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 8) Leaving the 'stolen' Porsche at Barbara's, Tina was ecstatic about the events of the night. She had broken up Mike and Barbara's relationship, she had established a new relationship between Marty and Barbara that she knew would be good and compatible for both of them, physically and mentally and sexually, and she had had one of the most exciting nights of her young life. She had raped a great, powerful biker and reduced him to a sniveling sex toy, she had become a biker herself and driven a great 'hog' at top speed through highways and biways and mountain trails, and she had stolen a muscle-car from her big brother's wrestling coach after man-handling him in front of his new ladyfriend, and then she had driven that car at top speed along the thruway, with the wind blowing her hair out behind her in a wild and exciting journey. Now, in the wee, small hours of the morning, dressed in her new biker's outfit, she was on her way home. But she had eight miles to go and the biker's leathers were no help. The boots were heavy, the pants sloppy, and the shirt would be a sodden mess of sweat as soon as she started to run - and run she must, if she were to get home tonight. So there was nothing to do but strip it off, roll it into a bundle and tuck it under her arm. Naked again! And with a eight-mile run ahead! No sweat. Running - NOT jogging - through the lighted city streets, her bare feet pounding on the concrete pavement, she was home in half an hour. Stopping on her front porch, she donned her biker garb, including her helmet. Bursting through her front door, as happy as a sandboy, she let out a yell that wakened the house and brought everyone piling into the front room. Confronted by a tough-looking biker, they stopped short - all three of them, father, mother, and son. Then, fearing an invasion by the advance man of a biker gang - although all three of them were just as they slept - in their birthday suits! - they launched themselves, without a moment's hesitation, at the unknown threat. Jan drove for the feet, Ted lunged at the waist, and Mike grabbed the nearest arm, trying for a disabling armlock. The leather-clad figure erupted in an enormous roar, and a great laugh, and started to dismantle the attacking phalanx. The arm Mike had grabbed became a beam of steel, twisting until it went around Mike's waist, lifting him high in the air and tossing him carelessly onto a nearby couch. Released, that arm joined the other in a grip around Ted's shoulders and hoisted HIM into the air, twirled him around and placed him gently across the muscular waist of the woman whose arms enclosed the high leather boots of the 'invader'. Flexing massive thighs, the figure in leather broke loose from the arms around those boots and, changing grips to the neck and knee of the woman on whose back a big, muscled man now lay, raised both above the concealing helmet just as a recovered Mike got both arms about one of the creature's legs and heaved. The leg went skyward, then stopped. Slowly, balanced on one foot, and supporting two struggling combatants over its head, the figure forced the leg in Mike's arms down closer to the other one, then closer still, until it reached the floor. Then the other knee bent and Mike was trapped between rock-hard thighs that crushed him till he screamed with pain. The thighs released their vice-like grip, and Mike fell to the floor, writhing. One of the boots slipped under him and flipped him over onto his back, and then was placed on his throat with just enough force to close his windpipe. He struggled in vain to get a breath of air as the world darkened, and he slipped into unconsciousness. The figures held in the air still struggled in the powerful grip of the herculean figure they'd attacked, but not for long. Lowering them to the level of her belt buckle, Tina wrapped her arms around both of them, and squeezed. And squeezed. And squeezed! In a minute, first Ted, and then Jan, struggling unsuccessfully for breath, dropped into a dead faint - out cold! All three of them! Muscular, strong, fit adults, body-builders all, defeated ignomin- ously by a fifteen-year-old schoolgirl - but WHAT a schoolgirl! Tina took off her helmet and examined the result of her effort - but she didn't really think it had been THAT much effort. "I guess I'm just getting stronger and stronger as long as I keep exercising the way I have. Well, GREAT! I'll just have to keep it up. Providing, of course, it doesn't interfere with my sex life" and she grinned a wide, happy grin. "But I can't leave them like this." she thought, and quickly decided. First she lined them up, still out cold, along the wall, and then she stripped off her biker garb and stuck it in a closet in her room. She got into a sweat- suit and slipped outside. That done, she trotted over to a nearby all- night coffee-house, and sat for an hour drinking coffee and eating doughnuts. Then, with the sky getting light in the East, she began a little act that would salve their pride and leave her in the role of a potential rescuer. Finishing her last cup of coffee, Tina left the coffee-house and, in sweat- suit and bare feet, ran at top speed around the block and home, arriving breathless and dripping with sweat. Bursting into the house - for the second time that night! - Tina jerked to a stop in amazement. Her father, mother, and brother were sprawled around the front room, all in their dressing gowns and apparently quite groggy, but apparently not otherwise damaged. "Hey! What's happened here? What are you doing up at this hour? Why are you looking so beat up? Are you OK?" Tina was the picture of surprise and concern as she put her arms gently around the shoulders of her mom and dad. All three of them spoke up at once, anxious to be the first - and the most dramatic - to tell the harrowing tale. It appeared, to hear the story told to Tina, that their house had been invaded by a giant biker, seven feet tall and strong as a bull. They had defended their home bravely, but to no avail. The giant had beaten them up and left them unconscious on the floor. They had just come back to life a short while ago and had checked the house and their rooms and found nothing missing or damaged. They couldn't figure it out at all. Their staunch defence, while unsuccessful, must have scared the villain away. "Boy." they agreed, "If you'd been here, we might have been able to take him, but maybe not. He was sure big and strong and tough! And he was wearing a biker helmet, so we wouldn't be able to recognise him if we saw him again." Tina sympathized and spoke soothing words, while trying to refrain from giggling at the colored and exagerated tale that was told. "So," she thought, "this is how they see me. Well, I guess that's not so bad, and I sure get all the respect I want. I'll have to figure out a way to make use of it around here." At last, weary from all the excitement and the pummeling they had taken, all of them headed for their beds, to sleep the sleep of pure exhaustion. There were no thoughts of sex tonight! -------------------------------------------- It was mid-morning before Tina wakened and then, before waking the others, she sweated for over two hours with heavy, heavy weights to clear the cobwebs from her mind - four hours sleep is not enough for anybody, even a young fantastically-muscled amazon like Tina. Then she prepared a healthy brunch before calling on the others to 'come and get it!' Her mom and dad responded slowly, but cheered up at the sight and smell of sizzling bacon and eggs and home-fried potatoes. They tucked in with gusto, completely recovered from their last night's beating - but they eagerly discussed it! Mike was a different kettle of fish. He just couldn't get his eyes to stay open or his legs to keep him upright. Finally, Tina just got exasperated and took matters into her own hands. Stripping off the sweats she had put on to get brunch, she turned the shower to full 'cold', and then she leaned over the sleeping beauty and picked him up casually in her arms. Both of them were stark naked, and Mike was dopey until the moment his little sister stepped into the shower with him in her arms. "WOW!!!" That shook him awake and, struggle