Aberdeen Agnes
By Jimp
Jim worships a powerful elderly muscle woman


The following story contains descriptions of sex and violence. If this offends

you or if you are under the legal age of consent in your country do not read

on. Although based on real people, names have been changed to protect the

innocent. Any other likeness to anyone dead or alive is purely coincidental.

(c) JIM P 2012

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I've just returned from a week's holiday in Scotland and had to tell you what
happened. I had spent much of the week walking in the hills and mountains
trying to take my mind off work so that I could find some sort of inner calm
and return refreshed. The weather wasn't good, often raining, sometimes
extremely blustery high up on the exposed peaks but countered with the
occasional dry spell. However, people don't go to Scotland for the weather!.
Mobile phone signal was non-existent at the caravan park where I was staying
which meant nobody could contact me even if they wanted to and I couldn't
phone out. Living in one of the flatter parts of the British Isles meant that
I was accustomed to fairly easy walking where I could average around 3 miles
an hour over 7 miles. However up in Scotland my pace was dramatically slower
as I struggled to walk up steep slopes, panting and with my heart beating in
my ears. I had forgotten how long a Scottish mile was! Coming down again was
just as bad as I was overly cautious of my footing so I did not fall.
Additionally, the high levels of rain that had saturated Britain in recent
months (during an official drought and hosepipe ban!) had made the ground very
boggy which made for treacherous walking that made waterproofs essential. I
quickly learnt not to hold onto a wire fence for support to get around a deep
spot when it is electrified! Of course the wonderful scenery and the views
from the top made the physical exertion worthwhile. I rarely encountered
anyone else in these wild desolate places and when I did they were always
friendly and willing to chat, whether they were locals or other walkers.

Now on the day that I wanted to tell you about, I had slogged my way through
mud and rain to the top of a hill marked by a high tower commemorating the
Battle of Waterloo with splendid views of the impressive landscape all around.
I had an interesting encounter with a herd of young cows who were on the path
during the steep climb up the rocky barren hillside who instead of moving
aside kept running further up ahead on the path then stopping to watch me puff
and pant behind them. It must have seemed that I was herding them. That only
came to an end upon a crossing point in the electric fence. Upon my descent, I
reached a small village about a mile or so from where I had parked my car.
Water had soaked through my so-called waterproof walking shoes, making my
soaks and aching feet wringing wet. The big hearty breakfast that I had to
give me energy was now at the unfortunate stage of wanting to discard the
waste products - oh, sorry, you didn't need to know that! Being a man made it
easy to relieve the pressure on one's bladder behind a convenient tree or bush
but I didn't fancy digging a hole for the other end then covering it back over
again afterwards. I just had to hang on until I got back to the car and driven
back to the caravan park about 25 Scottish miles away (i.e. almost an hour's
drive).

Anyway I had just entered the village which consisted of a few old stone built
houses, a pub and not much else when I saw a white-haired woman approaching
from the opposite direction. Like me, she was dressed in waterproofs and
walking shoes which covered up her figure, but she wasn't one those scrawny
little old women but seemed fairly robust and cheerful. As she got closer, she
gave me a warm welcoming smile upon a cheery pleasant face that could have
belonged to one's idealised vision of a nice Scottish granny. We exchanged
greetings and both stopped, chatting away, exchanging our experiences of the
local walk which she told me she walked on a regular basis and the poor
weather. As with many people I had met up here, She was very welcoming and
friendly and willing to stop and make conversation. She was shorter than
myself, perhaps 5 foot 4 inches and seemed medium built, although it was
difficult to tell with the waterproof jacket. Her face was broad with chubby
cheeks, a short thick nose, small grey eyes and with a cheerful wide smile.
There were a few wrinkles and laughter lines with a fairly firm neck but
overall she looked quite good for her age, whatever that might be, it being
quite rude to ask. Her white hair was curly, short and worn high off the
forehead. A rumble down below reminded me of my predicament and I asked
whether there were any public toilets in the village.

"I'm afraid not, dearee. But you can use the facilities in the WI" she replied
in a warm soft voice with a fairly strong Scottish accent. I accepted the
offer from this nice white haired Scottish granny and followed her as she led
the way along the main street. "My name is Agnes, by the way" she told me as
we approached a low long building with a utilitarian black roof and a few
square windows and an entrance way that was typical of many village halls and
other public buildings up and down the land. I told her my name as we walked
into the entrance with the name "Women's Institute" displayed on a board
above. Inside was a small entrance hall with big double doors leading off to
the main hall and a couple of smaller doors to the side. "You can take off
your damp things here and leave them over there to dry" Agnes told me
indicating a row of coat hangers, many occupied by damp coats with a row of
wet muddy boots and shoes beneath. "The loos are just through there. Just come
through into the main hall when yeer finished and I give you a nice cream tea"
she added. "There is really is no need, I don't want to put you out" I
replied, touched by her generosity. "Och, it's nay problem at all. It's always
nice to meet a nice young man like yourself" she replied.

Removing my waterproofs, wet shoes and socks, I went into the toilets and did
my business then made my way through the big double doors into the main hall.
I was expecting to see chairs and tables with elderly women bustling about
doing crafts like horticulture and baking. What I never expected to see was a
long room full of bright shiny gym equipment and weights. All around were
women of all ages, mostly middle-aged and elderly, in a variety of gym clothes
standing at strange contraptions or sitting on benches exercising and they
were exercising hard. Some of them looked quite fit and I couldn't help but
stop and stare. Nearest to me was a slim bookish woman with with bushy silver
hair and a sour expression wearing spectacles, sitting on a bench. She wore a
sleeveless red top with small denim shorts that showed off incredibly good
looking legs for someone her age. They were long slender and firm with not a
blemish but most of all, my attention was on her calves. These went from
smooth, firm and shapely tightening into small hard balls of muscle with a
sexy cleft between them as she pressed on a treadle that caused some weights
to lift. I became aware that she had caught me staring and flushing with
embarrassment, I looked away.

A middle-aged brunette with short cropped hair in a leather halter and shorts
catches my eye as she standing pulling on a ski pole type machine, prominent
bicep veins visible all down the front of her thick arm slick with
perspiration. She stares at me with a smug look as if to say "I'm firm and
fit, you're flabby and not". I look away, feeling uncomfortable. Anxiously I
look around trying to spot Agnes but I can't see her. An attractive slim woman
with long blonde hair and wearing a sleeveless black top curling dumbbells
catches my eye. Her arms are firm and sinuous, swelling into small shapely
hills as she works out. A sheen of perspiration makes her taut toned body
glisten. I feel my nuts tightening and avert my eyes not wanting to sprout a
boner in a gym full of fit women, who were now all watching me.

