The Muscle Hyper # Chapter 1

[mimolover]

THE MUSCLE HYPER

PART 1

Jenny?s biggest flaw was her pathological weakness for strong men. Within five seconds of browsing through the pictures and downloads folders of her hard drive, anyone could see she was a muscle groupie and would be ?easy? for any man with mass. She would often fantasize about being kidnapped and used as a sex object in some kind of beef head gym. She didn?t like skinny boys anymore, she needed hypertrophied studs to dominate her, make her serve, and have their way with her fragile body. She would picture a well developed youth luring her in, and then throwing her in chains on the floor of the dungeon gym. The boasting of the attractive youth strutting around his foolish game that was now helpless before them caused their loins to stir. They would tear into her in an orgy of bodybuilding and fucking. They would fuck her between sets, share her, penetrate every hole and still force her to jerk their friends off as they waiting in queue. She would beg to be encased in their muscle. She wanted their huge bloated bodies dripping with sweat under their scant barbaric workout clothes. She could easily feel with her mind?s eye and mind?s touch, the crushing weight of their tank like bodies pinning her down. Maybe she would be a helpless rape toy to them, or sometimes she imagined herself as a willing victim and begging for more. She always climaxed picturing her raped body drenched in their genetically superior seed. She had been mercilessly titty fucked, and penetrated double, triple, and even completely overstuffed with male cocks.

At times like she, she would be ready for the mercy of any muscleman. But alas, her shy nervous disposition hardly helped this young mouse like woman. Being an art critic and somewhat of a collector, she seldom saw much action in bed, even with a petit frame and a pretty face under her reading glasses; the looks she garnished from men never reached 2nd base.

It was recent to this time when she set out to expand her online collection of art (porn) at a dizzying pace. She had long lost interest in the male ?fitness model? look and now mostly collected bodybuilding shots. She could see a clear progression in the image of the ideal male body over the years. Modern culture was raising it sons to desire more muscular leaner bodies. The competitive bodybuilder of the twenty-first century was positively exploded with muscle making the big men of previous decades not looking very extreme at all by comparison. The folders of her picture collection expanded in quantity and quality. Categories now included ?steroids before and after?, ?mass gainers?, and even ?uncompetitive? devoted to men and boys of freakish muscular development banned from conventional bodybuilding competitions. Her preferences continued to evolve along with the male athletic physique as it swelled up over the years. She could not help but stare at the chunks of beef that continued to expand with hard lean flesh. She was amazed at what the male of the species could possibly achieve in the near future. Maybe producing men so big they were barely mobile and needing help around the house wasn?t out of the question these days either. Jenny didn?t mind having a male mountain lounging around in her living room at all. Just the thought of caring for one of these majestic beasts turned her on enormously.

A tour of the before and after shots was one breathtaking slideshow after another. What made it even more exhilarating was that these boys had done it all to themselves .Some of there were happy living new lives as gym owners, career athletes, and of course models. One of these was a young man starting out as a skinny teenager. He worked out, gained muscle, gained a minor modeling contract, then lost it again for being too ?extreme? to fit in their clothes. The other half of his montage was the development of more of that delicious extreme body of his. Just the look of him amongst his former circle of friends made them afraid to get close. He had been definitely pumped up with his chest heaving it way out of that undersized blazer jacket and stretched business shirt. Even more increasingly extreme changes were on show; men transforming into hulking balls of muscle from what they once were, and she should seldom get enough.

Other galleries had consumed Jenny?s interest and tastes even more as of late. Young men in reams of professional and amateur shots all amazing either posed, casual, relaxed or flexed. Such a menagerie of pumped up youths being compared to each other on stage or pictures of their former selves could scarcely cross her vision without giving her a tingle all over. Even more handsome specimens being superbly roided up into beefy perfection entered the vault. These men had been metabolizing chemicals to boost their muscle mass into achieving a size previously unheard of. It was a well fitting analogy to compare them to bulls; just feed them up and exercise them vigorously till their lean muscular limbs erupted with development. She loved that?

