Like Father, Like Son, Part 3 by AmazonFan The muscle triangle comes apart Author's Note: This is a continuation of the story begun in "Like Father, Like Son" and continued in Part 2. The characters are Gary Paris: 5'8", 158 pounds; his son Donald, 6'1", 166 pounds; and Samantha Brookings, 5'11", 165 pounds, 44C-25-38, 16 1/2" arms, 25" thighs. No one got much sleep on Saturday night. Gary tossed and turned, his mind wrestling with the problems of what to do with Samantha and what to do with his out of control libido. Sam and Donald did their own wrestling -- the erotic kind -- as Sam fucked Donald with a ferocity unusually intense even by her own passionate standards. Donald was awakened on Sunday morning by Sam's insistent sucking on his cock, her hands gently massaging his overtaxed balls. "Give it up Sam. I don't think I got another drop left. You've fucked me out." he complained. Sam knew she'd pushed Donald to his limits, but she had other things on her mind. Like a crash course, self-instructed, in how to get a man hard again. If Gary was going to keep having premature ejaculations, she wanted to be able to get him hard again quickly. So if she could get Donald erect again after a long night of fucking, she reasoned she could get Gary up after just one load was spent. She swung her body around so they were in a 69 position and wrapped her 25" thighs around Donald's head. A little taste of her musk, a little taste of her muscles constricting his skull, and the best head she could give. Would that do the trick? When she took one of his testicles in her mouth and started swirling with her tongue, Donald moaned softly and began to respond. "I cannot believe you can make this happen," he whispered. "God does that feel glorious!" She gently popped his ball out of her mouth and replaced it with his whole penis. The sensation of its growing in her mouth surprised her with its erotic effects. She guessed Gary was too big for her to deep throat, but she could handle Donald. Satisfied that she'd figured out at least one effective technique, Sam got off Donald and started for the door. "That was kind of abrupt," he complained. "Did I do something wrong?" "No. It's not you hon," she replied. "I just realized I've got to get a move on. This is the last day before I start work and I've got a big day ahead of me. You hungry?" "Starved." "Well I'll see what's in the kitchen, if your father hasn't started breakfast already. See you after I shower." Sam finished her shower, got dressed, and arrived in the kitchen before Donald. Gary was already there, working on some omelets. He glanced furtively at Samantha. He was a bit afraid to be alone with her. He wished Donald would get there. "Sorry about last night," she whispered, sidling up to him. She stroked his arm. He jumped away. "Sam, what are you doing? He could walk in here at any moment." Gary protested. Sam was beginning to realize that it was going to be increasingly difficult to keep everything that was going on a secret from Donald and Gary. The awkward silences that started last night at dinner happened again at breakfast and made it clear how uncomfortable father and son were around each other. The status quo was unacceptable. She'd have to change things. By 11:30 both Gary and Donald were at the pool. Samantha was a little surprised that Gary was there, but it would make it easier for her to confront them. She came out wearing a red string bikini, not as outrageous as the one she'd worn with Gary the day before, but skimpy nevertheless. She laid down on her stomach on one of the chaise lounges and unfastened her top. She sunned herself for about twenty minutes, then rolled over onto her back - without putting her top back on. Gary's eyes were closed, but Donald noticed immediately. He figured she'd simply forgotten. He tiptoed over to her chair and whispered in her ear, "Hey, aren't we missing something?" "No, we're not." Sam replied. loudly enough to get Gary's attention. His chest tightened when he saw her naked, magnificent breasts. "Sam, come on." Donald objected. "My father's here. You can't go topless." "Why not? He's vacationed in southern France and the Caribbean. It's not like he's never seen a woman on a beach without a top on. What's the difference? What's the problem?" she replied. "I've got a problem," Donald countered, throwing a towel over her. Sam tossed it aside and stood up. "You're about to have a bigger problem." she said menacingly. She stood face to face with Donald. "You've got to put you top on." "Make me." "Sam, don't do this to me." "Do what?" Sam turned to Gary who sat in his chair nearly paralyzed with fear. He sensed this confrontation was going to blow everything wide open and he seemed powerless to stop it. "You haven't said anything," she said. "Do you have a problem with my not wearing a top?" "Yeah." Gary replied. "See!" Donald interjected. "Like father, like son," Sam smirked. "It's not like you two haven't seen me topless before." "What do you mean?" Donald cried. "When did he see you