Jenna's Muscle Encounters
By the Calffan ? Calffan@hotmail.com

My name is Jenna.  I'm a 27-year old recent college grad, working as an IT salesperson on the 
East Coast.  I'm 5'9" with what can only be described as a muscular build.  I was a top-rated 
gymnast while in college and came just short of qualifying for the 2008 Olympic team.  While I 
loved gymnastics, by the end of my college career, I realized I loved working-out just as much, if 
not more, than gymnastics.  Even though I still casually participate in gymnastics, I am an avid 
workout freak and have the body to show for it.  Unlike many women, I absolutely love being 
muscular and the reactions my muscles get in public.  I've had my share of interactions with all 
types of people because of my hyper-muscular physique and really enjoy displaying how 
powerful I am.  Simply put, I'm a muscle tease.  

There's nothing sexier than watching a guy try to steal glances of my big, vascular biceps when     
I pick up a 24-pack of water and place it my shopping cart.  I feel a tingle between my legs when 
a woman can't tear her gaze from my muscular legs.  I often rise up on my toes when I know 
someone's checking me out.  I'm a bit of a legend at work, refusing to cover up, allowing all 
those who love muscle women to live out their fantasies on a daily basis.  About a month ago, I 
moved to a new place, about 45 minutes out of the city.  I hadn't had a chance to familiarize 
myself with the neighborhood, with the exception of the nearest gym.  I hadn't had an 
opportunity to do any real grocery shopping and stopped by my local supermarket, looking to 
stock up for the rest of the week.  

One of the cashiers, a young lady about 19 years old, commented on my muscular legs, which 
are definitely my favorite bodypart.  I was wearing a skirt, which would come just below the 
knees on a normal woman, but on me it stopped a couple of inches above my knees, due to my 
supremely developed thighs.  My arms weren't exposed, but it was clear that I was just as 
muscular above the waist as I was below.  She told me my legs looked awesome and would love 
to be as muscular as I was.  She then asked me if she could feel them, which made my nipples 
stiffen at the thought.  There was no way I could do so in the frozen food aisle, but I wasn't 
going to pass up the chance for muscle worship, especially from such a young lady.  I told her      
I would go into the ladies room and that she could fondle my huge legs in one of the stalls.  
Her eyes grew wide and she asked me to give her a couple of minutes.  It was early in the day 
and there weren't many customers in the store and I fully intended to take advantage of it.

While in the bathroom, I looked at my reflection in the mirror, running my hands over my 
massive thighs, marveling in how hard they were.  "God, I just love these thighs," I moaned, 
tracing my hands from my quads to my bulging hamstrings, down to my bulbous calves.  I 
straightened up and flexed my quads, watching the outward sweep of my gigantic legs, which 
flared out at least an additional inch with each flex.  My pussy started to leak, as it always does 
when I indulged in my own musculature.  My muscle lust was kicking in big time and the young 
lady hadn't even touched my legs yet.  

I regained my composure and stepped into the largest stall in the ladies room and peeled off my 
skirt.  I smiled at the amount of effort it took to bring it down past my swollen thighs, only to 
get caught again on my wide calves.  To me, that was the best part of being so muscular; clothes 
that barely or don't fit.  I probably wear skirts at least 75% of the time because of my 
ridiculously huge and muscular legs.  I could smell my sex, a subtle wet spot in my panties, as I 
anticipated the fondling I was about to receive.  I hoped the young lady didn't chicken out; I 
really needed to have my muscles worshipped.  It had been over a week since my last worship 
session, a young lady working in the ladies dressing room section at the store where I have my 
business suits altered.  Just thinking about Mandy groping my granite thighs got me hot again.  
"Ohh, Mandy... you loved these big legs too, didn't you?"  I flexed my quads even harder, 
thinking about that young lady.  I'd gotten ahead of myself and squeezed her head too tight 
while she was sucking on my clit, a muted desperate plea to "stop" emanating from between my 
legs.  I left her unconscious in one of the dressing room stalls.  My wet spot grew.  I kicked the 
skirt to the side, noticing the bulge of my bloated calf from the minimal effort.  Just then, the 
door closed, an audible "click" filling the empty room.  My voyeur was here.  

"Hello? Hello?  Is anyone in here?" she softly spoke.  'She sounds so sweet,' I thought to myself.  
'Don't break her.'  

"Yes, honey, I'm here.  Come on in."  She opened the stall and stepped in, gasping at the sight.  
She was obviously taken aback by my physique, as I had removed all of my clothes.  It was 
subdued and barely audible, but reading her lips, she mouthed Oh my God.... My nipples 
hardened.  

"Don't be shy, young lady.  Consider these muscles yours."  

"I-I told my manager I'd clean the bathroom, so I can stay in for about 30 minutes." 

"Good girl."   

She reached out and ran her palms along my triceps, up to my biceps and along my traps.  I 
moaned. 

"This, this isn't possible....  You're so muscular.  Oh my."  

"Yes, honey, I am extremely muscular.  Do you like these muscles?"  She frantically groped my 
traps, momentarily taking in the expansive width of them, moving to the small of my back and 
muscular ass.  

"Yes, you're more muscular than anyone I've ever seen."  Her eyes were half-lidded as she 
relaxed and began groping and squeezing my abs, running her hands across my 6-pack.  
"Mmmm, so muscular, so muscular", she moaned.  She was a couple of inches shorter than I 
was, and I guided her down to her knees.  "You're enormous.  There's muscle everywhere.  And 
it's so hard."  

"Yessss... it is, honey."  She paused, licking my abs, bracing herself on my hamstrings when I 
reminded her about why she was here.  "My thighs are getting jealous, sweetie; you said you 
wanted to feel my big legs," I sexily admonished her.  

