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Jen' Part 6 Hi, My name is Jen, and I'm a muscle adict. We arrived at the Weider building in the San Fernando Valley. The place was amazing. There were bodybuilders everywhere. We checked in with the receptionist who sees bodybuilders every day, but still couldn?t take her eyes off Brian and Thor. I guess they just don?t make ?em that big anymore. Being late on Sunday, the building was pretty much empty. We were escorted down a long hall way to the photo studio. All the offices and cubicles along the way were empty, except for one where there was a gorgeous Asian girl sitting at her computer. We entered the studio and met the photographer then the receptionist left. She had just been waiting for us (Well Brian and Thor) as we were the last shoot of the day. Thor and Brian asked the photographer if he would mind having us girls in the shoot and he agreed that it would be OK. We were all so excited! "Hmm, now let?s see" Said the photographer as he studied us like objects. "There?s five of you, huh?" "That?s right" I said "I see. Well...maaaybeee.....no....maybe...if.....I?ll tell you what. Thor, you go stand over there and do a double bi pose. And Girls. You go behind him and...No, I don?t like it. You know what we need?" "What" we all asked. "We need another girl. Is anyone still in the building?" He asked "I noticed a really hot girl in a cubicle down the hall" I replied. "Oh that?s Kendra, she loves these shoots. I?ll go get her." The photographer came back in with Kendra. "Wow! Look at you two" she said grinning from ear to ear "This is really going to be worth getting away from my computer for a few minutes" The photographer interrupted "Kendra, this is Jen, Denise, Lisa, and These guys are Brian and Thor. Jen, Denise, Lisa, Brian, Thor... Kendra" "Nice to meet you" we all said. "OK" the photographer continued "Lets get on with the shoot. What I think I?m going to do now is take individual pictures of Brian and Thor with you girls. Brian, you first. Go over to that background and let me see a double bi pose." Brian did as instructed and his biceps were HUGE covered in flowing cords of veins "Perfect, hold just like that" said the photographer as he walked over to Brian and placed a step stool next to him and then went back to his tripod. "Denise, you look good with Brian. Go next to him and get on that stool" She did "Now, give him a real sexy look like you?re hungry for him and open your mouth wide like you are going to take a bite out of an apple and bite into his flexed bicep right at the peak. That?s it, now keep those eyes on him like you really want him. That;?s good. Hold that pose. Now Jen, go around to Brian?s other side and give him that same sexy look. But kind of come around from behind him and put one hand on his abs and stick your tongue out and get a good sensual lick of the under belly of his pec. We want to make him look delicious" And that he did! Flash, Flash, Flash. "We?re done" Said the photographer "Now, Thor what will we do with you? Lisa, lay down on the floor for a sec. Good, now Kendra, get on Thor?s shoulders" Thor knelt down and Kendra got on "Wow, Thor your huge muscles feel incredible under my ass and thighs" She bent her head down and whispered in his ear "I think I?m going to cumm on your neck" "OK Thor, walk over to Lisa, stand between her legs and face her. Now, Lisa lift up your legs and form a "V" with Thor in the middle. Kendra, form a "V" with your legs and touch your feet to Lisa?s. Thor, flex a most muscular pose. Good. Now Lisa, tilt your head back at look up at the camera. Kendra, sexy smiiiiile," Flash, Flash, Flash . This was an incredible picture with Kendra and Lisa forming a diamond with their legs with a huge muscleman in the middle of them. I cant wait until this issue comes out! "OK, We?re done" Said the photographer. "Thanks, it was a great shoot. I?ll call you when the profs are ready. Thor, Brian, there?s showers, and a dressing room down the hall. See ya later Kendra." Kendra went back and started working on her computer, We were waiting for Thor and Brian in the hall near her cubicle. I peaked in. "So Kendra, what do you do here?" I Asked "I?m just in customer service for magazine distribution" She replied "I see" I said as I noticed four framed doctorate degrees from universities on the wall of her cubicle "And the degrees?" I had to ask. For the life of me, I couldn?t figure out what someone with those degrees was doing at a magazine distribution job." "Look, can you girls keep a secret?" Kendra asked. " Girl, we ARE a secret!" Said Lisa "OK, well this job is kind of just a cover. You see I have a whole other business at my house and I basically use this job to network to clients" "Clients! Are you a prostitute?" Stupidly asked Denise "No, no, no... It?s not like that. You see, these bodybuilders all come to me to get bigger.... If you know what I mean" "Oh Steroids." We all said " So that?s how you make your real money. "No, not exactly" She continued. "You see, I get paid pretty good for what I do, but the real reason I do this is because I am completely and utterly obsessed with huge musclemen and strength and I?m in this more for the "favors" my clients grant me. The bigger I make them the more I get satisfied. The money is just an added benefit." Our three jaws dropped "WOW!" "You girls need to come check out my apartment." "OK We?re ready" Our conversation was interrupted when Brian and Thor came walking down the hall. "Here?s my number. Call me" Kendra handed them a sticky note with her number on it. We were all in the parking lot and about to get in to Thor?s Cadillac, but I couldn?t wait. My pussy was humming and I could just read the same feeling from Denise and Lisa. "Guy?s, I said We were talking with Kendra inside and she kind of invited us over. You know, a "girl thing". Would you mind if we caught up with you a little later? We?ll get a ride back to your place." "That?s fine by us" Said Brian "We need to get some training in anyway". We all kissed and said good bye. We three girls ran back into the building as fast as we could strait to Kendra?s cubicle. "Kendra, could we take you up on your offer to see your place tonight?" I kind of bluntly asked "Sure Im done here anyway" We got in Kendra?s car and went to her place. It was a beautiful house in a real nice area about 5 minutes from where we were. We walked in. The house seemed pretty normal. Really no sign that a muscle fetishist lived here. "Can I Get you a drink?" She asked "Not for me" I said "No" " Nope, Thanks" The others followed. "OK Then, Follow me" We went to the back of the house and Kendra opened a door that lead to a huge room. It looked like a cross between a fetish domination room and a gym. But the equipment and gadgets were different. There were all kinds of strength demonstration apparatuses, like these seats with special handles on them that it looked like the bodybuilders used to work out with Kendra and all sorts of other things of that nature. There were also pictures of her clients all over. Huge guys, everywhere, like I?ve never seen before. We were in heaven and couldn?t wait to come back and use this place. Watch for pt 7 |
