Muscle Women Domineering my Life
By MuscleLover
The excitement of desiring strong women can be fun and challenging





	Samantha was a coworker who invited me over to try out her new hot
tub.  We were the two youngest employees at an accounting firm.  I couldn't
wait to see her in a bikini.  As I arrived, my host invited me to sit in the
bubbling water with her.  It soon became clear she wanted more than just a
casual talk.  In an instant she slid behind me and wrapped her legs around my
waist.  They felt strong, though I could not get a good view through the
turbulent jet streams.  We made small talk, while Samantha would slowly
tighten her thighs.  Not much time passed before I was unable to ignore the
pressure.  Slowly, I slid my hands under the water to try to feel what I was
up against.  A quick complimnent on her hardness and thick, massive quads
caused her to tell me about her years of horse riding and intense lifting
habits.  My interest was peaked as Samantha raised her calves out of the
water for close inspection from my bulging eyes.  She was being quite
aggressive and I loved her smart positioning.  Next, my butt was being
gripped with powerful hands.  "You are not too bad yourself, how would you
like to start lifting with a muscular female?"  Who would turn on a seductive
request like that?  Of course I was excited to be offered.  Samantha noticed
this and released me so I would be able to turn around and kiss her.  Before
that occured, she had already removed her bra and invited me to get a good
idea of how incredible her body was.  Perky breasts were firm from the thrust
of her underlying pectorals.  Each one was meaty and slightly striated.  This
woman looked like she had the ability to lift quite heavily at the gym.
First, I kissed her on the lips deeply.  At the same time my hands probed
her broad shoulders and back, slid down to her hard ass and giant thighs.
This girl was built far better than me in every dimension.  Yet, she was
equally interested in me as I was in her.  Matches like this are very rare,
especially in my life.  Samantha was the most sensual woman I had ever
interacted with.  Her passion raged towards me.  As the moments sped by her
thick nipples grew hard against my chest.  This was my clue to move my lips
to them.  One at a time I sucked them with all my might.  Samantha continued
to flex to keep me thrilled.  The toughness she possessed was amazing, as
well.  No matter how hard I tried I couldn't keep her dense arms against her
body.  She broke my holds and giggled at their ineffectivenss.  "My mother
always taught me females can outsmart and outperform any man they choose to
compete against.  It is just knowing how to think up ways before they do."
In my case, Samantha had both the brawn and beauty to easily stay one step
ahead.  My desires have always been towards strong, independent women, so I
tested her aggressive nature repeatedly.  Her one weak spot (which I have as
well) is her sensitivity in regards to being tickled.  This was the only way
I could keep the contest on a fair note.  At least it seemed fair to me.
	Samantha was turned on by my obious lust for female muscularity.
Work was stressful, so she loved to wrestle and fight with men in her free
time to relax and prepare for another tough day.  And she was no push over.
Her violent nature made the man struggle to win any attack.  Samantha
decided to show me this aspect of her personality rather than tell me.
Suddenly, Samantha's body tensed up and with me sitting on her lap, she
stood up lifting me out of the water.  An evil gleam twinkled in her eye.
With a lurch she pushed me over the side of the sauna and landed square on
my chest.  Tendons tightened and muscles bulged on the amazon who wanted to
play rough...real rough.  My head was rammed against the hard wood floor a
couple of times to warn me she was completely serious about her vicious
fighting techniques.  And if I didn't seem to grasp this easy concept, she
flexed her thigh and remarked how much bigger hers were than mine.  The
clencher came as she drove her knee into my crotch.  I squirmed in pain and
began to fight back.  Many punches were landed onto large slabs of pure
muscle.  These had minimal effect on the overall battle, but they did get me
into attack mode.  My new girlfriend knew her legs were superior.  Therefore,
she mostly used her arms and upper body for revealing her raw power.  It felt
great to wrestle a woman who could handle herself and not wimp out.  In fact
the match was far more stimulating than I could have imagined.  We locked
arms by gripping each other's biceps.  As Samantha tried to gain the upper
hand her rock hard bulges of muscle continued to expand.  Ever so slowly, the
stalemate was broken when my feet slid backwards.  Samantha was sweating more
than me with considerably better muscle tone treatening to break through the
skin.  This was the most intent a women had appeared on thrashing me in a
fight.  Eventually, my opponent pressed me against a wall.  We both gasped
for breath.  Unfortunately, Samantha had a lot of aggression left.  Her hands
reached under my crotch and slowly forced me onto my toes.  Even she was
amazed at the ripped nature of every one of her body parts.  A wide smile
warned me she was going to take this fun a little farther.  Needless to say,
my body was lifted off the ground.  Samantha dropped my on my chest and sat
on my back.  By this time she was fully aroused and decided to take off my
swim suit.  As she was taking off her bikini bottom she reminded me that she
loved riding horses.  "You know what, humans are even more exhilarating!"