as hard as he could, he couldn't escape her grip of steel. "WOW!" He was now wide awake and ready for brunch - which, to tell the truth, he thoroughly enjoyed. Right after lunch, the older couple (fortyish is older?) went back to bed 'to rest up for their afternoon in the weightroom'. They were now getting to be so fit and Jan was so muscular and beautifully developed that Ted got an erection just watching her eat! And Jan was so horny, anyway, that screwing her husband two or three times after lunch just set her up nicely for the afternoon's session in the weightroom. Ted wasn't much into exercising after lunch, but he did work with the lighter weights - Jan and Tina insisted on it! - and he spotted Jan with the heavy weights she lifted, and he critiqued her posing routine. Jan was getting pretty good with that and, when Tina wasn't around, she poured a little more sex into it and that would lead to more love-making, right on Tina's bed. For an 'older' married couple, those two sure enjoyed a lot of screwing! After lunch, Mike said he had a phone call to make and took off for the front room. Tina suspected what that was about, and when Mike dragged himself back into the living room with a long face and unhappy expression. she was there to offer sympathy. "Well, Tina, I've been dumped by Barbara. I knew it couldn't last forever, she's a lot older and smarter than I am, and, while the sex was great, there has to be more to a relationship than that. But it sure was nice while it lasted. What am I going to do now, I wonder? I sure hate the thought of dating my old school friends or college girls. It would be no problem finding ones to date, but they all seem so immature after Barbara and you." Tina put her arm around her brother's shoulder, and pulled his head down onto her chest. She stroked his hair with her other hand and, when he stopped moaning, she hugged him gently. "Yes, Mike, I know what you mean. It's a blow, alright. But I'll do what I can to make it easier for you. The sex will be no problem - I'll screw you to death every day, and I'll make you want to come back for more until you just can't stand. Then I'll do the same thing the next day, and the day after, until whenever I look at you a certain way, you'll come in your pants - no matter where you are! As a matter of fact, that might be fun - for both of us. Maybe I'll get you so horny that I'll be able to seduce you over the phone - No! I won't seduce you - I'll RAPE you over the phone. Hey! I might even do it when you're with a girlfriend. That would be fun!" "For Christ sake, Tina! I want help, not to become my little sister's sex toy. Besides, I couldn't stand that kind of treatment for very long. I'd be dead, and you know it!" "Two things, brother dear. You've got a great physique and you're strong. But for what I have in mind, you'll have to be a lot stronger and a lot more fit. It's going to be hard work and you won't want to keep at it, but I'm going to insist - and, when I insist, I always get my way. Remember? So I'll lay out your program and I'll monitor it daily. When I think you're ready, then we can start to screw. And by that time, I think you'll get to like it - both the exercise and being fucked to death!" "Christ, Tina! But that's one thing. What's the other?" "The other is that when you're as strong and fit as I want you to be, then I'll let you out among the girls. I hate to say this, but when you start dating again, you'll be a real Don Juan. You'll have a great physique, you'll be strong and fit and able to dance all night long, you'll be able to screw anyone under the table and make them scream for more, and you'll be a beautiful, gorgeous motherfucker. You'll be chased by every female from babes-in-arms to their grandmothers! You're going to love it - WHEN I let you." Mike snuggled even deeper in his little sister's arms, and grinned. He knew it would hurt, but he also knew Tina would be as good as her word. He was beginning to look forward to the torture he was about to go through! Tina still held her brother close to her chest. "Mike, did you mean that when you said that other girls were immature compared to me? Why do you think that? Is it because of my muscles, how I can beat you up any time I want to? Is it because, stripped, I've got the body of a Greek god? Or is it because I can screw you and Jan and Ted out of your minds and leave you wanting more? Is that it?" "Well, Tina, it's all of those things, but it's a lot more, too. It's in your mind. The way you express your ideas and the strength with which you make sure they're followed. You've got a real strong will! And not only that. It's the way you relate to people, the way you treat older people like Mom and Dad, people in your peer group like Marty and Barbara, and younger people like me all as equals, and no matter how you screw us up, leave us loving you all the more. That's what makes you mature." "Why, Mike, what a nice thing to say! You are really a doll, and you deserve a big kiss for being so sweet. But what do you mean, 'my peer group like Marty and Barbara'. They're both way older than I am." "Maybe in years, but that's not the only way of judging peers. You're a match for them both, physically, mentally and sexually, and THEY consider you THEIR peers, no matter what your age is. I doubt if they even consider age when you're with them. They'll both be too busy trying to find a way to get you into bed with them. Think about it and you'll know I'm right." "Well, maybe, Mike, and here's the big kiss I promised you." and Tina lifted Mike's head from her chest and pressed her lips softly against his. He squirmed and moaned and stuck out his tongue, but his little sister just wriggled her lips and held him tight against her. "Enough for now, Mike, the day's a-wastin' and we've got to get started on that program of yours. First, we'll start with aerobics this afternoon, and then light lifting this evening with high reps, covering all of your muscle groups. That'll do to start and I'll go over a program with you at suppertime, and tomorrow we'll begin in earnest." And so they retired to the weightroom for the first day of the rest of Mike's life. As outlined by Tina over supper, the program she had devised for Mike was simple but strenuous - oh so strenuous! It took into account the fact that Tina and Mike would be starting back to school the following week. Mike was starting at a local university to which he would drive. Tina had another year to go at the High school. Meals, after the kids started back to school, would be Jan's responsibility - or maybe Ted's, if Jan played her cards right. In any case, starting at 6:00 in the morning, Mike would run for an hour, the distance increasing at a rate that made Mike groan. It was still a great deal less than the distance his sister would be covering at the same time, so when they arrived back at the house together, Tina could monitor Mike for an hour and a half while they did aerobics (crunches, push-ups, chins and dips) and then light weights with high reps till it was time for breakfast and then to school. After school, it was quite different. Tina and Mike were into heavy weights until suppertime, and after supper until ten o'clock, when Mike would switch to aerobics again - hot, fast aerobics (step-board, running in place, fast lunges and bounces and leaps) to get his heartbeats as high as they could get, and keep them at that level for an hour. Tina stayed with the heavy weights - and they got REALLY heavy after that. Then a shower and to bed. That program was intended to result in Mike being strong- very strong, fit - very fit, and agile- very agile, but with a slim, sinewy, tight physique with hard, round glutes, rippling abs, and hard-muscled arms and legs. Quite different from the large, bulky muscles of his dad, the rock-hard, striated, and rippling muscles of his mom and, of course, from the massive, herculean, tremendously powerful muscular physique of his young sister. Mike's body development program started right away and, after three months of hard labour, the results were outstandingly obvious. He was now about 6' and 180 lbs, but his muscular development was strikingly different. He was slim, with a graceful, upright carriage, and his