topless?" "Yesterday. You missed a lot of fun while you were at your little recital." "You bitch!" he screamed. He raised his hand to strike her, but Sam was far too fast for him. She grabbed his wrist in mid air and twisted his arm. "You should know better than to ever call me that," she declared, twisting Donald's limb further, causing him to wince with pain. She grabbed his other arm and used her overwhelming power to force Donald to his knees. He looked up at her, her body gleaming with a thin sheen of perspiration. Her mountainous deltoids and biceps bulged from the exertion, but she was using just a trace of her power. She began to bend his wrists back, waiting for him to yell in pain, waiting for him to beg her to stop. Suddenly she was being grabbed around the waist. Gary was pulling her off Donald. She let go of Donald's hands and let herself be lifted off the ground. She laughed at the thought of Gary trying to break up her argument. She took hold of Gary's wrists and began to pry his arms loose. Gary was holding on as best he could, but he could feel he was fighting a losing battle. He could see and feel the power generated by her chiseled upper body. Her hard, flexed physique swelling as he struggled against her. The relentless force teasing him, wearing him down, overcoming his resistance. She giggled at the futility of his effort. She pulled his arms further and further out till she was completely free of his grip. Suddenly she rammed Gary with her glutes, knocking him backwards into a chaise. "Nice landing," she laughed. "I think it would be advisable for you not to interfere again in this little misunderstanding Donald and I are having. Why don't you sit there while I settle things. Unless, of course, you want me to show Donald what I did to you yesterday." Donald became enraged at this latest insinuation and charged at Sam. She slapped his hands away and grabbed him around the waist, throwing him up on her shoulder. For the moment, Gary was just watching, keeping his distance. Sam quickly maneuvered Donald across her broad shoulders, hooking her arms around his neck and leg in a classic back breaker. "Tell me Gary," she said, "Ever see a girl do this to a guy in any of your videos?" Gary felt a pain in his stomach. He knew he hadn't mentioned the videos to her. They'd only talked about his L.H. Art collection. "What videos?" he asked, fearing he already knew the answer. "I'm afraid Donald spilled the beans," she replied. "I wrapped my legs around him, squeezed a few times, and he decided he'd better cooperate. Which is what he's about to do now." Sam pulled her arms downward causing Donald's back to arch. "No. No, Sam. My back! Please, please stop." Donald moaned. Gary watched with a combination of amazement and fear. In just seconds Sam had effortlessly thrown Donald across her shoulders and forced him into a painful submission. Her upper arms were almost as big as Donald's thighs and far more muscular and powerful. She held him captive without the slightest sign of strain. Her nipples on her jutting 44C's became erect, an obvious physical manifestation of the pleasure she derived from exerting her muscular dominance over men. Sam continued to bend Donald's back against its will. To teach Donald a lesson. For the enjoyment it gave her to force him to give into her wishes. And to show off in front of Gary. "Aaarrrggghhh! No more. Please." Donald pleaded. "So I can wear whatever I want?" "Yes." "And do whatever I want?" "Yes. Oh shit that hurts. YES!" "Told you I'd clear up this little misunderstanding." she grinned to Gary. "And now that you and Donald know all about your mutual special interests, I would hope that everyone will feel like the weight's been lifted off them. Like this." Sam shifted her grip slightly and pressed Donald up all the way over her head. Gary blinked twice, stupefied that Sam could lift and control Donald's 165 pounds so easily. Her arms and upper torso swelled from the application of her seemingly limitless reserves of power. She carried Donald to the edge of the pool and dumped him in. She dove in after him and swam up behind him, grabbing hold of him and pulling him into the shallow end. She grabbed hold of the back waistband of his bathing suit with one hand and cupped her other hand over the front. "Sam. What are you doing?" Donald asked in panic, trying to squirm out of her grasp. Gary stood up and walked to the edge of the pool. "Sam, you've already gone too far revealing what should have been personal and private. Now you're out of control. Let go of Donald. Get out of the pool. Get your clothes back on. And pack up your stuff. I'll find and pay for another place for you to stay, because I know you have your summer job and you were counting on staying here. But this is too disruptive. You can't stay here any longer." Sam glared at Gary, unused to having anyone deliver an ultimatum to her. "Come clean, Gary," she chided. "I've only been here for a week. How disruptive could I have been? Donald already knew about your collections. All that's changed