Young Muscle Lover *Kate* [A.U.] | #GoG

[darklexis19]

a story I found about an older muscle woman who loves young muscle women

Young Muscle Lover

Part One

The bikini top was just large enough to cover my nipples. The salesgirl was
appraising the overall look and judged that both top and bottom were a good
fit. When she found out I was in my mid-forties, her face wore a look of
disbelief.

My daughter Sophie agreed with the salesgirl.

"Wow" she exclaimed with a look of wonder.

My reflection in the mirror had changed dramatically in the last three years
and I had a renewed self confidence that transcended my looks.

It all started one dismal Tuesday morning when I slipped in the shower at my
apartment. The ink wasn't dry on the divorce papers and I hated the prospect
of dating again. At a size sixteen, I faced limited possibilities unless the
guy was a chubby chaser.

My ankle looked puffy and red. When I tried to stand up, burning pain shot
thru my leg. Somehow, I made it to the emergency room and x rays confirmed a
fracture.

Back in my apartment, with a cast over my ankle, I felt like a hopeless loser.
I found solace in a bottle of bourbon for a few days but hated waking up with
a hangover.

From childhood my body type was referred to as "big boned" or zaftig. I
suffered thru the never ending comments by relatives,

"She has such a pretty face. If she lost some weight ... "

My mother was the "eat everything on your plate" type who grew up in the
Depression. Food was the cure for all ills. Feeling depressed? Have a piece of
pie. Bomb the math test? Have some ice cream. No date for the senior prom? Eat
an entire box of candy.

My roommate in freshman year at college convinced me to start jogging. After
several months, I lost enough to drop two sizes and met my future husband,
Jerry.

I remained a size ten until my daughter was born and ballooned to a size
eighteen. For the next twenty years, I struggled with my weight. I tried every
fad diet that came down the pike and enjoyed some success. But, inherently
most failed and I usually gained back more than I lost.

I owned most of the workout tapes with celebrity names. Nothing worked until
by a quirk of fate, I broke my ankle.

After the cast was removed, my medical insurance paid for six weeks of
therapy. Jocelyn, the physical therapist at the hospital fitness center,
inquired about my level of activity. For the next twenty minutes, I related my
lifetime struggle with my body.

"Do you want to make a positive and life long change in your appearance?" She
inquired with sincerity.

Of course I said yes but Jocelyn's formula for a life altering change was
practical and filled with common sense. Eat less, increase cardio output and
incorporate weights into my exercise regimen.

At first it sounded too simple but by the end of my rehab, I was walking over
2 miles on the treadmill. With the decrease in calories, my clothes were loose
and at Jocelyn's urging, I joined the fitness center.

Five days a week, Jocelyn oversaw my exercise regimen. She incorporated
weights into the equation and the flab seemed to gradually melt away. I was
jogging over 3 miles on the treadmill and for the first time in a long time, I
wasn't out of breath walking up a flight of stairs.

For twelve months, I dedicated myself to morning workouts and discovered that
I wasn't big boned as a child, just fat. My reflection in the mirror revealed
a trim figure I had never seen before.

I was growing bored with my routine and researched different workouts but
nothing interested me until I read a women's natural body building magazine.
The women in the magazine were lean and muscled without appearing bulky.

When I approached Jocelyn with my desire to look like one of the featured
women in the magazine, she agreed to train me but I had to entrust complete
control of the regimen to her.

"How long will it take until I look like them?" I asked.

"It takes a lot of dedication and hard work." She stated factually.

Jocelyn was about 5' 5" with a lean hard body look that was similar to the
women in the magazine. I was envious of her physique from my first day of
rehab. With her long brown hair and pretty face, she radiated feminine charm.

Jocelyn recommended some muscle enhancing supplements and I spent a week
researching the pros and cons. In the end, I decided on their usage but in
conservative amounts. After twelve months of hard work, my body had a hard and
defined appearance.

My daughter Sophie came for a weekend visit. She had graduated from college
and was starting a new job out of state. I was stretching in the den wearing a
sports bra and shorts when she came in the room with a shocked look on her
face.

"What's wrong?" I asked with some concern.

"Nothing, I'm just admiring your body" she said with delight.

I was proud of my accomplishment and pleased that she noticed.

"Are they real?" She asked inquisitively looking at my arms.

I flexed my right arm and a small peach size ball sprouted on my upper arm.
Sophie gently squeezed my bicep.

"Gosh Mom, it's hard as a rock." She declared.

I was sure that I blushed. Everyone at the gym noticed my transformation and
complimented me on my new appearance.

From the start, I thought my new body would attract oodles of men. However,
most of the men seemed to be intimidated by my physical look. Except for a few
dates, my love life was non-existent. My only sexual outlet was masturbation
and while I found my "toys' satisfying, I wanted the closeness of a
relationship.

Strangely, it was the women at the gym who seemed to take notice. Their
compliments and reactions bolstered my ego and it appealed to me in a way that
I had a hard time identifying. At first, it was thrilling but when I recalled
some of the comments or looks, I got a tingly feeling in my body.

One morning I was running on the treadmill when Jocelyn told me that one of
the members was looking for a weight lifting partner. She pointed to a young
woman doing push ups in a far corner of the gym. I had never seen a woman do
push ups so effortlessly.

When she stood up, I found myself admiring her physique. She was of average
height but her body was muscular with strong definition. Light blonde hair was
pulled back into a French braid and any exposed skin on her body was covered
in a light sheen of sweat. Her pretty face had a serious look that dissolved
to one of mirth when she saw me staring.

I quickly turned away but in my peripheral vision I saw her walking towards
me. With the added weight of my embarrassment, I huffed and puffed for the
last few minutes on the treadmill. Even without looking at her, I was
intimidated by her presence.

She was leaning against the unoccupied treadmill next to me with an amused
expression. When I turned to walk away, she made an exaggerated throat
clearing sound to get my attention. As my body twisted to meet the sound, I
was stunned by her appearance up close.

Her body looked as if it had been carved from a piece of marble. Branches of
veins stood out on the seemingly transparent and tan skin. When I looked at
her face, piercing blue eyes held my gaze. I felt an odd but recognizable
sensation in my nether regions.

"Hi, I'm Jamie" She said enthusiastically and offered her hand in friendship.

"Kate" I stammered and clasped her hand.

"I didn't mean to stare but Jocelyn said you were looking for a ... " I
nervously tried to explain but Jamie cut me off.

"No problemo." She stated and gave my clasped hand a good squeeze.

Her steely grip made me wince in pain.

"Oh, sorry" She said apologetically.

Jamie told me she had been working out at the fitness center for five years
but usually at night. Her work schedule had recently changed and she was
forced to exercise in the morning. She always lifted weights with a partner
and was looking around for a replacement.

"You look like you're familiar with weights." She stated knowingly as she
surveyed my body.

"Interested?" She asked with a sly voice.

Although I doubted that I was on Jamie's fitness level, the thought of sharing
a workout with someone appealed to me and I agreed.

"Up for a late morning breakfast?" she inquired expecting another positive
response and I nodded my acceptance.

I was trying to sort thru my feelings of attraction for Jamie as we drove
separate cars to the "Breakfast Nook." Something about her had stirred long
dormant desires inside of me. That was perfectly fine with me except I had
never thought about a woman sexually until I saw Jamie.

At the restaurant, Jamie was a bubbly bundle of conversation. She was only
twenty six and lived with her Dad in a suburb of San Diego. A sports and
physical therapy specialist by trade, she found that late afternoon and
evening appointments were far more lucrative than the traditional nine to five
day.

As Jamie chattered away, my pussy twitched and moistened further dampening my
already sweaty panties. I was dumbfounded by my reaction to the lovely
creature seated across from me. I had known her less than thirty minutes and I
wanted to rip her sweats off.

We agreed to meet three mornings a week for weight training and everything
went very smoothly until the day Jamie invited me to her home for a swim and
tan party by the pool.

When Jamie strode out to the pool deck in her teeny bikini, I nearly feinted.
She was an awe inspiring vision of female power and grace. But, she also
exuded a sensuality that had an unmistakable effect on me.

"Last one in is a rotten egg" she shouted and her body knifed smoothly into
the water.

