'll have to leave about seven o'clock and I should 
be home in time for supper."

"Mom, you can't do a run like that on an empty stomach.  I always get up 
early, so I'll fix you breakfast for six.  That'll give you plenty of time, 
and it'll give you a good start.  And don't worry about supper.  I'll make 
that.  There's plenty of leftovers from tonight.  Maybe Mike would like to 
go with you."

"No way, Jose!  Me jog fifteen miles?  Five would kill me!  I'll leave that 
kind of stuff to the athletes in the family.  Besides, I have other plans 
for the day - and maybe, I hope, for the night as well."

"OK, that's settled. Now I'll tell you what happened one night on the 
cruise.  After supper, Jan and I were sitting in the lounge having a
drink, and we were watching the floorshow the crew puts on.  This night, 
the girls in the sports crew had made up a chorus line and were dancing 
the Can-Can.  God, those girls were built!   Well, I was just watching it 
casually when Jan grabbed me by the wrist and whistled me out of there
before I could blink. 'What the hell,' I thought, 'what's with Jan?' but
before I could even ask, Jan had picked me up in her arms and carried me 
along the deck to our stateroom.  Then she just dropped me - plunk! - on 
the bunk, and started to rip off my clothes.  My shirt, my shoes, my
pants, and then she just tore my underpants apart and left me stark naked 
- except for my socks.  Then she straddled me and put her arms around me,
and kissed me on the lips and then she slid me a french kiss that gave me 
an erection you wouldn't believe.  Then she flipped up her dress and took 
all of me deep inside her - would you believe that horny woman wasn't 
wearing any underpants?! - and she screwed me till I just couldn't come any 
more.  Anyway, by that time, it was starting to get light outside.  So that's 
what that cruise did for your mother."  And Mike and Tina split their sides, 
laughing.

"That's close, maybe, but not quite right.  I didn't GIVE him an erection.
He already HAD one, in the lounge, watching those chorus girls, and I didn't 
want it to be wasted.  It wasn't!"

On that happy note, the family retired to their beds.

Next morning, as promised, Tina was up at half-past five and, dressed in a   
long-sleeved, high-necked gown that almost reached the floor, she prepared
a hearty breakfast for her mom.  Jan came down at six, aroused by the smell 
of eggs and bacon and home-fries sizzling on the grill, and enjoyed a really
nourishing, but not too filling, breakfast - a solid base for her day of hard 
exercise.  After the two women, mother and daughter, finished their meal, Jan
leaned back in her chair and stretched.  "Boy, another great meal.  Tina, 
you're a tremendous cook.  We'll have to spend some time together and you can
show me how to do what you do.  It sure tastes better than anything I ever 
make."  And, as Tina cleared the table, her mother glanced at her watch and
said, "Wow, I'll be out of here before seven.  Good.  It'll be no problem to
get to the 'Y' in Plattsville before noon.  That'll give me a full afternoon 
in the gym to work on my muscles.  You never thought your mom would get to 
be an Amazon, did you, Tina, and would really love being strong and muscular.
Well, I do.  How do you like my muscles now?"   And Jan stood up, raised her 
arms above her shoulders and did a full double-biceps flex.  Ready for her 
run, she was wearing running shoes, jogging shorts, and a short-sleeved 
cotton shirt hanging loose outside her shorts.  As she flexed, her sleeves 
slid up, exposing hard mounds of muscle the size of baseballs rising out of
well-toned arms.  "Just feel that!"  and Tina did.  "Geez, Mom, you're 
strong!  I'll bet you're as strong as Dad."   

"Stronger!  I can take him any time in arm wrestling.  I can lift more than 
he can, and I can outrun him at any distance at all, from a fifty-yard dash
to a ten-mile run.  And," Jan grinned,"I can sure wear him out in any form
of sex.  I love it, knowing I'm the master, and knowing that he knows it, 
too.  You know, I think I could take Mike in arm-wrestling, too.  Wouldn't 
that be something!  A middle-aged woman able to beat her almost-twenty-year-
old son in a test of strength!"

"Mom, you're not middle-aged!  You're only forty-one, and you've got a great 
body.  And you're beautiful!  You could make it on the cover of any beauty
magazine published - and you know it.  You'd make a wonderful model!  And
I know you could take your grown-up, athletic son in a test of strength, 
but you'd better not try, or Dad will get jealous."

"Tina, you say the nicest things.  And call me 'Jan', so I'll feel even 
younger.  But I think my legs are too muscular for modelling. what do you
think?"  And Jan flexed her valleyed quads and hamstrings, and turned and
stood on her toes to display her hard bulging calves. "I got these from 
running, and I'm not going to stop that."

"They're pretty well-muscled all right, but they're beautiful legs and you're
a beautiful, sexy woman.  I'd buy any magazine with you on the cover - and 
so would Mike!  But enough talk, Jan. You'd better be on your way."

"Right!  I'm off"  and Jan took off down the driveway, at a fast trot, on her 
way to the airport, and Tina proceeded to the weightroom to go through her 
morning routine.  Since it was seven o'clock, about an hour later than Tina 
usually started, she decided to forego her usual 8-mile run, and to go ahead 
with the rest of her warm-up before starting on the heavy weights.  That took 
almost an hour.  By nine o'clock, she was dripping with sweat, and was
well into her heavy routines, squats, curls, bench presses, dips, toe raises,
leg extensions, flies, and chins, that would take about three hours.  As 
usual, she had stripped off any clothes she had on - today, her long robe -
and was going through her heavy weightlifting routines completely in the
nude.  She had just completed her squatting session - over 600 lbs., ten 
times, and was just loading on weights for the bench press - over 200 lbs. - 
when the weightroom door swung open and in walked her dad.  He'd just wakened 
and was wandering around in his pyjamas looking for someone to make him 
breakfast - that cruise had spoiled him all to hell!  What he saw when he 
entered the room stopped him cold. 

"Tina!  What are you doing?  Why are you stripped naked?  What are all these 
weights?  What goes on here?"

"Oh. Hi, Dad.  Sleep well?  Jan left an hour ago for the airport, and I'm 
working out down here.  I'm not used to people coming in here - except Mike,
and he doesn't count - so I usually strip down to exercise.  I sweat a lot 
and clothes make me sticky.  Do you mind seeing me naked?  If you do, I'll
put on some clothes, but I'd rather not."  

Her father just stood at the door and stared.  He stared at his fifteen-year-
old daughter, he stared at the piles of weights and racks and benches and 
machines, and he stared at Tina again - and again!  He was dumbfounded!

"What is all this weightlifting equipment?  Who uses it all?  Those are really 
heavy weights.  Who uses them?  Does Mike use these?  I doubt it - they're
way too heavy for him.  So who does lift these weights.  Have you been dating 
a weightlifter while we've been away?  If he lifts these kinds of weights,
I'd like to meet him.  He must have a fantastic build!"

"Ted - can I call you Ted?  Mom wants me to call her Jan." 

"Sure, Tina, call me Ted.  Just tell me what's going on here.  And who it is 
that you're seeing."

