Brewed ch 5 part 1 - reworked [kredenchurut]

[kredenchurut]

Hi, I was inspired by Amnoartist's brilliant story called "Brewed". It had scenes so erotic I wanted to explore them a bit further... I kept the story more or less the same, only filled it up with a few little details. I hope you like it and I hope Amnoartist doesn't mind me using his story.

I started with chapter 5 because I liked this one the best. But only got as far as the first part of that chapter.

PS: more karma means more stories like this

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There was a student in Adam’s class - a different one every week  - who had to count the missing students before the start of the lesson and report about it to the teacher. This week it was Billy’s turn. He was your regular fat kid with acne who never really payed attention to any of his teachers. Not until now at least.


He was paying attention so much, he couldn’t even finish his report. The words just simply stopped coming out of his mouth as he got mesmerized by the sight in front of him. In his defense, probably every sane person would have acted the same way because the teacher he was reporting to was the most muscular person he ever saw. It was Cassandra.


As Billy handed her the attendance sheet to sign he couldn’t help but notice that the A4 sized paper was smaller in length than the width of her forearms. That had to be 20-30 centimeters wide and still no match for her muscle-packed limbs. The contrast between her fragile wrists and ever widening forearms was so huge, it looked like a pyramid with a hand attached to its top. She had her sleeves rolled up to her tiny elbows, showing the insane amount of ripped muscles. Her aged skin showed some small freckles, wrinkles here and there, and thick veins pumping blood to these monstrosities. And we haven’t even talked about the biceps. Easily bigger than the lower part of her arm but unfortunately hidden under the sleeves of her suit. She was still a decent lady and refused to flaunt around her barrel-sized assets. She hid them under her sturdy grey suit jacket she always wore. It had a few worn parts but as a teacher in her early sixties she couldn’t afford better ones and honestly didn’t really care about it. Though on her newly acquired and beyond-belief-muscular frame the suit was almost stretched to the point of explosion. Around the thickest parts of her biceps the seams already started to part and from time to time you could see the threads popping where the two pieces of cloth was sewed together.


Moving his eyes further up her arms Billy almost couldn’t comprehend how someone could have so wide shoulders. They wouldn’t look out of place in size even on a grizzly bear. He had to take a second look at the double sized doorframe of the classroom and he still couldn’t imagine how she managed to squeeze her body through that. It looked like a mouse-hole next to her.


On top of the shoulders and the bull-shaming traps was resting the same old wrinkled face every student knew so well. Though her body reached a humanly impossible level of muscularity she still had her wide pair of glasses with graying and unkempt shoulder-length hair. She was looking at her students with the same old stern expression. Her students though had quite a different reaction than what they used to have.


They saw their peer Billy, the third biggest guy in the class dwarfed by this granny of a teacher. Her thighs, easily the widest parts of her body (outclassing even her colossal shoulders) were especially ridiculous. As she was standing directly behind him they could see that each one of her thighs was wider than poor Billy’s whole frame. It was a sight so unbelievable they had to ask each other if they were actually seeing the same thing and if that it was in fact the reality. It also didn’t help that the old pencil skirt she was wearing was stretched so wide that it couldn’t even reach the top of her thighs and barely covered the lower part of her underwear. The only thing she had on those magnificent pieces of hams were a pair of dark brown nylon, thigh-high stockings. They were only black though in the cracks between her muscles and were stretched to an almost completely transparency on every piece of muscle she had packed on those monsters.


Her knees narrowed so dramatically and suddenly that they almost looked like they were taken from a much much smaller person. Billy even had to bow his head a little to take a closer look at them to figure out how could they connect such wide cords of muscle yet stay so delicate and small. As his head moved in front of Cassandra’s calves the class realised with a shock that each of them were much bigger than the fat guy’s whole head. It was a wonder how those high heeled shoes could hold all this meat and not crumble beneath the immense weight of them.


