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 7)


Tina's first phone call was to Marty.  "Hi, Marty," she cooed when Marty 
answered the phone, "This is your favorite teen-ager.  How do you feel about 
getting together tonight?"  (Tina was in no way bashful or bound by macho
principles about who should call who for a date!)

"Why, sure!  That would be great.  I have a meeting, but I'd rather be with 
you any time.  Where will we meet?  Or do you want me to pick you up?" 

"We'd better meet somewhere, Marty.  My parents have come home and I don't 
want to have to explain to them why I'm going out with an older man - even
a hunk like you. I'll tell you what.  I was going out with some girls from 
school, and we were going to the Horsehead bar.  They're easy about ID's and
a lot of tough bikers hang out there.  How about if you turn up there about 
nine and I'll dump the girls and join you?"

"Great!  I'll see you there.  By the way, has Mike shown you that new take-
down hold yet?  It's a real killer.  I'll bet even you can't escape it."

"Hah!  You still don't think I'm that good, do you?  I'll tell you about it 
tonight.  See ya'"  And she hung up and called Barbara.

"Hi, Barb, got some good news and some bad news.  First the bad news. OK?"

"Sure, Tina, give me the bad news - I can take it."

"Well, it's about Mike.  Marty, his high school wrestling coach, had shown 
him a new hold and he tried it out and hurt himself - bad.  He'll survive, 
alright, but he'll be out of action - you know how - for a couple of weeks."

"Damn!  After last night's session with you, I'm horny as hell, and I was just 
waiting to get Mike's monstrous weapon inside me so I could screw him blind.
You don't mind me talking about your big brother like that, do you, Tina?  I
know you'll understand, and it helps to talk to another woman about these 
things.  So what's the good news?"

"The good news is - if it's OK with you, I'll take his place,  I know you two
were planning to go out, so how would it be if I took a cab to your condo, and 
you can drive us to a bar.  I'll swipe one of Jan's dresses - she's got great 
taste - so I'll be presentable and not too dikey.  OK?"

"Tina, that good news sure makes up for the bad!  Great!  I'll see you about 
eight."

Her plans for the evening made, Tina went down to the weightroom to check on 
her mom and dad, and to work off the excess sexual energy she had built up
during her bout with Mike.  Jan and Ted were doing very well, indeed.  They
were lifting heavy and they were both covered in sweat.  Tina approved what 
they were lifting, gave them a few tips to maximize their efforts, and then 
suggested Jan run through her posing routine, for practice, while Tina worked 
out on the heavy weights.  Ted speedily seconded his daughter's suggestion!
His sexy, muscular wife turned him on anyway, in bed or out, and watching her 
go through the routine she and Tina had developed for the contests she was 
entering, drove him completely up the wall.  He sat on Tina's bed to watch
Jan pose and flex and twist, displaying every one of her magnificent corded 
muscles expanded to the max, with double bicep displays and wide lat exten-
sions and 'most-muscular' sets that forced her striated pecs to stand out 
like ladders over her solid rounded breasts, and revealing the full mounded 
plates of steel on her abdomen, reaching from her expanded rib cage to the
hard pubic mound between the thick mounds and deep cut valleys of her thighs,
and from the cut oblique muscles on one side of her waist to the matching  
twisting muscles on the other.  Behind, when she swung around to expose 
the squirming pythons of corded muscle playing across her wide v-ed back,
she rippled from her sloping lats to the hard hollows of her striated glutes.
Her rock-hard quads molded down into diamond-shaped and diamond-hard calves
that protruded sharply on both sides of her shins.  Tendoned ankles supported 
powerful feet as they twisted on the hard floor, but that was lost on Ted as
he ejaculated, gushingly, over the covers of Tina's bed.  Jan was not sure
whether Tina's applause was for her performance or for its effect on Ted.  
No matter, she waved her appreciation and picked her now completely relaxed 
husband up in her arms and carried him up to their bedroom.  "See you later, 
Tina." she said, as she left the room, "Can't let all this sexual energy go 
to waste."

Tina grinned and continued her lifting, her heavy, energy-draining, muscle-
building lifting.  Curls, 400 lbs., squats, 600 lbs., bench presses, 350 
lbs., flyes, leg extensions, weighted crunches, all with maximum sets to 
exhaustion.  When she was done, she dragged her naked, exhausted body into 
the shower and washed off the steaming sweat until she was squeaky clean,
then relaxed in the hot, drenching shower until she was once more fully
relaxed and raring to go.  That woman had the recovery powers of a strong,
fit teen-ager!

