Carol's Crushin'
By Mr. Squish, mistersquish@yahoo.com
Carol has a unique idea of dating: muscle domination


Carol was a big girl. Not at all fat, just large. She stood nearly 5' 10" and
enjoyed the smooth dense musculature of a swimmer, which was what Carol was.
Now, in her junior year of college she had really started to develop: her
shoulders had broadened, her chest had filled out, her lat spread was
noticeable, especially at practice where many of the swimmers stood a few
inches shorter than Carol. She was impressive from the waist up, no doubt.
Below the waist, though, Carol had no equal. She had trained her legs like a
warrior, where once she had sticks, there now stood oak trees. Her thighs and
calves were mighty indeed and intimidated many of the more seasoned swimmers,
including the men.

The men were in lust for Carol's body, the sleek muscles, the unbridled power
that lay below their surface. The wild look she had in her eyes just before
practice or a meet, the look that warned this lady took no prisoners.

Carol had no interest in committing to anyone romantically. She was dedicated,
no, devoted to her training, the competitions and her studies. She was focused
and determined to excel in whatever turned her on. This isn't to say that
Carol didn't have hobbies. She enjoyed herself, blew off steam at the pub or
at the gym. She caught a movie from time to time; hit the dorm parties when
the mood hit her. But Carol's favorite hobby was unique to her. It required
only her force of will and knack for intimidation.

She liked to call it simply, "crushin' ". She'd be pumping iron and the
thought would cross her mind, and she'd make a night of "crushin' ". She'd
have to find the right candidate of course and figure out where this all would
take place, but these were minor details. The candidate usually presented
himself quite easily. Like today's choice, Glenn. Glenn is a freshman swimmer,
almost painfully thin. There is muscle to him, just not a ton. He is in shape
and has adequate stamina for what Carol has intended. This isn't what makes
Glenn stand out, or earmarks him as "crushin' " worthy. It's what he has
stowed between his legs, the beast trapped within his speedo.

Carol has an analyst's eye for things and her estimation place's Glenn's tube
steak at nearly a foot in length, probably half a foot in diameter. She's
heard the banter in the men's lockers, the whispers amongst the insecure guys.
So, carol makes the simple preparations, slides into a sexy thong and bra
combo, then slides on a pair of sweat pants and t-shirt and hooded sweat
jacket. The way she has the night planned, she won't be wearing these for
long. Carol re-check's the room number, perfumes herself in all of the areas
she wants then heads out.

Glenn's room is easy enough to find, the freshmen are all housed in the same
unimaginative brick building. It takes Carol a moment to track the room, then
navigate through the myriad of activities cluttering up the hall, including
but not limited too: a trio of freshmen hauling several cases of beer poorly
hidden under their coats, half a dozen guys playing floor hockey, pizza
deliveries, knuckleheads pledging and hopeless pockets of desperate late night
studying.

Carol knocked on the door and Elle answered. She was thin, tight-bodied and
push-up bra busty and half a foot shorter than Carol. Carol strode past her
and into the room. Elle turned quickly, throwing an, "Excuse me, who are you?"
at the party crasher. Carol ignored the airhead. She saw Glenn sprawled on the
couch, also in swim team shirt and sweats. Glenn's jaw- dropped when he saw
Carol, source of numerous hard-ons and jerk sessions. She gave him the wild,
take no prisoners look, saying only, "Let's hit it."

"Hit what? ", Elle wanted to know. "Glenn is with me. I don't know who you
think you are -", she didn't get to finish.

Glenn interrupted, "That's Carol".

"Okay, so what?" Elle continued.

"He wants to fuck me. He thinks about it all the time," Carol stated
confidently.

Glenn blushed in embarrassment. Elle's eyes grew large, she flushed with rage.

"He probably thinks about me when he's fucking you, by the look of it," Carol
added with a dismissive assessment of Elle's cookie cutter model- wannabe
physique.

And that was pretty much it, the straw that broke the bottle-dyed camel's
back. Elle saw red and launched herself at Carol, swinging her fists
viciously. Her right landed hard against Carol's tightly toned abs, it sounded
like a fish hitting a slab of granite. Elle shrieked as her left connected
with Carol's equally impressive shoulder, Elle doubled over in pain, both of
her fists, stinging. Carol laughed.

Elle was furious, "You bitch; you hid a book textbook under your shirt."

Carol lifted up her shirt and flexed her abs, the eight-pack rippled to life.
"Hardly. Now are you done or should I let these babies continue to kick your
ass?" Sheila finished with another sensual flex of her steel- plated
abdominals, "Bet you can't wait to get your tongue on these, huh, Glenn?"
Glenn's eyes bulged, as did something else.

"Fuck you!" screamed Elle and was on the offensive again. She must have taken
a martial arts class somewhere along the line, because she launched into a
dramatic kick to Carol's head which seemed practiced. Carol ducked under it
easily. Forgetting herself, Elle followed with two more quick blows to Carol's
abs. Again they bounced off harmlessly. Elle shook her hands painfully, looked
around desperately like a trapped rat for help.

