Hey, I'm happy to present my newest story - Big and Loud. It's a short, hot and a bit romantic, story about a couple of bodybuilders spending night in Italian hostel and getting peeped on by someone 
There will be three parts, let me know in the comments if you liked it or not.
Enjoy
The trail ran down the slope and was densely surrounded by trees. According to my phone's GPS, we were about to reach a small Italian town called Nocelle. Of course, that was only if the satellite was guiding us correctly, as my phone was having trouble getting a stronger connection. My girlfriend's phone was already dead, so we had to rely on mine.
Despite the fact that it was getting late and we were a bit lost, we were in a great mood. Happy-go-lucky, as they say. Anyway, it wasn't like we were stuck in the middle of Syberia, just on a nice hiking trail in Italy, still close to civilization.
"Next season I'm going to downsize, Maddox, I swear to you, babe. My ankles are killing me. Fuck!" Iris said and I turned to her, only to find, as I expected, a wide, mischievous grin on her full lips instead of any sign of effort or pain.
"Yeah, sure!" I replied, making a "give me a dollar" gesture with my hand. It would be a completely abstract gesture for most people, but Iris understood it immediately.
"What? You think you'll be a billionaire after every time you hear that, huh?" She laughed and wiped the sweat from her brow. "Sorry to ruin your dreams, but you'd have ten dollars, tops. Maybe twelve. Not even enough for two coffees in this country."
"Oh, c'mon, the prices here are better than in the States," I replied as we continued down a pebbled path. I understood her complaining - my legs were sore too.
"Fine, you're right about that," she snorted and added with a flirtatious smile, "but seriously, babe, I'm too big, aren't I?"
"You're not big, but fucking humongous, Iris!" I said laughing and gave her firm buttocks a good smack. I swear her ass was made of marble. "But I still like you, fat ass!"
She also laughed and jokingly pushed me. Even though I was over 240 pounds, she moved me with ease. Maybe because she was only about 30 pounds lighter than me, strong as a bull and packed with rock-hard muscles from her neck to her feet. All that muscle mass on her five-foot-nine frame looked epic. Iris was a bodybuilding freak. And I loved it.
We were both freaks in that matter. And that was the foundation of our relationship. A common hobby cements relationships, doesn't it?
"Fat ass? Remember who was fatter on stage?" Iris raised her eyebrows with a cocky grin.
"It was only one percent difference, brag!" I said, laughing.
But I had to admit. I had been impressed by how shredded Iris had been at the last competition we participated in. She looked like an alien - bringing nearly 205 pounds of super cut and defined muscles on stage, there was no way she couldn't win that contest. And she did, leaving all of her rivals far behind. Iris, of course, competed in the Open Female Bodybuilding, and she was one of the biggest women in that division.
I came in fifth in my category, which was Men's Classic Physique. Not too shabby, but not very good either, I was hoping for a better place. My competitors were well prepared though.
It was in Portugal, just a week prior to our trip to Campania, Italy, so we both managed to rehydrate properly and regain some weight so we weren't so lean anymore. I mean, we were still ripped and more muscular than the vast majority of people, but just not in contest shape.
So there we were - a couple of big, loud, and a little crazy Americans getting a bit lost on the famous
Sentiero degli Dei, which translates to The Path of Gods. Pretty pompous name, if you ask me, but it suited us. After all, we were built like young gods.
The trail description said about six hours of hiking, although we would do it much faster, since we were really strong and in great shape, but... oh well, we started too late and took way too many breaks along the way. You know, typical stops for a selfie, or a snack and a sip of water... or a quick blowjob between the bushes. But despite our loss, it was absolutely worth it, the trail was amazing and offered truly magnificent views. Both of nature and of Iris's ultra-muscular, rock-hard ass.
"Do you think they have any dangerous predators in Italy? You know, like our mountain lions?" Iris asked, and I turned to see if she was worried, but obviously she wasn't. More like bored.
"I doubt it. I mean, there are bears and wolves and bobcats... or are they called lynxes in Europe? Not here, though, but in the Alps or... somewhere else," I said, blatantly displaying my vast knowledge of European fauna. I couldn't resist teasing her. "What? Are you afraid, babe?"
"Only for your safety," she replied, sticking out her tongue.
"That's touching. But believe me, the only feral beast in these woods is... you!" I said, speeding up as if to run away from her.
But Iris was fast too. Laughing, she quickly chased after me and caught me in a bear hug from behind. Damn, I loved how strong she was. She pressed against my back as tightly as my backpack would allow and grabbed my cock through my pants.
"Oh, you couldn't be more wrong, there are other dangerous animals around here. For example, earlier on the trail I saw a huge snake," she whispered in a hoarse voice as she stroked my dick. "It was fucking long and thick... Pretty scary, but luckily I know how to charm such snakes."
She made me hard in seconds. Her iron grip worked on me like nothing else. I held her thick muscular forearm and gave it a rough massage. I exhaled loudly.
"I'm gonna fuck you so fucking hard, Iris, when we reach... whatever town is on the way," I said raspingly and she let me go.
"Oh, no need to be so vulgar, Maddox," she said with an innocent smile. What a little devil! Well, anything but little, to be exact.
Damn, I loved that crazy chick so much. We laughed and exchanged a quick, hungry kiss, and I dug my fingers as deep as I could into her firm buttocks. Which meant only a few millimeters, because her muscles were too dense. Then we kept walking. It was literally hard to walk with a massive boner, but I managed. Our relationship was kinky as fuck, so I was used to having countless erections throughout the day.
Soon the tall trees gave way to lower shrubs and bushes, and we saw some buildings in the distance. I checked my phone, but there was still no service. With no other option, we walked along the trail. On the way we decided to just find a place to stay for the night and return to our hotel in Naples tomorrow.
After about twenty minutes we reached a narrow cobblestone street. I checked my phone again.
"Fuck, this isn't Nocelle," I said to Iris, showing her the display of my phone.
Our location on the map was a solid mile away from Nocelle. While the area we were in looked like a town, or at least a village, there was no name. Or there was some glitch in the app due to a weak connection or low battery. Fucking technology failing us when we need it most.
"Oh my God, we are so lost!" Iris exclaimed with a big smile. Typical of her, never serious.
"Let's find a place to stay or we'll have to sleep under the stars," I said.
"That would be very romantic, babe," Iris replied with a wink.
"Yeah, especially with the mosquitoes eating us alive. And the motherfuckers would have plenty to eat," I murmured as we continued on.
Soon it turned out to be a small dead town. We entered the small marketplace with stalls and stuff, but everything was already closed. It was about 9 p.m., so maybe it wasn't anything strange in such a small town. We passed a cafe, closed of course, and some grocery stores were closed too. Then we noticed a bus station, but we didn't even bother to check the schedule because we were sure that the last bus had left hours ago.
