The Matronly Marauder 
By Jeremy Wilson  shaneomacfan2@yahoo.com
An elderly female decides to go into wrestling, against men


*Author's note: Hey, everyone, its me again, trying my best to turn you on,
make you think, make you disgusted or whatever else these stories are meant to
do. I know some of my writing can be quite outlandish, some of my writing can
upset people that read them, so I am going to warn you once again that these
stories are fiction and shouldn't be taken seriously in the least. The
character in this story has muscles well above what a woman usually should
possess, if oversized muscles are a turn off to you, please do not read this
story. Also, the main character in this story happens to be of a very old age,
much like my characters in the Amazonian Grandmother series, so if that also
turns you off, then you shouldn't be reading this story. One of my other
interests in life is professional wrestling, so I decided that I would do this
story as a homage to my two great loves in life, female muscle and pro
wrestling. This story is also dedicated to some of my compadres at Busted
Quad.com, you know who you are. Suffice to say that Supreme has often done
older female wrestler stories and this is no slight to him, I just wanted to
do a different take on those kinds of stories. In fact, some of his ladies are
an inspiration for the lady in this story, but I'll try to put my own spin on
those tales, with my own unique brand of writing. Like most of my stories,
this may be too extreme for some, so if you don't like stories that have a
great deal of muscles, strength and sex, then you probably won't enjoy this
story, if you do like those elements, then I hope you enjoy this story. *

August 23rd 2008 The Two Rivers High School gymnasium, 7 PM

Well, here I am, being a big fan of professional wrestling for the past 20
years, I saw that an event from the local independent federation the IPWF was
holding a show really close to where I live, about 4 miles away, so I decided
to take a drive over there, get a ticket, and sit ringside for the action. I
didn't really read anything about the card, except the main event and the
debut of a wrestler known as the Masked Marauder, all I heard about that was
the Marauder happened to be a fairly strong, muscular looking woman who
actually wrestled men, I guess IPWF doesn't have many other women wrestlers
and if she wanted to make any money, they had no choice but to put her in the
ring with men and see what happens. I had always fantasized about this as a
fan of very strong women, and had been a fan of Chyna when she wrestled for
the WWF. But I didn't think much of this new masked marauder, thing, I thought
I was going to see this Amazon going against an X Division type guy who
probably weighed just as much as she did. How wrong I turned out to be!

The announcer first brought this wrestler known as Korr the Barbarian to the
ring, this guy was enormous! I am a fairly tall guy at 6'2 and I weigh 340
pounds, mostly fat, but this guy made me look like a dwarf, he was at least 7
feet tall and weighed 400 pounds of hard, ripped muscle. Boy, I thought to
myself, whoever faces this guy will be killed in the ring! Then some snazzy,
upbeat music started and the announcer said "From Manitowoc, Wisconsin,
weighing in at 195 pounds, please welcome the debuting Masked Marauder!" My
mouth dropped open, I mean this new female wrestler takes this monster as her
first opponent, does she have a death wish? Then I caught first glimpse of
her, she wore a yellow, green, and black mask with matching tights and top,
but the most striking part of her was her muscles! She was massively muscular,
I stood up, crossing my legs to try to cover my erection, and I looked down at
her, she was only about 5'2, she was a foot shorter than me, and almost 2 feet
shorter than Korr! As she got closer I could see the definition in her
muscles, no woman wrestler was ever this ripped, Chyna and Asya were both
soft, off season type muscle when they wrestled. Her shoulders were even wider
than mine, and I was a huge guy, she made most men look small, but even she
couldn't compare size with the enormous Korr, her muscles were much more
defined though. She slapped my hand, the usual routine of the fan favorite
wrestler, giggled a little as she saw the bulge in the front of my jeans. "Is
that for me big boy? See you after the match!"

