The Confessions of a Muscular Woman
By Laura B. lauraflex@hotmail.com
Chapter Six. In Which I Take Him.

This story contains violence and sexually explicit material and should
only be read by adults.


I stepped forward, pressing myself against Matt, his back once again to
the tree. We locked eyes as I gazed down into his upturned face, his
countenance adoring yet unsure. I reached for him with both arms,
sliding my hands under his armpits, firmly grasping the gnarled bark of
the tree behind him. Then, slowly, I began walking my hands up the
tree, methodically gripping each new handhold until Matt was returned
to his tiptoes, then finally lifted off his feet. My massive biceps
swelled under his armpits as I hoisted him like a forklift. Gravity
pulled at Matt's body, his puny arms looking even more twig-like. His
biceps-starkly smaller in relief against the backdrop my veiny
meathooks-mere spindles, as I hoisted him up from below.

To alleviate the growing pressure under his armpits, Matt instinctively
wrapped his legs around my hips, just barley locking his ankles above
my massive glutes. As his face became level with my own, I stopped and
held him there, a prisoner in my meaty cell of biceps and pectoral
muscles; he was surrounded by power. Now willing to express himself
completely, he was unabashedly submissive. He began sucking and kissing
my biceps, upper chest and shoulders, worshiping their power with his
mouth and lips. His gyrations increased as he became more infatuated
with his position, his soft body straining pitifully between my arms as
he craned his neck, yearning to experience my meaty flesh with his
tongue. The sight of his subservience caused my nipples to grow hard,
digging into his skinny chest like two diamonds. Because his arms were
trapped above my shoulders, his hands automatically went to my upper
lats and traps. Matt tried embracing me in an ineffectual half hug, but
his hands barley began the journey across the mighty expanse of my
back. I could feel Matt's penis against my abs as my body pressed into
him, pinning him to the tree.

After several minutes of his frenzied tribute, I realized Matt's
adorable little mouth might continue licking and sucking every inch of
skin available to it forever. Slowly, I began to flex, squeezing my
biceps together and tensing my chest. I continued applying pressure,
slowly, deliberately ratcheting down on his ribcage. Suddenly, he
stopped sucking my left bicep and looked at my face, his rueful eyes
once again filling with fear. I smiled sweetly as I returned his gaze,
tearing into him with my piercing blue orbs. I added more pressure,
tiny increments of force, but slivers of the pulverizing power I was
capable of summoning. As his ribs strained under the pressure, his face
screwed up into a rictus of pain, his eyes informing me of his true
torment. They were sad and desperately frightened, uncomprehending. His
pitiable fear caused my heart to skip a beat.

Once I had achieved a sufficient level of pressure, causing him to cry
out and whimper in pain, I stopped and held him there, entombed in my
meaty vise. I luxuriated in his divine misery. Even as he winced and
moaned, he stared into my eyes, pining for me. He was my supplicant, my
slave, unquestioningly willing to surrender his very life to me right
then and there, in my arms, just to please me. It was more than I could
bear.

I leaned in gently with my face, pursing my lips, and kissed him
delicately on the mouth. Slowly at first, I kissed him, again and
again. He held perfectly still even though my swelling biceps still
pressured his sides, not allowing his lungs to fully inflate. His
receptive, soft lips where a total turn on, as I gradually forced my
tongue into his mouth, exploring him slowly. As I met his tongue with
my own, they began to entwine, and I became immediately more excited.
Powerfully, I pushed into him with my tongue, causing the back of his
head to knock into the tree. My muscular tongue pinned his, then threw
it back, dominating him, tossing his tongue to and fro, again and
again, violating his mouth. My desire grew stronger as I greedily
sucked, now pulling his tongue into my own mouth, siphoning him,
enveloping him in my powerful jaws. Hungrily, I ate at him, devouring
his mouth and lips. His hands massaged and gripped at my shoulders and
granite biceps, fluttering on their surface as I squeezed his ribcage
and tongued him relentlessly. His fingers traced my triceps and delts,
tactilely experiencing the power of each of the muscle groups as I held
him there, pinned to the tree.