Samantha spun around and wrapped her dominant legs around my hips and waist.
The grip was two or three times harder than in the pool and she rocked back
and forth for sexual pleasure.  She rode me like a stallion for over an hour.
Finally, Samantha grew tired and invited me to spend the night.  Even in bed
she was in charge.  To make sure we actually went to sleep, Samantha had me
lay face down and then she did the same on top of me.  Her legs spread mine
out a little as she planted her pelvis firmly against my butt.  Now that was
a wonderful position to be in.
	We woke up the next morning and showered together.  In order to
remain professional, an agreement was made to never mention our relationship
while at work.  Samantha gave me the address of a private club she worked out
at.  Basically, this joint was run by women for women and their invited
guests.  This allowed an atmosphere where muscularity would be admired by
all.  In addition, freedom of expression was apparent with the lack of a set
dress code.  For example, several women chose to work out topless or even
nude in a more private area in the back of the building.  The only rules that
were enforced were for men to accept any challenges or requests from the
women members.  This was not abused in any way and made the respect towards
strong women or those who desire to be strong a very important goal for
everyone.  In fact girls were allowed to join as early as ten years old.  The
idea was to catch a female just as she enters puberty to see how much of an
advantage she can get over men by training seriously for many years ahead of
their peers.  And believe me some of the women were absolutely spectacular,
in build and beauty; this even included people who were 14-17.  Samantha was
thrilled to have me as her escort; but she also wanted me to interact and get
to know every woman in the gym.  In fact she requested that I find someone
younger who I could train with.  Samantha regularly lifted 20-30% heavier
than me and she wanted me to learn that many of the teenager members were
already near my strength or even above it.  "Find a nice young girl and flirt
heavily.  Yes I am your girlfriend, but see if they know ways to turn you on
that I may not think about."
	My first target was a redhead on the bench press.  Kimberly was
struggling to get the bar back to the rack.  I kindly guided her and
suggested that maybe the weight was too heavy for her.  As I was talking I
noticed she had 150 pounds on the bar.  She stood up and bragged that this
was her third set of 15 reps.  "And by the way did I mention I am only 15
years old?"  The amazement continued for me as Kimberly threw a most muscular
pose.  Suddenly her sweatshirt was tight against her full body, expecially in
the chest region.  I apologized for making quick judgements, which only made
Kimberly smile wider.  "Why don't we see if you can keep up with me.  Get
down and press that bar as many times as you can.  And to add to the
challenge I will sit on your legs and squeeze with all my might."  To my own
embarassment, I could only get 12 reps before needing help.  The women in
this gym were going to have a feast competing with me.  Luckily there were
several teens and low 20's who I could outmuscle.  However, the rapid growth
of all members did not guarantee that I would retain my position in the
strength department. Although Kimberly was stronger than me she asked me to
become her partner with one of her other friends, as well.  Tammy was a 17
year old with a tight athletic build.  She was a blonde with a fun loving
natuture.  I admired her proficiency in handling the weights and her hobby of
powerlifting.  Despite her pleasant demeanor, she absolutely desired
aggressive interactions in the ring.  And it wasn't hard for Tammy to get
Kimberly in the mood to take on men.  We kept a break neck pace during work
outs and saw noticeable results.  Each night Tammy would lead me to the
wrestling area to test her abilities.  She was weaker than me but still a
powerhouse when compared to other peers.  We enjoyed grappling and trying out
new holds and attacks.  Tammy really surprised me one night when she managed
to lift me off the floor in a bear hug.  "Wow, I didn't know I had that much
power?  Maybe I should explore this skill."  Before I could respond she
grabbed my crotch and hoisted me up onto her shoulders.  She walked around
with minimal strain.  Finally, I jumped down and wondered how quick she would
think to use bodyslams and other violent tactics to start dominating me
during a battle.   Kimberly saw me from across the room and ran joyfully to
engage in more wrestling.  Flirtatiously, she slapped my butt and asked me to
get my girlfriend for a tag team match.  This sounded like a lot of fun so a
few minutes later we began.