With that she entered the ring and stood across from this huge guy, her head
came up to the middle of his stomach, but she had no fear on her face, only
confidence, and a bit of defiance. I was amazed to see her motion for him to
go for a roman knuckle lock with her, he accepted, a little unsure of her
intentions, they locked up and stood chest to chest, or I should say, massive
pecs vs. even more massive pecs. I looked up, my eyes wide, my mouth open as I
saw The Marauder take the hands of Korr above her head, she looked straight
into my eyes, smiled and winked, then she powered down on his fingers with a
growl. Screaming could be heard coming from Korr's mouth as his knees hit the
canvas with the Marauder towering above him, well, not towering, the
difference in height was so much so that kneeling, Korr was almost as tall as
she was standing up. She finally let him go and he flopped down to the mat
holding his hands like they were broken. She clapped her hands to get the fans
behind her and picked Korr up by his wild, brown hair. In a display of power
that both shocked and turned me on, she pressed Korr straight overhead in a
gorilla press, over 400 pounds being hoisted like it was nothing, how did I
know, because she brought him down, and pressed him up 9 more times before
finally slamming him down to the mat. Damn, I said to myself, this woman is
stronger than anyone I've ever seen, I mean this was the equivalent of Rey
Misterio overhead pressing Mark Henry and this woman had done it with ease.
Again picking him up off the mat, she put his head between her legs in a
piledriver position and without a grunt of effort she picked him up in an over
the shoulder backbreaker! I was standing up cheering now, I couldn't believe
the power she demonstrated this whole match, she was lifting and throwing
around a guy well over her weight like he was a stuffed animal. Korr couldn't
take it anymore and submitted at 1:48, the guy was a monster who was up to
this point, the most powerful person in the federation, but he was nothing to
the power of this short, though incredibly muscular woman!

The Marauder left the ring came right out to me and said, "Hey stud, did you
enjoy that?" She looked down at my pants, which were now wet, I had ejaculated
at one point in the match and didn't even notice it! She smiled wider and
said, "I guess you did, don't worry about it, I'll make it up to you the next
time you come to the IPWF, you will come back won't you?" I could only nod,
dumbfounded, then I sat down and put my jacket over my newly grown second
erection. The whole rest of the show, I seriously couldn't concentrate on the
wrestling, my mind was still trying to comprehend The Marauder and her unreal
shows of power, and the fact that she was coming on to me, I'm no catch, I am
quite overweight, not particularly handsome, and haven't ever been very
popular with the opposite sex, but this woman had spoke to me as though she
wanted to be with me, I know some women do that to give their business a
boost, but this seemed quite genuine to me.

I counted the days until the IPWF came back to Two Rivers, wondering what The
Marauder had planned for me and the wrestling World in the next show. I hear
they were bringing in a big tag team for a special challenge match, but it
couldn't be against her could it? I know she defeated the biggest, strongest
man on the roster her first night in the company, but having a handicap match
against two much bigger men? That sounded crazy to me, but I went anyways, to
support my new Amazon goddess and to find out what she meant by paying me
back. The show was a little more expensive then the first time, I guess they
thought seeing that kind of special attraction would mean more people, and
more people means more money for the promoter. But I paid full price, knowing
the show would be well worth watching. I took my seat, the same one I took the
month before, hoping that the Marauder would remember exactly where I was
sitting. About 20 minutes before the show a big guy in a security T-shirt
brought me an envelope, saying "The Masked Marauder asked me to give you
this." I said thanks, a strange look on my face, then when he went back to the
locker room, I opened it, first I found a special backstage pass thing you put
around your neck and a note, "Meet me backstage twenty minutes after I get
done with my match, just tell the security guards the Marauder sent for you."
Wow, I couldn't believe my luck, I mean here was a muscular woman who was
incredibly strong and she wanted to meet me, one on one, it was like my most
fantastic dreams coming true all at once.

The Marauder's segment went pretty much the same way as her first match, she
came out to cheers from the women, indifference from most of the men, cheered
by me of course. Her mask was slightly different, I could see her eyes and
mouth, and she winked at me, my heart felt like it was a butterfly! Then the
Demolition Crew came out, two huge guys, a combined 650 pounds, 6 foot 7 and 6
foot 8 respectively. They had muscles on top of muscles, much like Korr did,
but I knew after watching her match last week, they didn't have a chance one
on one, maybe they had a chance two on one, but that's a big maybe. But it
didn't go to their liking, unlike last week, she allowed the tag team to make
the first move, they hit her with punches, kicks, clotheslines, top rope
moves, but she just stood there smiling and laughing, her muscles more than
tough enough to ward off blows that would have killed a normal man. Heck, one
of the crew grabbed a steel chair and hit her across her broad back, but the
effect was the same, she smiled as she turned around and took a chair shot on
the top of her head. I was in shock, not only had she took a shot with a steel
chair on her head, but she never flinched, the smile never left her face! She
grabbed the solid steel chair out of the huge guy's hands and folded it in
half, the long way, then again the short way, the steel in her hands was as
soft and pliable to her as paper is to you and me.

