Gun Club
by Amazonfan - Written For DTM / Amy's Conquest
When an alumni interviews a prospective young student, she introduces him to her tall, shapely, muscular body instead


I do volunteer work for my college, serving as an alumni interviewer. I speak
with prospective students, answering their questions and ascertaining if
they'd be the right "fit" for the university. Interviews are normally handled
two alumni per student, so that there's a balanced evaluation.

This past week I was surprised to see that I'd been paired up with Brenda
Miller, a woman I'd only had a passing acquaintance with at college. I had a
vague recollection that she was living out in California. Obviously that must
have changed if she was doing work for the college, like me, in New Jersey.

We were to meet the candidate, Holly Fisher, in the lobby of a local hotel. I
was the last to arrive as I found the two in lively conversation in the lobby.

I greeted Brenda first. "I can't believe we're coming up on our tenth reunion!
You look great," I said.

"Thanks, Tim. You look good, too," she replied.

I introduced myself to Holly, then I remarked, "So you two looked pretty
chummy as I walked in."

"Truth be told, Holly is my cousin, but I haven't seen her since before I
moved out to California," Brenda replied.

"Well, truth be told, we have had a few phone conversations since she moved
back. That's when I told her I was applying," Holly offered.

"And the school thought it was okay that a relative take part in the
interviewing?" I challenged.

"Tim, after what I've given and my family has given in alumni donations, we
kind of expect a few perks," Brenda replied.

"Well, I guess you're entitled to that," I admitted. "But, Holly, that means
that since you've already gotten your cousin's vote, you'll have to persuade
me. Now this interview alone isn't a make or break deal vis-#-vis your
application, but it does matter. You understand?"

"Of course, Mr. Stevens," she replied. "I understand the importance of
impressing you and I intend to do just that."

I have to admit that I was impressed with her assuredness and self-confidence.
Too many of the applicants I interview are hesitant and nervous.

"Holly was asking me what kind of philanthropic activities undergraduates are
involved with," Brenda offered. "I was beginning to explain to her that you
and I are connected by a charity event."

"Some kind of gladiator contest?" Holly asked.

I could feel myself blushing. "I think that was the theme of it, as it was a
toga party kind of thing. Basically it involved guys wrestling guys and girls
taking on girls and then there were a couple of mixed matches, guys and girls.
And everyone would put bets on the winner and the proceeds went to the
charity."

"And you paired off against each other?" Holly continued her questioning.

"Yes, we were the last match of the day," Brenda answered. "The previous mixed
match had my good friend Lyndsay up against this big jock and she really put
up a great battle - lasted over ten and half minutes before she finally
submitted."

"Submitted?" Holly asked.

"Yeah, those were the rules. It was like MMA, victory by submission."

"And then you two fought? How'd it turn out?"

"You want to tell her?" Brenda asked me.

"Oh, go ahead, you might as well relish the situation," I replied.

"He submitted in 27 seconds, quickest match of the whole day," Brenda
declared.

"No way!" Holly squealed.

"You can see by the look on his face that I'm telling the truth," Brenda
replied. "Took me about four or five seconds to trip him for a takedown.
Another eight seconds or so to get him in a grapevine pin. Then at about the
20 second mark I rolled sideways and clamped my legs around his torso. Being a
varsity soccer player, my thighs were quite lethal. He submitted just about
instantaneously."

"How'd you feel?" Holly asked me.

"Besides embarrassed? I felt a lot of pain," I confessed.

"It was all for the good of the cause," Brenda said. "Because I had the best
time of the day, I earned a $500 bonus for the charity."

"That's great," Holly replied. "So, was it an upset? How many people bet on
you to win?"

"Honestly, I can't say for sure," Brenda replied. "But when they announced our
weights before the match started and the bets were placed, I think that might
have swayed the crowd in my favor."

"Brenda was about 160 and I was 145," I volunteered, anticipating Holly's
question.

"Wow, I probably shouldn't say this, but that's really skinny," Holly said.

"Hence a 27 second submission," Brenda smiled.

"So, Holly, I can see you've got impressive grades and great SAT scores, tell
us about your extracurricular activities," I said, trying to change the
subject.

"Glad you asked, sir," she replied confidently. "I'm varsity on three sports
and editor of the yearbook. Plus there's one other student organization that
I'm part of."

"And that's?" Brenda asked.

"I'm captain of the Gun Club," she replied.

"What's that, rifles, shooting?" I asked.

"No, not that." she replied coyly.

