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[jeffbeans]

Holy wow this story is INCREDIBLE! Please more!! 

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[jstans]

Great story. Love the dynamic between Shannon and David.

[southbendcarp]

OUTSTANDING STORY! Any more coming soon?

[caino]

it's so good!!! go on please
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[johnnylm]

Thanks guys, here's another short installment.  Don't forget the k+ if you enjoy.

   She told me to wait for her in the car. She came out the front door wearing a hoodie and jeans,  not the sexiest outfit, but just watching her quads pop with every footfall was enough to get me going. She got in the car and smiled at me.  "Don't you like nice, D," she said and squeezed my leg with that big hand of hers, her pale blue nails digging into my thighs. I had gotten a little dressed, figuring this was a sort of first date and all, a nice button-down shirt and my newest jeans, and I was hoping she would do the same. I would have killed to see her in a dress, showing everything, but it didn't really matter.  I would have loved to have taken her somewhere fancy too, but who can afford that?
   She felt like Mexican so I decided to take her to this fast casual place at the mall that was pretty good, nothing for atmosphere but decent food at least.  She ordered seriously three whole dinners and my jaw must have been on the floor. "Just trying to put on a little size, D. Girl's got to eat!"  She handed the guy her credit card. 
   "I was going to take you."
   "Nah, D, not when I'm bulking. I'll take you. Order as much as you want, you should probably be eating a little extra yourself," she said, winking at me. I ordered two grande burrito plates and the coup de grace, a pint of Samuel Adams.
   Shannon raised her eyebrows. The guy at the counter took a look at  me, barely post-pubescent and scoffed. "Come on, kid."
   I smiled as I took out my fake ID and handed it to him. "I always get that," I said.  I turned to Shannon and winked.  He handed it back and begrudgingly got my beer. "Would you like a beer or a glass of wine?" I said to Shannon.
   "I'd love a beer, but I forgot my ID."
   "Sorry," the guy at the counter said. "You already got me for one."
   Instead of sitting across from me, Shannon sat next to me, and immediately began to wolf down her food.
   "How much are you trying to gain?"
   "I'm always trying to gain. I want to be as big as I can possibly be. You good with that?" she asked rhetorically. She knew I was. She ate like an animal and noticed me staring at her again.  "When you eat fast, it fools your stomach into not feeling full. Try it." Then she grabbed my beer. "We sharing?" she said. 
   "Of course," I said. 
   She guzzled half of it and wiped off her mouth. "I am so thirsty!"  I immediately guzzled the other half. "I'll go get another."
   By the time I got back to the table, she was finished.  I went at my burritos as fast as I could.  "You going to eat your rice and beans?" she asked.  "You can have some," I said.  She grabbed my fork and got at it. The table was already almost completely covered with her empty plates. She had her left hand on my leg and was rubbing up and down, and all I was thinking about was getting her back in my car.  I had taken two sips of my beer when she picked it up guzzled the whole thing. Then she leaned over and stuck her ice cold tongue down my throat.  "Isn't this fun?" she said, smiling as she found my cock with her hand and squeezed.  This was all getting to be a little too much for me. I shoved the last of the second burrito into my mouth and grabbed the fork out of her hand, quickly finishing what was left of the rice and beans.  "Ready?" I said.
   She grabbed my hand and we walked out.  I put my arm around her, but she was so big and wide that it felt a little ridiculous.  She stuck her hand inside the back of my pants and I felt her long, slightly chilled middle finger in my ass crack. "How about we walk off dinner a little," she said.  I really, really wanted to just get back to the car, but what could I say? My aching hard cock would have to wait. We strolled along like that, window shopping but mostly just enjoying each others' company. 
