The other Girl. By Smog. Part III. She went over to the bench and piled on what looked to me like tons of weight. "I'm going to need you to spot me...stud!" I knew she was teasing. There was no way in hell I could ever spot for this muscle-monster of a girl, but she enjoyed every opportunity to humiliate me, as she did with nearly every male she encountered. I slowly positioned myself to spot her as she climbed onto the bench. I was treated to a fantastic view of a gorgeous valley of rippling cleavage as Connie grasped the bar. Hefting the steel up, she began to pump the weights, the bar bending due to the amount of weight she had fastened to each end. I watched her biceps explode with power as she pumped the bar upwards. She breathed evenly, her mouth forming a delicious pink pucker as the bar went up and down. Veins leapt outward barely contained by the tight sheen of her skin as raw female muscle bulged everywhere. I assisted as much as I could, but it was hard to concentrate, especially when I was sporting an immense erection again, right over this muscle-freak's face. Connie smirked, knowing how much she was driving me crazy. "Look at these arms...big aren't they?" Connie looked at her biceps approvingly as she hefted the bar. Finally, after what seemed like ages, she set the bar onto the weight stand. She reached up and groped my hard-on briefly before she sat up and shook her tremendous arms. "Yes, they are." I answered mechanically. "Yes who?" Connie snarled. "Sorry, yes my master." I corrected myself. Sara came up to me from behind and I felt her hard nipples press against my back. With her overly muscular arms, she reached around me and grabbed my nipples, squeezing them. I reacted by pushing against Sara's thighs with my hands, but the only thing I felt was big, hard, pumped up muscles. My fingers traced the deep valleys and huge mounds that were her thighs. It dawned on me, that I was getting turned on, not just by lust for her awesome muscles, but also out of fear of what she could do to me now. She let her body slide down, grabbed my erect member and started to fondle it. As I was getting near to the brink of cumming, she sensed it and stopped. "Hey ... ow! What are you doing to me?" I cried out. "Hey what, limpdick?" she mocked. "You are my toy too!" Meanwhile Connie strode over to the mirror and did a double-bicep flex. Mounds of gorgeously tanned muscle blossomed from her arms filling the sleeves of her already tight shirt. She pumped her arms a few times, watching the ebb and flow of her 25" bicep raise and lower majestically. She then dug the front of her foot into the carpet and flexed her thigh, deeply striated muscled bulged hugely from her leg, massive teardrops of hardened flesh hung over her kneecap. I swallowed, both in fear and lust at the impressive display this girl was exhibiting. "I am a Goddess, I love my body" Connie breathed as she caressed her hard muscles lovingly. Sara and I stood obediently aside, the energy radiating from this muscle-queen was immense, she was a perfect specimen of muscularity and femininity. "Come over here." she commanded. I walked over and stood next to her viewing and compared myself to the muscle-monster. Trouble is, there was no comparison, I was medium build, with a sizeably mound of muscle but there were just no way, I had the muscle-mass that Connie possessed. She just screamed power all over. The only thing prominent of me was my cock straining to get out from its prison in my pants. It was clearly outlined. "You would like me to do something with that, wouldn't you?" Connie breathed in my ear, once again lightly groping my hard-on. I moaned, and nodded my head, but I knew that she was only playing with me. Connie asked me to flex my biceps, to make it as big and hard as I could. She ran her hand over my right bicep, and over my shoulders and chest. "You are nicely built, my sweet, but these muscles are just a bit too little and weak compared to me." She stood next to me and flexed her own muscles. She told me to feel the hard strength in them, the power in her own biceps and made me squeeze the huge muscles of her thighs and ass. "Feel how hard and big my body is," she told me, "Your strength can never equal mine." Then she told me to stand up. As I did, she knelt on the coffee table, so that she was as a full head taller then me. She held my chin in her hand and kissed my lips sweetly, while running her other hand into my shirt. She began to knead and squeeze my pectoral muscles. Connie turned me around so Sara could make her own inspection. She looked me up and down and then she rolled her eyes. "Just take a good