"Hey, there is something, see that sign?
Zimmer! That means rooms in German!" Iris exclaimed, suddenly very excited.
"Wow! When did you learn that language, polyglot?" I said sarcastically, hugging her broad shoulders. My hand landed on her round deltoid - it was so hard and dense. Even with my pretty big hands, I could barely cover her shoulder.
We walked to the sign.
"I've seen a lot of German movies, you know?" She grinned like an imp. Then she shouted a few German words in an exaggerated slutty moaning voice. Yeah, those kinds of movies.
As we approached the sign we saw a big house behind the fence and the second building further in the backyard. There was a bigger sign and this time it was written in English. It looked more like a vacation farm than a hostel, but we couldn't be picky. Apparently we had a chance to sleep in a normal bed that night.
"You do the talking, you look less intimidating," Iris said with a mischievous grin.
"Pussy!" I retorted, laughing.
But I knew what she meant - in general, people reacted... let's say... intensely to our sight. And while a lot of eyes popped out when people saw me, because I was a really big dude, there were gaping mouths, dropped jaws, and even involuntary surprised moans when they saw Iris.
Muscular women, especially as massive as she was, were a much rarer sight in a crowd, so she was the center of attention wherever we went. And not all of that attention was positive. Some people, especially small-minded, entitled jerks, were repulsed by her appearance, and some others were afraid. The latter were mostly elders.
Iris didn't give a shit how people reacted to her because she felt comfortable and confident with her body. But yeah, she could present herself to the world as an unapproachable badass bitch if she wanted to, and I liked it a lot, to be honest.
We found a door with the same writing as on the signs and went inside. It was a small room that functioned as a reception area, with a counter, a tiny couch that could barely fit either of us (a small drawback of having monstrous quads), some other furniture, and a small cabinet with a few keys. There was also a door that led to other parts of the house. I found a bell on the counter and rang it.
And Iris's intuition about people's reactions was right this time. We heard a woman's voice shouting something in Italian. It sounded very old. And it was. Soon we heard shuffling footsteps and an elderly woman entered the room. A real grandma, to be honest, she must have been about seventy-five years old. She was very short and frail, with short curly silver hair and thick glasses with a thin chain attached. There was also a very prominent cross on her necklace.
When the woman saw me, she stopped dead in her tracks and just stared at me with a frightened expression on her face. Then she noticed Iris standing closer to the door, and her eyes, already huge in her glasses, doubled in size. She literally gasped.
"
Buongiorno," I said, immediately realizing how stupid I was, but I couldn't remember how to say 'good evening' in Italian.
Buonasera, idiot,
buonasera! But it was too late for that. Anyway, it wasn't important.
The woman looked at me again, still visibly shocked by the two hulking giants in front of her. Well, we were peaceful, but just very big. That's no crime, is it? But then she nodded slowly.
"Um... Do you speak English?" I asked politely, trying to smile as friendly as I could.
"
No. No inglese," she shook her head uncertainly, still looking at me and Iris in confusion.
Our huge muscles gave this woman a headache. I just hoped she didn't think we were going to rob her or something.
Shit, so I had to use my pantomime skills and try to communicate with signs.
"We wanted to rent a room.
Zimmer? For the night. Sleeping. Bed," I said slowly, closing my eyes and resting my head on my palms. An Oscar-worthy performance.
Fortunately, the woman understood.
"Oh!
Un momento. Okay?" the granny said, probably the only word she knew in English, and quickly disappeared behind the door.
Iris looked at me with a broad grin, gave me a thumbs up and said, "Great job, babe!"
I just chuckled and shrugged.
"Giovanna!" We heard the woman call out a name and then quickly add a few sentences in Italian. I could only make out one word -
Americani. Eh, she saw through us, for sure we couldn't pass for Brits or Aussies. Too big, too loud and too obnoxious. I guess our appearance was almost a chant of "USA! USA!" But it was what it was.
After a moment we heard another female voice, this time much younger. I wondered if the granny had warned the woman she was calling about what she was about to see.
"Oh, thank God, she called for help." Iris sighed and folded her arms across her chest. She looked badass in that pose. Her arms were like two pythons locked in a deadly duel. Eighteen inches of steel-hard biceps on each arm.
I had a lot of respect for her for building such massive arms as a woman. Yeah, mean people would say it was because of steroids, PEDs, blah blah blah, whatever, but I knew firsthand how much effort, dedication, and discipline it had cost her. For comparison, my arms were a little over 20 inches, so there was only a two inch difference between us. Anyone with a basic understanding of bodybuilding would know what that said about her accomplishment.
Iris noticed me looking at her and blew me a kiss. I smiled warmly and was about to say something to her when the old woman returned. And with her came a young and stunningly good-looking woman. It must have been Giovanna. She was about twenty, maybe twenty-two years old. Long, jet-black hair, a fair complexion, big blue eyes, and full lips. A few freckles on her cheeks. Almost like a younger incarnation of Monica Belucci. She wore an airy white dress with a bit of cleavage, showing a glimpse of her full breasts.
The girl's eyes widened when she saw me, but she smiled shyly. Then she spotted Iris and I could almost hear her gulp, but she managed to keep her composure and smiled at my girlfriend as well. Iris smiled back crookedly. I noticed that she had already lowered her arms and relaxed her posture, almost as if she was trying to look less intimidating. Nice try, Iris!
"Hi! I'm Giovanna and this is my grandmother, Stefania. She doesn't speak English, but I do. A little bit. How can I help you?" she asked. Her voice was pleasant and soft.
Giovanna tried to keep a professional smile on her face, but her eyes were disobedient. She couldn't help but cast curious glances at my chest or arms or wander even lower. Wow, someone's naughty. Then she quickly averted her gaze and looked in Iris's direction, as if to assess whether she noticed her checking me out. The girl's cheeks were flushed, and with her alabaster skin, she couldn't hide it.
"Hi, nice to meet you. I'm Maddox and this is my girlfriend, Iris," I replied, and Iris said 'hi' too. "Sorry to bother you so late, but we'd like to rent a room for the night. We got lost."
I deliberately pointed out that we were together. Not because Iris would be jealous, because I was sure she wasn't, and not because I didn't like Giovanna's attention, because I obviously did. I just wanted the Italian girl to stay alert, haha! Yeah, I'm a bit of a troll. I liked that kind of interaction. It happened a lot with us. We were just an unusual couple.
"Lost? What happened?" Giovanna asked, and we explained our situation.
She confirmed that we hadn't reached Nocelle and told us the name of their town, but I didn't quite catch it. But it wasn't that important. Giovanna also explained that there were buses to Nocelle and one to Naples, but she didn't know the schedule of the latter. She promised to check for us later.