is that now you know that your secret wasn't a secret. That's going too far? What you're really afraid of is that everything else is going to come out of the bag. And since you can't prevent me from doing what I want, you want me out of here." "What do you mean 'everything else'?" Donald asked. "What else is there, Dad? Why are you trying to throw her out?" Donald was fighting a losing battle, unable to free himself from Sam's powerful grip on his waistband and unable to prevent getting an erection while she massaged his crotch, brazenly defying Gary. Gary didn't know what or how to answer. He'd tried and failed to wrest control of the situation from Sam and now she and his son were, for the moment, united against him. His mind was in gridlock, frozen by the pressure of the moment. Trying hard not to let the sight in front of him ignite his libido. But there she was, nearly naked, glistening in the sunlight. The dominating muscles of her upper body. The firm round breasts. The ease with which she held Donald in place. The way she fondled him and aroused him against his will. "I think he's waiting for an answer," Sam said. She slipped her fingers inside Donald's waistband, found the drawstring, and drew it out till it was untied. Then she pulled out the back, loosening the waistband. Thinking Sam was concentrating on Gary, Donald chose that moment to dive forward, trying to escape her grip. But he judged wrong. Donald literally jumped right out of his suit. The sight of his bare ass splashing in the water broke the tension of the moment. Sam and Gary started laughing. Embarrassed, Donald tried to cover his erection with his hands and climb out of the pool. Sam was laughing too hard to attempt to stop him. Donald made a humiliated dash for the house. Sam waded over to beneath where Gary was standing. "Donald didn't hang around for an answer, but I don't think his question's going away, and it's not going away if you throw me out either," she said. "I'm afraid you're right," Gary replied. "So there's really no point in my finding somewhere else to stay for the summer, is there?" she asked, "Besides that wouldn't stop me from coming over here like this. What are you going to do, ban me from the property?" "You're going to cause nothing but trouble Sam," Gary sighed. "Me? Trouble?" she answered, feigning disbelief. "No. There's only going to be one kind of trouble around here." She paused for effect and turned her gaze directly at Gary's crotch. "You are going to have trouble keeping THAT inside your shorts." Sam simultaneously raised her arms in a mammoth double biceps pose and inhaled deeply while thrusting her jutting breasts out further. From Gary's view, Sam's torso seemed to double in size. Her 16 1/2" arms and 44" chest swelling with power and sex appeal, a bulging mass of hard curves, chiseled sinews and uplifted breast flesh. A muscular Siren seducing him with a song of power and passion that had been just a fantasy for him just a week ago. Out of the corner of her eye, Sam caught sight of the blinds moving in Donald's room. "I think Donald's watching us." she told Gary. "Well I hope you're smart enough not to do anything foolish," he replied. "Like rip your suit off and rape you right here?" she taunted. "Don't worry Gary. Even though I'm more than a bit of an exhibitionist when it comes to my body, I like my sex in private." Gary breathed a sigh of relief. "But Gary," she replied, hoisting herself out of the pool. "You know, Donald still doesn't know that you spied on us when we were wrestling." "I'm not sure I like where this is going, Sam." "Well now he's spying on us. Maybe it would be neat if we kind of evened things up. He gets to see me wrestle you." "And what does that accomplish except cause more trouble between the three of us?" "Well he knows something happened yesterday. There's no point in denying it. The more open we are, the less tension there's going to be between us because no one's going to beat their brains out wondering what's going on." "I don't want him to think I've had sex with you." "Come on Gary, you've come twice. Technically speaking, we haven't done it. But I've told you and him that I will sleep with whomever I please. He's an adult. In spite of his little blow up before, he'll learn to handle it. And, believe it or not Gary, I do like him." "So what you're saying is is that to try to keep peace in this house I have to let him see us wrestle?" "You got a better idea?" she challenged. Donald was going crazy trying to figure out what was going on. What had happened between Sam and his father yesterday? What were they doing talking there at the pool? Was Sam trying to talk him into letting her stay? Or were they doing something else? He was still to mortified to go back outside, so all he could do was spy on them from the shelter of his room. Sam thrust her arms out, shoving Gary's shoulders. He stumbled backwards several steps. "Not only are we going to even things up," Sam declared, "He's going to see how well, or how poorly, you wrestle against