All of Adam’s classmates were marveling at the magnificent body of their sixty-something teacher and could hardly believe their eyes. And even they didn’t saw everything. Only Billy saw the incredibly thin waist - even her neck were twice the size of it - that the slabs of her thigh-muscles ended in. Only he could saw the orange sized bumps that formed her ripped abs and stretched the rugged surface of her suit skirt. She had a thin belt on the thinnest section of her waist, but not like she needed one - she only wore it to emphasize how much thinner she was now, compared to a few weeks ago. And Billy could saw that her delicate belt buckle was already deformed by the asymmetric slabs of her 8-pack. It was deformed to the point that it was almost folded in half,being pressed inside the deep cut between the emerging pillars of her abs. The only part of her body not covered in clothes was the top part of her midsection as her blouse was stretched over her breasts and it couldn’t contain any more flesh. The amount of vascularity on display was out of this world.


Oh and about those breasts. Cassandra always had a decent sized pair of boobs. Even though she never was attractive to the much younger students of hers, the guys - Billy as well -  always tried to sneak a look at those tits every single opportunity they had. Being a bit overweight she had her assets swing around with every step she took. And as Billy was used to see them sag and have wrinkles and such, it caught him as a surprise how firm they were now sitting, not sitting, but standing on the top of her mountainous pectoral muscles. They stood in such a straight angle and so far out that it looked like it was a shelf starting under her face. The image of her breasts holding books, bags and such appeared in Billy’s head. Heck, he and one of his friends could even sit on those mountains, both at the same time. It looked like she had the power to hold them and not even break a sweat in doing so.


As Billy finally woke up from this vision and took a seat with a robbing hard-on, Cassandra raised her head and took a good look at the class. She shifted the oil barrel sized pack of ripped muscle she had as her leg to the side and made a futile attempt to fold her insanely sized arms. Only an attempt, because the huge masses of glistening pectorals and breast were simply too big to fold her arms around them. The attempt though made her chest muscles flex a bit and rise, straining against the top of her blouse.  She had her blouse all buttoned up in a really conservative manner, only showing a bit of cleavage. But honestly what do you expect from a woman old enough to call these students her grandchildren.


“Okay, class. Your usual teacher, Mister Paulson is sadly spending a long visit in the hospital.”
She crouched to get a marker from the teacher’s desk. Her buttocks - oversized even for her gargantuan frame - stretched the old grey skirt around their perfect spherical shape - for the pleasure of all the male students. It made even those guys hard with lust who resisted the sight of this muscular giant until now. For them the size and detail of muscularity of this moderate mature woman was unprecedented. But for Adam it was not, as he was used to the sight of a similarly aged matron lifting the weight of a smaller car on a daily basis.


As Cassandra pulled open a marker pen she continued: “So I’ll be your tutor for the remainder of the academic year.” She made a brief eye-contact with Adam, still keeping that stern face, maybe even making it a bit more stern - as it seemed to Adam.


He gulped. Even though it was brief, that moment of eye-contact felt ageless, and no doubt one of a suggestive nature from Cassandra’s part. She turned to face the whiteboard but she kept a fair distance - like a step - so it wouldn’t touch her insane tits. Her glorious buttocks were finally on full display. They were standing so strong and so firm, they also formed something like a shelf on her body. Her heeled calves moved prominently: thick and corded, stretching painfully against her stockings.


It looked like a small workout in itself when she raised her arm: it looked like it weighs as much as a smaller man. And she lifted it without showing any effort. “Today’s lesson is about the literature of the late Renaissance” No one even noticed that she was talking. All of them were mesmerized as her jacket moved further upwards with her shoulder’s movement, showing even more of her insanely wide back. This really small flex made her entire frame grow on the spot stretching her clothes even further. Even her relaxed bicep teared through her suit slightly.


Adam managed to suppress his arousal so far, but Cassandra’s growth spurt and the sight of her soft flex was the final nail in the coffin. It made even the striations of her shoulders visible through her clothes. Obviously Adam couldn’t hold on anymore. He gave in, creaming his pants with a shuddering moan. Even though Cassandra’s hearing wasn’t the best the moan was loud enough even for her to notice and turn her head around to take a look at the classroom. But it wasn’t just Adam. Billy and at least two other guys were jacking off furiously under their desks and had to put a sudden stop to it. As soon as their teacher turned back to the whiteboard they got their hands back in their trousers and jerked their throbbing erection further. They didn’t have to worry about other classmates noticing because they were also taken back by the sight in front of them. Most men would pay crazy amounts of money just for a few minutes of a webcam session of this overly muscular granny while all these students had all this for free. No wonder they couldn’t take their eyes off Cassandra.


