HEATHER, Part 2
by amazonfan
Tom comes home for the summer and meets Heather's friend Jessie


The story so far:  In Part 1, Tom's father impulsively remarried in 
Vegas.  Tom meets his new family for the first time over spring break 
from college.  His stepsister, Heather, and her friend, Claire, are both 
bigger and far stronger than Tom, a fact he discovers when he's caught 
spying on one of their nude workouts in the family gym.  But Heather and 
Claire make quite a discovery, too -- that Tom is exceptionally well 
hung.  Part 1 ends with Heather and Claire using Tom's body for their 
mutual sexual ecstasy. 


PART 2 


That first encounter in the gym set the pattern for the remainder of 
Tom's spring break.  Heather and Claire made muscle sport of him 
everyday, breaking his resistance and his will with their overwhelming 
strength.  And they made sexual sport of him as well, as the novelty of 
such a big penis flamed their desires. 

But as Tom realized he had no control over either of them physically, he 
also realized that they were exerting some strange kind of erotic 
control over him as well.  In actuality he was losing control.  He found 
seeing their huge muscles and exceptional physiques and feeling their 
bodies and their strength was provoking a state of arousal he'd never 
experienced before. 

It culminated one night when Claire had his legs spread wide with a 
grapevine hold.  Her full, super-firm breasts hovered over his face.  
"I'm going to smother you out with my boobs, Tom," she whispered,  
"You're so helpless against me, there isn't anything you can do to stop 
me.  KO'd just by my tits.  Could I kill you with my pussy?"  Suddenly 
Tom's cock erupted.  Premature ejaculation!  She hadn't even touched his 
dick.  It had never happened to Tom before.  He was mortified and Claire 
was furious.  She made him pay for his indiscretion and subsequent loss 
of erection by sitting on his face until he gave her five orgasms and 
then he passed out. 

So Tom welcomed the end of spring break and the chance to escape Heather 
and Claire by returning to college.  He resolved to regain control of 
the situation when he went home again for the summer.  He started going 
to the gym to work out and lift weights.  It wasn't a regular schedule, 
but the best he could do with his heavy class load.  He actually managed 
to put about 10 pounds on his 5'8" frame, up to 150.  His arms grew to a 
little over 13".  He looked firmer, in better shape.  He felt stronger. 

He also devoted time to improving his control over ejaculation.  He sat 
through lectures flexing his PC muscle.  And in private, he masturbated 
while recalling images of Heather and Claire naked.  He tried to make 
himself last longer while giving himself hand jobs. 

The semester finally ended and graduation day came.  Heather didn't come 
because she was having her own freshman year exams.  Tom's father 
announced that he and his wife were going to Europe for the first month 
of the summer, leaving Tom and Heather alone out in L.A. 

"You'll take care of Heather, won't you Tom?" asked his step mother. 

"I'll sure try," he answered as optimistically as he could, though to 
quite a different question. 

Tom arrived home to an empty house, a note from Heather taped to the 
refrigerator saying, "About time you're back.  You've got work to do!  
See you later." 

He unpacked and decided to go to the home gym.  He started to change 
into workout clothes and then thought, "Fuck it.  I'm going to show her 
I'm not intimidated anymore.  If they can work out in the nude and in 
private, then so can I."  He wrapped a towel around himself and walked 
down the hall to the gym, marched in and locked the door behind him. 

Being back in that room for the first time since spring break, Tom 
suddenly felt a tightness and apprehension.  Visions of being physically 
and sexually dominated swirled through his mind like quick cuts from a 
music video.  Tom shook his head and chastised himself.  "I've built 
myself up," he thought, "It's different now." 

He decided to do a few bench presses.  He set up the bar with 150 
pounds, smiling at the recollection that when he first went to the gym a 
few weeks ago he had trouble with 100.  He was sure he could bench more, 
but there was no one to spot for him.  He lay down on the bench and 
grasped the bar, eased it off the rack and brought it down to his chest.  
Exhaling, he thrust the bar up until his arms were fully extended.  Then 
he eased it down.  He felt good.  He controlled the weight.  He had new 
found strength.  He was reasserting his manhood. 

Again.  And again.  A few more reps and a set was done.  A brief break.  
Beginning another set.  A little muscle fatigue setting in.  A little 
more strain.  His mind wandered.  He imagined his hands were locked with 
Heather's, the resistance he felt was her trying to pin him.  His mind 
pictured her colossal arms, her 42D breasts.  His breathing got tight.  
The bar got so heavy.  He strained with all his might to finish one more 
rep and put the bar back on the rack.  He gazed down his body and saw 
his full fledged erection sticking up through the folds of the towel. 