   I heard someone laughing behind me. "You into fat girls, dickhead? I thought you were a faggot."  We both turned around and there was Brad Douglas, the all city middle linebacker and resident school bully.  He was shorter than me, around 5'8", but he was a tough guy and obviously pretty buff.  "You know this guy?" Shannon said.
   "Unfortunately."
   "Where the fuck did you find her? The big and tall store?" His buddies laughed. 
   "Shut the fuck up, asshole," I said.  He outweighed me by a good thirty pounds, but even though I was skinny, I had a tough mentality; I never backed down from a fight.
   "It's okay," Shannon said, looking a little anxious. "Just leave it."
   "Oh yeah?" Brad said, and getting into my face.  "Say it again."
   I shoved him off and before I could even get my hands up  he clocked me, knocking me to the ground. He jumped on top of me and pulled his right hand back to knock me out, when Shannon's hand grabbed his wrist. I watched him fly.  I stood up and now he was on his ass, with Shannon standing over him.  A crowd had gathered. 
   "I'm not fat," she said, unzipping her hoodie and tossing it to the ground. I heard gasps.  She was wearing a white wife-beater, she knew I loved that, and her massive fists stood at the ready, her shoulders bulging.   Even unflexed, her arms were swole, thick veins running down each bicep into hundreds of bulging tributaries in her vascular forearms. Brad quickly got back on his feet, just a little bit of fear creeping into his gaze.  She outweighed him by fifty pounds easily. "Fuck you, you fucking steroided out bitch."
   "Want to try?" she said. "I fucking love sex."
   He didn't know what to say to that.
   "Hey, I got an idea. You want to see how not fat I am before we get it on?" She took her wife beater and tossed it to me, putting her hands behind her neck and crunching down on her thick abs. The gasps got louder.  She was an awesome sight, jacked muscle on top of jacked muscle, the big breasts erupting out of her sports bra almost an afterthought. 
   "Jesus," I heard one guy say. "Is that a dude?"
   Then she put up her fists like she knew what she was doing. She was so ripped and jacked she looked like a heavyweight boxer.   
   Brad backed away from her.
   "What?" she said, taunting. "Your dick too small?"
   That got him. Face red with embarrassment and anger,  Brad ran at her and threw a roundhouse punch at her gut.  The punch landed with a thud, but Shannon didn't move, didn't even flinch. She just smiled as Brad shook out his right hand, which was obviously hurting. Then he threw another punch, this time aimed at her face.  Shannon calmly stepped out of the way and countered with a left to his gut that doubled him over.  Then she hit him with a massive right uppercut that sent him airborne.  Brad landed hard on his ass; his friends ran to his side. The crowd was going nuts. Girls were running up, cheering, squealing as they felt her biceps. Guys looked at her in both awe and terror. Shannon ignored all the attention, turning to me for her wife beater, which I handed to her.  "That was unfortunate," she said. She touched my eye, which was swollen and turning blue. "That doesn't look so good. Let's go home and get some ice on that."   
   "I'm fine," I said, trying to shake off the embarrassment. You look like you've done that before," I said, nodding to Brad, who was still on the ground, holding his jaw.
   "I joined a boxing gym in Paris," she said. "I was pretty decent," she said modestly.
   I handed her her hoodie.  "Aw thanks. You think we can pick up where we left off?" she said.  She grabbed my chin and kissed me delicately on the lips. "Kicking that punk's ass got me a little horny," she whispered, sending a chill down my spine.  She put her big around me.  I put my hand on her ass and we headed towards the parking lot.

