Key Party: From Female Muscle: Stories of Strength & Sensuality

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Thought I'd drop one more short story from Female Muscle: Stories of Strength & Sensuality which is available on Amazon, You are not allowed to view links. Register or Login Smashwords, You are not allowed to view links. Register or Login and Apple Books (paperback is 398 pages). This story is meant to be sweet rather than wham bam thank you mam.  For a limited time, I'm still offering a free book coupon for people who give female muscle a review.  Here is the brief into to Key Party.
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"Holy shit it's big... beyond enormous" Peter breathed, marveling at the gargantuan mass of muscle arcing its way up from Julia's arm just in front of his face. He instinctively cupped his fingers around the awe-inspiring mound.

"Most women don't like to be called big" Julia purred.

"Oh, I'm sorry I meant..."

"Most women," she interrupted with a con!dent grin, "but in my case, tell me more."

"You're big and beautiful," he said, leaning in and nibbling the massive arm in front of him. As he explored with his lips, he could feel the dense, firm texture of her musculature. The contrast between her taut smooth skin and the power of the muscle highlighted by an intricate network of bulging veins set him off.

She grabbed his throbbing arousal. Shivers ran down Peter's spine and his breath caught in his throat. "Now what were you saying about being too tired for another round?"

Peter fluttered his eyes closed in ecstasy. Just three hours prior he never could have imagined the twists and turns of the evening and how it had brought him to this moment of intoxicating pleasure.

A low, involuntary moan escaped Peter's lips as he struggled to find the right words. "I... I was clearly mistaken," he managed with a husky whisper.

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Three Hours prior...
The leaves danced to the rhythm of a changing season that fateful autumn evening. Robert and his wife Lisa hardly noticed. They were hurriedly setting the table in preparation for their dinner party before their guests arrived. Their guests were a tight-knit group of couples that had become friends during their college days five years prior. Determined to carve out time in their busy post-college lives, they'd set up a monthly ritual of cozy Saturday evening dinners. The setting had shifted from the mundane dormitory meals of their college days to a suburban neighborhood
nestled among rustling trees and white picket fences. But their friendships hadn't waned.

More often than not, Robert and Lisa's had assumed hosting duties for their get togethers. They just loved hosting parties and the monthly get together were no exception. Robert was a portly, jovial man more akin to a walking jukebox fueled by an obsession with classic rock than a cook. Thankfully, his wife, Lisa's claim to fame was her culinary prowess. She was a petite woman with wide almond-shaped eyes, long black hair, and an infectious laugh. Their large family room had become the meeting place. It was an ode to music with concert photos and vinyl records all stationed thematically along the walls.

The first guests to arrive were Peter and Maria. The two of them were the most fashion-conscious couple and into the most recent trends. Peter, clothed in denim from head to toe, exuded athleticism
even in repose. His well-maintained mustache seemed perpetually poised for a smirk. Peter's playful spirit fueled his and Robert's monthly music battles. This month's topic was the new AdamAnt
video on MTV which Peter declared, "Totally tubular."

"You sound like one of the kids," Robert responded, laughing.

"This new synth crap will never take hold. It's no better than that rotten disco phase."

Maria swept her cascading blonde curls from her eyes and defended her husband. She chuckled, "Robert, you're so stuck in the '70s! Long guitar rifts are out. MTV is the future!"

"Well, technically we're still in the 70s decade as it ends in 1981. That's all because the Gregorian calendar started with the year 1," an older gentleman with a prominent bald spot, glasses, and a distinguished pipe in his hand explained.

"Not the point of the conversation, Charles," Robert said looking back at the third couple, Charles and Julia, on the front porch behind them. Charles was a reserved man, older than the rest of them and infamous for his affinity for numbers. He had been Julia's math teacher in college, and she fell in love with his intellect and humor. After college, as soon as they deemed it ethical, they had married.

"Yeah, don't argue with Charlie when it comes to numbers," Julia giggled.

