PLANE  PART 8




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This is a continuation of a story where a businessman met a female bodybuilder
on a plane. Ever since, the lucky guy lived from one experience to another.

Because of business I had been away for while. Jane promised to keep in shape
as she always did. She took great pleasure in training her body with intensity
and enjoyed the arousing compliments I made about her body. I knew from
earlier visits that the weeks I was away from her would be rewarded by a
thrilling shock when we got together again. Every time she knew how to
overwhelm me. Every muscle fiber improved and any additional mass was hardened
into steel hard beefy muscular gain. Being with her was fabulous but looking
forward to seeing her while away aroused me almost equally. But in the end,
the instant shock of seeing her extreme body on each rendezvous was the
ultimate - an instant raging hard on and believe me she never missed noticing.

We decided to meet downtown. She didn't want to pick me up at the airport as
she usually did. So I suspected some kind of physical surprise. She argued
that the she didn't need the attention of the crowd when she would grab me and
lift me in a crushing embrace. That is how it ended last time when she picked
me up. She said that she would do some shopping in the mall in her favorite
lingerie shop. She enjoyed my opinion when shopping, especially lingerie.

I was early getting in and arriving at our rendezvous. I did not want to lose
an instant of my reward to come. The lingerie shop covered a large portion of
a department store. It had a second floor with a wide staircase in the middle
leading to an upper floor. Her impressive body would be easy to spot even
though there were racks and hangers all over the area. There were a few other
women with fragile girlish appearances but I knew it wouldn't be difficult to
pick out the woman of my dreams with her massive oversized muscular figure. As
I searched for her the print of her body was etched on my mind.

Suddenly, I sensed a changing atmosphere and a murmuring in the small crowd of
women - some hostile grim looks were observed. My attention became vivid and
was quite certain of the cause of this sensation. I couldn't see her but
finally I looked in the area of the stares and making a quarter turn I saw
Jane already up about three steps on the stairs. I caught a shot of her
completely revealed back, a muscular surface as wide as a bull's back in a
silk blanket skin shapely stretched over deep molded muscular valleys with
abrupt cavities and mountainous ridges. The spine deeply imbedded in the
middle of two vast plates of massive muscle. My arousal was an instant hard on
and extreme pain radiated from my crotch. I didn't care what that it showed.
My eyes descended like lightning following the curving bows of her lats
disappearing in a short dress. Jane now was rapidly climbing the stairs. With
each step her glutes inflated like steel airbags. Veins shouted out
simultaneously. Though I could not see them I could imagine her thighs bulging
out outrageously, making her short dress look ridiculous. Calves exploded
quick as lightning in a double split shape of two upside down Champaign
bottles. With each step she clearly flexed her toes to the most extreme
height, tensing the bulging calves so hard that the skin could hardly contain
these clearly over trained muscles and roadmap-like veins. It was divine to
see this display of muscular density and size, but the object of my admiration
vanished rapidly up the stairs. My erectional pain was intense but I was
filled with happiness. Even the disapproving looks of the surrounding women
met with my expectation - the gaping mouths, clearing of throats and the wide
eyes - as they stared at the 220 pound mass of female muscle, my Jane. I loved
it!!!

My entire body seemed bolted in place but I managed to move toward the stairs.
I probably bumped into some of the ladies but I didn't even apologize. How
dare they cause any delay in my quest for female muscular attraction. They
were of no interest whatsoever to me. With my foot on the first step and
looking up, I could see Jane's body flip around the railing, just catching a
second of her abdominal outline. Her steel tube abs, wound like steel cords,
were pressing through a tight t-shirt which was way too small to contain the
waving ripples of muscle. From the side her lats were seen pushing the
shrinking material away from her back. I rushed up as quickly as I could but
by the time I was up to the level of the floor I searched to catch the sight
of those wonderful legs. Finally I caught sight of her muscular profile close
to clothes rack. She had a bag already hung on her arm causing her bicep to
bulge into a steel ball nearly the size of a small bowling ball. The hardness
of what was underneath her thin stretched skin was evident as one could see
the reflection of the spotlights on the dense spheres of muscled bicep and
with a thick blue vein bursting through. Something was hanging over her
forearm that looked like a shattered end of a piece of cable. With her other
arm she held up a hanger with a light blue night dress to check its size. The
bicep belly of her fully extended massive arm radiated the power in her arm.
Then with an acknowledging approval, she draped the piece of material over her
arm. Even from a distance I could see the marble sized nipples pushing on top
of her round full breasts.