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More of these stories please !! More Please !! |
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Very different from most of the stuff on here!! Very fun! Thanks!! |
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Personally I really love sex stories implying superb women and really huge and sexy male bodybuilders. Keep going !! |
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If you like girl having fantasy sex with a muscle guy or growth stories, check out my BIG DRAGON - THE ULTIMATE BOYFRIEND UPGRADE. Which I just put on this forum: http://www.musclegrowth.org/forum/showthread.php?t=6786 It should be a no-brainer, but there are tons of girls that fantasize about muscle studs. And muscle growth too. I suppose maybe because some of our real life boyfriends have been nice but not muscle stud types! |
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Thanks esperanto for your contribution, i just wanted to send this message to let you know its appreciated that you clearly put a lot of work into what you wrote and its quite well done. I look forward to seeing more. it is appreciated |
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[more of these please, Campbell !! |
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found 2 tasty stories I was checking out literotica.com and found two stories that made me have some wonderful reactions. I was suprised the author was a woman like myself and to me she really hit the spot. Her username is McKenna and the two that I read were "For the honour of Clan Tavish" and "Private Property: No Trespassing". Check'em out. |
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I love it best when both genders grow huge and have sex in the end. __________________ A paladin of righteous strength and retribution, bringing hope to his allies. www.forum.ld4all.com <-- Lucid Dreams allow you to experience all this we talk about on the MG forums. www.furaffinity.net <-- Furries. You might even find buff ones. ^^ www.wikipedia.org <-- Seek articles over stuff here. |
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I found these stories on the internet: It took me a while to find it in the google archives, going on a flawed memory of the text. I finally hit it. This was one of the first hetero muscle-lust stories I ever read. I haven't found much since then. Would LOVE to find others. -------------- Let me begin by stating that as far as I am concerned, MUSCLE is sexy. I am heterosexual male - a bodybuilder, 32. I am a very large bodybuilder standing just under 6" and crushing the bathroom scales with 275-285 pounds of solid, symmetrical muscle. I will be candid with you - I feel that I am the sexiest bodybuilder of them all. Without an ounce of conceit, I can honestly say that ever since I broke the 200 lb. mark and really began to show noticeable muscle size, my social and sex life began to escalate. Suddenly women were flirting with me more often and I found myself always popular with the ladies and more and more often "scoring" with them. My high school buddies were green with envy that first summer after graduation. We'd hang out down at the beach and while they were struggling to impress the girls with their surfing talent, witty conversation and whatever else they had to offer - new cars, clothes, drugs, etc. All I had to do was pedal my ugly looking beach cruiser through the sand over to their blanket, do a little flexing and showing off and the girls would all start to sort of ignore them and start drooling and flirting with me. I would love to stroll around among them all in my bikini briefs with my huge calves and thighs bulging ( even then my calves were 19" - at 210 lb) thighs 30". This flood of positive attention made me get really fired up to get even more muscular. By the following summer, I was up to 245, tanned and smooth shaven, as powerful as a stud bull and twice as horny. Ironically all the other guys looked even smaller than they did a year before. They had a weak, emaciated look due to excessive drug and alcohol abuse. This rendered them all even less attractive and when compared to me - the stark contrast in our physiques was dramatic. So dramatic that I quickly found myself alone a lot as the other guys would avoid me. I mean I was still very friendly and all to them - it's not like I played the beach bully and kicked sand in their faces, although once right before these certain two guys decided to stare clear of me, I did sort of humiliate them one afternoon by stealing one of their girlfriends. I was feeling real horny and this one girl was extremely sexy and vivacious. She was with this guy who played in a local night club band, a Bob Seger type, built like a reed (as in skinny). I knew him through mutual friends. Anyway, I decided to join them (2 guys, 2 girls) uninvited. I really wanted to get to know her better. I was fresh out of the gym and every muscle on my body was hard, bulging, fully pumped and huge. I took about a 200 yard swim- just to "top off" the pump then I plowed up through the sand to their blanket. They all said hi, then just sort of stared at me with their mouths hanging open. I had a striking resemblance to Berry DeMey's physique back then - (today it's more like Mattarazzo). I focused on that one gal and as I talked I was dripping and spraying ocean water all over this dude laying there next to her. I had her undivided attention and the guy, tired of getting drenched, got mad and said "Do you freaking mind, man?" as he gave me this real dirty look. He was lying on his back with his head up and his hands blocking the sun - I don't think