Date: Tue, 12 Mar 2002 12:15:06 +0000
From: Slika Power <slikapower@hotmail.com>
Subject: Sally

Sally's conquest
By Slika Power, slikapower@hotmail.com
Lynne discovers her destiny is to worship a muscle goddess

Sally guided me gently up the stairs and opened the door of her flat,
flicking on the light and kicking off her shoes simultaneously.
	"Don't worry - my other bed's always made up - I really am sorry to
make you miss your bus."

	We had met at work only the previous Monday and I had been asked to
show her the ropes. She was bright, friendly and very attractive in a
boyish sort of way, with her short, fine blonde hair, tanned, outdoor
complexion and ready smile. She had invited me to supper at a little
Italian restaurant near her flat as a way of saying thank you for my
help. I had been only too pleased to accept and on the Friday, after going
home to change, had followed her instructions, easily finding the leafy
road where she lived.
	Wearing a white sweatshirt, tight, faded blue jeans and white
trainers, she looked terrific and she smiled as she welcomed me in.
	"Mm! Leather jeans!" she enthused, giving me the once-over. "I love
leather. You look great!"
	Grabbing a black jacket from the chair, she picked up her keys and
we were on our way. She shrugged on the shiny black jacket, which rippled
and rustled in an unusual way. Seeing my curious glance, she explained:
	"It's rubber." she grinned. "Kinky, eh?"
	Laughing, I replied that it looked great and the conversation
turned to general talk as we walked along the street towards the
restaurant.
	We ate a delicious dinner, drank a carafe of crisp, white wine and
chatted happily about everything and nothing. Sally's easy manner, ready
laugh and amusing conversation put me completely at ease. I couldn't
remember when I'd enjoyed an evening out so much - even if it was with
another girl, rather than a boy. So entertained was I that all sense of
time disappeared and when finally I looked at my watch I gasped in
disbelief.
	"I've missed the last bus!"
	Sally was very apologetic and it was then that she'd insisted that
I stay overnight in her flat. I didn't want to be a nuisance, but I
accepted after some persuasion . . .

	"Would you like a coffee or a nightcap?" she offered, leading the
way into her living room
	"Well, what I'd really like first is the loo." I said and Sally
showed me where it was.
	Opposite me as I sat on the loo was a black and white
photograph. It depicted a girl in a skimpy bikini - surely unusual in a
girl's flat? But even more unusual was the fact that this girl was a
bodybuilder! Her muscles were clearly defined and emphasised by her skin,
which was obviously coated in oil. I found the picture fascinating in a
bizarre sort of way; I never knew women could develop muscles like
that. Did I find it sexy? Well, yes, just a little bit.  I tried to imagine
what it would be like to have a body like that - strong and powerful
. . . I realised I had been rather a while, so quickly finished and
returned to the living room. Sally had poured a couple of brandies. I
already felt a little woozy after the wine at dinner, but I could hardly
refuse her hospitality.
	She raised her glass and I found myself looking into her blue
eyes. I'd never had the slightest lesbian urge, yet Sally's strong,
slightly boyish good looks made me forget for a moment that she was a
girl. It must be the alcohol - I thought - I could fancy Sally! I found
myself blushing at the thought and I saw Sally smiling wickedly.
	"What did you think of the picture?"
	For some reason I felt myself blushing even more.
	"Hasn't she got the most fantastic physique!" she continued,
sipping at her brandy. "Ripped to shreds - and those fabulous abs!"
	"Mm." I managed, horribly aware of my burning face and not knowing
what to say.
	"No need to be embarrassed, Lynne," Sally murmured, edging a little
closer. I could smell the rubber of her rippling black jacket, a smell I
found inexplicably sexy - my head was reeling.  "I'm a bodybuilder too,
Lynne." she said softly. "I'm going to show you my muscles now - would you
like that?"
	I nodded, spechless, hypnotised by this powerful, magnetic
personality.  Still looking me straight in the eye, she stood up and slowly
removed the jacket. Then she unzipped her jeans, quickly peeling them off
and throwing them over the chair. Standing directly in front of me, she
spoke again:
	"Look at my strong legs! Can you see the muscle in my thighs?"