While Charles was nearly a generation older and more academic than the rest of the group, his wisdom and humor allowed him to !t in. Julia rather than her husband was the true wild card of the group. She had arrived in college on a weightlifting scholarship at the start of the Title IX generation and excelled. She competed in the 1976 Olympic games but afterward, she had retired and transitioned into bodybuilding before it became popular. Julia was no Jane Fonda wanna-be, nor did she maintain a lithe physique like the Olympia champion, Rachel Mclish. Julia towered over her husband in both height and weight and possessed an aura of quiet confidence.

Despite the fact that everyone knew she was an Olympic athlete and that she was exceedingly strong there was little evidence to back it up. It was as she didn't want to encourage conversations about her physique. She never volunteered to move tables or anything that might demonstrate her strength. The outfits that she wore were also very conservative and never hinted at what might lay beneath.

The two of them were the odd couple. He was reserved while she was outspoken. He was the prototypical wiry, smoking professor, while she was an outgoing, young, athletic woman. The contrast
between their personalities and appearances added a unique dynamic to the group.

Nearly every time Julia arrived, ever since she quit powerlifting, it seemed that she had gained weight. The group members were too polite to comment and most of them thought she was just getting flabby as she aged. They understood that she was strong, but until this scorching autumn evening, none of them understood what hid beneath her baggy clothes. Tonight was different. Tonight, she wore a sundress that shattered the misconceptions about her appearance. The dress unveiled the years of dedication she had invested in sculpting her body which had only increased in size since her competitive days ended.

Julia's muscularity was evident in every way. The way the fabric traced down her arms, revealing the sinewy definition of biceps and triceps. The way the dress hugged her chest and outlined the series of jagged lines of her pectorals. The lines only disappeared when they arced beneath the array of flowers that made up the dress. And perhaps most prominently, the way her V-taper was accentuated by cinching at her waist before gently flaring out. Her tiny waist, coupled with the pronounced width of her shoulders created a striking hourglass silhouette.

Other than Charles, each of them was visibly caught o! guard. For a second, the entryway went silent. Nobody spoke of the elephant in the room. Soon enough the shock wore o! and the
conversation picked up again, but Peter remained trans"xed. The display of bulging muscle in front of him seemed to take over his entire being. A gasp escaped his lips as he took in the immensity
of her.

His heart beat faster, breath came in tiny puffs, and the room seemed to swirl around him. All because of Julia's beauty. Every movement accentuated her strength and size. His mind tried to grasp
the raw power her limbs contained. Never had he seen such a creature, and he felt an electrifying connection. Each subtle flex of her muscles left him utterly enchanted.

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This is going to be another awesome story, by the looks of it. I'll purchase  the new book as soon as I can.

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Key Party is the first story in Female Muscle: Stories of Strength & Sensuality which is out now on Smashwords and Amazon You are not allowed to view links. Register or Login Here is the copy cover: Dive into the intoxicating tales of women who command desire with every flex of their powerful muscles. From steamy love stories to saucy dominatrixes, each story within this anthology explores the magnetic allure of these extraordinary women. Female Muscle revels in the fusion of strength and femininity and celebrates the raw sensuality that radiates from every curve and contour. Immerse yourself in a world where muscularity becomes an exquisite expression of passion and desire takes center stage. Due to popular demand though, I edited Female Muscle an included it in the anthology. Here is another part for those of you reading it here.
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Lisa finally found a way to start the ball rolling and change the silent topic. "Hey Julia, your hair is getting really long. It's beautiful. Are you going to grow it out? I've always wanted curly hair."

Julia's hand brushed through her long auburn hair causing her shoulders to flare and biceps to bulge. If she hadn't spoken the group might have returned to the state of paralysis from before. "Curly hair is so hard. I've always wanted straight hair like yours, Linda."

Soon enough the proceedings seemed to return to normal. The aroma of Lisa's carefully crafted dishes filled the air and mingled with the laughter and shared memories. The living room illuminated by the warm glow of string lights provided a backdrop for a journey back into their college days together.

After dinner, they retreated to the family room flush with martinis and sat on a vintage couch. The more he drank, the more Peter found himself taking in Julia's powerful silhouette. Her face lit up as she laughed, and her well-defined abdominal muscles were so pronounced that time and again they peeked through the fabric. Every aspect of her body spoke of hidden power. Peter's imagination ran wild.