Since neither her mom and dad nor her brother was going to surface for supper,
Tina fixed herself a hearty salad and prepared to dress for her date(s!)
tonight.  That didn't take long.  She went into her mom's closet, past the 
bed in which two smiling people were sleeping the sleep of the physically 
and sexually exhausted - a train hurtling through the bedroom wouldn't have 
wakened them! - and sorted through the dresses she found there.  The one she 
wanted had to be not too tight across her chest, not too short - just above 
the knees would be good - and opaque, she wouldn't be wearing anything under 
it!  At last, she found one she liked - a well-cut pink number with little 
pockets, and put it on.  She slipped into comfortable sandals, stuck some 
money in her pocket, and called a cab.  Her evening, carefully and diabol-
lically planned, had begun.

Getting out of the cab, Tina was greeted at the door by Barbara, all dressed 
up but shoeless, who took one look and stepped back in surprise.  "Tina!  Is  
that you?  My God!  You look great!  I've never seen you before in a dress.
In shorts and sweats, in posing suits, naked - yes.  But never in a dress!"
She grabbed Tina by the arm, yanked her inside, slammed the door, threw her 
arms around Tina's shoulders, and planted a wet, sloppy kiss right on her 
lips.  "Wow!  And you don't have to worry about spreading your lipstick 
around, either!  Come on in and relax while I slip into a pair of shoes.  Do
you want a drink?  You know where things are.  If you have one, I'll have a 
double rye, just a little water." 

Tina decided yes, she would, she was pretty taken back by Barb's reaction to 
her, so she poured a couple of drinks while Barb was upstairs.  She'd better 
have a double, as well, in case there were any more of those kind of res-
ponses - Marty had never seen her in a dress, either!

Barb came downstair again before Tina had quite finished her drink - it's 
amazing how long it takes a woman to 'slip into a pair of shoes', especially
when there are repairs to lipstick required, and when a woman doesn't want to 
be upstaged by another woman - no matter how close a friend she is! - there 
was a change of dress involved, as well.  So Tina had another drink - another 
double - to keep Barb company before they left, in Barb's fire-engine red  
Porsche, for a bar.  Tina suggested the Horsehead, and that's where they 
headed.

Arriving, about half past eight, they walked into a rowdy, dimly-lit cavern 
of a place, well-filled, in spite of the early hour, with a mixed and noisy 
crowd of bikers, students, young people obviously straight from the world of 
business, and scurrying topless waiters, both male and female.  Half a dozen
musicians, weirdly garbed, poured out volumes of the most cacophanous noise
imaginable, but the beat was wild and catching and the dance floor was 
jammed.

Barb grinned.  "Boy, you sure picked a spot for an evening on the town!  Well, 
let's enjoy ourselves while we can."  and she flagged down a passing  waiter 
and ordered a double rye for both of them. "God knows when we'll get another, 
in this crowd."  Their drinks came and they found an empty table, Tina sitting 
where she could keep an eye on the door.  "Do you want to dance, Tina?"  Barb
asked, but Tina declined, still watching the door.  Suddenly, she got to her 
feet, exclaiming, "Hey!  There's a guy I know, Barb.  I'm going to talk to 
him."  And she trotted over and accosted a tall good-looking, well-built
man coming into the bar. 

"Hi, Marty.  The girls I was meeting couldn't make it, but I found another 
friend to come with.  Come over and sit with us.  I told her you were a guy 
I knew. --- Hey!  Waiter!  Another round at that table - three doubles!  --- 
You still drink rye?  Good."  Tina brought Marty over to their table and
introduced him to Barbara.  They shook hands, eyeing each other up and down
and neither seemed too disappointed in what they saw.  "Gee, Barb, Marty,
you two really have a lot in common.  Marty is the wrestling coach at Mike's
high school and they still work out together.  Mike will be a sort of assist-
ant coach there this year.  Barb owns and operates the Olympia gym here in 
town.  You may have heard of it, Marty?" 

"Yes.  I sure have.  I've worked out there a few times, myself.  It's one of 
the best gyms in town.  But I didn't know it was owned by a lady.  Owned and 
operated, you say?  Do you get involved in the operation of the gym, Barb?"

"Yes, Marty.  I supervise the whole operation, select the staff, and I'm one
of the trainers.  I pretty well concentrate my training efforts on the female 
body-builders, and we have quite a lot of them.  Some very good ones, too.  So 
It's not unusual that we didn't meet when you were over there."

"I guess you know that your short-assed friend here is one of the best body-
builders - female OR  male! - that you will ever meet in your whole life.
And she's a pretty good wrestler, too.  Tina, did Mike show you that new take-
down hold I taught him?  If he caught you in it, applied properly, there's no
way you - even you - can escape from it."  

"Is that the new hold that Mike hurt himself trying out, Tina?  Who was he 
trying it out on, you?  Did it not work?"  Barb asked, looking askance at 
her grinning friend.