"Damn," he thought, "I think of her and this room and it's instant hard-
on time.  I've got to be in control!"  He took the towel off and let his 
erection subside. 

Tom lay back down on the bench for one more set.  He took hold of the 
bar and eased it off the rack.  He lowered it to his chest and closed 
his eyes to concentrate.  In the middle of the second rep, he heard a 
key turn in the lock.  He just kept going and kept his eyes closed. 

He finished the set and was greeted with applause.  "Well look at what 
we have here," said Heather, "The incredible Hulk working out ...NOT!!"  
She laughed hysterically.  Her words forced Tom to open his eyes, sit 
up, and look at her direction. 

He had expected to see Heather and, perhaps, Claire.  He wouldn't have 
been uncomfortable with them seeing him this way because they'd stripped 
him naked several times during spring break.  But there was a new girl 
there with Heather!.  A wave of embarrassment swept over him.  Oh shit, 
he thought, why did I take that towel off?  Tom covered himself with his 
hands. 

"Well Tom, you certainly do know how to make a first impression," 
Heather said, "Allow me to introduce you to Jessie Barnum.  She drove me 
to the beach today.  I told her you'd be happy to wash and wax her car." 

"Whoa, wait a minute," Tom replied, "Things aren't going to be the way 
they were around here last time I was home.  I've been working out.  I 
put on some weight.  I'm not going to be pushed around." 

"Tom, if you need a refresher course in who's the boss around here, I'll 
be happy to oblige." Heather replied, "Look at you.  You're still a 
wimpy runt compared to me.  I'm taller, heavier, and at least twice as 
strong.  You think you could close the gap between us in a couple of 
months?  You want to settle this right now?" 

Jessie Barnum spoke.  "Look Heather, I don't want you fighting because 
of me.  I don't want Tom to do anything against his will.  I just came 
by for a light workout." 

"Well I was going to work out later," Heather answered, "I really feel 
like taking a shower and getting the salt water and suntan lotion washed 
off." 

"Tom, would you mind spotting for me?" asked Jessie, picking up the 
towel and handing it to Tom.  He was a bit surprised by this gesture and 
hesitated answering.  "Look," she continued, "I'm 5'4" and 140 pounds.  
You're taller and heavier.  You're not scared of being in here with me, 
are you?" 

Tom sensed he was being set up, but he knew if he backed down now, 
Heather would make the next month miserable for him.  Jessie's beach 
cover-ups were so loose fitting he couldn't be sure what her body was 
like underneath.  Still, he had a height and weight advantage, he told 
himself. 

"Afraid?" he finally answered, "Why should I be afraid?  Not only will I 
spot for you," he said, "But since I already started working out, I'll 
let you spot for me." 

"You're on," Jessie replied.  Heather whispered something Tom couldn't 
hear and then announced she was leaving for her shower.  Tom heard the 
lock click and realized she'd made off with his key, so he couldn't 
excuse himself to get any clothes.  Well, no problem, he'd survive with 
the towel.  Besides, Jessie had already seen everything. 

"If you're finished with your bench presses, I think that's where I'll 
start," Jessie announced.  She walked over to the bar and shook her 
head. 

"Too heavy?" asked Tom, trying to bait her.  She ignored him and removed 
the collars from the bar.  Then she added plates to both sides until 
there was 250 pounds on the bar.  Tom felt his mouth going dry.  100 
pounds more than he pressed.  100 pounds more than he weighed. 

"Excuse me for a sec, I've got to use the ladies room," Jessie said, 
retiring to the gym's bathroom.  Tom debated trying to bench the bar.  
He lay down and began to grasp the bar.  He was unsure he could even get 
it out of the rack. 

"Hey, no cutting, it's my turn," shouted Jessie, coming out of the bath.  
Tom was somehow grateful she'd returned so quickly.  Jessie had taken 
off her cover-up and was wearing a one piece tank suit that covered her 
body like a second skin. 

"Claire tells me you like girls with big upper bodies.  What do you 
think?" Jessie asked.  Her upper body was huge.  Since she was a lot 
shorter than Heather and Claire were, the compactness of her frame 
resulted in incredible physical mass. 