I finished applying some sunscreen and sat on the side of the pool watching
Jamie effortlessly swim laps. After a few circuits, she stopped and looked at
me with a frown.

"Aren't you coming in?" she asked dejectedly.

I slid into the cool water and Jamie wanted to race.

"Six laps, free style and I'll give you a half lap handicap." She explained in
an authoritative way.

"I really need a three lap lead" I mumbled to myself.

It was no contest. Jamie slaughtered me and finished way ahead. As she pumped
her arms upward in victory, she saw my dejected look. I was leaning against
the side when she swam up and put her arms around me in sympathy.

The feel of Jamie's muscular arms on my skin was electric and my body tingled
with sensations that emanated from my drooling pussy. Suddenly, I felt shy and
looked down at the glistening water. With her thumb and forefinger, she gently
raised my chin and looked deep into my eyes. I tried to look away but she held
me fast.

"Kate, when was the last time you had sex with someone other than yourself?"
she inquired.

I didn't know how to respond but told her it was five years maybe more.

"But, I've only ... what I mean to say is ... ." I stammered like a bumbling
idiot.

Before I had a chance to finish, she kissed me full on the lips. It was a
sensuous and lingering kiss that sent shock waves thru me. She planted another
more passionate kiss on my lips that had me swooning.

"Jamie, I'm old enough to be ... " I stated factually and she interrupted me
again.

"Don't say it. It's doesn't matter to me." she declared and with her powerful
arms drew me closer for more kisses.

I felt like a small child in Jamie's steely embrace. My body surrendered first
but my mind refused to let go. However, when she trailed gentle and wet kisses
on my neck, my last smidgen of resolve faded.

Instinctively, I squeezed and fondled her small boobs. The nipples hardened
and strained against the thin fabric of her top. I reached around her back and
with deft fingers released her hot looking tits.

As I tweaked and rolled the rigid stubs, I kissed her with hungry abandon. I
hadn't felt so sexually alive in a long time. Jamie watched intently as I
lowered my lips to a stiff protruding nipple and sucked with an infant's
intensity.

With my mouth busily working on Jamie's tits, a hand invaded my bikini bottom
and sought out my drenched gash. Experienced fingers stroked the length of my
soggy slit and poked into my hole. In just a few minutes I was gasping and
slumped against Jamie's hard body.

Effortlessly, Jamie held me and vigorously fingered me to an orgasm. I let out
a lusty howl and panted wildly as my pussy contracted. I gazed up at her in
gratitude and a few tears ran down my cheeks.

Jamie picked me up and cradled me in her arms. She carried me out of the pool
and up to her bedroom. Gently, she laid me on her bed and removed my bikini. I
lay naked on top of her and we spent a long time kissing. She turned me onto
my back and eyed me hungrily.

Jamie kissed down my body and stopped just above my hair covered mound. She
gazed at my hairy crotch and licked her lips. With her hands holding my ass,
she ate me with an expertise that my ex husband could never have achieved. I
gasped, moaned and cried out from the incredible licking she gave my starved
pussy.

My orgasm erupted with an intensity that was entirely new to me.

OH! GOD! I shrieked at the top of my lungs and pounded my quaking pussy on her
mouth.

Jamie sucked my gooey hole and clit with furious need. As my first orgasm
dissipated another one built and burst in record time.

"SUCK MY PUSSY" I wailed over and over.

I didn't want the most mind-boggling sexual escapade of my life to end and
Jamie drilled a slimy finger into my butt hole.

"OH!" I howled repeatedly and as my next orgasm surged thru my engorged pussy.

Jamie shamelessly sucked the fluids out of my hole and I watched with
unabashed awe as she swallowed the discharge.

Finally, I was completely spent and collapsed on the bed. When I looked at
Jamie, her face was saturated and dripping with sticky liquid. After only a
minutes rest, I wanted to return the favor.

"You don't have to." She stated with conviction.

"Oh, but I want to!" I declared with emphasis.

I gazed longingly at Jamie's body covered in sweat from her exertions. With my
fingers I traced the solid muscle just below the surface of the papery skin.
Her crotch was hair covered but well groomed at the sides. Little drops of
moisture clung to most of the hairs and she spread her legs wide anticipating
the joining of my mouth and her hot pussy.

A compelling need overtook me and I buried my face in Jamie's soaking wet
crotch. With a life of its own, my tongue slithered and snaked along every
crease and fold of the turgid flesh. I basked in the heady aroma and as the
dew drops of moisture collected on my tongue, I swallowed the nectar.

The flavor was strong but immensely pleasurable. I tried to mimic what Jamie
had done to me but I had much to learn.

"That's it baby, eat me." She growled sexily and arched her back.

Jamie's juices were abundant. I grasped her incredibly firm butt and sucked
her oozing hole with overwhelming need. With determination and force of will,
I brought her to orgasm.

I rested my cheek on Jamie's mound and lightly ran my fingers up and down her
sopping slit. With one finger invading her hole, my thumb gingerly massaged
her clit. In no time her hips were moving rhythmically as I stimulated the
sensitive flesh.

Again, an all encompassing desire to eat my muscle goddess enveloped me and I
burrowed my tongue into her soaking wet slice. With impassioned zeal, I ate
and ate and ate until she bellowed her approval and erupted.

I raised my dripping face and smiled at her.

"Thank you" I gushed with absolute gratitude and suddenly felt bashful.

I hugged Jamie and wouldn't let go. She pulled me on top of her and I rested
my head on her chest and fell asleep.

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When I woke, I was disoriented for a moment until I realized I was in bed with
Jamie. The room was dark save for some filtered light from the outside. She
was lying on her side with her back to me. I lay with my front against her and
draped an arm over her side.

When I woke the next morning, I stared up at the ceiling and heard the shower
running. I closed my eyes again only to open them and see Jamie standing next
to me.

"Want to shower?" she asked and threw me a towel.

The hot water was marvelously refreshing as I recalled my new experiences. I
was getting horny again and my fingers lightly massaged my slit. Jamie
appeared in the doorway and I was embarrassed.

"Save that for me!" she exclaimed in a sexy voice.

I quickly dried my body and flew into Jamie's arms. Our bodies entwined into a
sixty nine and we pussy munched with as much fervor as last night. With my
hands grasping her derriere, I looked at the rose bud nestled between the
cheeks and was drawn to it.

I maneuvered myself until I was within licking distance and flicked my tongue
over the sensitive flesh. Jamie's body stiffened in response and she moaned
her approval. She stopped her assault on my slice and reveled in my butt
munching.

With unyielding desire, I stabbed my tongue into the center. My fingers worked
her slit into a foaming mess of fluids until her groans, grunts, ahs and moans
reached a crescendo.

"Oh God ... baby, that's fantastic, OH, OH!" She cried out and thrashed on the
bed.

With a banshee like wail, she climaxed with an undeniable ferocity that I felt
privileged to witness.

I derived an astonishing amount of satisfaction from my sexual relationship
with Jamie and we explored each others bodies with unrivaled ardor. However,
my intuition was warning me that Jamie had romantic feelings for me.

Despite my craving for Jamie's hard muscular body, I lacked any romantic
feelings for her. My desires were driven by lust and nothing else. I yearned
for romantic love with the male of the species and hoped it would happen
someday.

After several months with Jamie as my weight lifting partner, my body achieved
an even higher degree of muscular definition. I was opposed to adding more
mass and opted for a ripped and lean look. In spite of Jamie's pleas to enter
a local body building competition, the real reasons for changing my body were
a greater degree of self esteem and self confidence.

About the same time, I became embroiled in a surprising same sex relationship
with a co-worker. None of my fellow office workers knew about my muscular
physique. With tasteful business casual dress the accepted norm, most of them
only saw my body get gradually smaller.

Andi was a twenty one year old slim "hottie" with a pretty face. Her
Greek/Italian heritage gave her a decidedly ethnic look. Luxurious long brown
hair, olive color complexion and sparkling hazel eyes were her best features.

We were eating lunch together one day when Andi mentioned that her widowed
uncle was on the prowl. In his mid forties, he owned several dry cleaning
stores and was moderately successful. Her description piqued my interest and
she invited me to an informal pool party at her parents' home to meet him.

