School end




"USC Football Team In Horrible Bus Accident, Second String In For Remainder Of
Season" read the title of this recently received newspaper article, one that
was swiftly ripped from its main source with unreal excitement by a young pair
of feminine hands, which soon after took the utmost pleasure in tacking it
onto her bedrooms bulletin board; giving a series of high-pitched girlish
giggles from her perfectly shaped mouth as she did so, before bouncing around
her room with her best friend (and Partner-In-Crime), both of them falling
onto her large, soft bed laughing with a young girls' glee and sporting huge
grins across their stunningly attractive faces.

"Hahaha, Bus Accident, Riiiiiight. Sounds like USC's got some explaining to do
on that one" laughed out young 18-year-old Amy Hardstone, dressed as usual for
the morning in a soft, silky, navy-blue teddy, which barely covered half of
her lusciously rounded bubble butt; showing off more than her share of her
prized frilly little teddy-bear panties, in addition to loads of silky smooth,
rock solid, lusciously thick female muscle across her voluptuously hard body.

"Yeah, maybe we should go down to that paper and ask them to a new Title,
something a bit more truthful, something along the lines of "USC Football Team
- 0, Sexy, Teenage Amazons - 10"" Jessica Armstrong sexily giggled out in
reply, wearing a similarly styled nighttime outfit, which did little to hide
the massive amounts of sexy, muscular curves that she and her fellow Amazon
Amy contained.

"God, last night was So Much Fun, we So have to do that again sometime! I
can't believe what you did to your guys, Sweetie. Holding two of them high in
the air with bulging biceps, forcing two others to rub, grind and gyrate
themselves into your long, lean, muscle packed legs, while Guy #5 (or should I
say, his cock) was sandwiched inside your tight, wet, Power Pussy! God, that
was Amazing, I so didn't think a big man like that could scream so High!" Amy
spoke out to her friend, thoughts of their latest conquests coursing through
her young mind, which caused her tongue to sexily peek its way out of her
mouth and trace its way around her lusciously full lips.


"Oh now don't pretend you weren't doing the same there, Babe. I saw you taming
your five guys pretty damn sexily as well. Holding one of then stretched out
backwards across your thick, broad back from behind, smothering another one
from the front with your pecs, while scissoring two more guys heads in those
thick Thunder Thighs of yours, forcing the last one on his knees to lick and
suck on (and in) those bowling ball glutes of yours! Baby, if I did well last
night, that's only because I'm learning from The Master!" Jessica laughed out
with teenage girl's excitement, as the two gorgeous young musclegirls
continued bouncing on Amy's bed, relishing on their previous night's
encounter, or in their case, Encounters. "Do you think those pictures Mandy
took came out OK?"

"Are you kidding, that girl has an eye for such things; probably comes from
the way experience, as we all know how she handles her boyfriend when he comes
to visit her at work" Amy replied, speaking of their fellow Paradise Island
workmate, who so graciously offered to take a series of photos of their
handwork last night, only to go home and try each and every position on her
terrified, screaming man afterwards. "I bet they'll get an even better
response on OurSpace than the ones we took of you overturning that van the
other day"

"College Frat boys, when will they ever learn how to treat a woman" Jessica
laughed out, followed in suit by Amy's own high-pitched giggling, both of them
thinking back to that day and all of the pleasures that large vehicle full of
young men provided them - with, or without, their say so. "Hey, speaking of
college, didn't you have a Final Exam today?"

"Oh yeah, I forgot to mention, I was having so much fun last night I didn't
think I would be home early enough for a good night's sleep, and Mom always
says to be well rested before a big test. So I called her last night from
work, asked if she could stop by the school on the way in this morning and
talk to my teacher about that ... ... ..she can be very persuasive when she
wants to be, so I'm sure I'm getting an A on that one, least I better be" Amy
spoke out in a high-pitched voice, ending with a wide grin across her
beautiful young face and a powerful flexing of her fully exposed 17" arms.

"Yeah, I'll bet she does, your Mom is So Freaking Hot! What, did she have you
when she was 12? And her body, it's so easy to see that your apple didn't fall
far from her tree" Jessica joked back causing them both to giggle aloud yet
again, commenting on how similar Amy was to her Mother in a physical level;
and as they would all find out soon enough, on a sexual level as well. "So,
now that your calendar is free today, and your best friend has spent the night
to help christen the End of High School (well, until Graduation next week,
anyway), how do you think two hot, sexy, muscle packed Amazon teenagers should
spend their day?" the dark-haired supergirl inquired of her equally muscular,
golden-haired, Sister-In-Muscle.

