The Waitress  Part 1 




Dear Readers please note that this story is purely a work of fiction and the
characters do not represent anyone living or dead.( The author)

Ok, so I am not the most "manly man" in the world. I weigh about 160lbs and
stand 5'9". I do work out when I can and have some decent muscle. I have this
one fetish, I guess you would call it. Some might call it an obsession. At any
rate, I love muscular, strong, take- charge women. I have always loved them
ever since I was in grade school.

There was this one girl. Her name was Selina, and she had powerful arms and
legs. She was a tomboy in every sense of the word. She used to beat up the
boys all the time. Actually she had a great business going. Anytime some wimp
was frightened about getting a tooth extracted from the dentist, she would
oblige for a fee of $10. She got so good at it, that she could pinpoint the
exact tooth needing to be knocked out. Her first few attempts proved
disastrous for her "victims".

She once took my friend Kenny, and practiced on him. Her big fist reared back
and connected with his mouth. Poor Kenny spit out 7 teeth that day, in the
schoolyard. There was so much blood too. I was 9 years old at the time, and I
felt strange after seeing Selina damage Kenny’s poor mouth. It was like, a
stirring. inside me felt weird, but in a good way. One part of me wanted to be
Kenny, to feel her fist connect with my mouth. What did I know about sexual
arousal at that time? Not much at all. Now I laugh about it, realizing that it
was my "coming of age" in a manner of speaking. In case you wonder about poor
Kenny, he was the only 9 year old with false teeth, as those teeth which
splattered on the floor that day, were his permanent teeth. He made out okay
though, charging kids $1 a piece to see his false teeth. Yes, you guessed it
Selina pocketed the money.

Through the years I searched for women who could fulfill all my fantasies,
desires and proclivities. In high school I met and dated a cute girl by the
name of Rose. Rose was what you might call stocky. Today we would call her an
Amazon. Her biceps were much bigger than mine. Of course, that’s not saying
much. She loved to wrestle with me. Her legs would squeeze me easily into
submission. She loved to finish her workouts by knocking me out. When I awoke
she would be sitting on my face requiring me to sniff her hard huge ass and
worship it.

In college, I had the pleasure of having a relationship with a female shot
putter. She was an exchange student. Her name was Olga. She was very tall,
about 4 inches taller than me. Her arms were huge. At that point in time, my
arms were about 13". Hers were at least 5" bigger! Olga made money on the
weekends by street fighting in the back alleys and underground arenas in the
town, where the college was located. Her trademark was in putting every single
opponent in the hospital. Her finishing punch always had the same result. The
crowd could hear a very loud CRACK, indicating that another fool would be
eating his meals through a straw for a long, long time.

I broke up with Olga the day she was practicing her punches and needed me to
be her practice dummy. She was shadow boxing, sticking her fist about an inch
from my face. I could feel the raw power of each punch. It was making me so
hot .I wanted to kiss her fists. Lick them, especially the spaces between each
massive knuckles.

Suddenly I saw this look in her eye. It was one of pity and maybe revulsion.
She pulled back her arm. I could see its huge peaked circumference.
Unbelievably, I heard Olga say, "I will send you some flowers in the
hospital." With that she let her right hand fly. Her punch was so powerful my
jaw was broken even before all of her knuckles connected with my poor chin.
True to her word, she sent me a dozen roses in a "goodbye" note.

So now you know something about my fixation on female muscle and female power.
Currently I work out at a large gym, lifting moderate weights. I have many,
many sets of gym shorts as I seem to cum in them, as I watch the really
muscular female bodybuilders lift, sweat and flex. There is this one woman
named Mary. She is well over six feet tall, weighing in at about 214lbs. She
has 18" arms to die for. Every time I look at her, I creme. When she does look
at me, it’s like she sees some slug, some sub-human in front of her. Obviously
she sees the bulge in my shorts. Once I had cum so much, it dripped down my
leg. Yucchhhhhhhh, really gross, huh? Mary would box with the "studs" at the
gym. She never lost a single fight. Rumor had it that after the fight ,her
opponent, after recovering would service her until she grew tired of him.

One night, after working my arms, hoping to attain the 14" mark , I decided to
eat in a local restaurant around the corner from the gym. I was perusing the
menu, having decided on an omelet with hash brown potatoes and hot coffee. As
I looked up, I saw this vision bending over another table. She had the
tightest ass I had ever seen big, round and hard. I could see her lat spread
as she bent over. Her legs were amazing too. Her hamstrings were hard, defines
and huge. Those calves, those tear- dropped shape beauties, actually had thick
veins running through them. They reminded me of marbled meat. By this time my
dick was throbbing and I had a dreamy look on my face.

Suddenly, this Superwoman turned towards me. OHHHHHH MYYYYYY GODDDD! Her pecs
were perfect. Her chest must have been a perfect 42". Her quads, poking out
from under that short, white uniform had to be at least 28". "Hello, my name
is Sonia. I will be your waitress tonight." Completely stunned, I looked up
into her beautiful face. Perfect teeth and flawless skin, all framed by
beautiful blond hair pinned up in a bun. OH, I wanted to take that damn clip
out and run my hot fingers thru her long, lovely hair.

I heard this Goddess say, "excuse me are you ready to order."What? Huh? " was
I all I could sputter. "Oh sure, " finally replied. I took my time giving
Sonia my order. I loved how her biceps moved as she wrote it down. I estimated
that they must be at least 19". It was a hot day and the ac wasn’t working
properly. I saw Sonia scratch her nose. I could see perspiration under her arm
pits. I wanted to drink it up. Lick it up. Suck it up.

Finally my meal came and I actually ejaculated under the table when I saw
Sonia balancing the tray with my food. Her other arm was handling it like it
was a feather. I closed my eyes for a minute thinking how I would love to run
my tongue along that peak and lick, kiss and caress it, and its twin. "Are you
okay", I heard Sonia ask. I looked flushed, warm, feverish. "Actually, I am so
overwhelmed by your beauty , I feel ill", I shot back. Sonia smiled, "Awwwwww,
how sweet."She touched my cheek with a soft, yet hard hand. Things were
working out well I thought. I crossed my fingers under the table and prayed I
could get to worship this wonderful woman.

(To be continued)