Two Tough Women in My Life
By MuscleLover
Lucky guy marries the Amazon of his dreams

Annie was a rough and tumble girl. She enjoyed competition and thrived 
on challenges. We started dating in high school. To my surprise she 
asked to join me in the weight room, "Why don't we see if a girl can get 
as strong as a man?" She wanted her tomboy appearance (with the 
exception of her large breasts) to explode into startling muscularity. 

From the first day, Annie's fanatical desires started to take shape. 
There was no way she was going to be treated any differently than me and 
this meant she was going to lift at my level if possible.  After a 
month, positive results were noticeable. Her body hardened and became 
very attractive. Six more grueling months passed and my gal's arms 
rocketed to within a half inch of mine! 

"Boy, you are really a pussy. I didn't think females could keep pace 
with a man so easily. Why don't we fight to see how much farther I need 
to go?" 

Annie pealed off her shirt and pants to reveal a full frame. Her flexing 
biceps caused me to worry a little. In an instant the attack began and 
we gripped each other's arms. Her force was more than I expected. My 
position lost a few steps before I could stop her advance. Annie pumped 
her arms and broke free. Now her vigilant side came out and a hard back 
hand smashed into my face. I stopped her other arm but did not avoid the 
hard knee to my crotch. My girlfriend was holding no punches and wanted 
to see how else she could thwart my dominance. In addition to lifting, 
her participation in track, cross country, lacrosse, field hockey, and 
soccer made my opponent very fast and deadly. Annie had no problems out 
racing me and crashing into me without hesitation. In the ring this 
tough girl transformed from a mere high school student into a warrior. 
My goodness, what would happen when she truly became blasted and 
stronger?

Annie had finally found her best skill - being stronger than me. Coming 
out of our senior year, she was muscle bound and quite a dominant 
personality. Her persistence caused me to go to college with her and 
live in the same apartment. This sounded like fun but soon became a 
nightmare. After a vibrant day at the gym, Annie would be frisky and 
confrontational at our place. She enjoyed walking around topless with a 
petite mini-skirt and no underwear. Needless to say her frequent sexual 
urges played themselves out with my face jammed in her crotch. 
Eventually she became bored with my weakness and moved onto a football 
jock who had no problem controlling her. Luckily for me I met Julie at a 
basketball game. Her date had stood her up and my seat was next to hers. 
She had no trouble flirting with me and pulling her skirt farther and 
farther up to reveal long, sexy legs. Year of gymnastics had developed a 
solid muscle base and serious aerobics kept off any traces of fat.

Julie invited me to her room to get to know her better. She removed her 
shirt and revealed a sexy body. a broad back fanned out into hard 
shoulders. Firm breasts pumped out a few inches from her thick chest and 
her abs were quite detailed. Julie looked like a fitness star and was 
only a freshman. She really seemed to like me and my attraction to her 
strength. 

"Do you want to see how tough I am?" She asked after several pushups 
were completed. After nodding in agreement, I was asked to sit on her 
back. Her fantastic density allowed her to push me up 12 times. At this 
point Julie's tense body became aroused and we rolled around on the 
floor. Finally, she wanted me to get a closer look at her breasts. 
Popping off her bra and pressing my face into her cleavage was a sure 
sign that a relationship might be starting. From that night on we began 
to date and lift together.

Julie had a mean streak in her along with phenomenal genetics - perfect 
for becoming strong and muscular. We wrestled often to alleviate the 
stress of college life. She was vicious and could take a lot of pain 
from my attacks. One of her motivations for lifting so intensely was the 
idea of pummeling me in the ring one day. The skill level was there, all 
that remained was the needed muscularity. And like my first love, Julie 
thickened up at an alarming rate. My desire for a woman's arms directed 
her to increase the weight in curls and bench press to hard levels. 
Biceps began to slowly bulge under the frequent training. The results 
became apparent during fights. Julie loved to test her strength by 
placing me in headlocks. Standing behind me one arm would ensnare my 
neck while the other was used for added leverage. The space gap would 
shut tight as both forearms and biceps weakened my sore head. 

Getting out of these holds became more than difficult. Julie's older 
brother was a state title holder for wrestling and often taught her all 
the best moves. So naturally, when she became confident enough in her 
power she attempted them. After several matches my resistance was less 
and less effective. Add to the fact that Julie picked up a new training 
theme, powerlifting. Now her density and her mass were increasing due to 
both weightlifting and determined goals of forcing heavy weights up 
several times a week.