striding walk and easy grin presented a picture of complete confidence. He was universally popular with his fellow students at the university, so far as they knew him, although that was not very well since he rarely participated in the extracurricular activities that occupied most of the spare time of the large student body. In spite of that, he was well known for his charismatic attitude and athletic good looks. Well known to both the female students, who were sure he was gay, and the male students, who were certain he was not. And none were able to understand his eager rush for home as soon as his classes were finished for the day. Not that his classmates didn't try to understand. He was way- laid daily by eager females ready to persuade him to join them in one or another of their favorite activities, but, invariably, he refused their invitations with a smile and hurried on home. He had to - Tina would slap him silly if he were late, and he would be subjected to an extra hour of heavy lifting or running on the TreadMill. While he really didn't mind the extra exercise - in fact, he was getting to enjoy it more and more - he sure didn't like the beating he would get. Two days out of the week, he did not go straight home. He went to the high school to help Marty out coaching the wrestling team - and he was really very good at that. After those three months of constant seven-day-a-week, 8-hour-a-day light and heavy workouts, Mike had developed a super-strong, super-fit, muscular physique just as Tina intended. However, there was one small digression. About two or three weeks into the program, Tina got concerned with the way Mike's skin was being dried out by the frequent showers, and started to give him, every night before he went up to bed, a complete body rub with a soft baby oil. Mike loved it. Mike would lie on a mat, stripped naked, and Tina, also stripped naked, would kneel by his side and anoint him with the oil. Starting with a head-rub, over his face and neck and shoulders, she would slather on the oil and massage it into his weary muscles. His chest and belly and groin, and then his thighs and calves. Then Tina would flip him over onto his belly and massage the muscles of his back and his glutes and his quadriceps. At last, she would pay close attention to his feet, caressing his ankles and arches and the soles of his feet lovingly and tenderly, before sliding her fingers around each of his toes. By the time that point was reached, Mike had an erection that drove him up the wall with the pain and frustration of never - ever - being allowed to ejaculate. When Tina had finished working him over with her strong hands, concluding with the application of a final coating of oil to his penis and testicles, she would slide his great engorged dong into a condom and there it would stay until removed by Tina in the morning - and woe betide the lad if there was a drop of semen in the oily rubber. No sex, when decreed by Tina, meant NO SEX! The nightly application of oil, accompanied by a small amount of shaving, resulted in the almost complete loss of body hair over all of Mike's torso. Tina found this very sensual. So did the girls in Mike's classes, and their eager puruit of him became more and more intense. And there were those men in the compulsory physical activities that displayed just as intense an interest in him in the showers. It was well that his wrestling abilities were so highly developed - and so well known! Even his coaching work, clad in a skimpy wrestling suit, resulted in the female audience of the practice matches getting much bigger, and, seemingly, more interested in him than in the matches. And some of those girls were REALLY mature. But, no matter, Mike's interests lay in his home, whether he liked it or not, and he was really getting to like it now that he was close to the goal Tina had set. He was now a super-strong, super-fit, super-gorgeous hunk, and everyone in the family was well aware of the changes he had achieved, and Ted and Jan were just as impressed with the result as Tina was. Maybe more so. Mike's classes were irregular at university, and often, during the week, he would be home early or, maybe, not go in at all. On those days, it was his practice to spend his time working out in the gym along with his mom and dad. In his posing briefs, gleaming with sweat from his ferocious workouts, Mike was the picture of lithe, rippling muscle, and both Jan and Ted would stare at him in admiration. Especially Jan! Jan was ready now for national level competitions, since, in spite of her 'advanced years'(God! She was over forty!), she had competed and won at the state level and the qualifying meets for pro status. Her workouts now were to refine the cuts and striations that defined her hard, bulging muscles, and to make sure the rippling, glistening ropes of muscle on her wide v-ed back, and the separated mounds of her frontal and lateral abs, and the corded, rock-hard muscles on her arms and legs were displayed so brilliantly that the judges would gasp, and the audience would rise to its feet with a roar of adulation. Even if the audience was composed of two very muscular, very admiring men that were her husband and her son! Her husband was well used to the sight and feel of those massive, rippling muscles, since they were used gleefully by Jan to subdue him and arouse him in their nightly sexual romps, and they left him sexually spent and defeated as she had her way with him to the very peak of her desire. But Mike was something else again. Jan could recall the birth of her infant son almost twenty years before, and the thought of that squawling baby boy developing into the handsome, muscular, lithe bodybuilder that she saw before her now, just drove her into spasms of sexual excitement. She was his mother, but she was also a woman with the same sexual needs and desires that the women in his university classes had - and they weren't looking at him almost naked, rippling with muscle and gleaming with sweat! Jan would get hot! Sexually, erotically HOT! It was on one of those off-days that Mike had had an especially gruelling exercise sequence, and he was sitting on the bed to relax and recover. Jan and Ted were working out together, but that was a particularly strenuous session as well. Jan was driving Ted as hard as she could, and it wasn't long before he collapsed in exhaustion on the bed alongside his son. Mike put his arms around his dad in sympathy, and grinned at his mom. "Jan, you're wearing the old fellow out. He just can't keep up with you now, even if he is the same age as you." "Hah! There's lots of life in him yet! Just you watch this and see what effect it has on him. He's not dead yet! You watch, too." And Jan left the weights and went over to the posing platform and began to pose. And how she began to pose! She flexed and twisted and bent and stood on her hands and spread her legs wide apart and did push-ups with her feet high in the air, and then she flipped in the air and landed on her feet. Grinning at her audience of two - Ted had recovered miraculously and was sitting beside Mike, with their arms around each other in the excitement of the action - Jan peeled off her sweatsuit, top and bottom, and naked! she began to pose in earnest. She flexed her arms and forearms, and did a double- biceps pose that rocked their minds. She twisted and thrust out the mountains of rock-hard and cut abdominal plates, and spread her feet and bent her knees - just a little - to ripple her bulging, valleyed thighs and she turned and the muscles on her back twisted and moved like pythons sliding across the wide shoulders down to the narrow waist and striated, muscular glutes, down to corded quads and diamond-hard, diamond-shaped calves that slid to ankles of marble and feet and toes that raised that magnificent torso up in the air - as her watchers collapsed on the bed in a fiery shower of ejaculated semen. The two men were naked now - still with one arm around the other - but the hand on the other arm was wrapped around the other's engorged and swollen cock and their lips were pressed together in a display of love that wife and husband, or mother and son, would find exciting - and maybe that's just what it was, using each other