"Well?  What happened?  Did Mike try it on you?  Did it work?  C'mon, Tina, 
tell us what happened.  Mike had it down pretty good when he went home 
yesterday.  I know damn well if I let him get it on me, I wouldn't have been
able to escape from it.  Did it not work on you?"

Tina grinned and looked up at the eager faces of her friends staring at her,
waiting for her response to their questions.  After four double ryes in 
little over an hour, she was losing her inhibitions, and wanted to crow, just 
a bit.  "OK, I'll tell you.  First, I think it's a great move.  It's the 
closest Mike has ever come to pinning me since we started to wrestle together.
And you're right, Marty, I don't think anyone but me could have escaped.  He
tried it on me and it worked like a charm.  I was flat on my stomach with my 
legs spread, one arm in a hopeless half-nelson behind my neck, and my other
arm stretched flat out on the rug in front of me, and his whole weight - all
190 lbs. of it - right on top of me.  Does that sound like it worked, Marty?"

"It sure does, Tina!  And you escaped???  You've got to tell me how?  I 
didn't think it was possible, not against a big, skilled wrestler like Mike.
He's at least fifty lbs. heavier than you!"

Tina glanced up and saw Barb staring at her, mouth open in awe. "It was like 
this...." and Tina went on to describe the whole magnificent manoeuver she
had gone through to ensnare Mike's balls between her thighs and, with a sly
look at Barb, to render him - temporarily, she hoped - incapable of sex.

Marty's jaw dropped down to join Barb's in a joint expression of awe.  "I
can't believe it!  But I have to!" said Marty, and Barb agreed.  "I DO 
believe it.  I've seen Tina naked and I've felt the power of her muscles
and I believe there's nothing physical that she can't do."

Tina rose from the table.  "I can't take any more of this hero-worshipping
garbage.  Besides, there's a guy over there that's been making eyes at me 
and I'm going to ask him to dance."  And so she did.

The 'guy' was a 6'2" biker with a fiery black beard that straggled down to 
his chest, course unkempt hair down to his shoulders - his br_o_a_d shoulders! 
- and a hair-covered chest exposed to view by an open sleeveless leather 
vest.  His thick, hairy, muscular arms were covered with obscene tattoos.
And Tina asked him to DANCE!  "Why, sure, little lady.  I've had my eye on 
you.  I'll stomp around with you for a while - if you think you can keep up 
with me."  And off they went into the melee on the dance floor.  In spite of 
his appearance, the 'guy' was a smooth and graceful dancer, and Tina - 8" 
shorter - melded into his steps like a pro.  The first number ended, then the
second and the third.  They were all fast numbers, and both of them were 
dripping with sweat when the set ended.  "Hey, little lady, that was good!
My name's Clem.  Wanna do that again?"  "Sure do, Clem.  That was fun.  My
name's Tina."  and they sidled over to the bar - and another double rye, 
while they waited for the next set to begin.

The next set started - and ended, then the next, and the next, And Clem and 
Tina were becoming quite well acquainted.  Sometime, during all the dancing 
and the double ryes, Clem and Tina, somehow, agreed to go for a moonlight 
drive on Clem's fearsome hog.  They dropped over to the table Tina had once 
occupied, to inform Tina's dates she was dumping them, and was taking off 
with someone else.  However, neither seemed too depressed - if they even 
heard her.  They seemed to be quite interested in each other.  So Clem and 
Tina took off, unescorted.

Clem drove his hog like he did everything else - like a wildman.  He roared 
down the freeway, roaring like a drunk - which he was!  He sped down country 
roads and up winding byways, without the slightest regard for speed.  And,
when Tina wrapped her arm around his throat and demanded equal rights to law-
breaking, he gracefully conceded.  "Say, that's some arm you've got, little
lady.  I thought you were going to rip my head off."  Tina gallantly smiled,
got a two minute tutorial, then told Clem to get on the back and hold on,
and they were off!  If Clem's driving had been wild - and he knew what he was
doing - Tina's was outrageous!  And she DIDN'T know what she was doing!  Up
and down the freeways, in and out the byways, along rocky mountain trails,
and up and down every rocky hillside she could find, without a glance at the 
speedometer or a foot on the brake.  Clem, at last, screamed "STOP!"  so Tina 
stopped.  Clem climbed off the bike, went to the side of the trail, and threw 
his guts up all across the field.  It was a massive upheaval!  When he could 
stand up straight again, Clem demanded the keys for the bike.  Tina just   
laughed at him.  "No way, Buster.  You're just not fit to drive.  Climb on
the back again, and I'll take you home - and I promise I'll keep the speed 
down to a roar.  Just tell me where you hang out."  Clem did, and Tina drove 
home as sedately as a little old lady (old man?) at a funeral.  Parking in 
Clem's spot, she put her arms around his waist and helped him into the house.
The gentle drive had revived him, and Clem was again beginning to feel his 
oats.  " Little lady, you've brought me home, and there's only one reason 
you'd do that.  You just want to feel my big hairy body close against yours, 
and you want to feel my big, thick, hard prick driving inside your eager
twat to your cherry, and then you can suck all of your cum off my hairy 
belly and balls.  If you do a good job of that, I'll slide my prick right
inside your cornhole and give you the greatest thrill you've ever had.  What  
do ya think, little lady?"

