What a party!!!   Part 3  
By Smog.



Connie laid me down on the girls restroom floor, and stood astride me, her
fists on her hips once again. I gazed blankly up at the massive thighs and
huge boobs ... .well, they were not really breasts, but huge, hard-muscled
pecs with a small brown areola on each, which filled my whole field of vision.
I was determined to resist any attempt by this musclegirl to dominate me
sexually anymore, the way she now dominated me physically. Connie could see my
desperate internal struggle. She laughed out loud, squatted down and opened
the front of my pants. My member shot out, and stood huge, and erect as a
flagpole. Connie laughed again at the sight.

"You just can't imagine how good it feels to be this strong, this powerful."
She said and reached down under her short skirt and effortlessly tore her
underwear off, exposing her trimmed black bush. I was embarrassed, looking at
her crotch, so I threw my head back and stared at the ceiling.

Then slowly, very slowly, she squatted down further over me, and took my
straining cock deep, deep inside her.

"Come on, look at me!" Connie commanded as she began to slowly ride my rock
hard cock.

As I looked down from the ceiling, Connie flexed her arms and chest. Her lats
stretched the sides out while her biceps completely filled the sleeves. Her
chest was threatening to pop out of the front. As she expected, the sight of
her bulging muscles made me even harder than before.

I struggled to retain control of myself. I tried desperately not to cum. I
thought of Susan, baseball averages, vegetarian diets; anything to take my
mind off the tidal wave of sexual feelings that Connie seemed able to arouse
in me at will.

She noticed my struggles intensify. Her grim laugh boomed out again.

Then she again raised her immense biceps, and flexed. My eyes glazed over at
the sight. My resolution weakened. Then Connie 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
and with my mouth 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 once again. She held me there, totally at her
will, while I begged and pleaded for release. Then she gave me the full
treatment. I heard myself scream. My eyes nearly bulged out of my head and I
erupted into a massive, volcanic orgasm. I thrashed and jerked convulsively
while screaming so loudly that Connie had to place a hand over my mouth.

A few moments later I slowly subsided. I lay limp and spent on the ground.
Connie grinned.

"This has been fun. We must do this again sometime wimpy-boy!" She rasped.

She flexed her muscles again and within seconds my erection had reappeared.

Smiling wickedly, she held me helpless while she took me over the cum-line
even once again. I was way past the point that my body could bear. My
thrashings became weaker and weaker and my screams subsided into pathetic
whimpers, and then, with a sigh, I passed out into oblivion.

Some time later I woke up and as I started to sit up, I noticed a note in my
hand.

"Catch you later!" it read.

As I read it my body started to shiver uncontrollably and I almost ran out of
the restroom and left the party.

The End.