In his thoughts, Peter grappled with conflicting emotions. He was having fun but somehow, he found himself ever more engulfed with powerful urges toward his friend's wife that left him feeling ashamed. Thou shalt not covet thy neighbor's wife, he could hear the preacher from his childhood say in his head. He felt a subtle embarrassment for finding Julia so mesmerizing, yet her allure was undeniable – more so with each sip of alcohol.

As the evening progressed, the friends indulged in animated conversations, sharing anecdotes of the past and dreams of the future. The ambiance, infused with nostalgia and camaraderie, set the stage for a memorable night.

"Another round," Lisa called out.

"Oh, my God. I think I've had too many already," Maria protested. "I don't think we'll be able to drive home if either of us have another one."

"Then don't," Lisa said, pulling out a bowl. "We bought this house to get ready for kids and we have two extra bedrooms. Keys in here," she demanded with playful insistence.

Charles protested a bit, but Julia chided him. "It sounds good to me. You'll still be able to get home and read your Sunday paper tomorrow. Quit being so boring. Live a little for a change," she chuckled.

"It means we can drink more."

"So," he replied, "I'm boring?"

"A little," she admitted, "but in a good way."

"Fight, fight, fight," Robert chanted humorously.

"Oh, shush Robert," Lisa said, slapping his hand.

Charles and Julia clearly weren't done though. "Fine then, let's just up the annie a little and make it a key party," Charles responded.

"You've never played poker either. It's called an an–te" she sounded out. "And very funny."

"I'm serious, if I'm so boring, then why am I game and you're not?"

Peter, who was finally able to drag his eyes from Julia's physique gulped. Somehow, he heard himself squeaking, "I'm game," as he looked at Maria to gauge her opinion.

The swirling look in her eyes suggested she was way past drunk already. Will this sober her up? He wondered.

"Fine with me," she blurted out, pulling the keys from her purse and dropping them in the bowl.

"I say we experiment now. In a year or two we're all gonna have kids and our lots will be cast. While we're still young, we should experiment. When we're parents, we're not gonna be able to do fun things like this."

"But might this a!ect our friendship," Lisa fretted. "It's not worth it if we lose each other after this. It's gotta be awkward."

"What happens in the room tonight stays with your partner of the night, no judgments, no jealousy. Do we all agree?" Charles asked.

Julia opened her mouth to protest but her mouth closed again without a sound. She nodded and everyone else followed. Charles held his hand out between them, and everyone clasped theirs together in a symbol of solidarity, like the three musketeers of old.

Julia's calloused hand fell on top of Peter's, and it felt like shock waves echoed in his body. Charles muttered an oath, and everyone echoed his words. "We promise never to allow this to affect our friendship, nor talk about it, even among our spouses."

The rest of them put their keys in the bowl and then the women closed their eyes and drew their partners. Peter felt the breath whoosh from his lungs as he reached into the jar silently begging for Julia.

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Another piece from Key Party which is the first short story in the archive, Female Muscle: Stories of Strength & Sensuality available on Amazon You are not allowed to view links. Register or Login Smashwords and Apple Books.

When Julia pulled out his VW Rabbit keys, he silently thanked God but did his best to keep his face emotionless. His eyes flicked silently to Julia and then back to Maria to search for final approval. Both of them remained stoic until everyone had drawn.

It was awkward for a few minutes as everyone sat, their gazes fixed on their partner for the night and their husbands and wives. Eventually, Charles started the proceedings by taking Lisa's hand and walking towards their bedroom. The rest of them watched silently. Robert and Maria were next leaving Peter and Julia on the couch.

Finally, Julia broke the awkward silence. "Maybe we should get some snacks or something since we're gonna be in there all night," she suggested with a nervous chuckle.

Peter found himself mute watching her athletic body flit about the kitchen. He was frozen like a statue and his manhood felt like it was arrested at full staff as well. Finally, he mustered some words. "That sounds like a good idea."

Julia opened the refrigerator door and nibbled on some chicken, as she grabbed some crackers and cheese. "Come on," she laughed. "I don't bite."