Stefania was silent while we were talking, but when her granddaughter started to write down our personal data for the booking, she became interested. She came closer and looked at our passports and what Giovanna was writing. I had a feeling there was going to be a problem.
She said something to Giovanna and the girl answered. They began to talk and their tones changed, Stefania's began to sound firm and stubborn, while Giovanna's seemed irritated and slightly resigned. Their exchange lasted about a minute. It looked like a toned-down version of the famously fierce Italian arguments.
"Is everything okay? I know it's late and we may look... unusual to your grandma, but we really need a room, just for the night. We're going back to Naples tomorrow. We can pay more if that helps," I said, and I was sure Iris could hardly keep from rolling her eyes. I wasn't so eager to pay more than we should, but I really didn't want to spend the night in a bus station or something like that.
Giovanna protested quickly, "No, no, no! It's not about your looks..." She hesitated and looked at her grandmother. The old woman had a dogged look on her face.
The girl turned back to me. She looked embarrassed. "My grandma... She is very religious and has a problem with you two not being married. We usually have older guests, pilgrims or families with children. I'm sorry, I know it's so stupid, but she's just old-fashioned and stubborn. She wants you to rent two rooms, but don't worry, I'll persuade her".
I almost burst out laughing but was wise enough not to. Iris made a sound that indicated a similar reaction. Of course, it was a ridiculous demand and how we lived was none of Stefania's business, but I had to admit that at least the granny had the balls to stand up for her beliefs. Even at the risk of losing potential customers. It was an almost admirable integrity.
I took a deep breath and lied, "We would prefer a single room, but listen, tell your grandma that we totally agree with her views and, in fact, we are engaged. We're getting married soon."
"Yes, we even booked the date at our church in Boston," Iris added hastily, keeping the perfect poker face. Immediately she understood her assignment. That's my girl!
Giovanna nodded and started talking to Stefania. The old woman's stern expression thawed, albeit slowly.
Obviously, what we said was a lie, but not entirely. Sure, we didn't share exactly the same orthodox views as this Italian lady, but... the truth was complicated.
I've been with Iris for seven years, we lived together, and we talked about marriage a couple of times. She said that she didn't care about all the formalities and stuff and that she just wanted to be with me. And I felt the same way. Not overly serious in general. Fear of commitment one could say. But that wasn't really the case, rather being used to a comfortable life.
Anyway... One time I pranked her and pretended to propose to her, you know, the classic joke with the fuss, getting down on one knee and then tying my shoe. I thought she would find it funny, but she didn't. At first Iris got really mad at me, although later she tried to play it cool. The only good thing that came out of my stupid joke was my realization that deep down Iris wanted it, even if she wouldn't admit it, even to herself. Apparently, my tough-as-nails girlfriend had a soft spot.
And here's the best part that Iris didn't know. I had planned to propose to her here, on our trip to Europe. Back in the States, I bought a really nice ring with a big diamond - a diamond ring for a girl with diamond-hard muscles.
And at first I thought about doing it in Portugal, after the contest, and then here in Italy, on our hike. But I just couldn't find the right moment... It may sound like looking for excuses for having cold feet, but I wanted to do it in a romantic way. The problem was that our relationship wasn't very much like that. Our energy together was fun, easygoing, and kinky. We had a lot in common and our sex life was incredible, but confessions of love and super-duper tender moments weren't our thing.
Still, I was determined to do it on our vacation. Maybe when we got back to Naples I would take Iris to a nice restaurant and propose.
Will see, I thought.
Giovanna turned to us again and shook me from my musings. Apparently the girl had the gift of gab, because her explanations seemed to work. Her grandmother visibly relaxed and even smiled.
"Okay, I'm really sorry. You'll have a single room. There are two separate beds, but you can put them together," she said, adding more quietly after a short pause, even though her grandma wouldn't understand. "She doesn't need to know."
Ah, so that's why Stefania agreed. I still found it hilarious, but of course I didn't comment on it. Giovanna took a key from the cupboard and showed us the way through the backyard. Her grandmother stayed in the house, probably wanting nothing to do with us.
It seemed that they wanted us to stay in the second building and that was more than fine for us. At least we would have some privacy. We needed it because I wanted to fuck Iris several times. My cock twitched at the mere thought of it. I couldn't wait till we were alone.
Giovanna opened the door and led us inside. The second house was dark and quiet, so I assumed we would be the only guests there. Perfect. We walked down the hall, first Giovanna, then Iris and me.
Iris's back was so wide that I could barely see the other girl. I loved the way her lats flared out at the sides, behind her backpack, and the way they contrasted with her narrow waist. The size difference between the two girls was shocking. Of course, I was used to the sight of Iris's massive body, but to see it in such a comparison was something else.
They were similar in height, maybe Iris had an inch advantage, but Govianna probably weighed only as much as one of Iris's legs. My girl could easily fold the Italian into a tiny human ravioli. I could sense in Giovanna's body language that she was aware of all this. She knew who the alpha female was.
Of course Iris wasn't a psycho and wouldn't hurt anyone just for fun, but my mind had a different opinion and quickly produced some visions of hot and steamy domination. Some wrestling holds, overhead lifts and stuff like that. I literally had to shake my head to get rid of these crazy thoughts.
"The bathroom is at the end of the corridor," Giovanna explained and added, pointing in the same direction, "next to it is the kitchen with a kettle and a fridge. You can use them, of course."
She opened another door and turned on the light. We entered a small room. It wasn't anything special, but Iris and I weren't those obnoxious fitness influencers who demand luxury at every turn. We could definitely spend a night in almost Spartan conditions. It wouldn't be the first time.
The interior consisted of two beds, a small dresser against the wall, a table, and two chairs. There was also a coat rack and a small mirror by the door. The room wasn't decorated except for a cheesy painting, but the few details and wooden beams on the ceiling gave the room a rustic vibe.
We put our backpacks on the floor near the door and looked around. Iris was standing next to Giovanna and I caught the Italian girl checking my girlfriend's chest. It looked like she didn't want to, but she couldn't resist. Well, who can blame her? Iris's full, massive pecs were a sight to behold.
My girl was the most hardcore version of a female bodybuilder, so she had never even considered getting implants. And I respected that madly! Despite the unspoken but palpable social pressure in the bodybuilding community, she never needed fake boobs to feel more feminine. She was the real woman, just a very muscular and strong one. The best kind of woman for me.
So Iris's chest was just epic, and even though she didn't have natural breasts, no one could say she was flat. Her pecs stood out from her chest. Thick, full slabs of rock-hard muscle with a deep crevice between them.