"Why how else, Baby ... ..how else?" Amy replied with a gleam in her glowing
green eyes, which seemed now almost lost in thought, thinking about something
- about someone - who always seemed to bring the utmost enjoyment to her
powerful young body, in more ways than one. Her very first victim in the art
of Amazonian Seduction and Muscle Fucking, and to her the all-time best.
Someone she would be using for her sexual pleasures every single night if she
could, though the way women like Amy use (and abuse) their men during such
sessions, it always left them a bit worse for wear (at the least). So time was
needed in between their visits, ones which Amy (as well as Jessica) looked
forward to with girlish excitement, something that was clearly evident after
Amy's suggestion to pay this man a surprise visit, as seen in their bouncing
around on her bed, their speedy getting ready for their prized soon-to-be
visitor, and their swift exit from this lush and lavish house to go and claim
him.

Within 30 minutes of revealing their plans for the day, the two beautiful
teenage Amazons were making their way over to their intended destination; both
of them filled with anxious excitement at what their day held in store, as
they skipped along towards the house of one Mr. Robert Scott. Each of them
wearing a very short, very revealing pair of denim jean, Daisy Dukes shorts,
which actually looked like a once solid pair of jeans that they simply flexed
their mighty muscular thighs within, bursting it apart due to its expanding
size and strength; transforming their one-time ultra-tight jeans to
barely-there denim short shorts. Their tight, tanned and super toned skin
showing through with columns of steel hard female muscle adorning every inch
of their pulsatingly pumped legs. Something that was erotically enhanced even
more due to this sudden summer storm, which made their skin glisten and shine,
showing off even more of their muscularly cut shape and definition.

Their upper bodies were hardly to be outdone, even by their world class lower
halves, as each of them adorned matching white tube tops, making them look
almost like exact duplicates or twin sisters, if not for the different color
hair each of them had framing their truly gorgeous faces. No bras needed at
all for either of them, as their dense and solidly muscle packed chests (which
were easily in the DD-cup range) were full and thick with muscular hardness,
easily capable of supporting themselves high (and anything else they choose to
put on top of their steel hard pecs, as well). Stuck to their growingly slick
skin due to the rain above, little trails of wetness cascading all around
their lusciously rounded breasts, their tops getting wetter by the second,
which made each of them look as if they were about to enter a Wet T-Shirt
competition, something either of them could have won with near ease.

Their rippling hard stomachs were fully exposed for all to see, displaying a
level of muscular hardness that made one wonder if they were in fact
bulletproof or not. Their arms were pumped with power, as always, each of them
sporting massively thick biceps, which were capable of truly amazing levels of
strength. Their shoulders and backs were wide and broad, its exposed fleshy
areas were littered with mounds and hills of Amazonian muscles; a perfect
match to their fronts, each of them proudly displaying an incredible amount of
their rippling hard, steel tight muscular cleavages.

Truly Amy and Jessica had dressed perfectly for this occasion, wearing outfits
that they knew would inspire as much Lust and Arousal in their "always
willing" male playmate as they would create Fear and Terror. Unfortunately,
their nearly boiling-over levels of excitement, lust and sexual anxiety
quickly turned to surprise and anger at what they had seen upon finally
reaching Roberts Scotts home, or more specifically, his front lawn.

"SOLD!?!" Amy and Jessica yelled out in unison, eyeing up a realtor's
professionally made sign that adorned this man's grassy front area. As if on
cue, thunder crackled off in the distance, as it began to rain down on these
two furious young musclegirls, something that did little to cool off their
boiling tempers, though did wonders for showing off their overall physical
appearance. Their former erotically lusting, sexually ravenous thoughts were
lost on them now, angered to no end at Mr. Scotts apparently sneaky departure
from this town, and their lives, something that didn't sit well with either of
them one bit.