look at me." Sara said and raised her arms up in a colossal double biceps pose, making the twin 22" peaks of power exploding in front of my eyes. "We're all muscle!" She cooed, "All outrageous strength and endurance, far beyond your limits. You'd do anything for either one of us in the hopes that we'd take you." She went on. "I own you, and I'll do whatever the f... I want with you!" she said, and I found myself hoisted into the air, thrown over her shoulders and carried to the bench, where she laid me down onto my back, the next thing I knew she had me in a reverse head-scissor. I felt as if my head had been placed in a vice as hot, hardened flesh expanded around my face. "I know this is a "tight" position, so close...but so far." Sara said. I knew what she meant, nestled between her immense meaty thighs was getting too much. I eyed her firm round ass rippling with strength as she slowly squeezed her legs. I nearly exploded into my pants when Sara began to lick my hard-on through the fabric. "Don't cum wimpy ... " she said, "I don't want you messing yourself like a little baby. Cum, and you'll be sorry." I groaned. Try as I might, I couldn't fight the orgasmic pressure building up within me. Sara of course, didn't help matters by sucking on my cock instead of just licking. I was squirming between her titanic legs, but when she squeezed a little harder, the squirming stopped. I felt her hot breath on my crotch as I tried not to explode, I heard her giggle, knowing that I was nearly over the edge. She resumed licking my hard-on, and I grew desperate, I pounded her unmoving ass cheeks with my fist, which only caused her to giggle louder. Sara stopped licking and arched her broad back, her lats like steel wings of corded muscle, she set her massive chest onto my crotch and I felt the firm, yet warm, flesh of her gargantuan bosom resting on my hard-on. Slowly, Sara contracted and flexed her chest muscles, causing her tits to massage my penis. It was too much for me, clenching my teeth, I tried with every fibre of my being not to cum, but it was no use. Sara smiled as she felt my cock explode inside my pants, my cock fiercely pumping its load. I whinged in dread. Sara slid of me with a wicked smile on her face. Then Connie stepped over me and squeezed my middle with her immensely thick legs, swollen with rock hard muscles. "Fuck this shit! I have the power to take what I want, who I want. And right now I want more!" she said as she settled down on top of my flaccid penis, "so get this up again or I will cut you in half with my legs. C'mon, you know what to do." She began roughly rubbing my cock with her pussy, arousing the sleeping giant again. "I hope you have more. I want you again, NOW!" Connie growled. She looked down at me. "What do you think, little one, am I too much hot woman for you?" she asked as she locked those killer biceps behind her head and made the muscles overtake her frame, threatening to burst angrily through her skin any second. "Don't you wanna fuck this great big muscle-girl, tell me how bad you want me.......!" she growled, flexing her heavily muscled arm above her. I was terrified now, remembering the last time, and could only make a gasping sound as I put a hand, tentatively, on her midsection. It offered no comfort beneath, it was hard as stone, She straightened up, her huge perfect bulk suspended over me. "Okay, little man, get ready!" she said, and my hands fell upon her steely thighs, and squeezed the strength that was manifested there. I was about to be taken, most roughly, by this Amazonian Goddess, and I felt fear rise in my stomach, and my hands started to shake a little. She then proceeded to flex her biceps to their full size. I was astounded, but then I felt something amazing. My cock was stirring again. I thought that was impossible. I've come twice. I continued to look at her incredible body. It was having a definite effect on me now. My cock had recovered and was enormously erect; it even looked bigger than before. Connie looked happy. "I'm glad you are ready for me!" The muscle-girl said and then began to ride me like no one else could. Connie pushed down hard with her bottom as she knelt over me; instinctively my hands went from her thighs to her thick forearms, and I began bouncing with her thrusts. I was like a puppet whose strings were being twisted by an angry puppeteer, the force that she exerted downwards returned me with an equal force back into her body, with a power stronger than anything I could ever muster. I looked up and saw another example of action creating an equal force. Connie would now begin flexing prodigiously; muscles resurrecting