An erotic threesome with my huge female muscles - plus photos
By Sandy, Pumpmeup@yahoo.com
Sandy  recounts her muscle-sex encounter with Mexie & Jack at a high school reunion
 
The following story is a work of fiction.  Do not read it if you are
under 21, as it contains explicit language and graphic sexual content. 
All characters are fictional and any resemblance to actual persons is
merely coincidental.
 
Hi, Sandy here.  First, I'd like to thank my readers for their voluminous
and encouraging feedback to my first two stories posted here, "Sandy" and
"Sandy answers a special request", located here:

http://www.thevalkyrie.com/stories/1misc25/sandy01.txt
http://www.thevalkyrie.com/stories/1misc25/sandy02.txt
 
More flattery, please, send more!  And if you want stories by my
beautiful, dark-haired and sexily muscled pal Mexie, please let me know
and I'll pass on your requests to her. For now, though, I'd like to share
another muscle-fuck experience the two of us enjoyed with a surprised
but eventually grateful and satisfied guy named Jack Forrest, who I
acknowledge for his helpful suggestions on this story.  To illustrate
this, Mexie and I decided that, to preserve our anonymity, we'd refrain
from posting actual photos of ourselves, but we've searched the internet
and selected images that are most definitely NOT us, but are close to
representing our appearances.  We came across so many that we couldn't
keep track of where we got them, and we can't post them here without
knowing who the copyright holder is, and we'd need permission.  So where
I wrote "Image-1, Image-2" etc., you have to email me if you want a
peek.  I'll answer such requests for all of April and May 2008; after
that, use your imagination!  For instance, Image-1 is close to what we
look like when Mexie admires my huge muscular arms, although my abs and
breasts are much bigger and Mexie is cuter than is depicted there!  

 
Now for the story.  Mexie and I received an invitation to a reunion of
our high school, which is where we met, and became best friends, and
finally embarked on our quests for power and perfection, muscular and
sexual.  In the weeks before the reunion, I'd been pumping up my muscles
especially hard, to make the most dramatic impression - I wanted
everybody's jaws to drop, and the guys' mouths to salivate, when they see
such a tall 5 foot 10 voluptuously well-muscled blonde stroll into their
midst.  Mexie, too, had been working out her tight little body, now
bulging with sexy muscles.  Our high school chums had seen us get big and
strong back then, but in the subsequent years we both got
much more muscular - they ain't seen nothin' yet!  There are 2 images we
found on the net that show women who are almost as muscular as the shape
we got ourselves into. 

 
A few nights before the reunion, I had a dream, the same one that had
been recurring for some time, in which my already large clit morphs into
a huge, erect penis.  But this time, Mexie was involved.  Bascially, in
the dream Mexie licked my clit continuously as it slowly grew into a
handsome cock, and then she kept sucking on it and fist-fucking me.  In
the dream this not only felt incredibly fantastic, but as a side effect
my dream-world muscles nearly doubled in size and strength.  And then, we
switched positions and I did the same to Mexie.  In the end, we adopted a
69 position on eachother (which we actually had done occasionally in our
youth), with titillating tongues and strong hands bringing us both to
frenzied orgasm.  When I woke up, I couldn't get these she-male images
out of my mind.  They were really clear, kind of like this:

 
As a result, I was intrigued with the idea of muscle-fucking Mexie like a
man would, and with male "equipment" to complement my enormous muscles,
which are anyhow bigger and stronger than most men's.  What I wanted was
to flex my big hard muscles right onto her, like I do with my male sexual
partners.  I like them to feel my power, intensely, right through my
muscles.  And although my clit is indeed enormous, I don't want the lack
of a cock to limit my pleasuring of her.  So I decided to buy a strap-on
dildo and kept it in my purse at all times.  You never know when it might
come in handy.
 
On the evening of our reunion, the party was held at the high school gym,
which had been decked out with tables full of drinks and munchies.  Mexie
and I wore tight-fitting clothes to highlight our pumped-up bodies.  Me,
I wore a tight black miniskirt and blue tube top to bring out my eyes,
and wore matching black closed-toe high heels (size 10).  Mexie wore tiny
cut-off jean shorts, a black cotton form-fitting blouse that made her
brown hair and eyes look even more dark and mysterious, and in keeping
with the casual look, she wore high-top pink sneakers.  When we walked
into the party, you could hear the hum of conversations ebb to a low
point as the heads turned and jaws dropped.  OK, so the girls there
smiled and said hi and chatted but all the while shot jealous looks at us
and at their dates, who were positively drooling over our muscular good
looks, undressing us with their eyes.  The MC was an older alumnus who
came up to us, introduced himself as Jack Forrest, and asked us to sign
the guest book.  Jack looked to be 5 foot 9, brown hair and eyes, about
160 pounds, prominent cheekbones and chin, not a bodybuilder by any
stretch of the imagination but not in too bad shape for a guy of his age,
which I judged to be around 50.  Jack said, "Hi girls, you look great -
I've been hosting these parties for years but haven't seen you before. 