[johnnylm]

Thanks guys. One more short installment.  This might be it for a little while, although I guess if there's a lot of interest (and Karma) I will really try to write one more at least. 

"You ready to meet my mom?" she said, as we walked in the front door. Believe it or not, we'd  never met.  Actually, it was completely by design; we knew we could do whatever we wanted when her mom wasn't around, so it just made things a lot easier to spend time with each other when she was working.  "Mom!" she called out.
   "Hi hon," she said.
   We walked into the kitchen.
   "Jesus, Mom You know I hate when you do that!
   My jaw dropped—she was standing by the open refrigerator guzzling from a gallon container of milk, braless, nothing on but her wet underwear.  She was like a miniature version of Shannon, a couple inches shorter, big breasts, thick quads, totally ripped and muscular but not nearly as muscular as Shannon.  She had girl muscles. Big ones for a girl, probably bigger than mine (I was working on that); but girl muscles.  She looked like a twenty year old too, totally age defying.  Maybe even prettier than Shannon. She was hot.
   "Oh, I'm sorry hon, I didn't know you were bringing anybody home. I just finished my workout. Arms," she said, flexing an impressive bicep for my benefit. This must be Darren." she put out her hand to shake.  I had trouble keeping my eyes off her tits. "So nice to meet you, finally!" She had a solid grip.
   "Okay, mom. Please, you're embarrassing him."
   "Sorry!" She took a long look at me and jogged out. 
   Shannon grabbed the ice pack and handed it to me, shaking her head.
   "I thought your dad was the one who lifted."
   "He was originally.  And then I got into it and then my mom. And then they got divorced. He doesn't care for women with muscles. Dating somebody who looks exactly like my mom before she started working out. Come on, let's go to my room."
   She shut the door behind us and locked it. "You keep doing that," she said, indicating the ice pack. She undid my buckle, pulled my pants around my ankles and got down on her knees in front of me. "Oh, D," she said, kissing my rock hard cock. 
   "Could you do me a favor?"
   "I thought that's what I was doing now."
   "Take your clothes off."
   "Of course," she said. She started with her pants; it took her a moment to peel them over her quads.  "Like this?" she said, pointing her toes and flexing, her quads exploding out of her skin, big and striated.  I nodded.  Then she took off her sweatshirt. She threw up her arms into a massive double biceps and pumped them back and forth; my favorite pose, and she knew it.  "Want to kiss them?" I nodded again. I licked up and over, squeezing them both with my free hand.  "You are such a little muscle slut! These are the arms that just destroyed that all state middle linebacker," she said. Then she took a step back and slowly squeezed into a most muscular pose.  It was awesome and disgusting at the same time, so much power and dominance in that body of hers, slabs of beef exploding in every direction, her pecs looking like they were trying to punch each other, her vein in her head popping, the striations and tendons in her thick neck exploding...I instinctively grabbed my cock but she stopped me with a firm grip on my wrist.
   "No, no, no," she said. She got down on her knees again and started going at it hard.
   "Easy, Shan," I said.
   I wanted this to last.  She slowed down, slowly and gently, licking up my shaft, sucking my balls.   Then she grabbed my hips and started to push me down her throat, slowly, until my whole cock was inside her. Then she slowly pulled me out, licking her lips.  "You taste so good. I could suck you all day, D."
   "I ain't stopping you, Shan."
   I felt pressure on my hips and then I was airborne.  She shoulder pressed me up into the air, and then slowly lowered my cock into her mouth until it was all the way down her throat.  The view from up there was crazy. I couldn't see anything below her huge breasts, but what I saw, that massive upper chest bulging, the droplets of sweat forming on her skin, her hard nipples poking at the air. She counted out the reps.  When she got to fifteen, I blew so hard I screamed.  She sucked every last drop out of my cock and set me down on my feet.  "How's your eye now?"   
   I smiled and removed the ice pack.  "Much better," I said.
   "You're still hard," she said, grabbing me.
   "Hard again," I corrected. 
   She leaned down and whispered in my ear. "Want me to fuck the shit out of you?"
   "After I suck your girl cock."
   She smiled and forced me to my knees.  Then she touched herself until the head of her big, beefy clit was looking me in the eye. "Hello, D."

[jstans]

Not only are these good characters and a nice balance between storytelling, muscle description and smut, you're a quality writer. It took a second to (re)adapt to a story where the speaker wasn't explicitly identified every time they spoke, and that's not a bad thing. It have the story good pacing and rhythm. I like the use of vignettes as well over a linear narrative. Finally, Shannon and Darren have an equity of personality that's not found in a lot of stories here and I liked that. It was evident in the fight scene that he was more naturally pugnacious than Shannon, even if she's more physically and sexually bold. Thanks for posting, and I hope you either continue this one or post more stories.

[wowser1016]

I must apologize for being so late to this story. I really love what you have created and you now have my complete attention. Karma++!

[GreatJustice]

Really excellent little story - thanks for sharing and I hope to see more some time!

[hatour]

This is wonderful work. It is truly appropriated. Karma for all!

[johnnylm]

Thank you guys, karma and comments much appreciated.  Here's another chapter. 


