Pauline Part 4; Pauline crushes all
by cobbk5@yahoo.com
Pauline works out her muscle lust on a muscular trainer.


Pauline was fairly breathless as she finished watching a huge, muscular woman
named Kate destroy a large male on a DVD. Not only destroy him, but she
crushed him utterly, snapping all his ribs and breaking his back as she
crushed the life out of him. (See Part 3).

Pauline was not only astonished, but completely horny. She didn't know where
this latent lust came from, or why she would find something so gruesome highly
erotic. But she couldn't do anything about that, she just knew she had to have
more. She wanted to experience this first hand, but she didn't want to kill
anybody. Maybe she could find an opponent strong enough to withstand her
power, maybe even give her some competition. The thought of matching her
muscles with an equally powerful man - or woman, made her head swim. She found
herself breathing hard again, her large nipples stood out proudly on her firm,
large breasts. Her muscles were tense, rippling sensually as she dreamed about
it.

Shaking herself, she decided she needed to do something besides lie here
totally frustrated. She decided to go to the gym and try and work off some of
her muscular frustration. At the gym where she worked out, she had noticed a
muscle hulk watching her. She tried not to exert her full strength when others
were watching. She needed to maintain a certain mystique, but at the same time
be alluring. Alluring was not any trouble for her, hiding her strength was.
But tonight her little charade would play itself out perfectly.

She got to the gym and noticed the muscle-hunk was working tonight. She
strutted around in a skin tight lycra one piece outfit that was merely a thong
bottom, with strings around the middle to a too-small top that barely covered
her large breasts. As she strutted, she thrust her top out nearly bursting the
see-through top, and delicately flexed her strong thighs as she walked. She
easily saw the muscle hunk in the workout mirrors staring at her, and better
yet, she clearly saw him adjust a huge bulge in his shorts as she walked away
from him. She grinned to herself. The trap was set very well she thought.

She worked on some of the machines, setting the weight to about half of what
she was capable of, which was still more than most people used in this gym.
She acted awkward, and a little unsure of herself as she worked out. It was
nearing closing time for the gym, and she had seen the muscle hunk look at her
every chance he got. In fact, he seemed to have to do many little errands in
the weight room when she was there. Before his shift was over every single
weight, bar, towel, weight machine was put away and sanitized, twice - LOL.

Pauline sashayed over to the hunk, her lower lip stuck out slightly. (It was
five minutes before closing.) "Sir", she started, "I seem to be having some
trouble with some of this exercise equipment. I'm not sure if I'm using it
correctly", she said as she took a deep breath, expanding her top near to the
breaking point looking away as if something caught her interest in the corner
of the room. She heard the hunk audibly catch his breath and turn away quickly
with his hand down below his waist, adjusting "something."

"Ahem, first off, please don't call me sir, I'm probably only a few years
older than you. My name is Chuck. And yes, I can help you, but I'm afraid
we're about to close in a few minutes." Pauline's eyes fell, pouting she said,
"Oh, that's too bad. I still have a lot of time left, and I've hardly broken a
sweat. Whatever you could do to show me would be greatly appreciated." She
adjusted her weight to one foot, slightly flexing her powerful legs and
stretching her arms over her head breathing deeply.

Chuck startled some, as though searching for a way around the problem. He sure
wanted to help this hottie, but the club closed in a few minutes, and he was
the only one here tonight. Then his face brightened hopefully. "Well, uh, miss
- what is your name?" 'Pauline', she said cheerfully. "Well, Pauline, this
might be your lucky night, depending on you. I'm not really supposed to do
this, but since I'm closing up the place by myself I will extend an offer to
you. If you don't have to be anywhere right away, I'd be glad to work with you
one-on-one after we close and I've locked the building up and closed the
books. It should only take 5-10 minutes", he said, his fingers crossed behind
his back.

"Oh, you would do that for me Chuck!? That would be so cool, oh this is
great", as she jumped up and down for joy, she threw herself at Chuck and
nearly picked him off the floor as she pulled him hard into her luscious body
to give him a big hug. She held the hug for longer than necessary, as she
thrust her massive, firm breasts into his heard chest, and her powerful thigh
gently grazed his hardening member. "Oh you are so kind." She stepped back
slightly and ran her hand gently down Chuck's chest as she pulled away. Chuck
was aware that he had not taken a breath in a while, his jaw hanging part way
open. "I'll make it worth your while Chuck", she breathed seductively. She
slowly backed away, flexing her legs slightly as she turned to walk away.

