Lovely rewrite of a story called Rendezvous by, well... me in fact. Look forward to seeing where you go with it, but if you're going to do something like this, please credit the original author.
Quinn: His Muscular Goddessoriginal by GreatJustice
adapted by is20090210
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Part 1
The Euphoria bar was known for special sexual fetish, and for Paul, it was the place where the freaks met the freakish. So, sitting in a quiet little booth, Paul looked around for his perfect woman… and he did not look for long he felt the presence of another person behind him and looked up…. into the face of a goddess.
The woman was easily a head, perhaps a head and half taller than him, putting her somewhere about six and a half feet tall. But to say she was a big girl would be to miss the point; if she was taller than Paul by half a feet, she was certainly more than a little bit more massive than him, perhaps three or four times his body-weight and all of that unbelievable muscle.
There was something about her, a proportion, a collection of dangerous curves that was enough to let him know she was all woman and more, There was something about her, her physique, her glorious physical conditioning that really set alight a fire deep inside of him. He came looking for the amazon of his dreams - tall, muscular and strong - but this woman was more than that, much much more.
She smiled down at him, eyes twinkling at his expression, her face a symphony of graceful muscularity. Blond, wild curls surrounded her features like a silken cloud, framing a gently oval shaped face, her bronzed skin caressing high, wide cheekbones and a smooth jawline. Her purple eye-shadow was painted seductively around a pair of almond shaped eyes, luminous dark irises glimmering softly in the club lighting, the creases around her eyes speaking of many happy smiles as she grinned pleasantly, full, lush lips shining purple again and parting to show white, perfect teeth.
He found his voice in time to save his manners, offering, "Er, I'm so sorry; please have a seat! I didn't know tha- er, I should ha- hrmpph..." His thoughts tumbled out one after the other and he saw as he spoke that her smile looked a little strained now, eyes watchful but still good humored. Gripping the table, as if the physical act would steady his thoughts he collected himself and said plainly, "You really are a very gorgeous woman... you've put me at a loss for things to say, I'm afraid!"
Her smile in return was like a binary sunrise, lighting his heart and his loins something chronic... he could almost feel the force of his attraction, a tingle all over his body. He put his hand across the table, in offer of handshake and said, "Just so you know I'm not here by accident; I'm Paul, it's lovely to meet you,"
In return, she met his hand with her own and shook it once, gently, fingers lingering over his before she took her hand back, "I’m Quinn!"
Her voice when it met Paul's ears was like the sweetest, most mellow golden honey, the words raising the hairs on the back of his neck like a lover's kiss and he felt himself shiver from the top of his head to the tips of his toes. Paul swallowed audibly and gazed upon her, enraptured, "Oh my dear Lord!" he whispered hoarsely.
Her delighted laughter rang out across the bar like a chime, the sound like a blanket wrapping Paul in it's crystalline embrace...
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An hour or two later they were strolling down the street, an arm easily twice the mass of either of his legs, if not both together, slung across Paul's shoulders like a warm, muscular feather boa. It was a strange sensation for him, something that should be practically half his body-weight resting comfortably across his back; he felt that she must have incredible control to be able to do that. His hand moved up and briefly squeezed hers in appreciation, before instinctively stroking her power packed arm and wrist, drawing out a satisfied hum from his companion.
His fingers briefly felt a series of tiny bumps under her wrist, each bump a little patch of shiny scar tissue and he felt her tense a little bit, before her massive form leaned in and she whispered, "Don't worry darling, it's not what you think." She kissed his ear softly and chuckled, leaving him for some while unable to think anything much at all.
While they didn't share a lot of interests, they found each other interesting and were all too happy to spend some time getting to know each other. Paul had eventually recovered his wits a bit and had showered her in compliments, eliciting many pleased smiles and an almost feline level of satisfaction. Quinn had told him about the great length of the wait for someone who could not only deal with her physique, but revel in it, enjoy it the way she very obviously did.
