Honeybun Pumps Iron
by Mr.Purple357@gmail.com
Chapter 5


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(This story is told from the point of view of Sue 'Honeybun' Miller. It also
features a slightly underage teenage boy being sexually molested - sorta.)

I was jogging thru the park two blocks away from our house late in the
afternoon. I had decided I needed to start working on my cardio. I'd teased
Tom about how he needed to do more weights, but I'd noticed after our recent
marathon sex sessions, he'd get a quick drink of water to rehydrate then be
ready to keep going, while I was still sucking wind trying to catch my breath.

While I'd heard that a couple of women had been attacked and raped in a park
on the seedier side of town last week, I didn't even consider that something
like that could happen in the nice neighborhood where I lived.

As the trail wove through a heavily wooded section, something flashed from
behind a tree and struck me in the side. I tumbled off the trail, barely
breaking my fall with my arm. A heavy body landed on top of me. "Hold still."
A fat face pushed down toward mine, his breath stank as he added, "I'll hurt
you otherwise."

His big body had me pinned down and his hands began to rip at my shirt. Oh,
god, what do I do? I felt something hard pressing against my leg. Gross, it
was his bare penis. He's going to rape me. I started to scream, he rammed a
hand down on my mouth. "Shh, shh, don't make me hurt you."

I started to flail, but then I remembered all of Katie and Mark's high school
wrestling matches. I got my hands under his chest and pushed up. He was really
heavy but I didn't need to bench him, just lift him enough to roll myself
over. Once I did, I tried to pull my legs up. "Lady, I warned you." He pulled
on my left side, trying to roll me back over. I spread my legs to stop him.

He tried moving me for a second and failed, but this wasn't a wrestling match,
he rammed his fist into my side. I groaned in pain. I'd never been punched
before. He did it again. I had to get him off me. I thrust my arms hard into
the dirt, pushing myself back. My back slammed into his chest, making it hard
for him to hit me with a solid punch. I pulled a knee in and started pressing
myself up.

He wrapped his arms around me and began to squeeze, but both my legs were
under me now, so I was able to push back upright. "I'm going to crush you," he
gasped, putting me in a bearhug . He had meaty fat arms that pushed my arms
against my ribs while his forearms dug into my tits. He locked his huge paws
together over my sternum. I forced my chest outward and flexed my pecs and
biceps. We stood there for a long minute struggling. I could feel his weiner
pushing into my ass.

He groaned and cursed me, but slowly, I forced his hands apart. I could now
bend my arms enough so I could grab his wrists. I pulled outward and as big as
he was, I had enough leverage to slip out. As I did, I said, "I've had enough
of your teeny peenie against me." The thing was a Vienna sausage sized stub
sticking out from his unzipped jeans. "Is that why you have to attack women?"
I taunted. Part of me knew I shouldn't, but I was mad.

"That's not true, it's not true," he screamed, spit flying from his mouth. He
charged at me. He was almost as tall as Mark but he was more fat than muscle.
I slipped to the side and pushed on him. I'd hoped to knock him down, but he
kept his feet and the two of us crossed to the opposite of the trail where he
backed into a tree.

I kept going and he landed a hard punch to my stomach. I bounced back, the air
whooshed out of me, I forced myself to stay upright. For a moment, I thought
about trying to run for it, but then he said, "I'm going to kill you, bitch."
I remembered the man who'd broken into my home and how he'd tried to make me
afraid. I had promised never to let anyone make me feel like that again. I
swung out my own fist and landed a punch to his belly, but I'd never punched
anyone before and it barely made a dent in his blubbery hide.

He landed a harder one in return on my right tit. He pushed off the tree and
swung again. I forced myself to focus, stepped in, and landed a solid punch to
his chest. He went back against the tree but swung again. We started trading
punches. He landed roundhouses to my arms but I dug in and kept punching his
chest, then his stomach, then his chest. I kept my head down and hit him again
and again. I forced myself to use every ounce of muscle in my arms and
shoulders to hit him harder and harder.

After my fifth punch to the ribs, I realized he was no longer swinging back,
but he wasn't falling. I was hitting him, I had to be hurting him. Didn't I?
What if I wasn't and he was just gathering his strength to bull rush me.
Scared that at any moment, he'd push off and tackle me again, I started firing
punch after punch into his chest. I pushed forward on my legs and dug a deep
one two into his fat gut. Still he didn't fall. Was I that weak? His little
penis still jiggled hard and small as ever.

A horrible thought entered my head. Maybe he was enjoying this, maybe I wasn't
hurting him and my blows were just turning him on. I had to hit him harder. I
drew my fist back and slammed it dead on into his chest. His body shuddered
but still he didn't fall. I forced myself to look up at his face, hoping I
wasn't leaving myself open, hoping he wasn't laughing at my weak efforts.

I gasped, his head lolled from side to side. "Please stop hitting me," he
begged, his voice barely a whisper. "I think you broke my ribs." Tears flowed
down his beet red, grotesque face. I stepped back, his body hung there even
though his legs slumped under him. I'd beaten him much worse than I'd
imagined. So how come he hadn't fallen?

I looked behind him. A pruned tree branch had hooked onto his belt and held
him up the whole time I'd been pounding him. "I'm so sorry, I never would have
attacked you if I'd known you were so strong," he moaned.

I looked at him and felt my anger returning. He wouldn't have attacked me if
he'd known I'd been so strong? As if it'd have been ok if I weren't so strong.
I did something I'd never done before; I struck someone out of anger. I hauled
back and punched him square in the nose. His head slammed back against the
tree then dropped forward. He hung there, unconscious; his little weiner still
hard and hanging out of his pants.