	My opponents did not plan on fighting fairly, but that made it all
the more interesting.  Kimberly started out and kept me busy trying to keep
up. Suddenly she stepped behind me and pulled my arms towards her.  Her grasp
was tight and hard to break.  Tammy ran to me and started to land punches to
my stomach.  When Kimberly let go I fell forwards after losing my balance.
Then Tammy caught my neck between her dense thighs.  The pressure mounted
until I found a way to get to the floor.  Now that my vision was cleared I
only had to make it a couple of inches to my girlfriend for a tag.  Thank
goodness she tagged in, the contest may have been over way too soon.  Even
Kimberly had difficulty with Samantha.  Once she was pushed into the ropes in
an attempted closeline.  However, Kimberly grabbed my shoulders and pulled me
in the ring.  The rest of the time Samantha allowed me to take on both of the
other girls.  Needles to say I was exhausted that night.
	Many woman came and went from the gym I worked out in, and I had fun
will almost all of them.  Samantha and I only dated for a couple of months
before breaking up.  After that we remained close friends and occasionally
wrestled for fun.  Susan was the next woman to walk into my life.  She had
just graduated from college and began to work in my home town.  In fact, she
moved into my apartment building.  We literally ran into each other on
evening while getting our mail.  I quickly started to pick up her mail and
noticed a strong pair of legs that seemed to stretch forever.  And the beauty
never stopped as I scanned her physique when I stood up.  She was tall and
heavily muscled.  To start a conversation, I asked how long she had been
subscribing to Women's Physique World which was in her hand.  Susan caught on
that I admired female muscle and invited me in for a drink.  "To answer your
question, I have been admiring female bodybuilders ever since I was 12 years
old.  My mother encouraged me to go after whatever I wanted.  Therefore, I
asked for a weight set.  Two years later, my boyfriend had trouble wrestling
with me.  He wasn't weak, just not able to keep up with my extraordinarly
muscle growth.  It took him a while to get used to the idea of having a
stronger girlfriend.  But when he did, I was treated like a queen. How about
you?"  I talked about my experiences with Samantha and tried to keep the
topic on Susan instead.  Her beautiful arms tested the strength of her tight
t-shirt.  Susan was quite impressed at my undivided attention and wanted to
teach me more about her body.  "Why don't we arm wrestle so you can feel the
quality of my power?"  She rolled up her sleaves to reveal dense muscle with
deep cuts and thick bulges.  We locked hands and barely moved after a few
minutes.  I strained to keep my position while Susan attacked me with a
vengeance.  "My, my it looks like we are almost perfectly matched.  Why don't
we explore each other's body to find other comparisons?"  Susan stood up and
pealed off her shirt to show of a perfect upper body complete with a hard six
pack of abs and a striated chest.  Massive delts complemented her arching
traps and wide lats.  Her legs were even more impressive.  Slabs of meat
flanked each quad and exploding calves were shredded.  Susan's naturally
aggressive nature allowed her to push me to the couch and sit in my lap.
Then she popped off her bra and forced my lips around her thick nipple.
Rapid successions of pec flexes caused it to harden and grow in my mouth.
Susan was thrilled and increased the force.  Soon I was directed to the
other nipple and continued to satisfy my new girlfriend.  We began to rock
back and forth until the cushion slipped out and caused us to fall on the
floor.  Susan was on top of me and pressed my hands against her hard ass.
Then she asked me to pull off her shorts.  As I caressed her harder and
harder she decided to show me her fiercely competitive personality.  She
stood up and pulled me to a standing position.  Effortlessly, she pushed the
solid oak coffee table to the side and initiated the fight by attacking with
a punch to my cheek.  Susan blew me a kiss to tease me and waited for me to
make the next move.