I looked around the arena to check the reactions of all the other fans, most
of the men were completely disgusted, some of the women were too, based on the
looks on their faces, out of the 400 people in attendance, I would say I'm the
only one who found the Masked Marauder attractive. I was still overwhelmed by
her power, though, as I saw she tossed these two huge guys around like they
were nothing but dolls to her, she picked one up with one hand, then brought
her other hand to the other's throat and picked him up as well, she didn't
chokeslam them right away, either. She held them up in the air, making them
think about their peril, about her power, then after 30 seconds of her holding
at least 3 times her weight over head, she finally planted them on the mat
with such power, the wooden planks holding the ring together noticeably
cracked, luckily the guys were alright, but they were severely bruised and
refused to wrestle her ever again. She placed one hand on each of their bodies
and the referee counted, one....two....three. She had won again, this time
against one of the most dominating and powerful tag teams in all of Midwestern
wrestling, they were merely stuffed animals to her power.

I went to the back like she said I should, showing my backstage pass to anyone
who got in my way. I was led to her dressing room door, I guess she was the
only wrestler who got her own room because of the fact that she was the only
woman at the show, I knocked and she said, "Come on in honey, just let me get
myself comfortable, you go sit on the love seat and I'll be right out." I sat
down, the love seat was nice, soft and silky, I was completely relaxed, until
she came out of her bathroom, wearing nothing but a bikini top and bottom, and
surprisingly, her mask. I was taken aback, I mean why doesn't she want to show
her face, was it disfigured, ugly? I was also very turned on by the size and
definition of her muscles, which were ripped, striated, veined up to a degree
that I thought only roided up male bodybuilders were capable of. I stood up
and reached for it, but she pushed me back gently and wagged her finger no,
saying "I'll unmask for you, but not now, I want to go out on a date with you,
and then you'll see the real me, and you'll know why I have to hide my
identity." I was confounded but I agreed to take her out, I mean she was
basically my perfect woman, as I had always wanted a short, incredibly
muscular woman who could carry me around with absolute ease, and looking at
how she lifted Korr and the Demolition Crew, she was just that woman. We made
plans to go out next Saturday night, she told me her name was Angela Jameson
and I told her my name was Jeremy Wilson, she asked me my address, and I said
why? She said she wanted to pick me up for the date, I said, shouldn't I do
that? She said, "I may be old fashioned in some ways, but that's not one of
them, I'm gonna take you around and show you the time of your life!" So I gave
her my address, we decided on the time, 7pm and I told her I'd see her then,
before kissing her on the cheek of her mask.

I went home, my mind and body feeling lighter than air, I was going on a date
with my ideal woman, a woman who could do all the things physically that I
have always wanted to have done with me, but because of my obese body I wasn't
able to. Now with Angela I have that chance, and I can't wait to see what her
body is truly capable of! She did a posing show for me in her dressing room
after we made our date, and I have to say, her muscles were beyond awesome,
her size was unreal for her height, her biceps looked to be about 20 inches
around, her pec shelf was 3 inches deep, if I had a tape I wouldn't be
surprised to see her torso being 50 plus inches around, not to mention her
waist was incredibly slim for someone with her muscle size, it showed off an 8
pack stomach that looked to be about 1/2 an inch deep between each segment.
Her legs were ripped to shreds, each head of the quadriceps were clearly
visible, striated and veiny, while her calves were diamond hard upside down
heart shaped slabs of muscle that may have been as big around as her huge
biceps. No matter what her face looks like, I think I'm in love, I mean she
can't be that ugly, her body is damn near perfect! Seriously though, I have
never been one to judge, I have always been fat, and self conscious about it,
so any woman coming on to me, well that's just the bee's knees.