Suddenly she made a fist, curling her wrist so the iron bulge froze hard and
the deep blue thick vein outlined perfectly sharp and thick on her skin. I
knew she had seen me - she was teasing me all the way up the stairs making me
follow her and then displaying her gorgeous muscles. By the time I got to
where I thought she was, she vanished again. She was playing with me now and I
figured she had ducked into a dressing room. I faced a row of dressing room
cubes with curtains. In a middle cube, I discovered a set of massive calves
displaying the most delicious muscle dance under the curtain. She stood
immobile for a second so she could pull the dress up. Calf muscles
alternatively exploded in sharp defined bulges. I decided to surprise her. I
stood by the side of the curtain of her dressing room where I could attack her
from the back when she came out. But I was too close and suddenly a massive
muscled arm whipped through the curtain. It was like a massive beam, a thick
oak branch! The belly of the bicep was fully extended carved with veins. Her
tricep bulged out so far that I could see the deep cavities under the
horseshoe shaped muscle. Fibers of an enormous exposed tanned deltoid striated
through the skin. A sinewy fine hand gripped my belt and like a hydraulic
powered arm pulled me inside the dressing room.

In a split second Jane dug both hands under by buttocks and rammed my body
against hers! She pressed intensely, may now raging dick burrowed into her
crotch. I was on fire! I reached out my hands under her armpits and finding
her rock hard lats. Then I tried to reach across her back. Her massive pecs
and back expanded to massive proportions like hard sandbags. The mass of her
back was so wide that I had to dig my hands in the muscular ridges that
started just behind her delts. With my fists clenched I hammered the swelling
muscle volumes and pounded n her thick chest as I was lifted off the floor. My
chin ended up digging into her huge traps and could admire the vastness of her
back in the mirror behind. Flexing her abdominals against my stomach for few
seconds she knew by experience that all my air was about gone and she had to
release me before I fainted.

"Hi Hun, how are you?", she calmly asked. I immediately joked back, "You need
a bigger size for your little nightie". "I know, I gained muscle since I last
tried it on. It looks ridiculously small and stretchy on my body. I'm bulging
through the seams. It keeps creeping up because of my huge thighs. And my
chest is almost tearing the material. But never mind," she continued. She
pulled up the top of the dress to just under her breasts exposing her rippling
washboard abs and hit a bicep pose with her right arm. She pumped it to
ripping shape. Her bicep was monstrous and the vein on top pulsated from the
rushing blood. My dick was stretching and wiggling like crazy, pushing
outwards up front like a baseball bat against my pants.

Jane then put her hand down behind my belt until her fingers reached my penis.
Fondling my penis she moaned, "Gosh you're hard!!" She lowered her bicep and
gripped the other side of the belt. With both hands she fully gripped my large
leather belt and started to stretch it sideways. Her delts and lats
immediately flared out. Her delts met both sides of the small dressing room. I
heard the panels start cracking. The sight looked unbelievable as Jane's body
mass, tearing the silk little dress, were deforming the walls of the dressing
room.

Suddenly the belt gave way and her massive forearms crashed into the walls
damaging the solid wooden boards. She kneeled down, her thighs inflating
outrageously and also bulging outwards. She pulled my pants and briefs down.
My dick was completely erect standing like a statue. Jane shoved one hand
under my crotch reaching out for my butt. She hooked her arm so that the
monstrous bulging bicep pressed against my member. There was no way I could be
any harder! I had never had such a fully extended shaft. The upper skin rolled
halfway down my 8 inch shaft almost shredding from my balls. Pain was extreme
and I felt as if my erection was still increasing, perhaps never ending. Jane
lifted me effortlessly and put my down on the bench. She positioned both of
her palms on my thighs pressing and molding into my muscles. It caused her
arms to pump, her chest to flex and her delts to explode. With my hands, I
started to explore her marvelous upper body. Jane's entire body was now
totally pumped. The tiny dress was now entirely shredded and bulging muscle
was visible all over. Looking down her abdominal wall I discovered a soaking
pussy. She altered her hands under my buttocks lifting me off the bench
lowering me down to the floor. In the descent, the top of my penis brushed the
valley between her breasts, caressing the undulations of her blown up six
pack, finally fuzzing her pussy. Jane moaned continuously clearly heading for
an extreme climax. I smiled at her and she responded with a renewed brushing
of her pussy with my penis, using the full weight of my body to perform the
act. The leveraging was extreme giving her muscles a harsh workout.

