Soccer Mom - Chapter Seventeen
By Pac (pac)
Conclusion 


We never made it to the restaurant. 

We barely got a mile down the road in her M3, when she pulled off onto the first side 
road she saw. We got just far enough off the road to not see the cars roaring past when 
she pulled over, killed the engine and was out of the car in a flash. She jumped into the 
back seat and pulled me back with her, dragging me bodily over the center console.. 

We made out in her back seat like a couple of kids.

We played around just long enough to realize that the leather bucket seats in the back 
were too damn uncomfortable to have sex. Undaunted, Terri jumped out of the car, 
naked as the day she was born, yanked me out and tossed me over her shoulder. 
Without any effort, she opened the trunk - with me slung over her shoulder - got a 
blanket out of the trunk and threw it down on the grass near the car. We were out of 
sight of the main road, but anyone could have driven right past us. I guess it was part of 
what made it so exciting.

My weight was nothing to her. She bent down, straightening out the edges of the blanket 
until it was flat on the ground before us. Handling my body like I was a child, she rolled 
me around on her shoulders and laid me out on the blanket. 

Terri all but tore my clothes off once I hit the ground. It wasn't terribly gentle, but the 
desperation in her eyes as she mounted me told me she was so turned on by today's 
events that she wasn't about to wait for conventions like proper undressing. My polo 
shirt became a casualty of our lovemaking. She couldn't wait for me to take it off, so she 
grabbed either side of it and tore it right off my body like it was made of tissue paper!

I was painfully erect, but was still able to get my pants off before she mangled them as 
well. I could see heading back to the track in a pair of pants and no shirt, but showing up 
in my underwear would have been a bit much. 

While I was musing, she reached behind me and grabbed my ankles, pulling me so hard 
down under her body that I got a rug-burn on my back. She was naked as she straddled 
me on the blanket. How she had gotten undressed so fast was beyond me.

"Oh, you're so turned on!" she moaned, nearly ready to explode herself. "You love how 
strong I am, don't you?"

"So much, Terri," I said. "but it's more than that. I love your incredible strength, but I 
love how your body is so strong and hard that nothing seems to hurt you. Remember a 
few months ago when you told me your ex broke a bat over your abs and you just 
shrugged it off? I felt like I was going to come in my pants when you told me about that! I 
haven't been able to stop thinking about it since you told me."

She looked down at me and gave me a heart-rending smile.

"I saw how excited you got when I told you," she said, and the smile grew broader as 
she teased me, "but I figured it was because you were checking out my boobs. I didn't 
realize it was because of my abs. They are pretty hard, aren't they?"

I couldn't help but run my hands over that incredible mass of deeply etched abdominal 
muscles. Terri arched her back, hands behind her head, her huge breasts pointing to the 
sky. She scrunched her abs for me, and they stood out hugely on her ripped torso.

"Mmm, feel them, Eric," she moaned. "They're so much thicker now than they were 
back then. I probably wouldn't even feel that bat now. He could break an aluminum bat 
over them now and it wouldn't hurt me. You couldn't do a thing to them either, no matter 
how hard you tried. Would you like to? How about this little fantasy scenario... you hit 
my abs a few times with a tire iron while I stand there and laugh... or tell you how much it 
tickles... do you like that better? Then I can rip it out of your hands and bend it like a 
pretzel... how would that light your fire? It's making me even wetter just thinking about 
it!"

God, she was making me crazy! I felt her abs, like blocks of warm, flesh-covered steel. I 
ran my hands lovingly over her torso, feeling the unbelievable hardness, watching 
fascinated as her body's definition captivated me for the umpteenth time. Every time I 
watched her was like seeing her for the first time. As much as that fantasy turned me on, 
though, I couldn't bring myself to take anything resembling a violent stance with her, not 
after that horrid day where she told me I could hit her. I just couldn't.

"I hurt you once," I said, fascinated to watch her muscles. "Don't much care for it, 
Sweetheart. I just don't think I could ever raise my hand to you, not even playing, 
Honey. I'm sorry."

"I'm glad to hear that, my love," she said, but her mood was unaltered. 

I think she didn't want to let the tease go. The next one was a real gem. 

"I don't want to hurt you either, but you know, I've been getting SO strong, Eric... it 
might happen by accident one of these days."

"Ha!" I said, staring up at her magnificent body. "As perfect as you can move those 
muscles around? I'll take my chances."

"I think your chances are slim to none," she laughed.