Peter stood up and faced away from her so he could hide his raging hard-on before following her back to the remaining bedroom. 

When the door closed the silence around grew loud once more. Finally, Peter punctuated the silence. "Well, this is awkward."

"I understand that" Julia responded, "but it doesn't have to be. We all agreed to do this so nothing's wrong."

"True," he responded, "but it's still awkward, isn't it?" He laughed.

"Yeah, but there has to be some way to make it less so. Do you have any ideas?"

"Well, maybe we could talk for a while, before deciding if we want to go through with it," she suggested, sitting on the bed and tapping the mattress next to her in invitation.

Peter took a deep breath. "Do you not want to go through with it?" His eyes traced her bloated biceps, landing on the deep blue vein that graced its peak, begging for the right answer even though it frightened him.

"I'm fine to do it – have sex with you," she said, "but if you're scared, it's..."

"I'm not scared, maybe a little nervous. It's just, um, getting started."

"Oh, you're nervous, so you might have trouble getting it up with a different woman and all," she rationalized, standing up and moving over to him in a matter-of-fact fashion, "Charles has trouble with that sometimes. I have my ways," she said, unzipping his jeans, "Well, hello, looks like that's not the problem."

Peter's cheeks flushed pink.

"I was just going to say maybe we could talk about how we can get started," he chuckled nervously.

"Oh," she responded, her cheeks heating a shade darker as well. "What do you mean?"

"I mean, I want you to feel comfortable doing it," he snorted, "the idea sounds so funny, but maybe you can tell me how you normally do it, so it's not too weird."

Julia's fingers stroked Peter's manhood; a bit gingerly at first but soon growing more possessive. Peter's breath caught in his throat. "I'm not sure if I want to do it how I normally do it. Usually, when Charles can get it up, he comes really quick and then he helps me as I touch myself."

Too Much Information.

"This should be different, don't you think?" Julia finished.

"Whatever makes you comfortable," Peter said hurriedly, drawing away from her a bit, fearing that he, like Charles apparently, might come too quickly if she persisted with her rhythmic stroking that was setting him afire.

"Oh, I don't like it comfortable," she said, slipping into a sultrier cadence. "I think I'd like it a little rough like I dream about, not like I get. What about you? How do you normally do it– and how do you want to do it," she said, turning her back to him and urging him to unzip her dress.

"It's right here," she said, reaching over her head and showing him the zipper. Her biceps swelled with the motion and Peter had to fight to avoid reaching down to grab his hardness. He sighed silently and looked at the zipper of her dress that dared him to explore. As he began pulling it down, with a seductive sway of her hips, she swayed back and forth making the unveiling more sensual and prolonged. The fabric slid down her shoulders, revealing the muscular swells of her upper back. Her great lat muscles unfurled with a sensual, slow stretch, adding to the mesmerizing visual.

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Happy 4th of July fellas. Here is another piece from Key Party which is the first short story in the archive, Female Muscle: Stories of Strength & Sensuality available on Amazon You are not allowed to view links. Register or Login Smashwords and Apple Books. Again, if you review the book on Amazon I'll send you a coupon for another book for free.
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Finally, when he made it over her wide hips the dress slipped to the floor in a heap. His eyes traced the contours of her perfectly round, bare bottom, which glistened enticingly in the faint light.  The well-defined glute muscles tapered down into almost disturbingly thick, striated leg biceps. Peter marveled at the living masterpiece before him. Unable to contain his admiration any longer, Peter dropped his jaw, his voice barely a whisper as he uttered, "You're perfect."

"Thank you," she said, turning gracefully. Her huge pectorals were accentuated by a push-up bra that only enhanced her chiseled definition. Julia's chiseled abs, like an intricate mosaic, also drew his gaze. Each abdominal muscle was sharply defined, and her tiny bikini briefs hugged her hips, revealing the sinewy lines of her obliques and an Adonis Belt that pointed to her hidden sex below.

Julia took a step closer, her fingers gently tracing patterns on his chest. "Your turn– to take off your clothes and to tell me how you like to proceed. We'll take it slow, Peter," she suggested, her voice a soothing melody, "we have all night."

