Van II: Coming of Age




I felt his hardness driving inside of me. It is a rarity that a man is able to
satisfy my needs. I commend him for knowing how to not only do the tongue
gymnastics a hardbody like me demands, but also for sliding his rod back and
forth for hours without quivering too much beneath my muscular stature. Most
men either back off or feel inadequate. My intimidating power is a turn on for
me. I enjoy being able to grind and crunch against little men, but this time I
had extra pleasure; the man was a bodybuilder.
I am used to men who know nothing about muscular women. However, this
particular guy not only knew about strong sex, but also knew how to handle it.
Don't get me wrong, he whimpered the usual cries. You know, the, "My Gosh, you
are the most erotic woman I've ever encountered!" or "How do you make your
muscles do that?!" But I was used to the old comments. The man I was now
dominating was a breath of fresh air.
Since I was only 15 at the time, he made sure I knew the law. When he claimed
he'd be risking his career I replied, "but I am not worth it? Have you ever
seen a woman that looked as big as me?"
His quick reply was expected. He claimed his masculinity was superior to my
hard teenage physique. However, it didn't take long to prove him wrong.
I liked it when he tried to hold me down. I would giggle and lift his arms off
my chest with the greatest of ease. It wasn't until my ripped abs easily
worked 3,000 crunches in a half-hour did he learn to respect me. Believe me, I
demand respect. But for some reason the little man thought he could out muscle
me!
Only when he started saying things like, "Wow, you are hard!' or "My gosh, how
much can you bench press?!" did I realize how intimidating I was in his eyes. 
To make a long story short, let's just say I walked away from that hard fuck
very pleased. He didn't walk away at all. Instead, he respected my power and
begged for more flexing pectorals. I gave him his wish, but not without a
price.
You see, I drip lustfully every time I feel a man's cock in between my pecs.
These 36DD breasts are rock hard. 
I remember grabbing this particular victim's ass and curling him up until his
groin rested on my tits. He instinctively used his hands to push my breasts
together and started fucking my tits. I loved it. I wanted to devour him, but
knew I had to wait before showing him too much.
Just as his cock started sliding faster in between the huge mounds of flesh
that reside on my upper body, I grabbed his arms and pushed them away from me.
He looked down and watched as I flexed my chest muscles rapidly. His cock was
still placed firmly in between my rock hard pecs and all he had to do was sit
in amazement; the flexing of my pecs was moving his cock back and forth. 
"What's the matter, haven't you ever seen a girl with chest muscles like
this?" I innocently inquired.
"My gosh! You're beating me off with your pecs! You didn't even need me to
hold together your tits. WOW!" he whimpered back.
Just as he was getting ready to explode I curled him up until his dick was in
my mouth. I wanted every bit of that cum, and I wasn't about to let it go to
waste.
I sucked him dry, and then made him eat me. I am not sure if he remembers the
entire evening. You see, he blacked out when I came and I had to nurse him all
the next day. He suffered a bit of a concussion, and didn't recall the night
we had . . . until I flexed my chest again. Then he knew the power, the sexual
bliss he'd never experienced until me.