Out the corner of my eye I spot the nice white haired granny appear through a
door at the far end of the room and cross over towards me. Out of her baggy
waterproofs, she wore grey baggy gym trousers and a rather tight black top
that clung to a rather sturdy looking upper body. In fact, she cut quite an
imposing figure. Her traps were very noticeable, steep thick slopes running
from her neck to her shoulders with a well defined clavicle running across the
top of her chest. If the gaze of the fit women working their firm bodies
hadn't been discomfiting enough, I now found myself confronted by a deep
plunging neckline that showed a substantial amount of elderly yet firm bust
and cleavage. I tried to keep my eyes on her gentle smiling face. "Och there
you are. Let's leave the ladies to their exercises and go in the back room.
I've made you a nice cup of tea" she told me and turned to lead the way. "I
thought this was the WI, it looks more like a gym" I said to her back which I
couldn't help noticing had very broad shoulders and tapered down to a medium
sized waist. She stopped to open the door and turned her cheerful face towards
me. "Aye this is the WI and that is our equipment. We like to keep in shape,
there's naught else to do around here in the bad weather especially in winter
when you cannae get into the hills. Did you expect us to sit around drinking
cups of tea and knitting sweaters all day long?" she asked with a chuckle.

The thought of this sweet white haired woman pumping iron caused my balls to
tighten. I look more closely at old lady's body and notice that her arms seem
very thick and shapely in her tight top. She noticed my gaze with a touch of
amusement upon her lips. "I am the trainer, you ken. I show the ladies how to
use all the equipment safely and help them with their training regime". With
that she folded her arms and with growing excitement I realise that the top of
her chest is puffed up like a stone pillow with deep striations. Her smile got
even broader. "The men around here don't call me Aberdeen Agnes for nothing
you know, dearee" she said and went through the door leaving me to follow,
totally gobsmacked with a growing tightness in my groin that I tried to
dismiss as highly inappropriate.

The room in which I now found myself was a fair sized kitchen with tables and
chairs at one end but my attention was all on the friendly white haired woman
before me in the tight top. Agnes had a hand on her hip and I couldn't help
noticing how thick her arms seemed to be and how large her shoulder caps
seemed to be. "Why, why do they call you that?" I asked my mouth dry with
excitement. "Because I'm built like a bull, dearee" she laughed and the
tightness spread to my dick. "I know this sounds a bit weird but, well, could
you show me what you mean?" I asked nervously. I mean it's not the normal
thing you would ask a nice white haired Scottish granny you had only just met.
"Oh no, not at all dearee. I am always catching the young men peeping in,
trying to get a good look at the ladies working their bodies. They seem to get
quite excited by it". "Um yes. But what about you? Could you show me your
bod...er how you are built like a bull?" I asked, feeling uneasy asking an old
lady I just met to take her clothes off. "Oh I think that might be a bit scary
for you dear. I'm not slim and sexy like those ladies back there" she said
with a smile. "I'm not built like a supermodel, more like a brick outhouse"
she chuckled. "Please. I can see that you have a tantalisingly impressive
figure. I really would like to see it in the flesh" I said. "Och you" she
replied flattered with a dismissive wave of her hand.

With that she turned so that she was presenting her side to me. Her upper body
around her shoulders and chest really were quite noticeable thicker and
stronger looking than her waist. Then she stretched out her right arm in front
of her giving me a view of it from the back. I gawped at the thick bump along
the top of her upper arm and the thick bump opposite where her triceps would
be. With her soft grey eyes watching me, she slowly bent forearm and I gasped
as an absolute huge thick mound grew from the top of her arm. Her top was made
of some sort of stretchy fabric that hugged the bulky contours of her upper
body but now moulded itself tightly to the rugged contours of her bulging arm,
the elasticised weave getting wider to accommodate the huge peak. As her
forearm becomes vertical, I can only gawp as how substantially thicker it is
around the base, becoming a powerful swell of mass tapering with a broad curve
to quite a thick wrist. But most awesome of all is the massive bicep, to which
the black fabric clings on like a film as it gets higher and firmer until a
huge tall peak threatens to burst through the sleeve. I watch in stunned
silence with a steadily growing stiffness in my pants. "Aye, looks like you
like a bit of prime Scottish beef" she said with a smile. I feel embarrassed
that she has noticed but I am too entranced by the incredible sight to try and
cover it up. "Wow!" I gasp, my brain too stunned to think of anything
coherent. I just can't stop gawping at that tall peak upon her arm rising
steeply from the thick mass that can only be muscle upon her arm. Even though
I was only seeing it from the back, her bicep looked absolutely huge like a
mountain with a higher pointy peak that surely pushed her black top to
breaking point. Opposite this swelling downwards was an equally impressive
solid mass that indicated that she also had big triceps.

I was speechless as the friendly looking white haired woman relaxed her arm
then flexed it again. This time the black covered mound on top of her arm
seemed to grow even larger and with a sharper peak. My mouth was dry, my face
was warming up and my heart was beating faster while my dick was stiffening
uncontrollably. "Wow! Amazing!" I gasped. I have met some muscular women in my
time, but I never expected such awesome peaked mass on a sweet white haired
lady who was otherwise most people's ideal vision of a granny. OK, maybe my
ideal vision of a granny would be one built like a bodybuilder, but then I'm
weird. She probably had as much mass in her arms as my mother in-law, Paula
[JIMP#13], but her biceps were much more peaked. "Oh, Agnes! That is amazing"
I groaned unable to hide the desire in my voice. I don't normally go around
lusting after little old ladies but the tall peaked biceps on this one really
stoked my fire. I knew there was no use trying to cover the rising tentpole in
my trousers. "If you liked that, then hold onto your socks, dearee" she told
me and proceeded to turn her back on me and flexed both arms at once. The view
of the double biceps from behind was absolutely stunning. Her top stretched to
ripping point, the weave stretching so much that there was spots of bare flesh
peeking through in places as it clung on valiantly to her expanding upper
body. And boy did it expand! Her broad shoulders became very broad indeed and
the bumps and lumps appearing on her wide lats suggested a well developed back
which sloped like an inverted V to her waist. I could control myself no longer
and just had to step forward and feel that amazing upper body. She didn't
object as I placed my hands on her bowling ball sized shoulder caps and ran my
palms along to her staggering biceps. With hands on each arm, I was totally
amazed at the feel of the solid peaked mass under my palms. "They're so big,
so hard, incredibly pointed!" I gasped, sounding like an idiot. Lust does that
to some people, a stiff dick seems to stop the brain working.

"Och, get away with you" she chuckled lowering the massive arms that strained
the man-made fabric of her top. Turning to face me, she told me gently "I
think that's enough rare beef for you to be handling for one day". I'm sorry
but I was really getting turned on and didn't want to let this opportunity go.
"Come on Agnes, please show me more" I begged, hardly believing I was pleading
with a white haired granny to show me her muscles. "Oh, very well" she said
and with that raised her right arm and flexed once more. If the view from the
back had been impressive, from the front it was completely gobstopping and
totally cockhardening. My dick stiffened steadily as the black sleeve
stretched thinly as the thick mountainous bicep rose in all its glory looking
like it would burst the seams at any moment. I also noticed prominently erect
nipples jutting from the front of her top which made my meat stiffen more. The
friendly looking old lady moved her arms in front of her and straightened
them, turning them slightly to present her huge triceps. "Not bad for old 'un,
eh dearee?" she asked as I gawped at the swelling mass with the horseshoe
shaped prongs distorting the line of her sleeves. Before I could say a word,
she raised both arms then hit a double biceps pose, this time blasting me with
them from the front. My hardon went instantly rigid becoming uncomfortable in
my pants. "Oh Agnes!" I moaned lustfully.

