The other Girl. By Smog. Part II. After the meeting with Connie, I tried to avoid the two "girlfriends" as much as possible. Connie sort of moved in to our place and I was now sleeping on the couch. Often I could hear the two of them going at it in the bedroom, my cock starting to stiffen as I thought of Connie's muscles. Time went by and they had ignored me for a while, but one day as I came home I heard Sara call out for me from the bedroom. I walked into the bedroom and saw the girl that used to be my girlfriend, Sara, standing in front of the full length mirror, naked, looking at her newfound muscles and flexing them to see them ripple and bulge. She was bigger than ever. I estimated her arms at over 16 inches as she flexed them in the mirror. The peaks were huge with incredible vascularity. Her chest was wide and ripped with muscles with breasts standing proud and firm. As she did a full front lat spread her body fanned out to incredible dimensions. Her huge chest was offset by a tight waist, with incredible definition. Her legs were immense and perfectly formed. She looked over to me and smiled. "I'm beautiful, aren't I?" she asked. She turned to the mirror and flexed again, obviously in love with her own musculature. "Well what do you think?" she laughed. " My muscles are big ... huh ... .!" "Yeah," I said, "well, you don't scare me anymore. I've been working with an expert trainer lately!" I had bulked up from 16 inch arms to an amazing 18 inch biceps, and I was more than ready now to be in control of my own destiny. "Oh ... you have! I guess you figured that putting an extra couple of inches on your arms would pretty much overcome me, because, after all, you're a man and I'm only just a woman. But look, I've been working with Connie, and I've gotten a little bigger, too. Here, take a close look." Sara slowly began to flex her right arm in front of my eyeballs. If you think looking at big biceps on a woman from six feet away is intimidating you should try looking at an at least 16 inch biceps, surely bigger, from two inches in front of your nose. They absolutely block out your vision of anything else. Then she straightened the arm out, and the bicep goes down, but the arm is still sizably round, and then she starts bringing the arm back up and the muscle starts to take shape two inches from your eyeball and it gets this high peak, which only keeps getting higher and higher. "You put one - two inches on your biceps? Oh, I'm so proud of my little baby boy." "So you're now a big 18 inches?" She put sarcastic emphasis on the word "big." "Well, guess what? I put THREE inches on these babies just in the last 2 weeks, thanks to Connie's training. I'm a very full twenty-two inches. You like?" I hated her patronizing attitude. Wait until I beat her up woman or no woman. I clenched my hands, ready to burst forward and start an attack. Then Connie walked into the room. She strode forward, her powerful form, so frighteningly huge that I could only stare at her in disbelief. She was wearing only a pair of black thong panties and a v-neck t-shirt that pasted itself to her bumpy musculature like a second skin. She was carrying a pair of 45 pound dumbbells, doing biceps curls as she walked. Instantly, I felt my hard arm shrink and collapse. Connie's muscles flexed and rippled, her tits swaying as she pumped the heavy weights making her huge biceps even bigger, ballooning outwards, and hardening like a solid globe of golden granite. Her legs were thick and immensely muscular, her belly flat, her superb body heaving slightly with every breath she took. I watched her panther-like movements with awe and lust. There was a stirring in my groin, and I blushed again as I remembered why. I remembered what she had done to me earlier, her strong body crushing me as she made me come. Connie laid down the dumbbells on the floor with a bump and brought up one of her inhuman sized arms to flex her bicep. I could not speak, just stare. Connie watched with satisfaction as her bicep swelled outward, the imposing wall of muscle bulged close to her pretty face; she licked the side of her bicep sensuously, lost within the greatness of her own muscularity. "So ... ... what where you two up to?" she asked in a sensuous voice. Sara blew a whisp of blonde hair out of her face and smiled at Connie. She brought her hands up over her head and stretched, her pecs thrusting forward and upwards, then bringing her arms down in a massive bicep flex before putting her hands behind her head and leaning casually back, satisfied. "I was just showing Mr. Muscles here, how big I had gotten." Sara said. "Yeah! He looks almost soft compared to you now! Like a girly - boy!" Connie laughed out and turned towards me. "Sara is almost as big as you are, and now she has even bigger, harder muscles than you." Connie came and stood in front of me. I quickly sat on the couch and her round breasts were in my face. She raised the weights again, making her biceps swell inhumanly. "Arms feeling a little mushy, baby?" she asked, smiling. She set the weights down on a corner of the couch and flexed her own arms. "Here, feel these!" she said, and I ran a trembling hand up her body. I squeezed her rock-hard shoulders and then her pumped biceps. "Hard as stone, aren't they? Do you remember how strong I am, baby? How soft you were to me?" She reached out and stroked my arms, pushing her thumbs into my soft flesh. "You've probably taken a woman in your arms and ravished her with your strength. I don't mean rape, just the natural softness of a woman in your big arms. Well, baby, now you're the soft one, and I'm going to use you, ravish you, and pleasure me at will with you." Memories of the beating I had taken from this muscle-girl, and my feelings of total helplessness before her massive muscles flooded my mind and overcame my senses. I felt myself being turned on by the certain knowledge that I