She found it not in Glenn, but her intramural softball bat. In one graceful
movement (years of dance as a child), she grabbed the bat, leapt and landed in
time to deliver a savage swing into Carol's stomach. The sound was explosive!
Carol doubled over, steadied herself against the wall. Elle gripped the bat
tightly, ready to swing again, waiting to see if Carol would leave.

Elle couldn't resist a taunt, "Had enough you chlorinated skank? Get the fuck
out of here before I really kick your ass!" Elle was confident now that she
had her bat. She grinned at Glenn to remind him that he was her fuck buddy.

Slowly Carol straightened herself up. She leaned to the side; spat some blood
then rose back to her full height. Elle continued, "You done? Take your saggy
ass home. I got work to do with my man."

Glenn couldn't believe his luck: two hot chicks fighting over him. Getting
themselves worked up to the point that whoever won, they'd want him to supply
a victory fuck. Holy crap!

Carol smiled, wiped the remaining blood from her lips with the back of her
hand and walked confidently toward Elle. "I'm not leaving, you slag. You had
your shot, now it's my turn."

Elle was unnerved by Carol's willpower, but tried not to show it, "Fine fat
ass, it's your funeral!" With that she swung again, but Carol expected it and
was too fast. She grabbed the barrel of the bat before Elle could get it
going. Carol pulled the bat from Elle's desperate grip. Glenn winced expecting
Carol would beat the crap out of Elle with it. She surprised them both by her
next move.

Carol held the bat in front of her, "Now, think of this bat as your head."
Then she held it by the handle and slipped the barrel between her thick
thighs. She concentrated and flexed her thighs mightily, they thickened and
constricted around the aluminum bat. The bat twisted between the pillars Carol
called legs, it grinded loudly and popped. Carol smiled darkly as she slid the
now flattened barrel from between her tremendous legs. Elle and Glenn stood
staring speechless at the power this woman's legs wielded.

Carol laughed, "I'm not finished, not by a long shot. You like softball, sweet
cheeks?" Elle nodded carefully. Carol unzipped her sweat jacket, pulled it
off. She raised her right arm and flexed it hard, pumped it teasingly, "You
see this; it's nearly as big as a softball. I bet you'd like to play with
this, hmmm, big boy?" Glenn was beside himself, god he wanted to please this
muscle queen.

"I'm sure you do. Watch and whimper, lover boy," Carol laid the flattened bat
across her shoulders. She doubled the intensity of her focus and bent the bat
around her solid shoulders, the veins in her arms, shoulders and neck twitched
as she powered the bat into a "u" shape. She tossed it aside like a used pipe
cleaner.

She strode over to the incredibly terrified Elle, "That is what a real woman
can do. She doesn't take crap from white trash whores and their gutter mouths.
Understand?" Elle nodded, tears beginning to form in her frightened eyes.
Carol grabbed her by the hair and threw her to the floor. "What is yours is
mine. Understand, you little tart? I fuck Glenn when I want. You will ask me
permission when you want to. Understand?" Elle nodded shamefully.

"You will pleasure me when I tell you. You will eat me out, bath me, massage
my sore and throbbing muscles. You will cater to my whims. If you do not,"
Carol grabbed a cantaloupe from the counter, stripped off her sweatpants and
placed the melon between her thighs. She pulled Elle's head up by the hair to
give her a close look. "This could be your head", and with one enormous flex
the cantaloupe exploded all over Elle's simpering face.

Carol pulled Elle's face into her cantaloupe coated panties, "Start licking,
bitch, and don't stop 'till I've finished." The musky scent wafted from
Carol's muff to Elle's nose. It was such a turn on, Elle dove in lustily, her
tongue licking the inside of Carol's thighs ferociously. Carol pulled Elle's
face in deeper, rode her. Elle and Carol moaned together, their sweat-soaked
bodies glistening in the cheap light of the moth-eaten dorm room. Carol
reached down and tore Elle's shirt off, pulling it apart at its seams. Elle
slid Carol's silk panties off, caressing the swimmer's tremendous legs,
worshipping every inch of their mind-blowing power.

Carol tore her own shirt off with her free hand, flexed her chest and burst
the constraining bra in half, her D cup breasts bouncing free. Glenn had had
enough. His cock was raging, nearly splitting his pants with its astounding
mass, more erect than it ever had been before. Carol waved him over, pulled
him into her from the side and plunged her tongue deeply into his mouth. He
returned her passion with equal force, but nearly came instantly as he felt
his cock pressed against her massive thigh. Carol buckled as Elle freed the
first flush of orgasm from her, Elle nearly passed out by the sudden flood of
cum that flowed out. Carol's passions were as powerful as her muscles,
apparently.

Elle sunk to her knees and caught her breath as Carol tore the pants from
Glenn and loosed his monster. Carol's breath caught as she saw it naked for
the first time. It bobbed free, big and beautiful and even thicker than she
had imagined. Glenn ran his tongue across her broad chest, drinking in her
sweat and scent hungrily, "I think I'd have a harder time crushing that bat,
it's sooo thick" she whispered into his ear. His fingers slipped into her
first. "Not as thick as your incredible thighs", he answered. Carol needed no
further prepping. She was warm and wet to the touch.