me. What's he going to think of the old man if I demolish you in a flash?" Donald watched his father circling cautiously, obviously on the defensive. Even though Gary was only three inches shorter and seven pounds lighter than Sam he seemed dwarfed by her exceptional muscularity. Her thickly muscled shoulders, the broad back, the tremendous arms, the massive thighs made him seem so puny and vulnerable. Sam came forward steadily, forcing Gary to backpedal to the grass. Then she lunged and their bodies collided. He grunted from the pain of her unyielding hardness thudding against his mere mortal frame. Donald watched her snaking her arms around Gary's waist, lifting him off his feet and cinching her grip tightly. There was no mistaking the pain on Gary's face from the crushing pressure of her potent embrace. Donald watched her jerk Gary's body even harder, as her biceps ballooned and the veins in her neck popped. "My god you're so strong," Gary moaned. "No matter how many stories you've read or videos you've watched, ain't nothing like the real thing, huh?" "I never imagined...aaaghh! Shit, that hurts." Gary's words were cut off by his pain. "I'll have you finished off in no time," she sneered. "You're going to have to get in better shape than this if we're going to have any fun this summer." Donald continued watching, feeling a bit strange. How odd it seemed to be watching Sam wrestle instead of being her opponent. And yet he knew exactly what his father was feeling, since he'd been in these holds himself. He could feel her overwhelming strength just watching his father suffer in her bear hug. A muscle voyeur, he was entranced by her rock hard physique rippling with power and savage beauty. As he stood there he watched Sam lift his father up over her head, just as she'd done to him. His cock began to grow hard again. "Please Sam, be careful." Gary pleaded, terrified at his precarious position. "Don't worry, I've got you under control," she assured him. "I want to show off a little for Donald. Besides, you seemed pretty awe struck when I did this to him. I figured you'd want it done to you." "You must be twice as strong as I am." "I have to be if I'm going to keep you and Donald in line. Maybe I'll let the two of you try to take me on at once. Down we go!" Sam lowered Gary to her shoulder and then scoop slammed him to the grass. He let out a loud "oof" as he came down hard on his back. Sam immediately body splashed Gary, knocking him breathless. Without pausing an instant she raised her hips and began slamming her steel body against Gary's weak frame, threatening to pile drive him into the ground. "Enough Sam. Enough! You're crushing me," he moaned. "I thought you liked this," she jeered. Donald held his breath as he watched Sam methodically slam into her foe. He knew all too well how effective a punishment her hip thrusts were. And to see it from this vantage point, to see her glutes clench into tight balls, to watch the quads tighten with each exertion, he was more intimidated by her strength than ever. He also held his erection. Gary felt like he'd been assaulted with a battering ram. His pulverized stomach and chest had been hammered into submission. Her magnificent body still glistened from the water. Skin taut. Muscles unyielding. An unrelenting machine not showing the slightest sign of fatigue. She paused and hovered above him, allowing him a brief respite from pain and a tantalizing look at her abundant cleavage. "What I'd really like to be doing right now is finish you off by smothering you with my boobs," she whispered. "I wouldn't even need to bother with my grapevine. That would be overkill in the condition you're in now. But, you could get an erection, or worse, if I ground my crotch against you as I spread you wide." "Don't talk like that, Sam," Gary asked, knowing how easily she could get him aroused. "I wonder if Donald could handle it if he found out what kind of tool his father is packing," she answered. She slid up his body and sat straddling his chest. He was far too weakened to fight her off. She grasped the back of his head and pulled it up as she stretched her legs forward. She encompassed his head and neck with a figure four leg lock. "Remind me to do this to you when I'm naked," she purred, "So your tongue can have unrestricted access to where I need it." She squeezed her 25" thighs together, her 16" calf pressing against the back of his neck, forcing his face closer to her crotch. The pain from the enormous pressure on his cheekbones made his eyes swim. He could feel the softness of her skin against his, but the thighs underneath were like pillars of carved oak. "Mmmuunngghh!" he cried, unable to form words, his mouth puckering from the intense pressure caving in his face. "Does that mean you give?" Sam sneered as added even greater pressure to her figure four. Gary's pitiful squeals and the way his eyes bugged out of his skull told her he meant yes. She unhooked her legs and knelt over him, her thighs cradling his head. It occurred to her that from the way