Names please?". "Sandy Rexpot and Mexie Sussell", we chimed together. 
"We haven't attended the previous events, but finally decided to make a
splash", said Mexie.  "Indeed you have", said Jack, who continued,
"You've got to be the best-looking girls that have ever graced one of
these reunions - what things were you into during high school?"  "I was
on the wrestling team and several other sports teams", said I, and Mexie
explained, "I was on the cheerleading squad".  "Wow", said Jack, "That
must've been quite a sight to behold!  See you later, enjoy the party." 
He left us to our mingling, but we kept noticing him stealing glances at
us across the gym throughout the night.  When he put on the dance music,
Mexie and I showed off our lithe, muscular bodies, the sight of which
doubtless resulted in an erection on every guy there.  In my view, and
I'm sure Mexie would concur, guys might not like to admit publicly how
they're attracted to "our kind of girl" but once they get close enough to
really take in our bodies with their eyes and our scent with their nose,
I find that their breathing gets louder, sweat tends to break out on
their faces and palms, and their pupils dilate in wonderment.  I think
men are programmed to seek out health and beauty in women, as a vestige
from when early human males were looking for the healthiest female
specimen they could find, as breeding material.  And what could hit that
evolutionary mark in the male brain more squarely than a really strong
healthy woman with muscles bulging out as much as her breasts?  Anyway,
at the break, Jack came over to watch us at the table and chairs that
were set up for our inevitable arm-wrestling contests that were requested
by so many of the guys, all of whom we beat decisively with our powerful,
bulging biceps barely straining at all.  They all started out with such
confient expressions, and ended up humiliated - I could tell from their
post-defeat sheepish grins that being crushed by me and Mexie was, in
some way, erotic and enjoyable.  Hitting that brain-mark again, I think,
and titillating that urge to find the best female body to aim their eager
sperm.  Jack smiled devilishly at each of our victories.  Mexie and I
thought he was kind of cute, so mature and handsome.  After all the other
people left, Mexie and I were left with Jack, and helped him clean up the
gym.  While doing so, we chatted about my "evolutionary theory", and I
could tell it struck a chord with Jack, and somehow it became obvious
that Mexie and I should stay a bit with him afterwards.  Then, we sat on
one of the gym mats and out of one of his boxes of CDs and sound
equipment Jack pulled out a bottle of 12-year old Scotch and three shot
glasses.  "I was saving this for a special occasion, and with your
arm-wrestling victories tonight, I think this calls for a toast", he
said.  We drank, and he said, "You know, I had a girlfriend back when I
was in high school; she was a super-muscular cheerleader named Sandy ,
who was almost as strong and beautiful as you two.  We hit it off at
first, but then I blew it, and I've regretted it ever since.  In fact,
ever since elementary school I've had a thing for strong, beautiful
girls.  I guess that little piece of my brain we were talking about got
activated way back then, and it has been with me all this time".  Mexie
winked at me and said to Jack, "Maybe you should see us perform over
there in the weight corner, see if we're up to your standards, eh?"  We
walked over and picked up the free weights lying there.  Jack watched
eagerly as Mexie shot him sexy looks while pumping up her biceps with the
100-pound barbell and lifting it cleanly above her head over and over,
like it was nothing.  When it was my turn, I said, "Jack, how about you
feel my biceps grow to its maximal 18-inch size and hardness while I curl
these 70-pound hand weights?"  Jack practically flew into position behind
me, his hands each on both of my upper arms at first, then as
they swelled in size from the repetitive pumping, he concentrated both
hands on my right bicep, which easily fended off his feeble attempts to
squeeze it.   Mexie spotted me while my enormous arms and pecs
bench-pressed 250 pounds for 10 reps; I wasn't aiming to break my record
of 285 pounds and 7 reps, I just wanted Jack - and Mexie - to see how
strong I had become.  After the weights, Mexie and I posed side by side -
a double biceps first, then a chest and lat spread, a triceps flex, and
then an abs crunch.  "So, are we up to snuff?", I asked, as we headed
back to the mat for some more shots.  "No doubts, you two are fantastic,