Shannon's mom answered the door. "Hi, Darren. Come on in." She was wearing a tight white t-shirt with sleeves that rode up on her cut shoulders and some sweats.
   "Thanks, Ms. Ireland." I handed her the chicken soup I brought.
   "Lacey, please. So sweet of you."  She wrapped her arms around me and gave me a tight squeeze. My cock stirred. I was trying to control myself but man, she was so sexy. 
   I realize that I was so overwhelmed by her sweaty nakedness when I first laid eyes on Ms. Ireland that I never adequately described her.  She was hot well beyond her beautiful breasts and nice muscles, her light brown hair cut in a bob just above her shoulders framing her high cheekbones and thick lips beautifully. She had Shannon's blue eyes (well, Shannon had hers), and something about her that radiated sex. Maybe it was just the fact that I saw her naked, sweaty and guzzling milk from a bottle, not at all shy about being seen that way and maybe even proud of it; yeah, maybe it was that. She knew how hot she was.
   "Is Shannon awake?"
   "She's been in and out. Let's just put this away and we'll go check."
   I followed her upstairs, my eyes on her beautiful round ass, and we knocked on her door.
   "Honey, you awake? Darren's here."
   "I'll let you guys talk," Lacey whispered and walked away.
   She opened the door and I peeked my head in.
   "Don't come in, I don't want you to catch this." 
   "You okay?"
   She smiled weakly. "I've been better. Thanks for coming over. You're a sweetie."
   "I wish I could do something to help." 
   "You already have.  Hey, you going to work out while you're here?"
   "I don't know. It's not the same without you."
   "Come on, this is your chance to catch up."
   I laughed. "Right."
   "A little?   And my mom said she'd spot you. She's a good coach."
   "I don't know."
   "Oh come on. I know you like her."
   I blushed.  "I do not."
   "Don't lie. I saw the way you were looking at her that time. I saw the commotion in your pants."
   "She was naked."
   "It's okay if you like her."
   "I mean, she is pretty hot. For a mom."
   "See? Don't worry D, it's okay. I know you like me more."
   Of course I liked her more. What she was she saying here? "I wish I could be with you right now."
   "I do too. But I don't want to get you sick. Go work out."
   "I'll stop by after."
   "Have fun, okay? I mean it. Don't worry about me." She blew me a kiss.   
   I headed down to the garage.  It was upper body day and I figured I'd start with back, since I didn't know where Lacey went and I didn't need a spot for that stuff.  I figured I'd do pull-ups first. I wasn't really strong enough to do them and Shannon usually spotted me, but I figured I would just do some negatives; better than nothing. I had just started when Lacey walked in.  She had stripped out of her sweats and was wearing these tiny booty shorts, her quads popping with every step. I noticed that her t-shirt was riding up a little too, exposing her ripped abs; I wasn't sure how I was going to survive this.
   She saw me struggling on the pull-up bar and walked over.  "Cross your legs."  She put her hands under my knees and gave me just enough support so I could do it. "Keep your shoulders down. You want to make sure you're using only lats on these. Here, I'll help you a little more. There you go. That's better."  It felt good.  I did feel it more in my lats that way. I did five reps and was feeling pretty pumped.
   "Nice work! Do you mind if we work out together? It's back day for me too."
   "No, that's cool. I'm doing  my whole upper body and arms but..."
   "I can do that."
   "Cool." Although I was feeling so uncool right now. I mean working out with Shan's moms, totally turned on by her...She was a couple inches shorter than me but she was able to jump up and grab the bar on her own.  Her grip was way wide.  Then, slowly, with perfect control, she pulled herself up until her chin was over bar.  I hadn't noticed her back yet but I noticed now —beautiful v-shape, and I could see some definition under that tight t-shirt.  She did ten with perfect form and jumped down. 