“Shakespeare’s masterpiece, Macbeth will be the topic of today’s class. Let’s read the feature from the 32th page of your textbook.” Even though Adam already blew his load what came next made him exceptionally hard again in just a few seconds. Cassandra moved away from the whiteboard and started to sit down behind the long wooden desk. As she squatted, her quadriceps came to life and exploded to an obscene size. She simply couldn’t fit those mammoth limbs under the desk. She tried to rotate them around and slide them underneath but to no avail, the woodwork couldn’t contain her inhuman size and hardness. As she squeezed them in just a few inches they immediately lifted the heavy desk so she had to give up and just sit in front of the students. And that made Adam feel much more miserable about his raging hard-on. The sight of those mountains she had for thighs plain on sight, without any kind of cover, only those shiny nylon stockings that even further emphasized the geography of her leg muscles. As it wasn’t enough she even crossed those magnificent pieces of hams making her hamstrings double in size. Her skirt slid up so much that it resembled a small belt now. Small holes started to appear around the widest parts of her thighs on her stockings. The two legs stacked on top of each other were so big and stood so tall it even touched the lower parts of her enormous tits. There were more meat on display than at the butcher’s shop.


Adam’s throbbing erection couldn’t hold it any longer and he came in his pants for the second time in just a minute or so. He couldn’t control himself anymore, the grey haired teacher had such an unbelievably defined muscular body, it forced him to ejaculate and ejaculate even more.


“Okay, whoever is making these noises has to stop now. You were supposed to read, not moan around. If i have to walk around the desks and constantly check if everyone is reading I will do it.” Adam froze in his place. The amount of cum he produced in the last few minutes was too much for his trousers and started to drip to the floor, making a small puddle in front of his desk. All the other students panicked and tried to cover the traces of their furious masturbating: books started to open, hands were removed from the trousers all around as Cassandra started to move her giant frame around the classroom.


Adam still haven’t regained his consciousness. What if Cassandra will see this? What if Florence finds out? He couldn’t even move, just stared at those quadriceps moving towards him slowly. All those muscles thrown sideways like a huge sack of meat with every step. Every time her toes reached the ground her thighs ballooned and flexed to such a ridiculous size Adam had a hard time believing his eyes. The impossibly vascular quads flexed for the last time, stopping directly in front of his face, filling his whole vision. Even if he were to move his head around and look sideways he still could only saw muscles on top of muscles, Cassandra’s legs were that big. As he slowly raised his head he could finally see the mock expression of shock on the mature woman’s face as she realised that she stepped in a small puddle of semen. “Adam…” she mocked a sigh of disappointment. He looked at her with guilt, while the rest of the class sighed with relief that they got away and only Adam got caught.

[Amnoartist]

Color me impressed, man! I loved reading this, especially considering the irony that I'm going to write more of Brewed myself, haha! I'm happy to see my work had inspired you to come up with your own twist and additions. That doesn't happen much.

If you'd like, you can rework other chapters as they come out. I'd be interested to see what you can come up with, especially considering just how much detail you put into describing this chapter, which I'm jealous of I'll admit.

[kredenchurut]

Thanks man, I'm really glad you liked it! I have almost finished the second part of this chapter maybe I will have time for more. And Im really glad you continued this story, I was hoping for new chapters!

[kredenchurut]

So here is the second part of the rework. Here I differed a bit more from the original story, but only to make the stakes higher

I hope you will like it.

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The boys’ locker room was a small and always smelly room. Teenage boys were changing their clothes, getting their jerseys and running shoes form the lockers. The wall next to the lockers was covered with motivational posters, images of athletes, bodybuilders, etc. In this room there was always chatting and laughter, a cacophony of sounds. But Adam didn’t hear any of that. His mind was still fixated on the more than 60 years old muscle monster that he just jerked off to. Sure Florence was a giant but he couldn’t tell anymore which one of them were bigger. Those jacked forearms… Only thinking about them made him shake with desire.