"Yes, oh yes, your legs."  As she knelt down, I pulled off my panties, which were completely 
soaked by now, and placed them on her face; she took a deep breath, inhaling my animal scent 
and sucked the pussy juice from them.  Her hand never left my calf, obviously too small to 
encompass half of its girth.  She looked up at my swollen clit and swallowed hard.  "Is that real?" 
she asked, lost in her own muscle lust.  

"Yes, sweetheart, it's real."  Cum was running down the insides of my thighs.  

"It's so long... and thick."  

"It's very sensitive; go ahead, give it a lick."  She tentatively tonged my clit; I shuddered.   

Now on her knees, my young worshipper wrapped her hands around my right quad, kneading 
the flesh as I tensed the muscle.  I wobbled my massive thigh, snapping it into place, which 
made her squeal.  "What's your name, honey?"  

"It-it's Susan.  My friends call me Susie."  Susie ran her face along my bloated thigh, licking and 
kissing the stone hard muscle.  

"Nice to meet you, Susie; I'm Jenna."  Susie was busy at work, trying her best to suck on my 
prominent teardrops, completely lost in the task at hand.  I gently grabbed the back of her head 
and guided her along my thigh, towards the back and my dimpled, muscular hips.  I spread my 
legs and Susie licked my hamstring as I lifted my leg up, causing the rock hard muscle to stiffen.  
"Keep licking honey, I like that."

Susie repositioned herself and attached her mouth to my left thigh.  I bulked up my already 
pumped quad, relishing in Susie's muscle sucking.  

"How do you fit anything over your legs?" she mumbled, her tongue running along my inner 
thighs, mouth full of my muscle.  

"Don't talk with your mouth full, Susie."  I teased.  She giggled.  "It's hard, Susie, almost 
impossible, but that's why I work them so hard.  I love that pants don't fit my thighs and only 
ankle-length boots fit.  Are they too big, honey?"  

"No, Jenna, no way.  I love these legs.  I'm so jealous.  Can they get any bigger?  I hope they 
can." In all of my muscle encounters, I've never had someone wish my legs were bigger.  I 
always have, but I'm a muscle freak.   Susan then guided her hands down to my calves, sculpted 
and diamond-hard and squeezed as hard as she could.  It was like trying to squeeze an 
aluminum bat.  

"How big are your calves, Jenna?" she asked, lapping cum from my steel hard gastrocs.  

"I don't know; big.  You'll have to tell me the next time we get together, Susan."  I rose up on my 
toes and Susie's eyes grew wide at the sight.  

"They're bigger than my thighs, Jenna.  I must be dreaming."  

"You're not dreaming, Susie, they are more than real."  Susie ran her tongue in the deep valley 
formed along my shins. I always loved those cuts; they run from my kneecap down to my ankles.  
She moaned her appreciation of my overdeveloped calves.  

"My last boyfriend can attest to that, as well as to their strength.  I put him in the hospital by 
flexing them around his neck.  He had to wear a brace for two weeks."  When I said that, Susie 
shuddered, her orgasm overcoming her right on the bathroom floor.  

"Really?  They are that strong?"  I walked over to the sink, rising up and down on my toes, with 
Susie fondling my thighs from the back, biting my bowling-ball glutes.  Her hands roamed from 
my thighs to my hamstrings and calves, licking me from my ass to my Achilles tendon.  I opened 
my legs and my sex dripped onto the floor.  Susie, by now a worship veteran, lightly lapped my 
pussy from behind, drinking in my juices as I continued my toe raises.  

"I didn't mean to put him in the hospital, Susie," I continued, "it was an accident.  We were 
eating each other in the 69-position and he got excited and begged me to wrap my calves 
around his neck.  He was a calf muscle addict and couldn't get enough of my lower legs.  He 
loved to fuck when I got back from the gym, begging me to rush over after leg day so he could 
experience them when they're still swollen from my workouts."  

"They get bigger than this?"  Susie inquired, her mouth spread wide on my gargantuan calf.  

"Yes, honey, at least an inch-and-a-half bigger than this.  My thighs get at least 2 inches larger" 
She shuddered again.  I didn't want it to end, but twenty minutes had passed and I didn't want 
Susie to get into trouble.  "Susan, I hate to stop, but we have to.  I don't want to get you in 
trouble."  

Susie, obviously disappointed, protested.  "Please, Jenna?I don't want this to end.  What if I 
never see you again?"  I could hear the longing in her voice.  This girl was really into my muscles.  

"This doesn't have to end, sweetie.  I promise."  I guided Susie by the chin, stood her up and 
placed a wet kiss on her young lips, stuffing my long tongue into her mouth.  Susie lightly 
suckled on my tongue, forcing her even longer tongue into my own.  

"My tongue is longer, Jenna," she bragged, feeding her tongue to me.  While blowing her 
tongue, she proceeded to thumb my thick nipples, enjoying the effect it was having on me.  I am 
a strong, muscular woman and this young, lithe woman had me on verge of one of my biggest 
orgasms, completely under her control.  

"My muscle mistress likes that, doesn't she?" Susie teased.  As I continued to suck on Susan's 
tongue, she rose up on her toes.  "You're my muscle idol, Jenna.  I want muscles like yours."  She 
did about 50 raises, not missing a beat as we Frenched in the stall, sucking Susan's tongue like a 
thin, slippery dick.  I reluctantly released Susie's tongue and deeply kissed her, enjoying her 
billowy lips.  

"Susie, here's my phone number, you'd better call me?"  She smiled, placing my number in her 
phone and giving me hers.  

"I can't wait to see you again, Jenna.  Thank you so much."  

"You are more than welcome, sweetheart.  You inspire me to work even harder, lift even 
heavier.  I hope you're ready for these muscles."  Susie bent down, lightly licked my thighs and 
gave my clit a long, hard suck, bringing me over the top one more time.  She cleaned herself off 
and turned to leave as I remained in the stall, putting my clothes back on.  