Brenda knew something I didn't because I could see her grinning.

"Explain it to our friend," she said. "Better yet, show him."

"Well, Mr. Stevens, the Gun Club is a group formed by the senior girls in our
school, seniors only. And these are the guns." Holly rolled up her sleeve and
confidently flexed her arm. I was stunned. She was huge! "Fourteen and a half
inches is the minimum for admission."

"Holy fuck," I muttered, not realizing I could be heard.

"How big are the captain's guns?" Brenda asked, staring at me.

"Sixteen and three eighths," Holly replied, smiling smugly.

"Almost sixteen and a half? I'd have to bet your arms are considerably bigger
than Mr. Stevens'."

"Quite possibly."

"Arm wrestle him," Brenda ordered.

Holly didn't hesitate, placing her elbow on the table, offering her open hand
to me. I knew I was going to lose - her arm was so much more muscular than
mine, but I had to go through with it. Our fingers intertwined and I felt the
strength of her grip. Brenda counted to three and Holly slammed my wrist to
the table in a split second.

"Jesus, she's strong," Brenda exclaimed.

"I'd like to think so," Holly said triumphantly.

"Get us a room," Brenda said to me.

"What?" I asked.

"You heard me, get us a room. This interview is going to have to continue in
private."

"That's nuts," I protested.

"There's nothing nuts about it. My cousin and I are going to demonstrate to
you why she'll be an absolute asset to next year's freshman class. You said
you were going to need convincing - well let her convince you."

I went to the front desk and quickly ordered a room. I could see that the desk
clerk was suspicious, but I didn't know what else to do. As I returned to
Holly and Brenda, they stood up. I was astonished to see that Holly towered
over me, at least six inches taller!

"Big girl, isn't she?" Brenda chuckled.

"What floor?" Holly asked as we entered the elevator.

"Twenty," I replied.

As soon as the doors closed, I felt Brenda's arms around me from behind,
picking me up in a reverse bear hug.

"What the fuck?" I groaned as she applied the pressure. I had no idea she
could apply that kind of force.

"I'll do the first ten floors, then you take over," she said to Holly, who
positioned herself right in front of me.

As we passed the tenth floor, Brenda let go and Holly took over. She grabbed
me around the waist and picked me completely off the floor. I felt helpless
and completely overwhelmed.

"He's light as a feather!" she giggled.

I clutched at her arms, feeling the massive hardness through the fabric of her
blouse.

"Please. Fuck. Stop" I groaned.

"Well, I think we have our first submission," Brenda laughed.

"That was so easy," Holly exclaimed.

I was spared further anguish as the elevator arrived at the twentieth floor
and the doors opened. The girls each took one of my arms and escorted me down
the hallway to the suite.

"Very nice," Brenda complimented as we entered the room. There was a king size
bed right in the middle.

"And what exactly do you think we're doing here?" I challenged.

"Now that you've already paid for a room?" Brenda laughed. "Here's the long
and short of it. Back on that fateful day that you and I wrestled, one of the
things that I noticed, besides the fact that you're skinny and weak, is that
when I got you in that grapevine you instantly got a hard on. In fact, the
reason I switched over to the scissors hold was to finish you off quickly
before everyone else noticed you had an erection. So when I took one look at
Holly here, the memory of that moment came rushing back and I decided that it
was time to revisit our little encounter."

"I could feel he had a boner when I was bear hugging him," Holly offered.

"So now we're just going to have a little fun," Brenda concluded.

"Let's arm wrestle again," Holly suggested. "Maybe I didn't give him a fair
chance."

"Then let's raise the stakes," Brenda replied. "Whoever loses has to take off
an article of clothing."

"Then let's really incentivize him," Holly laughed. She stripped out of her
blouse and skirt and stood before me in her bra and panties. "Now if I lose
you'll get to see the rest of me."

Holly looked even more imposing stripped down. She had a toned athletic
physique with washboard abs, imposing thighs, and of course, those massive
arms. Her frilly brassiere encased a very full C cup pair of tits.

"Which one you want to try first?" Holly teased, slowly flexing each of her
arms. Her triceps and biceps were thick and well developed, giving her arms
shocking size.

I opted for her left arm. We sat at the table and Holly pinned me in barely a
second. I removed my shirt. Then I took on her right arm. Holly overwhelmed me
again. I removed my undershirt.

"That is one scrawny little chest," Brenda said as she unbuttoned her blouse
and set it on a chair. "Let me challenge him to the next one."