   "See, if you do them right, you actually, feel a real pump right here." She lifted her right arm and flexed her lats a little and I could see the thickness. "Lats are so important for your overall shape. So many guys don't realize that, they think it's all about chest and arms, but the back is what makes your body attractive to women. Trust me."  We did a few more sets like that, a few sets of dumbbell lat pulls and then we moved on to the bench.  I was trying to keep up with her of course, she was just a tiny bit stronger than I was, and my lats were literally shaking. I was a little concerned about how I was going to do it. We started with 135 and I was definitely a little shakier than usual. She knocked out ten no problem. "155?" she asked. I nodded. Maybe she was stronger than I thought.  I mean, she did amazing on the pull-ups but that's bodyweight, and we did about the same on the lat pulls. As nice as her muscles were, she was a skinny little thing; I probably outweighed her by at least twenty pounds.  We loaded the bar. "Same thing here, keep your shoulders down. You want this to be pure pecs."
   I was struggling from the get-go, but I somehow managed to knock out seven without any help.  I stopped at nine.  "I'm feeling a little shaky from all the back stuff," I said.
   "That's why I like to separate upper body into back and biceps and shoulders and triceps, but that's okay, you're young you can probably handle it."  She laid down and started going at it, I had my hands ready for a spot, but she was looking really strong. I watched her pecs get red under her t-shirt, and it was then I noticed her dark red areolas showing through; she wasn't wearing a bra, which was kind of amazing considering how high her tits sat up on her chest.  "Fifteen," she said, smiling as she got up off the bench. My cock was stirring, which was not a good sign.
   "Wow," I said. "I lost count. You're really strong, Ms. Ireland."
   "Lacey," she said.  She crossed her wrists and gave a little flex of her chest. "I am pretty strong. Nothing like my beast of a daughter but...Should we keep going? What do you want on there?"
   "I think this is it for me."
   "Oh come on." She put her hands on my chest and gave a little squeeze. Man, she was sexy. If I wasn't going out with her daughter I would have been all over her. "I think you can handle a little more. It's the only way you're going to grow."  She took off the ten and put on a twenty five.
   Jesus. "I'll try," I said. I knew there was no way, but how could I say no to her?  I got down on the bench.  She lifted me off. The weight felt so heavy going down but somehow I was able to do one all by myself.
   "See that? Keep going."
   I was done, I could feel it, but she helped me to do four more, and I had to say I was feeling pretty pumped when I got up off that bench, pretty manly.
   "Great job! You're going to feel that tomorrow."
   "Thanks, Lacey."
   "How old are you?"
   "Eighteen. Just turned. Why?"
   "I thought so. Shannon's eighteen." There was an awkward pause. "You know I was just wondering For men, I think this is pretty much the ideal window for increasing your size."
   "Oh. Interesting." I knew why she was asking.  Was this really happening? No. Just no.
   She laid down on the bench and lifted it off before I could even offer to help. She did three with perfect form and paused. Her pecs were exploding, beet red, vascular, with almost an inch of muscle cleavage.  Then she somehow managed two more without any help. She paused, and then did three more. Eight reps at what, sixty pounds above her body weight? Holy crap.  She leapt up off the bench. "Fuck yes," she said. "That felt really good."  She rolled her shoulders and adjusted her neck a little, flexed her chest enough that her breasts bounced.
   "You're really strong."
   "Thanks, hon." I desperately needed to short circuit what was going on in my shorts right now.  She wasn't just hot, she was crazy sexy.
    "What's on your mind? You don't need to be shy around me."
   I  hesitated. "Do you mind me asking you how much you weigh?"
   "You just did.  I'd say about 125."
   "Wow. Less than me. I'm like 140 now I think."
   "Well I'm shorter than you too, so...maybe we're about the same in a way. I might even weigh a little more inch for inch.  I have to tell you, these male hormones I'm taking? It feels so good. Is this the way you feel all the time?"
   "Like what do you mean?"
   "Well, like really energetic and strong, and I guess a little on the aggressive side. And horny.  I never used to check out guys the way I do now.  I'm undressing them with my eyes, not undressing, raping, wondering what they'd be like in bed, checking out their packages...I'm even just straight up hitting on guys, like all the time, at the supermarket, on the beach. I never did that."
   I was in trouble. I mean, I couldn't necessarily tell whether she was undressing me with her eyes, but the fact that she told me she did? Seriously, can you imagine that? The tension was KILLING me. I was definitely undressing her. And the horny, aggressive woman thing?  Big turn-on for me. Shannon loved sex. Just stop. Please, please stop.