"Clem, you're drunk.  Let me put you to bed."

"Sure, I'm drunk.  I am most of the time, and that's when I do my best 
fucking.  No inhi-- inhi-- inhibitions.  So first, - take off your clothes!"

"Clem, I'd love to screw you - or let you screw me, but there's one cond-
ition.  You've got to wear a condom!"

"WHAT!!!  You little bitch, you dare tell me to wear a condom!  I don't wear 
rubbers and I don't let little short-asses tell me what to do.  Now get out 
of those clothes before I rip them off your lily-white shanks.  Do ya hear 
me!"

"Clem, I'm drunk, too, or I wouldn't even consider what I'm about to do.  I'm
going to take off my dress, and then I'm going to strip you naked, and then
I'm going to take a condom out of my pocket and force it over your big, fat 
prick. And then I'm going to sit on top of you and give you the screwing of 
your life.  And when your cock is limp and dead, I'm going to tweak your tits
until you rise again, and then I'll put a condom over my hand and drive my 
whole hand up your asshole.  Then, with my hand covered in your shit, I'll 
jerk you off until you scream for mercy.  Like it?  I do!"

"YOU LITTLE BITCH!"  And, with that roar, and obscene curses pouring out of 
his mouth, Clem rushed right at his victim with his arms high in the air.
A piece of cake for Tina!  She raised her foot to his belly, grabbed his neck 
in both her hands and fell back onto her shoulders on the floor.  Clem flew 
over her like a catapult and landed with a 'THUMP' on his back.  He shook his 
head, regained his breath, and leaped to his feet.  Another string of curses,
another rush at Tina, and this time she kicked a foot into his belly, grabbed
one of his arms, and again dropped back on her shoulders.  Again, Clem landed
on his back and went 'WHOOSH!' as the wind was knocked right out of him.  He
paused and panted, then he scrambled to his feet.  He didn't know what had 
happened to him, but it couldn't happen again!  No short-assed girl was going 
to put him down on his back and stand there laughing at him.  A third time he 
swore, a third time he rushed, and a third time he went over Tina to lie on 
the floor just stunned.  But this time, Tina somersaulted over him and landed 
on her knees on his solar plexus.  The wind rushed out of his lungs and he 
lay there on his back, motionless, just gasping for breath.  Tina seized the 
hair on top of his head, raised his head high off the ground, and slammed it 
as hard as she could on the floor - twice!  That great, muscular biker was out 
like a light!

Not that Tina was finished with him.  She rose to her feet, took a package of
condoms out of her pocket, (With a double date that evening, and firm plans to 
dump both of them, she figured it would better to be prepared.) and then slid 
out of her dress.  She was stark naked in the house of a tough biker who now 
wanted to kill her!  He would get all the sex he wanted after that!  But right 
now he was unconscious on the floor.  Returning to her hairy victim, she first 
stripped him of all HIS clothes, his high leather boots, his studded leather 
pants, and his sleeveless leather shirt.  His socks and jockey shorts went 
flying across the room.  Now he, too, was naked, and beginning to come back 
to life.  Tina slid her body over his, ignoring the tickling from his prickly 
hair, wrapped one hand in his hair to keep him down flat on the ground, and
slid her lips over one of his hairy tits.  She sucked it and played with it 
with her tongue until it rose hard as a rock, and a soft moan escaped from 
his lips.  Her other hand fondled his other hairy breast until that nipple, 
too, became rigid and his hips started to rotate tight against Tina's rock-
hard abs, and his penis got longer and thicker and harder until Tina's abs
could no longer hold it down.  It was the biggest, thickest, hardest cock
she had ever seen!  But a cock was a cock!  Still keeping her tight grip on 
his hard swollen nipples, she let his hair go loose, and took a condom in
her free hand and rolled it, smoothly, down his great, turgid dong.  That
action seemed to excite Clem even more, and his cock got even harder.  It
was no easy task to slip that massive weapon into the mouth of her vagina,
and then further and further into the muscle-lined walls of her tunnel of 
love.