The gathering was only a week away when it dawned on me that Andi might be
shocked when she saw me in my bikini. That Monday at work, I asked her to meet
me at my apartment after working hours and I side stepped all her attempts to
find out why our meeting was important.

Promptly at 6pm, I let Andi in and after a few drinks, she was growing
impatient. I excused myself for a few minutes and returned wearing a full
length terry cloth bath robe.

"Kate, why all secrecy?" she inquired with some exasperation.

"I'll show you." I stated without any emotion and slowly removed the robe.

Andi's eyes bugged out of her head when she saw my physique. Her gaze traveled
up and down my body with a look of astonishment of her face. I saw her visibly
gulp and realized that my appearance was having an effect on her.

"Would you like to see some poses?" I asked innocently.

"Yeah!" she stated enthusiastically.

I applied oil to my arms, legs and front then asked Andi to finish my back.
Her hands were shaking and it took some time before she finished. The idea
that she might be turned on by my appearance had never entered my mind.

Andi sat on the couch and gawked with an open mouth as I hit a few poses. Her
facial expression changed to a look of yearning and lust. It was a mystery to
me why my body had more of an effect on women than men.

Andi was clearly excited by my show as little beads of sweat formed on her
forehead. Without saying a word, I removed my bikini and posed in the nude for
my appreciative colleague. I walked up to where she was sitting and hit a few
more poses.

When I flexed my right arm and the bicep swelled into a peach size granite
hard rock, she spoke in an admiring tone of voice.

"You're body is awesome!"

My gash started leaking from all the attention and the aroma was wafting in
the air. Andi squealed when I went into my double bicep pose and I encouraged
her to feel hardened mounds.

I moved closer and when I was in front of Andi, she buried her face in my
bush. Her hands groped and squeezed my butt adding to the excitement.

Because her position afforded little access to my slobbering slit, I sat on
the floor with my back against the sofa and my butt on a pillow. She dove in
for the feast and I watched with amazement as she ate me to several orgasmic
highs.

When I asked Andi where she learned her "craft", she related how same sex hook
ups were preferred among women in her college dorm.

"I had four years of practice." She stated proudly.

Andi was a pussy eating phenomenon. Lunch hours at work were usually spent
with Andi lunching on me. I never reciprocated and she preferred it that way.

However, I was careful to hide my latest exploit from Jamie. She had a jealous
nature that manifested itself at the gym whenever I stared with interest at an
attractive woman or man for that matter. It furthered my conviction that she
had romantic ideas about our relationship.

Andi had a fun loving and infectious nature that I simply adored. An old
college friend from Germany was coming for a visit and she insisted that I
meet her. They had shared a dorm room and each other for the spring semester
of her junior year.

"She's totally into women." Andi declared in a loud voice.

Sigi was a blonde haired and blue eyed "hottie" with a tight muscular body.
When I met her, she was dressed in "Daisy Duke" denim cut offs and a spaghetti
strap belly shirt. The overall effect left me breathless.

"Hi, I'm Sigi" she intoned with a light German accent.

We sunbathed by the pool at my apartment complex and exchanged stares. Her
bikini was nothing more than some small triangles of cloth and strings that
barely covered the privates on her taut athletic body. As my gaze wandered
over her long sinewy legs accentuated by a tight little butt, my pussy creamed
and quivered from the sight.

After several hours baking in the sun and frolicking in the pool, we headed
back to my apartment for some adult beverage and food. Sigi had a tremendous
capacity for beer and guzzled a six pack in record time.

By now she was feeling frisky and declared that clothes were an impediment to
our true selves as human beings. Her accent made the words sound very silly
and we laughed uproariously.

Bikinis went flying in all directions. I gaped at Sigi's pretty blonde bush
but gasped when my eyes alighted on her small orange size breasts with long
jutting nipples. She leaned back with her hands flat on the floor and her
chest thrust out. My reaction to her muscled and naked body had surprised me
and I was consumed with a lust that overwhelmed any reservations I had about
her youth.

I nursed Sigi's tits like a starving child. With endless hunger I mouthed,
rolled and lashed the stubby ends. My ferocious assault left the pink beauties
puffy and red.

Sigi had me lie on my back and knelt over me with her drenched gash directly
above my face. She gazed at me with the feral look of a predator. The swollen
lips of her mouthwatering pussy were covered with silky blonde hair and
moisture.

Sigi threw her head back in ecstasy and moaned as I devoured the succulent
flesh. I looked over and saw Andi transfixed by the sight of me eating her
friend's pussy like it was my last meal on earth.

I greedily sucked the fluids from Sigi's gasping hole as she made guttural
sounds in her throat. Then, I felt hands grasp my ass and a small wet mouth
affix itself to my heaving gash. Andi serviced my pussy with a vengeance as I
feasted on Sigi.

Sigi's tart pussy was my entire world that debauched weekend and the pungent
odor lingered in the air long after her departure.

When her pussy became sore, I turned my attention to her sexy butt and poked
the tender hole until she exploded. Like a bitch in heat, I lapped the tight
ring with the same explosive results.

That weekend turned my world upside down. I was obsessed with the taste and
flavor of Sigi's pussy and its creamy discharge. More than anything, I wanted
muscled young women to satisfy my sexual craving.

Because of my new found desires, my sexual relationship with Jamie ebbed until
it was almost non existent. It would have led to a messy breakup if Jamie
hadn't accepted the position as a physical trainer and therapist to a very
wealthy couple in Florida.

While I would miss her, the tearful goodbye was more from relief than actual
emotion. I was free to continue my quest for muscular young women unencumbered
by any undesirable relationship.

Andi was well aware of my "needs" and was on the lookout for me. Several
months after Jamie's departure and Sigi's visit, she mentioned that her
friend's sister was looking for a trainer.

Jennifer was a stunning eighteen year old "hottie" with long brown hair,
delicate features, long legs and one of the tightest non-bodybuilder physiques
I ever saw. Her sports forte was volleyball but an injury in her senior year
of high school had left her college scholarship in doubt. Although strength
training was a regular part of her workouts, her coach recommended a more
intense program as a possible solution.

Because her parents were strapped for money with one daughter already in
college, Andi had suggested that I might do it for a reduced cost. Hell, one
look at Jennifer and I would do it for free.

When we met to discuss the training schedule and proper diet, I was entranced
by Jennifer's sensuality. Her body language screamed sexy. My first reaction
that she should be model was quickly rejected when she took off her sweats.
Her lean but hard body was a sight to behold. I asked her to flex her arms and
her biceps swelled into small plum size balls. It was an impressive display
for a young woman just out of high school.

I doubted that Jennifer was aware of her muscular sexuality and its impact on
others. There was a quiet na��ve quality about her that was appealing. While
her reserved demeanor could be misconstrued as a haughty or snobbish, she was
genuinely friendly with a pleasant disposition.

When I looked into Jennifer's hazel eyes, she returned my gaze with an
innocent but concerned expression.

"It's my shoulder. Right about here." She stated and pointed to the
troublesome area.

Jennifer's shoulders looked like mini cannon balls and for twenty minutes I
discussed the exercises and techniques that might benefit the area. She
listened attentively and even took some notes. I asked if she had any
questions and when she looked up at me, she had tears in her eyes.

"Did I say something to upset you?" I inquired with bona fide concern.

"No, I'm scared that I won't make the team and lose my scholarship." She said
in a very sad voice.

"First, you have to try the therapy." I stated with confidence and showed her
a picture of myself when I broke my ankle.

"That's you!?" she declared in an unbelieving tone of voice.

"Yep; all one hundred and eighty pounds of me." I said in a disgusted way.

Jennifer alternated between staring at the picture and at me with a continued
look of disbelief. I was hoping to boost her confidence level and it worked.
From the first day, she concentrated her efforts on rehabilitation and
strength gains. We had about twelve weeks before she left for school and we
would need all of that time to make a difference.

Jennifer usually wore a sleeveless T over her sports bra along with biker
shorts and sneaks. Occasionally, I had to place my hands on her to show her
proper technique and the touch of her bare skin with the rigid muscles was
electric.

As she progressed with the exercises, I had more time to gaze lustfully at her
body. Her breasts were small but larger than an A cup. Sometimes, the nipples
would erect and strain at the thin fabric of her top. Andi had seen her tits
when they were changing at her pool house and reported them as very hot,
similar to Sigi's.