	Instantly, I ducked low enough to grap my opponents legs and lift her
in the air.  As her body raised I noticed her vascularity swelling in her
thighs.  This impressed me to the point where I was distracted.  Susan took
advantage of her position and wrapped her legs around my neck. I cringed when
the peaks of muscle continued to flex harder.  Her hold was unbreakable.  The
enjoyment of beating a male went to Susan's head and caused even more
agression.  Once she balled up her fists, my upper back became a target.  The
blows increased in force and accuracy.  She believed in amazon superiority
and had no problems abusing me as a possible slave.  In fact, she felt
sexually stimulated and wanted to see how far she could take her new found
love of aggression and dominance.  Susan gave me a breather and then sat on
my butt.  Energetically, she spread my legs apart to show off her dense upper
body physique.  I spun around onto my back and pulled my girfriend down to me
for passionate kissing.  Even her tongue seemed to be able to take control of
me.  And her desires simply could not be satisfied completely. She always
could last longer giving and receiving any type of sensual activity.  After
several minutes my eyes wandered to Susan's arms.  They were solid even when
relaxed.  All signs of fat had disappeared with years of training and only
thick bulges of perfectly tanned muscle covered the bones. I began to stoke
her detailed triceps and curved biceps.  Susan's favorite body parts were her
arms.  To prove she was more than just pretty skin, another attack was
initiated.  This time a bodyweight lifting example would begin.  And that
bodyweight was me!  With the quickness of a leopard, my gal snatched me from
the floor and succeeded in lifting me several inches above her head.  In
addition, she started to press me seven times.  Her arms became pumped and
shredded.  When I was released I tried being smart by pressing her arms
together.  Susan flexed even more and blocked my attempt.  I pushed with all
my might only to turn my face red with exertion.  Boy was I going to have
trouble keeping up during a workout.  Susan understood this and decided to
test me on her home gym before embarassing me in public.
	We stepped into the spare bedroom filled with equipment and free
weights.  Every setting was fairly difficult, so basically Susan could
complete one full set before exhaustion set in.  Therefore, a quick morning
workout could pump her body enough to remain perky during a work day.
Attracting other people was a game Susan especially loved to play at work.
To my surprise I was going to have difficulty with many of her tough
exercises.  For example, her lat pulldowns were 30 pounds more than I was
used to and the leg press had an extra 190 pounds.  Of course, I should have
expected this due to the truly muscular build Susan had.  She guided me and
spotted just enough so I could truly feel the effects of forced reps.  After
seeing me strugle to keep up with her, much to her delight, Susan decided
that it would be better if we remaned sexually stimulated friends instead of
workout partners.  And luckily, Susan mentioned that one of her friends, who
had always been active in sports and competitive events, was thinking of
trying weight lifting as a new pasttime.  I would be her lucky trainer to see
her fantastic progression.
	I was blown away the first time I met Sandy.  She stood 5'8'' and had
long golden blond hair.  Sandy looked like a pin-up model with perfect curves
and a rather perky set of breasts.  In addition, it was clear she frequently
did aerobic work outs and crunches.  All night my new partner learned all the
popular weight lifting exercises.  An added bonus was her flirtatious
attitude.  Every motion was completed in a teasing manner.  Sandy was a quick
study and dove head first into regular bodybuilding challenges.  After a
short period of time, my partner became fully toned and ready to start
packing on muscle.  Sandy's legs were already fairly solid so she mainly
focused on her arms, chest, and back all of which had enourmous potential.
Weeks turned into months and Sandy muscled up fantastically.  She could
easily rep her bodyweight on a number of exercises.  Some of these included
bench press, lat pull downs, dead lifts, and back exercises.  Sandy
was dazzled by her new found strength and aggressively chased after more.
Aggression was the key word for Sandy's new attitude, both physically and
sexually.  We wrestled a lot but it didn't give her enough satisfaction due
to my strength advantage at the time.  Therefore, she would often challenge
other men and women.  The men would get punished if they under estimated her
strength and physical stamina.  John thought he had an easy match.  He
figured his extra 15 pounds and male superiority could take out his opponent.