Moaning and wriggling in the throes of that sexual orgy, Clem was beating 
his arms against the floor, forcing Tina to remove her hand from his 
swollen nipple and seize both his wrists in her hands and twist his fore-
arms behind his neck.  He was much too absorbed in the screwing he was 
getting from the pulsing, rippling walls of the cunt that tightly, oh-so- 
tightly, contained that monstrous penis to put up much of a struggle, and
Tina now had him helpless on his back beneath her powerful body.  Rippling 
her abs and pulsing the walls of the vagina that now enclosed every inch of 
that huge dong, Tina could feel the wave of an approaching ejaculation. 
Snapping her legs tight together, she trapped his hairy, turgid balls between
the valleyed muscles of her thighs and squeezed!  Clem screamed in agony.
His balls hurt, his cock hurt, his tits hurt, and he was lying there helpless
in the arms of the 'short-assed girl' he'd been about to rape.  And it wasn't
over!  Before the echoes of the biker's scream had died away, his tormentor's
legs relaxed, and once more blood and semen and cum flowed from his balls
into his cock.  The rippling walls pulled him tighter into that cunt until
it rammed its head into a wall of muscle, and then those abs pulsed and Clem 
shot his wad, his huge store of cum, into that wall of muscle at the end of
the pulsing vagina - and it had no place to go!  Like a bullet shot into a 
plugged gun, that over-sized load exploded in his cock and that cock was 
blown from its prison to pour its cum all over his belly and chest and legs,
and the roar of the explosion was drowned out by the scream of pain that 
erupted from that completely screwed and dominated biker's mouth.  He col-
lapsed on the floor in a dead faint.  The fifteen-year old girl arose and 
placed her foot on his naked chest, and did a mighty double-biceps pose and 
let out a roar that equalled anything from the vanquished biker she had just
raped.

That was Phase I, completed well and good.  What was the next item on her 
agenda for the humiliation of that great oaf?  Oh yes, he'd been going to 
cornhole her - so she was going to cornhole him!  She looked down at his 
monstrous prick, lying there, limp, across his stomach.  "God!" she thought,
"If he'd used that on me the way he intended to, I wouldn't have been able 
to walk for a month.  Well, what's sauce for the goose is sauce for the 
gander.  We'll go for it, but first I'd better soften him up a bit."  And 
this she proceeded to do.    

As he lay on his back his cock and his tits were exposed for all to see, 
Leaning over his nonproductive body, she softly stroked the underside of 
his great dong, not expecting any action - not yet!  Then she nibbled
at his extending nipples, first one and then the other, till she could
feel a quiet twitching raising the hair-covered muscles of his chest.  As
she gently rubbed his belly, he began to stir, and when she slid her hand 
between his legs, he raised his tight ass off the ground to meet the 
pressure of those soft fingers.  When Tina saw those signs of life returning,
she quickly grabbed his far arm in one hand, and rolled him over on his 
belly, keeping her other hand gently cupping his balls.  He moaned quietly 
as he rolled over, but his 'care-giver' ignored that and, with both hands, 
lifted his buttocks high in the air.  Now resting on his knees and chest, 
his cock, released from all pressure, began to expand.  Tina's stroking
increased and Clem's hips wriggled from side to side. then Tina slipped 
one of her hands into a new condom, and let her strong rubber-covered 
fingers collect a supply of the creamy cum from his still-soaking belly.
She spread that cream over the anal ring now pulsing softly in her face,
and then slid her fingers gently into the cavity of his ass  The sheer 
rubber stretched until three fingers probed that anal ring -  and that 
was as far as Tina wanted to go - for now!  Withdrawing from his rectum, 
the rubber-clad fingers softly stroked the now fully engorged penis, and 
with a small effort, tweaking the sensitive glans with her thumb, she drove  
that now-eager biker into another explosive ejaculation.  Now, she had more 
than enough of the creamy cum to lubricate her whole hand - and she did!
Back at the anal ring that was now twitching in anticipation,  Tina slid her 
three fingers back in the now-loose asshole, then four fingers, then her 
thumb, and his anal ring collapsed and all of Tina's hand slid into that
broken asshole.  As Tina wriggled her fingers in the torn rectum, she could 
feel the base of his rigid cock - and he could feel her fingers stroking
his dong, stroking it and arousing in him the most erotic sensation.  He
came again, for the third time, and collapsed again on the floor.  Tina 
rolled him over again, and slid her condom-covered hand, now covered in
his exploded shit, around his swollen, but now quite soft, member.  She 
stroked it gently, and the smell of his own body fluid and the feel of the 
ultimate lubrication, drove him up the wall again, and he coughed out a 
small spurt of semen, the last he had inside him, and collapsed on the 
floor.  Not unconscious, not in pain, but completely without the will or 
the ability to move.  He looked up at Tina, his eyes open, and pleaded in 
a croaking murmur, "Please, Tina, leave me alone.  You win.  You've beat 
me!  If we ever meet again, I'll call you my lord and master - which you 
are!  Please!"