The real showpiece of her collection was a folder that contained a series of artistic celebrations of the masculine form. What was really grabbing her attention was that they all appeared to contain the same man as the subject. The backgrounds were certainly fake phantasmagoria landscapes all centered on the hyper male physique usually in the centre. His face was always obscured, most often by the black borders of the frame. All backgrounds a distinct theme of artistic flare surrounding the humungous male specimen. She especially loved the almost inhuman form that his body had powered up into. Just muscle packed on muscle, layered with more muscle. She had initially speculated that it was just an elaborate morph, it seemed like a more likely possibility after all. However the primitive website she ripped them from sort of hinted that there was more than meets the eye. A contact policy with offers of ?photography contract to be negotiated? stood out in the lower corner of the screen. An email and reply latter with an introduction of herself as an art enthusiast and public critic, and a meeting with the man behind the muscle was arranged. There was so much she wanted to discuss with him. Just how did he produce such high quality work? How long did it take to make up those backgrounds? And most enthralling of all; who or what was the model? She was in for one heck of a surprise the next day.

Expecting to see a rather average man whom she would gradually wean out the details of the elusive model, she was flabbergasted to notice a shadow large spreading through the doorway to her side. Her heart skipped a beat when she looked at the powerful frame of a man filled in with bodybuilding. The eyes of the two met at unequal level as they stood alone in the art gallery. One had a face filled with awe and surprise, eyeing up and down the hefty frame of the other. The man who stood before her was none other than the extreme muscle model of her picture collection and her wet dreams.

[mimolover]

The worship session is just around the corner! I thought I would give this teaser out while I spruced up the rest a bit. More intense descriptions will be coming too, garanteeed

[Mdlftr]

I'm loving this - the attitude of the female protagonist, who loves a very MALE characteristic of men, and the descriptions!


Great job so far! Can't wait to see where you go with this! I'd love to hear the model's description of how/why he decided to get huge, and then HOW he did it - the workouts, the eating, the "extra help" he gave himself. All of it is really hits the theme of this site -- muscle growth!

Looking forward to MORE and BIGGER,

Mdlftr

[AuraTwilight]

Honestly, I'm not able to enjoy hetero stuff very much, and the Muscle Bimbo story was losing me at the end.

[BuffBoy]

Psh, I'm gay and loving this so far!! The descriptions of what she considers a "man" are incredible. Your very talented at creating that sense of domination as well. Great Job

[mimolover]

PART 2

INTERMISSION WITH TL'DR

Jenny believed that muscle men deserved worship, and she was the one who was going to give it to them. She could not stop thinking about such a masculine upgrade to the human form as bodybuilding to a good looking man. She just wanted it all. Every time she thought of bodybuilders making themselves big and strong, the more the urge grew to explore the details. Other trains of thought began creep their way into her fantasy sex life. Testosterone changing teenage boys into the seeds of arrogant strong men, and the roots of hypermasculinity. All those androgens in their bloodstream were keeping those young bodies super fit, burning fat off easily and making them seek heavy exercise. She wished they would turn all their energy into pumping iron and make a real man out of themselves. She kept thinking off all their male sex hormones flooding rapidly masculising them; changing their faces, enlarging their hands and feet, building up their muscles, and making them hungrier that ever. Oh God, how jenny wished young men would be obsessive with their bodies. It was so hot to see them strive to turn themselves into beefcake. She wanted to see them undergoing studification. Not much could make her more hot and bothered that the image of a young man fussing over his looks, and telling himself ?im going to you into a babe?. She would pay anything to sponsor that sort of growth.