"Ted, I'm not seeing anyone - not at the moment, anyway.  I'm the one that 
uses these weights.  And I use them all the time.  And stop staring at me 
like that.  Have you never seen a naked woman before?  I would have thought
you'd have had your fill of female flesh on that cruise.  Didn't you?"

"YOU use these weights?  Loaded the way they are now?  I don't believe it. 
And I'm not just staring at a naked woman.  I'm looking at you!  You've got
muscles!  God, you've got muscles!  How did you develop muscles like that?
I know you've been working out for years, but I've never seen you stripped 
before.  Holy Jeez, you've got muscles!"  

"Yes, Ted, I've got muscles, and I know how to use them.  I've had them for 
years, but I've really made them develop while you've been away.  Do you 
want me to prove it?

"Prove it?  Do you mean by lifting these weights?  But you can't lift these 
weights!  Look!  This bar has 300 pounds on each end.  I can't even raise 
one end of it!   And I'm a normal 6 foot, 200 pound man, and I'm pretty 
strong.  Look!  I'm trying.  And I just can't lift this end of this bar 
off the rack!  And I don't believe you can!"

"No?  Just watch!"  Tina placed the thick towel across her shoulders, bent 
her knees to centre the bar on her back - and lifted!   The bar rose off
the rack, Tina squatted, - TEN TIMES - and replaced the bar on the rack.
The cords of muscle across her back leaped and flexed with the strain, the
slabs of steelplate across her abdomen moved across her belly in unison, and
the deep valleys cutting her bulging quads rippled and swelled each time 
she raised that monstrous weight.  And her father blew his wad right across 
the room!   He moaned, and he groaned, and he buried his face in his hands,
in shame!   And Tina grinned, and walked over to him and picked him up in 
her young, powerful arms and carried him over to her bed.  There she laid
him down and stroked his head and his chest and his thighs and his penis -
and he came again!   Tina stripped now sodden pyjamas from his quivering
body, and slid her muscular torso over his naked form and gently raised 
her breasts and belly and thighs above her father's until he squirmed and 
heaved and struggled to keep contact with her sweaty, rock-hard physique.
He couldn't - quite - but his cock grew hard and swelled and lengthened 
once again, and he screamed as it slid - encaptured - into a warm, slippery
tunnel that pulsed and tightened until he hit a wall of muscle that stroked 
the head of his penis so softly, so firmly, that Ted erupted for the third 
time - this time deep in his daughter's belly.  And he was no longer 
ashamed!  He had been screwed - and he knew he had been screwed - by a 
horny, over-sexed amazon that knew just how to take him to make him feel 
fucking wonderful - and that's how he felt!  No matter that she was a 
fifteen-year-old schoolgirl!  No matter that she was his daughter!  She
had fucked him good and proper and he knew he had been screwed by an expert!
AND HE LOVED IT!

"Tina!  Tina!  Tina!  What have you done?  God, you're good!  Tina!  Let 
me feel those magnificent muscles of yours.  That back, those abs, those
tremendous biceps and traps and forearms that make me quiver and shake 
and get hot inside my chest and stomach.  I've never ever been screwed 
like that and I want you to do it again!  Take me, Tina!  Take me, again.
I don't care if you are my daughter - if you are a schoolgirl - just take
me again like you did before!  Please!  Please!"   So Tina did.

It was harder that time, and Ted was a lot weaker, but Tina's muscular 
physique and smooth technique had no trouble at all in bringing her eager
dad to another gushing ejaculation, after which he lay quite still, and
whimpered.  Four ejaculations!  He'd never done that in one night before -
even in his sexy twenties - and never even dreamed of four times in a row!
What was his daughter doing to him!  But Tina was not yet done!   She slid 
onto her back on the bed and slowly drew her limp dad over her own muscular 
torso.  She separated his feet with hers and let his legs lie on top of her
cut and valleyed thighs.  She clasped his firm ass in both her hands and
pressed him close.  Her rock-hard abdominal mounds rippled against his softly
rounded belly and her small firm breasts, supported by a striated pectoral
musculature, rubbed against his turgid nipples.  Her lips closed gently over
her father's and, spreading his teeth with her own strong tongue, she drew
his yielding tongue into her mouth where she could fondle it, lick it, and
suck it into her grasping throat.  That erotic fondling started a swelling 
in his limp and listless penis, trapped between his belly and his daughter's 
rippling abs, that, in spite of itself, grew longer and harder and began to 
make his drained testicles ache as they filled with the last possible drops
of his creamy cum.  He screamed, but only in his encaptured throat, with the  
depth of his pain as the blood poured into his now fully erect and questing 
cock.  Tina's fingers slid from the sides of his buns into the crevice of his 
ass, then around and, gently, into his twitching anal ring.  Ted resisted the
gross intrusion, but only weakly, as another finger made its way inside his 
rectum, then those two fingers slid further and further up his ass until he
could feel them pressing against the base of his balls, then gently caressing 
them until, in a massive ejaculation, he shot his last load all over his
young rapist's hard and rippling abs and thighs.  With that last explosive
orgasm, Ted collapsed completely.  He sagged, barely conscious, onto the body 
below him, and the owner of that body grinned as she lay, relaxed, under the
inert torso of her helpless and moaning dad.  Then she picked him up and 
carried him, in her arms, into the cleansing shower.  

Soaping the 6', 200 pound man from head to toe, and rinsing him off, then 
drying him thoroughly with a big, rough towel did not do anything at all to 
restore his totally depleted body, so there was nothing for it but to carry 
him upstairs into his own room, the room he had only, an hour or so before,
left in search of sustenance.  Well, he'd found it, but not the kind that 
he'd expected, and NOT the kind that would help him grow strong.  If he'd
wanted to develop himself to be able to handle his wife and her newly-found 
amazon tendencies, he had sure gone about it the wrong way!  There were now
two females in the family that could use him in any way they liked - and 
probably would!   He knew what his life would be like in the future and,
while that might be exciting to contemplate under other circumstances, right
now all he wanted to do was to rest and recover from the terrible beating,
to his physique and his psyche, that his fifteen-year-old daughter had laid
onto him.  In his bed, still hungry, he collapsed completely and lay dead to 
the world.

Tina sighed, as she looked down at the limp body of her unconscious dad.  
"God!  First, Mike, and now you.  It's not that the men in this family are
wimps - they're not.  Far from it - both Mike and you were fine athletes.
It's just that we women are so much better, and we like it that way.  But
while Jan and you were away, I got used to being the head honcho here - and
I don't think I want to stop.  So that leaves Jan.  I'll talk to her tonight
and tell her that what I say around here, goes.  No if's, and's, or but's,
I'll be the boss and, if Jan doesn't like it - well, I licked Mike and I 
licked Ted and I'll lick her, too.  In fact, that might be fun.  Maybe I'll
whip her before I tell her.  Or maybe  I'll seduce her and take her sexually
instead of physically.  Yeah!  I'll save my muscles for later, when I really 
want to give her a thrill.  So how will I work it?  I need a plan."