He was so deep in his thoughts that at first he didn’t even notice that the chatter around him stopped suddenly. He was minding his own business, tying his shoes while imagined himself worshipping the ripped muscles of his middle aged teacher. He only looked up when he felt a huge shadow casted over him. In front of him was the same, insanely ripped thigh he saw before and got him to instant ejaculation. Still covered in those sleek stockings that stretched over the veiny muscles like it was painted on, emphasizing every curve and every little muscle bump, with the deep dark outlines the stockings made around them.


“I expect you know why did I have to come here, Adam.” Her strong and stern voice scared Adam so much he even jumped up a bit. Shaking with fear he looked at the monster who was staring down at him with her fists on her hips. The pose showed off her insane lats arching further and further away from the small waist she had exposed. Adam was so taken back by the presence of such a dominant figure, he couldn’t say a word even if he wanted to.


“You were supposed read and pay attention but you decided to ruin my lesson by giving in to your primal desires. You dared to ignore my words. You should have realized that me even talking to you imbecile little rats was a favour on my part. I don’t have to do this! We are not equals by a long shot. I am your superior.”


While talking like this, Cassandra became angrier and angrier. The rage building up inside her made her muscles tense up, veins throbbing all over her thick neck. Her jaws flared outside as she squeezed her teeth together, wrinkles showing all over her face: “So when I make the effort and waste my time on educating you and your pathetic little pals you should shut up and do exactly as I say! Even to suggest that you are on the same level as me, and that you can overrule what I commanded you to do… you insect!


She couldn’t finish because Adam’s “primal desires” got the best of him again. His whole body shot upwards controlled only by his erect penis. The rest of him following his member like a ragdoll. He climbed up on the tree trunks she called thighs, using every dent and cut between her muscles to cling onto, like a weird little mountain climber on the Mount Everest of muscle. He was furiously humping every little piece of beef she packed on herself, spreading his precum all over her nylon stockings. He knew that it will mess up her clothes, he knew he will die if Florence will learn about his behaviour. He wanted to stop but he simply couldn’t. He hated himself for it. The sight of the widest thighs humanly possible, the feeling of being utterly dominated verbally, to being outclassed in every physical way by a woman three times his age: these all added up and gave the control over him to his genitals.


He couldn’t even reach her cheese-grinder abs before Cassandra shut him down. He felt a small and wrinkled palm closing around his collar and then lifting him up slowly and steadily with only one arm. “You little rascal. Do you have any idea how hard it is to wash your sticky little sperm out of these nylons?”


The effort to lift this 160 pound guy almost made her bicep dense up. It wasn’t fully flexed but it was enough to make her jacket’s sleeve explode as her deeply cut and vascular bicep torn through every piece of fabric she had on them. Only a few ragged pieces of her blouse was left around her elbow, her bicep stood tall and firm, producing yet another mountain for Adam to climb.


But he was not alone with his desires. The relative silence in the room made Cassandra stop for a second and look around. There was no talking, no chatting, no laughter, only the sounds of penises being jerked off, quiet “fap-fap-fap-fap” everywhere. All the guys were almost passed out by the show they just witnessed, with more muscle on display then they have ever seen. Some of them, like poor Billy already had his small wiener all red from the intense use during the class earlier. They didn’t care about the pain though, they just continued to beat it further and further to cover every inch of this ultra muscular granny with their jizz.


She still had the majority of her wrinkled body covered in her old fashioned grey suit. Only a few parts were exposed of her ripped body but it was  more than enough for this group of around ten boys. They all got aroused to the point where they didn’t care about anything else, only about Cassandra and her impossibly muscular body. Each one of them had different tastes and different stuff turned them on but Cassandra was insanely sexy in every aspect imaginable.