as a proxy for the golden amazon in their sexual fantasy. The men collapsed, but not in the same way! Ted was out cold, sexually and physically spent, and he was not likely to soon recover. Mike was out, but he had a wide grin on his face that indicated that pleasure - any kind of pleasure - was not far out of his mind. And no wonder! Tina, in her program to develop the physical muscles and stamina of her brother, had cut him out of sexual relief for the last three months. It had worked, he was now a magnificent physical specimen, but he was also a powerful animal with a forcibly suppressed need and desire for sex - and sex was what he had just had! Some sex, maybe sex by proxy, but the imposed inhibition was lifted - and he was ready for more! Much more! As soon as he regained his strength. Jan walked over to the two inert bodies on the bed and, with a quick and experienced look, figured out the way things were. "Hah!" she thought, "I think I can handle this. One down and one to go - and that one still has a long way to go!" Easily, she lifted the 200 hundred pounds of her husband up in her arms and trotted up the stairs - two flights - to their bedroom. There, she tucked her still unconscious husband and lover into their bed, gave him a loving kiss on his relaxed lips, and went back downstairs. Mike, her muscular, athletic, nineteen-year-old son, was now sitting up on his sister's bed, dazed but recovering fast. His mother, his muscular, athletic, and powerfully-built and beautifully-developed, amazon mother, with the gorgeous cover-girl face and hair, and the slithering gait of a stalking tiger, naked as the day she was born, crossed the room to stand before her spell-bound son. "Mother! You're fantastic! My God, your physique is out of this world and the way you flex and ripple your muscles drives me up the wall. God, and I thought you were the sexiest body-builder on earth when you first took me in armwrestling, months ago. And now! Look at you! You've changed so much! You're magnificent, and I want to look at you and touch you and slide my fingers over your rock-hard, rippling torso. Can I, Mom, please? Will you hold me the way you did when I was a baby, and fed me through those breasts and nipples you're teasing me with now." Jan said not a word. She just placed her hands on each side of her son's waist and lifted him up off the bed to stand towering over her, his chest against hers and his penis, now erect and rampant, tight against the cut and steely mounds of her flexing abs. She held him like that for a few minutes, until she could feel the pulse of an approaching orgasm rippling through his loins. Then she clamped her arms like a vice around his chest and expelled the breath from his lungs with a whoosh! He gasped for breath in his mother's arms, and his erection collapsed. Her baseball biceps and corded forearms relaxed their clamp on Mike's chest and slid down to enclose his glutes in fingers of steel. Then, as easy as lifting the baby he once had been - nineteen years ago! - she raised him off the ground until his sagging cock was against the lips of her mouth, and her tongue slid out and licked the tip of his cock, and he wasn't sagging anymore. His penis became a rod of steel - a long, thick, unyielding rod of steel that quivered at the touch of Jan's flickering tongue. Gently, Jan laid her strong, muscular, sexually-aroused son on his back on the bed and lay down on top of his squirming body. Holding his wrists in a vice-like grip with her small hands, she slowly, sensuously, slid her torso upwards over his, rippling the striated and cut muscles of her chest and her abdomen tightly against his thighs and his penis and his hard belly and his chest until her mouth met his and her lips closed over his gasping lips and she lay absolutely still. Not Mike! His thighs were still tense from the touch of Jan's breasts, and his cock was a rock-hard, long, thick erection from the rubbing that the mounds of his mother's steel-plate abs had given it as they slid over his oozing member, lubricated by the flow of cum that now poured from his pulsing penis. His nipples were protruding from his chest, as big and hard as thumbs, but so sensitive from their unaccustomed arousal that the slightest pressure of his mother's striated pecs made him scream with pain. Scream, but silently, because his mouth was captured inside Jan's, and his tongue was pulled, from its root to its tip, into a rough tight tunnel that clamped him deep inside her throat. Her lips now closed tightly over his, and her wide upper lip sealed off his nostrils, and she took a great, deep inhalation, and his very breath was sucked from his lungs. As Jan expanded her deep chest, the air that was in Mike's lungs was drawn into her own lungs and as she flexed her abs, her powerful diaphragm contracted and expelled that air through her nose. In reverse, as she compressed her iron abs, fresh air, through her nose, filled her lungs, and this, as her chest relaxed, was forced into Mike's lungs - and he had air. Like this, Mike lay on his back completely inert, completely helpless, with his eyes closed and his cock, rigid and rock-like, fully erect, while Jan lay relaxed on top of his now perspiring torso, and kept the breath of life pumping into his body just as it had once before as he lay in her womb. For almost half an hour, they lay like that, Jan fully relaxed and loving the erotic arousal she was experiencing from, once again, providing through her body, all of the life of her son - no longer an infant, but now a strapping, beautiful adult - while he lay helpless and dependent in her arms. As they lay there, her arousal became hotter and hotter, and the feel of his great, engorged dong pressing tight against the rippling muscles of her belly drove her into a wild and violent orgasmic explosion. She errupted in an unholy gush of creamy fluid from the depths of her vagina, and her arms spasmed and her legs spasmed and Mike went flying from her onto the floor. He lay there, gasping for his own breath once more, until Jan, recovering from her own cataclysm, leaned over him and picked him up in her arms. But he was not Ted! He had been as helpless as a new-born babe, but he had been aware, through the whole episode, that he was undergoing a sexual experience like he'd never had before. IT HAD BEEN WONDERFUL! He was hot and horny and he knew who had made him like that! His mother! And he now lay in her powerfully-muscled arms! "Godalmighty, Mother! I love you! With all my heart and all my body, I love every fucking inch of you! My mother, my lover, and my great, strong, beautiful Greek god! Please, hold me tight in your arms and take me deep inside you and screw me till I'm dead! Please! Please! Please!" Jan brushed her lips lightly across Mike's and whispered softly in his ear, "Mike, I surely will. Now prepare to be screwed like you've never been screwed before. You've made me just as hot and horny as you are, and I know just how to get rid of that feeling. I hope you'll recover bye and bye." And Jan was just as good as her word. Hours later, when Jan lay depleted and spent alongside the barely conscious body of her son, she smiled a happy smile and ran her hand over the hairless, silky-smooth skin that covered his chest and belly, and over his cock and his balls, now flacid and limp. He showed no response at all to the gentle ministrations from the small but strongly-muscled hand that slid over his chest and fondled his red and swollen but fully retracted nipples. That hand slid between his legs and softly caressed the crack of his ass where dark- colored body fluids still stained the collapsed and sore-looking ring of his anus. No response, apart from a murmured groan, came from the exhausted youth. His mother's soft touchings continued. Her toes slid up his hard, muscular calves, then curled over his still feet and tickled the sensitive soles of his feet - with no respnse. That strong, fit, horny, nineteen- year-old athlete had become a whimpering lump of inert flesh at the hands of the superbly-developed, powerfully-muscled, fantastic physique of his own mother. Her figure, with the muscles and form of a Greek god when erect and tensed, lay soft and relaxed and smooth, with the