Peter gulped, "Well, I usually," he paused for a moment trying to avoid words that might betray the monotony of sex with his wife, "am on top," he finished without any detail, "but I've kind of always wanted to be behind."

"So, you like a good backside," she said in full seduction mode, twirling to give him another taste. "That sounds nice, let's get started, then." She pulled aside the sheets and shimmied out of her panties, undid her bra, and slid beneath the sheets.

"That doesn't look slow," he chuckled.

"True," she said looking back over her colossal shoulder "but you're quite thick and I think you'll fill me up nicely. I'm having a bit of trouble waiting. You don't mind, do you?"
He grinned, "Not in the least."

As Peter joined her beneath the sheets, the atmosphere shifted. Julia's presence radiated a confidence that enveloped him, making him feel desired in a way he hadn't experienced in years.

Julia guided Peter into a new territory of exploration. As he stood behind her, the sensation of her muscles beneath his fingertips sent shivers down his spine. His hands tentatively explored the terrain of her back, tracing the muscular swells and valleys. She rolled and flexed the muscles to invite his touch and he followed her guidance appreciatively. Peter felt a surge of intimacy as Julia's body responded to his touch.

As his hands moved lower, he marveled at the defined curves of her glutes, and the tautness of her leg muscles. But, when his manhood pressed against her, Julia's desires grew too. He heard her sharp inhale and her back arched invitingly. Then she reached back, captured his hand, and pulled it beneath her until it rested upon her firm pectorals. The huge, well-defined orbs of strength responded to his touch immediately.

Delicately he tickled the pink buttons at the tip of her breasts marveling at the sheaths of muscle beneath.

She groaned, "Harder!"

"What happened to 'go slow, we have all night?'"

"I feel your fluid," she sassed. "I've seen the way you want me. I want it too – all night Peter. When it's my turn you'll find it a bit different but you're in the cockpit for now flyboy. It's time to ride me."

"Yes, ma'am," Peter felt the pre-seminal fluid press against her soft skin and the hardness of her body. His fingers found her nipples, eliciting a guttural moan from deep within her. Twisting and pinching the nubs, he taunted her with an extra edge of pain that coaxed her pleasure higher.

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Looks like this one isn't landing well but I'll put one more part here for those of you following along. Again, this is from Female Muscle: Stories of Strength & Sensuality now available on Amazon, You are not allowed to view links. Register or Login  Smashwords, and Apple Books. Give it a review and I'll give you a novella for free.
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He could sense her wanting. It grew more evident by the minute as her sweat-slickened skin and body shook with need. But he still wanted to explore the glory of her muscularity. His other hand lightly traced across her taut round shoulders, along the hard contours of her lats, and down the valley of her side, before resting atop those small and inviting hips. Her leg muscles flowed like sculpted marble, each contraction a ripple of controlled power.

Finally, his hand moved between her powerful thighs. She parted them willingly, coaxing his touch. Wet and willing his fingers slid against her chunky triangle of pink loveliness and found that her sweet little nub had popped from beneath its hood. Peter's fingers caressed her delicate folds. Tracing the contours of her intimate space with one hand and teasingly twisting her nipples with the other, Julia's moans intensified. Her body responded with a primal urgency. It was as if he was summoning a storm that might overwhelm him, but he couldn't stop stirring the tempest.

"God, I need your big cock now," she begged.

"Slow," he chided.

"Say slow one more time," she warned, but he sensed a note of humor in her voice.

He felt the power beneath Julia's muscular exterior. Hard swaths of dense musculature resonated through every inch of her body. As he penetrated her juicy interior, he felt her coiled strength responding to his hardness. He drew back and sank his rock-hard cock into her moist, warm space but still her tightness seemed to resist him. The walls of her pussy seemed as robust as the rest of her.

"Deeper," she begged. "I saw how big you are."

With a determined thrust, he sank further into her tight, warm core.

Hot and slow he filled her pushing hard against the power of her glutes until she repositioned him beneath her wall of hard flesh. Withdrawing, and thrusting deep within her, he stirred her desire to a white-hot heat. His hips rocked and glutes tightened and finally, he found a rhythm. His hot breath rushed against her ear. Soon enough her panting breaths echoed his own. His touch stirred her need.