with the true meaning of the word", said Jack.  We all had one more shot
each of that smoky, peaty Scotch.  Mexie said, "Well then, look where you
find yourself now.  One of us is a muscular beauty named Sandy like your
old girlfriend but this Sandy wasn't a cheerleader.  And on the other
hand there's me, a fit, muscular former cheerleader but I'm not named
Sandy .  So, if you could relive your fantasy about your old flame all
over again, now, which one of us would you choose?"  Jack was silent for
a moment as he thought about it, looked us both over lustfully,
undoubtedly trying to decide which of us he'd rather have muscle-fuck him
senseless.  I mean, he must've been thinking, "Do I want the beautiful,
dark and mysterious looking Mexie to squeeze my cock between her gorgeous
thigh muscles, or would I rather have the incredibly muscled Sandy jerk
me off between her bulging 18 inch bicep and 13 inch forearm?"  Finally,
"How about both of you?", suggested Jack.  I said, "Now, I like a man who
can think out of the box.  How about you prove your determination first
though, let's see if you can beat us in an armwrestle and then keep up
with Mexie here in some laps around the gym".  It was late, and we'd had
the Scotch after a long night of partying, and Jack had said he was 49 -
a 25-year age difference from Mexie and me, so this was indeed a
challenge.  I knew there was no way he could beat either of us in the
armwrestle, even though we'd already put our muscles through a workout
with the weights but I wanted him to feel our power before anything
else.  I also knew he must have wanted to join in the contests but was
probably too embarrased to do so in front of everybody else. "OK, I'm
game", said Jack.  First up was Mexie, who lay down on the mat, cocked
her arm, and stared at him with her beautiful, seductive brown eyes. 
Mexie said, "Ready when you are, Jack".  "Let's get it on", said Jack,
in a tone of voice that hinted he was beginning to get aroused.  Jack
clearly tried his best, breath held, lips pursed, forehead furrowed with
strain, groans punctuating his futile efforts.  Mexie beat him in about
10 seconds - the first 9 of which were her toying with him.  She smiled,
said "Good try, Jack", and gave him a kiss on the cheek. Jack watched
longingly as Mexie picked up her tight, muscular frame and knelt down
next to him.   Then it was my turn, replacing Mexie in position
belly-down on the mat.  Jack licked his lips as he noticed my breasts,
which were pushed into fullness in that position, then into my deep blue
eyes.  He raised his eyebrows as he offered up his hand, and whispered
pleadingly, "Don't hurt me, Sandy, please".  I gripped his hand, heard
him breathing hard, Mexie said "Go", and I simply held my arm in place as
he huffed and puffed, trying in vain to budge my massive arm.  His hand
felt small and weak, yet somehow its vulnerability drew me closer to this
sensitive man.   "Try using both of your hands, Jack", I offered.  Jack
was surprised that even with that advantage, he still couldn't move my
arm.  "Let me help", said Mexie, applying one of her man-beating powerful
arms to aid Jack in his efforts.  With the addition of serious force, my
18-inch bicep bulged more and more, but I still held my arm in position. 
"OK, last-ditch effort - try adding both arms, Mexie!", I said,
grinning.  Even with all four of their hands on my fist, pushing with all
the combined strength that both of them could possibly muster, my massive
superior arm was more than a match for them, and after a bit of playing
the tight bundle of fists back and forth, I was just starting to move in
for the pin.  Mexie is almost as strong as I am, so I confess I had to
hook my other hand around a ring recessed in the floor beside the mat, to
avoid them just turning over my 180-pound body, unmovable arm
notwithstanding.  Just then, Mexie said, "Aw, shucks, Sandy, how about
this?", as she maintained her grip but swiveled her body around at right
angles to us, so that her crotch, the warmth of which I could feel
through her sexy shorts, covered all of our hands.  She pushed with
strong pelvic thrusts, backed up by all of her weight, eventually
countering my strength and forcing my my vein-bulging arm down to the
mat.  "We won, Jack!", exclaimed Mexie, rolling onto her back next to
Jack, her laughter echoing in the empty gym and her hand massaging her
crotch with one hand and patting Jack on the shoulder with her other,
which was clearly to his delight.  "Yes, you sure did", I said laughing
too, and shaking out my massive arm and rubbing my slightly sore biceps. 
