To Juliette
By Phylogenia

This story contains explicit sex scenes together with some violence. 
If you are under the age of consent in your country or if such topics 
offend you, please do not read on.

  Dear Juliette,

  It's been a while since I've seen you pretty face; I don't understand 
how you could get away from me for so long. Please, don't tell me that 
your conformist vacation in Bali with your latest beau is anything more 
than uneventful. Who else but me can offer you night after night of pure 
physical ecstasy without hindering your life with unfulfilled promises 
and weary emotional demands.
  Tell me, Juliette, how does he behave after his egotistical silly 
ejaculations? No, don't tell me; let me guess. Exhausting his manly 
energy, pitching and rolling on top of you, he would surf the crest of 
his momentum for a brief flashing moment, and collapse like only a man 
can do just when your sexual appetite is calling for a physical tsunami.
  Look Juliette, you know what I think of your latest conquest and 
believe me (and I wish I was wrong) this little infatuation is leading 
you nowhere except to a vague deception that will only make you bitter.
  But enough of this. You're a big girl and it's your decision. You 
don't owe me anything and all I want is your happiness. Besides, I 
understand the enthusiasm you had when you met him (although I don't see 
what you see in him) because, three days ago, I met a lover that really 
rocked my world. His name is F. and I'm so excited about him that I had 
to write to you about it.
  I know you think that I just contradicted myself but you also know 
that my reply is "but he's different". He really is! What I still don't 
understand is why is it so. He's got a good physique and great legs but 
I've seen better. He's shorter than me, not by much, but still. His 
smile is charming but somewhat reserved. His eyes are gray-blue and only 
show their real tint under direct sunlight. He speaks with a charming 
accent and to leave you with a few things to discover about him, I won't 
tell you where he is from.
  No, all in all, I can't pinpoint which aspect of his personality is so 
intriguing. I guess it's the compound of many details, the control he 
shows on events in his life, the strange peacefulness that emanates from 
his slow movements, the time he takes to answers questions. When he 
listens to you, his silence is a sounding board and his remarks an 
opening.
  But even more importantly, and somehow paradoxically, he makes me 
laugh. He makes me laugh and this turns me on no end. And you know what 
happen then, Juliette...

