Sensations
by GJ



Disclaimer: Dear readers.... This story is a work of pure fiction . All the
characters and situations are fictitious and bear no resemblance to anyone
actually living or dead.

I have always had a keen use of my various senses. It comes from being blessed
with excellent sight, hearing, smell, taste, and touch. My sense organs are
always revved up and online. Take the time I was 15 years old and Gretchen,
the captain of the gymnastics team asked me out on a date. Well, I thanked my
lucky stars before I knew what I was getting into. Gretchen was amazing. Every
muscle in her body rippled with raw power. Although not terribly tall (only
5'4"), she had 15" biceps, her quads were out of sight( probably in the 25"
range) and her ass was so perfectly formed that you could cry from its sheer
beauty.

So here I was in the woods with this female house of muscle. She had just told
me to sit near her on the an adjacent rock. I scurried over hurriedly, not
wanting to make her angry. I knew what she was capable of doing. She once
asked the captain of our boxing team to move and give up his seat at a
football game. Well, as jocks will do, he laughed and declined. Gretchen
walked up to him and hit him once, directly in his jaw. He looked so stunned,
that is, right before the punch took affect. Gretchen had broken his jaw and
extracted 5 teeth with that one punch. The poor loser was taken to the
hospital where his jaw was wired shut for 15 weeks. Needless to say he was
never the same again. The thing that stuck most in my mind was the ease with
which she knocked him out. I was sitting 5 seats away f rom him. I heard the
crack of his jaw breaking, I saw it hanging at some fucked up angle. I also
could feel his blood splatter on my face, all the way over in my seat. I could
taste it as it dripped down my lips into my mouth. I could even smell the
metallic scent of his blood as well as a rotten smell of his decaying teeth
being removed from his mouth in such a violent manner.

Okay. So I moved my ass fast and was sitting next to the most beautiful girl
in the world. I could smell her perfume, some expensive brand. It was
intoxicating. As I looked into her beautiful liquid green eyes, she raised her
arm in front of me and made the biggest muscle I had ever seen. Smiling she
began to make it jump and dance. She even hummed a tune accompanying it. "You
may touch it now, wimp!", she commanded. My trembling hands moved up to
reverently surround that huge peak. As I did, I felt its amazing hardness,
harder than any diamond ever found on earth. I tried to squeeze it, the full
circumference in my two hands. Yet the harder I pushed, the less it moved.
Soon she began to push the hand that was on top of her peak, upwards. I was
powerless to stop her. I could feel cum oozing , running, dripping, flooding,
my shorts.

Next, she took that arm and placed it in front of my mouth. "Kiss it loser,
and do a good job. You have an audience watching you", she said in a very
menacing tone. I wondered what she meant when suddenly five of the most
muscular female bodybuilders, who worked out with Gretchen, appeared . The
biggest one named Val laughed out loud and said, "This should be fun. I wonder
how long he will last. He looks kinda puny." Well I am kinda puny dear reader.
I am only 152 lbs and stand 5'11" tall. Gretchen put her arm up in front of my
face and said, "Lick it like the dog that you are. You are my puppy now and
you will obey!"

I did obey. My tongue shot out and I started licking her left bicep. It was
hard, salty and very smooth. Soon I had reached her underarm. I could smell
her funkiness as she had just worked out and hadn’t showered. I was to be her
shower...to give her a full tongue bath. I could smell her sweat and raw
power. I gagged on it yet was highly aroused. "Lick under there, stupid, get
up all the sweat now." As I did I could feel the hairs, sort of like a five
o’clock shadow on a man, under her armpits. They scratched my tongue as I
licked each sand paper-like underarm completely sweat free. To add insult to
it all, she winked at her friends who were hooting because she was doing such
a good job. So, I licked the sweat. I could feel it roll around on my tongue
before I swallowed it down. I do recall that I shot my load about then.