Then, subtly, from down below, I began to feel Matt weakly trying to
push his thin member against the bulletproof exterior of my washboard
stomach. I could tell that he was bucking his hips slightly as his
skinny legs, still loosely draped round my waist, tried pathetically to
propel his effete thrusts. I could feel the head of his shaft as it
bumped along, moving slowly, first up, then down, pressed as it was
against the ribbed surface of my abdomen.

I stopped kissing him and glared into his face. "Listen very carefully.
If you cum before I tell you to, I will fucking destroy you," I hissed.
With a sudden flex, I poured on an incredible jolt of power; a blast so
intense that it caused his ribs to crackle and his neck to snap back as
he cried out in agony. His legs fell away from my waist and his whole
body turned to mush in my arms. He seemed to lose partial consciousness
as I held him there, gently now.

As I held him, exerting just enough pressure to keep his body from
flopping to the ground, I felt a sudden twinge of regret in my breast.
Matt's eyelids fluttered as pale moonlight began to creep across his
face. In that split second of annoyance, had I caused some grave bodily
harm? His neck had gone limp. His head lolled back; it seemed to roll
softly with the breezes, fully exposing his neck and Adam's apple.

Minutes passed. I noticed that the skin of his neck seemed to glow,
iridescent and inviting. I couldn't resist; literally couldn't help
myself. Matt's slender, cleanly shaved neck seemed so delicate, so
delectable. I leaned in, gently, and began sucking on his supple,
succulent throat. I could taste his aftershave, fragrant yet bitter. I
sucked harder and harder. I moved on to new territory, tasting his
sweat as I sucked, powerfully, rupturing capillaries, causing deep
purple hickies to rise to the surface.

Under the erotic embrace of my lips, Matt seemed to revive. I felt his
legs suddenly gripping at my quads, scurrying upwards as they
instinctively tried to reassume a dependent position by encircling my
hips like a belt. From a far away place, I heard him moan. "Please,
please... God, please," he begged softly, "I'm so sorry Laura... I'm so
sorry, so sorry... You, you, your so strong, God, so strong. Please,
anything... I'll do anything."

This final pathetic entreaty was simply too much. I couldn't help but
smile broadly, delighted, as Matt picked up his head, his eyes
searching out my approval once more.

I reached down and cradled his cute ass with my right hand, baring the
load of his body with my mighty right arm. Shifting my weight, I now
leaned into the tree with only my left arm, bracing us against its
craggy trunk with my left hand. Matt's legs fell away from my waist and
dangled free, his right arm round my neck as he clung loosely to my
traps. I buoyed him up from below, like a mountain climber secure in
his rigging. Carefully, I maneuvered his body until I could feel his
stiff cock tracing the outline of my vagina's engorged lips.

Then, slowly, guiding his whole body with my powerful right arm, I drew
Matt inside me. As I pushed him in, my body became electrified; my
nerve endings sizzled. I felt the length of his erection slowly being
swallowed whole, his slender penis head finally making contact with the
muscular back wall of my womb. Slowly, I began to move my hips. I held
him firm with my right hand cupping his ass, while simultaneously
grinding into him with my weight. His naked back was now being pushed
forcefully against the tree's rough bark. My muscle walls contracted
around his skinny penis as I felt my lower body quaking... God, I still
remember it, my very first time... Never before had I felt SO
incredibly excited, so alive.

He still clang to my neck with his right arm, but as the pressure and
intensity of my huge muscular body grinding him into the tree became
more unbearable, he lifted his left arm above his head, desperately
pawing at the tree's rough, unyielding surface. Seeing this, I pushed
off of the tree with my left hand, freeing it momentarily, just long
enough to make a grab for Matt's flailing hand. I came down on his left
wrist, capturing it, pinning it hard to the tree above our heads. I was
now leaning into his left wrist with incredible force, the combined
weight of both of our bodies crushing it against the rough bark.