"Och get away with you. Flattering an old lady like that" she said bashfully,
lowering her arms. "Agnes, I really mean it. Please let me see your arms
without the sleeves? Please" I begged. The old woman seemed reticent and I
felt ashamed for pressing this nice lady who had shown such warmth and
friendship to a stranger. "I'm sorry if I have offended you" I began but she
cut me off with a wave of her hand. "Oh, no, no. Dinnae be silly" she told me.
"So you want it without the packaging do you?" and without another word she
rolled up her right sleeve. Even though I knew that she had thick strong arms,
I was unprepared for how extremely developed they were. In the flesh, her arm
was big and toned even when relaxed, a veritable column of shapely bumps and
bulges that suggested awesome power. A thick rugged bicep vein ran along the
front and her triceps were a thick horseshoe shaped mass of muscle at the
back. Her forearm was rippling, suggesting great strength, thickly corded and
vascular. "You have to be tough to live up here" she said with a smile as I
gawped in amazement.

She raised her right arm and flexed. My dick lurched hard as the pale flesh of
the smiling white haired woman swelled into a massive mound of muscle which
solidified into a tall steep sided peak. The bulging muscle was so well
defined that I could see the split between the individual bicep heads. I was
stunned by such powerful well developed arms on a sweet smiling elderly lady.
Before I had came to my senses and got up the courage to take a feel, she had
lowered her arm and pulled down the sleeve. "I think that's enough excitement
for one day" she told me but now that I had a glimpse of what lay beneath I
wanted more. "Oh Agnes, stop teasing. Please show me more. You have incredible
arms. Please, I really want to see more. I want to see if the rest of you is
amazingly built like that" I begged the nice Scottish granny who I'd only just
met. That would have taken a lot of explaining if someone had walked in just
then.

"Oh well, on you own head be it" she said with a knowing smile and lifted her
top to remove it. My eyes went wide, my jaw went slack in astonishment and my
cock quickly grew rigid. The stomach of the old woman was a grid work of large
well defined slabs of hard muscle arranged in pairs either side of a deep
groove leading vertically from her belly button. This sexy sight was set in a
taut surround of her well toned mid-riff. I don't think I've ever met a woman
before with such an astonishingly well developed six pack with such deep
separation. By the time I had managed to shake my gaze away from her abs, it
became lodged on a white bra trying to contain large beautifully rounded
breasts topped by a densely cushioned upper chest with deep cut striations at
the start of a deep cleavage. "Well dearee? Has the cat got your tongue?" she
asked with a slightly cheeky smile with her hands on her hips. My dick was
absolutely rock hard at the sight. "Agnes, You are stunning. What an amazing
body" I gasped and I meant it. Her upper body was densely muscled, well toned
and well defined.

A thin silver necklace hung around her neck and I tried not to show my
surprise at the pendant which bore the image of the Goddess Anahita dancing in
a circlet of fire with ten weapons in her multi-limbed hands. To be honest, I
was far too engrossed in looking at her stunning upper body. I could sense the
sheer power of her large muscular but unmistakably feminine body and it was
driving me crazy with desire. Her stomach was a living moving carpet of muscle
as the abs seemed to shrink back then come forth again large and defined as
she breathed. OK she was a bit pale skinned and there were a few lines and
wrinkles hinting at her age but otherwise she had a body that put most women a
fraction her age to shame. She pulled her left arm across her body, moving
into a side biceps pose. I was all over her, feeling her arm, feeling the way
it bulged thickly around her shoulders and her dense triceps. I ran my hands
over her flexed biceps with the prominent vein running across the hard swell
of its peak. Her traps were a very stocky ridge like a steep hill running from
her shoulders to the side of her neck. Her well endowed chest rose and fell as
she breathed, thickly cushioned and ripped with rigid nipples jutting through
the white fabric of her bra. "Oh Agnes. You could be a professional
bodybuilder with a body like this. I bet you would give some of those at Ms.
Olympia a run for their money. Do you compete?" I asked in awe. "Oh no dearee.
I cannae be having with all that nonsense pansying around on stage in a itsy
bitzy bikini showing off all my bits" she replied. "But you're so powerfully
built. You must spend hours in the gym" "No dearee, I'm just an old farmer's
wife who is not afraid of a bit of hard manual labour and heavy lifting. I
still help out on the farm but I've found that I enjoy lifting weights so I
run this gym here at the WI for the ladies" she told me.

"And look at the results. Isn't that grand?" she asked as she raised her right
arm and flexed. The split peaked biceps soared like a very steep sided
mountain and I felt it, unable to encompass it's huge girth with a single
hand. It felt so hard like a rock under the firm warm smooth skin. "Absolutely
amazing" I gasped. "Oh Agnes!" I moaned with building lust as I ran my hands
over her biceps with one hand and her abs with the other. My dick was beating
a tattoo in my trousers. The sheer raw massive power of this white haired
woman was driving me crazy and in the heat of the moment I began to kiss her
mouth passionately. A strong force pushed me firmly away. She fixed me with
her small grey eyes, looking stern. "Do you know how to calm a raging bull,
dearee? Like this". BLAM! A painful explosion went off on my jaw and I found
myself toppling as my head whipped back. "A short punch and he willnae mess
with you again" she told me as I lay on the floor feeling my aching jaw and
shaking my head wondering what the hell happened. A brief memory of a large
sturdy fist hurtling towards my face confirms the pain. The old lady hit me
and I went down like a ton of bricks. I looked up, my eyes drawn to her firm
paving block lined stomach and the big rounded orbs of her breasts held up by
a white bra.

My aching jaw brought me to my senses. God that was only a tap, I was in no
doubt that she could have shattered my jaw if she had hit me with any anger.
"Agnes, I'm so sorry. I don't know what came over me" I began to apologise but
she waved me quiet. "Oh dinnae fuffle yourself" she told me kindly and lent
down to help me up. The big soaring bicep came right close to my face as she
hauled me effortlessly to my feet and I just had to put my hand on it as if to
steady myself. "Oh go on, cop a good feel, dearee. I often have that effect on
young men who catch a glimpse, although usually they are so scared stiff they
wet themselves before running away" she told me, smiling gently. "And I do
mean stiff" she chuckled and I gasped as her hand brushed the tentpole in my
trousers although that punch had taken some of the wind out of its sails. "I'm
sorry" I mumbled with embarrassment. "Don't be dearee. I take it as a great
compliment that I have that reaction even at my age" she replied. "In fact,
I've seen more of those in recent years since I started the gym than I ever
had when I was younger" she said. "Difficult to believe isn't it?" she asked.
"What is?" "That I was once younger" she laughed.

That made me feel more at ease. She wasn't angry with me and seemed flattered
that she had this effect on me. "Your abs are amazing. May I?" I asked
tentatively putting out a hand. "Oh gone on. Have a good feel" she replied.
She put her hands behind her back, her huge shoulders and thick rippling arms
looking massive then flexed her stomach muscles and the taut toned six pack
rose prominently from her tight fit body becoming even more defined and clear
cut. I ran my palm over them enjoying the feel and exploring every deep cut
crevice and hard flat topped square block. It was like running my hand over a
hard rubber impression of a stone clad wall. Each highly defined abdominal
muscle smooth yet rock hard and covered with warm smooth living, breathing
flesh. The extremely tactile feel was reigniting my ardour after that punch
cooled it. "They're incredible. It's like a piece of sculpture. They are
really beautiful" I gushed in appreciation.