Giovanna's eyes were fixed on Iris's muscular chest and her cheeks were beet red. I could only guess what was going through the girl's mind, but my first guess was confusion. She didn't know if she liked it or not, or why her eyes wouldn't obey. What was certain was that she had never seen anything like my girlfriend's chest.
"Thank you, Giovanna," I said loudly and the Italian girl blinked rapidly and turned to me. She realized that I had caught her off guard. Her face blushed even more, if that was possible. It was both cute and funny.
"You're welcome. I hope this will be comfortable enough for you. I'll be in the building if you need anything, feel free to call," she replied, struggling to keep her composure. Then she left.
I closed the door behind her and turned to Iris. She smiled and untied her shoulder-length hair. Her huge biceps shot up into the air for a moment. I loved watching her muscles work during mundane activities like grooming her hair and so on.
We quickly rearranged the room and moved the beds. Even put together, they were still quite tight, but we had to make do.
"What a duo, huh?" I asked, moving closer to Iris.
"Yeah, grandma wanted to give us a hard time," Iris replied. She grabbed the belt of my pants and pulled me closer. Then she grinned broadly and said, "But my man saved the day by charming both her and her hottie granddaughter so we can sleep under the roof! Yay!"
If I didn't know her, I'd think she was jealous, but I knew she was just teasing. She just loved to do that.
"Sure! Did you see how Giovanna checked your chest? I bet she had a spontaneous lesbian episode!" I replied and we both laughed.
I grabbed Iris's hard buttocks and pulled her slightly against me. My hips began to hump against her, almost automatically. I wanted to take her right where she was. Long and hard. I leaned in to kiss her, but she pushed me away with a devilish smile.
"Not yet, you're too stinky, babe. Let's take a shower," Iris said, bending down to grab a towel and her cosmetics from her backpack.
I did the same and followed her into the bathroom. But there was an unpleasant surprise - the shower base was extremely small and there was only a curtain to cover it. There was no way we could fit in there together without destroying it and making a huge mess. Even to wash ourselves, let alone do anything else. Being big was not always a good thing. Anyway, huge shower stalls like the one we had in our apartment in Boston were pretty rare.
"Fuck, I was counting on some under-shower action," I sighed exaggeratedly, causing Iris to giggle.
"Patience, my stud," she replied, giving me a quick groin-honk. "I'll go first, get lost."
She grinned and began to undress. I watched her for a moment, waiting for a chance to spank her ass really hard, and went back to our room.
I plugged our phones into chargers, and with nothing interesting in perspective, I started doing harder alternate versions of pushups. Just to kill time and get the blood flowing. I loved feeling the workout pump. Then some squats and lunges, sit-ups and so on. I even considered doing some pull-ups on one of the support beams, but I was afraid my ass would be too heavy for that.
After about twenty minutes, Iris came back, covered only in a towel. She certainly took her time showering. Seeing her almost naked body took my breath away though. She worked me like no other woman. Actually, because of those seven years with Iris, I hardly remembered what it was like with other girls.
Iris noticed that I was more sweaty than before and that I was panting slightly, but she just raised an eyebrow with a gentle smile. From what I knew of her, she would also be working out when I was in the bath.
I grabbed my towel and shower gel and headed for the bathroom. Once there, I tried to squeeze behind the curtain. Washing in such a small space was quite a challenge, but it was what it was. I liked being huge. I washed most thoroughly my cock, which I hoped would be used many times during the night. It seemed to be in a permanent semi-hard state. I was horny as fuck. And I wanted Iris so badly.
I put on a pair of briefs and a tank top and went back to our room. And I was right! Just before I opened the door, I heard Iris grunting and panting. I walked in to find her hanging from the support beam, doing nice wide grip pull-ups. She was wearing tight spandex shorts and a sports bra. For a moment, I just admired her perfect technique, even though she was holding the bar almost entirely with her fingers. Muscles in her back shifted under her skin. And her sexy ass was flexed so hard it could deflect a bullet.
"Argh! Hundred ninety-nine... and two hundred," she grunted through clenched teeth. What a troll she was.
I chuckled and moved closer to her. I might be weird, but I found it exciting to watch Iris work out. Especially when I knew that the exercises she was doing or the weights she was lifting would kill 99 percent of the women in the world, or even a large percentage of the men. But my woman was strong and capable. I found that sexy, plain and simple.
She reacted the same way to my, let's call them, feats of strength. Whenever I broke my personal record, lifted really impressive weights, or just had an epic post-workout pump, Iris was as happy as if she had done it. And she would often whisper in my ear that watching me do it made her totally wet. This was our thing. We were muscle freaks.
I noticed that she was struggling and her inhumanly developed back muscles were shaking. So I put my hands under her magnificent ass and spotted her. She did another rep.
" C'mon, one more," I motivated her and lifted her slightly. It was a win-win situation for me. I got to hold her sexy ass and pump my biceps a little more. This was also our thing - using our bodies as weights and exercise equipment.
With my help, Iris did two more reps. Her arms were swollen and all the veins were popping out. She was about to jump off, but I slipped my right forearm between her legs and... grabbed her pussy. Classic and very effective move to impress a woman, trust me.
"Oh, you sneaky bastard," she moaned, leaning her back against me.
She was really heavy, but I supported her weight and put my left hand on her chiseled abdomen for better stabilization. Then I slowly lowered her to the floor and just as slowly removed my hand from between her legs. But I was going to be back between her legs very soon.
"Show me your pump," I said directly into her ear and kissed her neck.
Iris turned to me and quickly flexed her biceps with a proud smile. Her muscles were like granite boulders. I grabbed her left bicep with my right hand and with my left I pulled her neck and kissed her.
I squeezed her biceps hard, but no matter how hard I tried to clench my fingers, her arm was unyielding. She lowered her right hand and grabbed my bicep.
"Flex your arm," she purred.
I complied and tensed my bicep. Iris grabbed my arm with both hands and squeezed it as hard as she could. Then she leaned on my arm even more and tried to hang on to it. I countered her weight by flexing my core and straightening up. Then Iris sighed and kissed my bicep repeatedly.
"It's so huge, Maddox. I wish mine were that big," she said with a soft smile.
"Yours are already enormous, babe. And so hard!" I appreciated her in return.
Then I tried to hook my fingers on the brim of her shorts, but she pushed my hands away.
"Not so fast, we haven't finished yet!" Iris shouted with a devilish grin.
She grabbed my neck with both hands and suddenly jumped on top of me, wrapping her legs around my waist. I had to lean back so we wouldn't fall. Iris locked her feet behind my back. I put my hands under her hips to support her.
"Hold me," she instructed me, then tilted her upper body back.
She began to do sit-ups in this position, going down very slowly and crunching her marvelous abs hard on the way up. Her abdominal muscles alternated between stretching to the maximum and then fully contracting, and it looked amazing. Each cube of muscle was separated from the rest by a deep crevice. It wasn't a six-pack or washboard abs like many fitness chicks had. Iris's stomach was a freaking cobblestone wall!