   "You okay?"
   "Sorry, I was just...spacing out for a minute.  That's really cool. I mean you look amazing. How old are you?"
   She smiled. "Just turned 50."
   "50?! I would have guessed forty cause of Shannon, but you look even younger than that. If I didn't know, I would have guessed you were Shannon's older sister."
   "Aww thanks.  I think maybe it's the HGH. And I have to tell you, even when I was twenty I didn't have a sex drive like this. I'm horny all the time. Like fuck somebody right now horny. Seriously. Twenty four seven."  She licked her lips.
   "Wow." I said.  Wow.  I pulled my hips back to hide the huge boner that was bucking at my shorts.
   "You know what else is weird?  I like science now.  I was never interested science. Like, am I turning into a guy or something?" She laughed at the idea.
   "You certainly don't look like a guy. Like, not at all."
   "But you know what? I'm stronger than every guy I've been fucking these days.  I'm probably stronger than 95% of all men out there. And I'm what, 5'6", 125? Think about that."
   She was so fucking sexy, that's what I was thinking about.  And trying not to at the same time.
   "Then again, I probably have more testosterone in me right now than most guys too. I mean, pound for pound? Maybe a lot more."
   "Does Shannon take stuff?"
   "Are you kidding me? You think any woman can get that huge without juice? She's probably got five times the testosterone you do."
   "But she still looks feminine."
   "She takes care of herself, what  I can say?  Me, I'm a lot more stealth.  Guys notice my muscles, and they're like 'oh, they're so cute.' They have no fucking idea how strong I am. Should we do some biceps?"
   I was feeling a little weak in the knees, honestly, it occurred to me I should excuse myself to go to the bathroom and just take care of it,  but I nodded anyhow.   I picked up the twenty seven and a halfs.  I was pretty proud of the progress I made on my arms over the last couple of months.  "Aren't you going to do any?"
   "Let me just watch you first."
   I started going at it. I saw her approach me from behind in the mirror.  She pulled my shoulders back, which made it a little harder.  Then she squeezed up against me and put her hands on my elbows. "Keep 'em in! No cheating."  It was definitely harder now. Especially with her tits pressed up against me like that; I could feel her had nipples pushing against my shoulder blades.  Now she had her hands holding my forearms. I did two cheat reps and my biceps were burning so much I had to stop.
   "Feels good, right?" she said.  "Let me see that bicep." I flexed for her and she felt it.  "That feels just as big as mine. See?"  She held up her arm for me.
   "Beautiful," I said.
   "Go ahead and feel it.  I know you want to."  I fucking did.  It had a beautiful little peak and was rock hard.  And so was I. She had to have noticed, I was not a small guy. "Now watch how I do this." She picked up the thirties.  "I roll my shoulders back like this and then I keep them there, locked, no movement at all.  And then, elbows in..." She knocked out perfect curls easily, chest high, wrists straight, her biceps expanding, veins popping. When she was done, ten immaculate reps with almost half her bodyweight, she did a double biceps in the mirror.  Just, no.  Please. "Pose with me," she said.  Fuck.
   I stood next to her and put up my arms.  Her arms looked amazing, bigger than I thought, and mine, were...not so bad. Maybe a little smaller, but almost respectable. "Not bad," she said, as if reading my mind.  "Come here, I want to show you something." She walked over to the bench and kneeling on one side, put her elbow up.
   "Oh that's okay, Ms....Lacey, I know you're stronger."
   "I know you do, but I really want to show you anyhow."
   This was all feeling a little deja vu to me. Did she just wink at me and lick her lips? Seriously, this was getting dangerous.  I grabbed her hand and she counted us down. I could feel the power in her grip. I pushed as hard as I could and I actually moved her.  I tried harder, so hard that I started to shake a little,  but I couldn't move her any further.  And Lacey? She was smiling. Looked like she wasn't doing anything.  "Keep trying," she said as she slowly pushed my hand back.  "Not bad, right?" I was fighting as hard as I could, even putting a little body into it, and she just kept moving my hand down. At the bottom, she held me there for an extra moment or too, smiling at my agony, just totally dominant. "I know it's look like biceps but it's actually mostly shoulders. My shoulders are really strong." She flexed for me. "Feel." It was like squeezing a boulder, they were so hard. And so was my cock. "Now, this is arms."  She put her elbow back on the bench and turned her palm so it was facing her. "Pull." I tried.  Couldn't move her at all.  "Two hands," she said.  I pulled, hard as I could, and I still couldn't move her.  Her bicep looked huge and swollen now, almost too big for the rest of her body. Finally, I gave up.  She made a muscle, and pumped her bicep for me to admire. Which I did.
