How Do I Get Myself Into These Messes?
by GJ



Dear Reader: Any characters or situations in this story are purely fictional
and are coincidental should they resemble real life situations or people .



I had met Marla at a disco. I was there first and when she entered all eyes
feel upon her. The men devoured her with their hot eyes, taking in her extreme
muscularity and beauty. They saw, as did I, a 24 year old woman, 6feet tall,
weighing about 179, with 21" biceps and calves, 34 inch quads and the most
beautiful face framed by luxurious red hair. As she walked in , wearing a
non-existent micro mini and sleeveless silk top, she too survey the room. What
she saw was the usual men adjusting the bulges in their pants upon seeing her.
Several were highly intimidated by her physical stature and turned away as she
laid eyes upon them. But then, there was me. Her gaze fell on me and stayed
honed in , like a red dot on a laser guided sight. She liked what she saw. I
stood 6'5", 240lbs of solid steel. Her muscles, bulging and yet so feminine
and sleek called to me. So I went over to her.

As I approached, I gave her my best and biggest smile. It was genuine, just
like my appreciation for her. One did not achieve her level of muscularity by
popping a pill or a protein power...oh no.....it took sweat and dedication to
achieve her level of confidence and ability. I walked up to her, held out my
hand and introduced myself. She reciprocated and I saw crinkles appear around
her eyes and mouth as she gave me a real smile, not some pasty faced
facsimile. Looking into her deep emerald eyes, I said, "You have the most
beautiful eyes I have ever seen." Now this clearly made points because usually
men hit on her with all the garbage lines but mine was from the heart. 'Well,
thank you, you are a very attractive man yourself," she shot back at me. Well
maybe the Armani suit did lend me a touch of class and understated elegance
after all.

Well the evening wore on and we danced and talked and danced and held hands
and in a dark corner I kissed her for the first time. Her lips were moist,
tender, yielding and aggressive all at the same time. Soon I found myself
light headed and quiet smitten with this incredible lady. And so, as time
passed I ended up in her apartment. It was there that a got a real good look
at this amazing woman. Her skin was flawless....not just her face but her
entire body. It was as if God created the perfect specimen of the female
gender. As she undressed me, already naked, I could see her sinews grow and
ebb, with each passing movement. Her glutes were so muscular, so powerful, so
big, yet in just the right proportion to the rest of her. I wanted to explore
the hole that surrounded those perfect cheeks.

It was obvious to Marla that I was aroused, for my member was touching her
taut, rippled abs from about a foot away. Smiling, she looked at me and
teasingly said,"So you like a big, strong, muscular woman I see." With that
she flexed her right bicep and presented it to me. There was no doubt in my
mind what she intended. Getting on my knees I licked its raw, yet
sophisticated hardness....tracing one prominent vein from her wrist to her
shoulder detouring around her swelling bicep. I did that for the other arm as
well, noting for the first time( I was in muscle lust I guess) that both
underarms were unshaven. I could not make this out in the extremely dark disco
. It turned me on even more as I licked and sniffed and kissed every inch of
her arms, thighs, calves and butt. It was apparent she was turned on because
she moaned and had a very faraway look in her eyes.

Soon we were making love...not genteel love....oh
no...animal....primal....lusting. I made her come at least 5 times that night,
and she in turn milked me with her strong Kegel muscles . It was the first
time I had ever had a multiple orgasm and yes I did make a mess, but she
kindly swallowed it all, like it was nectar and hungrily drained me of my last
drop of seed.

After copulating, we held each other and fell asleep blissfully. Upon waking
the next morning, she fixed me a huge breakfast with pancakes, sausage and
other tasty tidbits. Sadly, as I left her I wished that I didn't have to leave
at all. I do believe I was in love.

We began to see each other exclusively. I enjoyed the times we worked out
together as well. She could bench press 280lbs cold for 15 reps, as a
warmup......curl a 140lb barbell for endless reps, and curl with 90 lb dumb
bells.....squat 1250lbs for 15 reps for at least 5 sets...... and so on. I
must admit she was stronger than I was and that did irk me but I never said a
word. She was even a boxer, having trained in an exclusive male gym, having
knocked out ever single opponent and sending them for facial reconstruction.
Her punches were so devastating that I once saw her hit the speed bag for 10
seconds non- stop and in that time hit the bag 50 times breaking it to bits.
She never asked me to spar with her, but deep down I wanted to very much.

After dating for 6 months I decided to pop the question so I bought her a 10
carat diamond ring from Tiffany's( I was extremely wealthy you see.) Her eyes
lit up when I asked her to be my wife and she accepted and kissed me
passionately, so much so that I came in my shorts. We had a huge wedding, with
500 guests, and honeymooned in the French Riviera, spending languid days by
Cap Diem and warm night at my villa making love as the gentle sea breezes
caressed our muscular, fit bodies.

It was odd, you know that Marla never had a family, no one showed up at the
wedding or the reception and she told me that she was all alone int the world
and that I was her family now. So, it was with great surprise that she told me
that she had invited some friends to stay at the villa. Loving her so, of
course I acceded to her wishes. The next day, my limo arrived from the airport
with 5 of the most beautiful, muscular women on the planet. They all were huge
and breathtakingly beautiful. As introductions were made, Marla informed me
that these were members of her club. She called it the Power Club. I assumed
it had to do with their level of physical dominance. But dear reader, do you
think I messed up again? As I hugged each stunning woman, I could feel her
powerful body and when they hugged back, well I thought my ribs might break.

