This is a rewrite. I edited the story so as to streamline it. And maybe continue it which I hadn't planned on doing originally. I'll leave the first story up so those of you who haven't read it yet can for comparison. Please let me know what you think...
Breathing deep and biting her bottom lip. A wave of muscle rippled through her chest. She stood wide and tensed. Allowing me to drink in the moment, she held her pose. I looked into her eyes and she smiled softly.
It’s not that I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. It was that I couldn’t wrap my mind around what was about to happen… “Not what you were expecting?” She crossed the room to where I stood leaning against the jamb of the open balcony door. She raised her arm and flexed her bicep. I stammered, and felt light-headed.' N-n-n not at all!' She asked; 'Is that a good thing…?', turning away from me, she stood wide again and performed a back-double bicep into, what I can only describe as, a MEATY lat spread. She stood on tip-toe. Her calves doubled in size. Looking back she continued; '…or a bad thing?' I stepped towards her and placed my left hand on her taught paunch. I brought my right hand to her cheek, as I held her body to mine; ' It’s… every prayer I’ve ever prayed… and more', and began to kiss her. She relaxed her pose, responding in kind. I nestled my swollen cock between her round, muscular buttocks and began to thrust my hardening manhood. She immediately turned from me and tensed, stopping me in my tracks. 'Where’s the fire, sweetie?' With that said, the pressure her glutes brought to bear slowly overpowered my growing excitement. She turned to me and brought her hands to my face and smiled. ‘Did you really mean what you said? Every prayer you’ve EVER prayed?' 'Yes.' 'I thought that you weren’t religious.' She smiled a devilish smile. 'I’m not. I was raised to be, but I believe in goddesses, not gods.' 'Good answer.' 💋 'Why didn’t you say anything when we were on-line?' 'Well, I didn’t want it to be all about my body. I wanted to know that you liked me for me. And you do.' ' But, if you don't want it to be about your body, then, what are we doing? And how did you know that I would be receptive to your lifestyle?' 'I didn't want it to be about that before I got to know you. And, I suppose all guys know who Tonya Knight is or how good she looked in a thong? And, Nikki Fuller? How seeing her the first time you nearly passed out? How she made big and strong look sexy and feminine? Let alone Alina Popa or SAMANTHA JERRRING. You gave yourself away sooo many times! All that I had to do was act a little judgy about a pic of a an athletic woman’s body and you, you beautiful, noble, kindhearted man! You would not hesitate to jump in with both feet and defend her honor. Like, when I showed you that clip of Natalya Kuznetsovaaaa,' she giggled. I thought your head was going to explode! What did you say? Oh... 'You read an interview she did and how she seemed pretty down to earth for being the world's strongest female bodybuilder.' and, how the vascularity made her look that much more impressive. I asked you if that's something you were into and you had already zoned out, obviously daydreaming about what it would be like to feel all of that power under your touch. Don’t remember that one do you counselor?'
‘But, I’m not a bodybuilder.’ ‘Exactly! I don't have to worry about having to deflate your over-inflated sense of ego because you don’t have one.’ ‘Bu…' ‘And, no, I don’t think being attracted to a muscular woman is perverted. No more than the woman who is attracted to a similar type of man.’ 'And you got all of that from my so-called ‘defensiveness' of athletic women?’ 'That and the bulge in your pants from the hulking chubby that you were sporting after you saw that clip of Natalya. Didn’t know I saw that did ya?
My head was swimming. I stopped breathing. 💋 'We’ve got a long night ahead of us. So, I’ll make this quick 💋. I am five-eight & a half, and weigh 203 lbs., give or take. I can bench 370, squat 550, with a leg press of 1400 lbs.
My biceps measure 17.5 in., calves 17.25 in., chessst 47 in.. I started gymnastics at the age of six. As I got older I got bored. So, I started to lift heavier to break up the monotony. The heavier I lifted, the bigger I got. By the time I was sixteen being a gymnast was more about intimidating my opponents with my muscularity. And dominating them each time we met with pure power and brute strength. It's just a shame it would eventually lead to resentment from my own team. I moved on to rowing and power lifting and put on even more size. I was 19 years old and had 15.25 in. biceps! So, school was done, my career had begun and I was happy. Though something was missing.
One day at the gym there were some women posing for a photo shoot. They were bodybuilders. I was kinda miffed that we had to go out of our way to accomidate them, but as I waited, I watched. The reaction from the guys... they were mesmerized.