So Tina sat down to think.  "First, Ted's out of it.  Now I'll get rid of 
Mike.  That'll be easy - I'll send him over to Barb's.  If he doesn't want 
to go right now, I'll threaten to screw him until he can't walk.  He likes 
that OK, but I think he likes Barb more - he's still her macho lover!  Then
I'll wait for Jan in the lounge."

No sooner said than done!  Mike, faced with a terrible ultimatum, grabbed his 
clothes and fled!  Tina slid into the long-sleeved, high-necked robe she had 
worn that morning and, again, wore nothing else.  Not another stitch under 
that long slinky robe.  Then she settled down to await the arrival of her 
mother from her long day,                

At length, late in the afternoon, just in time for supper. Tina heard a car 
pull into their garage, and a moment later, a flushed and excited Jan burst 
into the room.  She spotted her daughter on the couch, kicked off her 
sneakers, and trotted over and grabbed her hands.  "Wow, Tina, things went 
just great.  Better than I'd expected.  I ran all the way to the airport, 
got the car out of the parking lot, drove to Plattsville and registered at
the "Y" there, all before lunch.  Then, since lunch, I've been checking out 
the "Y" facilities.  They're wonderful!  A full scale weightroom that I'll 
have full use of, all sorts of exercise machines, an olympic-size swimming 
pool, and a really interested and experienced training staff, both male and 
female.  I talked to one of them for quite a time, while he evaluated my 
fitness level, and he said forget my age, I looked at least ten years younger
and with my figure and physique, if I wanted to, and worked at it, I could
take the state body-building championship in less than a year.  And, with
my looks, he'd guarantee I'd get plenty of magazine and television coverage,
and lots of lucrative endorsements.  I thought maybe he was flattering me to
get my membership, but he called in one of the female trainers, and she 
fully agreed.  They said they'd never had a female amateur champion from 
their club and they'd love it if they did.  It would be a real feather in
their cap, and they were sure I could do it.  So what do you think of that,
my darling daughter?  Your mother, the champion body-builder!"

Tina jumped up and hugged her mother - gently - and got quite excited 
herself. "Jan!  That's wonderful!  I said you had a terrific figure and
a face that would drive any man wild!  And if you have muscles as well,
that will just take the cake.  Did you agree to go for it?"

"Yes, I did.  I wasn't sure at first, but what made up my mind for me was 
when Sheila, the female trainer, flexed her muscles to show me what I'd
look like, and I loved it.  Wow!  I like muscles on a man, and I like muscles 
on me, but I never thought that bulging, ripped muscles on a woman would 
turn me on so much!  The sight of her drove me wild, and I agreed to every-
thing to get out of there fast before I had an orgasm right on the spot.
I've never been so horny, and after thinking about her on the drive home,
I'm hornier than ever.  Where is Ted or Mike - either of them!  I really 
need a piece of ass, and I don't care who I get it from.  Are they upstairs?"

"They're both out, Jan." Tina said - and she was quite right, Mike was out
of the house and Ted was out cold.  " But if it'll help you any, you can 
always hug me.  I wouldn't mind feeling your sexy body close to mine.  Maybe 
I'd like muscles on a woman, too, even if you are my mother.  Try it and 
see."

"Oh, Tina, I'd love to.  I'm so HOT!"  and Jan put her arms around her young
daughter's neck and pressed her pubic mound tight against Tina's and rubbed
it back and forth and up and down until she moaned with erotic delight. "Tina, 
I want to kiss you.  Would you mind if I put my lips on yours?"  And Tina
answered by pressing her own lips against her mother's and held them there,
completely relaxed, like the rest of her body.  Jan groaned ecstatically and 
thrust her tongue past the lips touching hers, into a saliva-filled cavity,
and eagerly licked the yielding tongue that twisted and slithered around that 
soft, warm mouth.  "Oh, Tina, Tina, I want to come!  But I want to be bare 
when I do.  Slide my shorts off - I'm not wearing any underpants - and pull 
my shirt off - no bra! - and I'll be completely naked."

"Oooh!  That feels so good!  Hold me tight!  I'm com-m-m-i-n-n-g-g!  O-o-o-h,
God!  What an orgasm!  And I've never had one in a woman's arms before.  Did
it bother you, Tina, to watch your mother shooting her cream all over you?
And over that beautiful robe, too.  Give it to me, I'll wash it right now. 
Or in a minute, as soon as I can move again.  God!  I'm exhausted, and so
drained.  Now I can just relax and dream again, of men and hard, ripped,
flexing muscles - and women,too! - and hold your soft, feminine body in my 
strong arms."

Tina grinned impishly.  She had no intention of just lying with her 'soft, 
feminine body' in her mother's strong arms.  "Boy, Jan, that felt good to me, 
too.  Just the feel of your beautiful, naked body close to mine, and your 
lips surrounding my tongue so completely made me feel wonderful right down 
inside.  Will you hold me like that again?  Please, Jan."  And her mother,
delighted at the thought of pleasuring her young daughter, did.  She pulled
Tina down onto the couch and put her arms about Tina's chest and her legs 
around  Tina's calves and closed her lips over her daughter's soft, wet  
mouth.  Now it was Tina's turn to moan.  "Mommy, dear, my robe is all wet 
and sticky with your creamy cum, and it's cold against my belly.  Will you 
unzip it at the back, and slide it off me?  I'm not wearing any underwear, 
either."  Jan unzipped the long robe and slid it off the body now lying 
close to hers.  As she did, and felt the warm skin of Tina's torso sliding
against her own, she suddenly became aware that the naked figure beside her 
own was not just 'soft and feminine'.  She felt her hands gliding over hard,
rippling muscles covering a wide back that narrowed to a tight waist above 
tensing, striated gluteal muscles.  She then felt her abdomen, that she had
believed to be so hard and strong, being ground into her backbone by a set
of rippling, steel-plated mounds that almost cut her as they moved across 
her belly.  The arms enclosing hers in a grip of steel bulged and flexed
as thick, corded biceps and valleyed triceps held her now helpless limbs
in a tight clamp of smooth, solid muscle.  Against her firm breasts, Jan 
could feel the rock-hard striations of wide pectoral muscles supporting
breasts as big and as hard as small grapefruit, surmounted by soft, swollen
nipples that pressed tightly against her own.  Her legs, enclosing her 
daughter's, were now twisted and spread apart by thighs and calves that
bulged with deep-cut quads and diamond-shaped calf muscles - spread apart
until her pubic mound, so recently the source of so much erotic pleasure,
was pressed upward and out to expose the creamy entrance to her now-pulsing
vaginal canal.  She gasped, as the smooth, hairless mound of her daughter's
pubes descended lightly and closed that flowing opening.  She started to 
scream, in pain and in pleasure, but the lips around Tina's mouth were 
spread wide apart and her teeth were separated by a strong and questing 
tongue that twisted around her own and drew it, helplessly, eagerly, into 
a warm, pulsing throat that drowned her moans and sucked the very breath 
from her lungs.  She spasmed in her captivity, and exploded in a tremendous
orgasm that left her completely limp and drained.  She groaned at last, and              
collapsed, helplessly, in her daughter's arms as a wide smile spread across 
her face.