After cleaning myself up, I walked out of the ladies' room, picked the items I came for and 
proceeded to the self-checkout to pay for them.  While leaving, one of the young men working 
at the store stared mouth agape, at me as I passed him, taking in my fisting calves and granite 
ass.  I tried to look him in the eyes, but he averted his gaze, embarrassed at having been caught.  
He looked at Susie, who in turn looked at me and smiled.  In the parking lot, there was a 
shopping cart behind my car blocking its movement, but the young man came by and removed it 
for me.  He sheepishly looked over to me and I gestured for him to come over.  

"Don't be shy sweetie," I told him throatily, "they're only muscles."  He gulped as I hung on the 
word "muscles".  "Do you like my muscular legs, young man?"  He nodded slowly, his dick rising 
in his trousers.  He peeked into my coupe and I flexed my giant calves for him.  "My calves are 
absolutely gigantic, young man, don't you agree?  I'd love to wrap them around your head; both 
of them.  Would you like that?"  He swallowed hard and just stared at my flexing calves.  A calf 
man?.I LOVE calf men!  I reached out of my window, took his right hand and guided it to my left 
calf.  "Feel my muscles... Mmmmm... doesn't it feel divine?"  He meekly roamed the expanse of 
my left calf, cupping my gastrocs, running his thumb along my shin.  "How old are you, young 
man?"  

"Tw-tw-twenty," he mumbled, eyes fixed on my calf as he groped it.  

"Here's my number.  Give me a call tonight.  Maybe I can squeeze you in."  I slowly pulled off, 
smiling in my rearview mirror as he fixed his shorts.  I'm going to like shopping here.  

As soon as I put my groceries away, my phone rang.  The number looked familiar, but I couldn't 
recall who it was, so I answered it.  "Hello, Jenna?"  

It was James, my ex-boyfriend.  We hadn't spoken in a couple of months, after he recovered 
from the sore neck my calves gave him.  "Hi, Jim, how are you doing Hun?"  Even though we 
broke up, I really liked Jim and still thought about him often, mainly while working out.  

"I'm good, Jenna.  It's nice to hear your voice.  I always loved the sound of it.  What are you up 
to these days?"  

"I'm still at the IT firm, but moved into a new place a couple of months ago; the one I told you 
about while we were dating.  How about you?  What are you doing?  How are you doing?  How 
is your neck?"  

"It's okay.  I'm okay, Jenna." 

"Again, I am so sorry, Jim, it didn't mean to hurt you.  I'm not sure if your family believed me, 
but it wasn't intentional."  

"Don't worry about it, Jen, I know you didn't mean to. Speaking of that, I was wondering if we 
could get together, for dinner and a movie; no strings."  My loins were stirring, but I did my best 
not to convey that to James over the phone.  While we were talking, I'd been absentmindedly 
squeezing my thighs together and my sex was moist.  Of all the folks I've crushed, Jim was my 
favorite.  He absolutely loved my power and showed it by the most explosive orgasms.  

"Err, sure, Jim. That sounds good.  When are you free?"  

"How about tonight?  I know its short notice, but I really miss you, Jenna.  I miss those beautiful 
dark hazel eyes and auburn hair.  You didn't change your hair color, did you?"  What a 
sweetheart.  The way I'm feeling right now, we might have to stay in public; I don't think I could 
control my muscles with Jim in private. I was sitting on the couch, a large pillow stuffed between 
my big thighs, imagining it was my ex.  

"You're so sweet, Jim.  I always loved that about you.  I miss you too.   Sure, we can go out 
tonight.  Now I have to get an outfit."  

"You don't have to on my account, Jenna, you know that.  But I know you will; go do your thing.  
I can't wait to see you."  

"I'm so glad you called, sweetheart.  I'm so excited!"  

"Jenna, before you go, I was, um, wondering, if..."  

"I can read your mind, Jim, you know that, right?  Yes, sweetie, my legs are still freakishly 
muscular, just the way you like them, you muscle-hound."  Jim laughed.  "Actually, I've put an 
inch on my calves and thighs since you last saw me.  I'll be sure to wear those pumps you like so 
much."  Jim was silent, probably thinking about what happened the last time we got together.  
"Don't worry, honey, I won't bite.  I gotta run, see you at 7PM."  

"Bye, Jenna!  I can't wait to see you."  Jim sounded preoccupied, like a man stuffing his cock 
back into his pants.  I loved the effect I had on him.  

I was in my car about to leave for my date with Jim when my phone rang again.  The Bluetooth 
in my car picked it up while I drove.  "Hi..Jenna.  This is, Mi-Michael.  From the grocery store."  

"Hi Michael!  How is my little calf lover?"  

"I'm well, you-you told me to call you?"  

"Yes, honey, what's up?"  

"I would love to see you one of these days. I would like very much to feel your muscles."  He was 
so innocent and shy; my pussy spasmed at the thought of breaking him in, indoctrinating him to 
the world of muscular women.  His world will never be the same again.  

"That sounds good to me.  When can I expect you, Michael?"  

"I'm free this Thursday night, if that is good with you.  I get off at 9:00."  'Oh, you'll be getting 
off by 9:30 if I have my way with you,' I thought to myself.  

"Great, that's leg day.  I'll be sure to lift extra heavy for you, tiger."  

"Jenna..."  

"Yes, Michael?"  

"I can't stop thinking about you; you're so muscular, and pretty.  I can't believe how big your calf 
muscles are.  I'm not dreaming, am I?"  

"Why thank you, Michael; and no, you're not dreaming, I am really, really muscular.  Don't 
chicken out on me, okay?"  