Julie's arms reached 14 inches by our junior year and many people would 
notice as we went out on dates. She knew many people were scared at the 
sight of a strong woman but my opinion was the only one she accepted. In 
fact, she began to flaunt her body with shorter sleeved shirts, halter 
tops, and skimpy skirts. I yearned for summer to see her in a tight 
bikini soaking up the rays. I was still keeping ahead of her in the gym, 
but aerobically she had me whipped. Her mile run was near 5 minutes flat 
and she could conquer me at any swimming event. 

As beach time arrived, Julie decided to combine the fun of fast swimming 
and then a brutal wrestling match on the packed sand. Dozens of 
volleyball games caused hammered calves to form on this beauty. To show 
off her strength to an interested me, she would donkey calf raise me 30-
40 times. Then if a man still wanted to feel her body, she would agree 
after a small fight. Usually the guy ended up pinned in a few minutes 
with a crushed ego. As for me, all I wanted was to stay strong enough to 
keep Julie's attention. It didn't phase me at all when she squatted more 
than I could the first time, the second time, or the third time. My 
girlfriend was buff and totally devoted to me.

Graduation crept up and Julie finally got tired of waiting for me to 
propose. So she took me out to a fancy restaurant and proposed. I 
accepted and six months later we were a married couple. After the 
wedding, Julie took a quick shower and walked dripping wet into the 
honeymoon suite. She flexed for me and complained that she was still way 
too weak for her goals. But I am still better than most women. 

"What does it mean when you can control the contractions of your pec 
muscles?" The question was meant to be rhetorical and a pec dance 
followed to show me she had this skill. "What it means is your wife will 
not be gentle during sex." With that, Julie ran across the room and 
jumped on top of me. Her smile widened as she rammed me deeper and 
deeper into her vagina. "Wow we should have started this sooner. Hold 
on! I am going to rock your world." Julie forced me in and out. Each 
time the pressure increased, giving her more joy. My wife kept me hard 
for a long time and still wanted me to push aggressively. Her muscles 
stood out vividly with sweat beading up on every pore. Even after 
cooling down, Julie would not let me out. "Please stay inside me all 
night. I want to feel you from the inside every day." 

The next morning I woke up beside my wife. Her muscles still flared in 
every direction. I laid on her back and massaged her hard shoulders. 
Then I stroked her tight arms. Julie loves mornings and soon woke up 
begging for more. She gripped my wrists and pulled me closer to her 
body. In her ear I whispered, "How does it feel to be married?" She 
responded by trapping my erection between her buttocks and squeezing. 
Again Julie was horny and pushed me to the floor. With feline instincts 
she pounced on me and thrust me on the hard wood floor. 

"Wow, the support down hear is much better than last night. Let's see if 
you can handle your wife's sexuality today." Once again a sweaty mass 
was pumping me dry. Julie arched her back and went into climax. This 
time her orgasm caused her to clamp down very quickly on my sore member. 
She knew I was under her control and that is exactly what she desired 
from a sexual relationship - sex where the woman makes all the rules. 
Julie became so glorified that adrenaline began pumping throughout her 
body. I didn't know she was strong enough to pick me up but she did. 
Next I was rammed into a wall so as to thrust me to new depths within 
her. It kind of reminded me of the James Bond movie Goldeneye. If this 
was the first day of my marriage I could only imagine how wonderful the 
rest of my life would be.

Julie continued to bulk up to enormous proportions. Her legs were 
massive and shredded to the point where she couldn't fit into my jeans. 
A wide back and lats made a great battering ram in our daily wrestling 
matches. Julie could squeeze the wind from me by rapidly pulling me 
against her. My chest would hit with a thud and suddenly I would be 
gasping for breath from the impact. Before I had a chance to recover her 
unforgiving calves would grip my head, the `reprieve' would be pulling 
my head to her thick quads and crotch. After being weakened further, I 
would praise her upper body. 

Julie sometimes forgot to use her arms as weapons but they were 
definitely muscular enough. She bored at putting me to sleep in 
headlocks, so she attacked stronger areas such as my lower back - or 
even my legs - in awesome bear hugs. Julie could fight for hours on end. 
She never tired of hearing my praises or feeling my massaging hands. I 
was truly in love. I hope that your relationship is this fun.