"Go on, dearee. Punch me in the stomach. I know you want to. It's alright" she
told me. I hesitated. "I'm not keen on hitting women" I told her. "Or
Nonsense. Go on. I won't feel a thing I'm built like a brick outhouse. I
really want you to" she insisted. Reluctantly I drew back my fist but
hesitated. "Go on, love. None of your Southern namby pamby stuff. Hit me
really hard now" she said. It looked pretty rugged, so I let fly with quite a
solid punch. THUD! My knuckles came to a sudden jarring halt against the
brickwork in her stomach which didn't move a fraction of a millimetre. Ouch my
knuckles stung and throbbed from coming up against such an immobile object.
She chuckled softly "Oh typical Southerner. Surely you can punch harder than
that". I drew back my fist then hammered it forward really hard. THUD! Ouch
that hurt, it was like punching a brick wall. The white haired granny didn't
say a word but looked amused. Her striated pneumatic chest moved up and down
as if she were laughing silently at me. Annoyed I slammed my fist into her gut
with everything I had. THUD! "Ouch!" I cried as I almost broke my hand upon
the ribbed stone work that clad her stomach.

"Oh Agnes, they're are so beautiful and sexy" I moaned running my hand over
her crazy-pathed stomach once more. I just had to kiss them, pressing my face
to her belly and working my lips across each slab of sexy feminine fitness and
probing the deep crevices between with my tongue. "Och give over, you bad boy,
that tickles" she chuckled pulling my head away gently from her abs. "Oh
Agnes. You really turn me on. I could stick my dick in there and run it up and
down like swiping a credit card and cum all over them" I moaned before
realising that I had said that out loud. "Well I never! What strange ideas you
have" she exclaimed with a chuckle.

She seized my hands and I felt a sudden surge of overwhelming power that had
me on my knees within seconds. Her shoulder caps were like ripped hubcaps and
her triceps were a formidable horseshoe shaped mass of power. Pale skinned
forearms swelled up, corded thickly as she pressed my arms, which were puny as
twigs by comparison. Such irresistible force kept me on my knees, so strong
that I thought that she might break my forearms with the slightest twist of
her powerful thick arms. "Agnes, please. You are so powerful. You really turn
me on. Please, I just want to worship you" I pleaded. She really had me going,
compared to her I was so weak and helpless as she asserted her dominant
strength so simply. She moved her arms apart, twisting my arms straight and
forcing me to crouch with my face in front of her stone clad belly. "Arr!"
there was a lot of tension and discomfort in my arms but she had me completely
under her control. "You want to worship me, dearee? Then start with them. Kiss
them nicely and I might forgive you for forcing yourself upon an old woman"
gone was the gentle voiced granny, her voice was now strict with commanding
superiority. I obeyed, eager to please and to be honest enjoying the sensation
of worshipping her incredible abs.

Satisfied, she released my hands and I looked up as she flexed both of her
huge peaked guns together. She looked like the ultimate power goddess looming
over me, far too strong for any man to handle. I just wanted worship that
body, make love to her, the raw feminine power was driving me crazy and my
dick was absolutely throbbing. "I'm really flattered but I'm far too old for
you dearee" she told me but sight of those peaked muscles made me feel so
submissive. I just had to worship the power and physical superiority of this
amazing woman. "Such power. So sexy" driven by my desperately aching dick, I
rose to my feet and went straight for her biceps, stroking them and kissing
them with increasing fervour. "Oh Agnes. Oh you really turn me on" I moaned
between passionate kisses of her skin warm stone hard biceps, completely lost
in a sexual frenzy.

Suddenly she bent down and I felt my feet swept from the floor as she threw me
over her shoulder as if I were an empty backpack. With my groin riding her
boulder sized shoulder cap, she lay me across the back of her broad shoulders.
I had a strong feeling of complete helplessness as this white haired granny
with the body of a world class bodybuilder began to walk around the room
showing no signs of discomfort of my great weight across her shoulders. There
was really nothing I could do about it, my feet were dangling in the air and
the floor looked a long way down. This display of strength and dominance was
pumping up my even more! "You know I sometimes carry the little heifers back
to their mums like this when they wander off" she told me conversationally.
She stopped and the ceiling came rushing towards me as my body was pressed
high above her head. "I could use you as a barbell, dearee. Although I usually
benchpress much heavier weights than you". "Ohhhh Agnes!" a moan escaped my
lips. "What's wrong dearee? Is something bothering you?" she asked, lowering
my back across her shoulders.

I gasped as her hand slid across the throbbing bulge at the front of my
trousers. "This thing is far too much of a distraction isn't it dearee? Well
we'll soon put that right". I was shocked as she undid my zip and pulled out
my erection. "Ohhh!" I moaned as she encircled it within her warm hand and
started pumping up and down rapidly. "I've plenty of experience milking the
cows down on the farm. Men are no different" she told me as she steadily
pumped my dick. "Ohhhhh ohhhhh ohhh!" I didn't have a chance. She brought me
off within seconds, continuing to milk me until I could give no more while I
lay dangling helplessly across her broad shoulders.

She lowered me gently to the floor. I felt utterly shagged. The thought that a
sweet old granny had just given me a skilful hand job had barely sunk in when
she took me by the arm and led me to a low wooden coffee table across the
room. "Now that's out of the way, we can have some fun. Come on, sit down here
and we can arm wrestle" she told me. "What?" I mumbled in my post-orgasmic
daze. "Arm wrestle, dearee. You do know how to arm wrestle don't you?" she
asked as she knelt upon the carpet. "Ah, yes of course" I replied as I
followed her lead and knelt on the opposite side of the low table. "Take my
hand, dearee" she told me resting her elbow on the table between us with a
formidable looking forearm raised with open hand. Even relaxed like this, her
arm looked huge and rippling with power. I had no illusions about this as I
matched her pose and clutched her hand. Against her mighty looking arm, mine
looked thin, weedy and puny. I knew that I didn't stand a chance but I was
looking forward to another demonstration of her strength. "OK, dearee, you can
start. Begin" she commanded. I tried not to look at her arm, knowing that its
awesomeness would make me feel even weaker so instead I stared at her face. It
was the face of a cheerful, white haired woman, her forearm pressing against
mine and I was going to press it down to the table top. But of course, hers
wasn't going anywhere no matter how hard I pushed. It stood upright,
completely rock solid as I pushed with all my might. "Are you sure you're
trying, dearee?" she said softly with a sarcastic smile. I stole a glance at
her arm, big mistake!. Her forearm was so thick and muscular it looked a bit
like a ship's mast in full, so wide and dense at the bottom that it made mine
seem puny like a matchstick against it. Her biceps didn't even looked tensed.
That made me feel so week and feeble. "Why don't you try both hands, dearee?"
she said with no sign of a smirk. So I grasped her hand with both of mine,
pulling with one while pushing with the other until I was red in the face. Yet
still the old woman's big arm was immobile while her friendly face smiled
calmly as if she was expending little or no energy in resisting my futile
efforts. Suddenly that big bicep swelled into existence. SLAM! The back of my
hand slammed into the table top in the blink of an eye. So overwhelming was
her power that I felt my dick growing stiff again.