She punctuated her sentence with a pair of exclamation points shaped like two gigantic 
biceps rising on either side of her powerful body. A couple more exclamation points that 
looked suspiciously like two impossibly large breasts bouncing atop two massive pectoral 
muscles appeared shortly thereafter. The sight was so beautiful I felt like I could die 
happy having seen it.

"You say that like I'm not turned on by being in contact with this awesome bod," I said, 
running my hands down those wonderful hard abs to her thighs surrounding my lower 
body. She flexed them hard as my hands caressed them, and I felt their mighty sinews 
squeeze my hips tightly. "A little incidental injury is a price I'm more than willing to pay! 
Maybe I even like it a little...."

"How would you like to go for a little ride?" she said, clamping her legs around me, 
tightly enough to make me wonder about that last sentence.

She began lifting her curvy ass upward, and my hips came up off the blanket, climbing 
upward with her. I was wedged tightly between her massive thighs, and they held me 
aloft with the greatest of ease. The angle of my manhood in her changed, and I heard her 
gasp as my glans brushed across the most sensitive parts of her canal. Her legs swelled 
up for a split second, crushing me just a bit, but it was so sexy I didn't care about the 
discomfort. Terri smirked a little when she saw my face contort from the squeeze, and 
gave me another little one. My hands tightened on her thighs, but I knew I couldn't do a 
thing to them. They were so huge; they made my hips look tiny in between them.

"Oh, yes," I said, wrapping my arms around her big legs as far as I could reach. God 
they were so HARD! The power those legs had would have been frightening in any other 
human being, but I could tell she was being careful with my much weaker body. I never 
had a moment of fear. Her muscle control was so perfect that she could probably crack 
an egg between her flexed thighs and not get any shell in my omelet.

Terri looked down at me with a smug smile and rose up on her monumental thighs still 
higher until she was kneeling with me held suspended between her legs. I flexed my abs 
to hold parallel with the ground and held her thighs as they coursed with her never-ending 
strength. They were even larger now that she knew how much I loved to see her 
boundless gains. It had me thinking about when she first started lifting for mass, how her 
body just seemed grow in slow motion those first few weeks until she leveled off. Every 
time I saw her, she was bigger! I about came just from the memory as I hung between 
her gigantic thighs, the huge masses simply swallowing my body up between them.

All of her had grown since our sexual marathon ended some months ago. Terri lost her 
inhibitions about keeping the workouts light and was now doing some truly astounding 
weights in her exercising. She maxed her Bowflex in a flash, buying more weight rods 
until the pulleys and frame of the machine groaned from the strain. And she did it all with 
a smile on her face. She was so far beyond that thing it was ludicrous.

A few weeks after she started putting real weight on the machine in her workouts, I 
realized it wouldn't last long unless I did some improvements to the pulley system. The 
weak pulleys that came with the device appeared like they'd break if you looked at them 
hard. Between the frighteningly thin bolts that anchored them, to the wimpy-looking axle 
and bearings, I knew they'd go a week or less at her current all-out pace.

The day I came to her place with heavy-duty pulleys (I bought a handful of pulleys they 
use for light engine chainfalls) Terri smiled at me and we went down to her basement 
exercise area. Neat and tidy, all of her equipment saw nearly daily use. She had some 
heavier weights, but mostly the little pink dumbbells you would see beginners use. 
Certainly not anything that looked like it belonged in the home of a powerhouse like 
Terri.

She slipped onto the seat of her bow machine and grabbed the handles of machine in her 
hands.

"What do you want to do with it, Eric? Replace the pulleys?" she asked with a faint 
smile.

"Yes," I replied. "You're going to trash this thing at the weights you're working out with 
now."

"Oh, come on," she said, teasingly. "I would never put so much effort into it that I'd 
break one of the little pieces."

As soon as she said it, she started working her pecs rapidly, pulling the entire huge 
bundle of rods down with each easy thrust. The cables slid along their overstressed 
pulleys, whirring with their fast motion. Her massive breasts rose and fell in time with her 
exertion, and I watched, mesmerized by their motion. She watched my stupefied 
expression with satisfaction and upped the ante.

"I mean, it's not like I would put a little extra bit of muscle into it, since I'm bulking up so 
fast now...."

Her naughty smile said it all as she pulled hard on the hand grips and yanked both of the 
closest pulleys right off the heavy steel frame with they were bolted. The threaded bolts 
both snapped off the frame with little pops, sheared cleanly from her incredible strength.

"Oops," she said. "I guess my pecs are a little stronger than I thought." 

"Uh-oh, you might want to check your documentation," I said, playing along. "I'm 
guessing 'Acts of Herculean Might' isn't covered by your warranty."

