The muscular roommate - part 2.
By Smog.



The next time Tina had me over, Monica was in her room. Tina and I were in the
living room watching a movie and cuddling a bit, when I had to go to the
bathroom. The bathroom was down a hallway and I had to go past Monica's room.

When I passed the door to Monica's room it was closed, but when I went back
from the bathroom the door was only half closed. As quietly I could I snug up
to take a peek inside.

I almost gasped out loudly and I breathed sharply as I saw Monica, doing
dumbbell curls with 45lbs on each arm. She smiled as she raised and lowered
the seemingly feather light weights in rhythm. Her wickedly pumped bicep
exploded with raw, unadulterated power as she hefted the weights.

The huge muscles screamed to escape their lycra prison of the white long
sleeved top she was wearing stretched to the limit with her smallish but firm
looking tits resting atop thick beefy slabs of pectoral muscle. Her stomach
was ridged with plates of muscular armour, flexing and bulging with a life of
their own as she continued to effortlessly heave the weights.

In contrast to her white top, her black thong exposed the thickest, mightiest
quads I had ever seen. The cliffs

of rock solid thigh meat formed a sickeningly huge teardrop shape over her
kneecaps. The diamond shaped calves stretched the top of her socks to the
breaking point, seemingly ready to burst open at the slightest flex. I took
this all in and was starting to sport the largest erection I had ever felt.

"19....20!" Monica breathed and let the weights thump to the floor. She shook
her outrageously pumped and now huge arms and walked over to a full-length
mirror.

"Ahhhh....I just love a sexy workout!" She cooed to the mirror.

She curled her inhuman arms into a glorious double-bicep flex, the pumped
muscles expanding downward and upward as I stood wondering just when exactly
they were going to stop. She flexed and milked as much muscle as she could
licking her lips in ecstasy as she watched the mountains of rock hard bicep
compress against her unyielding forearms.

"Hmmm...." I heard her murmur to herself as she placed her big hands on her
hips and began to expand her humongous lats. I stood in amazement as I watched
her back expand and expand, a tear in the tight top forming at the small of
her back as she powered her back into a lat pose.

"C'mon, get bigger! Harder!" Monica breathlessly commanded of her muscle, with
that she flexed as hard as she could and tore the back of her white top in
half. Her golden dimpled back displayed valleys of solid muscle pulsing with
delight as her top was shredded against the flexing onslaught of her back and
chest leaving her topless.

I could not help but letting out a soft moan as I saw this girls back grow
huge and hard, the image of the front of her in the mirror displaying a wall
of solid muscle as her traps expanded outwards from her bull neck and her
tits, tits that I halfway expected to see sag but Monica's tits stood straight
out with nipples erect, riding atop gigantic slabs of beefy chest muscle.

She put her left hand on top of her right biceps, the motion causing her left
biceps to flex involuntarily, squeezing her enormous bicep.

"Damn! My biceps are getting soooo big!" she says and she strokes it again and
again.

While keeping her hand on the massive biceps, she moves her other hand down to
abdominal muscles. "MMMMM! Oh I am so hot! "

Her hand moved past her abdominal muscles down to her sex. "MMMM that feels so
damn good. Just can't help myself!"

"Enjoying the show are we?" she suddenly asked catching my eyes in the mirror.
I stood absolutely still, my face redden at the thought that she had known I
had been watching the whole time.

Monica then smiled a wicked smile and I bolted for the living room.

Later that evening when Monica walked through the living room, in only a robe,
to get to the kitchen, she said nothing, but she sent me a wicked smile and
winked at me.

"Tina, I need you to go to the store to get something!" she shouted out from
the kitchen.

Tina started to argue, began a couple of protests, then got up and started
towards the kitchen,

but Monica just then came out, stood directly in front of Tina and opened the
robe, her back toward

me. She murmured something I couldn't hear. Tina looked Monica up and down,
swallowed twice, then turned without a word and stormed out the door slamming
it behind her.

Monica turned to me and flashed a gleaming smile.