they were positioned, Donald's view would be of her back. She inched forward so that her crotch was right in front of Gary's eyes. She put her thumbs in the waistband of her bikini bottom and pulled it forward giving him another view of her blond pussy. "Welcome to the promised land," she purred. "I'm going to sit on your face and smother you with this and then I am going to fuck your Princeton brains out." She let go of the suit and it snapped back into place. She stood up and looked down at Gary. There was a large wet spot on his trunks. He'd come again. She prayed that Donald hadn't noticed what had happened - that he'd been concentrating on her muscular dominance. She positioned herself between Donald's view and Gary and pulled him to his feet. She cradled him in her arms and walked to the pool. "You'd better get all wet or he's going to see where you already are," she smiled, throwing Gary into the pool. "I can't control myself Sam," Gary whispered as he resurfaced. "You will." she declared. Sam headed straight for Donald's bedroom. Having fought the two of them back to back she was horny as hell. She slid the door open. There was Donald, his cock semi erect, a drop of semen oozing from the head. "You were jerking off while you watched me wrestle him?" she yelled, furious that he was spent and could not satisfy her immediate carnal needs. Donald cowered against the wall. Her spectacular display of physical prowess against his father was too arousing for him to deny himself relief. She walked over to him and lifted him up under his armpits, a foot of the floor. Without warning she slammed him against the wall, making the whole house shake. She let go and he crumpled to the floor. She decided on the spot to punish him for taking his pleasure before hers. To teach him that if he wanted to have a relationship with her that her dominance entitled her to certain privileges. If she wanted him she would have him and he would be ready. By masturbating as she wrestled Gary, Donald had put his needs before hers. How could anyone so physically inferior and powerless be so selfish? She looked out the window. Gary was heading into his own room. She grabbed Donald by his hair and yanked him to his feet, lifted him by the waist onto her shoulder, and started down the hallway to Gary's room. Donald struggled to break loose as she walked the length of the hall. "You're not going anywhere, sweetie," she said icily. "We're going to get everything out in the open, once and for all." Gary was startled as the door flew open and Sam walked in carrying Donald, who still had no clothes on, over her shoulder. She dumped him to the carpet unceremoniously. "Hi. I thought we'd pay you a little visit." Samantha announced. "Now what's going on?" asked Gary defensively. "Donald got so excited watching our wrestling match outside that he decided to take matters into his own hand," she said. She made a gesture with her hand as if she was jerking off a cock. Donald turned beet red. "So why'd you drag him down here?" Gary inquired. "Correction. Carry him." Sam chuckled. "Donald forgot that his role in our relationship is to keep me happy. That's all he has to do. I do the physical stuff. I'm the muscle. I'm the power. I'm the tits and ass. I'm the flesh and blood incarnation of his fantasies. But he made himself happy before he satisfied me. Maybe because he set this whole thing up this summer with my being here, with his knowing that my muscles would drive you crazy too, maybe he thought he was pulling the strings behind the scenes." "Sam, no. I wasn't." Donald interrupted. "Shut up," she snapped. She turned back to Gary. "Well now he's seen us wrestle, so he knows he's got no exclusivity on that one. And now he's about to learn that if he doesn't do his job keeping me happy, there's more than enough of you to do the job." "Sam. No." Gary objected. "Don't worry, Gary." she continued, "We're not going to do IT in front of Donald." She spun back to Donald. "Stay right where you are. You move or try to leave this room, I'll just drag you back and knock you down so hard you won't be able to move." Sam turned back and faced Gary. She walked up until she was about a foot away, careful to position herself so that she again blocked Donald's view of his father. "Sam, this is crazy," Gary protested. "Gary." she sighed. "Do you want me to wrestle you into submission again? Don't answer that. Maybe it's yes!" She chuckled. "Look all you have to do is just stand there. You know you're going to have to do what I want so why fight it? Why make a big deal about it? It was probably going to come out anyway." She laughed to herself at a pun maybe only she picked up on. She pulled off her bikini bottom and tossed it back to Donald. "You can amuse yourself with those while I talk to your father," she smirked. She looked Gary straight in the eye and held his gaze as she slowly inhaled, filling her lungs, expanding her massive chest, thrusting her jutting succulently firm globes out. Her nipples became erect and she could feel her