Plane Meeting 9




Getting to know her on a flight back home a business man socialized with a
beautiful blonde fbb and lives from one adventure into another .

This is the 9 th continuation .

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Jeremy Ingels

The heavy metal door swung open. I always got that same feeling of nervous,
lusty anticipation ever since I first knocked at her door. Jane filled the
doorframe completely. A real life muscular statue tightly framed. She was all
set for our biking excursion that afternoon which was planned a week ahead. I
didn't like the idea at first because of my physical shortcomings compared to
her. I would hate to race against her all day. Jane reassured me that it would
be a comfortable ride.

Jane's outfit consisted of a track and field shorts, cut open on the sides so
that her enormous zeppelin shaped thighs could explode freely, and on her
upper body a flimsy overstretched top covering only half of the ball shape
side of her breasts. You could see her bullet hard nipples almost protruding
through the cloth.

Her body was already a little sweaty and pumped from doing some warm ups. Her
delts flared out widely pressing against the door frame. Just easy breathing
made her abs alternately freeze and ripple. She made them harden as she
noticed the "hard-on" in my pants. Then she smiled. Her cute innocent little
face had a tiny pair of glasses on her tanned little nose surrounded by a
million little freckles. Her eyes glanced amusingly over her glasses under her
short page style haircut. I was in heaven already!

Jane reached out her sinewy hand and dug her long fingers down behind my belt
just touching my erection. Then she closed her knuckles around my belt and
pulled me with a lightning jerk inside the hallway of her apartment into her
living room. "Come on in, bike champ", she said while her hands lifted me at
the hips till her lips met mine. I felt she was kind of making fun of me
regarding my biking skills. I didn't like her putting me down but wanted her
to respect my feelings even though I accepted her physical dominance. I think
she noticed and she sat down beside me.

"I have this tandem bike we are going to use." That helped, instantly. I mean
how could I know what she was up to? I even felt sorry for being suspicious. I
regained my pride and let my imagination take off - Splendid, me in front and
steering, deciding where to go and taking charge, as a man is supposed to do
with his girlfriend in the rear seat. I was dreaming out loud, a big smile on
my face while starring at Jane's hulking muscular front producing an immense
erection. Jane returned an attentive look while reaching down taking hold of
my erection and lifting which made her bicep blow up into a shining hard ball.

"You will not have to stand on the pedals to get us moving . . . though I
realize my wide muscular back will perhaps block a lot of your view." I was
shocked. Her words stabbed me without mercy. Anger raged up within me again. I
was furious. Wasn't she aware that I would look ridiculous with me on the
back? No way I would accept that. Blood rushed through me. I was boiling
inside exploring ways to make it clear to her that I was upset.

Suddenly my arm was being stretched forward. My hand wide open was placed on
the top part of her abdominals, my fingers pointing upwards almost reaching
her breasts. I was mesmerized and confused. I still have an aching "hard-on"
caused by Jane's imposing physique. The sense of her diamond hard abdominal
structure under my hand froze my thoughts for a second. I let my index finger
move and groove in the deep ditches of her abdominal washboard causing my
immense "hard-on" to pump up even more. But then my anger came back and took
control. I got a foot closer looking Jane in the eye. Jane backed up a foot
but her abs did not shift a bit. I could not believe it but 220 pounds of
solid muscle was tilting back off her spot. I was shocked. How was this
possible? Was anger the solution? Was this how to deal with muscular power? I
got confused even more because Jane did not blink a second. Her eternal smile
flowered her face, first looking deep in my eyes and then intentionally
spotting my "hard-on". I did not care, ok? I was "hard" but so was my anger
and she must have understood it. I immediately narrowed the distance. I was at
the same height as Jane. Being so close again and facing the inevitable broad
pectoral mass and vein carved delts made me hesitate as to what to do next. I
managed to resume my offense. My hand regained its position against her abs.
My elbow hooked and ready to strike out again. The touch on her mahogany
feeling abs held me back. I pushed my hand forward with force and 220 pounds
of muscular beef retreated. Jane's back hit the china cabinet behind her.
Glasses and plates seemed to crash together. I was petrified! Could I be so
out of control that the male inside me could overpower Jane? She did not
respond to my offensive gesture. She remained indifferent with an absent
ignoring look hidden in her smile. No pain, nothing! Her breathing remained
steady. She had repositioned her body now closer to the cabinet and made her
thighs dance and shift to outrageous proportions, as if it was on purpose.

My hand seemed glued on her abs. Despite my anger, I enjoyed the touch of her
brick hard abs hidden under this soft female skin. Suddenly my fingers closed
into a fist pushing showing my knuckles. My knuckles started hammering her
abs, hoping that the relaxed washboard would be an easy target. "She must feel
it", the thought racing through my mind. Jane could not anticipate my
intentions. She was too close and her thick pectorals blocked her view of her
abs. In a split second my arm reached back tensing it like a sledge hammer. I
released all of the built up energy and I felt my big loaded fist explode
forward and fully ram her body. My fist hit unexpectedly in the middle of her
beefy abdominal plates. My anger convinced me that the impact would cause some
damage. However, Jane remained motionless. Her forearms, upper arms and delts
seemed linked together like the chains on an enormous ship ready to lift
anchor. She didn't budge an inch like a block of concrete. Not a wiggle, not a
sigh was released, almost without taking a breath. Instead a devastating smile
seemed painted on her face as we faced each other for a few seconds. I was
breathing heavy after the amount of energy I had exerted in my strike. Jane
tensed her abs into a steel wave and held it. Both of my hand reached out and
seemed welded on this iron shield sensing every single fiber of muscle. My
erection nearly exploded instantly. Suddenly she made her wash board bulge
out, a blast forward of at least 3 inches. My arms did not react in time and
my slow body was projected backwards. Jane laughed, "Better you don't respond
physically, you'll get hurt hun"! She grabbed the filled tin thermo bottle
from the drawer and smashed it incredibly hard against her bulking abdominals.
The metal sheared open and the inclosed water splashed out. The bottle was
smashed flat completely molded against her iron six pack. She let it fall to
the ground.