to hot pulsating life. She had shaken my grasp of, and raised her arms up; veined muscles rippled and then hardened into pure steel. "Look at it, boy! All this hard muscle, and look at you, so small and weak underneath me!" she taunted, stroking the thick and sharply-sculpted terrain of her magnificent torso, running a hand over her own broadly-stacked shoulders, as though to tease, even as my erection was roughly caressed by the powerful and demanding pussy of the rock-solid girl of muscle. My hands went to Connie's waist, the iron link that joined the heartless hemispheres of her millennial body, but they could not hold on. She continued to thrust without missing a beat, and I watched those firm breasts jiggle with her movements, her body falling faster than they could keep up with. "It's time, baby-boy!" She informed me at last, when tears had begun to well up in my eyes from the sheer sexual pandemonium this muscle-girl had instilled within me. "I've had enough finger-fuckin'! Now I am gonna make you cum like the little wimp you are. It's gonna happen when I decide, you are gonna cum every time I tell you to, right on the spot!" she shouted out. "Like now!" she announced, straightening up and shouting: "Grab a hold of these sexy hunkin' arms, and offer it up to your goddess, boy! Surrender to the muscle!" And I did. Her hips pumped like pistons, in a blur of she-muscled frenzy, filling the air with the continued sounds of wet slapping flesh. My hands strained to fit around her huge limbs, but her biceps were just too big for me to grasp. And so I climaxed, beneath mountain of female muscle, surrendering to her superiority like a helpless slave. Her hips sucked the semen as quickly as I ejaculated it, and my body obeyed the command of this muscular girl as she rode me as though on a saddle. She kept squeezing my organ with taut tensings of her pubic muscles until I was more than dry, and my testicles could offer her nothing more. At long last, she released my aching penis from its captivity within the stern walls of her gender, it slid out limply and just lay on my abdomen. She had, quite literally, chewed me up and spit me out. She raised her enormous arms and flexed. The sight was awesome. "The bigger they come, the bigger you cum!" she mocked and licked her bicep slowly. She flexed her arm again. The grapefruit-size bicep springing to its 25" life, veins crackling as though displeased at being disturbed from its rest. "Like my big muscles, huh? Yeah, that's right, wimpy, look at it!" she teased, as she held the hard flex. Sara came into view. She loomed over me. "You never considered that you would end up a little muscle-slave to two huge and mean bodybuilding girls, did you?" she asked. "Well, I always said I loved muscles ... now it's just my own I desire! I got a surprise for you." She announced, sighing. One hugely muscled arm went behind her head. "Look down..." I was expecting to see her neatly-trimmed vagina, but I gasped at what my eyes met. She was wearing a huge, black strap-on penis. I was scared stiff! She quickly hoisted me up so I was positioned in front of her. She then slid the dildo into my ass while my cock was being rubbed against her steel hard abs. I was powerless to resist anything she wanted to do to my worn out, helpless body. Finally Sara forced my mouth against hers. Kissing me deeply, she wrapped her right arm around my chest and grabbed my ass cheek with her left hand. I grabbed Sara's biceps. They were not as huge as Connie's, but they were just as hard. Squeezing in on my chest, she started to lift and drop my ass quickly. I had never thought I could get an erection with 10 inches of cock in my ass, but boy was I wrong. My hardening cock was being rubbed against Sara's washboard stomach. Her muscles forced the dildo even deeper into my ass, her gigantic arms pinned me to her massive torso, and her mighty tongue overwhelmed my mouth, as she took complete and total control, body, mind and soul, over me. I tried to scream but I couldn't because Sara had her tongue in my mouth Releasing her kiss, she whispered: "Come on me, and I'll smash you to pulp!" At the same time, she increased the tempo of her motions. Moaning with mixed desire and fear, I tried to pull away, but Sara's arm was much too strong for my futile efforts. "I can't help it!" I cried, as I let go with a huge orgasm. She dropped me to the ground, and looked down on her cum-smeared stomach. Grabbing me by the hair, she roughly slammed my face against her stomach, causing my eyes to glaze, cross, and roll upwards into my head as I crumbled into unconsciousness. To be continued ... ...