More thoughts of male physiques crossed her mind with chests deepening and shoulders broadening to ready for development of the muscle that she craved. She loved the workout banter of young men in the gym, ready to show off their expansive bodymass to themselves and potential sexual partners?like Jenny. She would always listen in on conversations of their heavy diets and bizarre new supplements to boost their already lionizing physiques. She would always hang on every word when the studs spoke about their routines and the weights they were lifting, often imagining them as male animals in the wild intimidating each other with their plumage for the right to mate.
The softer spots in her heart were given to men that took up her beloved hardcore bodybuilding. Forcing their bodies to grow into king sized alphamales. Their huge bellies constantly swollen with half digested food, yet covered with a layer of hard muscle. This was the size and symmetry that began to get closer to Jenny?s ultimate fantasy. These boys were showing their opulence and their self discipline. They were gym fanatics and they knew it, always gazing at their own bodies longingly desiring more. Her heart was pounding out of her chest at the amazing chemicals administered to their oversized bodies. She knew they were feeding their muscles with drugs synthesized from their own crude sex hormones. They were being pumped up with masculising chemicals and they acted like they didn?t care. Their muscles grow and strengthen, their bones stretch, their voices deepen, their whole form looks harder and bigger than ever before. The substance that makes males males, is left to build up in their bodies and turn then even more male. Testosterone doing what it does best in bigger magnitude causing veins to bulge, blood to pump harder, and muscle to develop over their strong pride and joy. But it doesn?t end there.
Jenny was desperate to see medical science grow the alpha males that should dominate her and receive her worship. The sound of iron bars bending, and floorboards creaking heralded their comings and goings. Large burly men had feet that stomped on the gym floor like the polished hooves of an ancient behemoth. These boys had sought to explode themselves with muscle, and they had achieved it with any and every enhancement. Bodybuilders were the peak of masculine perfection for young men to aspire to in Jenny?s eyes; sheared of body hair and roided up into works of hypertrophy art. She would picture her ideal mate alone in his gym of dreams. Resting on a bench press like a lazy lion pride in the sun, he is aloof and careless to the rest of the world. Reaching with one hand, he runs his own touch up and down himself, squeezing and testing his tough meat. Bodybuilding did bring out unusual behavior in males. Cupping and fondling his pectorals like a woman?s breasts, and exploring his curves with his touch and loving gaze, he is seemingly unaware of his own inflamed sexuality. He knows he is stared at with hungry eyes by both genders and all ages like an object of desire. Worshiped from a safe distance, because even his peaceful docile Belgian blue bull disposition, no one would risk making this tough thing angry.
His overloved body cannot be hidden under a single layer of clothes. He has brutally pumped himself up so he bulges out at all angles. Growth hormones have chiseled his warm sexy hide of meat into puffy looking cusps of ropey sinew shiny bulges. His revealing clothing is bedecked by little sobriquets of bulls, stallions, lions, tonnages of iron and anything that has worked its way into bodybuilding symbolism. All flowing as bright colors as they are stretched over the hide of the young beast. Plunging neckline displaying his impressive male cleavage, and sometimes, gaping arm holes leaving his sweat dripping outer rack, laterals, and lower pectorals to swell out in all their glory
Jenny loved the way a true bodybuilder would feed himself. More like force feed himself trying to stuff more mass into his stomach to be churned out into his over nourished muscles. She loved the bodybuilder look of the swollen full belly hanging handsomely from his body. The stress of his workouts demanding a sturdy trunk, while the steroids muscled up his powerful belly. Of course, his expansive diet swelled his powerhouse front side right up under that overhanging chest too. The internal organs of her fantasy alpha + needed to be modified and improved. It was their destiny to be enhanced so that they could only be used to support body building. The young fresh internal parts of this man had been left to ripen and swell up to support their master better and healthier ? no dangerous side effects here.
Her stud feels his belly has grown so big on his body. It is so swollen and round, but encased in the armor plates of muscle chunks bulging under his skin. Every one of those boulders under his supple skin is riddled with veins too, creating a very unusual appearance. This bull has done more than transform his muscle. He has transformed his whole frame. He is a supreme show off of supreme opulence and self discipline. All the young man?s wealth has flowed into his hungry gullet and he loves it. The belly of the beast rumbles like it has a mind of its own growling to its young master to feed it, and let it swell him up with meat of his own in return. He stokes down to his bullock style midsection, sifting the distended abdominal muscles through his fingers all while continuing to enjoy his own chest. Looking down lovingly at himself, he stands proud and defensive. Such muscle and such opulence! He promises his own body he will blow it up even more. Draping a towel over his shoulders like a cape leaves only the three great mounds of his pectorals and belly exposed to light. Finally Jenny steps forward to the young god and touches him all over.
?I love your muscles? she whispers sensually.
The youthful bull looks down at her with his austere august face peering over his bulkhead collarbones. With hands on hips, he splits a tear in his shirt and rips it right down the middle. The young man now looks like the bow of a mighty battleship, covered in young muscle pumped with steroids. Together, Jenny and her new god would roid up that body of his into monstrous proportions and worship it appropriately?