I watched with stiffening ardour as a white haired woman with the friendly
gentle face of a granny, in a white bra, raised her hand in victory. Her dense
triangular forearm moved slowly towards her smiling face causing the large
mass on the top of her arm to swell like a volcano about to erupt. As her fist
almost reached her face, the bicep soared and solidified into a sharp split
peak. "Oh Agnes, you are amazing" I sighed. OK, it was repetitive but what
else would you say in the presence of such impressively developed mass female
muscle?

The sturdily built old woman sat back on the carpet and beckoned to me. "Come
here dearee" she said. She cupped her hands in front of her chest and said "I
want you to sit in my hands then lean back, like I'm holding a baby". She saw
my dubious look. "It's OK I wont drop you" she added. Turning around, I
cautiously lowered myself into her hands. One hand held my backside while the
other was low on my back. Agnes's arms held me as steady as a rock. "Go on,
lean right back. I won't drop you". Warily, I began to lean back like I was in
a recliner and as I did her hand moved higher up my back to support me. The
hand under my backside moved down to the top of the backs of my legs like a
harness then raised me so that my feet left the floor. Then, to my surprise,
Agnes laid back and pressed my body high above her like a barbell. "Keep your
back and legs straight, that's it" her voice instructed from beneath me. Lying
flat out I saw the ceiling move towards me then smoothly move away. Back and
forth my body moved through the air. I was being bench pressed by a white
haired woman! To experience her raw power like this was very exhilarating as
her strong steady arms continued to raise then lower me. With my body no
longer in contact with the ground, I was completely helpless to stop this
powerfully built old lady using me as a human barbell. I lost count of the
number of times she repped me but feeling the incredible strength of her arms
was exciting.

Finally while raised high, my body was slowly tilted until my feet met the
floor then she helped me into a standing position. Agnes stood up after me and
immediately flexed her huge double guns right in front of my face with a big
smile on her face. "Ohhhh!" I moaned turned on by the sheer massive power. "Go
on, dearee. Give them a good feel now that they're more pumped". I didn't need
to be told twice, I was all over them caressing the big solid biceps and the
well defined groove between the bicep heads. They certainly seemed a lot
bigger. Overwhelmed by such awesome female muscle, I completely lost it and
started to passionately kiss her lips. This time she didn't push me away. Her
thick rippling arms embraced me and pulled me tight against her body while she
returned my kisses with growing fevour. I can feel the immense strength all
around me and know that she could crush me like a bug and that inflames my
lust even more. Completely engrossed in kissing this amazing woman with
increasing fervour, I feel her arms tighten around me in a gentle but firm
bearhug that cramps the action of my lungs but still allows me to breathe. My
feet leave the ground as she lifts me steadily while still locked in a
passionate kiss. My dick grows like a magic beanstalk invigorated by the old
woman's massive muscles holding me firmly off the ground. Still kissing, I ran
my palms along the triangular slopes of her traps to the bowling ball sized
shoulder caps. The sturdy old strong woman lifted me steadily until she had to
lean her face right back while I had to lean mine forward to keep kissing.
Suddenly I felt my erection rub over a bumpy solid surface and realised that
it was running over her abs. "Ohhh!" I moaned in blissful pleasure. "That's
what you wanted it wasn't it dearee?" she said softly. "Ohhhh!" my erect dick
beat against her dense pneumatic six pack. "Oh no, dearee. Don't mess them up.
Hold on to that for a little while longer" she said with a chuckle then
lowered my feet back to the floor. "Orghhh!" I gasped as she gave me a really
hard squeeze while giving me a kiss that nearly crushed the life out of me.
"It's time I unpacked the really big guns. Brace yourself dearee" she told me.

Panting as I tried to catch my breath back, I watched as Agnes stepped out of
her baggy gym leggings. My jaw dropped at the glorious sight emerging from
those shapeless trousers. I was hoping that her legs were as thick and brawny
as her arms but what I saw took away my breath. "What do you think, dearee?"
she asked putting her hands upon hips at the top of a generous pair of white
briefs with her legs apart. They were absolutely huge! massive well toned
muscle swelled out in an deep arc from her hips. The large highly developed
muscle heads of the three primary groups in her quadriceps bulged in bold
relief sending out such an image of raw unbridled feminine power that sent my
dick twitching in lust. "Years of walking in the hills every day does wonders
for one's legs" she told me. "Wow!" I gasped as the old lady moved her big
legs around so that I could appreciate them from different angles. Even
relaxed, it was easy to clearly see her quads. There were so well developed
that I knew that they weren't the product of walking. "Oh Agnes, you must put
in hours of hard work in the gym to get legs like that" I sighed in stunned
appreciation. "Oh you could be right, but the steep rugged land and farm work
gave them a good head's start" she chuckled. I admit I'm a leg man and I just
couldn't stop gawping at the old woman's powerful legs. They somehow reminded
me of giant walnuts and knew that a man wouldn't have a chance between them.
Suddenly the quads upon her right leg burst into sharp relief closely followed
by the left as she flexed them in turn. Upon each upper leg, three large
interlocking teardrop shapes of bulging mass swelled into sharply defined
focus. They looked so dense and so powerful, shining with an inner strength
that I just knew that she could crush a man to death between them as easily as
crushing an empty soft drinks can. Such smooth skinned raw feral female power
made my dick beat like a drumstick. I fell to my knees, running my hands
reverential over the warm skin covering the stone hard swells of mass. "Agnes.
I want to get between your legs. I want you to crush me helpless between them.
I want to be overwhelmed by the power of your legs" I begged, intoxicated with
muscle lust. "Och, you're a crazy one all right" she laughed warmly.

Her thighs moved out of my grasp as she turned around and walked towards a
nearby table, giving me the chance to view her calves. As with everything else
about Agnes, they were well toned although slimmer and less massive than I
would have expected with nice slender rock hard diamonds only appearing when
she walked. I think she saw where I was looking. "Come and help me pump these
up, Jim" she said. As I walked over her, she bent at 90 degrees at her waist,
keeping her legs straight and holding the edge of the table with her hands.
Bending at the knees she lowered her backside as I approached, and yes it was
quite a nice firm backside especially for a woman of her advancing years. "Sit
on my back, dearee" she instructed. I did as she commanded, walking bowlegged
with her wide body beneath me until I got to the small of her back. Her body
then came up to meet me, my feet leaving the floor as she straightened her
legs. I put my hands behind me on her firm backside for balance. I was now
sitting on the back of a white haired woman while she was bent at right angles
like a human bridge. Then I rose higher and realised that she had now gone on
tip-toe. Smoothly and with a steady speed, Agnes effortlessly performed a
series of calve raises over the next ten minutes or so with me on her back,
never seeming to tire. I really enjoyed experiencing the old woman's
incredible strength and had to resist the urge to grab my dick and beat off
over her back.