"Tina!" Jan gasped at last, "You never told me!  What in God's name have you 
done to yourself?  God!  You're an Amazon - NO!  A Hercules!  A Greek god
come to life!  When did this happen?  How did it happen?  And you let me 
boast about 'your mother, the body-builder'.  God, you're a sneak.  I ought
to whup you right here and now - if I could!  Well, tell me about it."

Tina grinned.  "Sure, I'll tell you about it and I'll show you where it all
takes place.  And I didn't 'let' you boast about being a body-builder.  I'm
proud of you and I'm positive you can do what those trainers said you could.
I'll sure help!  The other thing is that I'm glad muscles, huge, strong, 
well-developed muscles on a woman turn you on, because I've got 'em, and I
want to turn you on, to make you so hot and horny that you'll come in your 
pants just thinking of me.  I'll call you on the telephone, mummy dearest, 
and tell you what I'm doing, what I'm wearing, and just how my muscles look, 
and you'll come right there!  So will I!  Can you stand that?  From your 
schoolgirl daughter?  I hope so, 'cause you're going to get it."

"God!  You're a rotten little bitch.  I don't think I'm your real mother.
A real mother couldn't be turned on and made so hot and horny by her teen-
age daughter the way you do me!  But do it again, darling, just to make sure.
If you can, that is.  But just let me feel those muscles first.  Boy, oh,
boy!  What a physique!  Go ahead!  Screw me, baby!"  And Tina did, and when 
she was through, she picked up her mother and carried her upstairs and gently
laid her in the bed beside her husband.  What happened when they woke up, 
Tina didn't wait to see.

Alone in the house - well, practically alone, everyone else was sleeping the 
sleep of the sexually dead - Tina was frustrated, so she went down to her 
basement room to lift and think.  As she lifted, weights way beyond her 
normal level to wear herself out as fast as she could, she realized just what 
her problem was.  It was simply that as a fifteen-year-old schoolgirl who had
developed her young physique to the level of a modern Hercules, she had also,
unknowingly, developed her sex drive to the same degree.  She wanted - NO! -
she NEEDED the erotic feelings of powerful orgasms to quell her internal
strugglings, and she needed them often.  How could she get them?  Well, one
way - the easiest and most practical way - was to use the resources closest 
at hand.  Her family.  But they just weren't strong enough to withstand her
tremendous urges.  So she would make them strong enough!  That would do it.
How?  First, physical strength.  She could do that alright, right here in her 
weightroom.  If they co-operated, all three of them, they could develop the 
muscles and the strength that would be needed to fulfil her needs.  And they
WOULD co-operate - she'd see to that!  Second, sexual desire.  That would be 
more difficult, but Tina was aware of shops in town that sold erotic devices.
Maybe they would also sell aphrodisiacs that really worked.  (It turned out
that one, a hole-in the wall shop in the Chinatown section, actually did. it 
was a tasteless powder that could be mixed in the food - and it came with a 
solemn warning from the wizened proprietor to use it with great care!)  So 
the plan was complete.  Now to put it into operation.

Jan was first.  She was eager to develop her physique and she had the great-
est potential.  So early the next morning, Tina whipped upstairs to her 
parent's bedroom and dragged a still sleepy, but now thoroughly rested Jan 
down to the weightroom.  When Tina explained her plan - NOT her reason for
it, of course - Jan was completely enthusiastic and really went for it.  It
was just what Jan had hoped to get from the 'Y' but without the need to even 
leave the house.  Tina quickly laid out a lifting program for her mother and
set a time schedule, then left her happily - but strugglingly - lifting away.
She would be through her first session in time for breakfast.

Ted was next.  When Tina went back upstairs, he was struggling out of bed. 
He had been sleeping in the buff, just as Tina had left him, and he was in
the middle of the room, stretching, when Tina burst into the room.  Ted 
gasped, and tried to pull a sheet over his waist, until Tina laughed out  
loud.  "Hey, Ted, what are you trying to cover up?  I've seen all that, 
remember?  I screwed you to death yesterday, then I bathed you like a baby, 
and then I tucked you into bed.  Are you ready for me to fuck you again,
or would you rather come down for breakfast?"

Ted groaned.  "Tina, I want you to fuck me again, but I just don't have the 
strength.  Stupid of me to ask, but could I have a rain-check for now, and
have breakfast.  Maybe some food will give me strength.  Christ, Tina, I came 
five times yesterday.  FIVE TIMES!  I've never done that in my life before.
I've never even come four times in a row before.  What did you do to me?
God, you're good. And look at you now, shorts and a sweatshirt, and under
that, muscles bulging like a Greek god.  Give me breakfast quick and give
me strength."

So Tina and Ted went dowm to breakfast, and Tina explained her plan to build 
her father up physically, so he would be able to recover the sexual strengths
of his early youth - and maybe he'd need them!  Ted, too, was enthusiastic,
and when Tina laid out a schedule, fitting it around Jan's, he readily agreed.
His sales business involved a lot of calling on people, but he could schedule 
that in alright, and the rest of his work could be done right here in the 
house on his computer.  "No problem!  Let me at those weights, any time."
So right after his breakfast, Tina prepared a hearty breakfast for Jan, and
they went downstairs to send her up for it - and she was ready.  Ted explained
what he was up to and Jan was ready for that, too.  "A great idea.  Even if
our times conflict, there are plenty of weights and machines here and it might  
be fun working out together. If you don't mind me beating your ass off!"

"Hah!  Just you wait!  Maybe you can do it now, but not for long, my love."

So grinning, Jan went up for breakfast and Tina laid out Ted's program and 
got him well started on it.  As a 6' man at 200 pounds, he was really in 
pretty good shape, so getting started was easy.

Two down, one to go.  Her mother and her father were now on their way to 
developing the muscles and strength Tina needed them to have, so now it was 
her big brother's turn.  He knew her too well for the ploys she had used on 
Jan and Ted to work on him, and he was getting all the sex he could use from
Barbara, so she needed another plan.  What could it be?

So he was getting his sexual needs met by Barbara, was he?  So what could 
Tina do about that - and still leave him available to service her when she
wanted him to.  So damaging HIM in any way would not help, but what about 
Barb?  Certainly not damaging her - Tina liked her too much for that - but
could she be made unavailable to Mike for sex in any other way?  Maybe she
could, and in a way that Tina would find most enjoyable as well.  YES!  Now
Tina had a plan!                          

Tina's plan was simple, but it would take time to be completely effective.
Barb just loved MIke screwing her and Mike just loved Barb - period.  That
relationship was just going to have to come to an end.  Mike would be devas-
tated, but Tina figured he was too young for a long-term partnership, anyway,
and she knew he was going to get all of the sex he wanted - from her!   And
the great experience he was going to get would be great for him later, when 
she was finished with him, whenever that might be.  But Barb was older, and
would want another lover to make her forget the great sex she was used to 
having from Mike - and Tina knew just who that would be!  First, to break up 
Mike and Barb.  Not a problem.  

