Jacky Gets Too Strong to Handle
By MuscleLover
Jacky starts out just a little stronger than me and then leaves me in the dust



	I was in the gym about an hour from closing when Jacky walked over
from her aerobics class and started putting some plates on the bench press
bar.  She was about an inch shorter than me and had straight blonde hair that
curled at her shoulders.  I didn't get a good look at her body, since she had
sweats and an oversized shirt on.  However, the beauty of her face made me
take a chance of introducing myself and offering to spot her lift.  She
smiled at me and said,"I am used to lifting by myself, but I can definately
challenge myself with a partner.  Load another fifteen pounds on each side."
I was surprised that the total weight was more than I was used to lifting,
but not by very much.  She thrusted thirteen reps without help and joyously
proclaimed that this was the best set she had ever performed.  Apparently she
had caught my surprised look before starting and challenged me to try to beat
her.  The burn from the additional weight caught up to me around the ninth
rep and I needed some help getting it back on the rack.  Jacky relieved my
embarassment by noting that she had been lifting seriously for three years.
When I thought about it the chance to compete with a stronger women turned
me on.  For the next hour we pounded out set after set throughout the gym.
My pleasure at meeting such a wonderful woman helped to ease the soreness
that began to set in.  Before I could even ask Jacky out, she invited me to
her house that night.

	Jacky changed into skimpy jean shorts and a sleeveless shirt.  Now I
could easily see why she met or exceeded my sets at the gym.  This girl was
pumped and held the best curves I had ever seen.  She made it clear that she
was interested in me and wanted to become permanent workout partners.  Also,
she was quite aggressive with me.  Jacky asked if I liked wrestling with
women.  My reply of having no previous experience gave her the chance to
invited me to her basement gym which was padded for just such an occasion.
Jacky tried to work me up by giving me a view of her flexing muscles in
traditional bodybuilding poses.  The density, moderate cuts, and lack of fat
made her appear to be a perfectly oiled fighting machine.  I couldn't wait to
see if she was as talented on the mats as she was in the gym.  We circled
each other and tried to find an opportune time to initiate an attack.  Jacky
faked a punch and instead knocked my right leg out from under me with a kick
to my shin.  Before I could catch my balance she positioned herself to my
right and ensnared my neck in a side headlock.  The bicep jumped and hardened
with unbelievable speed.  I was impressed with her pressure but managed to
break free.  Then we grabbed each other's upper arms and bent low to try to
dislodge our position.  Jacky pushed hard and caused her thighs to flare with
the effort.  This time luck was on my side and she fell backwards.  I fell on
top of her and pushed my face into her hard pecs.  Enjoyment didn't have a
chance to set in, since she began to violently try to break free.  Time and
again I attempted to pin her shoulders and failed.  It wasn't her shoulders
that were thwarting my attacks but her well developed midsection and lower
back.  Jacky assumed the position of crunches and pushed me upwards everytime
I came close to winning.

	Jacky giggled at my inability to hold her down for long and was
determined to prove she was a better fighter than me.  And she wasn't kidding
when she bragged that her legs were much stronger than her upper body.  Jacky
slid her quads around my waist and slammed them together with unblockable
speed.  My grip on her shoulders loosened as I looked for a way to make the
pain stop.  The grinding continued until I was being sat on with an
aggressive amazon on top.  She began to test my back strength with solid
punches.  Then her palms began to spank by butt.  And Jacky wasn't about to
play gentle either.  She picked up the pace until I had a tear running down
my face.  Her hold became even tougher when she twisted my arms behind my
back in a double hammerlock.  Jacky wasn't interested in causing me too much
pain, but she was quite horny from our scuffle.  Once she let go she popped
off her bra and tossed it onto the back of my head.  "On the count of three I
am going to release my legs and turn you over.  Be ready to shove your face
into my cleavage and make me glad I brought you home," she stated in a
seductive voice.  Soon I was satisfying the most spectacular woman in my
life.