"Never!  I can't wait.  Bye!"  

"Bye, honey."  I was at a stoplight when the call disconnected and realized I'd been flexing and 
groping my calves while speaking with Michael.  A woman in an SUV to my right had noticed and 
was staring directly at me.  The light had already turned green, but she sat there, eyes fixed on 
my huge legs.  I looked over to her and smiled, lifting up my right leg for her inspection.  A driver 
snapped her out of her trance honking the horn.  With that, she pulled off and was gone.  

I arrived at the restaurant before James, parked, and stood waiting for him at our usual spot.  
Like clockwork, Jim pulled in, drinking in my body as he inched closer and closer.  I was dressed 
in a beige skirt-suit, with a white silk blouse and Jim's favorite beige pumps, with a 3-inch heel.  
My skirt stopped a good 4 inches above my knees.  I wanted to expose as much muscle as I 
possibly could.  The blouse was the biggest size available, but was barely containing my muscle-
bloated pecs.  Thankfully, the sleeves gave me a little room for my swollen biceps.  

I walked over to Jim's car, reached in and placed a wet kiss on his lip.  Returning the kiss, he 
lightly sucked on my tongue, a muted "I missed you," escaping his soft lips.  

"Before we go, Jim, you know what I want you to do, don't you?"  He did.  I always loved 
spending time with Jim.  He was the only guy who would indulge all my muscle-voyeuristic ways.  
Without missing a beat, Jim stepped out of his car, closed the door and guided me alongside the 
driver's door.  I placed my hands on the roof and went up on my toes.  Jim knelt down and 
proceeded to lick and suck on my calves, his velvet tongue moistening my pussy in record time.  

"My god, you aren't lying, Jenna.  Your calf muscles are breathtaking!  I can't believe how large 
they are.  They're harder than I remember."  

"Mmmmm!   Thank you, baby; I knew you'd like them.  They're still growing." As Jim was paying 
homage to my legs, the woman who'd been staring at me in traffic was walking towards us.  She 
didn't notice Jim at first, but gasped and blushed when she saw what he was doing.  Jim was so 
preoccupied with my calves, he didn't notice her.  I curled my finger, beckoning her over to me.  

"Jenna," I whispered to her, handing her a piece of paper with my phone number on it.  "Call 
me."  She blushed again, smiled wildly and hurriedly placed the note in her purse.  She had on a 
pair of capris and I noticed a nice bulge in her calves as she walked away.  'Hmmm,' I thought to 
myself. I gazed down at Jim, who by now was sucking on my thighs and fingering my pussy.  His 
dick was steel-hard and tenting his pants.  I so wanted to wrap my calves around that huge cock 
of his, but there would be time for that later.  

"Jimmy, honey, let's go get something to eat.  Let's continue at our favorite booth."  With that, 
he stood up, smiled and placed another kiss on my lips.  

"Oh yeah, the booth.  You remembered, Jenna."  

"How could I forget, Jim?"  We made our way to the restaurant.  

The line for seating was a bit longer than we anticipated and I started pacing back and forth, 
probably a combination of nervous energy and uncontrollable lust for James.   There were 3 
couples ahead of us and the restaurant was short-staffed to begin with.  This was Jim's favorite 
restaurant and I didn't want to disappoint him.  Besides, we always take the booth in the back 
when we dine here.  The tablecloths they use fall all the way to the floor, which gives us just 
enough privacy for one of our favorite activities.  I always "drop" my utensil and let Jim pick 
it up for me.  We're so in sync, I just love hanging out with Jim.  He has mastered the art of 
my 2-minute orgasms in the restaurant.  I never wear any panties when we go out, so he has quick 
access to my pussy and always takes advantage of it, never disappointing me.  

As usual, all eyes were on my frame as I paced back and forth, my engorged muscles on full 
display for all to see.  It was hilarious, watching the men shift in their seats while their female 
(and one male) companions shot icy stares my way.  My nipples were hard and literally trying to 
tear their way out of my blouse, I was so aroused.  

"Why don't you have a seat, Jenna, it won't be that long."  

"Sure, James, if you say so."  I sashayed over to Jim, standing right in front of him, placing my 
huge, rock-hard ass directly in his face.  As if on command, Jim's hands went right to my thighs 
and he began to stroke them in front of the other waiting couples.  I began doing slow calf 
raises, relishing Jim's strong hands as he stoked my inflated legs.  Jim hungrily groped my 
gigantic thighs, squeezing my teardrops, which filled his palms.  He then moved to my ass, 
cupping both cheeks than running a hand right up my ass-crack and his left down my left 
hamstring.  Jim then palmed my right calf, which I tensed up by rolling onto my toes for him, 
while he ran his left along my armor-plated abs through my blouse.  The other couples were 
shocked at the sight, Jim in full muscle worship mode, which didn't bother me in the least.  I 
don't work out 7 days a week and lift hundreds of pounds of steel to hide what I've developed.

Just then, the manager came out.  Apparently, someone complained (it wasn't one of the men, I 
promise you).  To my surprise, it was the woman from the parking lot.  Our eyes met and she 
smiled.

"This way, please.  We have a table for you."  Jim strode in front, adjusting his pants while I 
walked with the manager as we headed for our favorite booth.  "My name is Amanda. Thank 
you; I will definitely call.  You look fantastic, by the way.  You're sooo muscular?"  

"Thank you, Amanda.  Don't you forget to call me."  Amanda strode off and we took our seats   
in the booth. 

"Jenna, what was that?"  

"What do you mean; you know how I love it when you worship me in public.  You haven't 
forgotten, have you?  Has it been that long?"  Jim then flashed his trademark smirk, making me 
laugh.  I have to admit, I love this man.  