Some of the boys were obsessed with high heels - they couldn’t even take their eyes of these elegantly curved, calve-hardener shoes with thick 3 inch heels. Leg-lovers were in heaven. Never existed a more defined set of quadriceps, curvier hamstrings, more vascular inner thighs. Some of these guys didn’t even like muscles. (There are some of those everywhere.) They just took a look at her enormous piece of ass, packed with globe-like muscles to such a ridiculous degree, and they already orgasmed. There were also those guys who always tried to sneak a look at the a women who had an exposed stomach, always hoping to see at least a hint of muscles. These boys went crazy over Cassandra’s striated midsection. There was only a small portion of it exposed between her blouse and skirt but even this tiny part had more muscles on it then other people have on their whole bodies. We don’t have to bother explaining the immense pleasure that boob-enthusiasts felt when they looked at those inflated beach-balls she had resting on top of her pectorals. I guess the case of the bicep-fans is self explanatory at this point as well.


As Cassandra look around she saw the little spurts of semen from every corner of the room. She saw these teenagers move their hands up and down on their penises so fast it almost became a blur. She saw how the sight of her body conquered this room full of men, how none of them had any chance of resisting the sight of her sheer size. And to be honest she liked it. Until the last week she hardly had any sex for a long long time. She always was a bit overweight and even though she had decent breasts, the men were never really fond of her. But now it all changed and she was yet to find a man who could resist her or her gargantuan muscles. So she hit a softer tone this time: “Boys, boys… you haven’t even seen anything yet you already blew your load. Some of you several times actually.” She finally put Adam down.  “It’s only natural for a lesser being to worship when he finds someone utterly superior so I don’t blame you…“


“All right little puppies, it’s your lucky day: you will get to see me flex these little bumps! But don’t think for a second that you deserved this. I will only do it because I am a generous god… ha haha...and I will only do it once, you don’t worth more.” And with that she removed her jacket finally. If you thought these guys couldn’t be turned on more you were wrong. As the gray fabric hit the ground small moans could be heard from all around the room. In their ignorance they thought they saw how big she was through her jacket. But they were so so wrong. The now exposed white blouse stretched over her muscles like a second skin. It showed every dent, every bump, every little vein. It was stretched to the point that they could even saw her freckles through the white fabric. The geography of her back muscles finally got exposed: an enormous pair of mountains in the middle, a sea of smaller but insanely ripped muscle around them, packed on the widest frame ever to exist. At her front her nipples poked through her blouse, a blouse already messed up by the gigantic bouncing tits it had to contain all day long.


She haven’t even started to flex but the boys around her were already ecstatic. But then she noticed a poster behind her: a life sized Ronnie Coleman. The 8 time Mr. Olympia winner, regarded as one of the biggest bodybuilders to ever live on this planet shown here in his prime, 1:1, exactly as big as he actually was. Or as small he was, depending on who do you compare him to.


“Haha, look at that little rat. Less than half my age, yet inferior to me in every physical aspect. I think I will call him Toothpick Johnny.” She bent her gigantic torso towards the ground so her arms were exactly in front of the poster’s thighs. But no one could see those thighs anymore. Even in a relaxed state her biceps eclipsed them in every aspect: size, vascularity and possibly in raw power as well. “Hey Johnny, do you call that a thigh? I call it a toothpick! Ha haha!” And to further emphasize that fact that a small-town granny had surpassed the most muscular person the male population could ever offer, she finally flexed those glorious limbs. With a rigid movement she raised her backpack-sized forearm what made her biceps explode in size, shooting upwards till it touched her bracelet covered, tiny wrists. The muscles fought each other for space, expanding sideways as well.


“What a sight. Looked up on by all men, set as an example for all the guys who want to build muscles. How many boys were dreaming of being as muscular as him? They all knew of course that they never will be able to match him. And now here I stand, a short sighted grandma, with greying hair. And this Toothpick Johnny can’t match my bicep in size, not even with his torso. I bet he always dreamed of having a chest as big as my biceps are. Poor little guy. He’s flexing his puny limbs as hard as he can, look at that! Hahaha!


The boys in the room couldn’t control themselves anymore. They leaped towards Cassandra, like a horde of chimpanzees, all dying with lust to hump her insane body. The impact of several guys jumping on her didn’t even move her body an inch. She just stood straight with a proud grin as they boys fought each other to reach the best spots on her body. It looked like giant worms pulsating around her mammoth body, all crazy with lust.