But, it was Jennifer's lean muscled body that was the star attraction in my
masturbation fantasies. I longed to see her naked but bided my time with a
great deal of patience. I wanted her committed to the program before I made
any attempt to seduce her.

When we reached the midway point, I visually assessed Jennifer's progress and
came to the conclusion that she had a much denser looking and defined upper
body. When flexed, her biceps grew to the size of an orange and were as hard
as stone. I was trying to think of a test that would show her progress when
one presented itself quite by accident.

Tom Pritchett was a member of the high school Lacrosse team and one the star
players. He was working on his cardio conditioning at the same gym when
Jennifer spied him. I watched the inter play between them and knew he was the
right person for my "test."

Tom seemed entranced by Jennifer's appearance and his eyes followed her
wherever she went in the room. He stood about 5' 9' tall and 150 pounds
soaking wet. Jennifer was 5' 6" tall and 120 pounds but most of it solid
muscle.

I asked Jennifer about Tom.

"I think he has a crush on me." she said with some shyness and her face
reddened with the comment.

She turned and looked at him with her muscular arms folded in front of her.

"I would go out with him but he clams up when he gets near me." she stated
with exasperation.

I told Jennifer that I might have a way to solve the dating problem. With
conspiratorial flair I informed her that an arm wrestling competition might be
the solution. If she lost, no harm, no foul but if she won, he had to go on a
date with her. I looked at Jennifer's beefy arm and was positive of the
outcome.

After her workout, Jennifer approached Tom and he had a surprised look on his
face. I watched from a distance as they appeared to be talking normally.
Suddenly, they both had angry expressions and I could overhear arguing. I got
closer to investigate.

"No way Jennifer" Tom stated angrily.

"Why, afraid you might lose to a GIRL?" Jennifer questioned with sarcasm.

"No, afraid you might get hurt" he declared with emphasis.

"Oh, Mr. Macho Studly Man, please don't hurt me." she retorted in a mocking
little girl voice.

"Knock it off Jennifer!" he bellowed and assumed an angry stance with his
fists balled up at his sides.

Jennifer eyed him with a look of disgust and continued her verbal assault.

"I'm starting to think you're a real wimp and I can kick your sorry ass
easily." She stated derisively.

That pushed Tom over the edge and he was shaking with rage.

"You're on!" he bellowed loudly.

Tom was unaware that for the past six weeks Jennifer had been doing bicep
curls, a lot of bicep curls with progressively heavier weight. The person who
won two out of three matches was the winner.

A fifteen minute prep period was decided before the main event. Tom looked
nervous but Jennifer had a look of confidence that surprised even me. A
suitable table was found and it was time to begin.

I studied Tom's face carefully as his gaze moved down to Jennifer's arm and
the look of dismay that that spread over his features. The girl had some nice
guns and he was clearly intimidated.

"You're goin down Tommy Boy!" Jennifer declared.

When their arms tensed at the start of the first match, Jennifer's bicep
exploded into a rock hard mass. Tom's eyes remained fixed on the flexed beauty
and his arm was slowly moving in the wrong direction.

Tom, realizing he was in trouble, struggled furiously to get even but he
barely budged Jennifer's arm. After only a minute or two, sweat sprang from
his forehead and ran in little rivers down his face.

Jennifer seemed content to allow Tom to tire himself before she made her move.
Her arm tensed and with an unhurried pace, she forced his arm down to defeat.
Tom hung his head in shame while Jennifer celebrated with a victory dance.

People in the gym had gathered to watch the match and were now making
disparaging comments about Tom's lack of muscle. With the ten minute rest
period over, Tom kept his gaze fixed on Jennifer as they prepared to battle
once more.

They joined hands but Tom already had a defeated expression on his face. He
appeared dazed by the situation and with the female contingent squarely in
Jennifer's corner, the outcome in her favor was inevitable.

Jennifer embarrassed Tom with an overwhelming display of girl power as she
drove his arm backwards onto the table in less than a minute. She whooped and
hollered her victory as Tom hung his head dejectedly.

When he got up to leave, she stood in front of him and blocked his way.

"Are you forgetting something Tommy?" she said with menace in her voice.

"No! No Way!" he shouted weakly and tried to push past her.

In total frustration, Tom took a swing at Jennifer but he was off balance. She
countered with a sharp overhand right that landed flush on his eye, snapping
his head back and depositing him on the seat of his pants.

His humiliation was complete. The poor kid has tears in his eyes but sympathy
was nowhere to be found.

"I'm waiting Tommy." Jennifer declared in a sexy voice as she bent over and
presented her hot little ass to him.

With tears running down his cheeks and his eye swelling to closure, Tom got on
his knees and placed a light kiss on Jennifer's butt.

"You'll have to do better than that Tommy." Jennifer said in a sing song
voice.

With the women chanting "Tommy, Tommy ... " he gave her ass a good smack with
his lips. Everyone cheered except for Tom, who looked like a train had run
over him.

As things settled down, Jennifer walked over to where I was sitting in the gym
with a sad look on her face.

"I feel bad. I really embarrassed him." She stated with a melancholy voice.

Tom was trying to leave quietly and was almost at the front door when Jennifer
took off after him. When she reached his side, he cowered in fear. She put her
arm around him and led him thru the door.

Somehow, I had turned Jennifer into a tigress. She had dispatched her larger
opponent with ease. When she arrived for her session the next day, she told me
that Tom cried like a baby on her shoulder.

Jennifer took him to her house and made him apply ice to his swollen eye. She
told him to wait in the kitchen while she took a shower. Although she only
wanted to talk about the match, when she reappeared wearing only a towel, he
couldn't take his eyes off of her and it excited her.

"I said it was time for something to eat and his eyes grew as big as saucers."
She stated with amusement.

Jennifer eyes were twinkling and she chuckled remembering the scenario.

"He was pretty good for a first timer. She stated factually.

Jennifer's expression changed to a pensive look and she sighed with an air of
resignation.

"Kate, I really like him but he acted like such a macho jerk yesterday."

For the next two weeks little was said by Jennifer about Tom. In fact, it was
as though she had forgotten about him until one afternoon out of the blue she
asks me a question.

"Kate, how can I get Tom to like me and not fear me?" she asked with total
sincerity and her expression saddened.

I pondered her question for a long time. Unfortunately, Jennifer had
embarrassed Tom before a crowd at the gym and he was unlikely to forget about
that for a long time.

"I think that you need to make Tom submit privately and he must accept the
fact that you are stronger and superior." I stated with conviction.

There were several private workout rooms on the perimeter of the gym. Each had
a privacy booth no larger than a small closet with a one way mirror for
observation. Jennifer asked me to observe because it made her feel more secure
knowing that if things got out of hand, I would be able to assist. I doubted
she would need me.

Somehow she convinced Tom to accept the latest challenge. The match was
scheduled for Friday afternoon and Jennifer was more than ready. In eight
weeks her body had achieved a harder and more ripped appearance. Her biceps
when flexed look liked mini boulders and had a nice little network of veins
that popped up on the skin.

I was in the privacy area when Tom appeared in the room for his confrontation
with Jennifer. I could hear and see everything clearly.

"Want to feel my bicep before we begin?" She stated in a sly but sexy voice.

"Ok, sure." Tom said in an unsteady voice.

Jennifer flexed her right arm and Tom's eyes widened as the muscle grew
steadily into a turgid orange size ball. It was an intimidating sight and
Jennifer had a predatory look on her face. Unsteadily his hand moved up and
caressed the steely flesh. She slowly flexed her arm a few times so that he
could feel the muscle swell and harden.

"Gosh Jennifer, that's really hard." He said practically gushing in
admiration.

"Still want to go ahead with the match?" She inquired in a voice that
predicted the outcome.

"Yes, well ... I guess so ... no, I have to!" He stammered and not very
convincingly.

"Manly pride" Jennifer said with some pity and disgust.

Jennifer and Tom locked arms at the table.

"You count down and say Go!" She stated and looked straight into Tom's eyes.

When Tom yelled,

"Go!" he was hoping to catch Jennifer off guard.

While it may have worked briefly, she resumed control and his arm was moving
the opposite way. Tom had a look of distress on his face while Jennifer
appeared amused and in control.