At 7pm my doorbell rang, I was just getting myself ready, combing my hair,
putting my aftershave lotion on, checking if I shaved thoroughly, and when I
was satisfied, I ran to the front door to answer it. What I saw surprised the
crap out of me, I mean the body was undoubtedly Angela's, but this was my
first look at her face, and it turned out that she was an old woman! I mean
her hair was short, curly, and gray, her face was tight, but she had crows
feet, and the occasional wrinkle, but she was beautiful as hell, too, she was
like a matinee star's good looking mother! She caught my shocked expression
and said, "Does it disappoint you, that I'm so much older than you?" I shook
my head, "No, no, in fact, I happen to like older muscle women, some of my
favorites in the history of Female Bodybuilding have been 45 and older. I
didn't quite expect you to be so mature, but I can't say it turns me off at
all, you're still enchantingly beautiful, and I would still be honored to have
you on my arm." Angela smiled, her teeth very white, I noticed now she was
wearing a strapless black gown with a silk scarf around her shoulders, it
showed off her arms very nicely, they were huge and ripped, and I reached out
and touched them, finding them rock hard. She lead me out of my house, and to
her car, which was a Silver 1999 Pontiac Grand Prix SE. "Wow, nice car,
Angela, my mom has one of these in Maroon, so where do you want to go?" Angela
reached over and ran her hand lovingly up and down my thigh, "Well, first
let's go out to eat, I've reserved us a table at Green Street in Manitowoc,
then we can do whatever you would like to do my dear, its my treat."

We went out and had a great supper, she had pepper steak and the house salad,
I had a 12 oz filet mignon, French fries and I ordered Mozzarella sticks for
her and I. We talked about certain things, especially our mutual love for
professional wrestling, she got into it in the 50's when the big names were
Gorgeous George and Antonio Rocca. She also talked about how she started
weightlifting in the 1960's, her first husband was abusive to her, so she also
learned some karate, when she finally beat up her drunken, abusive husband,
she divorced him and decided to go full time into fitness and bodybuilding
training. "For the last thirty years I've dedicated myself to building up my
strength and muscles to the point where no man could ever take me for granted
again, no matter how big and strong he might be, as you can probably see by my
matches, I've accomplished that goal." I laughed and said, "Yeah, that's true,
you have shown unbelievable power in your matches, first pressing 400 pounds
over year head 10 times with such ease, and then keeping up at least 650
pounds over your head for 30 seconds, again, without even straining, you're
most likely the strongest person on the planet!" Angela laughed herself,
"Yeah, just about, but really, I don't know how strong I really am now, the
last time I worked out with a real weight was 9 years ago, I bench pressed 950
pounds for 196 reps before the bar finally ripped in half with the amount of
weights on it, I could have done it for much, much longer. Now I pick up just
any heavy object I can find, including cars to get a good work out." I almost
spit my food out at that, was she completely serious? I decided to see for
myself, "Angela, I know you're a very strong woman, but you have to be kidding
my, I mean cars? What do you overhead press them or just curl them? I'm sorry
if I seem condescending, but that kind of power only exists in science fiction
and stories you find on sites like Diana the Valkyrie!"

Angela was laughing again, "Oh, ho Jeremy, so now I recognize where I heard
that name from, you're that guy who writes all those outlandish stories all
over the internet! Now I know I found the right guy for me, any guy who could
think up all kinds of ways for me to use his body as a sex toy and lifting
object, well, that's the guy for me!" I was taken aback, "So you read my
stuff, and you like it?" She nodded, "Not only do I like your stories, I have
loved just about every single one of your stories, of course the ones that hit
home the most were the Amazonian Grandmother stories, they really hit home
that an elderly woman could still be very strong and sexy." Wow, I thought to
myself, this woman really could be the real life version of some of the
favorite characters I've ever written, I mean her muscles were bigger than any
woman in the World, and most men, and if her strength is even close to what
she's claiming, I should be a very happy man indeed! "Well, if you allow me, I
would love to explore your muscles and strength, like I did in all those
fictional stories, but of course they're no where near as real or beautiful as
you are, Angela." Angela giggled, "Aw, you're making me blush, Jeremy, of
course I'll let you do whatever you want with me, as long as you write a story
about it, I would love to see my name up in print, read by thousands and
thousands of people across the World."