	We began to meet every night to lift and then fool around afterwords.
No matter how hard I tried I was always one step behind my girlfriend's
progress in the muscle arena.  Her power would just edge me out in all areas
except legs.  There she would regularly lift 70-100 pounds more than me.  She
started to wear skimpy clothes at the gym to turn on the other males. But
under no circumstances would she ignore me to join them.  I was curious why
she was so loyal to me.  Her simple replies would be that she loved my
personality and acceptance of her desire for muscularity and didn't feel a
need to move on, at least not yet.  We continued to wrestle and as long as I
could avoid her legs it was generally a fair fight.  Sometimes her aggession
would build over stressful days and then she fought like a wild animal.  Her
lust for being more powerful than her man let her attack without inhibition.
In fact she enjoyed fighting me in the nude so she could have her just
rewards from her victim.  The only day of the month I tried to avoid her was
when she had P.M.S.  Her only release would be through a fight with no chance
for mistakes.  This is when her muscles would become striated and unleash
their anger.  And ironically these fights often brought skills and strengths
to the surface from deep within her being.  Last month was one of these
confrontations and it sure was a tough night.

	Jacky entered my house angry from ripping her favorite silk blouse
when she tripped in the parking lot at the office.  From the look in her eyes
it was apparent that no amount of talking was going to block the inevitable.
She clenched her buttons and slowly pulled on the fabric to rip it off.  The
gashes revealed hard, sweaty slabs of meat below, which tightened with every
breath. Jacky told me to slide off her skirt and remove her shoes and nylons.
Once naked she slid my hands all over her body and spend extra time in the
really sensitive areas.  She seemed to calm down a little; however she was
still upset.  Therefore, I tried to sooth her by sliding my hands between her
thighs for a sexual rubdown.  Jacky moaned with delight but suddenly trapped
my arms with her thick legs and smiled at me with a sinister look.  It was
clear that she was ready to fight.  She pushed me up against a wall and
propped her elboes on my shoulders.  Then she pressed both arms against my
head and flexed with all her might.  The hold was nearly impossible to break.
Her biceps rose up higher than I remember them the day before in the gym.
My girlfriend had really packed on the pounds over the last few months.
Finally, my hands slid free and raced to dislodge my merciless opponent.
The strain to spread her upper arms was difficult.  Clearly I was going to
be at her mercy that night.  Jacky saw and felt me struggle and wanted to rub
it in that she had me at her will.  Her next stunt to impress me was slamming
her leg between both of mine and sliding my body upwards against the wall.
Once she raised me to her stomach level her hands took over and continued
the lift until I was well over her shoulders.  Then she pushed off from the
wall and carried me around the living room.  My body crashed into the love
seat and bounced towards her.  With a hunter's instinct she caught me and
pushed me to my knees and locked her thighs behind my back and around my
neck.  Jacky forced me to look up at her glorious, beefy body and began
applying more pressure to show me who was boss.  First she rose on her toes
and then arched her back to get feelings of dominance and sexual release.
Now she was really turned on and told me to plunge my tongue into her
crotch.  Without any way to break free, I accepted and tried to be rough so
she would let go quickly.  This of course backfired and she didn't let me out
for an hour.

	The struggle had exhausted me and Jacky took me into the bedroom and
laid down with me.  She was extremely excited that she had been able to
control me during our battle.  And her body was pumped from all the
satisfaction I gave her with my lips and tongue.  She stripped off my
remaining clothes and slid behind me.  Her smile began to widen as she
compared her muscles to mine in the full lenght mirror at the end of the bed.
 It was clear that the heavy lifting regimine was transforming her into a
gorgeous amazon.  She continued to apply seductive moves and increasingly
aggressive holds to explore her abilities.  Jacky was really turning me on so
I was naive and let her explore uninhibitedly.  She pressed closer to me and
began slamming against me with her flexible thighs.  We groped each other for
hours and finally fell asleep.  But before we did, I was warned that if she
continued to advance at her current rate this night would appear gentle the
next time she decided to compete against me.