That afternoon, after a lunch prepared by Tina and enjoyed by two very weary, 
but happy-looking, parents and an eager son, talk got pretty specific over
the subject of body-building.  "Tina, do you know Jan is planning to become
a competitive body-builder?  I don't know if I like that very much.  I've 
seen the costumes they wear on the stage, and they don't leave a thing to the 
imagination."

" Why, Dad?  Are you ashamed of Mom's body?"  Mike grinned, "I can tell you, 
as an interested bystander - an interested MALE bystander! - Mom's body is 
great, just the way it is now.  'Course she's not a body-builder yet, but if 
she wants to be, she has the best coach - and example - right here in the 
house.  If Tina prepares you, Mom, you're a dead cert for any contest you
want to enter."    

"Thanks, Mike.  I'm glad you appreciate my figure, but I'm not sure you 
should be making sexy remarks about your mother's build.  Not yet, anyway.
Yes, Tina's going to coach me, and she figures I've got a pretty good start
on it, but it will take a lot of work."

"Yes.  That's another thing.  You're a pretty muscular amazon right now - not
like Tina, of course - and first thing you know you'll be beating the stuffing 
out of me whenever you want something."

"Ted!  I can do that now and you know it!  Mike, did you know I can take your 
father in arm-wrestling, I can lift more than he can - we just proved that 
downstairs! - and I can outrun him anytime.  I'm pretty strong, Mike.
In fact, I'll bet I can take you in any contest you care to name,
except wrestling, of course."

"God, Jan, you ARE conceited.  Maybe you can lick me, but I'm out of shape 
right now and you just wait until I get through working out a bit more.  
You're not the only one Tina's going to train.  But the idea of you chall-
enging Mike, a strong, young athlete, and a wrestling champ on top of that, 
to an arm-wrestling contest is just plain ridiculous.  Isn't it, Tina"

"I don't know, Ted.  I know how strong Mike is, and I've seen Jan's muscles,
and I don't think there's a lot to choose between them.  It would be a real 
fight."

"Hey, Tina.  Just because you've got the physique of a Greek god and the 
strength of Hercules doesn't mean every woman in this family does.  Hell,
I could take Mom easily, in arm-wrestling or anything else.  She IS over 
twice my age." 

"Could you, son?  Well, the proof of the pudding is in the eating.  Let's 
find out.  Right now."

So they went into the living room and spread out beside a small sturdy table,
Mike on one side and his mother on the other.  As Mike looked about, he 
smiled to himself.  He was 5' 10", 180 lbs., and a top athlete as well as ex- 
captain of the wrestling team at High, and nineteen years old - right in the 
prime of physical capacity.  His mother, on the other hand, was a good-looking 
woman, all right, about 5'6", about 140 lbs, and with short, wavy hair 
framing a beautiful face.  Dark eyes, a small nose, and wide smiling lips,
and a strong, slightly cleft chin - god! she was beautiful!  But, in spite 
of a deep chest, narrow waist, and muscular - surprisingly muscular! - legs,
He just couldn't think of his mother as an athlete.  She was his MOTHER, for 
god's sake!  And she was over 40 years old!  Maybe not over the hill, yet, 
but ....?  She was wearing a long-sleeved blouse, so he hadn't had a look 
at her arms, not since she and his dad had taken off on that trip.  But what 
could a month do, no matter what his dad said, and he was sure her arms were
pretty much like the rest of her - good-looking, strong, and fairly slim.
He realized she was Tina's mother, too, but she hadn't been home long enough 
for Tina's magic to work on her, although he was damn sure it would sometime 
soon, and then he might have a battle on his hands.  But not yet.  So he'd 
better establish his masculine, youthful superiority right away.  Just so 
his mother would recognize the power that had beaten her, Mike shrugged off
his shirt, revealing his muscular chest, his broad shoulders, his bulging
biceps, and his corded forearms.  Not that he wanted to dazzle his mother - 
not at all! -  but it couldn't hurt.

The two protagonists kneeled down across the table from each other - it was 
just the right height for that - and prepared to clasp hands across the top.

"Whoa!  Just a minute."  His mother pulled back, and Mike wondered if she 
were having second thoughts about attempting to take her grown, impressively- 
muscled son in arm-wrestling, but no, she just wanted to slip off the running 
shoes she was wearing.  "Now, I'll have a better grip on the floor.  Ready?" 

Mike was, and Tina stepped forward to make sure they were evenly set, arms
straight up, and their hands firmly braced.  Jan's arms were shorter, and
her hand was a lot smaller than Mike's, but those were the breaks.  They
were ready.  "OK!" Tina's voice rang out, "GO!" and they went.

Not to appear too overbearing, Mike pressed only hard enough to maintain his 
arm in an upright position.  At least, that was his intention.  Then, all of
a sudden, with a completely unexpected heave, his mother drove his arm flat 
onto the table.  Mike was shocked.  "Hey!  I wasn't really ready.  That wasn't
fair!"

His mother grinned.  "You weren't ready?  What did you think we were doing, 
Mike, playing tiddley-winks?  OK, then, we'll make it two-out-of-three, if 
you don't think that was fair?  I thought it was fair.  What did you two 
think?"

Tina laughed.  "I thought it was completely fair.  You started together and
then you pinned him fair and square.  But two-out-of-three is good, or three-
out-of-five if Mike is still not satisfied you're a better arm-wrestler than
he is.  Right, Ted?"  But Ted just looked a bit shaken, and mumbled something 
under his breath.  So Tina set them up again, and again said, "GO!"

Mike was not going to be caught again.  This time, right at the start, 
Mike pressed his mother's hand back with all his strength, expecting
a quick pin, but her arm remained rigidly upright.  Surprised, Mike pressed 
again, his biceps bulging, the corded muscles on his forearm straining, and
his pecs rippling with the maximum effort he was putting forth.  And still,
his mother's arm stayed straight up and down.  Mike gritted his teeth and
drove again, the sweat now pouring out of every pore on his arm and his back 
and his chest.  He squeezed her hand with all his strength, and tried to 
twist her wrist to a different position, but her wrist wouldn't twist.  In
desperation, he straightened his legs beneath him to get greater leverage,
but his mother did the same thing and, with her bare feet gripping the floor,
she had, if anything, a greater advantage.  So Mike came back down and, when 
he did, his mother's hand began to press harder and harder against his and
slowly, steadily, inexorably, his arm was pressed down against the table -
for the second time!  This time, there were no excuses.  If Mike had been 
shocked the first time, this time he was stunned!

" My God, Mother!  What kind of arms have you got?  I know it wasn't a trick.
There just isn't one that will let you beat someone as strong as me.  It had 
to be strength - plain, ordinary, bull strength, in your arms and in your 
shoulders.  I didn't know you had that kind of muscle.  Dad said you were 
strong, but - that kind of muscle?  I can't believe it!"