"Of course not, Jenna, I love your lack of inhibition and drop-dead gorgeous physique.  Have I 
told you how beautiful you are, by the way?"  

"Jim, I don't know what I did without you.  And no, you haven't," I smiled, playfully admonishing 
him.  "I've been thinking about you since we parted ways; it's been hard to get over you, 
James."  

"I love it when you call me James, Jenna.  No one calls me that but Mom."  

"How is your mother by the way?  I always enjoyed spending time with your family.  I miss 
them."  

"Mom and everyone are okay.  Initially she was a bit scared when I hurt my neck, but we've had 
time to speak since and she understands.  We had a long talk about the type of woman I am 
attracted to, but spoke specifically about you and the feelings I still have for you."  

"Are you saying what I think you are, Jim?"  

"I am, Jenna.  I love you and everything that comes along with it.  I don't grope just anybody in 
public, you know?"  I laughed again.  Jim knows me so well, I can't live without him.  

"I, know, honey.  I love you too, James Wilson."  

"Oh brother, the full name, huh?  Are you sure I'm not in trouble?"  

"Of course you are, but the good kind."  Just then, I dropped my fork.  "Oops!"  Jim left his seat 
to retrieve my fork.

It didn't take long -- my orgasm that is.  Jim was what I call a pussy aficionado.  The things this 
man can do with a woman's pussy should be in the Smithsonian.  He licks me in just the right 
way and ALWAYS hits my G-spot.  I don't know if it's just my hyper-muscular physique or the 
fact that I'm horny about 90% of the day, but my Jimmy licked and sucked my clit like he could 
read my thoughts.  My calves tensed as Jim caressed their steely hardness while devouring my 
sex.  I quickly ripped off some seated calf raises, filling his hungry hands with even more muscle, 
loving his attention to my pussy.  We didn't have a lot of time and Jim was fully aware.  As I 
neared orgasm, I lightly squeezed Jim's head with my thighs.  I felt his tongue pull back from my 
clit and realized I was probably squeezing to tight.  He just does that to me.  I eased off and Jim 
sucked in my clit and I had a quiet orgasm, courtesy of the only man I've ever truly loved.  

Jim returned to his seat, looked over at me and smiled.  Mission accomplished.  As Jim wiped his 
mouth with a table napkin, our waiter approached to take our order, a young man.  I looked up 
and it was Michael, from the grocery store!  He noticed me at the table and smiled, a bulge 
forming in his trousers.  
"Good evening; my name is Mike and I'll be your waiter for the night.  Can I start you off with a 
beverage?"  

I was pleasantly surprised to see young Michael.  I have to admit, his reaction to my calves in the 
parking lot was flattering, but his unabashed lust for my body really turned me on.  Also, I was 
pretty sure he was a virgin and I was going to enjoy bursting his cherry the day after tomorrow.  

"I'll have an Amstel Light Mike, thanks."  

"And for the lady?"  

"I'll have a glass of water, Michael.  Thank you."  

"I'll give you folks a couple of moments more to decide on your order and I'll be right back with 
your drinks and house salads."  

Before walking away, Michael's eyes lingered a bit longer than they should have on my pecs and 
Jim picked up on it right away.  "Still turning heads, huh Jenna."  

"You don't think I lift like a maniac just for you, do you, stud?"  

"No, of course not, sweetie; I'm not the jealous type, you know that.  Besides, you are by far the 
sexiest, prettiest, most muscular and desirable woman the world has ever seen.  I'm just not the 
only one who notices."  

"You butter me up, James; I love that."  

"I'll bet that poor kid had to run to the restroom to 'adjust' his shorts Jenna."  We both laughed.  
"You're too hot for your own good, darling."  

"Oh stop!  They're just muscles, Jim.  I can't help it."  

"And I hope you don't anytime soon.  You know I don't mind your periodic 'indulgences' in your 
muscular sexuality."  

"You don't?"  

"No, I don't mind.  I'd be crazy to think someone as overwhelmingly sexy and muscular as you 
can be satisfied with just one person.  It's cool with me.  The months we spent apart made one 
thing very clear to me; I need you.  I want you, and I am willing to share you with whoever and 
whatever, as long as I'm the one you come home to."  I had to reach for a napkin and dry the 
seat between my legs.  "I love you Jenna."  

"I love you too, James.  Somebody's going to get lucky tonight, I teased.  Just then young 
Michael reappeared and took our orders.  Dinner was fantastic and I couldn't wait to cuddle 
with my man in the movie theater, which was about 2 miles away.  We left a very generous tip 
for Mike.  I also left a little note for my young muscle lover.  

We took Jim's car and left mine at the restaurant.  While Jim drove, I reclined my seat and took 
Jim's right hand and ran it along my abs and pecs, stopping at my nipples, which never ceased 
their hardness.  

"Somebody's been working their pecs; they feel fantastic, Jenna.  You're amazing.  Were your 
nipples always this hard?  They seem bigger than I remember as well."  

"I don't know, Jim; they do seem bigger now that you mention it.  You make them hard, though.  
You always did make me uncontrollably horny."  I placed my feet up on the dash.  "Now keep 
your eyes on the road, young James," I teased, flexing my enormous calves.  I pressed my feet 
hard into the dashboard and Jim's eyes were riveted to the cavernous valley that formed 
alongside my shin.  

"Wouldn't you love to lick that deep cut, Jim?"  

"Shit, Jenna!  Your cuts are deeper than I remember.  You're lucky I'm driving."  