He looked across at her as they walked and knew that she very much enjoyed flaunting her body. Her dress was nothing short of scandalous: a straining micro mini that was stretched almost to breaking point across her expansive chest and the tops of her massive thighs. There was only one shoulder strap, leaving him with an unobstructed view of her pumpkin sized shoulders, allowing him to enjoy the sight of ten people's worth of muscle jostling for space in one place and her boulder shattering thighs lifting the hem of her dress as she walked, brazenly flaunting a red thong that was almost swallowed up by the power packed, striated muscle.
Paul could barely contain himself as she walked alongside him and strutted her stuff and was certainly shocked when she reached across and grasped his hand gently, moving it to rest on her powerful gluts. A playful twitch of her muscle nearly jogged his hand from its perch, but her saucy wink let him know that what she really wanted was for him to keep it there. They walked on, happy and contented, and for a few minutes they shared a charged and somewhat mutually appreciative silence.
But Quinn was stirring up some fairly powerful feelings inside of him. He could feel his dick kick into life and soon he could feel his libido rise, slowly letting the personality of a rapacious sexual predator bleed through.
A hand on Quinn's ass was soon two as he gently steered her round into his arms, feeling her skin slowly heating up to match his, kissing and worshiping the bottom half of her mountainous pecs as she ground into him like a great, warm goddess. His fingers deftly circumnavigated the pathetic little panties, dipping into her power packed gluteal cleft, sliding fingertips over her tiny, puckered anus to dip into her wet, slick muscled pussy, feeling incredible tightness surround the end of his digit and surprised at finding her huge throbbing clit caressing his finger. Paul could feel every shudder through her body as she gave into the sensation, he could feel her heaving chest lifting and dropping her massive breasts, the huge tits swaying pendulously atop her granite boulder pecs.
Quinn nibbled and licked at his ear, bending over, turning his face up to hers for a fierce kiss, her
lush lips pressed into his, tongues swirling, tasting and savoring each other, her breath hot between
them as her hips ground against his fingers and bucked upward in small paroxysms of passion. He felt
her hands settle on his ass in return, massaging and kneading his butt. Her thrusting hips and his wet
fingers had achieved a steady rhythm, her massive body flexing and tensing as she rode his hand, her clit growing with excitement, the smell of her warm, minty breath hot and moist in his nostrils as she ravished his lips with her own, her gasps little notes of pure pleasure in the empty silence of this back street.
Taking a hand off his ass, Quinn reached out behind her to steady herself, grabbing a railing and using the opportunity to wrap a gargantuan leg around Paul, her huge thigh radiating heat like a sexual fire as she bucked against his talented hand. Sighing, hissing breaths from the muscular woman gave rise to stuttering gasps as the heat rose in Quinn, color flushing her enormous chest, gasps mellowing out to lusty moans as her orgasm neared. When Paul pinched her huge erect clit, redoubling her sexual passion, every sweet sound she made drove him on to greater lust. His hands roved over a thigh thicker than his entire torso hugging his body like an anaconda and with a groan he gave into his desires, the time for teasing over, he frantically thrust his fingers home, hooking them back to find her G-spot while using his other hand to stoke her huge pulsing clit.
Quinn's eyes popped open and her face slowly tilted back, teeth clenched together hard, not breathing as the powerful orgasm rolled over her, her neck red and swollen with lust and power, the veins standing out like thick cords of hempen rope. With his fingers now trapped in the velvet vice of her thrumming muscled pussy, Paul could only redouble his action on her huge erect clit as the waves of pleasure rolled over her, her powerful body shaking in a tight, electric tremor of red hot passion as her pussy gushed out her orgasm. For some long seconds she stood in this paroxysm of lust, eventually drawing a long hissing breath and screaming into her clenched teeth, not a whimpering whine of soft girlishness, but the triumphant mating howl of some alpha predator finding satiation.
Panther dark eyes looked down at Paul after a certain long while, the long ragged breaths evening out now and he could only shiver as Quinn intoned one lascivious word, an edge of hunger in her voice, "More!"
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His fingers were soaking wet and slippery, yet clamped unyieldingly by the velvet walls of Quinn's pussy as she came, his hand small against the expanse of her huge bare legs and powerful ass, the other hand now lost against the vastness of a single powerful thigh. She had both her hands planted against the wall, standing with her back to Paul, butt thrust out like an invitation and legs spread in the dappled light of the service route by her apartment building. He could see the lines of gouging and cracking in the wall of the building where her hands had raked the finish, could feel the awesome heat and power of her as she shuddered through another orgasm.