Finally she bent her knees, lowering her backside so that I could dismount. As
I did, she raised herself once more to flex her calves. "Wow!" I gasped at the
deep edged diamonds in each calf with a deep cleft between them. Before I
could get down to give them a good grope, Agnes got down onto the carpet. "I
want you to get down on your hands and knees astride my body, facing me
please" she ordered. Wondering what she was going to do, I did as she asked.
She folded her legs against her chest and placed her feet on my stomach.
Grabbing my hands, I felt a surge of power as her legs began to straighten,
lifting my body from the floor. Her mighty legs were supporting me in the air
above the white haired muscle woman. I looked back towards my waist and saw
her massive quads bulging, making my dick ache. Steadily she folded her legs
lowering my face so close to hers that she gave me a big deep kiss before she
leg pressed me up again. This time she let go of my hands and I felt myself
balanced precariously looking down at her. Such power! Such mighty legs! I was
really turned on although in no position to do anything about it. Suddenly she
removed one leg and I grabbed the table for support as she held me high aloft
on a single thick bulging straight leg. At last she returned her foot and
began pressing my body up and down with her strong legs in a long series of
repetitions. Experiencing the power of her legs like that was stronger than
any aphrodisiac and by the time she had finished using me to pump up her legs,
a different part of me was very pumped up.

I got down on my knees and began running my hands over her calves, feeling how
hard they jutted out at the sides when she went onto her toes and how deep the
edge of the muscle was along the lower edge. So worked up was I that I lent
forward to kiss them. "Argh!" I cried out as the white haired beefcake
suddenly trapped my head between her calves and proceeded to do a series of
calve raises. "Nnngh nnnn!" I groaned as my trapped head was jolted up and
down. My face heated up and my blood pounded in my ears while my neck felt
like it was being crushed in two by some kind of industrial lifting machine.
"Arghh!" her calves were rugged, rock hard and unyielding as I tried to prise
them apart. "Ohhhh!" they swelled and waned, the hard edges digging into my
neck while torturing my head up and down. "Kkkkk!" a final raise which she
maintained for a long sent my head swimming and nearly knocked me out before
she let me fall panting upon the floor.

A rustle of clothing made me look up. To my surprise, the pleasant looking
white haired woman had removed her bra. Large full orbs hung down with firm
looking skin showing no signs of wrinkles or stretch marks. The top of her
chest was like two hard cushions with a jagged shredded edge, yet below this
her boobs were beautifully rounded, soft looking and feminine. The strong
looking pectorals undoubtedly stopping any sagging and supported them so well
that the bra made little difference. My cock throbbing with anticipation, I
got to my feet and began undressing, acutely aware of how exceptionally fit
she was compared with me. Believe me it made me feel very self-conscious with
her eyes upon me, standing close with the deep triangular lats, big rocky
cannonball shoulder caps, heavy looking horseshoe triceps, thick veined arms,
striated chest and her bumpy six pack abs moving shallowly as she breathed.
What a body! I thought to myself, struggling to keep my eyes from her round
breasts, large pink aureoles and jutting nipples. "I hope you don't think I'm
easy, dearee" she said sternly but with a cheeky smile as her knickers slid to
the floor to reveal her thatch. "But I think your hoe needs to get in the
furrow before it explodes" she said indicating my full on erection.

There is something about the sight of a naked muscle woman that stokes my lust
to breaking point. I lent forward and kissed my way up each of her deeply
etched abdominals then licked and sucked her erect nipples while running my
hands over her densely packed arms. I felt her biceps grow taut and stood
upright as she brought her arms around me as they surrounded me and pulled my
chest hard against hers. The feeling of such a massively built naked body
against mine holding me tight with thick arms that could crush me at any
moment, was too much to cope with. I dived upon her lips and began kissing
passionately, my lust beating against her crotch. All of a sudden I found a
big arm clamped around my head and was bulldozed to the floor. Such was her
strength that it happened quickly with no resistance. "Arghh!" there was a
frightening squeeze as if she were to pop my head right off. "I often wrestle
the bull down to the ground because no-one else will wrestle me. What chance
do you think you've got?" "Arkk!" my head was spinning but I became aware of a
hand on my dick. "Time to get in that field, dearee". She had a ferocious head
crushing headlock on me with one arm and was stroking my already stiff
erection with the other. Her legs snaked around my waist and she slotted me
inside her entranceway. Suddenly her strong legs pulled me into her body.
"Ohhhhh!" I moaned as I felt the sticky heat of her lovebox surround my
throbbing member. Instinctively I try to buck my hips to give her a good
seeing to but I find that I can't move. Her hefty legs are locked form around
my waist and hold me fast. "Arkkk!" my head nearly spins off as she reinforces
the headlock with both arms, a massive peaked swelling crushing against my
head. "Och" she laughs "and you think a young stud like you can handle a
strong old heifer like me". "Ohhhh!" I moan as it feels like my dick is stuck
in the grip of a warm sweaty tunnel that starts to pump and swirl sending me
into erotic overload. "Ohhhh!" I recognise the sensation and realise that the
old woman has ferociously strong love muscles. "That's it dearee, you just lie
there and let Aberdeen Agnes have her way with you because there is absolutely
nothing that you can do about it" she cooed in my ear as I clutched in vain
against the massive wall of solid flesh immobilising my head. "Ohhh!" the warm
mass around my dick pulses and massages it. There is nothing like having sex
with a woman with strong vaginal muscles especially one who knows how to use
them and boy did Agnes know. "Ohhhh!" the sensation was mind blowing. I nearly
came as the strong love muscles moved against one another giving the illusion
of circular movement but then a powerful meaty tunnel clamped down preventing
me from ejaculating prematurely. Unable to move my hips at all and with my
head locked in her mighty arms, I could do nothing but allow this white haired
muscle woman control my erection, building me up then bringing me back from
shooting my load. "Ohh God you're fantastic!" I moaned in erotic delirium
despite the head wrenching grip. "That's right, dearee. I've had no complaints
in that department" she told me. The writhing sticky hot muscular sensation
inside her love box worked my dick into her G spot where she used it for her
pleasure. "Ohhh! Ohhh!" her moans of pleasure drowning out mine. Her powerful
legs started move, pumping my trapped hips back and forth gaining momentum as
her moans got louder and more frantic. "Oh! Oh! Oh! Ohhhh!" her powerful legs
drove my hips back and forth like a human dildo as the writhing and rippling
internal muscles went into a spasmic frenzy. That's when all hell exploded.
"Oohh oohh oohh!" she moaned. "Arghh!" her thick bulging arm was squeezing so
tight I fear she is going to rip my head off and her legs are squeezing so
hard I fear she'll break my hips. "Nnnngh nnnn nnngh!!" her body relaxed and
with the sudden absence of pressure, I emptied my load inside her with big
deep spurts.