Spreading wider she encouraged a faster pace with deeper strokes. He was happy to oblige.

"More, Peter, don't hold back," she urged. Julia's moans echoed through the room as her body arched into him. It was as if she had a voracious hunger – an absolute plea for abandon.
He thrust hard but was simply unable to penetrate her firm tightness as deep as she wanted. She reached back and forcefully pulled him all the way inside her. Both of them moaned as she controlled a rhythm that brought both of them to the edge.

Julia's body arched in the final crescendo. A shudder ran through her, followed by an even more powerful one. Peter too surrendered to the waves of pleasure that surged between them.

They lay for a while silently until Peter sighed, "Is it weird if I say that was really good?"

He could sense her smile before he saw it when she turned to face him. "No, it was really good and when you catch your breath, I'm ready for my turn on top – literally and figuratively."

Peter snorted.

Narrowing her eyes, there was no hint of humor in her voice when she retorted, "It's not going to be funny, mister. Get your energy up because you're going to need it."

Peter looked at the masterpiece in front of him. Every part of her was like a work of art. "Yes, ma'am."

She grinned.

She nibbled on her index finger and looked at him.

"What?" he asked, suddenly feeling vulnerable.

"I made a good choice tonight," she grinned.

"Guess I was lucky too. The price of getting picked by you is that I'm going to be exhausted in the morning though."

"That is true, but there was no luck involved." Peter's eyebrows rose and Julia giggled in response. "I cheated. I looked."

Peter's chin dropped.

"Am I bad?" she grinned.

"Let's just say I'm glad you cheated. From the moment you showed up tonight I was a bit dumbfounded by your beauty."

"Aww," she said, nuzzling him. "Is it wrong if I say I noticed?"

"No. I guess it would have been hard not to. Do you think Maria noticed?"

"I tried to get a read on her, but I don't think so. Most people find it gross anyway."

Peter went silent for a moment and then gulped when he realized she was fishing for a compliment. "Well, obviously I don't. I just don't think I've ever seen a muscular woman before."

"We don't exactly grow on trees," she grinned.

Peter laughed but knew she needed to hear more. He sighed deeply. "No, and that's probably why people are a bit startled when they see you. And if that's why you normally wear such, uh..."

"Unflattering..."

"Concealing," he redirected. "Then I apologize on behalf of the male species because Julia, the way you move, the way you look, it's just... amazing. It's as if your form could only exist in the realm of dreams."

"I didn't take you for a poet," she laughed, causing her abdominals to tense in a sultry fashion. For a second, he couldn't help but stare. Everything about her was extraordinary. The way her shoulders flared when she shifted. The way her pecs rocked, and chest jiggled at her command. Peter was enthralled and it didn't take long for Peter's cock to become painfully stiff once more. Gone were the inhibitions about the woman in front of him being his friend's wife. She was perfection in motion, and he was along for the ride.

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"Thank you," she said, nodding her head in appreciation and inviting his touch once more. He stroked her hard form in exploration, prodding, squeezing, loving her form. For a time, she watched his childlike awe as he explored her muscular contours. Goosebumps skidded across her from head to toe as he explored the expanse that was her. Ever so gently he ran his hand across her arm before sensually caressing her mountainous biceps with his fingertips. She watched him as he surveyed her in awe until his gaze settled on hers. She bit her lip, wondering what he was thinking beneath his cobalt-blue eyes.

"We aren't saying anything about this right?"

"Nothing," she confirmed.

"Then just let me say you're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen."

"Thank you," she responded, her cheeks heating pink. Her curious fingers engaged him as well, wrapping around his forearm and squeezing gently as they spoke as if testing his strength. "Not bad."

"But not as strong as you."

"No, you're right. Not as strong as me, but I think you like that too, don't you?" she asked, arching her eyebrow upward.

"Yes," he gulped, his eyes turning downward.

She put her hand under his chin and lifted it until he looked into her eyes once more. He stared into the sea of emerald before him and saw from her dilated pupils that she was again aroused. "I'm stronger than most men. There's no reason to be embarrassed."