he realized how much muscle he was talking to. I smirked at him - said, "Not at all tough guy" then I planted my 11 EEE into his skinny chest and literally stepped on him. I got out of his way by flattening by flattening him with my first step. His "girl" was giggling as I walked away from them all toward the concession stand leaving him coughing and sputtering obscenities. When I first decided that I was going to step on him, I got this real excitement and my cock became stimulated. I actually got turned on by treating him the way I did - I mean I had total control and domination over him. As I walked away, I recalled how wild animals fight - males fight males - in order to establish supremacy and ultimately the rite of passage and the right to the female they are fighting over - it's a sexual thing. The fact that I so utterly overpowered this guy - I mean all that I would have had to do would have been to jump on him one time with both feet and he would have been history, squashed like a bug. There was no "fight" about it, just 245 lbs of muscle conquering his 140 lbs. of "girly" flesh. I thought to myself about how I would feel to a girl who is used to hugging that bean pole and how much more virile I was than he was - and that was turning me on. The fact is that, back then, and to this day, I am capable of achieving these enormous erections - rock hard, like an iron bar and I can maintain them for a long time - hours with the right person. I really wanted to show her what a muscleman could do to her and that was making me very horny, very aggressive, very excited. Marvelously, she was just as if not MUCH more excited about me than I was. She came up to me at the concession stand - about 10 min. after I had used her date as a carpet. She was all smiles and had this look all over her face that screamed "seduce me". To say she was impressed would be an understatement - I thought she might be mad at me for being a brute. Instead she praised me and told me that he was beginning to bore her. She told me that she LOVED the way I "crushed" Denny. Within 45 minutes, she was practically begging me to fuck her. When I got her alone behind closed doors, she went absolutely nuts on me. I mean she gave me a tongue bath from head to toe (literally). She worshipped me so intensely that I became totally uninhibited. I had her completely under my control. She loved EVERYTHING that I did or said. I started flexing for her. For about 30 minutes before I finally plowed into her, our foreplay consisted of me hitting poses and her falling all over me. She made me real sexually aggressive - real take charge. She worshipped muscle and power and I was really giving it to her - giving her what she wanted. I started really showing off. For example, we were in my efficiency apartment and I had a real narrow bathroom door - narrower than most - around 20 inched. I was (and am) very broad shouldered. Wearing just my bikini briefs, I flexed my lats and delts and intentionally got "stuck" in the door frame. She freaked out at my mass. Later, right before we made it, I went outside and "borrowed" my neighbors Sears Roebuck style barbell. It had these enormous plates filled with sand on this flimsy bar. It looked like around 300 lbs. but it was only actually around 120. I had no weights since I worked out in the gym. Just for fun, I went and got this guy's barbell and proceeded to pump up before her eyes - with curls, tricep extensions and presses. I ended up squatting with the bar over my shoulders and in a display of brute power, I literally bent the bar in half over my traps. She flipped out at the sight and practically leaped at my bikini briefs. I scooped her up like she was a feather in my arms and carried her to my bedroom. The door was shut and instead of reaching down to turn the door knob - I just grunted an put on beefy foot on it and pushed it open with one firm push. The latch just ripped apart and I bulldozed through with her. About an hour later, I was peeling her off my bed - she was totally exhausted and limp. I just whipped up a protein shake as she stared at me as if she was in a state of shock. Since that day, I've sought out women who worship muscle - and very successfully. I've discovered that the more massive I've become, the sexier women think I am. (I would LOVE to meet up with that gal today - at 280 lbs.) Women are constantly reminding me of how "gorgeous" I am and how much I turn them on, telling me that when they see me at the beach, they go home and masturbate. |
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A couple a weeks ago my wife invited her (girl) friend over for dinner. Her name is Karin. Karin had just broked up with here boyfriend so my wife thought she needed some company. It was a worm summer evening and we had the dinner outside in garden. I wore shorts and a tight shirt. I dressed like this on purpose, because I wanted to see Karin?s reaction. I have been working out for a couple of years and you can really see the result. I?m blessed with very muscular legs and especially large calves. My calves a close to 50 cm They seam to respond to every workout. It didn?t take long before Karin made a comment that she thought that I looked so muscular and squezed my arm. I did not flex because my wife was at the table, but God that turned me on!! The hours went on and so did the wine bottles. All three got a bit drunk. During dinner I noticed that Karin could not keep her eyes away from my legs. When my wife hade to leave the table to get our children to bed, Karin made her move. She said that male bodybuilders were the sexiest she could think of, and she thougt that I looked like one. She grabbed my thigh and asked me to flex, and so I did. Then she asked me to stand up and pull up the trunks so she could see better, without hesitating I stood up and started to flex. Here hands were all over my legs. She tried to reach aroud my left calf with two hands but failed. She didn?t say much she just smiled. This went on for about 10 min. Then we heared my wife comming down the stairs, we sat down and pretended that nothing had happend. When she, after a couple of hours, left we hugged and she pinched my butt (my wife did not notice) and smiled. This is the best experience I have ever had. I was so turned on that I could burst. I?m dying for her next visit. |