"I wish I had some honey. I'd let it run down the length of these deep slits and onto my feet.  
You could lap it up.  Wouldn't you just love that?"  For the next 5 minutes, I flex-teased Jim into 
another erection.  He was glad the theater wasn't far from the restaurant; his big dick couldn't 
take being restrained much longer.  We parked and I reached over, undid Jim's pants and 
inhaled his massive dick, down to the base.  He's so long and thick, I momentarily gagged, but 
regained myself and sucked him for a good five minutes, swallowing every drop of his jizz.  I 
tongue kissed him, slipping a little of his cum down his throat with my freakishly long tongue.  
He sucked every drop.  "Mmmmm, thanks for the protein, Hun."  We exited the car and headed 
for the theater.  

I'm not into sci-fi, but I know Jim wanted to see the latest flick, so I didn't protest.  Besides, 
I wanted to be here with him; the type of movie didn't matter.  We stepped up to order our 
tickets and to my (second) surprise of the night, Susan was the cashier!  "We'll take two to 
'Astro Wars', please."  Jim started towards the concession stand, so Susie slid the tickets to me, 
grazing my hand as she did so.  There were other patrons behind us, so I just mouthed, "I can't 
wait to see you" before catching up with Jim.  We ordered our goodies and headed for the 
movie.  I always liked this theater because the seating was below-ground and was usually 
sparsely populated, perfect for cuddling.  We headed for our usual spot in the back.  As I 
expected, there were only 6 other couples in the theater with us.  I don't think anyone was 
interested in watching the movie, save for Jim.  We took our seats.  

Jim tried explaining the premise of the movie to me, but I didn't care.  My mind was on one 
thing: his big, thick dick.  As soon as I sat down, my seat was soaked.  I was so fucking horny, 
my shoulders were tense, something Jim picked up on.  "Are you okay, Hun?" Jim massaged my 
shoulders, trying, but failing to put a dent in my thick traps.  

"Yes, Jim, I'm fine.   Can I be honest with you?"  

"Sure, baby.  Always.  What's up?"  

"Jim, it's been about 4 months since you've fucked me and I am about to lose my mind, I'm so 
goddam horny.  I'm sorry, honey.  I know you wanted to see the movie."  

"Jenna, there's nothing to be sorry for.  I'm so glad you're still attracted to me so strongly."  

"Why wouldn't I be?  You look fantastic, Jim.  I love your thick, broad shoulders, brawny arms, 
washboard stomach and strong legs.  And of course, that huge snake in your shorts."  

"Haha!  You're too much, Jenna.  You sure know how to flatter a fella.  We can do whatever you 
want, sweetheart.  I'm all yours."  

"Just watch your movie, Jim.  I'll take care of the rest."  I slithered down, slowly unzipped Jim's 
pants and pulled them down to just past the seat and eased out his cock.   I then slowly glided 
my mouth over his flaccid dick, which stiffened as my lips approached the base.  I lightly grazed 
his balls with my nails, which made him jump in his seat.  "Easy, James," I softly commanded, as I 
slowly slurped my man's 10-inch dick.  Jim's one of the few guys with a dick large thick and long 
enough to fill up my calves.  It doesn't hurt that the man cums in buckets.  With so much sperm, 
I didn't need a soft drink.  For the next 15 minutes, I quietly gave Jim the blowjob of his life, 
enjoying his soft moans of ecstasy as I bobbed up and down his rod.  

"Jennaaa....  You rock... uhh! Uhhh!"  I never disappoint Jim with my oral skills.  I sucked him dry 
and licked the tip of his dick, which made him shudder.  Jim, eyes half-closed, had to regain his 
composure while I retreated to the ladies' room to clean myself up.  The bathroom was just 
outside of where we were seated, so I didn't have to worry about anyone seeing me with a face 
full of cum.  Not that I cared.?

As I stepped into the stall, Susie was just exiting the one next to mine.  "Jenna!  I can't believe 
it!  What are the odds?"  Tell me about it.  

"Hi Honey!  This is crazy.  How are you doing?"  

"Great, now that I see you, Jenna.  I've been thinking about you all day.  It seems like ages ago.  
Great outfit, by the way.  You look amazing.  How did you find a blouse to fit over your upper 
body?  I'm sorry, but you are the sexiest person I have ever seen."  

"Thank you, Susie; you're too kind.  I've been thinking about you as well.  Do you still want 
muscles like mine?"  

"I'll never have muscles like you, Jenna.  But yes, I want to be a muscle beast!  I'll do anything!"  

"Good girl; but for now, I want you to do me.  Let's go into the stall."  Susan immediately knelt 
down and slipped her extra-long tongue into my pussy.  She flicked my clit, like Jim expertly 
does, and I instantly stiffened up.  As if on cue, Susie ran her hands along my legs, thighs first, 
working her way back to my hamstrings and cupped my monstrous calves.  Her tongue never 
left my pussy.  I had to brace myself on the walls of the stall, completely overcome by this young 
lady's pussy pleasure.  The walls of the stall creaked as Susie worked my pussy even better than 
the first time.  

"I love your sensitive pussy, Jenna.  This is a 'thank you' for all that you've done for me.  You 
have opened my eyes.  I want to be a muscle chick and get as big as I can possibly can.  I can't 
wait to wrap my thick thighs around my boyfriend and crush him until he begs me to let go.  Can 
you do that for me?"  

"Of course I can, Susie.  I love hearing that.  I'll get you there."  Susie plunged her tongue even 
deeper into my sex, roughly sucking on my clit on its exit and I came in a gush all over her face.  
Susie stood up and rose onto her toes again.  

"Mmmm, I love the taste of your cum, Jenna," she moaned, licking my face.  I licked my jizz from 
her face, tracing along her neck as she squeezed my armor-plated traps.  "Your shoulders are 
herculean, Jenna.  You're a monster!  How do you make it through the day with these muscles?"  

I looked down and noticed she had some pretty nice calf muscles with really good definition.  
"Nice calves, Susie.  Do you work them?"  