"I will punish you for trying to cheat" She said resignedly but very firmly.

Jennifer's bicep bulged and swelled as she applied more pressure. He kept
staring at it with a look of distress but her face had an enigmatic smile that
was confident of the outcome.

Tom struggled with determination and courage but it was futile as his hand
continued its backward movement. Although its regression stopped for a few
seconds several times, Jennifer slammed it with glee against the table.

Tom had a frightfully pained and disbelieving look in his eyes as he rubbed
his sore arm. But I detected something else, perhaps some acceptance of his
fate at the "hands" of Jennifer.

For the second match, Jennifer offered Tom a handicap and started with her arm
about one half closer to the table. It was a decidedly good opportunity for
him and he tried to take advantage. He threw everything thing he had into the
match but Jennifer's arm wouldn't budge.

I could plainly see Tom's strength ebbing and Jennifer sensing that he was
tiring rapidly displayed her power with a rapid and bone crunching slam of his
hand. When he yelped in pain, she immediately apologized and rubbed his hand
tenderly.

Since there wasn't any need for a third match, they moved to the mats in the
center of the room. It was determined in the spirit of fair play that
wrestling was an advantage for Tom, or so they thought.

At first, Tom was aggressive and in a surprising move had Jennifer by the
waist and tried to take her down. But, she kept her footing and with supreme
patience, pried his fingers away and was free. When he tried the same move,
she had him doubled over and drove him towards the mat.

Once on the mat, Jennifer's superior strength took over and she worked Tom's
overmatched body until she had him on his back and staring at the ceiling.

"Say you give!" she stated forcefully and directly into his defeated looking
face.

"I give" he said meekly and with a most embarrassed look on his face.

The second fall was not much different with the exception that Jennifer
twisted Tom's body into several painful configurations. He was a beaten man
and he knew it. She delayed the "give" portion of his torture until it was
obvious that he would surrender himself completely to her.

Jennifer had Tom squeezed into a cradle hold that looked more like a
compressed ball. He was barely able to breathe and he was trying to "give" but
she ignored his pleas. After a few more minutes of torture, she lightened her
hold and I visibly saw him gulp air.

"Give!" she stated with a lot of force.

"I ... give!" he grunted with a huge sigh but Jennifer kept her hold intact,
except with less force.

"You are mine, body and soul. Say It!" She demanded in a stern voice.

"I'm all yours." He declared with feeling and fear.

"That's better" she said in a stern but affectionate tone.

Jennifer changed her position so that she was sitting on his chest. With a
"cat that ate the canary" look she gazed at him and twisted his ears.

"Who's the boss?" she demanded.

"You are!" he declared in a voice full of pain.

"Good boy!' she stated with an air of superiority.

Jennifer's body had a light gloss of perspiration that added to her already
hot look. Her shorts were damp in several areas, most notably the crotch. As
she scooted forward on Tom's chest, his eyes were glued to the sight in front
of him.

"Hungry?" she stated in a sexy but demanding voice.

All Tom could do was nod his head in a positive response.

Jennifer stood up and towered over Tom's reclining figure. His gaze was
riveted on her as she removed her shorts and panties. With slow and deliberate
movement, she lowered herself and just before her clean shaven pussy made
contact with his mouth, shifted her body so that her ass crack covered his
face.

Jennifer's ass became Tom's entire world as she rotated and rocked on his
face.

"That's it baby. Eat my ass! She demanded.

Overcome by the erotic sight, I jammed a hand down my shorts and massaged by
dripping slit.

"Oh, Oh, Ah, Oh" she moaned and groaned.

Within a couple of minutes, Jennifer's body heaved and swayed, obviously
caught in the grip of an orgasm. After my gash erupted, I quietly left the
booth to give the pair some privacy.

Jennifer's dominant side of her personality had blossomed and in some small
way I felt sorry for Tom. But, there were worse fates and I doubted that he
minded servicing his goddess.

Although my lust for Jennifer's body would not be fulfilled, I was happy for
her. There were other fish fry and to my amazement another opportunity
surfaced in record time.

End of Part One

[darklexis19]

Young Muscle Lover: Part Two
By Scuba



By the end of her therapy sessions, Jennifer had a sharp and well defined
physique. On her last day, she thanked me profusely and gave me a charming
gold chain in appreciation. I was sad to see her go but I occasionally ran
into her during school breaks. The therapy was successful and she became one
of the star players on her team.

Except for my relationship with Andi at work, my life returned to a more
mundane existence. I continually worked on my body but felt lonely without a
lifting partner.

One cold winter day, I was going thru my usual workout when I saw someone
struggling to get the bench press bar up and off their chest. I immediately
went to help and lifted the weight back into its cradle. I gazed down at a
very handsome and relieved face.

Will was a thirty five year old attorney at a prestigious law firm downtown.
We hit it off right away and for the first time in a very long time I made
love to a man. Despite the ten year age difference, we developed a strong
relationship and moved in together.

Will was totally compliant with my wishes and ideas. Though at times, I
couldn't shake the feeling that he was a wimp. His physical body was ok but it
needed improving. I knew I was stronger but he ignored my pleas to workout.

For the next year, my romance with Will, at least in my mind, took on an
almost fairy tale quality but I was too blinded by my love for him to realize
that he was not emotionally involved in our relationship.

While our sex life was good in the beginning, it slowly devolved into my
giving him oral sex most of the time. For some reason, I was content to please
him and ignore my own needs. In retrospect, I wanted a lot more than he was
capable of delivering but refused to acknowledge the fact.

I was going to broach the idea of marriage when SHE appeared on the scene.
Andrea was a very pretty blonde with a "California Girl" look that had most of
the male members salivating. She was lean and hard bodied with smoldering
green eyes.

After several months, I suspected she was interested in Will but I naively
thought we had a strong relationship. The unmistakable signs are commonplace
among couples who are having difficulty. He was working later than usual, not
as romantic, emotionally distant, sex was less frequent and more perfunctory;
well, you get the picture.

One Saturday, Will informed me that he was planning a golf vacation with some
college buddies over the Memorial Day weekend. With the steady decline in our
relationship, I knew it was a lie.

Are you taking Andrea?" I questioned with bitterness in my voice.

Will tried his best in a lawyerly and argumentative way of convincing me
otherwise but I was no fool. I had gone thru enough turmoil with my ex husband
to know when a spouse or lover was seeing someone else.

"Get the fuck out of my apartment, You lying, cheating, bastard!" I screamed
into his face.

With the fury of a woman scorned, I tossed Will and his belongings out of my
apartment. My parting shot was a devastating punch just below his right eye
that resulted in an enormous shiner.

However, when my rage dissipated, I was heartbroken. Only a few months prior,
I had entertained the idea that I might marry the jerk.

When I returned to the gym after the holiday weekend, I discovered that Will
and Andrea's brief affair was over. My mood went from bad to worse. Andi
insisted that I go with her for a night on the town.

On Friday night, we headed to an upscale caf� near the gym that I had
frequented with Will. With Andi as the designated driver, I downed several
glasses of wine hoping it would dull my emotional pain. My head was buzzing
from the alcohol when I heard Andi gasp out loud.

"Don't look! But, Andrea just walked in." Andi announced in a whisper.

Ignoring Andi, I turned around and saw Andrea at the opposite end of the bar
accompanied by a woman who resembled her very closely. I was already "half in
the bag" and just the sight of Andrea made my blood boil with rage.

Andi knew I was seething inside.

"Just ignore her" Trish implored.

But, my anger was building and with my wounded pride, a confrontation was
inevitable. I failed to recall an ages old proverb:

"Pride goeth before a fall" and disregarded Andi's sound advice.

Andi grabbed my arm but I pulled free and strolled in a cocky manner to where
Andrea was standing. I stood and glared at her smug face but she regarded me
with a look of pure contempt.

"I'm done with the wimp, want him back?" Andrea said in a voice dripping with
sarcasm.

What a bitch! She steals my boyfriend and is giving me attitude. I didn't
understand at the time but my three year "struggle" to change my body had
given me a pompous and arrogant attitude. It blinded my ability to think
clearly and I thought of Andrea as some kind of evil seductress that Will was
powerless to resist.