[mimolover]

PART 3

(Its pretty slow paced this time)

?Ah ahem?? Came the impatient voice of the handsome man that stood before her.
?Can I help you??
He had said something before just then to introduce himself, but she had not heard it, simply because her dizzy little head was filled up to the brim of her sick fantasy crossing into reality and standing so tantalizingly close.
?Um? Yes! My name is jenny, here to see Mr?.err?the photographer?.uh?
?Jerome, my name is Jerome, and believe it or not, I operate my own camera?
?Oh, sorry I wasn?t paying more attention, its just that you don?t look like the usual artistic type (giggle)?
That last silly giggle of hers drew a smirk across Jerome?s face. He had heard that one before; people assuming he was just an airhead model for some other horny bastards photoshoots. Who made up that rule anyway that just because a man has a strong body, he must have a weak mind? He had always been into his art hobbies, always been somewhat of a recluse, but he just decided to become a bodybuilder at the same time ? whats wrong with that?
?Im glad you could make it after all, Its not every day that I can get out and give a tour of these other pictures to an interested fan. Which ones did you really want to look at first; the nature scenes or the fantasy landscapes??
Jenny could hardly believe her ears that this man mountain before her was profoundly unaware of his own sexuality. ?well, it is the fantasy work that im interested in I suppose, but I?was looking at your website the other day and?. She didn?t finish her sentence, his eyebrows were already raised and he appeared somewhat shy about that subject.
?Ah, that?s actually newer stuff I?ve been experimenting with, haven?t really had it on public display yet, but anyway, I hoped you didn?t judge them too much?
Jenny?s attention was wavering somewhat again. The excited bobbing of his Adam?s apple on the middle of his bull neck, the way every simple movement caused muscle jump right up, and the impression he cast from his tall shadow before. Maybe he wasn?t as trememdous as the male models in hardcore bodybuilding magazines, but it looked like he could easily weigh in at excess of 200lb or even more.
They continued to chat casually for a while, both having plenty to discuss about the nature of the displays and where the inspiration came from. After a long stand, she suggested that they grab a bite to eat and discuss the topic more over lunch. He noticed time and time again that this curious woman would turn her head and let her eyes wander up and down over his own body. Even just out of the corner of his own vision, he knew there was always a pair beady eyes looking for excitement on his new V shaped frame. Likewise, she could not shake him out of her head for a moment. There was no ring on either of their fingers, and they were both in the same age group with a convergence of interests and even similar names. Another part of her mind told her not to go in too deep with this one; he was probably already taken, won?t want to ?downgrade? to like her, might just fuck her and chuck her after all. That last one settled on the submissive part of her brain once more. The thought of being lest as the most recent in a long line of pregnant women moaning and rubbing their overfertilised bellies, becoming barely mobile from a night of passion.

They talked and talked, learning more about each other, asking more questions as the day drew on. The conversation crossed over onto where all the very unintellectual looking physique came from.
?I was not always like this you know. I started off actually getting beaten up a lot in the school yard, and spending a lot of time in the library. After a while, my parents grew concerned and pulled me out to a transfer over the holiday season. That?s when they started getting ideas about making me learn how to defend myself better as a loner. I remember she suddenly started feeding me more and urging me to do sports. I got pressed into exercise and gained a lot of weight at the same time. By the time I switched schools people were saying I looked like I could eat a schoolyard bully for breakfast then spit them out and ask for more. Now that I?m all past that, and moved on in life, I still focused on my art, but maybe a few months ago, I got a personal gym set up in my garage at home, and started proper bodybuilding.?
She was already fascinated! He had achieved a size and stature that could probably land him among the semi pro already in her opinion, assuming the masses bulging beneath his clothes were solid muscle after all. She wanted to learn more and to see it in action very badly. Such an exciting character didn?t deserve to live in obscurity (nor out of touch with her heart).