He couldn't see her face, but her moan was a low, passionate thing of animal instinct as she rode out her carnal lusts, hips swaying and twisting and grinding slowly, letting his fingers squirm and tease and penetrate further inside her. Her magnificent legs swelled and flexed and pumped as she used all the power and control of her muscles to make the slightest shifting movements, tiny adjustments but done with all the force of a mass driver. Paul pushed and stroked and stimulated with his fingers as her full, muscular gluts bunched and flexed, gliding her hips back and forth, back and forth onto his hands. Her gasps had the stuttering, choked sound of someone at the edge of great pleasure, but she still had the wherewithal to reach between her mighty thighs and softly, deftly, slide a third finger of his inside her dripping pussy and then started stroking her own huge clit in rhythm with his fingers. Paul took one erect nipple of her huge breast in his mouth through her dress and bit the one inch protrusion. Quinn squealed with pleasure, her cry had all the hallmarks of lust and disbelief and joy that he had come to know over the last intimate hour they had spent, kissing and loving and enjoying each other's nearness on the way back from the bar.
Her feminine juices had slicked her inner thighs like a glaze, and despite knowing he risked getting his head crushed, Paul had to taste her muscled pussy, leaning into her spread legs before inhaling the musk like a perfume. And what a pussy Quinn displayed… bold shaven with perfect lips atop of which was a thick clit protruding out well over three inches, looking like a huge finger with her juices dripping of the end of it, the same as on her swollen red pussy lips. Paul could wait no-more and voraciously started lapping at her huge clit and licking the musky fluids from her. His tongue delighted in the taste of her and the texture of intricate web of blood vessels and tiny, ultra defined muscles and muscle fibers that made up her massive clit. God her pussy looked big and when Quinn tensed up her inner thigh tendons, her amazing muscled pussy opened and Paul could actually see her vaginal canal muscles opening. Oh my god Paul thought.
He felt her tense and start to cum with pussy juice gushing out and hitting him square in the face with such a force that Paul was knocked down on his ass. Amazed, he was lucky to have been jerked back as Quinn’s ass and thighs exploded into a wall of tense muscle and her clit grew a couple of inches. His wrist was saved by the proud contour of her exquisite vagina, fingers held in a tight grip as her body went into the spasms of pleasure once more, her gasps from the previous orgasm eclipsed by the strangled moans she was making now, as this release joined with and was reinforced by the sensations of her earlier cum.
Paul had been acutely aware of his own arousal for many many minutes now, but was able to keep it roughly in check. He knew it simply would not do to reach a state of full arousal in public in this city... Such was the fantastic display of Quinn’s pussy that Paul could feel the blood flow creeping ever onward into his genitals, the sheer visceral sexiness and power of his partner overwhelming the mental exercises he was practicing, filling his mind with the sheer presence of Quinn.
Luckily, she had more or less the same idea he had, gripping his wrist gently but firmly and dragging his fingers out of her vagina, turning, with her mini skirt still hiked over her ass, the folds resting on her muscled gluts. With long strides, not stopping to cover her sex, or her sexy ass, Quinn marched around to the front of the building, a high flush across her chest and in her cheeks, leading Paul by the hand as they walked. With a girlish little giggle, incongruous in a woman so massive and vigorous, she stopped and lifted a leg, sliding her soaked, rumpled panties to the floor and stepping out of them, looking back at Paul and smiling, twirling the undergarment playfully.
Bare, exposed from the belly button downwards but for a pair of high heels, she walked into the lobby of her apartment building with her massive clit hugely erect and pointing the way, casually tossing her soaked underpants onto the floor, the panties looking tiny now that they weren't stretched tight around her massive waist. A few more footsteps took them both through the atrium and to the lift lobby, where the air between them positively crackled with sexual tension, the only sounds the cool electronic ping of the lift call button and their heavy breathing.