"Your Lord and Master, eh? Well there's one more thing that you, pitiful 
slave and serf, must undergo before this night is over.  It's a test of 
your nerve.  I'm going to do something to you, and if you move - even a 
shiver! - you'll get the worst licking you've ever had, and when you're
completely unconscious, I'll do it any way.  The choice is yours, but it 
will be a lot easier for you if your nerve holds out."

"What are you going to do to me?"

"You'll see.  Just lie on your back with your arms outstretched, close your 
eyes - AND DON'T MOVE!  I'm going out for a couple of minutes."  And Tina 
headed for the door.  "Christ!  I can't go out like this!  I'd better put 
some clothes on."  But what?  She didn't want to put her dress back on, it 
was wrinkled and sweaty and greasy from that wild ride on the 'hog'.  But
Clem's clothes were there.  Would they do?  She'd find out.  She pulled on 
his leather pants - and, except for the length, they fitted her like a second
skin.  She rolled up the legs, and pulled on his boots - and they were loose, 
but quite comfortable.  She'd never worn high, studded leather boots before 
and, when she looked down at her leather-clad legs and feet, she felt macho
as hell.  Then she shrugged into his leather vest, and it could have been 
made for her!  Clem was broad-shouldered and deep-chested - but so was Tina,
and the vest fitted like a dream.  The complete lack of sleeves revealed 
her thick, bulging biceps, and the steel plates of her abs filled out the 
space between the vest and her pants.  She rumpled her hair, looked at her 
reflection in the mirror, and decided, "Hey!  I'm a real tough biker dyke!
Even in this tough neighbourhood, I won't have any problem."  And she didn't.
She left the house, first giving her still-shaking victim a powerful driving
slap an each side of his face.  "Stay, Buster!  Don't move a muscle!" and she 
trotted down to the corner drugstore.  There, the clerk looked at her ner-
vously and seemed very eager to please, as she asked for, and got, a large   
can of shaving cream and a sharp, straight razor. (In this area, the weapon 
of choice, and every drugstore carried them.)  Tina returned to the house,  
bumping aside, into the gutter, any of the toughs that got in her way.  "Hey!
she said to herself, "I like this outfit - I think I'm going to keep it."

But first things first.  She kneeled down beside her scared and beaten 
victim and said, "DON'T MOVE - Not even a muscle!" and when she was sure he 
was staying absolutely still, she squirted shaving cream all over his chest,
all over his belly and legs, and with the greatest care, all over his balls. 
working the razor with enthusiasm, if not with skill, she shaved every hair 
off the front of his body, and then she did the same thing to his arms.
That done, she grabbed him by the thigh and the shoulder, picked him up off
the ground, and flipped him over onto his stomach.  This demonstration of 
brute strength elicited a fearful groan from Clem, but not another objection.
Then, another layer of cream over all his back, with particular attention to 
the crack of his ass.  The razor was wielded again, and then, when Tina was 
satisfied that big body was hairless, she flipped him again, and sat him 
upright.  Sliding the razor under his nose, she threatened, "Keep your eyes 
shut and stay still, or this razor just might slip."  Grunting his tearful
understanding, Clem sat still!  Then Tina poured the saving cream over that
fearsome, black beard and scraped his face until it was smooth and hairless
as a new-born babe's.  One more thing and then Tina was done.  She gathered 
his greasy, shoulder-length hair in her hand and, with a few strokes of that  
now-dull razor, reduced that scalpful of hair to a ragged, short crop on the
sides and top of his head.  That was that!  And when Tina let him look at  
himself in the mirror, the choked scream of horror that Clem let out was a 
complete vindication of that whole evening.