"Believe it, Mike.  In my arms and in my shoulders and, particularly, in my 
legs.  I was in great shape before the trip, and I worked like a Trojan
every day we were aboard that cruise-ship.  I was strong before, and fit,
and now I've got muscles.  And, with Tina's help, I'm going to have a lot 
more.  Just look at what I've got now, at the muscles that defeated you -
oh, and your dad too, many times! - so easily, and could do it again, any 
time."

Jan stood up and undid the buttons on her long-sleeved blouse, and started 
to slip it off.  "Christ, Mom, you aren't even sweating!" Mike blurted.
Jan smiled a sweet smile up at her son who was towering over her, and 
continued to take off her blouse.  "Why, no, son, why should I?  I've  
carried you to your bed more times than I can count, and that didn't ever
make me sweat.  Now I can do it again, or anything else I want to do with
you, and that won't make me sweat either.  So live with it, my darling boy.
And now, just so you know I mean what I say, just run your hands over the
mounds of muscle on my arms and shoulders and back and belly and down my 
legs. -NO!  Not you, Ted!  I want to save you for later! -  Great, eh,
Mike?  I think you'll see a lot of them in the days to come."  And to help 
Mike along in his amazed examination, Jan flexed the muscles that had just
overpowered her son, and Mike did run his hands over the hard, rippling 
masses of muscle that his mother displayed.  She was not in the same class 
as Tina, but Mike knew that - no one was in the same class as Tina!   But
his hands slid over Jan's shoulders and her traps hardened and rose up, and 
his hands slid over her arms and tried to squeeze a dent in her baseball
biceps- and couldn't!  He rubbed her broad back, and felt the snakes of
sinew rippling under her smooth, silky skin, and he started to drool, just
a little.  Then his mother closed her strong hands over his wrists and 
pressed his hands against the hard, round globes of marble covering her 
taut, striated ass.   She pulled him close to her and her hands slipped
under his firm glutes, and held him, and he groaned in erotic pleasure
as his mother pulled him closer and rubbed the steel-hard, silken mounds 
of abdominal muscle against his swollen penis. Only her steely grip on his
wrists prevented him from tearing off his pants and submitting to being
raped right on the spot, and it was only Ted's fiery stare that stopped Jan 
from carrying through with that incestuous and heinous act before his very 
eyes.  So Mike had to be satisfied with an erotic explosion right into his 
pants.  His mother felt his powerful ejaculation, and hugged him tighter and 
grinned at him, then she kissed him softly on the lips, and bade him good-
night as he collapsed on the couch.  Then Jan took her still-glaring husband
by the arm and gently led him up to their bedroom, the grin still playing
across her lips.  "Goodnight all!" Jan whispered, "And remember, Tina isn't
the only one in this house with massive muscles and a horny disposition."

Tina just laughed.  And why not?  Her plan was working out even better than
she had expected.

So, now to break up Mike and Barb!

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Next morning, after a killing (for anyone else!) workout, Tina had a quick 
shower and made a hearty breakfast for everyone, calling all three of them 
from their sound and refreshing sleep to 'Come and get it!'  Her Mom and Dad
trotted into the kitchen with ear-to-ear grins, suited up in their sweat-
suits to be ready for the hard and competitive workout they were eagerly
looking forward to.  Maybe Jan could take Ted in any way, right now, but Ted
was figuring on a body-building program that would restore him to his (in
HIS mind) rightful position as master of the household - except for Tina, of 
course.  And even if he failed to achieve that lofty goal, he was sure going 
to be fit and muscular enough to give his strong and lusty wife a good run 
for her money when they got into bed.  He was horny and eager, and she was 
horny and eager, and they were both planning on being strong enough to give 
the other the screwing of their lives.  At their age, lust wasn't enough -
they needed the powerful, athletic bodies to support their sexual urges -
and they were going to work out together to get them.  So, what if Jan 
turned out to be a champion body-builder and the target of hundreds of 
popping eyes and drooling mouths, Ted would be her greatest fan and biggest 
supporter.  He loved what was going to happen when they got together, alone, 
after a contest - especially if his magnificent wife was the winner!

Mike strolled in right after his mom and dad sat down at the table, and 
leaned over and planted a big kiss right on his mother's lips.  

"That's just to show you I don't mind you beating up on me last night.  I
thought I was pretty strong - and I am! - but I sure can't match the muscles
you've developed, along with that great physique you've got.  I dub you, Mom,
here and now, Deputy Greek God and Hercules II.  Golly, Dad, after Mom 
dragged you up to bed last night, I'm surprised to see you awake this 
morning, let alone ready to eat a big breakfast."

"Son, let's just say I survived the night, and let it go at that.  But I
sure have plans for the future."  said Ted, learing at his grinning wife
and lover.

"Mike, what are your plans for today?" asked Tina, placing a big plate of 
golden waffles and sausages and crispy bacon, all dripping with maple syrup,
in front of him, and then pouring him a steaming cup of coffee. "Will you
be here for supper?"

"Sure, Sis, I'm going to meet Marty and run over the plans for the wrestling
team next year at school.  There will be some new wrestlers, but a lot of 
last year's team will be returning and he wants me to help out with the 
coaching.  And he has some new holds he wants to try out on me." Mike
loked up at Tina and grinned, "If they're any good, I'll try them out on 
you, so you'd better be prepared"

Tina grinned, and jabbed her big brother in the ribs.  "And, I suppose, after
supper you'll be seeing Barbara?"

At that, Ted and Jan's ears perked up!  "Barbara?"  they exclaimed in
unison. "Who's Barbara?  You never mentioned a Barbara.  Is this someone 
we should know?  Mike, are you keeping things from us?"   

Mike grinned.  "Barb is a woman I met after you left on your trip.  I'm   
not hiding anything from you.  I'm sure you'll meet her sometime.  Hey, 
I'm not a kid anymore.  I have a love-life too, you know.  Sure, I'm 
going to see her after supper, and maybe I won't be home tonight.  Don't
worry if I'm not - I'll be in good hands."

Jan and Ted sighed.  "Well," said Jan, "I guess our kids are growing up!
I sure know you could give great sex, Mike, and as for your sister, all 
I'll say is 'WOW!  What an over-muscled, over-sexed, under-aged rapist 
she is!"  Ted nodded his complete agreement, and the two mature (maturer?)
would-be body builders left together for the weightroom, hand in hand.

Tina gathered the dishes and stacked them in the dishwasher, and Mike left
to meet with Marty.  Tina sat down to think.  What devilish scheme could she 
come up with to separate Mike and Barb without hurting either of them - at 
least, not too badly!  "AHA!" she thought. "I have it!"  And maybe she did.  
It was amazing what the super-sexed, Machavelian mind of a fifteen-year-old
superbly-muscled Amazon could plan!  And achieve!

Her plan settled, Tina went downstairs to supervise and encourage the 
muscular development of her mom and dad.  It was good to see the progress 
they were making, based on the sound instruction they got from their
young daughter, supplemented by fantastic examples that drove them both wild, 
both in their body-building and in their sexual fantasies.  Interrupted only 
by a light snack for lunch, the perspiring athletes worked the afternoon 
through, even after Tina left to prepare supper for the four of them.