Not a word was said as with a tinkle of musical notes, the lift arrived and the doors opened. Quinn grabbed Paul’s wrist and shoved his hand between her slick thighs, his gasp smothered quickly by her powerful, insistent kiss. With her other hand she picked Paul up and nearly threw him in the lift as she pressed the button for her floor.
As the doors closed, the muscular goddess, with her dress hitched above her waist, sucking on her finger, looked at Paul in the eye as she masturbated her huge clit savagely with her other hand. He lay sitting in the lift, mesmerized by the raw lust she exuded, trying to fully register the erotic site she displayed in front of him.
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As soon as the reassuringly heavy door of Quinn's apartment clunked shut, Paul felt himself relax a bit, watching her sashay into the bluish gloom of the unlit room, the moisture on her inner thighs visible as a sheen, a suggestion of shininess. Her footsteps receded away into the darkness and he lost her for a little while as she stepped into a very shadowed corner of the room. Music started to waft softly out of hidden speakers, a tinkling little chime the only indication that it was at her initiation. The sounds were melodic and pleasant but not distracting... obviously the only art appreciation Paul was supposed to indulge in was her sculpted body.
Uncomfortably, he adjusted the crotch of his loose trousers and felt his manhood engorge slightly, a constriction to blood flow eased for now, the bulge at his waist growing noticeable now, pressing the fabric outwards in a thick hump. His attentions returned to the room as he heard Quinn breeze past once more, this time with different shadows painting her body, the sound of her footsteps muffled a bit by thick carpet. As she grinned at him, her teeth gleaming silver blue briefly in the semi dark, he noticed what was wrong about these new shadows and smiled himself... her tiny little dress was gone.
Quinn disappeared into the gloom again and some seconds later a soft, orange light came on, lighting a doorway further away than he expected, bringing the apartment to life in a still image of sweeps, curves and angles: orange highlights against the evening light. Quinn stood in the doorway like a gatekeeper, her body black against the light from behind her, the glow caressing rolling, powerful bulges of muscle, a corona playing around the bald muscular pussy and huge erect clit. In the moments he stood silently and drank her in again, member hardening further she raised a hand and crooked a finger, seductive and demanding “Come and worship my muscles, Paul”.
Paul needed no further encouragement, unbuttoning his trousers to pull his shirt off, kicking off his shoes as he hopped toward her bedroom, struggling out of his clothes. By the time he arrived at the door he was down to a pair of over-matched underpants and once sock which he was tugging off with great haste. Looking up he felt himself stop breathing, seeing Quinn on the bed, looking over her shoulder as she did a slow one handed press-up on the soft mattress, the fingers of her free hand buried in her snatch, thumb caressing and rubbing the huge thick nub of her clitoris. Quinn was pleased with Paul’s fitness physique, his thighs were stronger looking and muscular, and Paul saw her bite her lip and moan in desire as she looked down at his crotch, the only other source of movement in the room, as a huge lump was straining to erupt from the confines of his jockey shorts.
"Oooohh!" she purred, smiling wickedly, "what are you hiding there, Big Boy..."
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Paul dragged the material of his shorts down over his ass, cock sliding free to bob semi-hard in the cool air of the room. The shaft was covered in cable thick veins, a long, thick stalk of cock nearly longer than his forearms and not even hard yet. He was sweating lightly now, the heat in the core of his body reminiscent of their earlier foreplay, ready to fuck anything that cross his path. His nostrils flared as he caught Quinn's scent in the room and his cock jerked again, getting harder and longer by the second.
His reaction was different than usual though, a feeling of mating rut paired with a respect he had rarely felt with a naked woman in front of him. The sheer sensual power of her massiveness permeated the air, leaving the sweet mix of arousal and fear deep inside him, a pleasant tingle that seemed to wrap itself around his huge cock and low hanging testes. He licked his lips as he slowly walked over to his date, watching her eyes glued to his rod; she spread her legs and gyrated her hips lewdly from this one hand press-up, her fingers making the smallest, sexiest wet noises as they slipped in and out of her pussy while flicking her enormous clit.
Still holding herself up one-handed she dragged her soaking fingers out of her box and across her massive, ridged tummy, the glistening digits running over her boulder gluts until one found the tight brown pucker of her anus. Quinn giggled and licked her lips as she forced a finger deep inside, body tensing, bulging out to ridiculous proportions as she savored the sensation.