Carol fell to the floor, pulled him on top of her, the tip of his hefty cock
teased her full lips. He spiraled the tip round her aching muff, nearly
causing her to cum several times before he thrust boldly and deeply. Carol
moaned and wrapped her mind-boggling legs around him. He rammed the shaft in
further; she dug her nails into his back. The third thrust drove him three
quarters of the way in: nine plus inches of length, seven inches around. Carol
tightened her legs, Glenn fought for breath but would not back off. He plunged
his anaconda in full bore, Carol came hard and long and loudly. He drilled her
further. She loved it, like a rodeo ride, she was in for the whole hog.

Glenn held off as long as he could, but the sight of Carol made him cum alone.
Actually being in her was intense beyond belief. Carol moaned while she hit
her third orgasm, "Pull out before you come. I want to see that rocket shoot!"

Glenn held out as long as he could, until both heads pounded with unbelievable
pressure. He slid out and erupted, a true canon shot. His gorilla cock
generated an amazing amount of cum. It spattered against the wall eight feet
away, a pungent dose of funtak. Carol finished the last few spurts with her
sexy feet, rubbing them the length of Glenn's shrinking but still monstrous
member.

"You, clean us up," Carol snapped her fingers at her new slave. Elle did as
she was told, putting her pierced tongue to good use. She lingered a bit too
long on Glenn's shaft. It began to come back to life under her hard- working
tongue. Carol was not amused, "Glenn, take your cock and slap the stupid bitch
around. Teach her a lesson. Now!"

Glenn hesitated because he could not believe his ears. Slap Elle around with
his cock. He'd never thought of that before. Not only was Carol smoking hot,
but she was a genius. Frankly, he'd had enough of Elle's mouth too, except
when it was servicing him. Elle could suck chrome off a bumper. Elle
crab-crawled backwards in retreat but stumbled. Glenn knelt over her and let
her have it. God, it felt good. She whimpered as he pummeled her with his foot
long cock. Each slap made it thicker and harder, pre-cum trickled out the tip
and spattered her face.

"Enough," Carol stopped him with the velvety crush of her lioness' voice. "I
want a taste," and Carol licked her lips, beckoning Glenn to her. She sat on
the couch, her stunning body relaxed. Glenn stood over her and as her lips
wrapped themselves around his engorged tip, his hips involuntarily buckled,
but he kept himself from shooting too fast.

Carol snaked her sensual tongue around the mammoth tool and squeezed. Glenn
felt the pull, it was unbelievable. His cock fought for supremacy, thickening
in the amazon's mouth. Carol's nipples shot out nearly two inches; she was so
turned on by the struggle. She loved making everything in her path submit and
this massive man meat was destined to be one more victim of her devastating
sexuality and physical superiority. Glenn decided to be aggressive and slid
his broad cock in fast. Carol arched her neck and nearly dislodged her jaw,
but took it all. Nobody, NOBODY, had ever deep- throated Glenn before, but
Carol did. Her tongue pulled again, firmer. Glenn tried to fight it, but he
exploded when Carol's tongue released. He filled her mouth with his bountiful
cum. Pleased with himself that he'd made this superwoman swallow, Glenn
grinned moronically. Big mistake.

Carol grabbed Glenn and pulled him to her. She locked her lips on his and
transferred the copious cum into his mouth, then released him. The shock
caused him to swallow, then gag and vomit in the sink. "You don't cum until I
tell you to, stupid little boy," Carol slammed his head into the sink. "Don't
ever disrespect me again. Got it?" she spat the last bit into his ear, the one
she wasn't trying to shove down the drain. "Yeah, got it, "he nearly cried,
his head resting in his own puke.

"Funny, shit-wit, I don't think you do," Carol yanked him back up, "I bet Elle
understands." Elle nodded. Carol gestured for her to come over; then powered
Glenn into a full-nelson. She applied it with such force she pulled Glenn off
the ground. His feet dangled helplessly like a child.

"Go ahead, show him what I mean, this weak piece of meat," Carol smiled
wickedly and tightened her hold a squeeze or two. Glenn grimaced and groaned.

Elle stepped up and peppered Glenn with an array of blows from kicks, to
chops, to punches to his gut and face, with each blow she screamed something
like, "Obey your goddess, bitch." Slight variations to that, but basically the
meaning was the same.

Before long, Glenn was bloody and breathing weakly. Elle was exhausted but
liberated; she stopped only when her Goddess told her to. "Alright killer, I
think you've made your point. You've also made your mistress so hot: finish me
off, baby," Carol flung Glenn aside and caressed her sweaty little minion's
head. She kissed Elle passionately. Elle returned her desires and soon was
dining on a fine dessert, her lady's muff.

Carol enjoyed this final climax and let it be the end of her night. She
stopped briefly by Glenn, made sure he was breathing. He was, but he had
passed out from all of the attention. She left him with a gift; never let it
be said Carol wasn't a generous Goddess. She doused his bruised and bloody
head with a golden shower, then left. After all this exercise, she needed a
steak, a beer and a nice hot shower. "Crushin' " always did leave her with the
munchies.

The End?

What do you think? Should there be a sequel?