"I'll be waiting for you in the weight room."

It was right at closing time as Pauline made her way back to the weight room
and looked around, trying to picture the next part of her plan. It probably
wasn't two minutes later that Chuck came back into the room. "I thought you
said you had work to do at closing that would take a little while?" Pauline
said quizzically, inwardly grinning because she knew that the trap was sprung
shut. Chuck, somewhat out of breath (from running and locking all the doors as
fast as he could) stammered out, "O, I realized that the guy coming in early
tomorrow asked me to leave things as they are and just put things in the safe.
He has to do some record balancing and said there wasn't much point in me
going to the trouble tonight" he lied easily. "So, I'm all yours gorgeous.
Where would you like to start, or do you want me to direct you?"

"O, I wouldn't know where to start" she said. "But I have always been
interested in those Thigh Masters I've seen on TV. Do you have one of those
here?", she asked coquettishly, fairly batting her eyes at him as she said it.
Chuck answered, laughing, "Oh no Pauline. We don't have one of those. I've
never been asked that before", then more thoughtfully as he noticed the
expression on her face - "but we have other weight machines that will work
nicely on your legs" he said as he looked down unashamedly at her full thighs.
"In fact, your legs already look way too strong for one of those Thigh
Masters", he said gazing adoringly at her thick, beautifully muscled thighs.

Pauline received the compliment graciously as she put her hand down to one of
her firm thighs, and flexed it slowly, seductively, the muscles bunching and
swelling, rippling softly, then quickly receding as she flexed another part of
her strong legs, turning them back and forth and sensuously rubbing her hands
down her legs. "They do seem to be pretty strong, don't they?" she asked as
she looked at him seductively. "In fact, my last boyfriend used to complain
when we wrestled that I gripped him too tightly with my muscular legs." Chuck
was fairly panting now as he watched her gently rippling thigh muscles playing
beneath the perfect skin of her shapely leg. "Hey Chuck, what do you think?"
she asked brightly. "Do you think my legs have too much muscle?" flexing them
harder as she asked. The large quadriceps bulging outwardly erotically as she
tightened them, and held the flex. "Here, give me your hand. My boyfriend
thought that this part of the leg, Oh, what do you call them? Foursome, or
four something?" Chuck couldn't even answer he was so entranced by the
incredible hardness of the thickly muscled thigh he was touching. He had never
felt a leg like this on a woman before. Bingo thought Pauline. "Oh, I
remember, quads, or something like that. Yeah, he thought mine were too bulky,
especially when I did this." She stuck her right foot out, taking a breath she
pointed her toes and flexed her thighs to their fullest, massive, powerfully
rippling mass. Holding the flex for a moment, she turned her leg to one side
then the other. Each turn of her massively muscled leg caused another group of
muscles to harden and swell beneath Chuck's trembling fingers. His hard-on
threatened to pop out the top of his tight shorts. Pauline just laughed to
herself. Men were so easy.

"Chuck. Hey Chuck!" she said louder. Chuck finally seemed to snap out of his
muscle lusting stupor and pulled his hand back. "You looked like you were
dreaming there" she said, taking his hand and putting it now on the other leg.
"You seem to like my legs, I'll take it then that you don't think they are too
muscular. I mean, they are just sooo thick. So muscular, some even say they
are massive, ripped, striated - that's a weird word isn't it?" she said
laughing. Chuck was gone again. So Pauline just continued, carrying the entire
conversation (monologue) such as it was. "Yeah, I don't really like to work
out my legs too much, because I don't want them to BULGE too much. I mean they
are already sooo strong, so hard. Here see, hit them." Chuck heard that, and
lightly banged his fist on the granite thigh that swelled with muscle in front
of him. "No silly. I said hit it, like this." She took her own fist and
solidly smacked her thigh hard, making no impression but a loud thud. Chuck
gulped, and hit her thigh harder, Pauline just smiled, so he did it again, his
hand almost hurt as she tightened her steel thighs fuller.

Pauline was near to losing it herself as well. She was exercising great
restraint to not just tear his clothes off and fuck him right there. But she
was really wanting to wrestle him first, test her strength against his, to
make her even hornier. So, how would she direct the conversation? She didn't
need to do anything, her answer presented itself a few moments later. Chuck,
still admiring and lusting after her big thigh, still running his hands all
over the incredibly defined quads, spoke quietly, hesitating, "Uh, Pauline.
What did you mean about your boyfriend thinking your legs were too strong? I
mean, you said something about wrestling with him. Is that right?" Chuck
asked, barely breathing, the thought of pressing his body against this female
hard body muscle goddess nearly had him exploding in his pants already.