  I've met him a the university sport centre. I was coming back from my 
ballet-jazz class when, walking past the squash courts, I noticed this 
guy (that's F.). He was playing with an older man (in his fifties) and 
obviously he was holding his game back. Everything he did on the court 
looked easy; his movements where fluid and effortless. The ball looked 
as if it had struck a deal with him; it was coming back to his racket 
without him moving his feet while his opponent was running hectically 
form side to side trying to get to this disloyal little black ball. 
Oddly enough, F. would miss the easiest points without any reasons. This 
was intriguing.
  At one point, he looked at me through the glass back wall and smiled. 
It was a simple smile. It lasted for a second before he turned around to 
face his opponent's serve. Juliette, this quick smile was so generous 
that for a second I was in love. I had to meet this guy.
  I went back to the change room, put my track suit back on and waited 
near the exit, where the enquiry counter is, knowing that he would have 
to stop there to pay for the court hiring. As I saw him arriving, I went 
up to the counter and said: "Hi, I've got a squash court booked under 
Juliette and Estelle.". The guy had a quick look at the bookings and - 
of course - stated that there was no such booking. That's when F. got up 
to the counter. As a bait I said "Are you sure my friend Juliette did 
not make the booking? We agreed on Tuesday night, I don't understand.".
  Normally this simple trick should work. If F. was attracted to my 
physique - which is always a gamble - he should take up on the occasion 
to say something. That's how flirt works: women create the opening and 
men stay with the impression that they masterminded the encounter. Funny 
how nobody acknowledges this simple fact.
  "Actually, she did but I convinced her to play with me instead." was 
the first word F. said in my presence. I loved it. He had this sexy 
foreign accent and the double entendre was quite charming. The flirt had 
worked and I turned toward him with a carefully crafted surprised look. 
F. hesitated a few seconds before saying anything and then declared "I 
mean play squash with me.". This was well put together; I liked the risk 
he took and I guess it showed in my eyes.
  F. definitely had a good physique. His stance was - I can't tell why - 
very sexy. He was casually leaning on the counter, standing on one leg 
in a very nonchalant way. You know that I'm a sucker for pecs and 
shoulders and F. upper body was quite well developed. I know you think 
that he probably looks puny compared to me, but that is not the point. 
We're not in a contest here.
  "My name is F.", he said holding out his hand, "And I'm Estelle." were 
the first sentences we exchanged. Things were working according to plan. 
I was very excited as you know I am under such circumstances. I accepted 
his squash invitation and as we walked down to the court - after making 
the booking -
I think I spoke too much. He seemed to be very attentionate as he even 
ask me if I shouldn't ring you to clear up the misunderstanding. Now, 
tell me that your beau would have done that...
  Anyway, I knew that my physique was to his liking as I noticed that he 
was  staring at my body from time to time. This turned me on greatly and 
I started to feel my belly getting tingly. F. didn't know what he was 
getting into and he would soon discover what it meant to loose control.
  Great.
  As I got into the squash court I deliberately brushed against him for 
him to smell my body. As you know, I believe that sexual desires can be 
traced unconsciously through body odours, movements and postures. This 
was the first step toward taming. Unfortunately, F. had to go and get a 
drink; his last game had left him a bit dry. Nevertheless, this gave me 
time to build up my strategy. I sat down on the floor, spread my legs 
wide, put my chest on the floor and started to stretched. This was 
particularly simple as I had just finished a ballet class. When F. came 
back onto the court and closed the door behind him. I swiped my legs on 
either side of me, keeping my chest on the floor. As my legs touched 
each other, I contracted my glutes in order to show how round and hard 
my ass is. I quickly got on my feet and declared "Are you ready F.? I 
think I am now.". The bulge in F. pants was quite impressive and was 
healthy sign of male vitality. I pretended I hadn't notice anything as 
seduction commands and we started the game. He was a very good player 
and he gave me a good thrashing. I was running from side to side 
endlessly doing my best to keep up with him. This was an excellent 
preamble to the sexual build up I intended to create.
  By the way, F. is an excellent coach. I gave me many tips and 
corrected a few technical problems that I have. I'm telling you this to 
let you know that our next squash confrontation might be more to your 
liking.
  I was totally covered with sweat and at one point or another I would 
have had to take my track suit off but it had to be done at the right 
time. That time came soon enough. As I was struggling to keep the ball 
alive, F. standing in the middle of the court controlling the game, I 
manage to hit the perfect wall sucker ball. F. had to rush cross-court 
to reach it and I deliberately stayed in his way; instead of bumping 
into me, as I had it planned, he had moved faster than I thought and 
tripped over my thigh. He lost his balance and was heading straight for 
the wall.
  I had to reach out quickly before he'd injured his pretty face on this 
ingrate concrete side wall. As as caught him in mid air, I was slightly 
annoyed by this misjudgment on my part. This was too fast. The idea was 
for him to bump against me and feel how solid I was. This would have 
been a huge turn on both for me and for him. Instead there I was, 
holding him like a feather leaving nothing to his imagination.
  But sometimes, you have to make do with circumstances. Besides, there 
still was potential for fun. I flipped him over in my arms and carefully 
arrange so that his head was next to my breasts. The effect was 
immediate. The bulge was back and this time it was time to exploit it. I 
put him back on his feet and said "You're an good coach, F., don't hurt 
yourself otherwise I will not be able to show you my gratitude.". I knew 
that this sentence should keep him silent for a few seconds.
  I went to one of the front corners and very slowly took the top of my 
track suit off. My t-shirt was drenched with sweat and was sticking to 
me like a second skin. All this workout stimulated me physically and all 
my muscle were gorged with blood. The vision he had from the back must 
have been pretty impressive. I applied myself in folding the top of my 
track suit in front of me knowing full well that this would cause my 
back muscles to shift in a way he would have never imagined. By this 
time, I thought he might have ejaculated. You know how men are 
impressionable. Just to be on the safe side, I quickly rubbed my nipples 
to harden them, flex my stomach muscle and quickly turned around facing 
him.
  F.'s mouth was wide open and he dropped his racket. I guess he must 
have liked what he saw because the bulge was still there more prominent 
than ever. F. was no premature ejaculator and this was - at last - a bit 
of a challenge. As I walked toward him, making sure that my breast were 
majestically swinging, F. eyes were glued on my stomach. By the look on 
his face, I thought it was simply a question of seconds before the 
forces of nature would overwhelm him. When I got up to him I said "You 
look slightly impress, F." and he mumbled something about my abs. Poor 
F., he could not even speak straight. 
  I was quite pleased by the fact that his erection was stronger than 
ever but at the same time, I was adamant to make him cream his shorts. I 
ran a finger along his long penis and said "And what about these?". 
Raising an arm, I flexed my biceps right in front of him. His jaw 
dropped even further when he realised the size of my arm. But still, he 
was fully erect although I could feel he was close to collapse. I was 
incredibly turned on as well and I had to refrain from tearing his shirt 
off and raping him right there on the court. I got hold of myself and 
kept on track: "And that's nothing, F.. Look.". This time I gave him 
everything I had. My biceps grew bigger than I thought possible. It was 
so big that it ripped my wet t-shirt sleeve and came into contact with 
my forearm.
  This was too much for F. and he unloaded masses of semen in his 
shorts. I could not resist either and reaching for his mouth, I buried 
my tongue in it and, from under his short, reached for his penis to 
cupped the grandiose amount of semen that I - without physical contact - 
created. I then spread it generously on his firm stomach muscles.
  This was my first encounter with F.; of course I could not leave it at 
that. After all, a girl must have fun too. The next step was obvious, I 
had to invite him to my place. Unfortunately, I had something else 
planned that night so I invited him the following afternoon. I thought 
that a good diner topped by an evening of sex would be a nice way to 
deal with your absence. As I left the court, I gave him my usual 
"Estelle: philanthropist" card. I knew F. could not resist such an 
offer.