In addition, my bodybuilding workout bolstered an over confidence in my
physical abilities. I was convinced that my muscled body would sustain me thru
any physical ordeal. How wrong I was.

Coupled with my self righteous indignation, I was a prime candidate for being
taught a lesson. Luckily, I chose the right person for my comeuppance.

"You and me! Outside! RIGHT NOW!" I bellowed in frustration at Andrea.

Andrea was completely unmoved by my outburst and had an amused expression on
her face.

"Wait! I have to ask; what did you see in him? And, for the record, he pursued
me." She declared in a mocking voice.

Despite my confrontational stance and angry glare, Andrea remained unfazed. I
refused to say anything more and Andrea regarded me with a look of utter
disdain.

"I would love to go outside and beat your sorry old ass to a pulp but I have a
rule; I don't fight drunks, besides, I prefer you were sober. The beating I
give you will hurt a helluva lot more." She remarked with derision.

I started calling Andrea names like coward, chicken shit, etc. but she never
lost her cool. It was uncharacteristic for me, but I was acting like a total
ass. She was writing something on a cocktail napkin and handing it to me.

"That's my address, be there tomorrow at 3pm. Oh, and make sure you're dressed
for a fight." She said with derision in her voice.

I quickly scanned the address and was familiar with that part of town.

"You can bring a second but I'm an honorable person and I assure you it will
be a fair match. But, in the event you're a no show, I'll tell everyone at the
gym that you chickened out." She declared in a loud mocking tone.

Although Andrea was twenty years my junior, I was confident that I could best
her in any physical confrontation. I guaranteed Andrea I would be there and
stormed out.

Andi pleaded with me not to fight Andrea on her home turf but I was too
stubborn to listen. When she realized I was incapable of changing my decision,
she wanted to go as my second. I flatly refused.

"This is my fight and I can handle myself. Anyway, Andrea's the one who should
be worried." I pledged with over confidence.

Promptly at 3pm, I rang the doorbell of Andrea's townhouse. My anger had
barely subsided from the previous evening and I failed to see the folly in my
pursuit for revenge.

Her "sister" opened the door and led me to the basement converted into a first
rate gym with mats, equipment and mirrors lining one wall. Andrea was standing
on the mats that occupied one half of the room and I could see her scornful
attitude was unchanged towards me.

Dressed in a sports bra, shorts and sneaks, she had the look of a young
warrior and it unnerved me. I tried to drive the thought out of my head when
she started barking instructions in a loud and authoritative voice.

"Everything is fair except, no hitting below the belt and there's no time
limit. Last one standing is the winner and, that will be me." She declared
with supreme confidence.

"It's not too late to back out." She said in a voice full of warning.

"Bring it on!" I yelled.

I lunged for Andrea's legs hoping to catch her off guard. As I was moving
forward, her hand grasped the back of my head and using my momentum as
leverage, she threw me to the mat.

I landed with a thud and Andrea pounced on me. She put me in a couple of
wrestling holds but I escaped and wildly swung at her trying to connect. She
countered with a flurry of power packed punches to my gut. The assault
continued until my "rock hard" abs were reduced to an aching mess.

Like an idiot, I dropped my guard from the pain and an upper cut landed flush
on the underside of my chin that left me dazed and confused. With my gut and
chin hurting, I fell to my knees. Shit! This was not what I expected and then
I remembered an old adage:

"Never underestimate your opponent"

Still woozy and in a dream like state, I fell from my kneeing position, onto
my side. Andrea was on top of me and with amazing agility, wrapped my arms and
legs in her steely embrace.

With precise movements, she squeezed and contorted my body into very painful
shapes. Trying to free myself, I fought with every fiber of my being but
Andrea's strength was far superior.

I was sweating profusely from my struggle and as my strength steadily
weakened, I realized my defeat was imminent. Andrea used the opportunity to
inflict more pain and my body went limp in her suffocating holds.

Although we seemed to be of equal height and weight, I was no match for
Andrea's skills and unbelievably hard muscles. I made one last valiant attempt
to escape but any resolve I had about not losing to my tormentor evaporated.

As I lay flat on my back, Andrea assumed a sitting position on my chest and
looked down at me with a smug look of triumph on her pretty face. She slowly
flexed her arms and two very prominent and peaked biceps expanded into
baseball sized domes. It was a humbling display of female muscle and fear
gripped my heart.

Andrea was content to continue my torture by lightly slapping my face and
calling me a baby in a sing song voice.

"Kate is a baby." she kept repeating.

"Please stop" I begged her and the tears came fast and furious running down my
cheeks in little rivulets. I didn't cry very long because a strange phenomenon
occurred.

Andrea was in total control of my body and in spite of the searing pain she
had inflicted, I discovered I enjoyed the sensation of her dominance. Not only
was I enjoying her domination, but I was sexually aroused. My pussy was
dripping wet from the excitement.

Young muscled "hotties" were my fetish but never at the price of pain and
humiliation.

Andrea saw my passive look and moved her butt over my face. As she spread her
shorts covered ass cheeks and sat on my face, I nearly moaned out loud. The
act was meant to further my humiliation but the earthy smell of her sweaty
butt inflamed my lust. With my hands temporarily freed, I groped her firm
derriere as it rode my face.

"Fuck!" She exclaimed.

With my face buried in her muscular ass, I passionately squeezed the firm
globes. Suddenly, she shifted her butt until her pussy was against my face.
With my obstructed view, I was able to see that her face was alive with a look
of exhilaration.

Mercilessly, she ground her damp shorts clad pussy on my mouth and nose.

"You pathetic slut! You want me!" she exulted and moaned out loud.

With Andrea's strong smelling pussy filling my world, she stripped me until I
was naked. By now, the crotch of her shorts was soaked with the potent odor of
sweat and something very pungent but familiar.

I took another peek upward and Andrea removed her sports bra revealing her
small but very firm tits sticking straight out from her chest.

Andrea's upper body physique boggled the mind. Lean with well defined muscles
and lats that flared out then tapered into a "V" ending at the waist. It was a
marvel of sculpted beauty that my eyes feasted on with unabashed admiration.

The compact musculature looked astonishingly hard and dense under paper thin
skin. Andrea's body achieved a symmetry and proportionality that I have rarely
seen on a human being.

In addition to her amazing physical attributes, she radiated feminine charm.

Overcome with lust, I impatiently pulled at the waistband of Andrea's
shorts/panties. She stood up and the shorts/panties continued their downward
journey. As she moved to one side, her bald and pouty pussy came into view.
Sexily, she wiggled her ass and shook the shorts/panties off her legs.
Kneeling over my reclining form, she was poised for the inevitable

As Andrea lowered her moist slit, I clutched her sexy ass cheeks and drew the
sopping flesh to my mouth. My tongue lashed every centimeter of her sodden
gash and she squealed with delight when I probed her slimy hole.

I found her muscular ass irresistible and lightly fingered her butt hole.

"Fuck!" She yelped out loud and in one swift motion drove her puckered hole
onto my tongue

With primal hunger, I devoured her tasty ass and fondled her drenched pussy.
When my lust for her bung hole was sated, I thrust a goo covered finger into
the orifice.

Oh! Fuck! Oh! Oh! Fuck! She yelled in great panting breaths.

I greedily sucked Andrea's tangy pussy, thrilled by the tart but enormously
satisfying flavor. Her savory pussy was bloated with creamy juice and I must
have looked foolish sucking then swallowing the tangy fluid down my throat.

With my attention focused on the turgid and dripping flesh affixed to my
gaping maw, Andrea howled with orgasmic fervor;

"Fuck! I'm comingggg! Oh Fuck!"

With Andrea's firm ass thrusting rhythmically and in unison with my sticky
face, her hard body shuddered and quaked for a minute or better.

As she slowly regained her senses, I was engulfed with embarrassment and
shame. She had beaten me soundly and I reacted like a depraved slut. At that
moment, I felt like the lowest piece of gutter trash on the face of the earth.

When she stood up, I kept my eyes averted and rolled on my side away from her.
The shame of my defeat and submission weighed heavily on my psyche.

I got up and went after my clothes. Andrea grabbed my panties from the pile.

"Can I please have my panties?" I begged like a little child.

"Oh No! You have to EARN my respect before I give them back." She declared
with fervor and waived the underwear in my face.