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Last evening, my wife had a co-worker, Traci, over for dinner. She is a very cute 23 year-old. During dinner, we each had several glasses of wine. After we were done eating, we were sitting around chatting. I know that my wife is always trying to get Traci fixed up with various guys, and none of them had worked out. At some point, I asked Traci what she was looking for in a man. "I like athletic guys. I think a sense of humor and intelligence are very important, but I really need a man with some meat on his bones. You know, muscle!", she said with a giggle. My wife gave me a sidelong glance. I guess it was the wine that got to her, but she said, "You should see HIS biceps, they are awesome!" Now I had been wearing a short-sleeve T-shirt, but I can fill it out pretty well, especially in the sleeves. I am pretty sure that Traci had noticed this. "Ohhh, show me. Let me see your muscle!", cooed Traci, without a trace of sarcasm. And she leaned forward to see better. The wine apparently got to me too, because I shrugged and without pulling back the sleeve, lifted my arm, turned to face Traci, and flexed my right bicep. The sleeve immediately lost any extra room and began to stretch. My biceps peak swelled upward and the tricep swelled downward. As the bicep peak grew, it pushed the sleeve back towards my huge shoulder, which also ominously stretched the fabric of my T-shirt. Traci's face turned red and she was immmediately stunned. I guess that I do have some impressive expansion, but I think that she had no idea that my bicep would peak into a large round ball, much bigger than even a softball. I can only imagine that her experiences to date with the male bicep has been somewhat disappointing. Not any more. "Oh my God!", Traci practically moaned. My wife looked like the cat that ate the canary. She was looking lovingly from the other side. At this point, I straightened out my arm and really crushed a flex. I was really getting into it, Traci's eyes were dull with lust. My fist was shaking. I don't think that I have ever seen my bicep look bigger. The peak looked like it had a peak of its own. The split in the bicep ran near the top and was very pronounced. Traci's jaw sagged. "Go ahead and feel it", I confidently said. She reached out tentatively and placed her hand on the peak and lightly rubbed it. "It feels like a rock!", she said. "A very big and very hard rock." "Try to squeeze it as hard as you can", I said. She put her left hand under my tricep and touched her thumbs together. "My God, can not even get TWO hands around this arm. My fingers are three inches apart!" I barely felt her fingers try to crush my engorged bicep. I saw that her fingertips were turning white and her hand shook slightly. "Are you squeezing?", I laughed. While she squeezed, I again straightened out my arm and crushed another flex while she held on for dear life. Watching her hands come apart effortlessly was a real turn on. After that we talked some more, but Traci had to leave. As she left, she took another long look at my arm, which I would have happily flexed, had she asked. But she did not. A little while after she left, my wife grabbed my right arm and said "I'll bet I know what she is going to think about tonight when she fingers herself!" "Oh yeah?", I said, as I peeled off my shirt. Slowly, I flexed my lats until they bulged out from under my arms. Then I moved to her and slowly flexed the bicep that so interested Traci right in my wife's face. She moaned slightly and kissed it, lingering a little with her tongue. Looking up at me, she said, "I know how she feels, I am about to explode. Let's go upstairs now and you can flex ALL of your muscles for me." |
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This was one of the last ones that I wrote. I always like this one and it explains my workout motivation a lot... I love flexing. I always have. I have been working out seriously for over 20 years and in that time I have always loved the look of my biceps. I have been blessed with good genetics in my arms, with great peaks and good overall mass. A nineteen inch arm is very impressive when the peak almost stands straight up. I love flexing for other people too, especially women. I used to amuse myself when a woman that I was dating or I was interested in used to give me the PC line about how muscles "were not important". Yet, when we were alone, her hands would immediately find my arms for caressing. I would always flex too. I never cared if it looked "conceited", I worked hard for these guns and if somebody showed interest, I loved flexing. I dated many women before I got married. In no case was the initial attraction purely based on physical looks, but not one of them failed to eventually love flexing as a sexual foreplay. One woman I dated was very politically correct, but one day early in our courtship she let on that she "kinda liked the look of muscular arms". Then she put her hand on my right bicep and smiled in that knowing way. Ten minutes later, she was riding my cock while I laid on the bed in a double-biceps pose, her hands intensely feeling and gobbling up the hardness of my biceps. Another woman from New York City I dated briefly said during our first "make out" on the couch that she "could tell I had big muscles." I smiled and cranked a right bicep the size of a cantaloupe right in her face and said, "you mean this?" Fifteen minutes later, I was sitting in a chair, naked while she rode on top. Her hands, eyes and mouth all told be to flex over and over and over. She couldn't get enough. She actually gave my bicep peak a blow job, licking up one side and down the other over and over. Because my peak is so high, she actually tried to take it in her mouth like a cock. It was one of the most incredibly sexual events of my life. She was practically shouting about how "fucking huge" it was and how tiny I made her feel. God, I came about three times in that chair. I have no idea how many times she came, but if her screams and her tight pussy was any indication, she was not disappointed. Later that night, she had me doing push-ups, while she rode facedown on my back, feeling my triceps. One woman from my office was attracted to me when I was single. She was very nice (and nice looking), but I didn't really want to get involved with anybody that I work with. Too many uncomfortable situation could arise. One day -- to be nice -- I did offer to move some furniture at her apartment on a Saturday. I showed up ready