  I'm sure you're dying to know what happened that evening but I will 
postpone this little story for a while.

  I said that I had something to do that evening. Well, you remember 
Ben? That's right, the guy you had such a crush on and who turned out to 
be gay. You said you tried everything you could to 'convert' him but to 
no avail. It just so happen that he and his friend Bruce use the 
university gym for their workout. In fact, after a bit of enquiry, I 
discovered that Friday night at the sauna was a very popular place. 
Around 10:00-10:30, it seems that the whole university gay crowd is 
having a ball over there. I could imagine the picture: there is nothing 
like a little dip in the spa with stimulating bubbles and friendly mates 
as a preamble for a very hot sauna session.
  As you know, I've always thought that Ben was very cute. Cute butt 
especially. Since you've been away, I've also dreamt about a complete 
heterosexual evangelisation of this angel face. The reason I thought I 
had more chance than you is that, Bruce, his current partner, is of the 
bodybuilding type. He's big. So if he's attracted by this type, what 
chance would he have to resist me? I know what to do with a penis and I 
can offer the tightest possible grip on such an appendage and all of 
this with no hands.
  I knew that Bruce and Ben would be working out at the gym on that 
Thursday evening and I also knew that they'd be amongst the first to get 
into the sauna/spa premises. With a bit of luck, they'd really be the 
first and I could sneakily put up a sign saying 'close: out of order', 
get in and lock behind me. Unrealistic you say? Well, just read on, my 
dear Juliette.

  After the squash game with F., I was like a walking sexual bomb. I had 
to do something. Ben and Bruce would arrive a few hours later so in 
order to maintain my sanity I decided to go to the gym and pump up for a 
while. As usual I had to keep my track suit on as I did not want the 
whole gym to be starring at me for the whole time. As always, some guys 
were quick to notice the loads I put on the machines. It is always good 
fun to see that there are always one or two guys following me around, 
jumping on the machines just after I have used them to check on the 
loads I used. The expression of amazement on their face when they 
realise they can't budge the weights, is a real turn on for me. I love 
it.