   "Holy crap, Lacey."
   "Did you have any idea that I was so much stronger? You never would have guessed, right? Go on. I know you want to." I reached out and caressed it, felt the little bumps and crevices and the big fat vein running over the top of it.
   "Wow," I said.
   "How about from the back?" She turned and threw up a double biceps that took my breath away. I had my hands all over both of them. I was so close to her now that I could smell the sweat mixing with her perfume. She arched her back a little and her ass grazed my cock, lingering there for a moment.   
   She  turned around and smiled at me. "How about we pause for a few minutes? I want to show you something."
   She grabbed my hand and walked me into the house.  My mind raced.  What could she possibly want to show me? Were we going to her bedroom? To the left of a kitchen, there was a room that I had never been in.   She opened the door. It was completely empty, except for a padded wall to wall mat covering the floor.  "Do you know how to wrestle? I just started learning about a month ago."
   "I learned a little in gym class. I don't think this is a good idea, Ms...."
   "Oh don't be silly. What are you afraid of?"
   I decided to try honesty. "Look Ms. Ireland, I think you're just incredibly attractive and I'm just worried that I won't be able to control myself."
   "Don't worry, hon, you won't have to. Do you want to start on top or on bottom? Or standing?"
   "I don't know."
   "Okay. I'll start on top, since that's the kind of woman I am lately." Now she definitely winked at me.  "Go on." She obviously wasn't taking no for an answer.  "Go on. Don't worry, I'm not going to hurt you. I"m not that strong."
   I got down all fours and she grabbed my the way she was supposed to.  She counted us in and I tried to pull away but she easily flipped me on my back.  She was smiling, even laughing a little. I was squirming trying to keep my right shoulder off the mat, but she was muscling me down.  I  was making her work at least, I could see the vein in her forehead now and her skin was turning red, but she was just too fucking strong. I started bucking, trying to lift her up off of me, but she had my wrists now,  she locked my right leg and there was nothing I could do. Fuck. She jumped up and pumped her fist after she pinned me.  "Fuck yes. See that? Don't be embarrassed, I haven't lost to a man yet. Even the guy who taught me."
   "You are seriously strong, Ms. Ireland."
   She laughed. "You know what? I'll let you call me that right now. I like the way that sounds. Fuck, it's getting a little warm in here."  She took off her shirt and rolled her shoulders.  She watched me pick my jaw up off the ground. There was no fat anywhere, unless you count her luscious breasts. Her chiseled abs went all the way up to her solar plexus.  She was quite a specimen. And by the way, there was no hiding my cock now, it was all the way down to the edge of my shorts and pushing hard against the fabric. She  hadn't acknowledged it though, which was surprising given what she had told me about herself before. Maybe she was just fucking with me.
   "You like that, huh? You liked it before too, didn't you?" Okay, well fuck, I guess she just did.
   "You have a seriously beautiful body, Ms. Ireland, I ain't gonna lie."
   She approached me and took off my shirt. She ran her hands up my abs and onto my chest.  "You do too, Darren. Let's get some skin on skin here."  She rubbed up against me.  "Ooh, I like that." My cock was now trying to jail break my underwear. "Touch me. I know you want to."
   "Ms. Ireland, I really—"
   "Do it."
   My hands were shaking, but they did as they were told. Everywhere I felt her, she flexed. I was on my knees, up her shorts feeling her glutes, down her lats, up her forearms, her pecs, her abs, her tits..."
   "Okay, your turn to be on top."