pussy getting wet. Gary would be able to smell her sweet musk in seconds. She raised her arms up and struck a double biceps pose, her weight trained muscles exploding in size. A panorama of curves and contours. A glorious display of unfathomable power. Gary looked at her arms, looked at the thick cords of trapezius muscle, the rippling wall of abdominal rock, the terrifying thickness of her massive quads. Back up to those glorious breasts, proudly defying gravity, twin symbols of feminine power. His mouth went dry. And in spite of his age and the fact that he had ejaculated just minutes ago, he felt his penis begin to stiffen. He knew he could not stop it or control it. He was hers. Sam looked down at his growing bulge. "Looks like I won't have to say much," she smiled. "Looks like my bod is doing all the talking. She turned and treated Gary to a display of her rear poses, the broad sinewy expanse of her back, the magnificent steel glutes, the thick hard calves. She flexed and unflexed her ass while thrusting her hips forward and back, mimicking the motions of her devastating hip thrusts. She turned to face him again. She stepped so close to him her jutting nipples were only an inch away from his chest. He trembled slightly. "You will stay in control," she whispered. "That's an order." Gary tried to steel himself. He felt her fingers grip his bathing suit. She paused and smiled. "Nice and easy," she coaxed. She found the drawstring and untied it. She loosened the waistband. "Ready?" she asked. She slid her hands around the to back and began to peel his suit down over his butt. Suddenly she felt his freed erection spring up and slap against her abs. She looked down and felt her own sense of awe. His erection was enormous and was standing up so proudly! "Well Donald," she called, "This is what you're up against now." She stepped to the side and let Donald see his father. The color left Donald's face. The drama of the moment struck him like a thunderbolt. He turned his head away. Gary turned too. "Sam, I think that's enough," he said softly. "You can leave now, Donald," she ordered. Dejected he got up and left. "Shall I close the door?" he asked sarcastically on the way out. "Yes," Sam replied. "Well look at the mess you've got us in now," Gary said dejectedly, his erection withering with the frustration and embarrassment of the moment. "If I had thoughts about you're staying here this summer before, I'm sure Donald is thinking them now." Self-conscious of his nudity, he picked up a towel and wrapped it around his waist. The possibility that her anger had made her go too far was hitting Sam. She sat down on the edge of the bed. "Oh, he'll get over it. He's just in shock at the size of the old man's equipment. So he's feeling inadequate that he's weaker and me and smaller than you." Sam offered, trying to minimize the apparent damage. "I think you're just trying to rationalize your way out of this Sam." Gary replied. "Listen to you. You're saying it's his fault. Don't you see you're responsible. You want to run the show because you've got enormous physical gifts. You think you're entitled to have your way with anyone you can overpower. But you don't want to deal with the consequences." Sam was smart enough to understand Gary's argument. "Well if I got us into a mess, then, according to your theory, it's my responsibility to get us out. I'm open to suggestions." she said. "Stand up and get out of here. Go find Donald. If you go to him right away then he'll know we didn't just have sex. And if you tell him the truth, if you let him know that despite what you've done to me and despite my being aroused by you, if you tell him I have not wanted to sleep with you, he may not be happy, but he may understand." "That's all well and good," Sam replied, "But if he asks me if I want to have you, I'm not going to lie. Whether or not I patch things up with Donald, I'm not missing out on my opportunity with you." "Sam, listen to yourself. When are you going to learn?" She stood up and walked over to Gary and ripped his towel off. She took hold of his penis and began to massage it. It began to respond instantaneously, lengthening and thickening. As quickly as she grabbed it, she let go. "What I've learned is that your cock goes bananas every time I get near. I could have jerked you off in ten seconds. But I'm going to show you I can listen and learn too. I'm going to go see Donald. But I'm not through with you. Not by a long shot." She patted him on the cheek and walked out of the bedroom. Gary looked down. A full erection again. "She's more than I can handle. She's more than Donald can handle. What the hell are we going to do?" At that instant he heard the thunderous, sickening sound of gunfire. A body hitting the floor. Then silence. Eerie, foreboding silence. Then a children's chorus. He recognized it immediately. The Rolling Stones' "You Can't Always Get What You Want." Footsteps in the hallway approached his room. He felt paralyzed. The doorknob turned. The End Copyright 1995 All rights reserved.