"Wow, look at you girl. You could be in the Gun Club too," Holly called out.

"These aren't as big as yours, but I'm pretty proud of them," Brenda replied
as she flexed her arms. I was floored at how big she was! "Fifteen and three
quarters inches," she declared proudly. "Of course when you're a double D like
I am, guys tend to stare at my tits and miss the arms."

"You're beautifully proportioned," Holly gushed.

"Okay, boy, let's do this," Brenda said, taking Holly's place at the table.
She offered me her right arm. We clasped fingers and she smiled mischievously.

"Keep your eyes on our hands, not on my boobs," she teased. Naturally I
couldn't help but glance down at her remarkable cleavage.

"Ready, set, go!" Holly declared. Our hands stayed steady for a moment, and
then Brenda slammed my wrist down.

"I think that means your pants are coming off," Brenda chuckled.

Reluctantly I took off my trousers.

"My god those are stick legs," Brenda declared. "I swear, Holly, your arms are
just about as big as his thighs."

"He is on the puny side," Holly agreed.

"Want to finish him off?" Brenda asked, standing up from the table. "Only one
more piece of clothing left."

Holly quickly sat down. "Double or nothing," she smiled. "I'm going to let you
use both your arms against one of mine."

As humiliating as her offer was, I was more interested in keeping my underwear
on than defending my honor. I took hold of her right hand with both of mine,
waiting for Brenda's countdown. As soon as she gave the signal, I pulled with
all my might. Holly smiled at me amusedly.

"Look at my arm," she purred. "Look at how big and hard it is. You're
hopeless, you know. I'm far too strong for you." With that, Holly pulled my
arms over, pinning me to the table.

"Never in doubt!" Brenda laughed.

Holly kissed her right biceps in victory. "Stand up," she ordered me.

I stood by the foot of the bed. Holly circled around me, studying my body.

"Nothing but skin and bones," she said dismissively. Then she stood directly
in front of me, hands on hips, just inches from my face. She stared down at
me. "You still weigh 145?" she asked.

"Give or take a couple of pounds," I replied.

"You want to guess what I weigh?" Holly asked.

"No."

"I'll tell you anyway. One hundred ninety two."

"Damn you're big," I blurted out.

"You better believe it," she smiled, shoving me backwards. I fell flat on my
back on the bed.

"You want to do the honors?" Holly asked Brenda.

Brenda pounced on top of me, grapevining my legs.

"Oh fuck," I moaned.

"Just like old times, eh?" she laughed, "Except that we both have a lot less
clothes on than the last time I had you like this."

"Please stop," I pleaded.

"I don't even need to use my arms to pin you down," Brenda proclaimed. "I can
just use my legs and hips to control you. And that leaves my hands free to
take my bra off." Brenda's tits spilled free, round firm globes.

"No. No," I groaned.

"My god he's got a huge erection," Holly squealed.

"Rip his shorts off," Brenda ordered.

I felt Holly's hands clutching my underwear and with a powerful tug she
literally ripped them in two and tossed them onto the floor.

"Damn he's got a big one," Holly said.

"I kind of thought he was well hung when I felt him against me in the
grapevine, but I never knew for sure," Brenda said.

"He looks like he's ready to explode," Holly remarked.

"Here, take my place," Brenda called to Holly. She rolled off me and Holly
leapt on top of my chest, straddling me in a school girl pin. She unclasped
her bra and put it over my eyes. "Now you see them, now you don't," she
teased. She pulled her bra off my face. "But if I've got you all covered up,
then you won't be able to look at these huge guns of mine." She sensuously
struck a double biceps pose. "You practically shit when I showed you my arm
downstairs. Do these muscles get you all hot and bothered? I bet they do. You
like being pinned under me. You liked it when Brenda beat you. How many times
have you jerked off thinking about how she made you submit? How fast was it?
27 seconds? I bet you cum quicker than that thinking about what she did to
you. And now your puny little body is under 192 pounds of outrageous muscle.
You'll be dreaming about this for years. How many times will you jerk off
thinking of these?"

Holly struck another double biceps pose, leaning over my face. Then she arched
back, reaching behind her with one hand. She wrapped her fingers around my
throbbing cock and pumped me once. I exploded with a rocket of cum.

"You worked that boy into a frenzy," Brenda remarked. "Talk about fast."

I was so embarrassed that a teenage girl had jerked me off with one stroke,
but with her still sitting atop me there was nowhere to go or anything to do.

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