Jack, sitting back up on the mat, smiled widely and said, "Wow, that was
fantastic, Sandy , you're so incredibly strong - I'm amazed!.  My "old
Sandy " was strong too, and could beat me and other guys in an arm
wrestle, but she was not nearly as strong as you are".  "Earth to Jack",
sang Mexie, "don't get distracted so easily, remember now you've got to
do those laps with me", said Mexie, trotting around in a circle.  Jack
managed to shelve his nostalgia, collect himself, and jog after Mexie
along the perimeter of the gym.  "Hey, Mexie", puffed Jack behind her,
"How did you come to get such an unusual name?"  His trick worked and I
saw that Mexie slowed down to drop parallel to him, and answered, "It's a
nickname.  One time when I came back to school from an Easter break and I
couldn't stop raving about how I loved my family trip to Mexico, my
friends started calling me Mexie, and I liked the sound of it, so it
stuck."   "It's pretty, and unique, just as you are", said Jack.  "Thanks
for the compliment, but you can't have me if you can't catch me, ha!"
said Mexie, speeding up and leaving a frustrated Jack further and further
behind her.  Just then, their paths brought them close to the mat I was
still sitting on, and I lunged forward and wrapped my huge arms around
Mexie's meaty thighs, tripping her onto the mat.  We both rolled around,
but she wan't going anywhere.  "Go, Jack, go!", I shouted, and Jack
finally passed us, then circled back and lay down next to us on the mat. 
" Sandy , you interfered and let him win", complained Mexie, laughing
again.  "Payback, payback", I giggled.  The feeling of Mexie's thighs
felt good, really good, and now I was starting to get aroused.  I
formulated a plan.  First, I would get Jack's cock up, while his blood
pressure was still nice and high from the running.  Then, I would take
turns with Mexie sucking him while the other one of us made him lick her
clit.  Then I couldn't think of any more plans because my clit and
nipples were already acheing, so I rolled out of the tangle with Mexie
and I pinned Jack on his back on the mat, covering him with my big,
powerful body.  I held down his arms extended out to the sides, spread my
massive 27-inch thighs over his, and wedged my clit on his hardening
cock.  "Mexie, I think it's time we rewarded Jack for his hard-won (or
should I say, hard-on) victories over us - how about you strip while I
hold him down", I said.  Jack struggled in vain, but I think he didn't
want to get out from my control, he just wanted to feel how much stronger
I really was.  Exerting all his might, he couldn't budge me or my loosen
my grip.  Mexie stripped naked, her muscles glistening from the sweat
still covering her body from the running just before.  "OK Jack, you can
have a taste", said Mexie.  I backed off Jack's arms and slid down enough
to let Mexie remove his shirt, straddle his upper chest and offer up her
pussy into his surprised face.  "Mmm", was all Jack could say, as Mexie
pulled his head into her hot pussy.  Jack's dreams of having a young,
muscular cheerleader again finally started to come true, after all those
long wistful years.  I took of my clothes, then undid his pants and
pulled them off, along with his boxers.  I saw that his cock was a good,
hard specimen, larger than most and my hot, wet mouth went for it without
hesitation, sucking it with my tight lips rubbing it up and down against
the backdrop of Mexie's groans, which rose to a crescendo as she shook
with the first of several orgasms she would experience that night.  The
sounds of her pleasure got me more excited, and I felt my juices wetting
my cunt.  "My turn over there, Mexie", I said, and we switched
positions.  As Jack's eyes widened at the sight of my gigantic clit,
inches from his face, he exclaimed, " Sandy , even your clit looks like
it lifts weights!"  While Jack went to town on my clit with his tongue, I
looked back over my shoulder to watch my beautiful Mexie using just the
tip of her tongue to rapidly titillate every inch of Jack's
ever-stiffening cock.  I laughed, "Jack, now you have your cheerleader
AND your Sandy, two in one, how's that, eh?"  Jack's eyes smiled up at
me, ecstatic.  His eyes closed with the pleasure he was getting from
Mexie, who had wrapped her lips firmly around his cock and was slowly but
forcefully bobbing her head up and down, over and over, stronger and
stronger.  Our mat was near the door to the girls' locker room.  "Jack,
do you also have keys to the locker rooms?", I asked?  "Mm-hm", Jack
mumbled through my wet pussy, wisely not daring to make any pause in his
tongueing of my huge, swollen clit.  "Up we go", I said, as I got up to
retrieve the keys out of his pants pocket and let us into the locker
room.  I toyed with the idea of carrying him and Mexie both, one in each
arm, but rather than do so and risk bumping their heads on the doorframe,
I contented myself with the knowledge that their struggles would be
futile - and that thought really turned me on even more.  My pussy was