She did strike on one idea that could be a win-win situation and also give a perfect excuse to see Jerome the hunk again and again.
?Have you ever considered getting in touch with a promoter for a modeling career??
?I have thought about trying to get my portfolio out there, but I really don?t know where to start and I?m not going to just jump in on any bandwagon that takes advan-?
He was cut off in mid sentence. ?That?s where I might be able to help?. Chirped Jenny. ?There are some magazines and editor staff that I?m always in contact with. These also include the men?s fitness niche, they?re always looking for new faces in their modeling section. You could fit right in easily?.
With that, Jerome sort of locked direct vision into her eyes for a moment. Jenny felt herself tighten up just a little bit on the inside with apprehension. It was a breath of fresh air when he gave his agreement and even suggested to arrange a further meeting to discuss more. They both eventually and grudgingly departed that day with mutually uplifted spirits to say the least.

(the next installment will be much hotter)

[mimolover]

PART 4

That night she stayed up late thinking about him. She could not get that man out of her head; his fascinating hobby, his handsome face, his body?She let her thoughts slip into high fantasy mode as she thought about what it would be like to share a bed with such a stud. Fuck the bed! She wanted to see him in his prime; working out hard, like a real man in his gym. More thinking about that gym of dreams again?

Jenny had read somewhere that 5foot 7 inches was the average height of a grown man in the olden days. Now at times it seemed like 6+ was the going rate, with 120 pound shifting right up to 180 as the typical weight for a young man. The average youth of the day was now just a big as a linebacker of yesteryear. She thought back to her old high school biology classes about evolution and differences between males and females in the wild. She kept thinking about the sexual dimorphism in some species going to extremes were the males were destined to fight for the right to mate, sometimes growing to excess of double the mass of their rather ordinary looking sisters. Now if only the male of her own species would fight over her, OH the heartache! And they barely even knew she existed.


She pictured herself having the right to examine and inspect the muscular beauties that modern bodybuilding was producing. Watching thousands of years of natural selection compressed into a single session at the gym. Men finishing the stage of early maturity in their life and turning into bestial specimens that towered over their girlfriends. Seeing them all being led by their man into the gym and standing side by side in comparison would draw a smile on Jenny?s face. The women of the future would look like dolls in comparison to their gigantic husbands and boyfriends. The men now significantly taller, but dramatically more filled out. Absolutely stuffed with muscle and always hungry for more. It would be heaven to watch them eat all day, just stuffing more food into their hungry squared jaws to fill up their heavy stomachs. They would get bigger and heavier from their huge diets, feeling their guts like they were carrying an entire farm animal in there. Turning almost everything they ate into solid muscle, they would probably get increasingly dominant and ready to flaunt their masculinity. She wanted big men, and she would gladly live in a society that was built around it.


Her fantasy brute would always show her off as his arm candy in public, being soft and gentle with her in day to day life. But at home, she was to be the one put in their place. She loved the idea of being owned and completely dominated by a half a ton of brawn and muscle. He would make her exist to serve his needs and his strength by all her means necessary. Helping him build himself up to even greater proportions by keeping him spotted under his barbells, and feeding him till he was stuffed full 24/7 would hardly seem like a chore than a passion to a girl like her.


How would society treat such a change? When would everyone start to grow concerned when their sons suddenly went through a second puberty? The more she thought about it, the more wet she became. The growing boys would be visibly puffing up and out with extra bodymass and starting to look very stout and dangerous. Devouring everything in sight, lifting and flexing every day, building up their muscles into titanic sizes, bending over to let you look them in the eye; boys like that would be difficult to control for long.
She kept thinking about the fascinating man named Jerome that had suddenly appeared in her life to the point of obsession. It sounded like he knew how to keep himself nice and fit and had clearly made progress with bodybuilding in all the right places. As the time passed, they made further contact, but Jenny showed more and more fascination with the gentle giant that was always so keen to greet her and make company. After about a fortnight on and off, she felt the tension in the back of her throat and the nagging spirits at the sides of her head urging herself to make some kind of move and desperately wishing he would take her over his shoulder and drag her back to his lair. It was during a somewhat drizzly day together that she knew that time had come.