I lay down next to her in exhaustion, my hand casually stroking her well
developed naked body as I slowly recovered from my exertion. For a woman of
her age, her body was so firm and packed with massive muscle that I soon began
to feel the stirring of lust again. "Oh Agnes, you have such an incredibly
sexy body" I told her and she just smiled back. "Why thank you, dearee". She
watched me for a while then sat up and said "You recognised my pendant didn't
you?". I was a bit wary not knowing how she would react. "I've er come across
other ladies who have worn the same sort of necklace" I admitted. Agnes sat
up. "And you know its significance, don't you love?" her voice was soft but
there was a dangerous glimmer in her eyes. I must have spent too long trying
to work out how to phrase my response for suddenly thickly muscled arms were
reaching for my head. "Argh!" I clutched frantically at the huge bicep unable
to move the solid mass as it crushed my skull so hard I was frightened that
she would break it. "Enough talking. Let's see how much more beef you can take
and then maybe you will be a bit more co-operative" I heard her tell me above
the pounding in my head. I felt those mighty arms swing me around in front of
her then release me only to find myself in a much worse place. From between
her legs I looked along her deeply ridged stomach to her bare chest. Thick
massive walls of female flesh closed in around my head and swallowed my neck
and the sides of my head whole. My hands were on her firm thighs but it was
too late. "Argh!" I cried as devastation crushed in upon my head. It felt like
her rock solid quads had ballooned up forcing my hands to move a good 6 inches
or more. "Nnnn nnnnn nnn!" my head felt like it was splitting and I
frantically grabbed at the massive iron hard legs that was crushing my skull
like a compactor. "Argh!" it was no use, the mighty swelling slabs lining her
thighs were hard and unforgiving. A loud pounding throbbed in my head as the
terrible pressure continued threatening to shatter my cheekbones. "Arkk!" such
awesome leggy power bulged and swelled around my poor head and neck. My mind
span wildly as pain shot through my head. This old white haired muscle woman
had the power to put me away for good with her legs. "Och again, Jim?" a hand
brushed my groin and I realised that I had another erection, saluting her
dominant power. "Arghh!" crying out was weak but the ferocious head crushing
pain was too much. How could anyone survive legs like these? "A bit of advice,
dearee. Never mess with a farmer's wife. Especially if she has legs like a
stallion".

"You will tell me the truth or I'll crack your skull like an eggshell" her
warm smooth skinned legs under my palms felt as solid as stone and sculpted
like marble. "Urkgh!" I groaned as the brutal pressure crushed down
relentlessly on my head. Surely her thighs had swelled twice the size of my
head because that's what it felt it under my hands. I'm sure I was crying
because I really couldn't take anymore, her legs were far too powerful for me
to handle, for anyone to handle. Each of the three main quad muscles bulged
massively beneath my hands as they tried to crush my neck and head to paste
and thick inner thighs cut into the sides of my neck.

I must have blacked out for I suddenly found myself on my back with my neck
clamped hard looking at large but very shapely bare buttocks looking like
flesh covered bowling balls. Beyond this I could make out an extremely well
developed back, a dense 3 dimensional map of some very rugged terrain. The
buttocks clenched tight. "Orrrargh!" I wailed at the fresh assault that
threatened to pop my head from my neck. "Please!" I cried as her hams expanded
so greatly it felt like slabs of concrete were growing over my cheeks and
ears. Her glutes tightened harder, her smooth backside now looking more
striated and stone hard. "Urkkk!" my head span, my eyes lost focus and my
eyelids fluttered as the man destroying pressure around my head and neck shot
up. "Orgh!" my head pounded, my ears pressed painfully against the sides of my
head and my cheeks felt like they would implode under the immense pressure.
All the time I was very much aware that I was been punished by very powerful
female legs and my dick responded in the only it knew how. "Och aye. You're
are randy one alright" a hand enveloped my dick and pumped it up and down. I
was so worked that I nearly came until the steel corridor around my head
tightened even harder. "Oh no you don't" I heard.

With great relief the atrocious pressure eased and I slumped back on the
carpet feeling like my head had just been put through the mangle. But the
mighty Aberdeen Agnus hadn't finished with me yet. I looked up with fear as
her naked body knelt over me, her friendly face and white hair in contrast
with a body sculpted like that of a female version of Greek god. Her pneumatic
chest, sloping traps, deep cut abs and thick powerful arms mocking my
weakness. "Please no more" I begged. "Oh well. You should have thought of that
before shouldn't have you" she said as her fearsome rippling arms grabbed my
head and she bodily pulled me off the floor then fell back. "Nnnngh!" I gasped
as my body fell between her awesome thighs which instantly sprang shut. A
tightness encircled my chest and back as a unstoppable force squeezed the air
from my body like squeezing a tube of toothpaste. "Urrrr!" the force
surrounding my chest was so devastating that I could feel my ribs bending. I
was completely overwhelmed by this elderly and muscle woman as she punished me
between her legs. Suddenly the frightening pressure eased. "Now are you ready
to talk, my dear?" she asked as I lay gasping between her thighs. "Yes, yes" I
gasp acutely aware of her nudity, trapped between her huge thighs with her
pussy close to my waist looking up at her large full breasts supported by
strong striated pecs above her washboard stomach.

So I give her a brief history of my involvement with the Sisterhood while
feeling her strong legs with my hand and trying not to stare at her bare
breasts. The wrinkles and lines in her face clearly said that this was an
elderly woman, but her body was so firm and fit and sculpted with huge muscle.
Every now and then her thighs would swell like a giant boa constrictor
crushing the breath out of me. She would hold the terrible pressure for a
while then relax before quizzing me about something I just said. I knew that
she was reminding me of the precarious dangerous position that I was in where
a wrong answer could result in my ribcage shattering like a box of eggs. She
asked about Georgina Armstrong [JIMP#29], whom she seemed to know, and the
discovery of the diaries. Finally she seemed satisfied by my answers and
rolled on top of me to sit high upon my chest, pinning my arms. She looked
down at me, tensing her mighty arms. "To be honest up here, it is really is
just a women's club although from time to time we might have to keep the men
in line" she told me. She moved her crotch over my face and I immediately
started nuzzling and kissing it wanting to worship this amazing woman. The
object of my veneration rose out my reach. "Och, I thought so. You really are
very horny" she chuckled.

Then she was upon me, pinning my hands to the floor with her rippling columns
of muscle she called her arms while an earth shattering force ripped my legs
wide apart. In less than a second I was completely helpless in a grapevine
press. I could only look up at her breasts as they dangled above me between
her corded powerful arms that pressed my hands against the floor. "So you want
to worship this old woman again, do you?" Agnus asked looking down at me while
her legs threatened to rip my legs out of their sockets. "Argh! Yes please" I
gasp. Keeping my legs apart in a wide V, the mighty white haired woman lowered
her chest onto me and wrapped a thick strong arm around the back of my head.
Holding my head in place, she gave me a long deep lingering kiss before
pulling my face between her soft breasts and up against her hard cushioned
pecs. Reaching back, she bent my erection to her pussy lips. I couldn't move,
my legs were clamped wide apart and she was holding my face tightly against
her muscled. Yet her powerful love muscles sucked my dick inside her sticky
furnace and surrounded it like a strong hand and pumped me steadily. "Mmmm
mmmm!" I moaned in pleasure into her smothering chest while her pecs flexed
and waned around my face like a hard cushion. Totally immobile, the fearsome
old woman controlled our lovemaking with her skilful love muscles while
smothering me with her mighty chest occasionally allowing me gulps of air. It
was like getting the best blow job and hand job in the world at the same time
but while stuck deep within her warm love nest. Her forced lovemaking went on
for a lot longer than before she got me into her G spot and let rip. "Ohhhh
ohhhh" she moaned as she bucked her hips as if she were bonking me. "Mmmmm
nnnnnnnnn!" I cried against her chest as the tendons in my legs squealed in
agony while at the same time her hungry love muscles milked me dry.