Pauline decided to play it cool. She wanted to work him up some more first,
although she could have just outright told him she wanted to press her hard
body against his, thrusting her strong hips, trying to pin him or have him pin
her hard body with his masculine one with his hard-on nearly ripping through
both their clothes to penetrate her rapidly gushing pussy. No, she wouldn't do
that, not yet. Instead, "Oh, we used to just tumble around on the bed, you
know, just playing is all. We never really all out wrestled, he would probably
have beaten me so easily it wouldn't have been any fun for me. But once in a
while, I just got my legs around him at the right place, and squeezed real
hard, and he didn't seem to like it. That's probably why he thinks these
little legs are too strong" she said, flexing both thighs standing on her tip
toes as she said it. Her thighs swelled so powerfully, it pushed her legs
apart.

(Truth is Pauline nearly shattered every rib in her ex-boyfriend's body when
he made her angry once in their wrestling when he hit her with his fist. She
threw him down, pulled him into a straight body scissor and went to full power
immediately, cracking several ribs with her man-crushing, powerfully muscled
rippling thighs. But she didn't want to tell Chuck that.)

Chuck was breathing heavily now, fairly drooling as he pondered this. He was
about to make a move when Pauline changed the subject.

"Hey, how about my lesson on the weight machine. Since we seem to be so
fixated on my legs, why don't you show me the equivalent of the Thigh Master?"
she asked. So Chuck took her to the weight room and showed her the thigh
abductor and adductor machine. He explained how you put your legs on the
inside of the pads, and press outward to work the Thigh Abductors on the
outside of your legs. He lightly touched her thighs, running his hands up and
down them to point out the different muscle groups in her quads. Then he
explained the Thigh Adductor exercise, how you put your legs on the outside of
the pads, and squeeze your legs together, working the adductors on the inside
part of the quadriceps. He firmly ran his hands on the inside of her legs,
pointing out her adductors. Pauline shuddered with arousal, her nipples
hardening noticeably. But she wasn't ready yet. "Oh, the adductors - that's
what I squeeze you with isn't it?" she asked innocently, but the "you" part of
the question was not lost on Chuck. He just swallowed loudly, trying not to
lose it completely, his hard-on pressing painfully against the inside of his
shorts, pre-cum already dripping from his penis as he painfully pushed back
his rising arousal.

"Uhm, uh, yes, that's right. Those are primarily the muscle groups that you
used on your boyfriend that made him complain that you were squeezing him too
tight. So are you ready to try a few exercises?" he asked, almost drooling
with the thought of seeing those powerful thighs flex with the effort.

"I guess" she said. "How much weight should I start with? Does 100 pounds
sound like a lot?" Chuck laughed nervously, his arousal almost taking over his
senses, "Uh, for some people 100 might be a lot, but I bet you could do more
than that." He had NO idea. Pauline smiled to herself and said, "Well, since
we're not sure, let's start with 120 then, and see how it goes." Chuck set the
weights at 120 and Pauline took the seat, making the seat adjustments as Chuck
gently moved his probing hands around her body, making sure everything was set
properly as he explained the technique, etc. "Okay, go ahead, but don't strain
yourself. Start slowly."

So Pauline began with the adductor, gently squeezing on the pads, careful not
to exert her muscles too much, she had already shown Chuck a good deal of the
size of her powerful thighs, but he had no idea how strong they were. So she
tried not to flex too hard, but pretending that she was at least working,
whereas 120 pounds was so light that she almost brought her legs together
without thinking about it. As she flexed her legs to start, Chuck caught his
breath again as her thighs swelled gently outward, and the weight started to
move. Pauline grasped the handles, breathing steadily as she was instructed,
and slowly brought her legs together, and held it for a moment before
returning to the starting position. Despite her efforts, her thighs began to
pump, and ripple with power - she couldn't help it. But she had hardly exerted
herself yet, so Chuck was still in the dark. At about the 12th rep, Pauline
started to slow down until she got to 15, and was "trying" to push out number
16. Then she stopped, wiped her brow and said, "Wow, that felt good. It wasn't
too heavy, I seemed to do it easily enough. I don't know how many I could do
at the next weight, but aren't we supposed to increase it slightly and try
again, but I do less - right?", she asked as if she had barely a clue.