to work, wearing a t-shirt with the sleeves cut off. I am not sure that she had ever seen my arms bare before, but her eyes were dull with lust from the moment that I walked through the door. Maybe I was being a jerk, because I knew that I wasn't going to sleep with her, but I really started to show off my muscle and power, moving things around. At one point, she wanted to move a couch, I just bent down and picked the whole couch up. When she said "wow!" I shifted slightly and then slowly brought the couch up and over my head, pressing it up and down slowly with no visible effort. Then, while she was sitting in a chair, I went over and picked the chair up, with her in it and held her with my arms bent at 90 degrees. Guess where her hands were. After we were done, we were sitting on her deck having iced tea, when she offered that she liked men that were "stacked". Which she then went on to explain meant strong arms and shoulders. Giving me a knowing look, I took my cue and gave her my best double-biceps. One of the very best things is that "first look". That moment of pure shock when a woman finally gets to see my muscles and realizes that not only is she not disappointed, as she expected, but she is actually stunned at the size and shape of my biceps. That pause when she cannot think of anything to say except maybe a little "oh" sound. I love asking them at that moment, "How's this?" and offering them my big peaked right bicep for a feel. I have yet to have any woman say "no thanks". Most don't want to stop. She didn't either. She reached out and tried to look casual while she tested my bicep's hardness, but I could tell that there was nothing casual about it. If I had wanted to, I could have fucked her right there, on her deck, with the world watching and she would have loved it. After watching me for over an hour show off my strength and now showing her a perfect male biceps, one that she probably to this day still masturbates about, she was sopping wet. I actually think that she might have had a mini-orgasm right there, feeling my muscles. Her eyes closed and she tensed for a second or two. I kinda helped at that point, by tensing my biceps even more and turning wood into steel under her hands. Inside every woman is a muscle-whore waiting to come out. They all love it. It may not be #1 or even #10 on their "list", but let me tell you, once those clothes are off and she is looking to fuck, muscles -- especially biceps -- move to #1 immediately. Which brings me to my wife. I have written about her in the past, but she was a muscle-whore waiting to be born. She never allowed herself to indulge in these things until she met me. Now she is all about muscles. My muscles, her muscles, muscles on others. It is kinda cool. The other day, I walked into the bathroom and she was flexing in the mirror, checking out her guns. They looked great! She is right-handed, but her left bicep has a really cool peak on it. I love the fact that she was just casually flexing. I started rubbing and feeling her biceps while she proudly flexed them for me. Her biceps and shoulders are pretty amazing these days with lots of size and hardness. Her confidence and hard body got my attention and I fucked her right there in the bathroom. My wife loves to find new ways to bring muscles into our sexual foreplay and is very inventive. She loves for me to flex too, especially in public. She loves other people's reaction to my muscles. She likes to see other women lusting after me and she especially loves to see men humiliated by the difference in my arms versus theirs. A couple of times, she has made me flex for her girlfriends and their respective boyfriends so she could revel in their "first time" reactions to my arms and also to see how defeated the other men are by my presence. More than once, the men protested that it was "OK" and their girlfriends don't actually want to see my biceps, only to have them overruled by the girlfriends themselves. My wife loves to muse about the fact that her best friend fucks her boyfriend, but fanticizes about my body at the same time. |
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Great stories Ender65! Please tell us more! |
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Ender65, I'd love to see a picture of your bicep. I'm very curious to see if it lives up to the stories. |
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Just bumping this story...lol I love it.. |
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Excellent writing, great description of situations. I'd add in more 'wow' to the reactions, more worshiping, even begging. |
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http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v4...1/Vance003.jpg http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v4...1/Vance025.jpg http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v4...1/Vance035.jpg This is teen bodybuilder Vance Varian. I'm certain he can have any woman he wants just by flexing a bicep. It wouldn't surprise me if the girls hanging from his arms are in fact dating other guys, but it's clear from the look on their faces that they can't help themselves. His biceps are so big and so hard that even a woman's full weight can't flatten them one bit (which is to be expected if he can stand toe to toe with Flex Wheeler) |
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I really enjoyed that story, especially the part at the end where the muscle guy is feeling his wife's biceps and shoulders, describing them as big and hard. |
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Great stories! Keep posting. |
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I love it Any ladies here into mLe muscle growth contact me at [email protected] |
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Just posted a part to a story that features the muscle-bound hero fucking a woman he's long had a crush on. It's part of a space opera here: The Lost Son, Torsec Part 4. |