Working, dressed in her 'borrowed' biker's outfit, over the naked biker's 
muscular torso, and watching the transformation from a hairy, greasy, 
arrogant slob to a clean-shaven, washed, beaten, supplicant, brought Tina's 
sexual urges again to a rapid boil.  "Wow!", she thought, as she looked at 
his reflection in the mirror, "This guy's handsome, AND built like a brick
shithouse.  I wonder if he's good for another piece of ass.. Maybe I can 
take him again, if I'm real gentle.  It's worth a shot."  So Tina turned
Clem around to face her, drew his face down to hers, and gently kissed him
on the lips.  There was a little response - not much, but a little, so Tina
slid her tongue into his mouth until it met his, and gently wrestled with 
it until it wrestled back, and then she sucked and sucked until his whole 
tongue was deep inside her mouth.  His arms started to tighten around her 
shoulders but, without relaxing her grip on his tongue, she pushed him back.
"No, lover." she gurgled, "Undress me."  This he understood, and his fingers
quietly undid the zipper on her (his?) vest, and then reached down and
loosened the buckle holding up her pants.  Before he could slide them down 
over her hips, she raised her foot and stomped on his naked toes.  "OW!"
he burbled, but he got the idea.  He squatted right down to slip the high 
boots off Tina's bare feet - and that wasn't easy, with his tongue still 
trapped in Tina's mouth! - and then he slipped off her pants.  The two naked
bodies pressed tightly together, arms around each others backs, and the rock-
hard mounds of Tina's abs began to pulse.  They pulsed and they rippled and
the long, thick, cock that hung limply down Clem's leg began to stiffen up.
With a small amount of wriggling, that engorging penis worked its way in 
between his flat, muscular belly and her pulsing abs and he groaned as
his dong grew to monstrous proportions, long and thick and hard - God! How
hard! - and a stream of creamy fluid started to flow from the tip.  Tina 
reached over to the dresser, picked up a new condom, and handed it to Clem 
without saying a word.  He just took it from her hand, silently, and 
proceeded to roll it over his now fully extended cock.  That done, Tina 
pushed him onto his back on the floor and lay down on top of him, still 
joined at the lips.  Taking one of his hands in hers, she rubbed it over 
her pubic mound, and those experienced fingers quickly found her 'hot spot'.
In a moment, her vaginal lips were flowing with cream, and she was ready to
impale herself on his huge weapon.  She moved his hand and carefully, slowly,
guided the tip of his condom-covered cock passed the sleek, lubricated 
labial lips, into the tight, muscular vaginal channel and, inch by inch,
absorbed that great dong within her.  It was slow and it was painful, but
it was an erotic, nerve-stirring pain, and the pleasure stirred her to a
powerful sexual arousal that further lubricated that tunnel of love.  Clem
felt his hard, massive pride and joy squirming to penetrate the hot cavity
surrounding it, and succeeding - succeeding so well that, without being able 
to withdraw and pound in, withdraw and pound in, as he always did when he 
fucked, found his super cock completely enclosed in a tight, velvet clamp, 
and he bottomed out, the very base of his penis tight against a hard pubic 
mound, and the tip of his glans hard against a solid uterus wall.  The idea 
of such complete enclosure drove him up the wall and he spasmed and shot his 
wad into the entrapping condom.  Tina felt the explosive ejaculation and
grinned.  "So he's not dead yet!" she gloated, and started her own sex-
driven performance.  Lying dead still on the muscular, smooth, silky body
beneath her, she started to flex.  She flexed the striated muscles of her 
pecs, moving her solid, round breasts against his now-sensitive nipples,
and she flexed the steel plates of her abdomen against his powerful, flat
belly until he started to squirm in delicious agony, and then she started 
to flex the muscular, cream-coated walls of the velvet clamp enclosing his 
cock until he screamed in pleasure and pain, and exploded again within her.
That explosion triggered a responding surge in Tina, and drove her over the 
wall, and she, too, exploded in a violent orgasm that shook her from head to 
toe.  Clem collapsed underneath her hard, fantastically-muscled physique,
and she lay on top of him, relaxed and sated and secure in the violent raping 
of the big biker who had started out to rape HER!

Clem was inert but not completely unconscious.  Tina fixed that by raising 
his head from the floor and driving a short right to the side of his chin.
He lay knocked out on the floor, and Tina stood up, placed her foot on his 
chest, stretched her arms high in a double biceps pose, and - once more! - 
let out a long, loud howl that must have awakened the neighbours.  The 
fifteen-year-old schoolgirl, with the physique of a greek god and the 
strength of an ancient Hercules, had completely defeated the big, rough, 
tough biker - and she LOVED the tremendous surge of satisfaction that came 
with the victory!