lissome curves of a centre-fold model. Her hair was a complete mess, shaggy and damp, but her face glowed with a radiance that spoke of complete contentment with a task well done, a task that had provided her with the ultimate in physical and sexual satisfaction. "Mike," she whispered into the inattentive ear of her inert son, "I've never, since I married your father over twenty years ago, had sex with any other man. I've had the opportunity - I'm good-looking and I've always had a good figure, so lots of men have come on to me pretty strongly - and I've often been tempted, but I've never found it that difficult to say 'No'. Ted has always provided me with all the sexual satisfaction I wanted. Until now. I guess it's the fantastic muscular development and physical fitness your sister has driven me to, but, in the last few months, I've developed a sexual appetite you wouldn't believe and I've become so horny that Ted can't satisfy me anymore. God, he tries! And we've both become so strong and fit and well-developed that we perform in bed like a couple of newly-weds. Better! We never, in our early twenties, in our dreams, were able to do what we do now - and we LOVE it! But, Mike, for me, it's still not enough. I end a session with Ted out cold, completely exhausted, and I'm still as horny as ever. But I've never considered having sex with another man. Until tonight! With my son! Seeing you two there on the bed after my posing demonstration, both of you collapsed and covered with cum, and you with that stupid grin on your face, just aroused the beast in me. Both of you naked, especially you, exposing your smooth, silky, hairless, beautifully-muscled body, drove me up the wall, and I knew I wanted YOU. Oooh, so badly! I got rid of Ted, dumping him into our bed, and then came down to get you. To get you! Even if it meant raping my own son! But it didn't come to that, did it? I've never seen a man so eager to get screwed in my life - and I took full advantage of it! Christ! Tina must have had you on a very short rein, sex- wise, while she worked on developing your physique and your fitness. And it worked. You've developed a fantastic physique - you're a beautiful boy, Mike! - and, I can say from personal experience, you're the fittest man I know! Wow! Are you ever! I've never been screwed so thoroughly and for so long in my life! Of course, my darling baby, neither have you!" Jan rested a while, then picked Mike up in her arms and carried him into the shower. Holding him up, draped over her broad shoulder, she washed him thoroughly, dried him with soft towels, and carried him up to bed. As she laid him down on the sheet, a guiet smile came across his face, and he reached up to put both arms around his mother's neck. "Kiss me goodnight, Mommy. I'm tired." Jan bent over and gave the weary boy a gentle kiss right on his lips. "Goodnight, baby!" she whispered, and smiled as he snuggled under the covers and fell sound asleep. Jan sighed a deep sigh and trotted downstairs to change the soiled sheets on Tina's bed, and then she went up to her own bed and crawled in beside her still-sleeping husband. She slid her arm around him and gave him a loving kiss, but that pwerfully-muscled amazon was also exhausted by her sexual labours that afternoon, and there were no erotic feelings in her touchings, and she, too, fell into a deep sleep. That afternoon, when Tina arrived home from school, she was surprised at the quiet in the house. She checked the weightroom, usually occupied by two or three perspiring bodies, busily clanging weights. No one there! So she checked the bedrooms - all full - with Jan, Ted, and Mike all dead to the world! A light glimmered, and when she viewed the smiling express- ions on all three faces, it shone brightly! They had been screwing! OKay for Jan and Ted, but Mike had been specifically forbidden any form of sex, at least until he had developed his physique and his endurance to satisfy Tina's requirements. Judging by the look on his face and Jan's, he had certainly satisfied SOMEONE's requirements, and there was going to be hell to pay for that! Tina considered her options and made a reasonable decision. If all three of them were now ready to screw and to be screwed - so be it! They would be screwed. And how, they were going to be screwed! But she was going to be the one to do the screwing! Starting now. And she'd let them all know all about it at dinner. So, letting the three unsuspecting screwees lie un- disturbed (they WERE going to need all the strength they could get!), Tina went down to prepare a magnificent dinner. Roast beef, baked potatoes, yorkshire pudding, peas, and carrots, and she defrosted a big apple pie for dessert, and brewed a pot of coffee. (At the age of fifteen, she was now a far better chef than her mother was!) And a large bottle of red wine to go along with the roast beef. The meal prepared, the table set, Tina wakened the sleeping family and invited them all down to a late, but informal, dinner. "C'mon down. Everything's ready. Just come as you are and we can relax." Tina called up. With the delicious aromas wafting up from the kitchen, they didn't need to be called twice. After an enjoyable and satisfying meal, the whole family extended their compliments to the chef, and sat relaxing over a cup of coffee. Then Tina dropped her bombshell! "Listen, all of you. There is something I want to tell you. You may have become aware of it over the last few months, as your muscles have gotten bigger and harder, and your physical endurance has become so much greater, or maybe you haven't, but there has been another change in all of you as well. I got a special powder, and I've slowly been slipping it into your food. It's an aphrodisiac, and it won't hurt you in any way, but it will sure make you horny. I know. I tried it out on myself for a week, and I nearly exploded with desire! I stopped using it before I raped all of you, but it was close. I didn't need it anyway. Not at all. My weightlifting has built up my muscles and my strength, and it's also given me a horrendous sexual appetite. I'm as horny as hell, and now so are you! I know it because, lately, you, Jan, have been screwing everything in sight. It must be a combination of the powder and the massive strength you've developed. I realized it just in time to save Ted and Mike from terrible deaths - terrible, because it would have been you that killed them and not me! It's now my intention to kill all three of you - or come damn close! - in a way I think you'll really like. And Jan, you'll be first!" The three of them listened with their mouths agape, amazed at what they'd been told, and realizing, from their own feelings, that it was true. Jan recovered first. "Hey, no way am I going to lie down and let you screw me. I'll pick my own partners, thank you, and maybe you'll be one of them - and maybe not! But no daughter of mine - even if she HAS the physique of a Greek god and the strength of Hercules - is going to tell me who I can screw and who I can't!" Tina grinned. "Well, mother dearest, let's find out. Let's go into the front room and decide. You two can come along to watch but if you interfere in any way, I'll break your fingers." And so they all retired to the front room. Ted and Mike sat on the sofa, quiet but eagerly waiting for the struggle that was about to ensue. A battle of Amazons, and each of the men were cheering, silently, for their own favorite. They suspected the outcome, for them, would be the same, whoever won, but a familiar devil would be easier to take, so Ted favored Jan and Mike favored Tina, and both just held their breath, anticipating mayhem. "Well, Jan, you came to dinner pretty quickly after I called, so I don't think you're wearing anything under that gown. So slip it off, and I'll get out of this sweatsuit, and I'll be stripped, too. Then I can show you just what you're up against, so you can submit without a painful struggle." Suiting action to words, Tina shrugged out of her sweats, first the top, revealing a torso that was bulging with hard, vascular muscle, cut and rippling as Tina stretched and flexed; her massive biceps, her wide, thick traps, the rock-hard mounds of muscle on her valleyed abs, and the squirming pythons rippling