They were sitting together at his place on one of those large overstuffed sofas. Jenny was intensely enthralled with the books and magazines she was reading (and looking at the pictures) concerning the subject of bodybuilding. From cover to cover, the men in these pictures were enormous strong specimens. To say she wanted to compliment them on their strong physiques was an understatement ? she wanted to worship the male muscle as absolute studs. Every inch of them was bronzed and bulbous with obscene amounts of sinew and veins. They were lifting incredible weights that were heavier than her, dripping with sweat in ragged workout gear, and showing off for the camera shamelessly. The alpha males were posed on almost every page, ages ranging from late teens to early middle ages, all just as muscular and powerful looking as ever. They were determined to pump themselves up and they did it, ending up wondrously bloated. Articles about their diets and supplementation regimes turned her on big time. The models in the pages were preferred to have skinny waists for their shredded abs. But some of them had grown roidguts and held them very handsomely. All that extra powerful looking brawn looked amazing on a real man?s body. They even had the gall to compare them to the ?super cows? grown only for their meat. Jenny loved that little sobriquet that had been going around in the bodybuilder subculture for some time. Calling a young man a bull touched her on the heart; they wanted to grow him even bigger just like a well bred prize calf. These boys were Belgian blue minotaurs that loved being big and muscly. Gym boots stomping like the polished hooves of a large majestic beast, their bodies hardening and swelling from the force of growing beef, and their mighty fists hanging out at angles from their over pumped shoulders.


All Jenny could think or talk about was what they had from Jerome?s library on the coffee table in from of her. A few times she had grown curious about some kind of terminology or something seen in those repetitive sports magazines and asked him ?are you sometimes like that?? or ?is that normal??. She had brushed her hand over his shoulder and arm before, and could not help but poke him in the stomach after looking at the shredded midsections of her muscular soft porn stars. Their vision met in the softened light and their gazes froze as they stared into each others eyes.
?Are you fond of having me over?? she asked.
He did not reply verbally. He leaned forward across the sofa, placed one hand behind her neck and started kissing her deeply while she could only bring herself to sigh in relief and moan for more.

[mimolover]

I was actually hoping to get more comments from this thread. oh well..

[dcowboi]

Hot as ...Me

[Mdlftr]

Interesting writing.

The author goes from talking about sexual dimorphism between genders in species, to comparing bodybuilders to Belgian Blue cattle, known for their huge muscle mass. I particularly liked the line about,

"....Gym boots stomping like the polished hooves of a large majestic beast, their bodies hardening and swelling from the force of growing beef, and their mighty fists hanging out at angles from their over pumped shoulders."


Perhaps she could get a bit wild herself with her fantasy guy? Keep writing!
Good job!

Mdlftr

[BlackChrome]

Originally Posted by mimolover

I was actually hoping to get more comments from this thread. oh well..

Sorry, I was too busy being enraptured and spraying the walls. Forgive me.

[ts1976]

Sorry for the belated comment! I'm very much looking forward to seeing where you go with this story.

[mimolover]