"Yes, very good Pauline. That's exactly right. Now let's see, you worked 15
fairly easily, so lets up the machine to 150 and see what you can do." So he
set the weight, and Pauline began again. This time her thighs pumped even more
as she began to steadily push reps. 1 ... 2 ... 3 ... .4 ... 5, pause, flexing
... 6 ... . 7, longer pause as she (pretended) strained, her thighs pumping
larger, rippling with powerful sexy muscle. Going for 8 more slowly now, her
thighs rippling like liquid marble. She started to "grind" out number 9,
breathing heavily now, she turned to Chuck. "It's getting harder, what now, I
should be able to do these." Chuck put his hands on the outside of her steel
thighs, almost cumming on the spot. "I'll spot you" said Chuck. "It's where
you do most of the work, but I just help you over the hump so to speak. I
provide enough pressure on your legs to help you finish the exercise. That way
you get the maximum benefit, and don't have to stop early."

(Good lesson Chuck)

So with Chuck's trembling hands feeling the swell of the huge muscles in
Pauline's thighs, she began the last few reps. With his hands helping (yeah
right she laughed inwardly), she managed to get to 12, then 13, her thighs
nearly exploding with muscle now, but more from her forced flex than actual
use of the muscles themselves. As she finished 13, she stopped and drooped
over the machine, with a big exhale. "Wow!, that felt pretty good, and my
thighs really look pumped. I've never seen them like this before. Feel them
Chuck. Aren't they hard?" she beamed.

Chuck's hands roamed around the huge thighs, feeling the large outward sweep,
down to the narrow taper just above her knees, feeling the separations and
striation Chuck was almost overcome with lust. "uuuh," he almost moaned, "uh,
yeah, they're pretty hard I'd say. I can see why your boyfriend complained if
you wrapped these babies around him and squeezed. That had to hurt." That was
exactly what Pauline was looking for.

"Oh I don't know. I think he was a wimp, not a big, strong bodybuilding hunk
like you. I bet you could take my holds without any problem. You'd probably
wipe the floor with me. Do you want to try. I'm kind of tired after these
exercises, you can show me the rest of the equipment later if you want." She
needed to get this hunk close to her hard body, she needed to squeeze him,
hard. She hoped he was up for it. He was "up" alright, and ready to explode.

So they went to the mat room, and squared off. "What do we do now?" Pauline
asked. "I mean what about technique and that sort of stuff?" she asked, really
not wanting an answer, but trying to sound ignorant. "Let's not worry about
that right now. Let's just grapple some, try a few things and see how it works
out, and I'll try to stay out of those man-crushers. We'll just have some fun,
nothing serious, and later I can teach you some more wrestling if you want."
Pauline was fairly trembling with lust for this hunk. She was ready. "Okay,
you make the first move Pauline. I've done a bit of wrestling, but I'll try
not to use any of my moves on you."

Pauline grinned as she rushed towards Chuck, ready to rip his clothes off
immediately. Chuck was surprised by the quickness and aggression of her
charge, and was knocked clean off his feet onto his back, almost having all
the breath knocked out of him. Pauline squirmed for control, Chuck twisting
this way and that trying to escape her strong grasp. Pauline really did know
wrestling, and it was hard for her also to pretend ignorance. But all she
really wanted to do was smother this hunk with her big, hard body. She wanted
that hunk of meat inside of her, but didn't want to outright rape him. So she
struggled to pin him, or just make as much body contact as she could. She was
sufficiently heavy with her well-muscled body that he couldn't just throw her
off, he actually was struggling, surprised at her strength.

"How am I doing?" she asked. "Uuggh. Quite well in fact, I can't get loose too
easily" Chuck gasped. "Really, I'm holding you that well?" Chuck twisted hard,
exploding with muscle as he made a sudden effort to get out of her lock. He
partly escaped her grasp, but she lashed out at him with her feet, catching
him between her legs around the lower part of his waist. Pulling him tight to
her, she tightened her thickly muscled thighs, sighing with contentment as she
had him right where she wanted him. "Oooohh aaargh" his breath whooshing out
of him. "Oohhhhh, your boyfriend was right. You are really strong in the
legs", he said as he worshipped the bulging muscle holding him captive. She
gently flexed and relaxed her huge legs, loving the attention he was giving
her. But she yearned to really power down, to test her strength against this
stud. She hoped he was a strong as he looked. She tightened a little, a groan
escaped his lips, his face reddening. His hands worked frantically over her
massive thighs, looking for a weak spot, feeling nothing but rock-hard
chiseled muscle exploding beneath his probing fingers. His penis was also as
hard as a rock, near to exploding, even as the pain started to mount,
confusing his poor brain between the incredible pleasure of her rock-hard body
and the crushing pressure on his waist. Good thing she didn't have her legs
around his chest.