She released me and I just fell into her arms, too shattered to even rub the
stiffness from my legs. We lay for a while cuddling in post-coital bliss. I
stroked her incredible body, still amazed at the high degree of definition and
muscularity, too shagged out to do much else. "I probably shouldn't be telling
you this, but there were a couple from London here the other day telling us to
keep a look out for you" Agnus told me softly. "Who?" "One of them was called
Kate Eisenberg, spoke with a slight foreign accent, German I think. Gave me
the creeps, didn't seem right. The other was a right stuck up snobby bitch
called Helen" she replied. "Can you tell me any more?" "No, that was it
really". An erect nipple was staring at me, I just had to lick and suck it.
"And are you going to tell them I'm here?" I asked between kisses of her
splendid chest. "That depends" she said. "On what?" "Whether you are capable
of giving me a good seeing to" she replied. "I'm too shattered. You've really
worn me out" I replied. "In that case, let me give you some encouragement,
dear" Agnes told me and got to her feet then stood astride my body.

With her hands upon her hips, she flexed each mighty upper leg, the thick mass
wobbling like some obscene meaty jelly until it came to a sudden halt all
swollen up with the quads big and standing proud. I am still beat and can only
lie there, reaching up to feel the incredibly sculpted quads and marvel at the
thickness of her solid powerful thighs. Moving one leg then the other from
side to side to show other the high degree of muscularity and definition, I
began to kiss and caress her legs. Their devastating feminine power called to
my loins. Starting to get turned on again, I began kissing my way up each
three headed muscle in her upper thighs. "Arghh arhhh" for a frightening
moment, her huge legs closed around my head and crushed me. "Just giving you a
little encouragement, dearee" Agnus told me as she released my aching head. I
decided to move away from danger and moved up to kiss her ridged stomach then
further up to her large breasts. I began to suck on her nipples when I stopped
with a gasp as something warm, solid and strong clamped around my dick. "Let
me pump you up, my love" she said and she began to flex her thick muscular
legs around my dick in a slow steady rhythm. At the same time, she flexed a
huge bicep and I looked over her chest in awe at the mighty peaks. The
sensation of her powerful legs pumping on my dick surprised me as I began to
get stiff again. I really didn't think I had it in me after the bouts of
enforced lovemaking that Agnes had already given me. But it definitely getting
stiffer as thighs that could destroy a man gently massaged my dick stiff. "Oh
Agnes. You are truly magnificent" I moaned in awe. As my dick got stiffer, the
effects of her strong legs became greater. I could feel the strong inner
thighs pulsing as her warm strong legs flexed then relaxed. Placing my hands
upon her quads and feeling the hard muscle move just made me stiffer. "Never
mind that dearee, feel this" she told me flexing her big split peaked bicep in
front of my face. I did as I was told and was soon raging hard between her
pulsating thighs. Agnes didn't stop, she kept flexing her awesome thighs while
flexing her arms for me to kiss and worship. "Oh Agnes, please!" I begged. I
was like a rampaging animal in heat, trapped and desperate to get out.

No sooner had she opened her legs to let me go then I had got her up against
the sideboard where upon she spread her legs. This time it was me who took her
and I was so worked up that I just slid straight in. BAM BAM BAM BAM Oh my God
I just couldn't stop banging away this old woman with the beautifully muscled
body of a top class bodybuilder. Oh what a Goddess of power. BAM BAM BAM BAM
the powerful legs of Aberdeen Agnes wrap around my waist as I pumped away at
the white haired muscle woman like a porn star. BAM BAM BAM BAM I run my hands
over the bumpy contours of her abs, cup her breasts in my hands as she
squeezes me gently in her mighty legs. BAM BAM BAM BAM I just can't stop
humping her in a lust fuelled craze, my previous milking by this woman
prolonging my erection. BAM BAM BAM BAM this time she didn't need to use her
powerful love muscles, I was like a horny dog humping away like crazy. BAM BAM
BAM BAM I feel like I could go on for ages worshipping this stunningly
powerful body. BAM BAM BAM BAM The beautifully toned body began to buck and
heave, muscles rippling and heaving as she threw her head back. "Ohhhhh!" she
came noisily, every muscle in her body taut and strained nearly breaking my
hips in the process and triggering my own orgasm. "Ohhhh!" I hung on as she
squeezed so tight that I couldn't move while I was shooting it hard inside
her. Finally we both collapsed in an exhausted heap.

After a few minutes the elderly muscle woman got up. "Well I can't lie around
all day. I must getting about supervising the ladies. I can't be spending all
day in here entertaining young men as pleasurable as it was" she tells me. I
enjoyed one last look at her amazing body as she put her underwear back on.
With a sigh, I got up and retrieved my clothes and also got dressed while she
put back on her baggy gym legging and tight top. She opened an address book
lying on the table and scribbled down something onto a yellow sticky notepad
then handed it to me. "This was the number I was meant to ring if I saw you"
she told me. It was a mobile number but I thought I knew someone who could
help track it down. I thanked her for her hospitality then she led me back out
into the main hall. I'd forgotten all about the women working out in the main
hall and hurried through with my face turning red, trying to avoid eye contact
with their knowing glances and sly smiles. Agnes took me to the entrance hall
where I put my waterproofs and walking shoes back on then thanked her again.
She gave me kiss and we said our farewells. "Well thank you dearee. Remember,
if you are ever this way again, come and say hello to Aberdeen Agnes. I'll
treat you right" she told me as I left. I was so shagged out that it was the
longest Scottish mile I had to walk back to my car

***

Franco sighed as the very expensive red Italian sports car turned into the
drive. What could be so important to drag him away from his romps with his
choir boys? The arch bishop turned off the engine and got out. Dressed in the
finest vestments and draped with more bling than a British black gansta kid.
He lowered the top price designer sunglasses and stretched out his hand for
Franco to kiss. "Your reverence. What brings you to our humble abode?" "Cut
the crap Franco. Do you take me for a weak man?" "Of course not your
reverence". The lavishly dressed man shoves a scientific periodical under his
nose. "His papal holiness is a learned man and nearly had a fit when he saw
this. He made me get out of my hot tub with two lovelies to explain to him why
this crap appeared in print". Unwillingly an image came to Franco reminding
him of the sexual abuse scandal he silenced last year. "The covenant thought
they had suppressed it" "Well they haven't. Do you want the Italian media
asking his holiness about God being a little green man with ten arms and
legs?" "Of course not" "Well get off you big fat arse and kick those bitches
into touch" "Perhaps the Ordo Novi Templi?" "The black Templers are busy
chasing down and destroying the last copies of the Gospel of Christ and those
that set eyes upon it" "The Sodalitium Pianum?" "The Vatican intelligence
network are busy making sure that the 13 aren't the only ones cashing in on
the economic depression. The convent must succeed or there's a nice missionary
post in Iraq with your name on it"