  When Ben arrived, I went straight up to him and said "Hi Ben, remember 
me?". Of course he did. The way he was staring at me made this very 
obvious. "Hi Estelle. I didn't know you were working out in this gym.". 
"Well, this is exceptional. I wanted to see if this place was any good. 
Besides, they've got this new high-tech abs machine.". Pulling my 
sweatshirt up, uncovering my abs and tensing them I added "It works 
wonders as you can see.". Ben, looked down at my stomach to see the sea 
of bulges erupting from my track pants. Ben jaw's dropped and his mouth 
became wide open for a second. The spell was cast: "See you later Ben." 
I said sneakily. I got hold of my towel and walked towards one of the 
treadmills: I've got a few kilos to loose.
  Bruce arrived a few minutes later. He's exactly the type I don't like. 
Good looking, well built and arrogant. He was wearing a little skimpy 
singlet with with satin-like shorts that barely covered his ass. He was 
very muscular and a bit hairy to my taste. Bruce behaved like a arrogant 
prince with Ben. He used him as his personal gym caddy carrying his 
towel, replacing the weights for him, setting up the machines to his 
preferred loadings. Poor Ben. He was just overwhelmed by his sexual 
attraction to big Bruce. But of course, things were going to change...
  Their workout lasted a long while. Bruce was constantly posing in 
front of the mirrors for everyone to see while Ben would admire his body 
running his eyes from his legs up to his large, powerful shoulders. The 
vanity expressed in Bruce  eyes was almost intolerable and I wondered 
why Ben was so blind to it. Anyway, after the workout, they finally went 
for the showers. I rapidly checked that the  sauna was free and waited 
outside hidden behind a row of lockers for them to show up. It didn't 
take long for the couple to arrive. Both were draped in a white towel; 
Bruce was first while Ben was walking behind him running a hand on 
Bruce's impressive back while trying to keep is erecting penis down with 
the other. This should be most interesting as they both disappeared 
behind the sauna/spa door. I reached on top of the lockers to get to the 
'closed' sign that I strategically put there a few hours before and 
hooked it on the door-handle. I then went to the ladies change room, 
undressed, showered, wrapped a towel around me,  and went for the sauna 
room.
  As I entered the room, Bruce and Ben were soaking to their waists in 
the hot bubbling spa water. Ben nervously moved away from Bruce when he 
saw me. "Hi Ben," I said "we meet again. Who's your friend?". While 
Bruce was intensely looking at me trying to guess what was hiding under 
my towel, Ben answered "It's my good friend Bruce." as he moved a bit 
closer to him. "Hello Bruce, I'm Estelle. Mind if I join in?". "Yeah, 
sure." he replied unconvincingly. I moved to the side of the spa and 
removed deliberately my towel. The effect of my gigantic body on both 
men was interesting. Ben's face looked completely hypnotised by the size 
of my muscles while Bruce looked deeply tense. I slowly step down in the 
hot pool next to Ben using the underwater stairs. When the water reached 
my thighs, I stopped and cupped water in my hands and splashed my 
breasts with it; I then slowly ran then along my chest and stomach to 
reach my inner thighs. Looking straight at Ben, I said "So I hear that 
your an incorruptible?". Reaching for my hair with both hands behind my 
neck pretending to gather it, I tensed my biceps to show to everyone who 
was the biggest and slid down in the water next to Ben. I quickly ran my 
hand along his thigh up to his genitals to confirm what I suspected: a 
rock hard erection.
  Because of the turbulence, Bruce could not see exactly what I was 
doing but the surprise he read on Ben's face was enough to crystallise 
whatever thought was in his mind. He said to me "Ben's with me and I've 
changed my mind: I do mind you joining in after all.".
  You know me Juliette. I'm not violent but the thought of serving a 
good lesson to this guy was irresistible. Ben jerked nervously when I 
grab his penis harder and was now breathing with difficulty. "I think 
your friend here does not share your opinion.". Ben was looking right 
between his legs trying to see through the turbulent water while I was 
pumping slowly but firmly on his rigid member. This infuriated Bruce who 
got up, water up to his waist, step toward me and stop when his knees 
reached mine. "I told you once, I won't repeat it. Get out!". I let go 
of Ben who was about to explode anyway (and I had other plan for him 