"Way to go, Mrs. M.," a voice said behind me. I turned to see Billy Thompson,
the teenage son of our next door neighbors standing there with his Iphone in
hand. "This is going to be my most popular video ever."

I liked Billy, he'd always been a nice, sweet kid, but I was annoyed that he
was just standing there filming this. "Shouldn't you have been helping me
instead of making a video?"

"Why, I would have just been in your way." He pointed at the creep's penis. "I
bet this is that guy who's been raping women. Once I post this, you're going
to be a hero, Mrs. M." He started punching keys on his phone.

I leapt over to him and grabbed his hand. "Hey, stop it," Billy said. I pulled
the phone away from him with my other hand. "Give that back." He tried to pull
on my arm, but Billy's a skinny kid, so I wrapped my free arm around him and
pulled him close. He pushed on my arms, but I easily held him in place.

"I'm sorry, Billy, but I'm not Katie, I like keeping a low profile." Holding
the phone behind his back I pulled up the video. He kept squirming against me.
His chest rubbed against my tits; I felt my nipples hardening. His breathing
became raspy and he began caressing my biceps instead of pushing against them.
My big thigh was shoved between his legs and I started to feel his erection
growing.

"Mrs. M. uh, uh, what are you doing?" he gasped. His erection kept growing
against my leg. For a skinny teen, he had an impressive dick.

"Sorry, Billy, but I need to delete this," I told him. I also emailed a copy
of it to myself. Billy was actually solving a pretty big problem for me. And
looking at the video, he didn't arrive until after I'd pushed the creep into
the tree, so he'd been right to stay out of it. Maybe I owed him some
compensation. I flexed my thigh muscle. He groaned aloud. "Almost done Billy,
just a few seconds more." I flexed my thigh again.

I pulled him in closer, pretending to need a closer look at his phone. His
chest squished into my breasts. I vibrated my powerful thigh muscle against
his twitching cock. "That's ok, Mrs. M., take your time," he gasped for air
between each syllable. He squeezed my biceps then ran his hands up my
shoulders, then back to my biceps. I flexed them for him, tightening and
loosening them so he could enjoy the feel of my muscles in his hands. I felt
his hands start to shake as he rubbed them. "Wow, you sure are strong, Mrs.
M," he groaned between clenched teeth as his dick started blasting shot after
shot of spunk into his jeans.

After long seconds, he finished, still gasping for breath. I patiently held
him up until he'd calmed down then I stepped back. "I'm sorry, Billy, are you
ok? I didn't squeeze you too hard?" I said, pretending nothing unusual had
happened. I handed him his phone.

"No, ma'am, I'm fine." He was still breathing hard, but at least the thick
bluejeans hid all the cum he'd pumped into them.

"Well, to make up the loss of your video, why don't you call the police and
video the arrest. Just tell them you found him like this," I told him.

"Are you sure? You're a hero for capturing this guy."

I shook my head. The cops knew I'd already beaten up one scumbag and I didn't
want them to think I was making a habit of it. "Credit's yours, Billy, leave
me out of it." Fortunately, there turned out to be plenty of DNA evidence to
prove the man guilty of at least three rapes so I didn't have to feel bad
about not going to the police.

Two weeks later.

"Happy Birthday, Tom. I think you'll really love your present," I told him as
Katie and I sat on either side of him on the couch in the family room.

"Geeze, Honeybun, you shouldn't have wasted your money. You know I have
everything I want."

Yep, no matter how hard I tried, I could never find Tom a present he really
liked, until now. "This was free and I think you might appreciate it." I hit
the Google Chromecast and Billy's video came up on the TV.

While Katie provided color commentary. Tom started saying, "Oh, my god, oh, my
god," again and again.

"Billy really has some skill with that camera," Katie said. "Look how he got a
close up of your fist slamming into the guy's ribs."

"Oh, god," Tom moaned, he grabbed my hand, rolled my fingers into a fist and
began kissing it.

"Now he pans up to the jerks face and you can see the agony he's in." Tom
started pulling on his dick thru his pants.

"Then back to the ribs, oh, and look, right there, you can see his rib crack.
Just as your fist really slams into it," Katie continued. I pushed Tom's hand
off his dick and shoved my own hand into his pants - it was his birthday after
all.

"Ooh, and now Billy gets a great shot of you. Mom, you look awesome with every
muscle in your body bulging as your fists keep flying.

"Oh, god," Tom moaned louder, his whole body stiffening beneath my hand. "Best
birthday present ever." As the video ended with the creep begging me to stop,
Tom started firing. It escaped his pants and shot up my arm all the way to the
elbow.

Katie tossed me a Kleenex box and said, "Gee, I hope you gave Billy something
for his great work making this."

As I wiped up, trying not to blush, I told her, "Oh, I think he found his
compensation fair."

"You know what I'd like to do now," Tom said to me. "Let's put it on slo-mo
while you get on top of me and pretend to punch me like you did him."

A week ago I would have been shocked at how much I loved that idea, but now
I'd already started pushing him to the floor. We both looked up at Katie, who
stared back at us. We both kept looking at her. "What? NOW I can't watch," she
scowled. "Ok, ok, I'm going." As she got to the door she asked, "Hey, Dad,
would you like Mom to punch you like that for real?"

Dad looked at her like she was nuts. "Sure, but there's no way she could do it
without breaking all my ribs."

"Hmm, maybe there is," she said as she left.

(If there's still interest, next time the prodigal son returns to find out how
much his mom has changed.)