across her broad back, all showing the result of years of pumping tons of iron. Then she slid out of her slacks, and the hollowed, marble glutes, the corded quads, the deep cuts and valleys of her massive thighs, and the diamonds of her bulging calves stood out like a stripped, exaggerated anatomy model, but moving and rippling and flexing until the watchers just gaped in awe. But Jan recovered fast. Sure, she was impressed, but she was no slouch in the muscle department, either. Slowly, she stood up straight in front of her fifteen-year-old daughter and clasped her hands behind her neck. She'd slid her arms out of her gown and it now rested like a strapless sheath across her chest, supported by her firm breasts. She flexed her arms and her biceps stood up like softballs above her broad shoulders and she expanded her deep chest and expanded her wide lats and the gown split down the sides and slid slowly off her breasts. She wriggled her hips and now her gown slid down over her hard, round glutes, over the cut and striated mounds of muscle in her thighs and the thick curved bulges of her calves, and dropped to lie in a heap on the floor. She had stripped herself naked by simply flexing her massive muscles. It was impressive - and erotic! Tina nodded appreciatively, and spoke. "OK, you two guys, get out of here. Go up to bed, go down to the weightroom, go anywhere in the house, but don't come back until I call you. Or," she grinned, "until someone calls you." No use making Jan too mad - that might get the adrenalin flowing! The two men left - scurried, actually, to get out of there before Tina put her threat into practice and started breaking fingers. They suspected an Amazonian battle royal was about to start, and they didn't want to be witnesses. And they were right! The two naked women circled each other, arms outstretched. Their bare feet padded on the thick rug, and two pairs of powerfully-muscled legs, cut and valleyed quads and thighs tensed above diamond-hard calves as the combatants looked for an opening - any opening that would give an advantage. Their hands came together, struggled briefly, and separated, and came together again and held and twisted and pulled and pushed as the contest moved to the sinewy arms and shoulders and chests of the two antagonists and their muscles flexed and rippled and the hawsers of twisting muscle snaked like pythons across their broad backs and bulging traps. Their arms rose high in the air and their chests collided, and each of their steel-plated sets of abdominal muscles pressed against the other's and their pubic mounds rubbed together, above their sweating thighs. The sweat was pouring off both the valiantly struggling amazons and running down their faces and chests and abs and thighs, and their backs, from their wide, rippling shoulders to their rock- hard glutes, were glistening. Then Tina leaned backwards, farther and farther, still holding Jan's hands high over her head, until Jan's torso bent far forward and her feet lost their grip on the ground. Before Jan could wrap her now freed legs around Tina's waist, as she tried to do, Tina dropped Jan to the ground on her ass with a resounding 'thump'. Then one of Tina's legs went over Jan's shoulder, enclosing her arm, and sweeping her down and around to lie between Tina's thighs, as Tina dropped to her knees on the floor. Like a striking cobra, Tina reached back and seized one of Jan's ankles in each hand and pulled them forward under her armpits, clamped her arms around them and leaned forward. She snaked her arms around Jan's chest, enclosing her own thigh, and squeezed. And squeezed! Jan screamed - at least, she tried to! Her knees were being ground into her ears and she was bent double. She couldn't breathe - let alone scream! A few seconds later, just before Jan blacked out, Tina released her and jumped to her feet. Slowly. Jan unwound herself from her cramped-up position, just in time for Tina to thrust her arms around Jan's shoulders from behind and lock her hands behind her neck, in a vicious full-nelson. She pushed Jan forward to lie flat on the ground, and she lay down on top of her with her legs entwining Jan's. She spread her legs, and Jan's spread further. Then she pulled her knees up to be opposite her waist and braced her bare feet on the floor. Then. in a tremendous display of strength, she rocked backwards until her feet were under her and carrying all of her weight. And all of Jan's weight as well! Then she raised herself into an upright position, still holding Jan in front of her in a full nelson. Upright, she bent Jan forward until her ass, slippery with sweat, slid up along Tina's thighs, and pubic mound, and abs, till it rested tight against Tina's chest. Tina's pecs flexed and rippled, and Jan's muscular, striated glutes rose higher until they pressed tightly against Tina's questing lips. And there Tina held her mother! Bent double, upside down, comfortably in her daughter's arms, and her daughter's lips nibbling lasciviously at her mother's anal ring. And right behind Tina's lips came Tina's tongue, licking and pushing until it was deep inside Jan's anal cavity. And Jan wasn't screaming any more. She was moaning, a soft, quivering moan that was music to Tina's ears. It meant that somehow, in that powerful physical struggle between mother and daughter, between a champion-level body-builder and a fifteen-year-old schoolgirl, between an over-sexed Amazon, with the body of a Greek god and the face of a cover-girl, and a super-horny female Hercules, the tenor had changed from a battle for physical superiority to a battle for sexual dominance and the unchallenged victor, the undoubted champion, was the new and powerful Mistress of the Household - Tina! To celebrate her victory, Tina laid her mother on the couch and lay down beside her. She ran her hands softly over Jan's aching muscles, and patted away the soaking sweat. Then she placed her lips on her mother's soft, quivering mouth and spread her mother's lips with hers. Her tongue slid inside the warm saliva-filled cavity and forced open the unresisting teeth. The two tongues entwined and licked each other dry, then, with a powerful suction that came right from the belly, Tina sucked that other tongue deep inside her throat. While their mouths communed, Tina was busy, gently manipulating Jan's breast with one hand, tweaking a turgid nipple until it stood up hard and erect like a little penis, and softly rippling the fingers of her other hand over the oozing opening to the body-builder's tunnel of love. Siding her fingers inside her mother's creamy vagina, Tina found the hot spot and gently massaged it until Jan was squirming with desire and moaning with sexual pleasure. A smooth twitching of those eager fingers, and Jan gave out a muffled scream, and a physical convulsion, and erupted in a violent orgasm that contracted every one of the great, powerful muscles of her amazon body and flung both of them from the couch to the floor in a tremendous spasm. Jan's released mouth gave out a mournful wail, and she grabbed Tina with both of her hands and pulled her tight against her naked, muscular torso. "Tina, my wonderful Hercules and my sexy and masterful lover, what have you done to me? I exploded in an orgasm like I've never had before, and I still want you! Take me again, my darling daughter! Love me and seduce me and make me yours again! O God, Tina, you're fantastic! Hold me against you and flex your muscles and make me come and come and come. Darling! Lover! I want you! I love you! And my whole being is completely yours!" "Jan, no one has ever had a mother as sexy and beautiful and strong as you. Just looking at you makes me desire you and want to feel you against me from the tip of your toes to the top of your head. You're mine, and I'm going to take you and crush you in my arms, and press my pecs against your breasts until your nipples burst out like cocks, and I'll suck them into my passage of love, one after the other, and let the muscles of my vagina flex and ripple till I've drained every ounce of your milky fluid into my cunt and out over the rocky mounds of my belly, while my lips enclose your silky twat and my tongue strokes your turgid clit until it swells so I can caress