hot, wet, and hungry.   As we entered, Jack said "Sandy, this is a great
idea; the girls' locker room is such a symbolic and frankly arousing
place for me to have you and Mexie".  "You mean, for us to have you,
don't you Jack?", countered Mexie.  I lay down with my back on the low
bench that so many girls had sat on over the years, changing into their
gym clothes, and Mexie couldn't resist going down with her mouth on my
pussy as soon as my legs were spread.  I told Jack to straddle me over my
waist, with his cock on my rock-hard abs.  I put one hand behind my head
and the other mashed his cock into my ab muscles, which rose up and
hardened as I did half sit-ups, crunching his cock with my power.  I then
grabbed his legs and walked him up to my 48-inch chest, sliding his
throbbing cock up to my bulging pecs, and engulfed it with my firm
breasts.  His cock grew more and more as he rocked back and forth,
masturbating it on the strength of my huge chest.  Mexie had been
gradually accelerating her tongue service while all this was happening,
and it got me aroused out of my mind.  "Sandy, I want you", breathed
Mexie, and she switched from licking me to finger-fucking me, first with
one, then two, then with her whole fist, harder and harder, faster and
faster!  Then I couldn't contain myself any longer.  I bore down with my
powerful vaginal muscles onto her fist, which increased my pleasure
tenfold, and I came right then and there.  Over my screams of ecstasy, I
could barely hear Mexie say, "That's good Sandy , come, I want you to
keep on coming, let it all out", and as I came and came, she reached up
and touched Jack's shoulder and continued, "and Jack, I want you too,
now".  And I wanted to keep having wild, mindless sex with Mexie, but I
also wanted Jack inside me, thrusting his cock deep into my hungry cunt
the way Mexie was doing with her fist.  And Jack wanted both of us, too! 
What do do?   "Mexie, take my place here on the bench", I commanded. 
Mexie lay on the bench, with her pussy just at the end of the bench, her
legs spread.  Jack stood over her so she could suck on his stiff cock,
which had grown to surprising size because of the double muscle-girl
stimulation.  I was recovering from my first orgasm but was still aroused
hotter than hell, and couldn't bear to see Mexie's wet pussy unattended,
acheing to be fucked.  I ran out of the room and returned with my purse. 
I put on the strap-on cock, and French-kissed Jack on the mouth as I
lifted him off Mexie.  I bent over her tight, olive-skinned muscular
body, caressed and sucked her erect, dark nipples, pressed my breasts
onto hers and said, "Mexie, I have something for you, something I've
always wanted to do - I'm going to pleasure you out of your mind".  I
slowly slipped the strap-on dildo into her wet cunt.  Mexie purred, "Oh,
Sandy , don't stop, please don't stop!"  "Jack, I'm not too busy to be
fucked doggy-style at the same time", I said.  In that way, we found the
ideal fantasy come true.  Jack was fucking me from behind, while I was
fucking Mexie with my powerful pelvic thrusts in counterpoint with
Jack's.  I could feel the solidity of my huge muscles getting denser and
harder as my excitement kept mounting, since every time I thrust the big
dildo into Mexie^Òs cunt, the inside of the harness pressed again and
again onto my enormous, throbbing clit, sending waves of pleasure into
me.  Mexie arched her spine and bent her head back onto the bench,
breathing hard through her open mouth, and started shaking her pretty
head left and right, then her hands reached up and gripped my thick
arms.  She whispered, ^ÓSandy, I love feeling your rock-hard biceps while
you pleasure me; I^Òm in heaven ^Ö now fuck me, fuck me really hard,
Sandy^Ô    I pushed deeper and deeper, harder and harder, faster and
faster, bringing us both to orgasm again and againt.  Mexie^Òs eyes began
to roll back into her head, then she closed them and darted her tongue
back and forth rapidly across her lips, and her meaty shoulders began
writhing more and more forcefully in my strong hands.  She then pressed
her luscious lips together in concentration.  ^ÓMmm^Ô, sighed Mexie, over
and over.  I contracted my powerful vaginal muscles in spasms around
Jack^Òs ever-hardening cock, then releasing them when I felt him almost
bursting.  Jack had his hands pressed around my shapely, massive glutes,
which were now covered in a layer of sweat.  His fingers squeezed against
the hard, unyielding muscles under my smooth, flawless skin.  Jack began
to whimper, ^ÓOh, Sandy , let^Òs do this forever, just forever, be my
Sandy again^Åmy Sandy .^Ô  The locker room echoed with our moans for a
solid half-hour, during which Mexie and I came several more times, our
juices dripping onto the locker room floor, and in the end, the three of
us climaxed simultaneously in ecstasy.  Afterwards, we collapsed back out
on the mat for a few minutes, breathing hard.  Finally, we polished off
that bottle of Scotch and vowed to repeat our fantasy encounter - as
often as we could.
Sandy, signing off !