As they tried to fit their small dicks in every cut, every little cavity they could find, as they tried to cling on every single part of muscle she had, they inevitably destroyed her clothes. Not like she minded it, she already accepted the fact that she will need to buy a few bigger clothes soon. Small shreds of her blouse was flying everywhere and not much stayed intact from her skirt either. Good thing she had no bra on, otherwise she would have to say goodbye to that one as well. Her panties though were a forbidden zone: she slapped anyone who were trying to remove them, sending them flying across the room.


As the guys finished their undressing work she was finally standing in the middle of the locker room in all her glorious self: in only her thigh-high stockings, black lace panties and high-heeled shoes. All of her huge muscles were either covered by teenage boys, dry-humping every inch of her body or covered by their thick semen. Billy had a hard time finding a spot for himself though. He climbed this ever moving pile of humans higher and higher, looking for a cavity or a dent he could stick his wiener in. As he reached her face, controlled by pure lust, he tried to jump on her mouth and put his dick in it. Cassandra was having none of it of course and hit him so hard he went flying towards the other wall of the room.


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The senior year’s cheer leader team always had their gym class in the morning. It was the same today, they already finished it and headed towards the showers so they could start their next lesson with a fresh body. As the hot water started pouring down, steam and gleeful chatter filled the whole room. At least until Billy came through the wall, landing on one of the cheer leaders. The girls started to scream and run around in panic: “Aaah, get out! Leave us alone!” Boys in the girl’s shower room! They are trying to rape… Wait what?”


It was true that Billy looked around for a second after landing on the shower floor. His vision was filled with bare bouncing breasts, thin waists, naked asses, so basically a sexual heaven for any man. But not for one who only left the sight of Cassandra’s insanely muscular and unforgettable body. The girls noticed with disappointment that he didn’t pay any attention to them, he only wanted to crawl back through the hole on the wall to the room he came from.


That’s when they noticed Cassandra. “It’s sad ladies, but true: The guys won’t even notice you anymore if they saw me already. You can’t offer them anything, that I - a wrinkled old granny - can’t do better. I’m really sorry for you” Her aged face looked at them from behind her glasses, with the proudest smile. Below her head was a sea of muscle. Shoulders wider than a truck, traps the size of two beach balls, bicepses with three of four guys sitting on each one of them trying to put their little curved red penises under her bent forearms. They couldn’t even see all the muscle because most of the dents were already filled with cum and sweat. One of the cheerleaders couldn't handle the sight and vomited. And what Cassandra said was true. The guys looked at them for a second when the wall collapsed but they turned back to Cassandra immediately after. Almost as if these young women, in their prime naked form, were invisible next to their sixty-something literature teacher.


As Cassandra looked down on the little puppies with their dicks in their hands she felt pity for them. She had an enormous body, ripped to shreds but still most of them couldn’t find a place on her to stick their dick in it. Some of them were even fighting each other for the best spots and she just couldn’t stand the sight of these poor bastards wanting something they could never get.
“All right boys. Just so you know how gracious I am I will make your life easier.” With that she shrugged of the men from her body, sending them towards the ground around her. “Time for a little work out” She straightened her jacket on the floor - at least what was left of it. Sat down on it with her massive frame and leaned backwards. The boys around him were still trying to get up from the floor but those, who saw what she was doing, already ejaculated again.


She had her mountainous arms with those boulder-sized biceps bent behind her neck. Her hands touching the bottom of her now moist and unkempt grey hair. She was doing crunches, making that rock hard 8-pack skyrocket in size with each flex. With every contraction the cuts between those balls of muscle got deeper and deeper. Her obliques looked like a tightly compressed map of mountains with striations everywhere. Cum was covering her body so thickly, she had to wipe it with her hand for a while just so the guys could see that the grooves between her abdominal muscles were already deeper than the length of their dicks.