As the match started, his expression turned to fear when Sandy burried her
fist into his soft stomach followed by a knee to the groin.  She pushed him
around quite easily and continuously stepped up the brutality.  A vicious
head lock caused John to bend over.  He gasped for breath only to be caught
in between Sandy's flexing calves.  The pain must have been unbearable since
the cuts deepened and sweat dripped from the effort she was applying.  Sandy
delighted in her abilities and wanted to test her limits.  Next, she gripped
John by the butt and pushed him into the ropes.  As he bouced off she drilled
her muscular arm into his throat for a perfect closeline.  Then, Sandy
straddled John's head and marveled at her hard thighs pressing against his
face.  Sandy smiled into her victim's face and with one hand reached back to
grap his genitals.  As she clamped down a sly smirk appeared.  "Well, tough
man, where is that male superiority you were talking about?  My teenage
sister could have given me more of a challenge."  To finish him off, Sandy
simply crushed his neck until he passed out.  Then she raised her hands as
the conquerer.  But Sandy still had energy left.  Therefore I tackled her and
kept her busy for over an hour.  Although I was still stronger her overall
physique had advanced quite far since we started lifting together.  A few
times she managed to raise me to my toes.  If she kept up this level of
growth, only a few months would be needed for her to start throwing me.
Knowing about this possibility caused me to try extra hard to keep ahead.
	Sandy thoroughly enjoyed competing against men and seeing other women
thrash their challengers.  Therefore she cooked up a scheme to set me up on a
blind date with one of her college friends.  Little did I know it, but I was
in for the most abusive date of my life.  When I walked into Sheila's
apartment I was stunned by her overwhelming muscularity.  She was tall enough
to look straight into my eyes and stacked from head to toe.  And man was she
aggressive!  Before, I could say hello, my body was pressed tightly against
hers and she stuck her tongue as far down my throat as possible.  At the same
time her hands tightened around my glutes.  The fondling became quite rough
and I didn't know how to act to the overall situation.  A little bit of fear
crept over me as I gazed down to see the strongest legs exploding under a
skimpy mini skirt.  Quads spread all over and were at least five inches
larger than mine.  Sheila propped her arms on my shoulders to keep the
passionate kissing going.  As she became turned on her forearms swelled and
began grinding against my neck.  Suddenly the pain seared and I held onto her
arms to try to spread them away from my neck.  No matter how hard I tried I
couldn't even budge them.  Sheila knew she was superior and laughed at my
weakness.  "What type of man can't break a little girl's hold?  Maybe we
should see what else you are unable to do.  This is going to be exhilarating,
at least for one of us."  Sheila meant business I found out as she hip threw
me onto the coffee table.  A cartwheel allowed her to land on top of me with
a solid thud.  My head was pulled backwards and my hips were pressed to the
table with my agressor's all powerful thighs.  Fierce bouncing caused me to
get quite sore.  Sheila removed her shirt and pounded on her bare breasts.
"The fun is just begining," she jeered.
	Before I had a chance to recover, Sheila rammed me into a wall and
pressed me there with one of her dense legs.  The next ploy was to "dummy"
down her techniques by fighting like a girl should.  Therefore violent slaps
to my head commenced.  However, they hurt as bad as regular punches,
especially when I was repeatedly back handed.  After several failed attempts
I caught both of her wrists in my hands.  Sheila pretended to have a hard
time then thanked me for remembering this was a date.  "I just know you want
to show me your manly chest.  Why don't you rip off your shirt for me?"
Although I tried to deny her the pleasure my hands were forced to my coller
and then quickly pulled apart to shred the fabic in two.  Her eyes widened
with glee as she squeezed and kissed each pectoral.  Her probing tongue
caused me to let my guard down.  So I was surprised when she sunk her teeth
into my pec.  Sheila looked at me sadistically and mentioned how she loved to
see red on her men.  In my rage, I decided to grip Sheila's thick tits and
make her see stars.  What I got was an amazingly dense fistful of chest
muscle.  And it expanded several inches as she flexed.  Suddenly my hands
were pressed against my own body as she leaned towards me and asked for me to
tighten my grip to increase her pleasure.  I was under her control and
secretly wondered how powerful a weapon her chest could be in a fight.