it with my teeth. Then my tongue and my throat and my powerful chest will invade the depths of your body and pull the air from your lungs until your great chest collapses and your strong, muscular arms drop by your side, and your thick quads and your diamond calves turn into mush as you fall into that state of rapture that explodes in an orgasm that would propel us both across the room if you weren't so completly drained and weak that its only effect is a muffled moan. And then I'll turn you over and push my head between your valleyed thighs and let my lips pulse at your anal ring until it swells and relaxes with desire, and my long flickering tongue can enter your asshole and ream it out till the body fluids it dams break loose with the ecstasy of the moment and flush out in a breaker wave to join your semen and mine, and the sweat from us both, in between our tangled torsos." "Oh YESSS! My Lord and my Master and my Superman lover. Take me and screw me and fill me with desire and ecstasy, and drain me and leave me as limp and powerless and naked as the babe that once you were - fifteen years ago! God! My darling daughter! I want you -just like you said! Please! Please! TAKE me - just like you said!" And Tina did! Ted and Mike never did come back into the living room. Anticipating Armageddon, they decided discretion was the better part of valour and slipped quietly into their beds. But not to sleep. Ted just lay awake and wondered what was happening between his foxy, horny, beautiful wife and his young, attractive, Amazon daughter. Then he heard light footsteps trotting up the stairs. He knew well that the victor was bearing the vanquished up to bed, to rejoice in her victory - but! Who was which? He soon found out! Into the room strode Tina, naked and wringing wet from the shower she'd just stepped out of, and in her arms, lying limply with her eyes closed and a silly grin on her face, was the powerful, hard-muscled torso of his sexy, cover-girl wife, also dripping wet, with her arms looped around her daughter's neck. Tina walked over to the bed and deposited the champion body-builder she carried onto the mattress beside her naked husband, now wide awake and ogling this scenario of beauti- ful, massively-muscled women, his wife and his daughter, stripped to the skin and smelling, as he now realised, of some expensive and lust-arousing scent. As the aroma of the perfume wafted over him, he felt the beginning of a strong sexual arousal coursing through his loins. He glanced at Jan but, in spite of the contented expression on her face, she was completely limp - completely unconscious, in fact - and obviously in no condition to care about his rising and stiffening penis. He glanced at Tina - and just as quickly looked away again as he recognised, in her eager grin, the fate that was about to overcome HIM! His daughter was about to rape him - just as she had no doubt raped her mother, and while his mind rebelled at the incestuous act, his body responded eagerly to the sweet-smelling, powerfully-muscled torso in front of his eyes, rippling from the thick, corded arms, through rock-hard abdominal plates, to cut and valleyed thighs and calves. He looked at the magnificent amazon standing, relaxed in front of him, and his own strong, muscular physique reacted the only way it could. His erection became massive, and his arms reached out to enclose Tina's neck, and that grinning schoolgirl swept him up in her arms and trotted downstairs with him, down to the room she loved best, the weightroom, and laid him on the bed. The friction of her wet, naked body against his steaming muscles on the journey downward had brought him to the edge of orgasm, and he lay on the bed in a sweat of anticipation. What now? Tina grinned, and kissed Ted softly on the lips, (and his lust grew even more!) then stood up and moved away to the posing platform he had last seen used by his wife and lover when her erotic display of dancing musculature had forced him to a wonderful orgasm, right in the arms of his son. That had left him inert and unconscious until he woke up, still drained, in his own bed. "Gad!", he thought, "surely that won't happen again! The orgasm is great, but I want to be conscious enough to feel those fantastic muscles on Tina's physique close against me, and to be held inside my darling daughter as she sucks my cum from me with the hot and rippling muscles of her tunnel of love." Ted sat up in anticipation, and watched Tina as she faced him, relaxed and grinning. "Hold on, Ted." she said, leeringly, "There's something I have to do before I pose in front of you. I'm soaking, but that's just water and perfume, and that doesn't look quite right when I'm standing absolutely still and relaxed in front of your eager eyeballs, and when my muscles start rippling and the pythons on my back curl and wind, and my abs suck in and the hollows across my belly deepen, and the valleys running up and down my thighs turn to stone while you look at them. No, it doesn't look right, so i"m going to replace it with glowing perspiration - hot, glistening sweat! So just relax a minute while I lift a few weights to get my adrenalin going. It won't take long!" And it didn't. Tina stepped over to the weight rack and selected a barbell loaded with a weight that would provide a challenge - 200 lbs!. First she curled it - ten times, then she pressed it - ten times, then tricep exten- sions, from behind her neck, - ten times. Then bent-over rows, then toe- raises - one foot at a time, and her warm-up was over! She replaced the barbell she held in her hands with another, loaded to 400 lbs. She squatted, dead-lifted, and bench-pressed that tremendous weight - a weight that her strong, muscular dad, sitting pop-eyed on the bed, couldn't even raise one end of up from the rack! He was gasping in amazement at the physical per- formance of his heavily-perspiring daughter, now gleaming with sweat from head to toe. She dropped the weights at last, and bounced on flexing toes over to the posing platform and switched on the revealing spotlights. There she stood, pumped to the max, glistening with perspiration, and every muscle on her powerful physique rippled and quivered and swelled and turned into polished marble as she slowly, sensuously, turned in the blazing light. Her biceps rose and peaked, supported by hard and valleyed triceps, and counter-balanced by thickly muscled forearms that tapered to slim, square wrists and tendonned fists. Her delts rose like gleaming mounds above traps that spread like bulbous wings supporting striated pecs that pushed her grapefruit breasts straight out in front of her massive chest. The valleyed mounds of rippling muscle that spread from her chest to her swelling pubic mound put Hercules' storied abs to shame. Her thighs were valleyed and cut, and each was only a fraction bigger around than her narrow, muscled waist. Her calves were diamond-hard and diamond-shaped and slimmed to muscular ankles and strong feet and tendonned toes. As Tina slowly rotated on the posing platform, the mighty cords of muscle crossing her wide and sweating back, from her bulging shoulders to the valleys of her waist, writhed like pythons crushing a greek god, but held in thrall here by a more powerful force. Flat, hollowed, striated glutes slid downward into the valleys and rock-hard hills of her great quads, and Tina, from in front or from the back, glowed with sweat that poured out over a massive, muscular, sensuous, female torso. That vision was wasted on the eager, horny, hard-muscled, tremendously-fit physique that was her dad's because, in spite of his most earnest intentions, he had again experienced wild and explosive orgasms that left him, still conscious, but without a rigid bone - including the one that counted most! - in his entire body. Tina wasn't really surprised - she knew the effect diplaying her fantastic physique had on the men in her life - and on the women, too! - and she knew how to overcome it! And that's what she proceded to do. Slinking over to her collapsed dad, she slid her hands underneath his torso and lifted him straight up, like a barbell but much more limp and much, much lighter. With a hand under his glutes and a hand supporting his broad, muscular