"Thanks; I don't always work them, but you've inspired me.  I played soccer for three years and I 
think that's what helped add some muscle to my legs.  When you left, I was doing toe raises off 
and on throughout the day.  I was even doing them on my break in the back when I noticed 
Mike staring at me.  He didn't say a word, just fixed his eyes on my modest calves.  They're 
nowhere near where I want them to be; Mike might be my first victim when I'm super muscular 
and strong.  I think he likes muscle girls."  

"Girl, I could tell you some stories about that one; but that's for another day.  I'm glad I saw you, 
again, Susan."  

"Go back to your man, Jenna.  I'll talk to you soon."  I left the stall and headed back to Jim. 

I returned to the movie and sat down next to Jim, who groped my ass as I passed him to take my 
seat.  "You have got the hardest ass I've ever felt, Jenna."  

"I see; well how many assess have you actually felt up, James?"  He smiled.  I, on the other hand, 
wasn't smiling and stared directly at Jim, without blinking.  Jim stared back at me and I couldn't 
hold it in and started laughing.  Jim just knew me too well.  My bluff didn't stand a chance.  Jim 
leant over, caressing my thighs and sucked on my left nipple, which was still stiff from my 
rendezvous with Susie.  I put my head back and enjoyed Jim biting my thumb-sized nipples.  His 
hand crept up my skirt, and Jim fingered me to another quiet, powerful orgasm.  I came like an 
open faucet, soaking Jim's hand along with the seat cushion.  The smell of sex was obvious.  I'd 
hate to see the look on the face of the person who cleans these seats.  

"C'mon, Jenna, let's get outta here; I'll rent the DVD when it comes out.  I want you."  We left 
the theater.  

Jim had a long day, so we agreed I'd leave my car in the restaurant parking lot and I would drive 
back to my place.  Jim reclined his seat and dozed off.  While sleeping, I undid his pants and 
stroked his cock, amazed at how large it was.  I've fucked a lot of men, but very few of them had 
a dick as large as Jim's.  He slept like a baby as I milked him; he even came in buckets while fast 
asleep.  I could feel the heat between my legs as we neared my place, despite the number of 
orgasms I'd had thus far that day.  Jim woke up as I parked my car and looked down and over at 
me, smiling.  It was obvious what I was up to.  

"You finally woke up, sleepyhead," I teased Jim.  If you're too tired, I can always carry you 
upstairs."  

"What?  Honey, don't be silly.  Wait, you can carry me?  You're that strong?"  

"Of course I am, silly.  Look at this body.  These muscles aren't for show, my dear."  

"Jenna, I just thought..."  

"You just thought only my legs were insanely powerful...?  I know much you love riding my back 
when I donkey raise you."  Just then an image of Jim's cock sprawled across my back during our 
last donkey raises session crossed my mind.  "C'mon, stud, up and at em'."  I scooped Jim up in 
my arms and placed a wet kiss on his lips.  The look on his face was priceless.  Jim held my purse 
while I headed for the elevator high up on my toes.  

As we approached for the elevator, Jim nuzzled my neck, whispering his admiration for my body.  
"Jenna, you are so strong. My God, I had no idea."  

"Don't get any ideas, honey; I'm not your personal caddy."  I smiled and Jim flashed his famous 
grin.  

"I love you, baby."  

"I love you too, Jim.  Are you enjoying my display of power?"  He was, as evidenced by his raging 
hard on.  Most guys, even those who profess their love of muscle women cower at my displays 
of either strength or outrageous muscular development, but not Jim.  The more I display, the 
more turned on he gets.   We reached the elevator and Jim gestured as if I were putting him 
down.  

"Where are you going, James?"  

"Huh, what, Jenna we're at the elevator."  

"I didn't say we were taking the elevator, Jim.  That was just a warm up."  

"Jenna, I thought your place was on the 3rd floor."  

"It is, Jim.  Let's go, Hun."  Jim's eyes bugged out, in total disbelief at what I suggested.  
I kicked open the door and ascended the steps, cradling Jim like a baby.  Jim kissed my neck again.  

"You're not even sweating, Jenna.  My lord, you're superhuman."  I could see his cock was 
straining against his trousers, a fresh wet spot formed by my display of strength.  

"Why thank you, baby, I'm glad you like it.  I've become a bit of a legend around the gym, with 
the type of weights I'm lifting."  

"How much do you lift, Jenna?"  

"I pretty much max out most of the weights in the gym.  My stamina has really improved by 
leaps and bounds, but I've come to realize I really am a muscle freak; my muscles develop far 
faster and are more powerful than most of the folks in the gym, men included."  Jim swallowed 
hard, probably realizing he's no match for me.   I've always known it, and quite frankly held back 
for his pride.  I've always been far stronger than Jim and have bigger, more developed muscles 
than he ever has.  "What's the matter; cat got your tongue?"  

"We just passed the second floor; you don't need to take a break?"  

"No, not at all, but I could use a little attention, if you know what I mean."  I placed Jim back 
on the floor and he immediately placed his hands on my calves.  

"Oh shit, Jenna!  Your calves are even bigger than before.  Oh my fuckin' god!  This is unreal!  
How big are they now?"  I wasn't exactly sure, but they were definitely pumped.  Jim was gone, 
mumbling incoherently as he stroked my monster calves.  I hadn't measured them in about 3 
months, but at that time, they were just over 20 inches cold, standing flat-footed.  Jim continued 
his admiration of my muscles as I placed my finger in my pussy, flicking my thick clit.  I came 
immediately and Jim swallowed every drop.  I scooped Jim up, gave him a deep kiss and 
continued to the 3rd floor.  

When we reached the third floor, Jim jumped out of my arms and kissed me again.  "Jenna, you 
are a muscle goddess!  I'm not worthy of being with you.  Why me, Jenna?"  