The next morning, when I awake, I looked down on the beach and I saw the six
club members sparring naked, with each other. Each more beautiful then the
next, their huge breasts were so sinuous that they hardly bounced. If their
blows had connected, then some very unsightly corpses were have bled out in
the very white sands of my private beach. Watching them I got so hard, I went
inside and pleasured myself by sitting in my huge den, viewing the action
below through my telescope and jacking off as I did. Ok , so dear reader, I
jacked off 3x in all, before my sexual frenzy could be abated.

Having taking a nap and dressing for dinner, I had the chef prepare fresh
fruite de mar and a bombe surpris for dessert. Then I settled down and watched
Inga, Nathahlie, June, Marie, and Paula join Marla and myself for dinner. It
was a feat....for the palate and the eyes as well. Each woman wore a low cut,
provocative evening gown. They were coiffed in a very natural, yet alluring
way. Odd though, just as an afterthought, each of these incredible specimens,
like my wife had growths of hair showing from under their incredible,
sensuous, yet steel-like arms.

After dessert, my darling Marla asked me if I might help with a little
exhibition she had planned in the salon prive. Of course I said yes, I always
did. As she went up to change I enjoyed an excellent brandy which I had
recently acquired. Not too long after that, the 6 friends reappeared in the
same outfits. I saw women with red, very tight shorts and t shirts emblazoned
with the Slogan, A Good Man Is A Broken Man. Only my wife had her fists
wrapped with transparent tape. It made her fists stand out, highly prominent.
I could see each knuckle and I knew what each was capable of doing.

Marla, smiling, asked me to stand. "Do you remember , darling when you would
ask me to spar with you and I always refused. Do you remember what excuse I
gave.?" I mumbled something about her not wanting to hurt me. She laughed and
pointed to her beautiful, hot, muscular Amazon friends and continued with,
"well now it is time, for me to show you just what I can do with these
,raising her fists under my jaw. My friends are here to watch and give me
encouragement. I think they just enjoy having a big, strong powerful woman
beat a man to jelly, right ladies?" Well the ladies applauded and agreed to
the last one.

My darling wife suddenly didn't look so darling, she looked lethal. Somehow in
the back of my mind I connected her request that we didn't need a prenup
agreement ,with tonight's fun and games. Marla came close and kissed me
deeply. "There, that will be the last kiss you ever get because in a while you
won't have a mouth to use any longer. You see, these women, all wealthy beyond
your wildest dreams each were initiated into our ....little club...after they
destroyed their husbands and beat them to bloody pulps with their fists and
muscles. And so, dear husband shall I do to you, and become the newest,
wealthiest member of the Club."

I backed off and tried to run but Inga grabbed me from behind and threw me
back at Marla. Marla, waiting punched me in the nose breaking it like it was a
puff pastry filled with tomato sauce. I reeled from her blow as I began to
leak blood and mucous from my now broken nose. It ran down my lips, my chin
down to my spotlessly white tuxedo shirt, splashing me with my own gore. Then
Marla punched me in the kidney, rupturing one and then the other. My bladder
let go and I peed all over myself. The ladies thought that quite hysterical
and chided, "AWWWWWWW, look what the little boy has done to himself."

Marla backed off and shook her head in disgust. As she peppered my eyes with
stinging punches , closing them, breaking my eyes sockets and popping the
balls out with her punching power, I heard her say, You won't need your eyes
anymore, now will you dar...ling.?" Just then, I felt my once Amazonian wife
lift me straight up, by my hair and punch me 15 times in the stomach. She
crushed all my internal organs as I doubled over, spewing internal very dark
crimson, and the yet undigested excellent meal all over myself. Then she tied
my hands to my feet and hoisted me over a wooden frame where a speed bag once
hung.

She lifted my jaw to the required angle and began a deadly staccato with her
transparent fists. The women were indeed impressed as, my female punisher hit
me twice with each hand before moving to the other side of my face. In total
she had punched me 50 times before she stopped to look at the results. She saw
my jaw broken in 10 places, my cheek bones destroyed and my nose completely
flattened. At my fist lay 24 teeth which she had just fistically extracted .
Marla was covered in my blood, teeth fragments, internal bile, and other
assorted liquids. Yet she needed to do more.

The women yelled encouragements to her like, "break is jaw off.....knockout
all his teeth....pop his head like a zit with your huge arm." Marla, always
ready to please raised my jaw again and hit me with incredible face shots.
After each one she paused and my head kept moving on its own. After the third
such punch, my jaw, now unhinged ,broke off and fell at my feet. Marla now
,opened the hole that was my mouth, and noted where the remaining teeth were.
She hit me with just one more powerful uppercut and my face exploded as the
remaining teeth were reduced to powder. She finished me off by resting my head
on her sweat stained, blood stained cantaloupe bicep. By this time I had
ejaculated 6 times from the beating I had received. As I felt Marla's arm
begin to flex around my head and hear it begin to pop and ooze brain matter
down her granite arm, I realized for the last time, dear reader that I had
really MESSED UP THIS TIME.