PART 5

They kissed and touched each other for ages. She had her eyes closed as she enjoyed this private extacy, but it hardly made a difference since her reading glasses were completely steamed over. She wanted to be taken by him so bad, already at his mercy whenever he wanted. Big mans hands that seemed to cover her whole body went from her breasts, followed her bra strap around her shoulders, fumbled around, then hefted her ass up onto his lap. She grinded herself into his middle and kissed him back hard with renewed passion. She wanted to please him, just show him the goods and turn him into an animal. Her own fingers were trembling when she took them from his strong masculine features and unbuttoned her shirt. He didn?t need much encouragement to hook his fingers under the cups of her bra and let her tits bounce free. She undid the rest from behind just she felt his hot breath and stubbly cheeks graze over her feminine torso. She moaned again out loud.
?Tell me what you want sweetheart? whispered his lowered husky voice.
?Hold me down and do whatever you want to me? she gasped back in reply in a voice that now sounded a croaky as worn out whores.
She knew she was uncoordinated and amateurish in his grip, while her mate didn?t look like he ever had a problem getting pussy. He pocked her in the chest and pinned her on her back like a puppy wanting her tummy rubbed. Her pelvis was still raised on his lap, now bulging and poking her with another kind of growth. She peered at him through the foggy gauze of her steamed over spectacles as he leaned over. She saw the outline of a sexual predator toying with his prey. He removed his shirt along with the buckle of her belt sending her heart pounding like a jackhammer. He was fulfilling her fantasy piece by piece, dominating her in their tender moments. The pair of them were now topless and ready to fuck the night away. He kept moving in tighter and even more imposing than ever. His chest swelled over her vision as she felt her lower body being lifted up at his loins. His beefy paw still held her down at her chest, covering over her heart, while his other hand snatched both her writsts like a doll being positioned.
?I know you have been looking at other men in pictures, and I know what you have been fantasizing about. You?re a submissive little slut for muscle Jenny. You need men on steroids to keep you pimped out.?
Her whole body was shaking. Jerome?s voice was so erotic. He was growling at her in a deep masculine bedroom voice that simply commanded her body to get all horned up out of control. It was all true too. She desired men who had grown themselves very big and very very strong indeed. She wanted men who could embrace male beauty in her eyes as nothing but big mountains made of all muscle. And not just any size; they needed to be big, pumped up, handsome piles of muscle on muscle. Something that could be compared to a bull, taken into the matadors ring and sized up in aggression. Just one loud smack on their cruel fist in the palm of her dream man?s hand sending any fierce charger bull to back right off and baulk at the size the males of her species were achieving.
He was staring right into her eyes over the reading glasses perched on the bridge of her nose, then he began kissing his way to the G spot between her neck and the corner of her jaw. She was being driven wild! He had her panting hard and moaning, thrashing about from the pleasure centers tormenting her body, and totally unable to resist at all. The slathering beast sank his coarse muzzle into her ear and smooched like a mule eating an apple. She squealed in delight with each kiss. His free hand was manhandling her jeans and underwear right off her without her permission. All she could do was close her eyes and whimper as she readied herself to lose her virginity and ?ready? didn?t even describe it. She called out, moaned, whimpered and squealed as he had his way pressing into her soft flesh. She wanted a beast that neither cared nor was abated by her pathetic whimpering and she got one. He was snorting between kissing and licking the nape of her neck with steamy breath that mixed with the body heat radiating between them.
He had her stripped bare and held down as he powered over the top of her. She begged for him to be gentle but the gasping of her breath and the humping of her hips told him she wanted it rough. Jerome undid the remainder of his close fitting clothes from his lower body and let his penis spring forward to throb with his strong athletic heart beat. It looked just like the rest of him; thick, strong, heavy, and very masculine. While sitting up over her, he reached down and picked off her fogged over reading glasses and tossed them aside. Such cockiness and arrogance being thrust over her was certainly unusual treatment compared to how the pair of them usually met and now neither of them ever wanted to go back. He wrapped his thick hand around the shaft of his cock and began masturbating himself slowly right in front of her face. It was the most beautiful thing the had ever seen in a long time. A handsome man pleasing himself sexually, letting his sperm rich pre cum trickle out as he pumped his hard cock.
?Sir? she gasped.
He continued to jerk his virile cock more.
?SIIIR? she gasped again.
?what is it now Jenny?? he replied in his deep bedroom voice.
?Fuck me sir, your so fucking handsome? now she was even talking dirty for him, she was so desperate to get laid.
Without a reply, he held her gaze as he guiding himself into her. He liked this girl a lot, he knew she had a wet spot for muscle, and he knew he was going to be the man to break her in.

[chicken legs]

Originally Posted by BlackChrome

Sorry, I was too busy being enraptured and spraying the walls. Forgive me.

haha..I agree..good stuff