"He he he ... I don't know if she is afraid of my "little" muscles or she just
really loves them! Maybe if she was to take her vitamins and eat her spinach,
she could develop something like these," she said and flexed her hugely
muscled arms until they tore the sleeves of the petite robe.

She removed her robe and stood before me in a small black posing bikini and
knee-high shiny black riding boots, which really exposed the aura of raw power
which beamed out of her.

"Well, little boy, now I have you all to myself. How do you like that?" she
said.

I thought I was going to faint. Monica stood about five feet seven inches, and
her skin was a nice golden tan.

Relaxed she looked smoothly sexy; the tiny scraps of fabric hid virtually
nothing but a couple pubic square inches and the color of her clearly defined
nipples.

Not a word had come over my lips as I was totally awestruck at the sight of
this muscle princess.

"Anyway, I have the power and muscle to take who and what I want, anytime I
want it!" she growled at me, "and right now I want you! "

Monica began to move into a series of poses, the smoothness evaporated as
ropes of muscle bulged, shifted, bunched and exploded.

I estimated her arms at over 17 inches as she flexed them. The peaks were huge
with incredible vascularity. Her chest was well over 40 inches around with
small breasts, sitting on top of a huge mound of pecs-muscle, standing proud
and firm. As she did a full front lat spread her body fanned out to incredible
dimensions. Her huge chest was offset by a tight waist probably about 26 or 27
inches, with incredible definition. Her legs were immense with quads well over
30 inches and perfectly formed. Her calves bunched to a hard knot as she
moved, promising incredible power. She looked at me and smiled.

"I'm beautiful, aren't I?" she asked. She was obviously in love with her own
musculature and who could blame her.

When Monica finally stopped her display and stood, gleaming with perspiration
and every muscle evident under tight, gold skin, in front of me, I felt like I
was waking up after a dream. I was sweating as freely as Monica and had
forgotten the cold drink in my hand. Now I gulped half of it down.

"Well, what did you think?" She asked me.

Monica flexed her right arm again and studied it with a critical eye.

"Seventeen inches! Nice peak, good definition. Would you like to feel?" She
took my right hand in her left and guided me to my feet. Her golden breast
brushed my arm and I couldn't tell if she was about to put my hand on her
flexed arm or her firm breast. Either way, I knew where this was headed and
couldn't believe my luck.

I wrapped my weak fingers around her massive biceps. The Amazon musclegirl
flexed her powerful arm forcing my hand open. I couldn't even get halfway
around her mountainous arm.

She shifted position, so that she was now holding me to her with just one hand
and brought her other hand up to flex. My god! Her biceps were enormous. I
stared at them in amazement and she started working her vaginal muscles
against my member.

"You'll never find anyone else like me. I'll hold you like this and let you
look at me. I'll spoil you for any other girl, and I'll do it just because I
have the power and beauty to do it." She whispered.

"I want you to take out your cock and rub yourself then rub it on my biceps!"
Monica said, "I want to feel your warm cum on my sexy hard muscles. Let
yourself go, you know you want too! Worship my muscles with your cock."

She reached down, unzipped my pants and releasing my throbbing member.

I moaned out in pain as well as a little pleasure, "Monica ... please! Let me
go! You're... hurting me!" but she didn't let me go.

She took my erection in her grasp and placed it between her bicep and forearm.
She bent and unbent her arm over and over again, pumping my dick against her
huge bicep.

I silently moaned out, "Oh .. oh .. oh .. god! That .. oh .. shit!" Within
seconds, I blew my load all over her arm but she didn't seem to mind. She used
it as a lubricant to go even faster.

Just then the front door opened and Tina came home again.

"Good girl. Right on time! Get over here and lick this of my biceps, bitch!"
Monica growled. To my amazement, Tina just bowed her head and went to Monica
and started to lick my cum off of Monica's still flexed bicep.

I watched in silent embarrassment how Tina licked and worshipped Monica's
huge, hard bicep and I felt my dick grow hard again.

"I am glad you are a fast recover!" Monica said, noticing my growing erection,
"Because we still have a lot of fun left!"

That's when I realized that the only two choices I had now, was to get out as
fast as I could or to be forever obsessed by this redheaded muscle goddess.

The end.