later) and slowly got up. When Bruce realised that we were looking at 
each other eye to eye, I detected a slight hesitation in his look. "You 
think you could deal with a strong woman?" I asked him with a sly smile. 
That's when he surprised me. With all is strength, he drove his fist in 
my stomach and vented me. This bastard was really strong and was 
fighting like if his life depended on it. He then dunked my head in the 
water. I was just about to choke when he pulled me out. "Have enough?" 
he said releasing me. After a few seconds, I managed to say "Yeah, I've 
had enough of bastards like you.". This time, I could see rage in his 
eyes. He drove his fist in my stomach again but this time I saw it 
coming and tensed my muscle. His fist hit my rock hard abs and stopped 
dead. I could read the incredulity in his eyes when his second blow 
suffered the same fate. "Come on Bruce, can't you do better?" I said as 
put my fists on my hips offering my stomach as an obvious target. By 
then a huge canyon was running up and down my stomach flanked on both 
sides by an army of bulges that made Bruce's stomach looked like mashed 
potatoes.
  As any good bastard would do, Bruce when for my face. The rage on his 
faced transformed into disbelief when I caught his wrist in mid-air 
before any impact. As I was holding his arm at the wrist with one hand, 
Bruce was trying to break the hold. Unfortunately for him, I was much 
stronger that him. As he was pushing and pulling to get free, the 
muscles in my arm were bulging and dancing. When he finally realised he 
could not break free, he tried to hit me again in the stomach. This 
time, I'm sure he hurt himself as felt absolutely nothing. "Look Bruce, 
what can you puny little body do against this?" I said flexing my free 
arm in front of him.
  I've been paying a particular attention to my biceps and triceps 
during my workout session for the past two weeks and the results are 
quite remarkable. When flexed, there is strictly nobody on this planet 
who can match them. In some ways, I find them horrific to look at. The 
power emanating from them is almost unbelievable now; they look as if 
they will explode and when I do the last arm curl in the gym, their 
double heads is so full of blood that each one is much bigger than most 
men arms altogether. I'll let you have a little fun with them if you 
beau agrees (this could be arranged). 
  Anyway, when Bruce realised that my forearm was probably the same size 
as his arm, he tried psychological warfare: "Let go of me, you mutant 
bitch!". The thought of being a mutant bitch was quite amusing. Still 
holding him by the arm, I pulled him against my chest and grabbed hold 
of his butt with my free hand. Jamming one of my huge thigh in between 
his legs, I whispered in his ear "Think about all the pleasure my mutant 
body could give you, little Bruce.". As I was rubbing my chest against 
his while lifting him up slightly with my thigh, I could feel his member 
growing hard against me. Nice member by the way; shame I had to give him 
a lesson. "What's happening big boy, I thought you had strict sexual 
preferences?" I said lifting him out of the water and sitting him on the 
pool edge for everyone to see his big throbbing erection. This was very 
amusing and I was getting tremendously aroused: "How long can you resist 
my disgusting mutant body, Bruce?" I said to him hitting a double biceps 
pause right in front of him that made him look like a stick man. I 
inhaled deeply and arched my back projecting my oversize breasts forward 
in a display of ever expanding rib cage muscles. Bruce ejaculated so 
hard that some semen ended dripping from his nose. He was so entranced 
that he only realised it when I spread it all over his face pushing him 
violently backward: "Ok, little Bruce, pack up now before I loose my 
temper.". That's the last I saw of Bruce. He sheepishly grabbed his 
towel and got out of the room as quick as he could.
  By then I was hopelessly horny and I knew I would kill Ben if I'd 
loose control of my big muscles on him. I turned around and looked at 
Ben. "Ben, my dear, do you think you could please me?". He was so 
impressed by my dealing with Bruce that I could not speak. As I was 
approaching him, I decided that I was going to take him right here right 
now. "Ben, I hope you haven't lost your erection because I'd like to 
borrow it for a little while.". I step up on the underwater bench Ben 
was sitting on, one foot on each side, my crotch right in his face. "Do 
you like my body, Ben?" I said teasingly. "Caress me, Ben." I ordered 