With her hands on her hips, Andrea's powerfully built naked body assumed a
defiant stance. I was standing with my head down and asked her again.

"Not a chance!" She barked right in my downcast face.

As I dressed myself with the remaining clothes, I learned that Andrea wasn't
done with me just yet.

"I expect to see your pitiful ass here next Saturday at exactly the same time
and your attendance next Saturday will guarantee my silence at the gym. You
need to be taught a lesson and I'm just the person to do it. Understand! " She
declared with authority.

All I could do was nod my frightfully messy head in submissive agreement.

I have no memory of driving home but I do remember masturbating like a mad
woman in the shower. In fact, every time I thought about Andrea's hard hot
body, my pussy quivered and creamed until I rubbed my clit to orgasm for
relief.

My entire world was turned upside down and inside out. When I wasn't frigging
myself like an oversexed tramp, I assumed a fetal position on my bed and tried
in vain to make sense out of the situation. But, I felt like a gutted fish
with the innards cut out and left for the seagulls.

At the gym, I avoided contact with other members by working out at 5am when
the gym opened. I trained hard in the hope that some strength increase might
turn the tables in my favor.

As the week progressed, I gained some of my self confidence back. But, it was
Andrea's physical domination of me that was most troubling. She possessed
power and strength that crumpled my muscular body like a paper cup.

On Saturday at 3:00 pm, I squared off against Andrea for the second time. For
twenty solid minutes, I held my own and tried my level best not to make any
mistakes. But, fatigue set in and once she gained the upper hand, she was in
complete control.

With her incredible strength, Andrea contorted and constricted my body into
very painful contortions. When she sat on my chest and pinned my arms, my
pussy reacted much as it had the previous week. Her dominance and my
submissive behavior were the key ingredients and I experienced an intense
craving for her body.

My desires would have to wait as Andrea stripped me and made me get on all
fours. With her ankles tightly gripping my sides, I took her for piggy back
rides around the room. Although it was humiliating, I enjoyed her nude form on
my back and smiled as she rode me.

About the 3rd or 4th circuit around the room, Andrea was laughing very hard
and fell off my back onto the mat. I was laughing just as hard and when the
giggles ebbed, she regarded me with curiosity.

I stared lustily at Andrea's incredibly tight body and my mouth watered in
anticipation of the meal ahead. With her elbows supporting her upper body, she
opened her muscular thighs and with feverish zeal, I devoured her juicy slit
and butt hole.

Andrea gasped, moaned and finally wailed like a banshee as I tirelessly
feasted on her delicious pussy. Before her first orgasm, I felt something
poking at my slice and abruptly realized that she was pushing a dildo into my
appreciative gash.

As I ravenously gorged on her fiery cleft, I came with explosive force from
the dildo drilling my hole.

In the aftermath of our debauchery, Andrea sat on the mat in front of my
reclining body and gazed at me with curious interest. At first, I averted my
eyes but realized that I wanted to look at her pretty face and returned the
same curious look.

"You were unaware of your submissive side." She stated more than asked and I
nodded an affirmative response.

The cold hard truth of those words hit me like a sledgehammer and my feelings
of shame returned. I looked away and got up to leave. When I searched for my
panties, I saw Andrea holding them and twirling them with one finger.

"May I please have my panties." I asked very sweetly.

"No, I'll keep them as a memento of your defeat." She stated with stern
emphasis.

Andrea was unyielding and my heart sank when she continued.

"Same time next week and we'll continue our sessions on a weekly basis until
I'm convinced that you've actually learned a lesson." She voiced commandingly
just inches from my downcast face.

For the next six weeks, Andrea punished me with increasing intensity using her
constrictor like power. Her physical dominance was unstoppable as her crushing
holds zapped any strength or resolve I had inside me.

However, my sexual craving for her beautifully muscled body intensified and
before she could physically exhaust me I was lapping contentedly at her juicy
gash.

Finally, during the 8th session, she broke me physically. With my body gripped
in a brutal scissors hold, my continued defiance evaporated like wisps of
cloud. My body was one huge ache and my mental resolve vanished as well.

The tears came with unrelentingly and I sobbed like child. I was terrified

[darklexis19]

Young Muscle Lover: Part Three
By Scuba



My physical humiliation was Andrea's final and total triumph. She owned me
body and soul. As I lay on the mat sobbing, she sat next to me and rubbed my
sore back.

Andrea was regarding me with sympathy and reminded me that I was to appear the
same time next Saturday. All I could do was glumly shake my head in agreement.

a my body was beaten, my pussy was dripping as usual from Andrea domination. I
wanted to feast on her fiery cleft but couldn't find the strength to initiate
the act.

With my mind in turmoil over the events of the last eight weeks, I drove home
and spent the rest of the weekend in my apartment.

Slowly, I came to terms with my sexuality and realized that it didn't define
me as a human being but was an integral and unchangeable part of me. For some
inexplicable reason, it existed in my psyche and I accepted the reality that I
was a submissive.

The week flew by and Saturday found me staring at several outfits laid out on
my bed. I couldn't decide which one to wear. Finally I chose one with matching
black thong panties and realized how silly I was behaving.

At 3pm, I walked into the basement and instead of my customary scowl and
defiant attitude, I smiled and gave a little wave. Andrea smiled back and it
was readily apparent to her that I had changed.

"Is that a new outfit?" She asked.

My face was blushing deep red and I nodded my head. Andrea gazed with wonder
at my reaction as I moved to the mat for our session.

We started wrestling but it was more playful and friendly. No punishing holds
or python squeezes by Andrea. We laughed and giggled like schoolgirls.

Finally, with Andrea sitting on top of me, I gave her butt a gentle pinch. My
craving for her muscled body returned in full force and I gazed with yearning
at her.

Andrea had an enigmatic smile on her pretty face and stood up.

"I believe you've learned your lesson." She remarked firmly and walked over to
the laundry area. She returned with a folded pile of underwear and handed them
to me.

"My panties!" I exclaimed.

I was speechless and tears rimmed my eyes. When Andrea handed me my coat, I
started to bawl. She took me in her arms and held me tenderly. It was the
first true act of friendship that she had shown me.

"Do I have to leave?" I asked in a forlorn and halting voice.

"Only if you want to. But, I'm curious about you're decision to stay." She
questioned sincerely.

"I was hoping we could be friends." I said quietly and with my eyes downcast.

Andrea took me in her arms and kissed me with passion and desire. At that
moment I knew that I wanted to have more than a friendly relationship.

"Want to grab some dinner? I'm starved." she asked with sincerity.

Her favorite Italian restaurant was within walking distance and we talked as
we strolled.

I discovered that Andrea was an Air Force brat. Her father was a captain in
the Air Force and they moved every two or three years. She was the youngest of
three girls and although her father wanted sons, he was very proud of his
daughters. He was stern but loving and they had a close relationship. Her
mother was killed in an auto accident when she was only three and her father
never remarried.

With the frequent moves it was difficult to develop lasting friendships. She
formed a tight bond with her sisters and they took care of each other.

Each daughter was expected to participate in martial arts and self defense
training. Also, they exercised every morning using the same routine as the
recruits under her fathers command.

However, with her fitness and martial arts skills, she developed a very cocky
attitude.

"My father was transferred to South Korea and we lived in military housing. I
was thirteen and developed a huge crush on a boy in my class at the American
School. I think he liked me as well."

"After school, and I don't remember the day, I took a different route back to
the house. I turned down an alleyway and saw Teddy and Lisa Park holding hands
and then she gave him a peck on the cheek. I was livid but decided to wait and
confront her when we were alone."

"The next day, I asked Lisa if she'd help me practice my Korean after school
and she said sure, no problem. On the way to my house we cut down the same
alleyway and I got right in her face and accused her of stealing my
boyfriend."

"Funny, but Lisa, in a polite tone of voice, insisted that I never had a
girlfriend/boyfriend relationship with Teddy. That statement infuriated me and
I told her I was going to kick her ass. At thirteen, I was very skinny but I
was half a head taller than Lisa and I probably outweighed her by five or more
pounds."