I had my work cut out for me too. To hold Iris's heavy body in this position, I had to be immovable like a pillar. I clenched my abs, back, and glutes, then squatted a little and leaned back slightly to have better leverage. Iris's butt was right where I wanted it - on my growing bulge. My cock was straining against my briefs, but I remained patient. It was our unique foreplay.
Iris did lots of reps, easily over thirty or even forty, I didn't count. She could do this all day. I said, "Come on, get your reward," then put my lips out for a kiss.
She smiled and went all the way up one last time. I held her body close and we kissed hungrily. I loved that Iris's body was rock-hard all over except for a few soft spots like her lips, her tongue, or her tight, warm...
"Lift me, babe. Pump up these massive cannons!" Iris ordered, raising her hips slightly to allow me to adjust my grip on her buttocks.
I placed my hands symmetrically under her butt so that her weight was evenly distributed on my arms. Then I felt Iris loosen the grip of her thighs on my waist and her hands on my neck. What a devil! She didn't want me to have a leg up. I had to curl up with almost all of her weight. But I loved it! We always pushed each other to the limit.
Grunting hard, I started doing biceps curls with Iris's body. Fuck, that was quite a challenge, but no surprise since I was probably lifting about 185 or 190 pounds with my biceps, depending on how much percentage of her weight was her hands and feet. Every time I lifted her, I saw her beautiful stomach in front of my eyes. I kissed it from time to time. And every time I lowered her body, she almost sat on my cock, which was trying to tear my briefs.
I did a few reps, I didn't even know how many, and felt like my arms were going to fall off. But Iris didn't have enough.
"One more, baby, to make it a nice round ten," she encouraged me.
So I roared like an animal and pressed her up against me with all my strength. Then I pushed her body down and Iris stood up on the floor. She immediately motioned for me to flex my arms, which I did. My biceps felt heavy and swollen. Iris examined them in every possible way. I saw her eyes widen and her pupils dilate. She was in heat.
"I'm gonna fuck you so hard, Iris," I growled, pressing my body against her.
"Not yet, big boy! Now get down on the floor and do some push-ups!" Iris's smirk was the epitome of mischief.
"You're going to pay for this," I replied with a dark smile.
"We'll see about that! Better put that bossy energy into the workout, babe!" She laughed.
I got into a push-up position, but before I could start, I heard Iris giggling and she was sitting on my back, around my shoulder blades, with my head between her legs. And as if that wasn't enough, she positioned herself closer to my neck and even extended her legs forward so that I had to push her full weight up. Fuck, she was really digging a hole for herself. I wanted to pound her pussy so hard. But at the same time I loved her and the challenge she was giving me.
And fuck me, but it was hard! My personal record on the bench was 430 lbs and I could do a couple of reps with a 380 lbs barbell, but Iris's sexy ass seemed heavier. Or she made it that much harder by shifting the center of gravity right in the area of my head. Still, I would die before I quit, so I started doing those freaking pushups.
"Yeah, baby, full range of motion. Keep lifting your queen." Iris was both motivating and teasing me. Her tone was obnoxiously upbeat.
Normally I would laugh at what she was saying, but I could only concentrate on the breathing and the exercise.
"That's it Maddox, one more! One more!" She urged me to do the last one rep and then stood up.
I stood up, panting heavily and nearly ripped my tank top off. My pecs were red and swollen, so pumped that I couldn't see the floor when I looked down. The view was blocked by my fucking giant chest. I grabbed Iris's shoulders and pressed her against my torso. A moan escaped her mouth and she dug her fingers into my flesh.
"Fuck, babe!" she exclaimed.
I didn't say anything, just crossed my arms and flexed my chest. Iris tried to push her fingers in again, but to no avail. Then she sighed very erotically and looked at me with hooded eyes. She slowly raised her hand, clenched her fist, and slammed it down on my chest like a hammer. I flexed my muscles even harder. She hit my chest a few more times. Fuck, why did that excite me so much? Maybe it was because it made me feel invincible. Or maybe because Iris was looking at me with such admiration and insatiable lust.
"You're such a unit, Maddox. Damn, look at these monstrous pecs," she whispered huskily and began to massage my chest.
I grabbed her neck and pressed her face into my chest. Her hot kisses covered my skin, almost scorching it. My hand remained on her nape. Then Iris raised her head and I saw that she was already drunk with lust. She parted her lips, waiting for my kiss, and I leaned forward to stop just an inch from her face.
She looked surprised and I smiled predatorily. Then I started to press her down by the neck.
"Your turn for the pushups," I said, chuckling.
"Okay, no need to be brutal," Iris replied cheekily, also laughing. She was tough as nails, so it certainly wasn't brutal according to her books.
She got into position and I decided that she wouldn't have it easy either. I positioned myself on top of her and laid my chest on her upper back. Not all the way, of course, and I took some of the weight off of her with my hips and legs, because she probably wouldn't be able to lift all my weight the way I did with her. Or maybe she would, at least once? Iris was stronger than any woman I had ever met.
She didn't protest against my handicap, just grunted heavily and went down. Then she pushed up and exhaled sharply. She did the first four reps quite fluently, but then she began to struggle. Her arms shook violently.
"One more, Iris, fight for it! Show me you're worthy of taking my cock deep into your pussy," I teased her, wanting a little revenge. But that's the way it was between us. And we both loved it. Besides, my cock was actually pressing right into her butt crease, so she could feel that the reward was a tangible prospect.
And boy, did she get motivated. Slowly but surely, inch by inch, she pushed herself up. When she finally straightened her arms and locked her elbows in the starting position, I stood up and helped her to her feet.
Iris turned to me with a flushed face and beads of sweat on her forehead. But there was a broad, proud smile on her lips. She had every right to be proud.
"You're a freaking alien, Iris. There is no other woman in the world who could do this," I said honestly. She never stopped impressing me.
She didn't answer, still trying to catch her breath. Her pecs were pumped like crazy. They looked like pieces of plate armor made of muscle. I reached out and began to feel them in every possible way.
"Fuck, Iris, your chest is out of this world, baby," I muttered in shock.
"Oh yeah? I bet you wish I had a nice rack like Giovanna's. You could slam your massive cock between such nice big tits," she said with a mischievous grin.
I looked at her closely to see if Iris was teasing me as usual. And of course she was.
"I prefer female pecs like yours. I can slam my cock between them too. They're so big you could give a pec-job," I said, and to me it was one hundred percent true.
"Cap! Every guy likes tits," she scoffed, but seemed happy to hear my appreciation.