   Me on top? Of this animal? I had been drained of any power I thought I had.  She got down on all fours.  I got on her left side, figuring I had an easier chance of breaking her down. "Go," she said.  I tried as hard as I could but I literally couldn't move her.    She was up off her heels now, driving under me with her legs and all of sudden she was standing with me on her shoulders. I had no idea how she pulled that off, it seemed to defy gravity.  She laughed.  "How fucking strong am I? Right, Darren? How fucking strong?" She adjusted her grip and started to shoulder press me for reps. Shoulder press! "I know I look like a dainty little thing, but I am a  powerful beast!" She did some deep squats for good measure, piece of cake, before tossing me on to the mat. She climbed on top of me.  I squirmed to try to get away but there was no escape. Using just her hands, she pushed my shoulders into the mat.  "Uncle?" she said, laughing.  She wasn't even winded.
   "You win."
   "That's what I like to hear." She reached into my pants.
   "Ms. Ireland—"
   "—Oh come on, you knew exactly where this was going, you don't want me to stop." She was right of course, but my girlfriend was just upstairs, sick in bed. What if she came down? "You've been wanting this since I walked into the garage. You don't think I noticed?" She had her hand on it now, and she was gripping it, stroking it. "Jesus, Darren, you're even bigger than I thought you were. Really, you don't think I noticed a bulge like that? I fucking love big cock. And you were hard the whole workout.  Do you have any idea how wet that made me? It took every bit of self-control I had left not to just rape you in the garage."
   Rape? Dang. "But  Ms. Ireland, I feel funny, I mean Shannon's my girlfriend and..."
   She stood up and pulled my shorts off.  She grabbed it and sucked it a little, and then she kneeled over me and started touching herself with it.   Her clit was erect now, pushing out between her lips, big and swollen just like Shannon's.  My mouth started to water. 
   "Stop worrying and enjoy this. What did Shannon say to you? She said have fun, right? Do you think she was talking about lifting?"
   "You heard that? But..." My brain went flaccid. Could that possibly have been what she meant? Me having sex with her moms?
   "You don't think Shannon knows about my appetites? She knows. It would be impossible for me to avoid fucking you, okay? If she didn't want me to fuck you she would never have suggested us working out together. She knew that was going to happen."
   She was doing deep squats on my cock now, moaning and rubbing her tits, squeezing her nipples, her quads exploding.  She was in the zone.  She was so fucking hot it felt like a dream.  I don't remember ever being that turned on before, even with Shannon. I felt an adrenalin rush and I jumped out from under her and tackled her. Then I held her wrists down and slid my cock inside. "Uncle?" I said.
   "That's it, Darren." I pummeled her, going so deep inside that she screamed with every downstroke.
   "Goddamn, you're big!"
   I smiled, sucking her rock hard nipples and reaching down between her legs to find her clit.  Shannon had taught me well. I was about to blow when she threw me onto my back and now she was pumping me, holding my wrists down, her beautiful tits in my face, her muscles swole, her abs flexing, her glutes exploding her into me.  And then I felt it, her juices expanding around my cock, and she screamed so loud that there was no way Shannon didn't hear, and then I blew, my cock spasming inside of her for a good three minutes. I listened for footsteps.          Lacey lifted herself off me and kneeled over my face.  The expression on her face was almost angry. "You better suck it hard." She shoved it in my mouth, her hips gyrating back and forth, her hand behind my head shoving me inside of her. I ate and sucked and teethed that big thing until she blew.  Her orgasm was so total that she collapsed on top of my face.
   Finally, she stood up.  "That cock of yours is amazing, Darren. I haven't cum like that during intercourse in a long time. Ready to get back to our workout? What do you say we go naked this time, now that we've gotten to know each other. Hey, you want some milk first, it's a good energy drink."
   I couldn't believe my ears.  I was spent...but Ms. Ireland? She was just getting started. Then I heard something. 
   "Is that Shannon?"
   "I don't hear anything."
   "You didn't hear that? I think she's calling us."   I quickly threw on my clothes.
   "She's fine, don't go up there, she's been having nightmares and I don't want you to—"

[jstans]

Oh man. Darren blew it, didn't he? I hope not.

[QBikk]

Oh Oh.... Troubles on the way!!

[wowser1016]

WOW! I really love this story!

[johnnylm]

Thanks guys.  I'll try to get to the next installment soon.