I was now in complete coital control, absorbing him, grinding him,
using him as my own personal dildo. Matt was in rapture: the
alternating currents of incredible pain and incredible pleasure blazing
through his body, causing his face to contort. I started to tremble in
my core. My grinding intensified. I began to pull him up and into me
hard, my right hand searing the flesh of his ass as I squeezed,
crushing him to my body with all my might while I simultaneously pushed
into him with my hips, grating his back along the bark of the tree.

As my thrusts intensified, he began to moan loudly. "Oh, my, oh, my,
oh, my, oh my, god, oh, my, god, oh, my, god," each thrust eliciting a
single pathetic murmur, "no, please, no... So, strong, so, strong, god,
Laura, too, strong, too, strong, too, Aggggh, Aggggh, God,
Lauraaaaa..."

I began to see bright flashes of light as I felt myself teetering on
the verge of a mindbending orgasm. My muscle walls contracted,
mercilessly crushing his slender penis. I increased the pace of my
hips, now using my full strength as I worked him against the tree. I
vaguely remember him screaming, his outburst garbled, haunting.

My eyes rolled to the back of my head as I slammed Matt against me,
grinding his naked back raw, the tree like a cheese grater on his soft
skin. I continued on, pushing him harder and harder, until finally, in
glorious punctuated explosions, my body finally surrendered to wave
after wave of intense, full body orgasms.

I hurtled through time and space at light speed, my muscles singing
together in chorus, swelling, pumping, throbbing in unison with my
erogenous zone. I knew that this was the release; this was the
fulfillment that my body had been searching for: To blend, to share and
then consume the life force of another, this was the need that
bodybuilding alone simply could not meet.

Orgasms racked my body, my burgeoning muscles becoming completely
overwhelmed with fatigue. As the carnal throbbing began to subside, I
released my grip on Matt's ass. Every fiber in my quads and biceps felt
as if it had been destroyed.

On the verge of collapse with my head spinning, I doubled over, leaning
heavily into the tree while propping myself up with both hands. Sweat
poured down my face and drenched my wide back. I stood there, bracing
myself against the sturdy wooden trunk for what seemed like an hour. My
chest heaved from the overexertion as I drank in gulp after gulp of
night air.

It was now dark, and noticeably more chilly. I could feel goose bumps
forming on the surface of my wet skin. As I began to recover my senses,
I slowly opened my eyes. There, on the ground before me in the shadows,
sat Matt. He looked rumpled and broken, slumping over, with his back
now resting against the tree. He had been knocked out. I could see dark
crimson tracts on his back and neck, bloody and raw from where the tree
had lacerated him. His penis had gone completely limp, and I realized
that he hadn't expended himself inside of me. I guess I had forgotten
to grant him permission.

I also realized that I had forgotten something else. In all of my
excitement, I had forgotten to release my grip on Matt's left wrist.
His left arm was still extended awkwardly above his head, his wrist a
prisoner of my left hand as I leaned into the tree, pinning it there. I
let go of his wrist, watching his arm as it fell heavily to his lap
with a sickening, pulpy sort of flop.

I slowly began to get dressed, stepping into my shorts and pulling them
up over my cleats, then donning my jersey. Feeling slightly warmer, I
collected Matt's cloths, and then returned to our tree, to my home, to
the place of my rebirth.

I bent over, reaching for Matt's face, gently caressing his chin. "Hey
killer," I whispered into his ear as he stirred, groggy, ever so slowly
elevating his head. Though the inky blackness I could barley make out
the whites of his eyes beneath half closed lids. They searched
instinctively for my face, ever in need of approval.

"Come on, let's get you dressed, and I'll give you that ride home."

(C) 2005 Laura B. All rights reserved.