After supper, Angela said "Well, what do you want to do now, Jeremy?" I rubbed
my chin as in thought, but it was clear what I really wanted to do, "Well,
Angela, I would love to see exactly how strong you are, so, let's go to your
place, so I can experience your power first hand, my dear." Angela grinned and
said, "Usually I wait until the second date before I reveal my true abilities,
but I know from what I have seen from you and your stories, I don't have to
wait, so let's do that, I've got a specially made gym, it's got weights that
you won't find anywhere else, so I know you'll be impressed, sweetie." We took
her car to her home, on the far west side of Two Rivers, it was a huge house,
almost mansion-like, I suppose she made a lot of money even before becoming a
professional wrestler. There were two levels above ground and a basement, it
was at least 200 feet across, and was painted white, with brown around the
window panes. I was impressed and I let it be known to her, she said "Thanks
dear, I have become rich through various means, powerlifting, sessions,
bodybuilding, construction, deconstruction, whatever businesses people needed
me for, I got a little money from here and there. I retired from that and just
went into wrestling, just because I loved the sport for so long and it looked
like a place where my abilities could come in handy." I nodded, "So you don't
really need the money, you're just doing wrestling for fun, that's cool, I
actually always wanted to be a wrestler, cause I thought it was a very cool
job to have. How about you train me to get into better shape, and I'll join
the IPWF with you?" Angela smiled, and touched my shoulder, "I'll make sure
you're the second strongest on the roster, honey, right after me, I'm so happy
to be sharing my strength, my whole life with you, Jeremy."

We went to her house, I took off my jacket and overshirt, stripping to my
white tank top undershirt and my briefs, which were basically the clothes I
was gonna wear for our work out, she went upstairs to her room, telling me to
wait in the living room while she prepared herself for her work out with me.
She came down five minutes later in a black sports bra and rainbow spandex
shorts, looking great, her six pack fully visible, veins and striations
visible in her shoulders, pecs and thighs, her biceps were looking very nice
as well, a sausage sized vein apparent. She saw me staring and gave me a short
posing show, her muscle size and definition stood out to an even greater
degree, I couldn't hardly believe my eyes, Angela looked like a Mr. Olympia
competitor, other than the beautiful face and breasts of course, but her size
was just unreal for her small frame. I couldn't help it, my tidy whities had
pitched a tent, almost involuntarily, just at looking at my elderly
girlfriend's physique, I was sprouting a boner that may have been the hardest
I ever had. She giggled at my predicament, and said, "Did I do that? I just
know how to get a rise out of you, don't I honey? Don't worry, though, this
won't be the last time that happens tonight, if I know you like I think I know
you, let's go down to the basement, I'm sure you'll find some relief down
there, one way or another, sweetie."

Angela came over and lifted me in a one armed cradle, with the other arm she
flexed a bicep and had me feel it with my hands. It was harder than diamonds,
I have felt some mighty hard things in my day, but nothing compared to the
hardness of Angela's mighty bicep! She opened her basement door with her free
hand and carried me down a flight of 20 stairs, my 340 pounds insignificant to
her. I looked around the basement, amazed to see huge weights all around, many
of them couldn't be found in any certified gym, they were just too heavy. "I
told you I didn't lift regular weights, didn't I sweets, these are the kind of
weights I work out with, where gym dumbbells end, I only get started, for the
lightest of my light warmups." She gestured to the smallest of the dumbbells,
which had the number 350 on the side, I couldn't believe it, the smallest
weight she had in this gym was 350, that's more than I weighed! She set me
down on a chair in the corner of the basement and went over to the 350 pound
dummies, taking one in each hand and doing alternating curls with absolute
ease. She didn't even stand still or sit down, she was strolling around the
gym, with absolutely no sign of strain or any evidence at all that she had a
total of 700 pounds in her two hands. I counted a total of 100 reps before she
set those huge weights back in their place and then took up a pair of even
bigger dumbbells that had the number 500 on their side, these were definitely
not any weights that you can get at a fitness store, these were specially made
weights for a very special lady. She did 75 reps a piece for these, making
them look just as light as she had the 350 pound dumbbells. She set those down
back in their places and posed in the mirror, showing off her humungous 21
inch biceps, pumped and veiny.

Then I noticed something in the corner, an aluminum baseball bat, it seemed
strangely out of place down here, I questioned her, "Do you play on a softball
team, dear?" She was taken aback, she laughed heartily, "No why, ohhhh, the
baseball bat, well I like to test the hardness of my muscles, not just my
strength, as you saw from the match last week, I can take a lot of punishment,
I use that bat to get me prepared for that kind of stuff." I shook my head in
awe and lust again, but then I thought of another question, "Who do you get to
hit you with the bat?" She shrugged and said, "My younger sister Elise, she's
only 57, but I trained her to be pretty strong, probably not as strong as you,
though. I'll let you hit me right now, I'll give you three shots to hit me
wherever you want, the only exception is the face, though I think you may have
already guessed that." I shook my head no, "Nah, I couldn't do that, Angela, I
wouldn't want to hurt you, I love you!" Angela just laughed and said, "Honey,
I love you too, and don't worry, nothing you could do would be able to hurt
me, except hitting me across the face, I'm tough, but I'm not that tough,
yet." I reluctantly picked up the bat and aimed my first shot at her 6 pack
abs, the thud was resounding, like steel hitting something far harder, there
was a huge clang. My hands were vibrating from the feeling of hitting her
steel hard physique with an aluminum bat, using just about all the power I
could muster. I looked at her face and Angela was still smiling, as though the
shot I hit her with didn't affect her in the least. I swung again, this time
at the supposedly much softer muscles of her pecs, but this had the same exact
result, my hands hurt now from feeling all the vibrations from the metal
hitting something far harder than it.