Now what?  First, she dressed herself in the black leather biker's outfit 
she had stripped from her beaten foe - she found the feel of the soft leather 
taut against her bare skin just too sexy and macho for words!   Then, in a 
flash of inspiration, she  picked up the pink dress she had come in, and
slid it over Clem's still limp body.  Surprisingly, since it was her mom's 
dress, it fitted the big biker quite well - tight in the chest and way, way
too short, it still went onto his hairless body, and made him into an accep-
table - but big and ugly! - woman.  Then she picked him up in her arms, and
grabbing a long silk scarf from the dresser, carried him out and dumped him 
on the back seat of his big bike.  She climbed onto the front seat, tied her 
passenger's hands around her waist with the scarf, then kicked the engine 
into life and took off down the road with a roar that shook the neighbourhood.
Tearing, at breakneck speed, down the thruway, Tina soon reached her 
destination, the parking lot of the Horsehead bar.  The lot was almost empty 
now, all of the bikers and most of the other patrons had long gone home, but 
there were two cars she recognized still remaining in the lot.  She pulled in 
slowly, and parked her steed, complete with still groggy rider, alongside one 
of them - a big Chev belonging to Marty - climbed off the bike and started to 
walk toward the bar.  Just as she did, two familiar figures exited the bar 
and, arm in arm, headed for the other car - a fire-engine-red Porsche.  Tina 
grinned, and decided to have some fun!  Tugging her biker's helmet back on,
she swaggered toward the unsuspecting couple, and reached them just as
they got to the car.  "Hey!  You two!   What are you doing out here at 
this time of night?"  She growled in her toughest biker voice.  "Looking   
for a little free nookey?  Heading for a scummy hotel?  Well, you won't
need a car for that.  There's one just around the corner.  Are those keys 
in your hand?  Good!"  And suddenly, Tina reached forward and grabbed Marty's
wrist and twisted his arm up behind his back in a painful hold, at the same 
time seizing the ass of his pants in her other hand and lifting him, face 
down onto the hood of the car.  "Hey!  I've always wanted a car like this and 
now I've got one.  Just drop the keys or I'll break your arm.  And you keep 
out of this, lady, or I'll break your arm, too!"   Marty quickly dropped the 
keys, and lay helplessly on the hood of the car - but not for long!  Tina 
changed the grip on his wrist for a grip on his neck and, effortlessly, jerked  
him up over her head and headed for the side of the lot, where she had spotted
a lidded garbage box.  She got to it, held Marty overhead - with ONE hand! -
and opened the lid with the other.  She dumped Marty into the box, among the
smelly garbage bags, and turned to Barbara.  "Now, lady, you sit on top of 
that lid until I'm outa here or I'll come back and stuff you in it, too!"
Barbara, shaking, climbed on the lid and sat there, watching the 'biker'
climb into her Porsche and take off, tires screaming, out of the lot.

When silence returned, Barbara jumped down, opened the lid, and helped a                                                     
somewhat-smelly Marty onto level ground.  "Christ, Barb, that guy was tough!  
He didn't hurt you, did he?  I was afraid you'd end up raped, but I just 
couldn't do a thing.  He was so fucking strong!"

"No, he just took off in my car.  It's a good thing we've got yours.  Let's 
get into it and get you home so you can have a good bath.  You stink!"

They went over to Marty's Chev and saw, in surprise, the big bike parked 
beside it with a person in a pink dress beginning to sit up on the rear seat.

"Hey, lady, are you ok?"  Marty asked, "Did that biker leave you here?"                     
Then both Marty and Barbara stared more closely.  That was no lady, and the 
dress looked somewhat familiar.

"That was no fucking biker!  Did you see her?"

"Yes.  He dumped me in that garbage box and stole my car." 

"HE!  That's no he!  That's a fucking crazy woman!  You're lucky she didn't 
kill you!  She beat me up, shaved all my hair off, raped me and stole my 
clothes!  The bitch is an over-sexed amazon!"

"Who is she?  Do you know her name?"

"No, I just met her here tonight and we went for a little ride on my bike.
Then I got sick and she took me home and that's when she got mean.  The 
bitch!" 

"Wait a minute!" said Barbara, "I remember a little girl wearing that dress,
and I saw her leave with a great, hulking, bearded biker with long, greasy 
hair.  Was that you?"

"Fuck you, lady!  If I see that 'little girl' again, I'll kill her."

"So she stole your clothes?  And she stole my friend's car. I have a cell 
phone in my car. Do you want us to call the cops?"

"COPS!  Me like this!  No fucking way!  I'm outta here."  And the biker in 
the pink dress gunned his bike and took off like a bat out of hell, heading
for who knew where.

Marty and Barbara looked at each other and grinned.  "An over-sexed amazon -
does that remind you of someone?"  Barbara grinned.  "I don't think we 
should call the cops just yet.  You should still have that bath, but we'd
better try my place first, just in case there's a Porsche there."  And they
did, and there was a Porshe there, with a note on the windshield that said,
"This car drives like a dream.  130 mph on the thruway - no sweat!  I hope 
Marty doesn't smell too bad - I tried not to hurt him, but you kids should 
have been home in bed by that time anyway.  Lots of luck."

They read the note together, shook their heads in wonder, and went inside for 
a shower for Marty.  Somehow, they ended up together in the shower, then in  
bed, then in love - but that's the start of another story.


Continued in TINA8

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