him. As he was running in hand along my legs, I pushed his head slowly 
in between my thighs after all, he had to acquire a little experience, 
don't you think?
  As Ben was licking and sucking on my lips and clitoris, I was slowly 
reaching a state of ecstasy. Ben, long and fine hands were now trying to 
get hold on my muscular backside cheeks feeling their volume, warmth and 
hardness. He pulled his head away from me and looked up and said "You've 
got the most amazing body I've ever seen Estelle. Flex for me.". This 
pleases me enormously and I gave him a warm smile. "Be ready for a 
surprise." I said. I put both his hands on my lower thighs and slowly 
got on tiptoes tensing my legs as I got up.
  "This is impossible!" I heard him say as I was just starting to tense 
my thigh muscles. Well, it is a fact, that I've got impossibly large 
thighs now. Starting from the knew cap, the muscles start to bulge 
wildly forming a gracious curve creating a volume that would make any 
male bodybuilder drool with envy. Ben, was caressing me frenetically 
now. I widen my stance over him while bending and widening my knees in 
front of him so that my genital was now close to the water. That pause 
made my thighs bulge even more and Ben keep on mumbling "Impossible, 
impossible." while he was trying to get a grip on one of them their 
hardness and volume making this an impossible task.
  I lowered myself in the water and engulfed his rock-hard penis inside 
of me. I pumped on him twice before pushing myself out of the water once 
more. Ben was now panicking. "Please Estelle, don't stop." he said as he 
grabbed my shoulder and tried to bring me down on him. Of course, he 
could not budge; in fact, his hands were slipping off my pumpkin size 
shoulders. This whole situation was very exciting for me. I knew that it 
was a matter of very little physical contact before we would both come.
  I widened me feet even more, grabbed his head in my hands forcing him 
to look at me: "Ben, this will blow you away!" I said as I lowered 
myself on him once more. His whole penis slid inside of me effortlessly 
and I felt my vagina muscles clamped on him involuntarily. This time, I 
started to pump him with all my weight. Ben face was totally transformed 
now. His eyes were bulging trying to understand how this monstrous 
mountain of muscle could exist. He reached orgasm very rapidly and his 
involuntary jerking made me come soon after him in one of the most 
satisfying orgasms I had in a long time. This time, I passed out and I 
woke up floating in the water Ben's face looking down on me.
  I could not believe I was still enormously horny. Ben's face was such 
a turn on that I quickly got on my feet, grabbed in in my arm and said 
"Ben, I need more.". This simple sentence, gave him a new life. His 
member was ready for a second round; I picked him up, got out of the spa 
pool and went into the sauna where I told him to come on me and fuck me 
as hard as he could. I no time, he was in top of me teasing me with his 
cock running it along my stomach and breasts, near my mouth while he was 
masturbating me with his agile fingers; this was driving me insane. 
"show me your biceps, Estelle." he said. I flexed my two best friends as 
he was penetrating me. "They're amazing Estelle" Ben said putting both 
hands and all his upper body weight on them as he was furiously 
thrusting his penis in me. I came and came again with my legs around his 
seemingly small frame. When he finally was about to ejaculate, I grabbed 
him by the hips, pulled it out of me and holding him in mid-air like a 
puppet, I brought his penis to my mouth were he let go of all his 
excitement. When I finally put him down on the ground, his legs were 
barely supporting him.

It's getting late Juliette and I've been writing to you for many hours 
now. I think I will postpone the story of my feverish first evening with 
F. for another letter or perhaps I'll keep that story for your return. 
I'm so excited about the whole thing. I've arrange for another meeting 
with F. tonight at the Turkish baths near the University sports complex. 
Have you been there before? Let me just say that the steam is so thick 
that you wouldn't recognise your mother at arm length. After the detail 
description of what I was going to do with him under the cover of the 
steam, my only fear is that F. will not be able to enter the baths 
without anybody noticing his magnificent erect member. Men are so easily 
overwhelmed by their desires.

  See and touch you soon,
  Estelle.

Phylogynia, December 1995