"I'm not every guy. Besides, no one has pecs like yours, not even guys. Your chest is fucking epic, Iris!" I replied, and for emphasis, I squeezed her pecs really hard. Her muscles barely bend under the force of my fingers. I pressed my hips against her so she could feel my rock-hard cock and know how she was working on me. Then I looked into her green eyes and teased her, "But you talk too much about Giovanna. What's going on? You're not jealous, are you?"
"Hah! What if I am? I saw her ogling you. And she is a hot piece of Italian booty, so..." Iris replied with a broad grin.
"She's too soft and fragile for me. I prefer hardcore, tough women, real women, not dainty girls," I whispered huskily, invading Iris's space with my body. She laid her hands on my neck. "Besides, I couldn't do to Giovanna what I'm about to do to you. I would damage her."
"Oh no! That sounds so threatening. What is it? What are your sinister plans with me?" Iris asked seductively, her eyes narrowing.
"This, for example," I said, bumping her chest quite hard with my own. Our muscles collided with a smacking sound.
Iris just laughed, so I quickly put my hands under her armpits and lifted her up, then pushed her against the wall. She managed to wrap her legs around me just before her back made a loud thud. It sounded like we'd broken something, but hopefully we hadn't. Iris made a surprised face, then laughed again.
"Careful, Hulk. You'll smash the building before you smash me!" Iris grinned cheekily, and it fired me up even more. She was one tough cookie, that was for sure.
And what I told her was true. I just couldn't be with regular girls anymore. They couldn't handle me. I like rough, energetic sex, and with my size, doing it with some soft, fragile chicks would send them to the hospital. And me to jail. I needed women built like Iris. I only needed her, to be honest. And she loved the same kind of sex.
We started kissing and I was in the middle of removing her bra when we heard a knock at the door. We froze with stupid smiles. I set Iris back down on the floor.
"Oops, we were too loud," I whispered.
"It must be Giovanna. Open the door, dork," Iris hissed quietly. Of course, she would be herself if she didn't make a theatrical panicked face. As if she cared.
I approached the door and reached for the handle, only then realizing that I had a naked torso, all pumped up and swollen, and that my one particular body part had been swollen, too, just seconds ago. It hadn't managed to get completely 'unswollen'. And even if it had... Well, I was wearing tight briefs and my dick was quite proportionate in size to the rest of my body. It wasn't the little bird in the big cage, if you know what I mean. A rather obscene bulge was inevitable.
Fuck it, let's see how Giovanna reacts, I decided, not without a wicked sense of humor.
I opened the door and it was Giovanna. At first the girl had a partly professional, partly shy smile. But she lost it the moment she looked at me. Let's just say that if maintaining eye contact with me was a matter of life and death, she would be dead in a split second. It was quite funny.
Giovanna's eyes were like those of those silly dolls that you can shake and their eyes spin around uncontrollably. Her eyes immediately leapt from my face to my chest, and I had to refrain from doing the pec dance. Then her eyes went to my abs and then lower, where they stayed far too long to be considered an accident. The hallway was dim, but I'd bet her face was as red as a brick. I could see that she forced herself to raise her eyes to the level of my face. Obviously, Giovanna had also forgotten why she had come to our room.
So I prompted her, "We were too loud, weren't we? Did we wake you up?"
She giggled nervously. "Yes... I mean, no! I wasn't asleep yet, but yeah, I heard a noise and figured you guys were still up."
"Sorry about that. We were working out and then tried to put the beds together, but I accidentally bumped the dresser with my thigh," I lied and Giovanna's eyes instantly went below my waist again. Apparently, she couldn't decide which thigh was the culprit, so she chose to look... between them.
I grinned amusedly and added, "I think we're a little too big for this room."
"Yes, you're big," she said with a dumbfounded look on her face, which quickly changed to a slightly frightened one when she looked to my side where Iris appeared. Giovanna chuckled nervously and quickly added, "You're both very big, hah!"
It seemed that Iris's presence at my side helped the Italian to compose herself. She kept her eyes up, at least most of the time. I found it hilarious. She also tried to give a reason for coming to our room, other than the fact that we were loud.
"I wanted to tell you that I checked the buses. I wrote it down for you," Giovanna said, holding out her hand with a piece of paper. Iris quickly took it.
The Italian girl added, "All the buses leave in the afternoon, so you can stay for breakfast if you like. We have our own eggs and bacon from the local market."
"Yes! We love bacon!" Iris exclaimed.
"Thank you, Giovanna. That's very nice of you," I said with a smile.
"No problem. Have a good night," the girl answered.
"You too," I replied and closed the door.
I turned to Iris only to see a mocking smirk on her beautiful face.
"Yes, you're big," she said, doing a funny but accurate impression of Giovanna's accent. Then she modulated her voice into a much deeper one and added, "Thank you, Giovanna, that's very nice of you. Now please show me your tight Italian pussy."
I burst out laughing and hugged her waist. Iris' sense of humor matched mine perfectly.
"Damn, I've never seen you so jealous, baby," I whispered and leaned down to kiss her neck.
She chuckled. "Well, when I see my boyfriend flashing his dick in front of another girl, how can I not be jealous?"
"I didn't flash her. Flashing, by definition, means showing naked private parts. And I was wearing briefs," I teased her.
"With the size of your dick, it makes no difference. She could see every little vein on that monster," Iris whispered in a husky voice. She began to stroke my cock through the fabric. "And she talked about eggs and bacon, but I can assure you, all she wanted to eat was American beef with an eggplant. A fucking huge eggplant."
"Hah, you have a wild imagination, I'll give you that," I muttered under my breath and kissed her full lips. Our tongues fought for a moment. Then I hooked my fingers into her sports bra and pulled it off.
Her hard chest bulged before my eyes. I slid my hand over her pecs and twisted her nipple. Iris moaned and slid her hand down my shorts to pull out my stiff cock. She pressed it against my stomach with her chiseled belly.
"You have no idea how wild, Maddox," she grinned like a devil. "When Giovanna was in the room with us, I had... a pretty hot vision. I grabbed her sexy body from behind and ripped her dress in half, exposing her nice big tits and soft curves right in front of you. You got hard in a second and flaunted our frightened but soaking wet Giovanna with your huge pipe. Then I grabbed her under her knees and lifted her up into the air. I folded her in half and held her in full Nelson! And then you pounded her tight virgin pussy while I held her in my arms!"
I laughed when I heard this, but I couldn't deny that it was a crazy and hot concept. We had never had a threesome and doubted we ever would, but Iris sometimes brought up such fantasy scenarios just to spice things up. Not just about threesomes, but other crazy stuff.
"Virgin? I doubt it. She's over twenty." I shook my head and continued to play with Iris's nipples. They were getting hard.