"They tell me that I've overdeveloped my upper body at the expense of my 
legs, but with shorter legs like mine I want to keep them from getting 
like tree trunks," she explained, "My chest measures 42" and my upper 
arms are 16 3/4".  My waist is 21"."  She didn't tell Tom her cup size 
and she didn't have to.  He could see she was at least a D. 

"Cat got your tongue?" she kidded, "Well. come over here and be useful."  
Jessie positioned herself on the bench and Tom stood behind her head.  
She paused to focus her concentration and then reached up to grasp the 
bar.  Tom's vantage point gave him a perfect look down the deep chasm of 
her cleavage.  Even flat on her back, her breasts were so firm they rose 
off her chest like two solid cantaloupe-sized mountains.  She eased the 
bar off the rack and brought it down till it just grazed her globes.  
She exhaled as she effortlessly pressed the bar up.  She lowered the bar 
very slowly, to put extra work on her massive upper arms.  Tom watched 
in amazement each time her biceps swelled into a rock solid mass of 
muscle. 

Jessie finished four sets of ten reps each with barely a pause between 
sets.  As she eased the bar onto the rack, she tilted her head back to 
check out Tom's reaction.  The bulge under his towel told her all she 
needed to know. 

"Done your one arm curls yet?" she asked.  Jessie picked up two 50 pound 
dumbbells and began curling, alternating each arm.  Tom thought of the 
time he had picked up a 45 pound dumbbell at the college gym.  Felt like 
his elbow would tear apart trying to curl it once.  Rep after rep 
Jessie's biceps swelled and hardened, inspiring a similar reaction from 
his cock.  Tom was getting embarrassed by his growing arousal, yet 
mesmerized by the display of muscles in front of his eyes. 

"What happened to your exercising, Tom?  The only workout you seem to be 
getting is your eyes and underneath your towel," Jessie teased, "I 
thought you were going to show me how big and strong you are.  It's true 
what Heather says.  You're a wimp." 

"That's bullshit," he replied, "I'll bet Heather didn't tell you that 
she had her friend Claire to double team me before.  And that was before 
I started working out." 

"Well there's only one of me and I'm smaller than them and a little 
smaller than you - well weight-wise I'm smaller," Jessie chuckled, "So 
what do you say we find out how big and strong you are now?  I could 
challenge you to match me in weightlifting, but that's too boring.  
Besides I want you to feel for yourself how strong I am.  So what do you 
say to a little wrestling match?  Or are you going to try to weasel out, 
wimp?"  Jessie had set up Tom perfectly.  He couldn't back down. 

"I can hardly wait to see the expression on your face and on Heather's 
when you lose," Tom declared gamely, trying to project as much macho 
courage as he could. 

"Well let's make sure you don't make any excuses afterward that you 
didn't go all out,"  Jessie said, "It's winner takes all.  And, winner 
by submission only.  No arguing over pins." 

"What's 'winner takes all' include?" asked Tom, thinking back to the 
girls' comments about washing the car and suspecting the stakes were 
being raised considerably. 

"Anything and everything I want," she replied coolly.  She shifted her 
gaze down to Tom's crotch to make sure he understood her meaning.  
"That's because I'm putting everything on the line."  Jessie pulled both 
straps of her bathing suit down off her shoulders.  She peeled the tight 
suit down over her breasts and paused.  Tom marveled that her breasts 
maintained their upright position despite their full size.  Jessie 
smiled and finished peeling the suit off, tossing it aside.  Naked, the 
extraordinary development of every square inch of her body was even more 
amazing to see.  "C'mon Tom, let's see what you've got." 

For a moment Tom wasn't sure whether Jessie was referring to his 
wrestling ability or the towel still wrapped around his waist.  What he 
was sure of was that Jessie looked every bit as muscular as Heather and 
Claire.  She was just shorter.  And as far as being smaller than he was, 
well he couldn't quite comprehend how she could weigh ten pounds less 
and yet be so much more massive than he was, especially throughout her 
upper body.  He realized that the only way he was now going to prevail 
was if somehow her development didn't translate into that much strength, 
that somehow his weight and height advantage would give him some kind of 
leverage. 

They started cautiously circling each other on the mats.  "You're a 
stick, Tom, just like Heather said," Jessie taunted, "This is going to 
be sooo easy.  I'm going to toy with you, little boy." 

Jessie sprang at Tom with surprising speed, ducking below his 
outstretched hands.  She grabbed his hips and turned him as she spun 
around behind him.  She clamped her mammoth arms around his chest in a 
reverse bear hug. 