	I watched rapt as she tautened her thighs, making the muscles stand
out beneath her tanned skin. My heart was in my mouth as she pulled her
sweatshirt off to stand before me in just a very shiny black bikini - just
like the model in the photograph wore, the briefs high on the waist at the
sides, but dipping in a vee towards the centre.
	Very slowly she raised her arms, fists clenched and I saw her
biceps swell in her arms - and then she tightened her stomach, six clearly
defined slabs of muscle, such as I had never seen before. Continuing to
flex and pump up her body, her muscles became more and more defined as a
film of perspiration began to show the effort she was exerting and veins
began to appear. Her nipples were now erect under her bikini top, clearly
visible as they pushed against the slick material
	Awestruck, I licked my lips and felt myself shiver. I really did
not know what to do - how to react. Sally, though, instinctively knew the
time was right -
	"Come to me, pretty girl - come and kiss my muscles - come and pay
homage to my body, my strong, powerful body!"
	She stood, knuckles on hips, her legs akimbo, every muscle in her
body flexed and taut. I sat motionless, unable to believe what was
happening, then I heard her voice again:
	"You know you want to - you must worship my power. Come here Lynne
- now!"
	And I rose shakily to my feet, unable to stop myself obeying.
	I tell myself that, at that stage I could have broken the spell -
but I didn't. I stepped warily forwards and Sally slowly raised her right
fist, making her bicep gradually rise up.
	"Kiss it." she whispered. "Kiss my bicep."
	I heard myself whimper slightly as I leaned forward. Now I could
smell her - a mix of fresh sweat and fresh scent . . . and my lips made
contact with her arm, her taut, hard muscle tightening even more as she
felt my first tentative touch.
	It was if I'd been hit by a thunderbolt. My legs nearly gave way as
I felt my panties fill with warm, sticky love juice. Needing no further
bidding, my lips roamed frantically over Sally's beautiful steel-hard bicep
as I revelled in the act of worship, an act I now knew was my destiny. My
tongue licked and lapped at every square centimetre of her perfect,
muscular arm and I squirmed in my leather jeans in a height of fulfilment I
had never before experienced. I needed no bidding to move to Sally's other
arm, eager now to cover her entire body with my dutiful worship.
	"Now my abs - kneel before me and kiss my hard abs." she breathed,
her strong hands pressing urgently down on my shoulders.
	In a moment I was on my knees, gazing for just a second at her
wonderful, hard washboard stomach before clamping my eager mouth to her
satin skin and tracing her separations with my lapping tongue. My hands
instinctively went to grip her buttocks and for the first time I felt her
iron-hard glutes.  Spinning round, Sally gradually tautened and I gasped at
the incredible sight.  Unbidden I buried my face in Sally's gleaming black
briefs, marvelling at her hardness, her power, her very being. Lost in
servitude, I inhaled Sally's musky scent as I drove my nose and mouth into
the cleft of her buttocks, crazed with the desire, the need to worship this
goddess on Earth. She turned again and looked down at me. She spoke gently:
	"As soon as I saw you, I knew I wanted to possess you, to fuck your
pretty face, little girl. And now you want me to, don't you! You want to
feel my hot bodybuilder cunt fucking your gorgeous little face as you look
up at my strong, hard, sexy body and worship me with all your soul"
	I nodded in awe, my whole being aching to serve this goddess.
	"Say it." she said.
	"Yes." I whispered. "I want to worship you. I want you to use me as
you wish. I want to feel your power - I want you to fuck my face with your
bodybuilder cunt!"
	Smiling down at me, Sally untied the strings of her wetlook bikini
top from the sides of her brief and took it off. Her small breasts, high
and firm, were filmed with sweat and her light brown nipples stood proudly
erect on her strong chest.
	"Come on." she murmured, pulling me to my feet and leading me
through to her bedroom. Yanking back the cover on the double bed, she
revealed that the bed was made up with gleaming black rubber sheets and
pillowcases. The scent I had caught on her jacket was again in my senses,
only ten times stronger. It was a scent I was to grow to love like no
other.
	"Strip, little girlie - show me that sweet little body of yours -
or should I say mine." Sally grinned wickedly, pumping her muscles even
harder now.
	It might have been difficult for me to obey without hesitation,
never having taken my clothes off in front of another girl before. But such
was the thrall in which she held me that I did so instantly, kicking off my
shoes, wriggling out of my leather jeans and removing bra and panties
without a second thought.