My erection grew even harder showing a huge bulge in my shorts. Jane spotted
it and hit a short double bicep on top of her already flexed abs making my
member stand like a statue. Suddenly Jane did a slow squat causing her thighs
to blow up like two zepplins. I looked down admiring the vastness of her upper
body. Her arms grabbed my shorts on each side and ripped them down over my
ankles, her arms exploding and carved with throbbing veins. For the purpose of
the bike ride I had put on an old swimsuit, undersized with the material so
elastic that my member would not escape above the tight top cord. The material
enveloped my genitals perfectly. The shaft was like a cannon pointing upwards
and my balls looking like big wheels on either side. A small spot of precum
topped the balloon stretched material at the end of my penis. Jane grabbed my
ankles and her arms delts and pecs grew thick to a massive density pushing a
roadmap of veins through foil thin skin. Her fine golden necklace danced
playfully in the deep grooves in between her muscular pecs. Breasts looked
welded on top like cannon balls and nipples thick as bolts screwed in the
dense spheres. My penis was 8 inches perpendicular on my lower stomach tenting
my swimsuit as if it was sucked over it. The top cone freed from the skin just
stopping from lowering further before it got trapped between the deep cavity
between her pectorals. Jane tilted her head down to admire the magnitude of my
erection. Suddenly I sensed my body being lifted up an inch. Thighs bulged and
froze into dense beefy bundles of striated cables. My entire weight was
actually being lifted slowly by her monstrous thighs. Her pecs burst out even
further into rock hard muscled bags enveloping my shaft. I felt her hands
alternately closing and releasing my ankles making her pecs dance and massage
the extreme end of my penis. My erection was like a pole of steel, the cone
completely engorged with veins. Pain was extreme but the joy of the
performance of Jane's upper body muscles and monstrous thighs was
indescribable. Her stretching thighs made my body rise so high that she had to
trap my member in her pectoral cavity to hold my balance. Then she let me
drop, her exploding arms holding me back up by my waist. My heavy member
bumped over the rock hard ridges of her washboard trailing my thick fluid.

Holding me inches above the floor, she walked towards her pool table where she
set me gently on my feet. Then she plunged her right hand under my balls her
long sinewy fingers completely enveloping my hard meatballs. The base of her
palm pressed my still completely erect member against my stomach causing
extreme pain as my penis was forced as a post at a 90 degree angle on my lower
body. She kept pushing and my body became trapped between the border of the
large pool table and this massive hunk of muscle woman. Jane leaned forward
her body completely enveloping mine. Thick muscle dug in my upper body and
pressed me over the table. Her right arm reached over the green surface trying
to grip three ivory balls. Nothing could stop her as her right thick thigh hit
the corner post and dislodged the heavy table from its position. Finally she
straightened back up and slowly flexed a right hand bicep pose in front of me.
Her beautiful eyes alternately moved from her bicep to my penis. Her hand
could not hold the three balls properly and she started to fumble them with
her long fingers. The gentile squeeze made her huge bicep blow in a softball
like bulge allowing veins to pop up as thick cords on her smooth skin.
Meanwhile, her long fingers of her left hand cupped my balls at the base
trapping my extended penis against my belly trying to flatten my 2 inch thick
tube. The top cone was squirming to get free.

As her bicep became more pumped she enclosed her fingers around the pool balls
clamping them in a tight hold. The bicep ball froze into a shining sphere.
Veins throbbed like thick ropes piercing the thin skin. Her forearm narrowed
from massive thickness from the elbow down towards the fine slender wrist. A
steel ring shaped bracelet dropped down over this muscular cone getting
trapped and deforming as her upper arm shifted. Her fingers gripped the white
balls like tentacles exerting more pressure until her fingers turned white
sucking the balls deeper into her hand. Her arm started to quiver, steel
threaded veins carving all over the outside of the forearm and gathering in
larger veins. The bicep looked like two split shining steel balls the size of
baseballs. Jane grinned and suddenly I heard a crack. A cloud of white dust
escaped through her fingers. One of the balls showed a crack line. My penis
froze even harder causing intense pain but Jane's left hand kept my swollen
member trapped against my belly. Finally the two other pool balls shattered to
pieces, chalk exploding out of her clenched fist. I couldn't hold it any
longer. A load of thick viscous white cum spit a foot high and landed on her
muscled protruding pecs. The cum remained immobile on her almost horizontal
pectoral platform. My gun reloaded uncontrollably and another spirt of cum was
spit into the deep grooves between her muscular abdominal blocks. The process
repeated at least 6 times. Jane released my dick and rubbed the cum on her
bursting pecs. Delicate sinewy fingers then rubbed my cum on her biceps as if
she were oiling up for a contest. Resuming her absolutely incredible muscle
pump, my body convulsed again and finally totally exhausted, my chest landed
on her left delt.

"Let's skip the biking, champ", Jane said!