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Jen pt 7 (after 5 years) Jen Part 7. After 5 years of putting this aside, I finally got inspired again. Excited as we were, it was getting late and we had to get back to Thor and Brian. But just as we were leaving, I noticed a door in the room that looked like one of those doors in a hotel room that links two rooms together. I had to ask. ?what?s behind this door?? ?Hmm, I was going to save that for next time? said Kendra. ?But now that you asked, it links to the apartment next door where I let my prized project..I mean.. client live? ?Is he home?? I asked. ?well, I don?t know? said Kendra. ? I?ll check, but you guys better take a seat. I don?t think you can be prepared for what you are about to see and experience if he is. Eugene, you here??Gene.?? Shouted Kendra while knocking on the door. The three of us were sitting and we started to hear floors cracking and felt a little rumble that got stronger and closer to the door. It opened. No words. Just muscle. He was twice the size of Brian and Thor combined, wearing nothing but posing trunks, as if he was always ready and waiting for Kendra?s beckoning call. He basically looked just like a thousand pound tower of pure muscle. Kendra took Eugene by the hand and lead him through the door (which he barely squeezed through) . She posed him in front of us in display. Words from either of us are still not possible. ?Eugene, can you show my new friends what I have created? ? Girls, I know you said you were late, but I figured, under the circumstances? ?No, really, we have all night? I said, Denise and Lisa nodded in agreement. ?OK. Then, Let?s get started. Gene, up on the stool.? Eugene stepped up on a heavy duty stepstool about 3 feet in the air. ?Now girls,? Said Kendra ?Don?t be disturbed by what I am about to do. I promise you will like the outcome!? Kendra slipped a noose made of 2 inch thick rope over Eugene?s 30 inch neck. Then he calmly stepped of the stool and dangled there breathing normally and smiling. Kendra then took the stool and slid it a little closer to him. ?Jen come up to the stool and get on? she said. I was a little uneasy, but Eugene didn?t look like he minded. So i got on the stool. ?Ok now clime on to him and straddle his neck with your legs? I did, and the power I was sitting on was greater than any horse I had ever ridden. At this point Eugene was hanging from a noose with me sitting on his traps with my legs tightly around his neck and my feet could barely touch each other. ?Now for the show? Go ahead Gene baby? Eugene started to flex his neck cords of huge powerful muscle & sinew massaging the inside of my legs like a shiatsu machine. His neck started expanding and the 2 inch thick rope started to snap one strand at a time. It must have grown to 33, then 36 inches. My feet growing further apart from each other as his great muscleneck expanded. The rope was on its last strand. His neck must have been 40 inches round, then ?snap?. We both landed to the ground from 3 feet in the air, but it felt like landing on a pillow because his quads were so huge absorbed the shock of landing and slowly lowered us down. I had never experienced anything like that in my life and slid down from Eugene leaving his neck and shoulders dripping wet. We couldn?t believe there could actually be more of this. ?Oh we?re just getting started? Kendra said. ?we?re going to have fun with Eugene one muscle at a time! J Next event. Eugene was in a foot ball jersey and there was a dummy about the size of Eugene right next to him. Kendra blind folded the three of us and put bags over Gene and the dummy?s heads. Kendra took off our blindfolds and they both looked the same. Kendra said ?now girls, we are going to play a game called ?which one is the real Eugene?. Denise, you take this sledge hammer, and Lisa, dear, you take this one.? ?See these two huge Adonis figures in front of you? One is Eugene whom which I have built shoulders like bowling balls. The other is a dummy with bowling balls under his jersey making up his shoulders. The objective is to slam each shoulder with your sledge hammers. The dummy?s shoulders will shatter and a bunch of bowling ball plaster will fall out from underneath his jersey. That will of course, reveal the real Eugene. What will happen upon impact with the sledge hammer when the real Eugene is struck? You ask. We?ll, let?s just say, that I keep having to replace sledge hammers every time we do this trickJ?. The girls each took one massive strike at their prospective figures. Denise won. ?Taddah!? Kendra said as she pulled off Eugene?s bag & jersey revealing the flesh of the most powerful boulder shoulders on the planet. Lisa walked over there and she and Denise just started licking and worshiping that raw power. I sat this one out & just watched in awe. ?OK we are going to go in order, sooo let?s move on to biceps!? exclaimed Kendra. ?Gene baby could you be a doll and go grab the piano from the living room and the fridge from the kitchen?? Eugene brought in each of the common household items through the entry to the room that was widened and designed especially for this purpose. Kendra attached special chains to the piano and refrigerator designed for this task. Eugene took the piano walked over to the 10 foot wide 4th story window with steel re-enforced ledge and slowly lowered it about half way down by the chain. Holding the chain with the dangling piano with his right hand, he grabbed the fridge with his left and nudged that out the window, slowly lowering down about half way as well. Eugene then knelt down with his knees on the floor and rested his elbows & upper arms flat on the window ledge ( which was about 3 feet off the ground) and started doing bicep curls with the piano in one hand and the refrigerator in the other. He was so incredibly strong we were getting so turned on!! He just continued to curl. Left arm, right arm. Some times both at the same time until his biceps grew to 3 feet thick they bulged and peaked veins covered them like a road map. The peak of each bicep actually seemed to form 3 levels of height with a sharp fuckable nub at the tip top. ?get on!? shouted Kendra.? Let?s ride!? I ran over to the window and straddled his right bicep as he pumped that huge piano up and down. He started to curl really fast causing the third level sharp veinny peak to enter my pussy. It went in and out so fast like a big muscle dick and just gave me the muscle fuck of my life. My eyes were rolling back in my head, my body went limp, and I couldn?t function. So by like 5 minutes of this piano pumping muscle fucking my clit, I just sat there like a rag doll and enjoyed the sheer power fuck. Being used to this, Kendra, on Eugene?s left arm was getting turned on watching me as she rode the bicep more like a mechanical bull. Half unconscious, I could see her out of the corner of my