"You think her strict grandma let her have fun with boys? No way!" Iris grinned and started pulling on my cock with both hands.
"You talk too much," I replied, putting my hands on her shoulders and pushing her down. She understood and dropped to her knees. "You're a crazy chick, Iris."
"But that's why you love me so much," she whispered, blowing hot air into my cock. She grabbed my shaft and slowly moved her hand back and forth as she looked into my eyes. She smiled dominantly and said, "This giant eggplant is mine. Only mine!"
With that, Iris opened her mouth wide and her hot lips enveloped the head of my cock. I grunted loudly as she began to suck. And, boy, did she do it expertly. At first she went slow, her tongue teasing under the tip of the head. Her strong hand slid along my shaft in slow, sensual movements. With the second, she grabbed my ass and squeezed it hard.
But soon she picked up the pace and began to swallow most of my nine-inch cock down her throat. Iris was really good at deep-throating me. She had seven long years to master her craft and get rid of the gag reflex. Her throat was perfectly accustomed to my size.
She took my whole length a few times, then jerked me a bit, looking into my eyes with fierce possessiveness. Truth be told, I rarely saw that much of that. Maybe she was a little jealous of Giovanna? Or, more likely, she was in a frenzy of excitement over her own imaginary scenario. She channeled her inner lioness.
"I want you to fuck my face, Maddox. But I want you to cum on my chest," Iris said as matter-of-factly as if she were giving me instructions on how to do a certain exercise.
"With pleasure, babe!" I winked at her and grabbed the back of her head with my left hand.
Iris put her hands on my quads and massaged them. Her throat was opened for me and I began my favorite ride. Thrusting my hips forward, I filled her mouth and quickly penetrated her throat. She took me like a champ.
I had barely started when I knew I wouldn't last long. Iris was working me too damn well. I had a moment of absurd disappointment that I was about to cum and had to explain to my horny self that the night was still young. I wanted to fuck Iris at least a few times. I wanted to reciprocate the pleasure she was giving me and make her squirm on my cock.
Grunting and moaning like a fucking troglodyte, I kept shoving my cock deep into Iris's mouth. I noticed that she lowered her right hand, slipped it into her shorts, and began to touch herself. It took her only a moment, literally a minute or even less, to come, I could see the change in her eyes.
It never ceased to amaze me that she could come just by sucking me off. Despite seven years of being together, our desire had never faltered or become prosaic, habitual and forced. It was beautiful.
"Argh!" I roared, quickly pulling my dick out of her mouth.
"Give it to me Maddox, give me your big load!" Iris cried out.
She brought her arms together in a crab pose and flexed her big pectoral muscles, tilting her head back at the same time. She wanted me to shoot her chest, so I was going to grant her wish.
I aimed at the deep crevice between her pecs and it took me only a few strokes to explode with the first large wad. It was ejected with such force that it almost bounced off Iris's hard chest. I groaned loudly as she moaned in approval and puffed out her muscular chest even more. The sight was mind-blowing.
Two more big shots splashed over her tanned, smooth skin. Another two big spurts and I was finally spent. Iris quickly leaned over and put my cock in her mouth to suck me dry.
My throat produced crazy beastlike sounds and when Iris let go of my slightly sagging cock, I realized that we had undoubtedly behaved very loudly again. But I couldn't force myself to care. I had just had an amazing orgasm and my dick seemed unwilling to go completely soft.
Trying to catch my breath, I watched as Iris collected all of my load from her chest with her fingers and then brought it to her mouth. Grinning broadly, she cleaned herself thoroughly. What a sexy tease!
"Wow! That was something, babe," I said to her on my way to the bed. I dropped down hard and it made a cracking sound. But I didn't break it... I hoped.
For a moment Iris stayed in the middle of the room, motionless and not looking at me. But I watched her with pleasure, admiring her hard, strong body. Even in a relaxed state, every part of her was bulging with muscles. I know muscular women aren't everyone's cup of tea, but she was my cup of tea. Hell, Iris was the whole pitcher of that tea.
After a few seconds, she glanced at me, walked to the door, and... shut it. What the hell? I could swear I closed it after Giovanna left, but not with the key. Maybe it opened because of a draft? Or did it have a crappy lock? A shitty handle? Or did I really forget to close it?
Iris crouched next to our backpacks and took out boxes of food. She handed one to me with a soft smirk, but an overall hard-to-read expression. We started eating - chicken, rice and broccoli. Just bodybuilding things. But we had a pretty energetic workout.
"I swear, I thought I closed it," I said, pointing at the door with my chin. "Do you think Giovanna heard us?"
Iris looked at me and smiled knowingly and mischievously.
"Even better. She was watching us," she said lightly, as if this revelation wasn't a big deal at all.
"What?! You're shitting me, right?" I sat up and looked at Iris in complete surprise.
In my dizzy, blissful, post-orgasmic state of mind, I really didn't know what to think, but Iris seemed completely calm. Or even... a little excited about it? I think I also felt a strange, hard to describe thrill.
"No, I saw her. She was trying to be sneaky, but she forgot the mirror." Iris pointed at it.
"What the fuck?! That's crazy! Why didn't you tell me?" I asked, still shocked.
"What for? We were busy, haha!" Iris laughed, grabbed my semi-hard cock and jokingly wiggled it. Her touch magically made it less semi and more hard. She leaned over to me with her trademark sly smile. "I didn't want to interrupt our fun, babe. Besides, what would you do if I told you? Confront her? Invite her over? Nah, I decided to let her watch."
Iris arched her eyebrow and moved closer to me. Her muscles twitched beneath her skin. She sat down next to me, lifted her legs and began to remove her tight shorts. I gladly helped her, running my hand along her chiseled calves and large quads. God, I loved her body.
"I don't know why, but I found it very hot, to be honest," Iris said after a pause. Her voice had that sexy hoarseness that I loved so much. "Giovanna's eyes were round like saucers when she saw your huge cock fucking my face. I'm sure her naughty hand went right between her legs. She had a spectacular show, no doubt about it. And her little peeping turned me on so fucking much. Almost like that time on the beach, but not exactly. Do you remember?"
"'Yeah,'" I replied briefly.
I knew exactly what situation Iris had in mind. It was similar, but not quite, as she said. It was during our vacation in Florida, a couple of years ago. We spent a nice day at the beach, topped off with an epic fucking session in the dunes. I remember we picked a really secluded spot, but while I was pounding Iris from behind, she noticed a guy peeping on us. It was some weird skinny creep, jerking his tiny dick off to us having sex. But in this particular situation, Iris was turned on by what I was doing, not by an unexpected audience.