"I squared off but she looked at me with disdain and warned me that it was MY
ASS that would get kicked. Of course, I didn't listen and she kicked my ass. I
walked home crying and an elbow to my left eye had resulted in a big shiner.
My sisters listened to my story and told me I was wrong and deserved what I
got. Now I was pissed off at them and Lisa."

"The next day after school, I confronted her again but with the same result.
Finally, on the fourth day, as Lisa tossed me to the ground for the tenth or
eleventh time, I looked up at her and called a truce. She was standing over me
and I asked if she'd teach me how to fight like her. Her face lit up and she
helped me to my feet."

"We became very close friends and discovered that neither of us really wanted
Teddy as a boyfriend. But, I had to endure four good beatings before I learned
my lesson."

We were standing in the lobby of the restaurant and the Maitre'd immediately
recognized Andrea. He escorted us to private booth in the corner and brought
us a bottle of wine.

While we were drinking the wine, Andrea continued her story.

"In high school, I was very skinny and I was determined to change my body. I
started bodybuilding and after ten years, well, I think you can see what it's
done for me." she stated with pride.

I learned that Andrea was twenty eight and recently attended law school but
was undecided on continuing.

"I met this great guy at one of my study groups and was convinced that he
might be the "one". We dated the entire year and were pretty much
inseparable."

"But, during finals week, I learned that the creep already had a fianc� in
Texas." She said with a long sigh.

"I wanted to give him a good thrashing but instead I damaged his ego. He was
in the law library and the place is crowded with panicky first year students.
While he was sitting at a table with his study group, I confronted him and
forcibly took down his pants. I bent him over my knee and with his naked butt
in the air, spanked his ass until he cried like a baby. Before the start of
the fall semester, he transferred to another law school rather than face me
and his buddies." She declared with wicked satisfaction.

As we finished our excellent dinner, Andrea related a sad but extraordinary
chapter in her life.

"As my body changed from lifting weights, I became aware of the fact that most
guys don't like girls with muscles." She said with some sadness.

"I met Brad in my sophomore year at college and we became friends before we
dated. I didn't realize that he was intimidated by my body and it wasn't until
junior year that he asked me for a date."

Andrea took a long sip from her wine glass and continued.

"Brad was the shy type but he was good looking and could have any girl on
campus if he chose to. He was gifted sexually and I fell madly in love with
him."

Andrea really looked sad and she lowered her gaze to the table top.

"It was an accepted fact between us that I was physically stronger. I naively
thought that he didn't have a problem with that but was I ever wrong."

"It was a beautiful spring day and we were sitting on a blanket in the commons
area of the campus. We were play wrestling but suddenly Brad got very serious
and tried to pin me."

"I had no intention of appearing like the weaker sex in public and Brad was
the one that got pinned. The people around us saw what happened and Brad was
mortified. He wanted a rematch and we went at it tooth and nail. But, with the
same result."

I saw tears forming in Andrea's eyes.

"Brad was livid and stormed off. I gave him a couple of days to blow off steam
and went to see him. He was very subdued but still angry. I was very much in
love with him and wanted to resolve the issue before it destroyed our
relationship. I offered a repeat match but in a discipline of his choosing."

"The dufuss chose boxing, something I am skilled at. I was getting really
annoyed with his macho attitude and if he wanted to prove a point then I
wasn't going to show him any mercy."

Two small tears were slowly coursing down Andrea's cheeks.

"We met at the campus gym and squared off in the one and only boxing ring.
Within one minute of the first round, I knew I was by far the better boxer."

"But, he started trash talking and calling me a freak with muscles and
assorted derogatory names. It infuriated me and I kicked his ass."

"I let my fists do the talking and by the middle of the third round, Brad's
face was a battered mess from all the blows. His eyes were puffed and closing,
cheeks bruised and nose trickling blood. On wobbly legs and with ragged
breathing, he was ready for the knockout punch."

I asked Brad if he had anything he wanted to tell me. If he had said he loved
me, I would have melted on the spot. I would have forgiven everything. As I
was circling him, I asked if he still had feelings for me. But, he called me a
freak and I was engulfed with sadness."

I handed Andrea a tissue for her eyes and she dabbed at the corners.

"Although I was saddened by Brad's words, my anger was far from dissipated and
I landed several savage blows to his swollen eyes. He cried out in pain and
tried to cover up but the coupe de gras was coming."

"With all my strength and weight behind me, I hit him with an upper cut to the
jaw. His feet left the floor from the force of the blow and he shrieked in
pain. His body resembled a wall of building blocks as it crumbled to the
floor, out cold."

"Luckily Brad's jaw wasn't broken and I helped him to the locker room. When he
finally regained some sense of reality, he looked devastated and was crying
like a baby."

"Even at that point if he would have shown me some repentance or affection, I
would have forgiven him. But, he tried to push me away. With a short stiff
right, I sent him back to La La Land and left."

"I was emotionally crushed by the outcome and my roommate Pam tried to console
me. For two weeks, maybe more, I was depressed and cried at the drop of a
hat."

"With only two days left in the semester, I got a call from Brad and agreed to
meet him. When I saw him, his face had fully recovered and had a very sheepish
look. He apologized for his behavior but said he was intimidated by my
muscular body. He said he still loved me but doubted that he would ever be
comfortable with the fact that I was stronger."

Andrea was crying now with big tears flowing down her face.

"I was devastated again but realized that the relationship had no chance of
working. We hugged for the last time and he whispered those three magical
words in my ear."

Andrea stopped talking and her body visibly sagged. I paid the bill and we
left the restaurant.

As we walked back to her home, her mood lightened.

"After Brad, I swore off all men. My roommate Pam invited me to vacation with
her family in the Caribbean during summer break. Her folks owned a timeshare
in St Martin on

the French side adjacent to a beautiful stretch of beach."

"Pam and I had been good friends since the start of college and I shared all
my dating misery stories with her. I was aware that she was bi but I was
strictly heterosexual in those days."

"On many occasion, I knew she was checking me out and while I was flattered, I
had no bi curious thoughts at all. But, the islands have a seductive mystique
and it heightened my libido considerably."

Andrea was smiling and with her mood lifting rapidly, I walked arm in arm with
her.

"We were free to go topless and I spent most of the time in my tiny bikini
bottom. Pam would shamelessly stare at my tits and once I caught her licking
her lips. She wasn't embarrassed and even though I thought my tits were small,
she was obsessed with them."

Andrea held my arm tightly as we walked.

"After dinner one evening, we decided to go for a swim. The weather was just
about perfect and we stripped naked and frolicked in the ocean. As we were
toweling off, Pam stared at my tits and it was making me hot. I could feel my
pussy getting damp and in a split second I decided that if she wanted my body,
it was ok by me."

"We went back to the timeshare and I told Pam she could shower first. As she
was showering, I opened the door and to her surprise got in with her. When she
recovered from her shock, she soaped my body and ran her hands all over. The
feel of her soapy hands on my tits sent shivers down my spine and ignited a
blaze in my pussy."

"Poor Pam was overcome with lust and wantonly sucked my tits until my knees
turned to jelly. I sat on a corner bench in the shower and Pam buried her face
in my snatch. The girl ate me like I was the main course at a banquet. I'll
never forget the sounds of her slurping and sucking me."

"Pam was insatiable and feasted on me every chance she could. Now, she was a
very pretty and svelte chestnut haired "hottie". With only a week left, I
wanted to return the favor and one morning as she exited the shower, I got my
chance."

"Pam was toweling off as I lay in my bed. My eyes scanned her slim body and
she saw I was ogling her. She climbed on my bed and knelt over my reclining
form. Slowly, she lowered her hairless but wet slit to my mouth. One taste and
I knew I would eat her pussy anytime. Suffice it to say that we had some wild
sixty nines. She introduced me to butt munching and I added that to my
repertoire."

We had arrived at her front door and suddenly I felt shy. Andrea's description
of girl on girl sex had moistened my pussy and I craved her hard body. Andrea
saw my expression and gazed at me with a look of need on her pretty face.

"Want to come in? She asked with a sly and sexy voice.

On the other side of her front door, Andrea took me into her arms and embraced
me. As she held me tightly against her body, she kissed me passionately and I
responded in kind. She whispered loving words in my ear that made me blush.
Hand in hand, she led me to her bedroom and an unforgettable night.

End of final chapter:

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