"Your chest is so puny, I can squeeze all the air out of you," she 
chided as she began to put pressure on the hold.  Tom went "oof" as his 
rib cage pressed upon his lungs.  Jessie maintained her python hold, 
keeping Tom from sucking in more than a tiny breath of new oxygen.  His 
arms were free and he grabbed at her upper arms, trying to ease the 
strain.  He couldn't get his hand halfway around her swelling biceps and 
he sure as hell couldn't pry them loose. 

Erased from his mind were any more thoughts that he might be able to 
match Jessie's strength.  He could hardly breathe and he was helpless in 
her arms.  Jessie began to swing him from side to side, harder and 
faster, so he could barely keep his footing.  Finally she just flung him 
off to one side.  He went tumbling several feet across the mats. 

Jessie didn't go after him.  She just stood waiting for him to get back 
up.  Tom sat for a moment or two, trying to catch his breath and assess 
his situation.  "Less than a minute and already you're in deep shit," 
warned Jessie.  She hit a double biceps pose for emphasis.  "Why don't 
you just crawl over to me on your hands and knees and tell me you give." 

Tom shook his head and got to his feet.  His wounded pride wouldn't let 
him concede to her, even as he realized the formidable strength he'd 
have to deal with.  She smiled confidently as he approached her and she 
raised her arms in an apparent offer of a test of strength. 

Without even thinking, Tom spun and kicked, aiming his heel squarely at 
Jessie's solar plexus.  He heard the thud of his heel on flesh and knew 
he had connected solidly.  He twisted back to face Jessie.  She was just 
standing there, still smiling.  She clasped her hands behind her neck 
and scrunched her abdominal muscles.  Tom had never seen such deeply 
etched muscles on any physique, male or female. 

"You can't hurt me.  You're too weak." she snickered.  "You're soft.  
I'm steel."  Jessie started towards Tom who now retreated defensively.  
She faked a lunge and he jumped to the side.  It was obvious he was 
afraid to be caught by her.  She laughed again, "I think big strong 
Tommy is afraid of little Jessie.  Are you going to try to run away?" 

Tom put his hands up out in front of his chest.  Jessie grasped his 
hands.  She smiled and locked eyes with his.  Tom was trying to maintain 
control over his arms.  He could feel her gradually applying more force.  
He strained with all his might, but his hands were being forced away 
from his chest, out to the sides.  Now she was bending his arms back 
behind him.  Very slowly, but relentlessly.  Tom's arm muscles began to 
tremble and ache from overexertion. 

"I can feel you're trying your hardest to resist me," Jessie said 
calmly, "but I just wanted to know I'm playing with you.  I'm hardly 
exerting myself."  To prove her point she suddenly applied a great deal 
more force, twisting Tom's arms around so easily it was as if he was 
putting up no resistance at all.  She hooked his right arm with her 
elbow and held his left wrist with her hand, tying up both his arms 
behind his back with just one of hers. 

She slid her free hand down Tom's chest.  "I can't believe you've 
managed to keep this on," she said as her fingers skimmed across his 
stomach and came to rest on the towel.  Tom twisted and squirmed, but 
his arms stayed trapped.  Jessie slipped her fingers inside the towel, 
fingering the pubic hairs between Tom's navel and the base of his cock.  
"I hear you have a very impressive way of showing how much you 
appreciate a girl with muscles, but this towel, well, it's keeping me 
from seeing how much you like my muscles, Tom.  You do like my muscles, 
don't you?  Don't you like how peaked my biceps are when I flex?  Aren't 
you amazed how much bigger my muscles are than yours?  Don't you like 
how hard my muscles are?  How hard are you, Tom?" 

Every whispered question had aroused Tom more.  His mind reeled from the 
vision of this compact package of incredible strength and muscles in 
front of him.  He felt his cock swelling.  And suddenly the confining 
towel was stripped away. 

Jessie watched with pleasure and amazement as Tom's engorged member 
lengthened and thickened and began to lift out from his balls and up 
higher and higher.  She encircled his cock with one hand and slid it 
down to the base.  Both her hands wouldn't have held all of it. 

"You've got such a big cock," she murmured, "Might make a girl want to 
go crazy."  Jessie let go of Tom and positioned herself in front of him.  
She put her hands on her hips and inhaled deeply, causing her chest to 
swell to mammoth proportions.  "Look how big I am Tom," she declared, 
"You don't have a prayer of standing up to my strength.  You're going to 
do whatever I say, just like you have to obey Heather and Claire.  And 
if you try to resist me, I'll demolish you."  She emphatically swung her 
arms up into a double biceps pose.  The huge peaks of muscle swelled 
threateningly. 