Sheila seemed to read my mind and jumped up to ram my face head on.  The
impact caused my head to snap back and bounce off the wall.  Since I was
really dazed, I begged for a break in the action to get my senses back.
"O.K. but you are going to be giving the action now.  Sheila forced me to my
knees, pulled down her skirt, and planted her crotch on my face.  "Now you
can see if you are man enough to satisfy me.  Make this good and maybe I
won't hurt you too bad later."  Two slabs of meat closed in on either side of
my head.  Sheila began gyrating to get the most pleasure for herself.  She
pressed me against the wall and stretched me out as her sexual power
increased.  I had never been roughed up so easily by a girl.  Sheila enjoyed
being aggressive and getting her way.  The deep probing and her exploding ego
caused her to reach climax rather quickly.  As she did, my face became
covered in a hot, sticky goo.  My aggressor looked down and was quite pleased
with herself.  Therefore, the pumping grew harder and she came yet again.
Sheila was still mean spirited; however her feminity started to rage.
Although she dropped her sadistic tendencies, he lust for a handsome man got
the best of her.  Before, I could object my body was laid out flat.  Sheila
tore off my underwear and warned me to brace myself.  "I am comming down on
you whether you like it or not."  My pleas for her to stopped were simply
laughed at.  In practice, I felt betrayed at my enevitable rape.  On the
other had this experience could be quite enjoyable.  Either way, I had no say
in the matter.  Sheila pushed me inside and pressed all her weight on my
penis.  Instantly, I was harder than ever and expanded against her tight
vaginal walls.  In fact the thightness seemed to pulse around me with
exceptional force.  My partner had full control over her sexuality and was
squeezing me to the limits.  My ability to hold out weakened when she began
bouncing gleefully.  The first time I blew my wad she raised her arms in
triumph and then laid her meaty pecs on mine.  Fully, pumped arms surrounded
my back and the humping contintued.  After losing my sexual control a second
time, Sheila finally, reached climax.  The experience was amazing.  She
acutally lost control and contracted every muscle simultaneously and became
unbelievably ripped.  At the same time her srong fingers dug into my hips as
she pulled me farther in her crotch.  The enjoyable pain almost caused me to
black out.  Afterwards, Sheila carried me to her bed and pinned me there for
the rest of the night.  The next day I was so sore I had difficulty walking.
	  When I entered the gym, Sandy's smile gave away the fact that she
knew every detail of my encounter with Sheila.  "Sorry, I never in a million
years figured she would have sex with you.  But you know...that does open up
numerous possibilities for our relationship.  First of all, I want to know
what if feels like to whip you in a fight.  And since you are quite sore from
yesterday we will be fairly matched.  Don't let your guard down, my body
feels fantastic and ready for anything you dish out."  With that said and
done, she led me to the private wrestling room with a solid grip on my hand.
Next she pulled off her shirt to reveal a set of hard breasts testing the
holding power of her skimpy bra.  Then she removed her sweats to reveal
equally muscled legs.  Sandy had just finished a two hour work out and was
harder than I had ever seen her.  In fact she looked quite ready to take me
in a fight or any other contest.  We walked up to each other and Sandy asked
me to flex my chest.  Her biceps bounced in anticipation and muscles bunched
up as she wound up for hard punches to my pecs.  The impact was brutal and
caused me to step back a little.  She saw me cringe in pain and giggled at my
soreness from the day before.  Before I knew it, Sandy ran to me and wrapped
her arms around my back and crushed me in a bear hug.  Her hard torso was
giving me quite a challenge.  Next, my opponent lowered her hands to my lower
back and doubled her effort to make me submit.  The adrenaline rose so
quickly that she succeeded in lifting me off the ground. The immense pleasure
she received caused her to grab my buttocks and shove me onto her shoulders.
 With both arms she pulled my body in two directions across her traps and
delts.  To show her incredible power she began to squat with me.  After seven
times she straightened up rapidly and threw me a few feet higher than her
head.  Before I came back down she had moved away.  My body crashed to the
floor.  Sandy had never experienced me in a weaker position and she wanted to
see how far my resistance could last.  My surprise increased as her right arm
surrounded my neck.  A peaked bicep expanded against my throat.  Sandy
pressed my head to her bulging chest and alternated arms for more domination.
