What a party!!! Part 2 By Smog. At that moment, Connie pulled my head close to hers, so close that our lips touched. I tried to make resistance but failed as she were so much stronger than me. While she, literally, caught my breath, she pressed her hard body against mine. Her thigh pressed my growing member up against my own stomach. She proceeded to flex the huge muscles in her thigh and I felt as I was swimming away on a blackness, the world went dizzy and I creamed the insides of my pants. Connie released me and looked at me. "well, well", she said "muscles really turns u on, huh! Hey ... then u must love me, because I think I am the strongest, most muscular girl in the whole world." She raised her arms and flexed her huge biceps, as she giggled like the teenager she was I was shaking as my eyes meat hers again and my member was starting to slowly stretch towards her biceps again. "Ohh...got your attention again! You are just soooo cute ... I just have to kiss you!" Connie pulled me closer to her and started kissing me roughly. Her tongue went on a voyage in my mouth. She was so strong, that she only used one arm to support my bodyweight, with no apparent struggle. She used her other hand to lightly caress my member while she explored my mouth with her tongue very roughly. She started to caress me faster again. I tried to withdraw my lips from Connie's, but she just reacted by caressing my member more furiously and faster. In spite of my efforts to distract myself, I lost control and came in my pants one more time. Totally spent I dropped to one knee. "What the hell are you doing to my boyfriend! "? Susan cried. With fire in her eyes, Susan pushed the muscle-girl in her chest. "Get your hands off my boyfriend!" she snarled, "or else ... .!" The girl did not move one inch. She just rolled her eyes upwards with a sigh. "Else what?" She asked. "You are just a typical breast bimbo. That is so old fashioned. Maybe your booooyyyyfriend just likes a girl to have a little muscle ... .and then he must really love me!" She shot the crowd a double biceps pose, cannonballs of muscle popping up on her upper arms. "See what you're missing, little man?" she said to me with a wink. She stood with her legs apart, as solid as a giant redwood; her fists on her hips, her heavily muscled arms and shoulders fully on display, power beaming from her huge muscles with an almost palpable force. For a split second the sight stopped Susan in her tracks Susan then sighed and moved towards Connie and struck her on the jaw. A little love tap. Just hard enough to knock out another female. Connie's grim smile widened slightly. Susan was nonplussed. She struck again, this time harder .The blow smacked against Connie's stomach. Connie moved one hand from her hip, and placed it over her mouth as if to conceal a yawn. "Frankly little ms fit girl," she said "You bore me." Susan struck again, even harder. The blow ploughed into Connie's solar plexus. This time Connie appeared unaware that the blow had even been struck. Then, slowly, she raised her arms, and flexed her muscles. Her whole body swelled into a bulging, pulsating mass of rock hard muscle. For the second time Susan was stopped in her tracks. For a split second she stood paralysed. Connie, however, moved!! Her biceps swelled even more, and her huge fist crashed down into Susan's temple like a thunderbolt. Glaringly bright fireworks exploded in Susan's head. As they subsided she felt a hard pressure against the side of her face. Shaking her head to clear it, she found that he was lying on the ground at Connie's feet, and that the floor was pressing against her cheek. Connie had knocked her down with one punch. Connie stood over Susan, her legs apart, her fists on her hips, scowling Contemptuously at Susan's efforts to push herself up again. She stared dazedly up at Connie, conscious of nothing but the mega-massive bulk of the mega-muscular physique which loomed over her. "Now, where's my prize?" Connie laughed, turning and looking at me. I was more concerned about Susan, and headed in her direction. Connie grabbed me by the shoulder and turned me around. "Where are you going, lover boy?" She asked. "I have to help her" I answered, trying to turn back to Susan. "What?" Connie bellowed, "You'd rather have that pathetic little weakling? You can have this!" she yelled, flexing and thrusting her engorged biceps in my face. "You did not have to hurt her." I answered back. "Why you no-good little runt, I'll teach you to appreciate girls like me!" Connie snarled while grabbing me by the back of my neck and ramming me face-first into her steely flexed bicep. I reeled back from the impact. "Now I do not believe in hitting on girls!" I warned while shaking the web-cobs out of my head. Almost before I had finished the sentence, she whipped my body round, so that my back was towards her. Her right arm went round my throat. She squeezed, flexing her bicep into my neck as she did so. My face started to turn purple. My tongue started to loll from the side of my mouth. I tried desperately to pull her arm away from my throat, but the hugely muscled arm was far too strong for me to move. Memories of the beating my girlfriend had taken from Connie, and my feelings of total helplessness before her massive muscles, and the realisation that I was now being totally dominated 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 member starting to stiffen again at the thought. Connie noticed my reaction to her domination. She lowered her mouth to my ear, and chuckled softly. "Looks like you don't mind having these little girly muscles beat the crap out of you little man." she whispered. She stroked my cock sensually. This time my member shot up in my pants. "In fact," she chuckled, "it looks like you really like it." She then swung me up on her shoulders and headed for the restroom. To be continued ... ...