Paul grunted as he felt his cock head slap into his chest, his mast fully erect now and looking like an angry, knotty instrument of sexual punishment. His movements were almost feral, wild as he raced over to the bed, Quinn tensing at the sudden change in Paul's demeanor, only reassured by her own size and the soft sag of the mattress as the muscle struck man worked his way over between her legs to press the leaking tip of his dick against her slit. A shudder rode through Quinn as she felt the spongy flesh pressed into her sex, the glans so big that the top pressed against her anal probing finger and the bottom was rubbing her rosy, massively throbbing clit.
Paul's body was covered in sweat and lean like a prize fighter. He grunted behind her as he rubbed the tip of his cock up and down her soaking slit, letting the head ride forward into her pussy a little bit with every stroke. She could feel his heat, but he seemed reticent, hesitant to give it to her, perhaps in need of a little encouragement.
Quinn moved slowly, the finger sliding out of her asshole, her hand sliding down to the bed sheet to join the one supporting her body weight, bulging with power. She felt his cock head graze her entrance, once, twice and on the third pass, jerked her hips up and backward, feeling Paul get jolted nearly off the bed and yelled as her vagina got stretched around his log of a cock, taking the head and four inches of his shaft deep inside her. She could feel his hands hurriedly reach out to grip her hips, struggling to keep himself balanced, keening softly in time with her gasping breaths, his cock trapped in the prison of her muscled pussy, every knotted inch inside her gripped in a velvet vice, stimulating him.
Changing his position, Paul flexed powerfully, body tensing into a sculpture of chiseled muscle, driving his hips forwards. He could feel the heat in his face and the sweat on his body from the effort, but knew even as he thrust harder that Quinn was in control. His huge dick was in a vice-like grip and he could feel the pussy muscles massaging his big cock. She was moaning, high, quick sighs of pleasure as her vagina was stretched farther than it had ever been, but even deep inside herself she could feel the warm glow that was so close to the satisfaction of a good pump, the countless years spent in the gym telling her endorphin fueled brain that no pain, was no gain. As Quinn relaxed her pussy muscles, Paul slipped in further suddenly, twelve inches of his almost inhuman erection buried into Quinn's center before she arched her back and once more held him in her gripping tunnel, a few inches of his enormous dick still waiting to be buried in Quinn’s burning hot snatch.
His senses were sharper like this, his body shoveling hormones and adrenaline around his frame at an accelerated rate: he could feel the fine musculature inside Quinn's hole as it flexed and massaged every inch of his member, hear her squeal with pleasure as she began to work back into him, swiveling her hips and pushing back now. Her entire body was a mass of rolling muscle, the veins rising to prominence around her arms and waist as she pushed harder and harder back into her lover, the tanned skin looking like bronze body paint over an extravaganza of power. Paul could only really concentrate on the sheer overload of this sexual experience, reveling in a sense of her power that none of his previous partners had ever shown him, a novel route into sexual excess with this dynamo of a muscle goddess. He felt her stomach muscles rippling as she moved her arms down to her waist, hands spread wide in support of her body, the veins in her biceps exploding into power cable relief as she adjusted herself to compensate for the odd balance of her body weight. She barely even grunted as she lifted her feet off the bed, concentrating on keeping stable as she hovered, effortlessly supported only on her hands, her torso anchored down via Paul's huge, brutalizing penis.
He froze, uncertain, not sure what she would do as she spread her legs into a full split, impaled on him like the lewdest, biggest, most jacked gymnast ever seen. He marveled as her leg muscles bunched into thick heavy slabs, as her tummy muscles tightened around his shaft, each of her glut muscles flexing with power, spreading and showing him her tight, wet anal bud once more. Lost in revelation, he saw her lower legs fold in like the lotus position, felt the soft pads on the soles of her feet touch his bottom and press into his flesh.
And then she pushed, hard.