	Jacky advanced in the gym at an amazing pace.  Her upper body bulked
up to the point where my shirts became tight on her.  To embarass me and show
off her impecable looks, she began to wear low cut tank tops.  This showed
her true size and the growing gap between us.  The additional power went to
her head and I was viewed as a competitor instead of just a lover.  Jacky
frequently took a confrontational approach towards me and enjoyed thrashing
me in the wrestling ring for everyone to see.  Personally, I think she was
losing interest in me and wanted to scare me away.  It took me a couple of
months to get the point.  However, Jacky lost her patience and decided to
give me the beating of my life to cut our relationship off.  If only I had
taken her seriously, I wouldn't be in the hospital today.

	Jacky was in a angry mood when I entered the gym last night.  She had
left work early and had been slamming weights ever since.  Her bikini was
soaked with sweat and every muscle was as ripped as could be.  She walked
over to me and told me our relationship was over.  But she did want to fight
me one more time to prove she wasn't kidding.  Something was definately wrong
when Jacky insisted on fighting in the private wrestling room.  Therefore, I
guessed that she wanted to attack without fear of someone stopping her from
going too far.  Jacky locked the door and invited me to the center of the
ring.  We locked hands in a tight handshake that warned me of the intensity
my opponent wanted to use.  She squeezed until my knuckles turned white.  As
we backed into our corners, Jacky dropped her soaked clothing and posed for
me in the nude.  "It is too bad you aren't man enough to keep this amazing
body for yourself.  I need someone who will at least give me a serious
challenge in a battle.  Let's see how long you last tonight," she jeered.
 After insulting me further she sprinted towards me and leaped with one leg
tucked under her knee. Her aim was dead on my chest and sent me hurling
backwards into the ropes.  When I bounced off Jacky turned around and
hardened her back waiting for the impending impact.  My forward movement
stopped against her barn yard size back.  She giggled and asked me for my
ticket since I was about to go flying.  With that she reached behind my neck
crunched down and flipped me straight over her shoulders and onto the floor.
 She jumped onto my butt and gripped my chin to pull me into an arch.

	The pain was excruciating but not fun enough for Jacky.  Before, I
knew it she had dragged me to a corner and propped me up with her beefy
forearm.  Then she rammed her fist into my gut several times.  Each blow was
a little harder and began raising me onto my toes.  Soon she tired out a
little and switched arms.  My attacker grew animalistic and refused to give
me any slack.  Suddenly multiple kicks caused me to drop to the floor in
serious pain.  Without any break in the action Jacky continued her aggression
with several scissors holds.  First, she turned me onto my back and sat above
my head.  Then her pythons slid around my neck and propped themselves on my
lower torso.  No warning was given before she clenched her thighs together
causing me to see stars.  Jacky was a little turned on by her hold and pulled
the back of my head against her crotch.  The she rocked back and forth to
nearly reach climax.  Boredom set in and she slid her legs around my waist
from behind to nail me in a sitting position.  At the same time she wrapped
her arms around my chest.  The distinct sound of cracking bones could be
heard as her arms testing their strength against my ribs.  Jacky didn't want
to damage my lungs or heart so she focused on my lower back.  The hold grew
harder and my resistance began to fade.  Her calves started pushing on the
insides of my legs to spread me out far enough to get her hands around my
member.  In a sadistic way, Jacky began to stroke me hard and did not allow
for me to release my wad.  She was having the time of her life and seemed to
grow exponentially in power during the battle.  Although she wasn't going to
leave any permanent damage, she didn't want me to blame her for the attack
before she could think of a good story to defend herself.  Therefore, she
decided to pin me in the traditional amazon way by flattening me onto my
shoulders and holding me down with her foot while her arms remained raised.
 Then to make some time for herself, she straddled my torso face planted me.
 From a distance it might have looked like I was willingly giving her a blow
job.  Unfortunately, she played so roughly that the ridges on her quads were
digging into my softer neck.  Before I knew it all consciousness passed away.
 The next day I woke up in the hospital with a splitting headache and
bandages around my fractured ribs.  The doctor asked me if I remembered who
attacked me and I decided to keep my mouth shut so I could avoid any further
confrontations from my ex-girlfriend.

Send any comments to Eric at goosse@rpi.edu