Mike arrived in time for supper, pleased with his day's efforts. "Tina,
Marty has some new takedown moves that are really effective.  I'd show them 
to you later but I have to get ready to go out.  Barb and I are going to a 
movie and we don't want to miss the start of the first showing.  We have 
other plans for later."

"Mike, sorry about this, but Barb called to say she's held up at a meeting
about the gym, and it's going to be a long one.  She won't be able to see you 
tonight.  She said she'd see you tomorrow instead." 

"Damn!  OK, then I'll be able to show you those takedowns tonight."

"Sorry again, Mike, but I promised I'd meet some girls from school and we're
just going to hang out.  Tomorrow?"

"Great!  I'll just get some sleep, if the two lovebirds in the next room
don't keep me awake all night."

After supper, Mike offered to do the dishes and clean up, so his mom and dad
could continue their exercising (?) and Tina could leave right away.

Tina left right away, but not to meet any girls.  She dropped her shoes 
and skirt on their lawn, out of sight of the windows, and clad only in a 
cropped top and cut-off shorts, took off at a fast run for Barbara's con-
dominium, about six miles away, maybe more, using the back roads Tina chose 
to avoid the traffic and the crowds.  The rough surface of the back roads
didn't bother her leather-soled feet at all and in less than three-quarters 
of an hour she was knocking on Barbara's door.  Her fast pace had been de-
liberate, her entire torso was shining with perspiration as Barbara flung
open the door to her expected lover.  It wasn't him!  Barbara stepped back
in surprise and awe at the glowing vision of sweating muscularity standing
at her door.

"WOW!  Tina!  What....I mean.. What are you doing here?  I was expecting 
Mike."

"Yes.  I know.  But Mike was tied up with Mom and Dad, and couldn't make it
tonight.  I was going out for a quick run, so he asked me to drop in here 
and let you know.  He said, if it's OK with you, tomorrow night would be 
good.  OK?" 

"Sure.  Great!  But that was some quick run.  That's way over six miles.  
You must be parched!  Come on in and have a drink."  And Barbara led the way 
into her kitchen to reach out a pitcher of iced tea.  A quick swallow of that 
and the sweat poured out again from every pore of Tina's taut torso, drenching 
her skimpy top and her already-soaken shorts.  Barb stared at the wringing 
Amazon vision in front of her in shocked amazement.  Every muscle on the 
young girl's body was standing out in glowing relief, and the sweat running
down over her molded pecs and mounded abs, and down the deep crevices of
valleyed thighs and bulging, rock-hard calves suddenly turned the older woman
on to a sexual high that left her breathless.  " God!" she gasped, "You must 
be soaking in that outfit.  You'd better get out of those clothes right now.
I'll get you some clothes of mine you can wear home.  Take'em off!  But, 
before I run upstairs for some other clothes, would you like something a 
little stronger than iced tea to drink - a gin and tonic?  Or a rye and 
ginger?"

"Sure, Barb, if you're going to have one, too.  A rye would be nice - better 
make that a double, it'll warm me up inside.  And skip the ginger ale, a 
little water will be good."  Even as she spoke, Tina was stripping off her 
wet clothing - and there wasn't much to strip off.  Her top - and she was 
naked from the waist up; her shorts - and she stood there completely naked.
Barb turned back from the liquor cupboard, saw Tina standing there stripped
and flexed, and reeled back against the counter in a daze, dropping both the  
filled glasses onto the floor.  "Oh My God!  Oh, Tina!  O-o-o-o-oh!" she 
croaked, and she took one leap to wrap her legs around the hard, ribbed 
waist of her unexpected guest, and she wrapped her arms around the thick,
wide lats and rippling back of the naked youngster - and found her hands
barely touched behind that broad, muscular torso.  "Ooh, Tina!  Take me!
Take me here on the floor before I have an orgasm right here in your arms."
But it was too late!  By the time Tina's arms went around Barb's fit and
wiry back, to support her on their tumble to the floor, Barb's cunt exploded
in a wild and powerful gush, and a flood of creamy, slippery cum poured 
through her panties and through her silky dress and covered the mounded 
muscles of Tina's abs and ran down her valleyed thighs, where only sweat 
had run before.  Tina laughed and kissed Barb softly on the lips and hugged 
her close to her powerful, rippling torso.  "Hey, Barb, I'm not the only 
one that needs dry clothes.  It looks like you could use a change as well.
How about if I take you up to bed and then come down and get that drink
you promised.  I know where things are now, and we're sure going to need 
doubles."  Suiting deeds to words, Tina carried Barb in her arms to her 
bedroom upstairs, and - deja vu - Barb's nails dug deep into the ropes of
muscle pulsing across Tina's back, as they had once before at their first 
encounter, and Barb erupted in another glorious orgasm before they even
reached the bedroom.  Tina grinned at the effect she was having on Mike's
almost favorite lover, and laid her on the bed and gently stripped off her
wet and creamy clothing.  Naked, Barb lay on the bed and groaned.  "Tina,
get me that drink you promised me.  But, first, enclose me in your arms and 
wrap your legs around mine and take me again with every muscle of your 
fantastic physique pressing tight against every inch of my body.  Please!  
Please! Oh, Wonderful Tina!  Please!!!"  And Tina did.

It was quite a while before Tina went downstairs for that drink.  When she
did, Barb lay flat out on the bed on her back, arms by her side, barely 
conscious after the worst sexual battering she had ever had, but she still 
had a cockeyed grin on her face.  The grin on Tina's face was not at all 
cockeyed.  She had screwed the stuffing out of the older, tremendously fit, 
worldly experienced woman and she had enjoyed every fucking minute of it!
And she knew Barb, in spite of the painful physical torture she had gone
through, had wanted every bit of it and, when she was recovered enough to
bear it, would want more - a lot more - of the same sexual arousals that she 
had just had.  She was a pawn in the powerful hands of the master rapist,
and she couldn't wait for more!  But not this night.