was under her total control, and that she could do anything with me that she wanted. Despite myself I could feel my tool starting to stiffen at the thought. Connie saw the reaction to her light domination. She lowered her mouth to my ear, and chuckled softly. "Looks like you don't mind having these muscles beat the crap out of you stud!" she whispered. She stroked my cock sensually making it shoot up in my pants. "In fact," she chuckled, "it looks like you really like it." She then ordered me to stand up and feel her arms as she flexed them. First one then the other and then both. "Lick and kiss them!" she ordered, as she firmly grabbed my head and shoved my face into her huge biceps. I did as she told me. I kissed and licked and with my hands felt the rest of her body. She was so hard and strong and as she could sense my excitement she let out a soft deep growl of a laugh. "Good boy. Now, for recognizing the superiority of my big, strong, teenaged-girl muscles, I am going to give you what you really want." Then she reached behind my head with her free hand and grabbing my hair, pulled my face against hers and kissed me long and hard. She released me and slid her fingers under her bikini-bottom and ripped it off with a little tug. My eyes widened as my gaze lowered. Connie's pussy was shaved clean. I groaned as I fought back the urge to shoot my load. "It's easier to be this way when you wear a lot of thongs and g-string bikinis during the summer," she explained, matter-of-factly. "I take it you like it." I only nodded. My ability to speech was suddenly gone. "And you like this?" Connie flexed her huge arms, her now 25" cannons exploding. Her legs, her quads and hamstrings swelled into etched blocks of oaken muscle splendour. Her abdomen rippled with steel cables. My mouth dropped open. "You want to fuck me. You want to feel my muscles. Don't you?" she whispered. More nodding from me. "But you're not man enough. I'm so much stronger than you I have to be careful not to overdo it and kill you. That limits my pleasure." She said, "Do you understand?" I nodded again. "No, you're not man enough to fuck me, but I am more than enough woman to fuck you. And do it whenever I want. Like now." Connie knocked me flat on my back and stood over my chest. She squeezed her breasts together and tugged at her erect nipples, clearly visible under the tight fabric. I gazed blankly up at the massive thighs and huge boobs which filled my whole field of vision. I was determined to resist any attempt to dominate me sexually, the way she now dominated me physically. Connie could see my desperate internal struggle. She laughed, squatted down and opened the front of my pants. My tool shot out, and stood huge, and erect as a flagpole. Connie laughed again at the sight. Then slowly, very slowly, she squatted down further over me, and took my straining cock inside her. I struggled to retain control of myself. I tried desperately not to cum. I thought of icebergs, nuns, penguins; anything to take my mind off the tidal wave of sexual feelings that Connie seemed able to arouse in him at will. Connie saw my mental struggles intensify. Her grim laugh boomed out again. Then she raised her biceps, and flexed. My eyes glazed over at the sight. My resolution weakened. Then she breathed in deeply, expanded her chest, and tensed her whole body. Her internal muscles squeezed and massaged my cock, up and down, harder and softer, with a power and a sensual skill I had never imagined. My resistance collapsed like a house of cards. My eyes glazed over even more. My mouth just hung open. I gasped and panted. Connie intensified her sexual engagement. She squeezed harder, and massaged even more powerfully and erotically. I started to jerk as if I had been galvanised. My eyes almost started out of my head as Connie's muscles brought me to the point of eruption. She held me there, totally at her will, while I begged and pleaded for release. Then Sarah joined in. She dropped to her knees, straddling my head. She cupped her hands under my head and pulled my face up against her pussy. She bucked and rolled her hips, roughly mashing my face, drenching me with her musk. "Use your tongue," she ordered, lowering my head to the floor and easing down on top of me. The sheer mass of her muscular development, her massive thighs, her bowling ball glutes, completely enveloped me. She welcomed the pleasure that welled up as I licked from the top to the bottom of her pussy and thrust my tongue into her, over and over again. When I pressed my lips against her clit and sucked, she began to spasm. Each girl stared into the other's eyes and saw the rapidly increasing excitement and pleasure. Moans filled the room as they used me for their intense, multi-orgasmic pleasure. "Yes! Yes! Yes! Oh, unh,unh,uhhnnnnnahhhYESSS!!" Sara squealed, reaching the pinnacle of her first orgasm. Connie plunged down as fast and hard as she could on my tool. My eyes nearly bulged out of my head. She rubbed her clit vigorously, creating more shock waves. She began to moan aloud and ride my cock up and down as fast as she could. Her hard glutes slapped against my soft thighs as she rode me, up and down, back and forth. I erupted into a massive, volcanic orgasm. I thrashed and jerked convulsively. I tried to scream but only produced a muffled sound from under Sara. And then it happened; Connie climaxed. The force came from the center of her being and just exploding, a rumbling, roaring sensual climax that shook her body to the core. That was the orgasm she wanted and needed. Now she was satisfied. I opened my eyes as I felt the girls lifting off me. There was a popping sound as my cock head slipped out off Connie's tight snatch and we all collapsed into a pile. I lay limp and spent on the ground gasping for air. Connie grinned. "Lets do it again stud!" she rasped." But first a little work out!" To be continued ... ... ..