"What are you talking about, Jim?  Don't be silly, baby.  No man could ever love me like you do.  
That's why I love you.  And you are worthy; don't ever forget that.  Now come on!  Hop on!"  I 
turned my back to Jim and he jumped on.  I walked down the long corridor with Jim on my back, 
his rock-hard dick pressed into the small of my back.  

I opened my door and carried Jim directly into my bedroom, throwing him on the bed.  "Oh, you 
like it rough, do you, Jenna?"  

"Yeah baby, I LOVE it rough!"  Jim frantically removed his clothes, his big long dick springing 
free from its fabric prison.  I, on the other hand, simply tore my skirt and blouse off; I was 
way too horny to undue any buttons or zippers.  Jim noticed and just gasped.  

"James Wilson, I am going to fuck the living shit outta you!"  

"Well, come and get it, muscle girl!"  I jumped onto the bed and right onto Jim, framing his 
midsection with my massive thighs.  Jim stroked my muscle-girl legs, licking his lips.  I bit my 
tongue and raised myself, allowing Jim to shove his dick into my pussy.  He's so long and thick, I 
momentarily felt like I was impaled.  As strong as I am, Jim's dick makes me weak in the knees.  
No matter how many times I fuck this man, I have to get used to his overpowering sex tool.  I 
lowered my pecs to Jim's face, allowing him to lick my thick nipples as I pounded him on the 
bed, the sound of springs and squishing filling the room. 

I was soaked from the moment Jim entered me, and we humped away for a good 25 minutes 
without missing a beat.  Jim came inside me and I splashed him and my bed sheets with my own 
explosion.  Jim pulled out and I switched positions, wrapped my thighs around his waist, and 
pulled him back into my vagina.  

I crushed him, squeezing until he grunted his recognition of my power.  "Jenna?oh?oh?.Jenna!  
Ow! Ooowww! ... Jenna?"  I eased up a bit and Jim resumed plunging me.  Again, I squeezed 
Jim, this time even harder than before, and he tried to keep up his fucking, finally giving in to 
my unyielding legs.  

"My lord, you-your legs... Jenna...."  I crushed him again, harder than before, completely blinded 
by muscle lust and pent up sexual frustration.  I love fucking this man!  I REALLY FUCKING LOVE 
fucking this gorgeous man!  

"Jenna... I... thought... you... love... me....  Oh my God!  OH MY GOD!  You're going to kill me!  
Jenna!"  

"Oh, Jim!"  I eased up and kissed his face.  "I'm so sorry; I don't know my own strength."  

"Jenna... please... don't... stop?."  I resumed my assault on Jim's ribcage, crushing even harder.  
"I'm begging you.  Please... don't... stop! Ohhhhh!  Arrghhh!  Jennnaa!" I couldn't believe it; I 
was squeezing harder than ever before (about half of my strength) and Jim was egging me on to 
squeeze harder.  I didn't want to hurt him any more than I already had, so I backed off a bit and 
just held him tight while he continued to pound away at my pussy.  He came even harder than 
moments before, slumping onto my rigid form.  "I love you, Jenna."  

"I love you too, honey.  Are you alright?"  

"I'm fantastic, sweetheart, a little black and blue, but never better."  Jim rolled off of me and I 
noticed the bruises on both sides of his ribs.  "Don't worry, honey, you didn't break anything.  
You promised you'd fuck the living shit out me; well, mission accomplished," he panted.  

"Oh, honey.  Does it hurt?"  

"Yes, it does; it really does.  But I've been longing to feel your power for months now.  I missed 
it so much!"  Despite the pain, Jim slid down the bed and started tonging my clit, which was 
completely raw by the multiple orgasms I'd experienced today.  I repositioned myself on the bed 
and engulfed his dick; we were back in the 69 position.  I squeezed Jim's nuts while violently 
sucking his giant cock while he drew yet another orgasm from me.  Jim was the perfect mate; a 
man with a sex drive and stamina to match my own.  I don't know if it was being caught up in 
the moment or just plain crazy, but Jim shuffled from between my thighs and repositioned his 
neck between my now 21-plus inch rock-ribbed calves.  I paused.  

"Jenna, please... I love you..."  How could I say no to the man I loved?  I crossed my ankles and 
mashed Jim's neck between my jagged, muscle-engorged calves.  Jim flailed and flopped like a 
fish out of water; I squeezed harder.  He continued to spasm as I engulfed his neck and half of 
his face in my merciless calves.  I ratcheted up the pressure even more.  

Jim screamed, his voice hoarse, as I continued to press my gargantuan calves around his neck.     
I reached down and stroked Jim to yet another orgasm, which sprayed at least 3 feet in the air.   
I released Jim from between my calves and he gasped, sucking in air like his life depended on it.  
His eyes were blood shot, like he'd just gone 10 rounds with the champ.  

"Oh, honey.  Are you OK?  Jim... Jim!"  Jim looked over to me and smiled, obviously spent.  

"I love you, Jenna.  Thank you."  

"I love you, too, you crazy bastard!  What am I going to do with you, James Wilson?"  

"Marry me, that's what you can do with me, Jenna.  Marry me.  That's why I called you.  That's 
what I've been planning all along.  I need you.  I want you.  Forever.  I know you have muscle 
slaves; I don't care."

Jim groggily made his way over to his jacket, pulled a box from the pocket, and opened it.  Black 
and blue, bruised and battered, Jim got on one knee and presented the ring to me.  "Jenna 
Elaine Johnson, will you marry me?"  

"Yes Jim!  Yes!  Of course I'll marry you!"  Jim jumped onto me and we fell back on my bed.  I 
tensed my thighs around his middle and squeezed him unconscious, his dick sticking straight up.  
I fell asleep soon after and we both slept the night away.  A perfect ending to a perfect day.  


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