A Belly Punching Demonstration
by Terry  
A personal session with Melissa that Marvin won't forget

    She was even more gorgeous than he'd expected.  It was a shock when 
she opened her apartment door wearing a bathrobe.  The photos in the 
muscle and fitness magazines didn't do her justice. 
    "Marvin?" she asked with a friendly smile.  He nodded.  "You're right on 
time.  Come on in."
     He entered.  He'd never had a personal session with a female bodybuilder 
before, so he was a little nervous. 
    "Hi, I'm Melissa."  She offered her hand and he shook it.  The top of her 
robe was open, and he couldn't help staring at her generous cleavage.
    "You look great!" he said   He gave her the cash they had agreed on over 
the phone. 
    She laid the bills on a table.  "Thanks.  You wanted me to wear a bikini, 
right?"
    "Yeah."
    "How's this?"  She opened the robe and let it fall to her feet.
    Marvin was speechless.  He couldn't believe his eyes.  Her muscular body 
was ripped to the max and perfect in every way, from her big round breasts 
to her sinewy legs.
    Melissa grinned as she watched his eyes explore her body.  She turned so 
he could see her superb back and ass.  She glanced over her shoulder.  
"What do you think?'
    His eyes were wide as saucers.  "Wow!" was all he could say.
    She turned back to face him.  "You want me to do some posing?"
    "Sure," he stammered.
    Melissa giggled and went into her posing routine.  She was clearly 
enjoying Marvin's gasps of awe as she hit each pose.  When she flexed her 
incredible biceps, Marvin looked liked he was going to faint.  Melissa 
laughed out loud.
    She came up close and flexed her right biceps in front of his face.  "You 
want to feel?"
    He squeezed her biceps.  "My God!  It's hard as rock!"
    "I'm famous for my arms," she said.  "I put on an inch since the last Ms. 
O contest.  I'm gonna' blow the judges away this year."  She lowered her 
arm and stepped back.
    Marvin's eyes lingered on her breasts, then wandered down to her abs.  
They looked like steel plates.
    "Is your stomach as hard as it looks?"
    Melissa chuckled.  "Guys always want to see if I can take a stomach 
punch.  You wanna try?"
    He looked reluctant.  
    "It's OK, Marvin.  Go ahead.  Give it your best shot."
    Marvin punched her belly.  It felt like hitting solid rubber.  Melissa didn't 
even flinch.
    "Come on, hit me hard," she challenged.
    Marvin hit her harder.  He still didn't make a dent.
    "Don't be a pussy!  Hit me as hard as you can!" she commanded.
    Marvin gave it everything he had this time.  Melissa seemed not to feel it.
She laughed.  "Is that all you got?"
    "I suppose you could do better," he retorted.
    She laughed again.  "Lots of guys want to see how hard I can hit."  She 
bounced on her toes and threw some playful punches in the air.  "I got a 
good punch, baby.  I could knock you out."
    Marvin grunted in disdain. "No way.  You got some muscles, but you're 
still just a girl."
    Melissa stopped bouncing and arched an eyebrow.  "You want to try me, 
big man?"
    "Yeah, sure.  But no punches to the head.  Just hit me in the stomach." 
    "Like this?" Melissa poked him in the belly.  It knocked the wind out of 
him.  Melissa laughed.  "Your tummy's kinda flabby.  You want me to hit 
you as hard as I can?"
    Marvin scowled.  "Yeah, as hard as you can."
    Melissa shrugged and smiled.  "I aim to please.  You promise you're not 
gonna wimp out on me and change your mind?  I hate it when somebody 
breaks a promise."
    "Yeah, yeah. I promise.  Give me your best shot."
    "Okay, you asked for it," she said with mischief in her eyes.  "I gotta 
warm up first.  That alright with you?"
    "Sure, go ahead."
    Melissa bounced on her toes and hit Marvin in the gut with some fast 
punches: left, right, left, right.  With each punch her fists dug deeper into 
Marvin's soft midsection.
    Marvin folded over and dropped to his knees, gasping for air and 
whimpering in pain.
    "Pretty good, eh?" Melissa teased. 
    Marvin kept gasping and whimpering.  Finally he croaked, "You DO hit 
hard!"
    Melissa laughed.  "You not gonna stay down there all day, are you?  I'll 
help you up."
    She grabbed his arm and lifted him to his feet.  She propped him against 
the wall and patted his cheek.  "You OK, big boy?"
    Marvin was still grimacing in pain.
    Melissa cooed, "I'm just a girl, but I got big muscles."  She flexed her 
right biceps in front of his face.  Marvin stared at it; this time it made him 
shudder.
    Melissa placed her left hand gently on Marvin's chest.  "I've got good 
news for you, Marvin," she said cheerfully.  "You wanted me to hit you as 
hard as I can.  I'm all warmed up now."
    It dawned on Marvin what was coming.  He tried to slither away, but 
Melissa's hand on his chest pressed him firmly against the wall.
    Melissa chuckled.  "Bad boy, you promised you wouldn't wimp out."   
She drove her fist into Marvin's stomach so hard his entire body quivered.  
His eyes bulged nearly out of their sockets as the air came out of him in a 
whoosh.
    Melissa kept her fist buried to the wrist in his stomach.  Marvin's head fell 
onto her shoulder.  "Here's a bonus since you tried to wimp out."  She lifted 
him up until he was on his tiptoes.  
    She felt his hands clutch her forearm, futilely trying to pull her fist out of 
his stomach.  Then he grabbed her upper arm.  His body went limp when he 
felt the mass of rock-hard muscle filling his hands.
    Melissa let him down and removed her fist.  He collapsed to the floor and 
curled up, holding his stomach with both hands, groaning in agony. 
    Melissa watched in amusement as Marvin rolled on the ground.  "Do I 
hear you crying?  Are those tears in your eyes?  Poor baby got a tummy 
ache?"
    Marvin finally recovered enough to get to his feet.  "Holy crap!" he said, 
barely able to talk..  He wiped tears from his cheeks.  "It still hurts like hell."
    "You want another one?" Melissa grinned.
    "God, NO!" he cried.  
    "You know what they say.  Be careful what you wish for."
    Marvin nodded weakly and walked to the door, still holding his belly.
    "Come back any time.  That was fun," laughed Melissa as she let him out.