"No!  No way!  I don't have to put up with all of you trying to dominate 
me," Tom protested.  He charged forward at Jessie, dipping down and 
ramming his shoulder into her stomach, trying to tackle her down.  
Caught off guard and off balance, Jessie fell backwards, but she managed 
to pull Tom down with her. 

He ended up lying on top of her.  Jessie swung her legs over his and 
locked her ankles, to keep him from escaping.  Then she wrapped her 
formidable arms around his head and squeezed him tight, his face buried 
in her ample cleavage. 

"This is how easy it is for me to dominate you, Tom" she said matter-of-
factly, and squeezed ever tighter.  Her large breasts engulfed his nose 
and mouth completely and were far too full and firm to allow him any 
air. 

He panicked as he realized her intent and fought wildly.  But his 
fingers could scarcely dent the rock hard mass of her huge upper arms, 
never mind loosen her lock hold.  Her legs held the rest of him, 
cemented to her body and the floor.  He squealed for mercy, but his 
words were muffled by Jessie's magnificent breast flesh. 

He prayed she wouldn't smother him to death as weakness overtook him and 
he sank into the black hole of unconsciousness. 

He had no idea how long he was out.  As he came to slowly, the first 
thing he became aware of was the sensations in his cock, the feeling of 
powerful contractions squeezing his rigid tool.  These were sensations 
he'd never experienced before.  He opened his eyes.  Jessie was on top 
of him, sitting astride him, his cock buried inside her.  She was riding 
him, using his big hard-on for her own satisfaction. 

Jessie was in her own world, eyes closed, oblivious to Tom's return to 
consciousness.  She, too, was experiencing sensations she'd never felt 
before - the fullness of a big cock filling her pussy.  She kneaded her 
abundant breasts and rubbed her palms over her erect nipples, then 
tugged on them and squeezed them. 

She opened her eyes and realized Tom was conscious.  "I told you I'd do 
anything I wanted to you.  I told you you couldn't deal with my muscles, 
Tom."  she proclaimed, flexing her biceps.  She kept up the 
constrictions around his cock from her powerful vaginal muscles, 
rippling and squeezing and milking his manhood.  No amount of jerking 
off could have prepared him for the exquisite feeling of pressure being 
applied to his penis.  No masturbatory visions could compare to the 
reality of having an immensely muscled woman flexing before him.  He 
could not hold back.  He could not control himself a moment longer.  The 
surge of semen exploded from his cock, sending hot jets of come deep 
inside Jessie's vagina. 

She felt his spasms and spurts and the sensations pushed her over the 
edge to her own orgasmic release.  A climax of maybe 7 on a scale of 10, 
because he didn't last longer, but a climax nevertheless.  And what 
potential that cock had, if only Tom could control himself! 

"So, what did you think?"  It was Heather's voice.  Tom hadn't realized 
she'd returned to the room while he was out. 

Jessie eased off Tom's spent member, the cockhead making a popping sound 
as it slipped out of the tightness of her pussy lips.  "He's a wimp with 
a big cock, just like you said," Jessie answered.  "His exercising 
apparently didn't do shit for him.  I'm so much stronger there wasn't 
anything he could do to stop me.  He really is a muscle freak, though, 
isn't he?  He couldn't take his eyes off my muscles and my boobs.  But 
you know I see what Claire was talking about.  He gets too excited.  
It's a waste of a big dick if he comes so soon." 

Heather strode over and stood over Tom.  She dropped her towel, 
revealing her freshly showered super physique.  "Remember this, Tom?" 
she teased, "What are we going to do with you if you can't learn to 
control yourself?  Well we've got the whole summer ahead of us to train 
you the way we want you.  You'd better get with the program.  Your puny 
life could depend on it."  She laughed. 

"So what's this I hear about Claire?" asked Jessie. 

"You'll find out tonight." Heather answered, "And so will you." she said 
to Tom.  "Just wait till tonight.  But I don't have to wait.  Jessie, if 
you don't mind, I'd like to get reacquainted with my dear little step 
brother in private." 

Jessie picked up her things and left the room, leaving Tom and Heather 
alone together. 

"Go rinse off in the shower and get back in here," she ordered.  Tom 
took one look at the thickly muscled body towering over him and knew he 
had no choice but to obey.  Meekly, he padded into the bathroom, not 
knowing what to expect next....