back, Tina held his flacid penis to her soft lips and breathed softly on the large, bulbous head. She ran her tongue under the long, loose fore- skin and tasted the salty-sweet taste of his creamy cum. Her teeth closed gently over his cum-slick glans and nibbled softly. She was not surprised when his penis began to swell and harden and grow longer as it slid past her nibbling teeth into the warm, slippery cavity of her firming mouth. Nor did it shock her when that reviving cock slid slowly beyond her mouth into her receptive throat, and when it grew longer and thicker and harder as that great prick became fully engorged and excited and, on its own, began to writhe and slip into and out of its encapturing tunnel. Along with the rejuvenating cock, Ted's whole torso was stiffening and twisting and return- ing to eager and lusty life. He moaned loudly and long, and his hands closed around his daughter's head to press his cock further and harder into her throat that was now rippling and sucking and holding him tight. His whole physique was now alive and hard and eager for sex as he lay stretched in Tina's arms high above the bed. Tina grinned in approval and, without moving a single muscle in her amazonian physique except for those that rippled in her throat, started to jerk off her dad like he'd never been jerked off before! Ted moaned and groaned and now tried to push his daughter's head away to relieve the awful tension on his cock and balls, but he didn't stand a chance. Tina held him in her hands and her throat rippled and sucked until his balls spewed out their semen and the explosion drove his cock, despite her strongest efforts, right out of her mouth, and her dad right out of her hands, onto the bed below. Tina's belly was full of a fresh load of cum, and her throat was full, and her mouth was full to the brim, and the male that had shot his wad was lying stretched on the bed, moaning in delirious delight. Tina was not about to waste that full supply of the smooth cream that filled her mouth. No, indeed! She had a use for that. Sliding her corded forearms under her Daddy's torso, she rolled him over onto his belly then, with her powerful hands on his slim hips, she raised his ass into the air so that he rested on his knees and chest. She placed his arms comfortably down by his sides and slid onto her knees between his legs. Then, leaning forward over his back, she put her arms around his great, muscular chest and softly caressed his now turgid breasts. His nipples rose up as he moaned softly, and turned as hard as stone. His cock was now returning to the rock-hard, long, and rigid state it had become accustomed to from the ministrations of his powerfully-muscled, powerfully-sexed wife and lover, but this was not his wife's physique that was now driving him up the wall and arousing his erotic fantasies. It was that of his fifteen-year-old daughter, the seed of his loins, he had nurtured through a sickly childhood and encouraged and supported in her early development into a strong, muscular little girl. And who now had taken over her own development and become a mighty-thewed, thickly-muscled goddess with the sex-drive of Pan and the strength of Hercules - and the beauty of Aphrodite and the will of Apollo, in spite of her relative youth. It was the soft, silken skin over the rippling steel muscles of the young girl, holding him so firmly and softly and strongly, that wakened his sexual desires and made him into an eager, weary supplicant for the incestuous pleasure - and torture - he knew was about to come. And it came! As her dad responded erotically to the soft caressings of his stiffening nipples, and as his cock developed a massive erection, Tina opened her cum-filled mouth and let the creamy fluid flow gently between the firm mounds of his protruding ass. It ran down the crack of his ass, into the ring of his anus, and that started to twitch as the thick cream, warmed in Tina's mouth, was sucked inside that anal canal. Right after the cream came a long, flickering tongue that slid all around the twitching asshole and slid inside, further and further, to spread and soften the anal ring. The licking and wriggling of that rough tongue on the inside walls of Ted's anus caused the entire muscle structure of his rectum to collapse completely and his bowels to release their slushy contents. Those contents - a pile of shit - poured over Tina's face and ran down her chin to drip onto the bed below. Not the first time, and certainly not to be the last, that body fluids outside the body would be a by-product of carnal activity, and not anything that would bother a sexy, sensual antagonist. It didn't bother Tina, who thrust her tongue inward one last time and then withdrew it, to replace it with a finger. One finger, then two, then three, and Ted wailed in agony. Tina stopped. "Was she going too fast?" she thought, "Nah! Ted was strong and could stand a little pain, especially when the end result was going to be such a lot of pleasure - sexual pleasure." So Tina pressed a bit more and Ted's asshole spread wide open, and all of Tina's hand slid into the now loose and empty anal cavity. Ted moaned woefully and wept with the pain. Tears poured from his eyes and ran down his cheeks, and the whole of his physique was lax and limp. He didn't have the strength to move a single muscle. At least, not willfully. Unwillingly was something else! Ted's long, hard cock was still rigidly erect, and it thrust forward between his spread legs, aching for relief from the powerful turgidity. Tina grinned. She'd had experience. She knew just exactly what to do when she had her whole small strong hand in a man's rectum and he had a rigid, standing cock eager for a sexual explosion, as Ted's was ready, ready, and READY! She twisted her hand at the wrist and started to massage, gently, from the inside, from the backside, the base of that outstanding erection. The testicles stood up, the penis sprang outward, pulsing and quivering in unison with the gentle, persistent stroking it was getting from its most sensually sensitive centre, but prevented, by subtle pressures applied by his master's knowing fingers, from a relieving eruption. Ted screamed with the frustration and pain and fell completely unconscious in his tears on his face on the bed. Now, carefully, Tina slid around and under her father's thick, muscled, dead-limp chest, keeping her hand right up his ass, and slipping the soft, creaming lips of her labia right over the great, quivering head of his rampant penis. Then, slowly, she engorged the entire long, thick weapon inside the pulsing walls of her tunnel of love. She flexed the poweful muscles of her vagina and that rigid cock was pushed almost out. Then she applied just a little touch of pressure on a sensitive spot with her fingers and the cock drove back inside her to its full great length. Flex, and out! Touch, and in! Flex, touch, flex, touch! And Tina laughed in glee! She had a real live human dildo, and she could screw herself! She could give herself the kind of screwing that no one else ever could and her dildo would never wear out. Or would it? Better not put it to the test. So Tina drove her father's cock deep into her soaking cunt for the last time and released her restraints on his testicles - and Ted, still unconscious, exploded in the most massive ejaculation he had ever known. So massive, his cock was blown out of his rapist's pussy and her hand was driven from his asshole. So massive that Tina, too, exploded in a thundering orgasm that lifted her right off the bed onto the mats on the floor. She, of the herculean physique, was now completely exhausted herself, and it was only by the strength of her iron will that she was able to lift up her dad from her soaking bed, wash him off in the shower, and carry him up to his bed. There she dropped him, beside the still sleeping form of his wife and lover, and dragged her exhausted torso down into her own bed. It was a stinking, filthy mess and Tina looked at it with disgust. "To hell with it! I'm just as filthy as it is. I'll clean it up tomorrow." and so saying, she dropped into the stinking mess and fell into a sound, dreamless sleep. She'd earned it! Jan and Ted tonight! Mike tomorrow! Continued in TINA9