At the time, my instinctive reaction was to just get up and charge in the guy's direction. He ran off in a panic. Well, it must have been a terrifying sight for him to see a huge naked guy with a big dangling dick chasing him. Maybe he was afraid I was going to fuck him too, not just fuck him up. When I got back to Iris, she literally jumped on me with her pussy. She later said it was the most dominant and manly thing she had ever seen me do. She liked to recall what I did because it was a huge turn-on for her.
"So this time was different. I didn't mind Giovanna watching us because... she's hot! Beauty privilege, hah! Actually, I wanted her to. I wanted her to see the stud she would never have. Because you're all mine," Iris said firmly and began to play with my cock. Even though I had only cummed about a quarter of an hour ago, I was getting hard again.
"You're so crazy, Iris," I growled low and pulled her into a hasty, aggressive kiss. I almost devoured her lips. "But I liked that. I love your intensity, babe. And now I'm gonna fuck you so hard that the whole town will hear your screams. Especially Giovanna."
Iris moaned when she heard that. That sound made me hard as steel again. We got on our knees, facing each other. The beds protested our combined weight with a loud creak. I clenched my fist and nudged Iris's stomach. She raised her arms above her head and flexed her abs. Her abs shifted under her skin and protruded, creating an armor-like surface.
"Harder. I'm not made of glass," she purred with a delighted expression.
So I punched her harder, as she requested. My knuckles collided with her stomach with a dull thud. It was like hitting a brick wall. Iris moaned again.
I pulled her into another kiss, grabbed her buttocks and lifted her onto me. She wrapped her legs around my midsection. My cock nestled under her hot and wet pussy. It was pulsating. Or was it my cock that was throbbing like crazy? Probably both.
Having her in my arms worked on me like nothing else. She was an alpha female, so big and strong, yet I could dominate her in almost any way I wanted. She loved to fight back, or at least pretend to. The sexual part of our relationship was very ferocious. And we never had enough.
I lifted her as high as I could in this position and my cock rose as well, prodding her bottom. Iris reached under her buttocks and I felt her fingers guiding the tip to her entrance. When I felt her pussy open for me, I slowly lowered my arms and impaled her on my rigid member. I went deep, so fucking deep, into her velvety warm tunnel.
"Oh, fuck!" Iris yelped breathlessly, tilting her head back. I saw her arms tense and veins appear on her neck and shoulders.
Her hands were squeezing my neck. I lifted her by the butt again, then instructed her without words to pull her legs up so I could put my arms under her thighs. She did it quickly. Now I had her in total control. I lifted her again and abruptly slammed her down on my cock. Her ass slapped hard against my thighs. Her sudden scream broke the silence.
My biceps were on fire, as were my shoulders and lower back, but I didn't care. This was my favorite kind of workout. Lifting and fucking my girlfriend. I bounced Iris's heavy, hard body on my cock, thrusting vigorously into her each time.
"Fuck me, Maddox!" she roared.
"I was joking with those screams, you know?" I muttered, smiling darkly.
"Shut up and..." her voice suddenly broke as a roaring climax hit her.
She stopped breathing and closed her eyes. I held her still now, just thrusting my hips as fast as I could. Her inner muscles tried to push my cock out, but it couldn't stop me. Iris flexed her entire body, if that was even possible, and after a moment she exhaled like someone resurfacing from a deep dive.
Then I slammed her down on the bed and fell on top of her. Her legs were still up as I pressed her knees close to her chest. This allowed me to plunge deeper into her than before. Every move of my hips made her moan loudly. The headboard banged rhythmically against the wall and I swear I saw a piece of plaster fall off. I wanted to fuck Iris through that wall.
But she could take me, oh damn, she was the toughest woman I had ever known. Her eyes were fixed on my face, almost boring into it. She showed me that wild possessiveness again and I loved it. I loved her like crazy.
"Come here," I said and picked her up again. She was heavy but I was strong as fuck. My muscles weren't just for show.
We kissed and I moved to the edge of the bed.
"On your stomach," I said hastily, and Iris complied immediately.
Now I had her beautiful ass right in front of me. All muscled and yet big, round and shapely. Iris had a truly epic ass, she could hip thrust even bigger weights than me and it paid off. Her buttocks were firm and springy. And hard as marble. If she flexed them all the way, I wouldn't be able to stick my dick in her.
Impatiently, I propped myself up on her back and filled her in one fluid motion. She yelped but started to push her hips against me. That was typical of her. I loved that she was so active during sex, never just lying there and smelling nice.
My hips hit against Iris's butt with clapping sounds. If Giovanna was still in the building, she had to hear it. And she had to know what we were doing. But I didn't care, all I needed was Iris's tight pussy swallowing my cock like it was made for that purpose.
I was getting close, so I laid on Iris's back and wrapped my arms around her neck from behind like a rear naked choke. My forearm and bicep probably choked her for real, but she didn't protest. In fact, from what I knew of her, it might turn her on even more.
My chest pressed against her incredibly developed back. Fucking her in this position assured me that only Iris could take me like this. If it was a girl built like Giovanna, I would break her back.
"Oh baby, you're fucking me so good," Iris grunted through clenched teeth.
She was close to another orgasm. I wanted to give it to her before I exploded inside her. That was my only goal at the moment. So I sped up, fucking her so fast that the beds began to shift apart. Iris's upper body slipped off the bed, but she steadied herself with her arms outstretched.
As I felt Iris's inner walls close again, I gritted my teeth and picked up the pace even more. My cock was so swollen and filled with blood that it ached, desperate for release. But I wanted to give Iris undisturbed pleasure, so I held out. She deserved it. She deserved the best!
Only when I heard her labored breathing come back did I grunt like a boar and let it all go. Her engorged pussy milked my cock completely. For a moment I lay on top of Iris and she held our combined weight in her strong arms while my balls pumped everything they had deep inside her. It seemed to take forever. When had I been able to produce so much cum?
Finally, I rolled onto my side and sat up to help Iris back onto the bed. Her face was red and sweaty, but she had a bright, satisfied smile. I lay on my back and pulled her close to me. She snuggled up against my side and laid her head on my chest.
"I think we broke the bed... well, one of them," I said, chuckling softly.
"I doubt it. But even if we did, fuck it. It was worth it," Iris replied, kissing the side of my pecs.
"Tomorrow we can run away without paying," I joked and we both laughed.
The thing was, the exhaustion from the hike, getting lost and other stuff finally caught up with us. We decided to call it a day. Even though I wouldn't mind a quick number before going to sleep. But that could wait until tomorrow.
We covered ourselves with towels and went to the bathroom to clean up a bit, brush our teeth and so on. The building seemed very quiet and I wondered if it was possible that Giovanna could go back to the main house so she didn't have to listen to our activity.
When we got back to the room, we just put the beds back together and lay down. Then I felt really tired. I only managed to spoon Iris from behind and fell asleep.
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