A woman tapped me on the shoulder and asked if I was training to compete. I told her I wasn’t interested in all show and no strength. Those women look half-starved and get paid squat.’ She said it was a shame and that I could go far even if I didn’t compete and she gave me her card. A little time had passed and I couldn’t get that image of the guys at the gym out of my head. I called the woman. I told her that I wanted guys(and girls) to look at me like that. The next day I was at her gym. Through hard work, a ‘lil chemistry, and the guidance of my doctor and my trainer, I became the woman you see before you.
I am every bit as strong as I look. And, No! I do not starve myself to near death to go out on stage and prance around in a thong with a sunken-in face for peanuts. And not for just any man… With that, she shimmied out of her bun-huggers, donning a pink, lace micro thong and flexed her quadriceps. I ran my hand along her thigh and she slowly shook her quad out and tensed. I kissed her as I rose and lifted her sculpted body to mine. She wrapped her powerful legs around my waist as I explored her wide back and flaired her lats. I held on tight and kissed her hardening abs. I carried her to the bed, laying her upon it.. She held me fast, 💋. She looked into my eyes; 'It's about…'
Unbuckled, unbuttoned, unzipped and unleashed, she took my manhood in her hand. I watched her forearm explode as she started to milk me. Her bicep bulged with each muscular stroke. ‘See something you like??’ I kissed her. And like that, she was on top. She kissed me and nuzzled my cheek. My hand went directly to her bulging forearm. She slowly continued to work me, her forearm like living marble under my touch. Vascularity, likened to small bolts of electricity, ran up her arm culminating in one thick vein appearing over her swollen bicep(accounting for, at least, a good quarter-inch of her bicep measurement). My body began to hum.
She kissed me again, still holding me at the edge of ecstasy. She smiled; ‘You sure you can handle this?’ I had no words. I could only nod. She proceeded to grip me, again. Taking some deep breaths she started to pick the pace up. She hit a bicep pose. I couldn’t resist. I reached out and began to caress her massive arm as she flexed. My cock swelled in her hand. ’That-a-boy…’, she cooed. Looking into my eyes, she struck a most-muscular pose, squeezing my cock as she tensed. I immediately began to cum, but…, ever so slowly, thanks to her powerful hold on me. She continued stroking me, and performing most-musculars. The more she posed, the more pumped she became. She sat wide and performed the pose, again. Her biceps, shoulders and traps became the very definition of vascularity. Her pecs, twitching with power, had become every bit as voluptuous as her supple breasts, which now rode high and firm, straining against the might that was this muscular woman’s torso and the sheer, white top she was wearing. She finished me off and started kissing me again. I rolled on top kissing her. I worked my way down to her traps and like a vampire, began to feed. She rolled her shoulders breaking my lip-lock. The vein running over her bicep continued over a solid, striated delt and splintered out across her teeming traps and the eruption of mass that were her pecs. My lips, trembling, traced along the pulsating path as I massaged her pert nipple and cupped her breast. Her nipple thickened and protruded through her top, in overpowering fashion. A shudder ran through her body and the brawny beauty clasped her hands in front of her body again perfoming another most muscular. Her broadening lats flared as her top began to come apart at the seams. My lips continued their mission as the strength queen's nipple broke through the fabric of her top. The maiden cradled my head in her hand and held me tightly to her. I caressed and suckled her firm breast, now held hostage between this goddess’ beefy pec and my wanton lips. As I suckled she reclaimed the top spot, still cradling me to her. It was then that my muscular angel looked down at me ‘… I know you like how strong my body looks…, how hard my biceps get when I fffllexxx them… The way my pecsss swell and overpowerrrr my beautiful breasts…’ What happened next was nothing short of pure, unadulterated, bliss. I looked up at her, she softly spoke; ‘You belong to me now, baby… ' I kept on, and placing her free hand on my back she took one last deep breath, slowly letting it out. My ladylove held me fast, as I continued… she softly cried out. The vein running over the peak of her bicep was now harder than I was. Her pecs had swollen beyond belief. Then, it happened…. My maiden, a tear runningn down her cheek. Her pec thickened as her breast swelled against my perced lips and… a… stream of... warm milk coated my tongue... She held me tightly and her breast swelled under her hardening pec filling my mouth with her warm muscle milk. I began to nurse.