I shook my hands out again, and took a firm grip on the bat one more time,
then I thought of where I should have hit her, I didn't want to hit her in the
head, cause she would be mad at me, I didn't want to hit her legs because it
wouldn't be too much of a challenge, legs are usually more dense and harder
anyway. Then I said, "Okay, do a single biceps flex, Angela, I want to see how
hard your peak is." She smiled, nodded and did an unbelievably sexy single
biceps flex with her right arm, I took the bat and swung it down with all my
might, where it clanged off her ultra-hard biceps, my hands couldn't take any
more and I finally had to drop the aluminum bat out of my hands, I held my
hands, which were in extreme pain now, as her biceps were probably the hardest
object out of the three I had hit that day. I stuck them under my armpits and
flexed them a lot, trying to get some of the numbness and pain out of them.
"My goodness, Angela, you're not kidding when you said nothing I could do
could hurt you, you took the head of the bat full force on the head of your
bicep, and you didn't flinch, you didn't do anything but just stand there,
smile and take it, you've gotta be not only the strongest person in the World,
but the toughest too!" Angela giggled when she heard that, "Oh you sweet man,
I know you love how big and strong I am, can you handle my muscles being this
hard?" I was in disbelief over it, just about, but it was just another aspect
that I loved, not only was she stronger than me by a lot, but she was damn
near bulletproof as well. "Angela, I love your muscles, and I wouldn't want to
be anywhere else in the World right now, I want to be with you as long as
you'll have me." Angela came up to me and put her arms around my neck, pulling
me down into a passionate kiss, "What about my age darling, doesn't it bother
you that your love is so much older than you?" I shook my head, "No, because
you got everything that I had ever wanted in a woman, the strength, the
muscles, the toughness, the willingness to show them off without hesitation,
you're everything my dream woman has ever been in my life. Plus the fact I
don't even know how old you are, you said you have a sister that is younger
than you, but you didn't say how much younger she was, but it wouldn't matter
to me, since I've been a big fan of older muscle women for years and years,
the thought that you could be older than my Grandma, well, that actually turns
me on all the more."

Angela then picked me up in a front straddle carry and started carrying me up
the stairs, then up another flight of stairs to her bedroom. "Sweetie, before
I tell you how old I am, I gotta ask, how old is your grandmother, so I can
compare ages with her." I thought, that's quite strange, but whatever, "She's
75 years old, she'll be 76 in April, why?" Angela smiled up into my face and
said, "Well, you're right about me being older than her, then, I turn 78 in
October, darling, I hope that doesn't bother you too much." I shook my head in
awe and lust, my tongue driving into her mouth, meeting her much stronger and
more muscular tongue, we kissed passionately for minutes before she set me
down on her bed. She ripped my clothes off and then did the same to her own,
showing off her flawless muscular physique, striations, veins, everything had
a life of its own as she focused on my hard-on, 9 inches long, 3 inches thick.
"Oh My, I've never seen one this big, my two previous husbands had some pretty
small ones comparatively, get ready for the ride of your life sweetums."
Without pretense she mounted my wang with her immense body, she switched us
around and I was on top of her much shorter, though much wider and thicker
frame, she did a bridge on the bed and held my body in her with nothing but
the power of her incredibly muscled sex. "I'll be damned, you read one of my
favorite stories, Mistress Mona's Stable by Uplifted, I have always wanted to
do this, but no one has been able to do this to me, yes! I love you Angela,
with all my heart, please marry me!" I orgasmed short after, but I stuck
around long enough to see her eyes well up in tears, but they were tears of
joy as she accepted. I went to sleep, with the biggest smile that I've ever
had on my face, knowing my dream woman had just agreed to stay with me for the
rest of my life. It couldn't have gotten any better, could it? ....the End?