I noticed her vaginal lips fully swollen by now, sticky fluids spilling out
from a round orifice and from time to time the vaginal mouth would gape wide
open. She renewed this sublime journey a couple of times, once dragging my
iron crowbar over her pecs, down left to the inside belly of her exploding
bicep, lowering and tugging my penis between her pressing thighs. Once jammed
in these massive pillars she would hoist me up and sort of lengthen my
throbbing member. She moaned, head leaning back enjoying her absolute control
over me. Just then she positioned my helpless body so that the top of my
bottle thick dick would tickle the soft lips of her vagina. Her moaning became
so loud that the music in the shop seemed to fade away. For a minute she
joyfully played my penis in a wide open vagina. Then slowly, with only her
enormous arms, she moved my entire body guiding my penis inside her. With only
one inch inside, her inner vaginal muscle enclosed firmly and without mercy.
Then she would release and pull me back half an inch. Again she repeated the
process. My hands automatically fully clamped onto her bulging biceps. I
kneaded, molded and worshiped those rock mountains without making the
slightest dent. We both moaned and cried, my hands were moving up and down her
biceps, pecs and delts . . .. sometimes banging my fists over her upper body.
Her wide exploding delts were moving the sides of the dressing room as if it
was breathing with her. Without the least affect, Jane resumed the process of
sliding me inside inch by inch, in and out, inch by inch, in and out!!!!

The music had stopped and the space was now completely invaded by
uncontrollable moaning spreading from this small dressing room. There were
crack lines appearing in the deformed little dressing room from the level of
her delts downwards. When my dick was halfway buried inside her vagina, she
held on for a few seconds. A deep moan came from her mouth. Then she retracted
my member. Pre-cum covered my two inch thick tube as if it was an old
hydraulic piston leaking oil. Once out, holding only the tip in her vagina,
she rested a few seconds then she completely rammed the entire length of my 9
inch dick deep inside her! My body was smashed against her wide pectoral
muscle range. My chin was buried in her traps. For ten seconds she completely
buried my body in hers and we both shuddered in the most extreme climax ever.

"Welcome home", she whispered in my ear. We remained locked to each other for
several minutes, and then she slowly backed me out of her love pussy. A thick
sticky mixture of cum and juices slowly oozed onto the floor. Her arms looked
massive and indestructible, veins standing out as thick round water hoses on
an exploding skin. She held my limp body and pressed me against her breast for
a final hug. My long penis was trapped against her abs. Jane always liked this
position. She made her abs roll with waving ripples against my dick to milk me
out completely. We then were motionless, the music was down and you could hear
a pin drop.

Jane set me down. Her whole body was pumped and effortlessly she pealed off
the remains of what was once a sexy blue nightie. We helped each other towel
off the perspiration still enjoying the touch of her gorgeous body. I helped
her dress pulling a tight fitting t-shirt over her head, down the mountainous
upper body and adjusting the cut of the sleeves over her bulging biceps. We
both stepped out of the dressing room and progressed to the staircase. It was
still complete silence but looking around the room and down the stairs there
was a group of shocked women. They seemed nailed to the floor staring with
fixed eyes.

Jane had one arm around my shoulder, aware of my exhaustion. We stopped at the
top of the stairs. Jane let go of my shoulder and brought her arm up in the
flexed position and bulged her bowling ball bicep. I couldn't restrain myself
as I grabbed her big ball although covering only the top half of the surface
with my hand. We descended the stairs and at the last step we stopped just in
front of two young married couples who had been watching. Jane raised her palm
and made a hard fist causing her still pumped bicep to just explode into a
massive rock of muscle. Both husbands had bulges in their pants. The shape was
so pronounced like they were hiding a bottle in the pants. Finally Jane raised
her middle finger straight up causing her thick vein to protrude and move on
top of her bicep. The two stunned men were mesmerized as wet stains oozed
through their pants.

"Let's move on Hun, we have more shopping to do".