After a brief rest, she sat behind me and threw a full nelson on me.  Then
her strong legs spread my thighs.  It was impossible to fight back.  Now that
my girlfriend knew her powers, how was I going to stay ahead in other areas?
Maybe she desired to be the stronger and more aggressive partner.  In any
event, I needed to have a serious talk about where our relationship was
headed.
	Sandy asked me to spend the night at her place.  Once in the bedroom,
she stripped down and sat on the bed.  Seductively she motioned me to do the
same and start serving her luscious body.  I nibbled on her ears, then her
breasts and finally was pushed down to her pelvis.  The whole time Sandy
talked joyously about how fun it was for her to throw me around with such
vigilance.  "I could really get used to having an amazon's body.  More than
anything I want to double my current strength.  No amount of muscularity will
be too much on my body."  Apparently, this dream made Sandy elated.  Her
whole body tensed with warmth flowing all over.  At first I was just teasing
her sexual spots.  Soon though, she pressed me deep inside her.  My face was
buried into her mound.  And her legs wrapped around my neck and squeezed
firmly against my body.  Her excitement grew and was multiplied by the effect
her limbs had on my body.  Sandy wanted to try new ways to satisfy herself.
 Therefore, she slid me towards her chest until mine was on her vagina.  Her
thighs clamped down and made it difficult to breath normally.  She grabbed
the bed posts and flexed her arms to extraordinary proportions.  All the time
I could not break free.  Suddenly, Sandy had the urge to sexually take me.  I
was not prepared for her fierceness but learned to love it.  Before, my
perception allowed me to figure out the situation she had flipped me over and
straddled my hips.  She smiled and stroked my member to get me ready for her
thrills.  In a teasing manner, Sandy slowly lowered herself onto my body.
 With extreme patience and control she took over a minute to fully insert me.
 But once she tightened her vaginal walls, the roughness began.  My
girlfriend bucked me with her full might.  The experience was immense and
quite fulfilling.  In addition, her body was hard to pace with.  Muscular
arms grasped mine and caused my torso to come off the bed in a crunch
position.  Before, taking me too far my body would be smashed into her rock
hard abs and pecs.  And Sandy defied me to try to exit her pelvis.  Ripped
muscle pulsed with every heartbeat and spurned me on to new levels of sexual
attraction.  Sandy enjoyed her position on top and wanted to test herself
against every part of my tired frame.  She spun around and sat on my chest.
 I stared at her wide back with thick ridges and deep valleys. Then I perused
down to her perfectly shaped glutes.  Not a trace of body fat could be
detected.  Sandy squealed in enjoyment as she gripped my testicals and made
them turn purple.  "Wow, a girl can sure have fun being sadistic to her
boyfriend. Let's see how much squeezing your neck can take."  Sure enough,
she slid her ass to my face and locked on with her power legs.  At the same
time, I felt her sharp nails digging into my thighs for leverage.  Sandy
pumped her appendages until I couldn't see straight.  Then she planted her
crotch on my face and burried me in her muff.  This time the aggression was
too much for me and I passed out.
	The next day Sandy was sitting on her bed in the nude.  She was
admiring herself in the full length mirror across the room.  When I woke up,
she asked me to punch her legs to feel their hardness.  Seeing that I had
minimal effects on hurting them, she asked me to test her abs and chest.  It
was clear her stomach was as hard as rock, the amazing part was her pecs.
 Without moving her arms, full expansion could be reached.  And they were so
much larger than mine!  Sandy was overjoyed at her sexual and physical
prowess; however she was disappointed in my abilites to keep her in line.  On
one hand she loved to dominate me, but on the other she no longer desired me
as a mate.  "Yesterday was great, but in another six months I will be so
aggressive that you won't stand a chance keeping me satisfied.  Therefore, I
think we should break up. But hey, if you ever want to come over and give me
a blowjob, my bed is always open."  My hopes had been dashed and banished. It
led to a severe time of depression and still I am having difficulty finding
someone so interesting and fulfilling.  But the wonderful quality of my gym
is the high rate of new women comming to work out.  Maybe, things will get
better sooner than I think.

Eric