eye. She was smiling while biting the tip of her tongue at the same time (you know that look) and then bit-ting her lip and puckering in total fantasy!! Kendra and I were more tired from riding those enormous heated biceps of molten steel than Eugene was curling thousands of pounds. So we finally got off of him and Lisa and Denise came over and starting rubbing their pussies on his body and feeling those arms has he hoisted the piano and fridge back up through the window. ?Ok so where are we.. Ah, yes? said Kendra ?what time is it?? ?six o?clock? I said ?great, perfect time for back? she said ?Huh?? I asked inquisitively. Kendra answered ?let?s all step out into the building hall way for a bit. Gene Honey? We all followed Kendra out of the front door of her flat to the elevator. ?Perfect? she said ?right on time. See that monitor?? We could see about a half dozen people entering the building from the street on the security monitor about to get into the elevator. Kendra opened what looked like a secret hatch next to the elevator door on her floor. Eugene proceeded to unhook these massive steel cables from inside and hold on to them while sitting on the ground with his feet pushed up against the wall in front of him. We looked at the monitor. The elevator door on the ground floor opened, and the people got in. Kendra pressed a button on the monitor, and the view switched from the front of the building to inside the elevator. ?OK Gene baby 3 4 and 6? she said. Eugene started to hoist the elevator up by pulling the cables. He stopped and held his position when the elevator car got to the 3rd floor. He held it perfectly still, looking at the monitor waiting for the doors to open. ?Lisa, Denise.. go over to him. Experience this, don?t be shy? said Kendra. The girls walked over to Eugene in disbelief. His back was as wide as a semi truck. Dozens of muscles on each side flexed like a rock wall for them to climb. So each took a side and started climbing on his back. They got totally naked and just started fucking his muscles as the doors closed as he continued to hoist the elevator to the 4th floor (which was the one they were on). He stopped, and a few of Kendra?s neighbors got out, and said ?Hi guys? with no reaction to the fact that they were just hoisted up in an elevator to the 4th floor by a man. Guess they?ve seen it before J Lisa and Denise were wrapped up in their naked bodies being lifted by such a mountain of muscles and weren?t really paying attention to where the elevator was or who was getting out of it. ?Last but not least, the 6th floor?. The door closed, and Eugene hoisted. By now his back was just a 10 foot wide field of unstoppable muscle. Lisa and Denise couldn?t even see each other on either side of him. He stopped, let the last passenger out. I walked over to him and grabbed a chunk of lat muscle from underneath. I had to bite it. As Eugene held an elevator six stories high, I took my mouth and bit hard down on his huge fucking wing. I Couldn?t even put a dent or teeth marks in it as I started to rub my pussy and cum uncontrollably. ?Watch this girls? Kendra said. Eugene let go of the cable and the elevator dropped full speed down. Kendra counted to 5 and shouted ?NOW!?. Eugene grabbed the speeding cable and stopped the car 12 inches from the ground floor, gently lowered it to the ground position, and then hooked the cables back on the elevator motor through the hatch in the wall. That was AMAZING!! ?Hey, you girls hungry?? Kendra asked. ?let?s take a dinner break. ?Gene, on your knees? Kendra pulled four bar stools over. Lined them up parallel to his chest and said ?Flex?. He did. Instant lunch counter J Kendra brought over some sandwiches and placed the plates atop his flexed pecs . They were so giant, we could have had room for two more people J ?no meal is complete without flowers? Kendra brought over a vase and placed it between Egene?s pecs. He flexed one more time and the solid ridges of muscle locked in the metal vase with a deathlock J This was by far the best meal I had ever eaten, and I have no idea what it tasted like ! As we finished our sandwiches, sitting upon our bar stools, Kendra asked us to start kicking. We obliged and all started to kick the abdominal muscle in front of us. AB TIME! After cleaning the dishes, Kendra asked if we could help put them away. She kept them on the highest shelf in the kitchen. No step stool needed though. ?Oh Eugene?? cooed Kendra ?Please stand right hear and flex your abs. We need a ladder. ?there you go Jen. Step up on Genie?s abs and put that dish away.? I slipped my shoes off and stuck my foot in the crevice of his first set of his 10 bricks of abdominal muscle, it was much deeper than the rung of a ladder, and much more sturdy, as if it were a concrete step. ?would you like some more dishes dear? Asked Kendra I drew a blank as to what I was doing having my toes wedged between this incredible muscle. But I cleared my head and aid sure, and slowly put two more dishes away. ?Alright girls. Let?s continue to worship these abs in the studio.? Said Kendra We all walked back into the studio from the kitchen. We walked toward what looked like a high monkey bar. On the ground, there was a winch installed (like in the front of a tow truck). Eugene jumped up and grabbed the monkey bar just hanging there. Then he stuck his legs straight out in front of him and held them there. His abs tightened up and flexed harder than any bricks could ever be. ? ok girls go over ad feel Genie?s incredible flexed abs. Then wait ?til you see what I?m a gonna do?? We all went over to Eugene and started groping and admiring his abdominal muscles. Then Kendra took these steel shackles attached to the winch cable on one end and affixed them around Eugene?s ankles at the other. She flicked a switch on the wall and the winch motor (that was made to pull cars out of lakes and ditches) started trying to pull down Eugene?s lags that were still extended straight in front of him. It couldn?t budge them. But the force of this machine pulling on his legs made his abs blow up to impossible size definition, hardness and strength. We thought these abs were the most incredible thing we have ever seen before Kendra turned on the winch motor. But feeling those abs flexing with that machine pulling those legs down was absolutely un describable! ?OK Eugene, baby. Enough of this kid?s stuff. Time to drop trou.? Said Kendra. He did as he was