CRACK!, SPLINTER!, SHATTER!, went the once proudly displaying wooden sign, as
Amy ripped it from its post, the metal chains that hung it there snapping with
ease against this powerfully built teenage supergirl, just as the sign itself
was broken to pieces within this blond bombshell's super strong hands. Not to
be outdone, Jessica then pulled the wooden post that held this sign out of the
wet, grassy ground beneath them, and in a savage strike, broke it in two
across one of her legs. Its 6 inches of solid wood proving little resistance
to her own 27" of steel hard leg power.

They then made their way towards Robert Scott's front door, doing their best
to control their anger, as their much-anticipated plans for the night would
all be ruined if rage got the better of them, and their unreal strength got a
hold of him with them in such a state. So with several seconds of calming down
at his front porch, the girls then gave dual knockings on the thick, wooden
door before them, and waited for their favorite playtoy to arrive. Like lambs
to the slaughter, stalked by these two erotically hungry wolves, who were
always at the ready for another bite from their favorite sexual meal.

"You guys are early, I'm not quite done packing yet, though if you could start
with the furniture, I can ... ..finish ... .." Mr. Scott hurriedly spoke out,
initially thinking that the hulkingly statuesque figures at his front door
were the expected movers he'd hired; though within seconds of his vision (and
his mind) coming fully into focus, he could see what was truly standing before
him, something that made his 5' 5", 150-pound frame stand still in stunned
silence, his much smaller form literally eclipsed from view due to these
Titanic Twin Teenager Terrors.

"Hiya Mr. Scott, are ya going somewhere?" Jessica asked out in a playful
little girl's tone, as she looked down at his several inches shorter frame,
her hands sexily on her tight waist, leaned back to flare her lats thick and
wide over him, a devious smile across her face as she did so.

"Yeah, it looks like you're leaving, but I know that couldn't be so, as you
still haven't said goodbye to us yet!" Amy continued on, a bit more anger in
her look and tone; her Amazonian form leaning forward, her arms crossing over
her thickly muscled chest, hitting a truly terrifying Most Muscular pose; one
that coupled with her partners fully flexed back, nearly made them both burst
right out of their barely concealing attire. Though that wasn't the only thing
that was threatening to break free from its covering, as Robert Scotts more
than impressively sized erection was rapidly reaching its world class levels;
pushing his casual pair of sweat pants soft material out, something each of
his Amazonian tormentors noticed near instantly, something that made them
sport devious little smiles across their devilish young faces.

"Oooooooh, looks like someone wants to come out and play" Jessica teased out,
reaching out to fondle his cock just inches from her incredibly pumped-up
frame. "He is So Ready for tonight, Sweets" she continued on, smiling even
wider towards Amy as she did so.

"T-T-Tonight??" the amazingly intimidated/aroused man barely made out, trying
to back away from Jessica's uninvited (though not entirely unwanted) touches,
which was met with a harsh grabbing of his arm by her in return.

"Why yes, my adorable Little Man. That's what were here for, to invite you
over for a little sleepover party we have planned ... ... ... which now I
suppose we could make into a joint Goodbye Party for you as well, seeing as
how you were going to stop by and let us know you were leaving anyway - isn't
that right, Mr. Scott?" Amy intimidatingly spoke out to the much smaller man
before her, as she made her way ever closer to his physically quivering form.

She then stuck out her voluptuously muscle packed tits, engulfing his entire
head from view, smothering him breathless within her lusciously hard mounds of
muscular mammary flesh. "Well teach you to try and sneak your way out of our
lives ... .." CRUNCH!, the golden-maned Amazon made out, flexing her pec
muscles around his entire head as she did so, causing him to scream wildly in
pain within her air-tight cleavage. " ... ... .we'll teach you how foolish it
is to upset a strong, muscular teenage girl ... ." CRUNCH!, went her chest
muscles again, ballooning hard and full around his nearly disappearing face, "
... ... .we'll teach you so many things tonight, that you'll never want to
leave ... ." CRUNCH! " ... ... that is, if we even decide to let you go!", a
final scolding growl from Amy's young mouth, a final flexing of her enormous
breast muscles around his head, and the final feelings of Jessica's equally
Amazonian form wrapping around him from behind (the two of them encasing him
in a tomb of crushing female muscle) was all that was left of this man, and
seconds later he fell into the blackness of unconsciousness at their hands - a
feeling he was all too familiar with, and would be several more times, during
this night to come.