	Sally uttered a lustful growl as she grabbed me in a powerful hold,
lifted me bodily and threw me onto the bed. The cold rubber of the sheet
made me gasp out loud and Sally snorted in amusement as she stood over me,
all-powerful.
	"Please . . ." I croaked.
	Spellbound I watched as she climbed onto the bed and stood over me,
one leg either side of me. I gazed up at her stupendous body as she flexed
once more before slowly lowering herself over me. I had imagined she would
have taken off her tight, shiny briefs but in fact she pulled them up even
tighter on her hips before positioning herself centimetres above my face.
	Looking up, I saw the wetlook lycra crotch of her briefs shimmer
before my eyes as, hands on hips, abs flexed, she edged ever closer. Now I
could smell her excitement and thrilled that I was the cause of
it. Desperate to worship at her most intimate shrine, I raised my head
towards her and my lips made their first ecstatic contact.
	For just a moment she froze and our eyes met.
	"Yes, my little darling," she urged. "Give yourself to me totally -
worship me!"
	With that she lowered herself onto me, the crotch of her briefs
pressing hard down on my mouth. My tongue smoothed over the slick material
and, as I sucked, I tasted her sweet love juice seeping through the lycra
and felt the folds of her wet slit slide against me. Hands still on hips,
Sally began slowly to slide back and forth over my eager mouth, gently
screwing my face, while gazing down at me with a look of pure lust on her
own beautiful face.  This was where I belonged.
	I could feel my own excitement rising, quite unaided by any
stimulation other than serving my wonderful goddess.
	Gradually Sally increased the pressure and the pace of her
movements until, suddenly she lost the measured control she had kept till
that point.  Leaning forward she grasped the back of my head in both hands
and pulled me fiercely into her. Now she was bucking against me frantically
and I was forced to snatch the odd breath as and when I could. This really
was a facefuck and it was fabulous to know that Sally had chosen me, of all
people, as the object of her desire.
	This thought brought me to the very edge of orgasm and, when I felt
Sally stiffen and grip me even tighter between her muscular thighs I knew
that she too was on the brink. Momentarily she stopped, then a great
involuntary shuddering gripped her as she came into my face, jerking
against me as I felt myself explode in a joy of fulfilment and
happiness. Gradually we subsided and Sally's vice-like grip
relaxed. Breathing in gulps of air, I continued to suck her sweet cum
through the slick briefs as I gazed up at her adoringly.
	Eventually she pulled back and got off me, lying down on the
rippling rubber sheet beside me.
	"I didn't hurt you too badly, did I" Sally asked anxiously. I
looked her straight in the eye.
	"No, you didn't - but you must understand that if you want to hurt
me, I want to be hurt. I know it's easy, leading up to sex, to say all
sorts of things, but I really do want to worship you and be yours as long
as you want me."
	Her lips met mine and, although I had been buried in her cunt for
the last ten minutes or so, it amused me to realise that this was my first
lesbian kiss!  Her tongue drove into my mouth as she kissed me with an
urgent passion that made me feel faint with pleasure. Her strong arms
encircled me tightly and she rolled on top of me, still kissing me
hungrily. The feel of her hard, muscled body against mine was heaven itself
and when she began to grind her cunt against mine I cried out at the sheer
sensation of it.
	"Oh, gorgeous baby," she cooed. "You and I are going to make some
serious music! Can you feel my muscles as I powerfuck your sweet
body. We're going to come together my little darling, my sexy little
darling!"
	My hands roamed over her sweat-slick back, tracing the definitions,
feeling her strength through my fingertips. Lower down I caressed her
iron-hard glutes through her tight bodybuilder briefs as they moved with
her.
	"I love you." I mouthed. "I love your superstrong body and every
muscle in it. I love your beauty and I worship your power!"
	As I said the words, I felt my climax welling up from some hitherto
unfathomed place deep inside me. It built, built, built until I was moaning
with the intensity of it, tossing my head from side to side, driving my
fingers into Sally's rock hard buttocks. At the same time, Sally's pace and
intensity hardened as she slammed her sweat-soaked body into mine and we
moved together, inseparable in our desperate need for release.
	Together we screamed as the floodgates opened and, locked together
as one, we came, came, came in tidal waves of the most incredible
intensity, which went on until I thought I would die. And then I must have
blacked out. . .