told, and out popped a two foot long 10 inch muscle dick. And I don?t mean that figuratively. I mean it literally. Kendra had actually found a way to create dicks full of muscle for her Experiments? I mean clients. Eugene stood there and actually started to flex his dick. There was no way any woman alive could take this monster on. So Eugene bent his knees lowering himself lower to our level, and what we did was, all three of us just got on and straddled that dick of pure muscle. He stood lifting all three of us off the ground with nothing but his erect muscle cock. Each of us just rode back and forth on his rod letting the rigid muscle rub our clits like cobble stones. Multiple orgasms were, needless to say, very easy to achieve. ?Let?s see, baby. Hmm, now what can we do with those legs of yours?? Kendra went on. Everyone knows that legs are the strongest muscle in the body, and we are definitely fans of strength. But what could possibly top what we have already seen? The first thing we did was measure Eugene?s quads. They were 48 inches round, each! That?s a full four feet!! Kendra asked which of us was the tallest. We were all pretty petite, but Lisa was the tallest by a couple inches. ?Lisa?, said Kendra ?Let me see that tape measure for a sec? Kendra went over to Lisa and measured her from head to toe. ?Perfect 5 feet six inches? she said ?our goal is to get Eugene?s quads to expand to the same length around as the tallest of y?all.? ?But that?s a foot and a half?? I said. ?well, then this will be really impressive. Won?t it? Replied Kendra. ?What we are going to do is grow these puppies to about 5 feet four inches. And since I know you gals love those veins, we will make them protrude two whole inches thick. I have this special machine just for this. Eugene, can you stick your feet in here for me?? Eugene slid his feet in this odd looking machine that just seemed to vibrate. But Kendra said what it was actually doing was one million squats of 3000 pounds each in 10 minutes. We (even Kendra) sat there and watched in awe as his legs grew almost a foot and a half in circumference right before our eyes. We all worshiped them with every inch of our bodies. Feeling the strength and power that nothing animal, vegetable, or mineral has ever possessed. After the machine stopped, Kendra took the tape measure to Eugene?s leg once more.?Just as I predicted. sixty-six inches with two inch thick veins allover that sequoia tree trunk leg. Those veins were truly the most amazing thing I have ever seen. I gently and sensuously bent over and traced the lot of them with my tongue. They tasted like pure power, pure muscle and made my pussy quiver. It was now 8:00 and those guys we came to LA with (I forgot their names, oh yeah, Thor & Brian) must be wondering where we are. Neither of the three of us was in any shape to drove as if there were a such thing as getting drunk off muscle, we just did. So we called a cab and were on our way. [COLOR=white]Hopefully it won?t be another 5 years for Part 8.[/COLOR] Last edited by campbell; August 8th, 2012 at 07:51 AM. |
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That was cool. But I'm left wondering what Gene thinks about being Kendra's "client". Does he enjoy showing off like that? By the way, you might want to edit the font colour, so that people who have the 'Dark Fantasy' page style on can read Part 7 more easily. |
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I edited the color (and a few typos- There are probably more) I think Eugene doesn't talk. I think he is like a "frankenstein's monster" type creation of Kendra's. But I'm not sure. |
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Thanks for the addition! |
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pumped , natural , 20.5+" here , have had simialr experiences |
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Let's here about them |
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Unfortunately, with the new color, the text is all-but-invisible to anyone using the site's other theme. I know this stuff can be a pain here, campbell, and it's not in any way your fault... the issue is entirely with the dated version of vBulletin running the forums. Setting text-color here doesn't really work at all, except in very limited highlighting situations (like my bit of red below...) There is a really simple fix for text-color issues, tho, on posts that don't use any special formatting (italics, bold, etc...) ? which yours doesn't, I think, from a quick scan-thru. You can just clear out all of the text formatting. Just edit your post (again... sorry!), select-all the entire text, and then hit the very first icon in the edit toolbar, to the left of "Fonts" ? it looks like a pair of letter A's with an [COLOR="Red"]X[/COLOR] over them. The tooltip is "Remove Text Formatting", and it'll do exactly that... remove any and all BBCode formatting tags, including color tags ? which means the site will choose a default, readable text color appropriate for each user's theme. (As I said, you don't want to do that on a post that has formatting you want to keep, like italics or bold text, as it'll clear all of that out as well. This only works for "plain-text" posts that picked up unnecessary color- or font-tag "noise" due to a cut-and-paste from another editor. F---ing Word? is especially notorious for that, but it's not the only culprit. ) |
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Thanks. I did that. I think it's better. |
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Some i found on literotica. They are hot! http://www.literotica.com/s/billy-6 http://www.literotica.com/s/dorm-room-confusion http://www.literotica.com/s/the-cabin-in-the-woods |
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The hrefs under the links are invalid, but if you copy and paste the link text into your address bar they work. I thought the billy story in particular was pretty hot (links corrected below). http://www.literotica.com/s/billy-6 http://www.literotica.com/s/dorm-room-confusion http://www.literotica.com/s/the-cabin-in-the-woods |
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Thanks, much appreciated! __________________ "Excuse me Miss, do you like pineapple?" |
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male bb/pl ( 290 pounds ) would like to chat with females who are into muscle |
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