After complying with her wishes, another huge bodybuilder named Paulina,
suggested that Gretchen flex me out with each arm, thereby keeping her arms
symmetrical. Gretchen thought this was a great idea. She came behind me and
lowered her left arm first, towards my head."Don’t move an inch or I will snap
your skinny runt neck like a chicken bone", she whispered in a very sexy
voice. That arm, so close, God I could see the hairs growing out of it, on her
forearms, and wisps even on her biceps. Then it happened. Her huge arm
surrounded my head like a noose. I could feel intense pressure building. I
could smell the lingering sweat that had pooled under her arms already. I
could taste the steel flavor of her power. I could see her arm expand as she
flexed. Then I felt my head constrict and diminish in size. Suddenly blood
shot out from my ears and nose. I could feel my body try to compensate for the
damage that arm was doing by relieving the pressure. It was analogous to a
kettle on a stove that must release it steam or explode from the intense
buildup of random kinetic energy.

The damage that my Muscle Mistress had done was quite extensive. It
intensified when she flexed her other arm around my jaw. I heard it crack like
some feral animal cracking an animal bone with its huge canine incisors .
Blood now ran down in rivers from my crushed jaw, my ears, my head and now,
hard to believe even from my eyes. Yet feeling that cantaloupe of steel around
my head was so.......incredible that I felt squirt after squirt hit my ruined
shorts with thick gooey protein. What was ironic was that I squirted from my
squashed head at exactly the same time. I passed out about then. My female
tormentor let go of my head and it rolled to the side. She was covered in my
blood and mucous. All the women clapped her on the back and told her, "Way to
go, babe."

There is an old saying, however that goes No rest for the weary. My
"unconscious state" didn’t last to long. Chris, the shot putter of the team
and one of the most powerful women anyplace came over to my bleeding,
dripping, bloody, ruined , squashed and mangled body. She stood over me and
dropped her shorts and pressed my face( can we still call it that dear reader)
into her ass. As she squeezed with her 28" quads my nose was buried deeper
inside until I was jolted awake finally, by the smell of her pungent ripe ass.
"Now that you are awake, lick it clean, butt wipe." Well I did, I cleaned her
ass so thoroughly that I think I found remnants from two weeks ago, hiding
inside her small intestine and colon. The smell was intense, overpowering in
fact, yet I accomplished my task.

Just then Gretchen returned with a twinkle in her eye. She lifted my head by
my matted sweaty hair and smiled. Her large hand stroked my broken jaw and I
was beginning to relax, maybe this was ending. As Gretchen turned to her
female cohorts she smiled at them and hit me directly in my nose. I could feel
shards of bone move. I could taste blood drip from my sinus and nasal cavities
internally and flood my throat. I could smell the copper smell of deep rich
blood. However, I couldn’t see much at all. She hit me with a left hook to my
right eye. I could hear it crack and swell up. She had broken that eye socket.
She did the other in a similar fashion with her other hand. Soon both eyes
were shut for good. There went my vision and one of my most powerful senses,
forever gone. She continued by hitting me above my eyebrows causing "blood
mouths" to form there. Several more punches and those mouths "opened" with a
downpour of red. Think of huge boils that are punctured and there contents
squirt out. Dear reader, do you remember the movie Raging Bull?. One memorable
scene was when Jack Lamotta, thinking his wife was cheating on him with the
fighter that stood before him, literally beat him to a pulp. Blood squirted
from above his hapless opponent’s eyes like twin hoses watering a summer lawn.

Next Gretchen broke my jaw over and over again until it resembled a bloody
piece of meat. She extracted all my teeth and made my lips swell to 5times
their normal size. Then she allowed Tiffany, the captain of the girls football
time to hit me dead in the mouth. Gretchen held my head with both hands,
marveling at its slickness, its wetness, its battered look. Tiffany pulled
back her fist and slammed it home. Those lips broke finally and dispelled all
its liquid. Unfortunately most of the women who surrounded me were soaked by
it.

The very last sensation I can recall was the sound of my blood dripping,
tapping, rapping on the ground. Makes one think of that old bromide, "What is
the sound of blood dripping from a shattered face, in the forest.