I was in Heaven and hard as a rock, again. And she wanted me inside of her. ‘My turn’. She pulled me to her. Her body shuddered. She put her hand under my chin and brought my gaze to hers. She kissed me and started to make love to me. She leaned over, put her hands on the bed and began kissing me, sensually undulating her hips as she rode me. My hand went to her arm massaging her massive tricep. I began kneading her bicep with my thumb. She smiled balling her hand into a fist and purred; ‘Good for you.’ I looked at her, puzzled. She kissed me and said; ‘You’re a bicep man.’ With that, her bicep out-muscled my thumb and she pulled up. ‘Unh-uh’. She flexed again. ‘Well?? I looked at her, again. I looked back at her arm. She relaxed and she held out her arm. I leaned in and kissed the vein running over her arm. She slowly flexed. Her bicep peaked and my cock stiffened. Her body shuddered, again. She leaned back and closed her eyes, holding her arms behind her head. Her vagina gripped my shaft, and she began to moan. She returned her sites to mine and bore down. Her abs turned to cobblestone as I traced their sculpted edges with my fingertips. My other hand moved to her strong back, as I continued watching her. She opened her eyes to see mine looking back into hers, smiled and kissed me. Taking me in her arms, she began riding me again. Low moans turned to soft cries. My cock hardened. Her body tensed and she began to cum. Still looking into my eyes, she muscled through her orgasm and brought me to climax… again! I held the small of her back as I squeezed her buttock and began thrusting my hips. Her chest expanded as she breathed in deep. Her pecs swelled and rippled. Her body tensed, again. I looked on as she powered through another set of orgasms. ‘I’m… NOT…. Done with… y,y,Yo, YOU.., yEt!!’ With that, she raised her arms and struck a double-bicep. My cock swelled and hardened to the point of full-on vibration, as did her body. She slowly hit a side-chest. I thumbed the peak of her bicep as she flexed. Cooing as she exhaled, I started to cum in force. My muscled lover reached out for the bed posts and bore down again, slowly milking my manhood and drawing my orgasm out for what seemed like a lifetime. She began to quiver. I took her in my arms to get on top, but she wouldn't let me. I couldn't move this muscle queen’s brawny body to save my life. She began to climax again and I began thrusting my hips, again. She bore down, once more. Running her hand to my buttock, she held me in mid-thrust. Her bicep looked as if it was ready to burst! She exclaimed in a sultry voice; “There you are!” and slowly squeezed, unleashing the flood gates and keeping as me hard as titanium steel. All the while, having another climax of her own as she cums and continues to muscle what’s left of mine out of me. I reach for her as she continues to control me with one hand. She looks down at me ‘You really can handle it.’💋.
My lover, having dismounted me and the bed, made her way over to the weight bench, picked up the bar, and started to curl it. I counted quietly as I watched, astonished. I made my way over to her and stood behind her. 'You look amazing, baby.' She kept going. I placed my hand on her bicep as she lifted the weight again. 'That’s 9 reps. How much is on there?' '135 lbs.' She perfomed another rep. Milk continued to trickle from her bulging breast. She looked at me in the mirror, ’Take care of that for Mommy’, and started another rep. I cupped her breast around her nipple and squeezed. Milk shot across the room as she reached the top of the 11th rep and she breathed out huskily. I whispered to her; "One more, baby. Show me... She slowly brought the weight back down. She paused. I thumbed her supple areola as she began the rep and I gently squeezed again watching in the mirror. Milk sprayed from her engorged nipple as vascularity spread across her body like wildfire. I was instantly hard again. 'Well, hello, big boy!' She laughed looking at us in the mirror.
Having placed the bar back down, she began to pose. She looked even bigger! She put her hands on the bar and gave me that come hither stare. I stepped up behind her and she mounted me. She leaned back and whispered; ‘It’s about… ssssurrender and abandon… Surrender to a woman who is your physical superior…' She arched her back and kissed me. 'It's about, 💋 abandoning all and relinquishing yourself to a higher power… 💋 Mine…' She held her hair with her left hand as she dramatically balled her right hand into a fist flexing a hard and powerful bicep. With that, my manhood jumped the first four gears and slammed right into fifth again. I asked; 'What about the blinds?' She replied; 'Let 'em watch. I want them to see how a real woman takes a man.' She flexed her bicep and pouted into the mirror. My cock stiffened. She immediately gripped me with her vagina. I cupped her breast and picked-up where I had left-off. I nibbled on her ear and a shiver ran through her body. Our lips met again. My body tensed, as I continued to cum, lifting my buff queen from her feet. She cried out as she climaxed again and it was my turn to take her. When she finished she turned to me. Our eyes met as we embraced and kissed. "Let 'em see that too!" And she laughed as we continued to kiss...
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