He nodded.

"Good and know that I chose you because you're far hotter than Robert," she snorted.

He laughed. "Low bar I think, unless you're into the '70s hippie look."

"No, I'm into you. But I have a question for you. Are you man enough to let me take control of you – completely – while I have sex with you?"

She tightened her pecs and performed a little dance as if she were counting off the seconds until his response. His eyes narrowed on her breasts as if on cue and his mouth fell open. She reached up and shut his mouth with a laugh.

"Yes, or no?"

"Yes, God yes, however you want it. We agreed, right?"

"Right," she grinned evilly, reaching down and languidly stroking his cock. Her grip was perfect and there was no urgency to her pace, but there was surprise behind her eyes. "I see you're already ready for round two. Good boy."

Their lips met, parted, and tongues tickled one another lightly, then more passionately. Julia pulled herself atop him, skillfully maneuvering his legs around her, rendering him virtually paralyzed before her might. She hovered over his hard staff, squeezing him on the threshold of pain and pleasure. "Are you sure?" she asked once more, droplets of desire falling on him. Using the tip of his shaft, she delicately parted her lips before dabbing at the hard nub at the top. Her eyes fluttered closed in a brief loss of control. It only served to intensify his arousal.

"Oh, God yes," he huffed. Slowly, she descended upon him, rocking back and forth with a deliberate pace that teased and tormented. Julia's emerald eyes held a wicked glint as he struggled beneath her, attempting to join in the rhythm but finding himself impotent against her strength.

Peter wasn't used to being on the receiving end of the proceedings and instinct took over. He reached up and pinched the erect nipple of her right breast. At first, it was in exploration, feeling the contrast between the hard cherry and the firm pectorals that lay beneath. Soon enough, his arousal demanded more as he twisted the aroused eraser even harder as Julia thrashed about on the bed.

He fondled her nipples in rapturous ecstasy until her eyes rolled as her toes curled. As quickly as his foray started though, it ended as she grabbed his arms and thrust them back over his head.

"I'm in control," she said, slowing the thrusts to a crawl until he whimpered beneath her.

"Whatever you want," he said, eliciting a smile and then the sweep of her tongue across her lips. She started again rougher than before. Each of her surges were more intense than the last. She commanded the proceedings like a ship's captain. He was powerless to resist her.

Soon enough Peter's initial hesitation transformed into abject surrender before her might. His moans harmonized with her athletic grunts as her glutes reared back and fired against his pole again and again. Each time he built toward his climax she backed off with maddening restraint.

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As controlled as she seemed, Julia's face expressed the rapture she felt. As his hardness pierced her again and again, shivers of desire cascaded through her body. Her teeth quivered with the need to go harder and faster, but she squeezed her eyes shut and concentrated on the slow shut and concentrated on the deliberate pace, savoring every sensation. She pulled her legs wider, allowing him in deeper, until it seemed that he was ramming against her very soul– but then pulled away once more, reveling in the sounds of his disappointed groans.

Each time she backed off, Peter's desperation deepened. He found himself alternatively exhaling in relief and whimpering in need as she drove against him. Never had he been more turned on and powerless. He savored her muscular walls and the way she pumped his swollen cock deep within her, but the ebb and flow of his desire was solely controlled by Julia.

"Please let me touch you," he begged, fighting against her power.

"Beg," she sassed, silently wanting his touch.

"Oh God, Julia please." She laughed as she released him and his hands immediately started tracing the curves of her body as she ground against him.

Hardness.

Muscle.

Power.

It was too much. She was everything he had never known he desired – a beautiful goddess. Her walls tightened and pulsed around him.
Just when Peter thought he could take no more, Julia shifted her strategy. With a sudden surge of intensity, she abandoned the measured pace and allowed their connection to reach its climax. The urgency rose as she pounded against him with an increasingly feverish pitch. The bed shook violently, and the headboard cracked against the wall. For a brief second, he wondered what the others were thinking as they heard the crashes but just as quickly the thought was pushed aside by the electric arousal that radiated through him.

The power of Julia's movements intensified each thrust driving home with a force that left Peter gasping for breath. Her muscles rippled with each powerful thrust. As Julia guided them towards the peak, the room seemed to blur.