Suddenly the pressure got worse, "Oooof" was all he could say, all his air was
gone, his body felt like it was in a car crusher, and he could feel the
further swelling of her incredible thighs, pulsing with power, easily smashing
his body flat between her man-crushing thighs. Suddenly he felt something soft
grasp his rock-hard penis beneath his shorts. He groaned with pleasure, right
on the verge of cumming, when he suddenly felt like his body would burst as
her thighs tightened further, swelling outwards powerfully, moving his hands
further apart, his guts ready to burst, bile rising in his throat, then she
squeezed and pulled on his hard cock, and the flood gates let loose as he shot
cum into the air higher than he ever had before. Stars exploded in his eyes,
as his body was crushed even harder. He knew he was about to die, and the last
thing his overwrought body sensed was a loud groan that was not his own, and
his hands sliding down over the thickest quadriceps muscle he had ever seen or
touched. Her muscles were hot with power, blood coursing through huge veins as
she poured the power to her hold.

"OOOOOhhhhhh yes. O God ... .Yes, Yesss ... . Ooooooh" Pauline screamed
loudly. She was experiencing a powerful orgasm as she crushed the helpless man
between her thighs, which were probably pushing 29 inches on the tape, with
bursts to nearly 30 as she crushed, and crushed, flexing powerfully, orgasms
wracking her sexy, powerful body pulsing its way through her thick, steel hard
thigh muscles, centering between their power-packed girth and the body she was
crushing between them. As her orgasm wound down and her conscious senses
returned, she quickly looked down at the seemingly lifeless man between her
thick, now relaxed legs. She sighed contentedly as she saw he was breathing
evenly, large red, and black and blue bruises showing around his waist. Well,
he didn't throw up, she didn't hear any bones break, and she could see his
limp, spent penis with puddles of cum all around and realized he probably
wasn't complaining anyhow.

..fifteen minutes later ...

Chuck groaned as he started coming around. He was dimly aware of two things,
the incredible pain in his crushed waist, and the incredible pleasure he was
feeling in his groin. As he became more aware of his surroundings, he
remembered wrestling with Pauline, and realized she had crushed him between
her thighs. He then realized that Pauline was the source of the incredible
pleasure he was feeling. She was sitting astride him, her powerful breasts
stuck straight out, her hard bullet-like nipples piercing the air, and her
powerful body moving gently up and down on his very hard member. Her thighs
pulsed gently with power as she was careful to keep her weight off his bruised
middle. In fact, she was nearly supporting all her weight on her feet, as she
nearly squatted over him to keep from sitting on him. As he became fully
aware, his senses were flooded with the sensuous nature of her dominating,
powerful body, and his penis suddenly pulsed to a super-hard state, swelling
even more powerfully in her body, rapidly approaching explosion as his hands
found her powerful thighs, and his eyes drunk in the site of her massive
muscular chest above him. He was pushed rapidly over the brink as she brought
her two arms up and hit a double biceps shot while looking down lustfully into
his eyes. Her arms swelled up, and up, hardening, separating into huge mounds
of granite muscle, her shoulders bunching and rippling with power. He exploded
inside of her like he had never done before, like loosing his cherry all over
again. He moaned, and groaned, pushing up as hard as he could to maximize
contact with her powerful body. Her eyes closed as she felt herself filled to
overflowing with his cum, her body trembling on the brink of another orgasm
for herself. She came suddenly, and powerfully, using her biceps as the outlet
of her muscle lust so she wouldn't crush him again. Her huge upper arms
swelled larger yet as she flexed herself through another orgasm, the biceps
peaking to the height of her massive shoulders. Looking up at the incredible
sight before him, Chuck shuddered and came even harder, fueled by her lust. So
it went building and building for both of them for at least another minute as
they experienced mind numbing orgasm after orgasm together.

As they both wound down, their overloaded senses and brains shut down, and
they passed out in a heap next to each other, breathing deeply and evenly.
Even the bruising and pain in Chuck's body was numbed as though he had
received a large shot of pain killer.

They slept coma-like together almost until the morning shift came in.

End of Part 4.