As she counted 10 reps, the vascularity of her abdominals reached inhuman level. Every muscle fiber was visible through her freckled skin. With each repetition the lowest pieces of ab-muscles had their middle shrink and shrink while their top and bottom rose higher and higher. With the 20th rep a cut started to show, making her midsection covered with a 10 pack. “How many of you are here? Ten? All right, give me a few minutes.” The boys already couldn’t believe their eyes as they witnessed this ultra muscular matron work out her gigantic muscles to gigantic proportions and and growing in size in front of them. With a loud grunt she finished her 40th crunch, resulting in the most insane twelve-pack the world ever saw.


Now between the 12 bumps of abdominal muscle all of the ten boys had a cut big enough for their dicks. As soon as the last groove appeared they popped their throbbing hard-ons between those rock hard bumps and started thrusting their pelvises back and forth. She contracted and relaxed her cheese-grinder in sync with their motion. If it wasn’t in sync she would had smashed those little red wieners to mush between those rigid heaps of muscle she had as her abs. Just as tiny little white pieces of fireworks, all the guys blew their load, producing small spurts of semen one after the other.The sexual exhaustion finally got the better of them and they started to dip into unconsciousness, falling on the floor around her, splashing in the puddle of cum they all participated in making.


She flicked the last guy off of her magnificent body so she could finally stand up. A body so muscular, so ripped emerged from the pile of humans that she almost looked like a last standing hero emerging from the battleground. Her Mr. Olympia shaming biceps were glistening with sweat as they were called to action: she rubbed her body to wipe off all the semen these little guys covered her in. Of course she couldn’t get it out of the deepest curves of her inhuman muscles, but she made a pretty good job. Still standing in her panties and stockings, bare chested, nipples standing straight and strong, she started to shake her thighs, throwing several kilos of muscled up meat around. As she suddenly flexed it, the semen flew off it and her glorious muscles were clear to see again. Her quadriceps were wider than most bodybuilder’s torso, yet it looked like she had two of them on top of each other. Her hamstrings curved outwards so strongly that you could place a glass on it and it wouldn’t fall. The most developed, most muscular part of her body was almost shining under the sheer nylons she had on them, with high heels on to make her pumpkin sized calves harden and to make her tower above the mere mortals she was surrounded by.


As she looked around, checking the faces of the passed out boys she still couldn’t find Adam, who got lost amidst the furious paced orgy they had. That was when she noticed muffled licking noises coming from her pussy. She lowered her head flexing that insanely muscular twelve-pack of abs she had now to look between her legs. Spreading those stone pillars of muscle she had as her thighs she could finally see the fragile body of Adam lost between the vascular slabs of her inner thighs. The guy still had his head inside her panties, licking her clit as fast as he could with his hands gripping on her muscles that engulfed him.


“You did good, my son, no need to overdo it” With a knowing smile she grabbed him under her armpits with her left hand and placed him down on the floor. He was so deeply hypnotised by her muscles that he still had his tongue moving up and down, not noticing that he wasn’t inside her pussy anymore. “Adam, I will forgive you this time for you disobedience. But if you dare to contradict me again… You won’t like what I will do to you.”


With that she grabbed what was left of her jacket, dripping with semen, looking for its pocket. She pulled out a burgundy colored lipstick, applied on her wrinkled lips, then threw it away. As the lipstick bounced around on the floor she exited the room through the hole in the wall Billy made earlier. Even though she couldn’t even fit one of her thighs through the opening it was still easier to leave this way then to squeeze herself through the all so tiny door frame.

[Jeremy Lightning]

Love your muscle description, really great job on these couple of chapters, Cassandra is incredibly huge and ripped, just the way I love my mature muscle women, you did a great job working on what Amnoartist created and making it your own, I look forward to more if you want to write it. k+!

[kredenchurut]

Thanks Jeremy! I've been reading your stories for quite a few years now so I'm really glad about your remarks

[Jeremy Lightning]

You're very welcome, I'm always glad to know that my stories have been influential to other writers. k+!

[Amnoartist]

You're very welcome, I'm always glad to know that my stories have been influential to other writers. k+!

I've often wondered if you've wanted to do the same thing for Brewed, Jeremy. It's an open series.