He looked at her body, swimming in sweat, thrusting and bobbing, flexing and tightening, and saw only perfection. The sculpted curves of her arms and shoulders, the bulging power of her glutes, and the sinewy definition of her thighs were all too much. Julia's nude frame was not just that of an angel, but a living sculpture imbued with raw power.

"I love..." he shouted out before stopping cold.

There was one final, thunderous collision, and then Julia eased off. A watershed of pleasure cascaded across Peter leaving him breathless and spent. Julia too cried out with her own surge of ecstasy. Her emerald eyes gleamed and her body quivered as if spasming as numerous small orgasms crashed across her after the furious first one. Peter watched her muscular form quiver in awe. She was the apex of what he had never known he loved: an irresistible combination of strength, size, and vulnerability. As the waves of arousal slowly subsided, Julia eased off, allowing Peter a moment to catch his breath.

Time seemed to stand still as they lay side by side. Their arms lay atop one another and Peter flexed his biceps until it nearly hid hers beneath. "Oh, you think you're a big boy," she chuckled before flexing her own.  It swelled like a mountain of granite. His paled in comparison. It was as it should be, he realized. Even after two rounds he felt stirrings in his nethers.

"No, i think you're big and beautiful. But, about what I said..."

"You're forgiven. What we say during lovemaking is written in invisible ink."

"Okay," he whispered half-heartedly before a silence descended upon them once again.

"At this point, I think it's lust, not love anyway and I appreciate that." Julia pushed up against him, and her lips met his with a warmth that felt both familiar and new. She felt herself melting. When she drew away, he pulled her back, capturing her lips in another sweet embrace. She loved Charles but this was different, this felt right. I need to have him again. She pushed the thought aside almost as soon as she had it. You're being selfish. Stop it. Enjoy the rest of the evening and then happily return to the man you love.

Peter, too, grappled with conflicting emotions. "You're right," he responded, "but it's pretty serious lust." She grinned and nuzzled him again. The thought of him going back in the morning to the comfortable and the familiar seemed out of sorts with what he just experienced. He loved his wife but the experience with Julia was an electrifying revelation, awakening desires he never knew existed. Their kisses were no longer an exhilarating frenzy, a blind rush, but something more sensitive and loving. It was confusing.

In the quiet moments that followed, Julia broke the silence. "That was really good, Peter. I mean really good, right?"

"You won't say anything right," he asked cocking his head to peer into her eyes and twisting a lock of her hair with his finger.

"No, we've already established that," she sighed.

Even in the way her body moved with her sigh, he drank her in. Julia's every movement captivated his senses. "You're the best ever. I've never been so turned on."

She was silent for a time until finally responding. "Probably for me as well. We've opened a door tonight, Peter. The question is, do we walk through it or close it behind us?"

Peter sighed. "I know what I want but I just don't know."

[QBikk]

I did get the book, it's a nice one. I wrote a review on it, if you are interested her's what I think about it:

"The Greyes released with this anthology, their most diverse stories collection about the female muscle genre to date.

A plethora of different story plots are included in this new anthology. Some are tried and true while others are a bit different. On one end you have the more typical stories like the neglected wife breaking free, lifelong friends supporting each other's (with a muscle catch!) and getting together, a session description, and stories related to FMG and female scientists. Other stories are less known or approached by authors of such genre, like getting your wish and getting to know yourself thanks to a magical artifact, discovering female muscle as your kink during a key party with friends, or the Victorian women coming of age against society expectations (with her muscles).

As usual, the writing is very strong and the ideas surrounding the stories are well woven. The description and detail brought for the writing are excellent. A few stories highlights from my point of view, 'Ugly Duckling' written by Jayne is a beautiful description. The 'Vaudeville Girl' is a great tale defined in another age, the description of the characters is excellent and immersive. Finally, 'Football' game is a nice story, the youths' fantasy, brought to life with a great context.

The book will entertain you and bring you into scenarios you may have thoughts or fantasies about. It will be great reading during this humid autumn and cold winter nights. For those who've read the Greyes books before, you won't be disappointed."