Tina carried the two glasses of almost straight rye up to Barb's bedroom,
and supported Barb's head as she held a glass to her parched lips.  The 
potent liquor shocked Barb's system, and she quickly revived and put her 
arms around Tina's shoulders.  Tina disengaged the eager arms and sat down 
on the bed to finish her own drink.  "No, Barb.  No more tonight.  You just 
couldn't take it.  But, maybe, if you feel up to it by then, I'll drop by 
tomorrow and we'll talk some more."  Barb smiled and nodded agreement, and 
they finished their drinks together.  Then Tina leaned over and tucked the 
covers firmly around Barb's naked and exhausted body and kissed her lover 
softly on the lips, and then she trotted downstairs, grabbed her still
reeking shorts and top, and headed out the front door for home.  It was 
almost dawn and the streets were deserted, even the main roads, so Tina 
just didn't bother to climb into her wet clothes.  Naked, on the main down-
town streets of the city, Tina ran home alone, and made even better time
than she had before.  Six miles, and she was home in less than half an hour.
She went into her pitch-dark home, covered in sweat, and noted that all of
her family was sound asleep.  Gratefully, after an exhausting evening, she, 
too, tired and wet, sank into her bed for a sound - if very brief - sleep. 
xxx
Next day, things went on as usual in the whole household.  Tina worked out
like a fiend in the morning, using the heavy weights and stripped to the skin, 
as was her wont. She had no fear of Ted walking in on her again - Jan knew
her schedule, and made darn sure Ted knew when the weightroom was out of 
bounds.  She would have been happy to see Mike there, but he just didn't seem 
to be interested in the hard work it would take to build up his physique - 
at least, not to the level that Tina wanted it to be.  He rose about noon, 
often made lunch and cleaned up afterward, and then mostly puttered about 
in the afternoon.  Ted and Jan worked out most of the morning, after Tina
was through, and then worked out, with Tina, in the afternoon.  The muscles 
on all of the family, except for Mike, continued to develop, and Ted and Jan 
were ecstatic, not only because of their growing musculature, but also 
because of their vastly improved endurance, both in the gym and in the pool
and, best of all, in bed.  They were getting to be like a couple of teen-
aged lovers - and they loved it.  Jan, especially, because her physique was
rapidly approaching national body-building contest calibre and, in spite of
his most determined and eager efforts, because she could still beat her 
bigger, heavier husband at any, repeat ANY, feat of strength or endurance.
And she loved to rub it into him.  He would have resented it and become
very unhappy indeed, except that her dominance included every form of sex, 
and she could make him really happy as she drove him up the wall and into
sexual heaven, time after time, with her lusty, ever-exciting sexual 
athletics.

This afternoon, Mike was eagerly looking forward to his evening with Barbara.
He hadn't seen her for a while, and their date last night had been scrubbed,
because, Tina had told him, of a meeting she had had to attend.  So tonight 
was going to be the night!  He was rested, he was eager, and he was set to 
go.  He was wildly excited as he talked to Tina after lunch, and maybe 
he got a little bit carried away.  "Tina, I told you about those takedown
holds Marty showed me.  I'll bet I could take you down with them, if you 
weren't really ready for them.  Wanna see?"

"Why, sure, Mike.  I really don't think they can be that good.  Let's go 
upstairs into your bedroom and you can demonstrate.  But those tricky holds 
have a way of backfiring on you if you aren't careful."

"Hah!  No way"  You'll see."

So the two teenagers went upstairs to Mike's room and stripped down to 
wrestle.  That didn't take long - they both removed their sweatshirts
and sandals and they were set to go, wearing just their cut-off shorts.
Pushing the bed to one side, they circled each other in the centre of the 
room - Mike, 19, 6'0", 180 lbs. of solid muscle, and ex-champion of his 
high scool wrestling team, and Tina, 15, 5'4", 150 lbs. also of solid
muscle - but WHAT muscle!  Her biceps and forearms were bulging and corded,
her striated traps and pecs rippled with every movement, her abs were mounds
of steel plate, and ropes of muscle snaked up and down her wide v-shaped 
back.  Her upper torso was a textbook study of physiological musculature,
and her thighs and calves and powerful tendoned feet just completed the 
picture of a greek god poised to battle a monster.  And all of that visible
muscle was honed to the peak of Herculean strength by years of lifting
weights that most male body-builders could only dream of.  It was Mike's
certain knowledge that he could gain even a fleeting victory over his kid 
sister by the use of devious wrestling tricks that she was unaware of.  And 
so they circled each other.  Then Mike dropped back just a bit to lure Tina 
into a trap - and she stepped into it.  As she stepped toward him, Tina's 
forward foot left the ground....and, quick as a flash, Mike's leg kicked
forward and swept that foot high in the air, seized it in his outstretched 
hands and spun around and drove to the ground, trapping one of Tina's legs
helplessly under his body while his own legs encircled her other leg and 
trapped her, face down, in a vicious leg-spread hold,  He seized one of her 
wrists in both of his hands and twisted her arm up over her back in a half-
nelson.  Her other arm was uselessly outspread on the rug, completely out 
of the action.  Mike crowed out loud - Tina was helpless!  

Or was she???  With her legs trapped by the heavy muscles of Mike's torso,
and one of her arms levered out of action behind her neck, it looked hope-
less for Tina, and Mike called for her to concede - a takedown had been well 
and truly made and there was nothing Tina could do!  At least there was 
nothing any other wrestler could do - but Tina wasn't any other wrestler.
Trapped as she was, with her legs split wide apart and all of Mike's weight
on top of her, she still had one arm free, extended along the rug straight 
out in front of her.  Concentrating her strength in that one arm, she pressed 
it hard into the rug, raising her shoulder just a bit, and she dug her toes   
into the rug as well.  Now, with her two toes and her outstretched hand
forming the points of a widespread triangle, she tightened the mounds of 
muscle on her rock-hard abs to shorten the sides of the triangle and, with
all of Mike pressing down as hard as he could, she exerted all the power
built up by years of weighted crunches and raised her body up in the air
until almost all of that weight was borne on the tips of her toes.  From 
there it was easy!  Standing straight up, with Mike dangling between her 
spread legs - now HE was helpless! - his half-nelson hold was broken and 
both Tina's arms were free.  She circled his waist with her arms and drew 
his body tight into her crotch and then she slowly forced her legs together.
Finally, her ankles locked and she fell back onto the floor and kept on
squeezing the massive mountains and valleys of muscle in her thighs until 
Mike screamed in pain.  His crotch, formerly trapping his sister's leg, was
now, in turn, trapped by her legs, and his balls were being crushed to 
tiny nuggets.  Tina eased the pressure, but didn't remove it, keeping just 
enough on to let tears of pain pour from her brother's red-rimmed eyes.

"Please, Tina!  Let me go.  You've got my balls in a grip like a vice and it 
hurts like hell!  I'll never be able to get a hard-on for a week.  The very 
thought drives me up the wall.  O God!  And I was going to see Barb tonight! 
That's out now!  Tina, will you call her and tell her I've come down with the 
flu, or something.  O God!  My balls are still in your grip.  Please ease 
off a bit!  Marty told me no one ever got out of that takedown once it was 
made.  Boy!  He sure doesn't know you."

Tina laughed.  "Yes, he knows me alright.  In fact, I think I'll make a date 
with him for tonight so I can tell him what I think of his takedown.  As a  
matter of fact, I think it's a great hold.  It's the closest you've ever come
to pinning me and with anyone but me, it would have ended the match right
there.  Your balls still hurting?"

"Oh yeah!  And I think my cock has gone numb!  Thanks, Sis.  You've been a 
great help."

Tina grinned and let her brother go.  She picked him up off the floor and 
tucked him under the covers of his bed, and then she leaned forward and 
kissed him on the forehead.  "Don't worry, Mike, I'll make it up to you."
And she departed to make some phone calls.


Continued in TINA7

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