It almost felt like the blood was being pushed out of his shaft as she pressed him into her with her feet, her muscles shaking now from working so hard in this kinky stress position, the walls of her slick, hot pussy still almost unyielding against the pressure of his penis. Paul could only gasp as the gripping vice around his cock suddenly changed its nature, Quinn's abs rippling now as her insanely developed inner muscles physically pulled another four inches of his shaft inside her, revealing the awesome power of her pussy. Paul yelled and grasped knowing that she was really enjoying this sucking penetration, his huge cock unprepared for her muscled box and that she was taking him anyway she wanted... and loving it.
A passenger for now in their lovemaking, Paul could do nothing else but let Quinn take the lead, feeling her inner muscles expel his meat now while her pressing muscled feet preventing his dick coming out of her. The feeling on his huge dick was unbelievable coupled with the sight of the muscles in her arms swelling and flexing and bunching into rocky striations as she pushed back at him, slowly setting up a rhythm, his mouth hanging open in sheer awe as she exerted her massive strength. Her whole body was shining with sweat now, the blush of red heat shading her skin as this symphony of muscles drove their strangely furious lovemaking. Quinn slowly lowered her chest to the bed, her arched back keeping her hips in the air as she panted into the pillow and started flexing the individual muscles in her ass at the same time as her inner pussy muscles, massaging his big cock head powerfully and completely.
Unable to see her face, Paul could only utter a ragged grunt before the pulsing walls of Quinn's pussy pulled him into her once again, his dick as hard as steel and tingling with the pending promise of orgasm, the sight in front of him goading him, almost forcing him ever closer to cumming hard into her. He could feel her muscles pulling harder and harder, watching as his hips got drawn in towards her powerful ass and he gasped as he felt the tip of his penis jam hard against Quinn's cervix, only four inches remaining outside her pussy. Paul swore then, and loudly, as the sensations on his massive cock doubled and then tripled. A throaty yell came from him and an explosion of writhing muscles and veins underneath Quinn's golden skin accompanied the unbelievable pleasure and power he experienced as his huge cock head was mashed cruelly against her cervix, the pressure mounting with every second.
They screamed together as his titanic dick speared through the cervical opening and into Quinn's womb, his huge testicles jerking up hard as his orgasm began, his hands gripping her hips like a pair of vices, the whole length of his unnaturally huge cock trapped inside her shaking muscular mass. The veins on his neck stood out like cables as he yelled, feeling the copious semen rocket through his reproductive tract to jet out of his throbbing meat, the sensation of his cum pipe bloating under the pressure enough to make him grit his teeth. The first blast smacked loudly into the back of Quinn's womb, causing her to jerk her hips convulsively, her powerful form writhing and wriggling underneath him now as she gave into the tide of her orgasm, her legs snapping out straight and toes curled. The second and subsequent cum blasts came quickly after the one another with Paul yielding out loud as he felt like his huge dick would explode inside of her. Quinn shuddered and shook through a titanic wave of pleasure, crying out lustily and looking ahead wide eyed.
The thick, sticky female come squeezed out of Quinn around Paul's shaft like a hydrant, the power of Quinn’s pussy muscles and the tightness of the seal enough to force the female juices out, together with his cum, from between them in a rush. The splattering gooey squirted out of Quinn's amazing pussy for what seemed like an eternity, the sheets turning into a soupy marsh by their combined cum as Quinn’s enhanced muscled pussy went into overdrive.
Some minutes later, Paul was sucking in huge lungful of air, slumped over the warm and massive body of his lover, listening to her satisfied purrs as the softening lump of his dick inside her set off tiny orgasmic aftershocks. Slowly, he rolled off of her and landed on his back, head near hers as he lay panting, the trunk of his red, abused huge cock sliding out of her with a slurp and thumping wetly onto the sheets between his legs. Her hand reached out to sensually caress his worn out cock along its huge length as she stretched over and kissed him on his cheek, a soft hum of pleasant satisfaction from her being all the sound in the room.
"Hmmm," she giggled, reaching underneath herself to stroke her own tummy, "I feel so full darling... I may have to keep you."
For his part Paul could only smile, exhausted, and shake his head ruefully, returning the kiss gently and slumping, tired, back onto the bed.
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Karma appreciated. Part 2 coming soon.