She laughed.

"No? I would think that would be implied in usage. I'll have to brush up on a little 
product liability law."

She switched her arm position, and looked back at the pulleys dangling from the cables 
attached to the handgrips.

"I think I should work my shoulders instead. Then you'll really get to see some Herculean 
Might."

Terri brought the handgrips up to her shoulders quickly, then began pushing up over her 
head. Her pecs and shoulders swelled impressively. I couldn't help myself. I stood right 
in front of her so my waist was touching her big chest, and put my hands over hers, 
feeling the ease with which she pushed the five hundred pounds worth of resistance 
overhead.

"For true feats of might, I think you might need a little extra resistance, Baby," I said, 
pushing down on her hands.

"Yeah... I might," she chuckled, "but I'm not sure if you can give me enough."

Terri smiled and pushed the weight upward, overcoming my added resistance as if I 
wasn't putting any pressure on her. I loved feeling that overwhelming power.

"Maybe you can put a little more pressure on," she said, smiling as she looked up into my 
eyes. "Then I might get a little bit of a workout."

I hopped up and locked my arms as my hands closed hard over hers. She rubbed her 
face against the bulge in my pants as I hung above her seated body.

"That's about as much as I can give you, Baby," I said, swaying my hips against her face 
as she rubbed against me.

"I like what you give me, Eric," she said, and started powering my body upward. "But in 
this case, it's not enough... for my shoulders at least."

She pushed until her arms were nearly straight and held me there, looking up with a look 
of supreme confidence.

"What's that, about seven hundred pounds, give or take?" she asked with a gleam in her 
eye. "That seems like an awful lot for a girl to push up over her head, don't you think?"

"I don't know," I said, getting in a little teasing of my own. "I wouldn't call that exactly 
seven hundred pounds... I'm only 168 right now! You trying to make me feel fat?"

She lowered my body down to push her face into my increasingly tight pants.

"Fat? Hardly! But I'll give you this: you're definitely a growing boy!" she said, nibbling at 
my pants.

Her teeth lightly grazed my cock through my pants, and the sensation about made me 
lose my balance. I felt my arms tremble from the arousal and she looked up at me with a 
little concern.
 
"Are you okay, Big Guy?" she asked. "I'll stop doing that if you can't hang on."

"No, I'm fine, Baby," I said, "and PLEASE don't stop! I'm having a great time. The only 
drawback to this is I can't feel those arms and shoulders when you work those awesome 
muscles."

"How about I do a few more reps and then we'll see what we can do to fix that?" she 
asked and pushed my body back up to arm's length.

She knew it was driving me crazy to feel her amazing power, and again she upped the 
ante by teasing me, her voice conversational as she pressed nearly a third of a ton over 
her head.

"Do you feel how smoothly I can lift you like this, even with all of the resistance from the 
machine? And it gets easier every time I do it, Eric. You love how I get so strong, so fast, 
don't you? Did you know when I first started lifting heavy that I was increasing my weight 
every time I worked out? I'd work my big biceps on a Monday, then when Wednesday 
came, that same weight just wasn't enough. I had to put more on every time! It was 
weeks before I couldn't add more weight like that."

Oh, did that make me crazy! I had no idea she was bumping up her weight EVERY time 
she worked out like that. It didn't seem humanly possible... but, then, what about her 
did?

"You truly are a goddess among us mere mortals, Terri!" I breathed, aroused like crazy 
by her admission.

"Thank you, Baby!" she beamed. "All of your attention makes me feel like a goddess. 
I've never felt more loved in my life, Eric."

"Well, your soulmate only comes along once in your life, right?" I said down to her. 
"Right, Soulmate?"

She lowered her arms, and dropped me lightly to the floor. She tossed the handgrips for 
her weight machine aside and wrapped her mighty arms around me.

"Right, Soulmate!" she said kissing me. "I just wish you'd come along sooner!"

"Ditto, Honey," I said. "I think we'd both have been a lot happier, but we wouldn't have 
our girls, so it's a sacrifice that was more than worth it. Besides, maybe we wouldn't 
appreciate what we have if things hadn't gone so poorly the first time around, don't you 
think?"

"I don't want to think right now, Eric." She said. "I want to fuck your brains out!"

I smiled as her hips settled down onto mine, and I penetrated her without having to even 
touch my manhood. She was so wet and the look on her face as I hung there was just 
filled with love. I could almost feel it radiating off her body, much like I felt with her titanic 
strength.

"Your mind is drifting, Mister," she purred at me. "Am I squeezing you so hard you're 
having hallucinations?"

"No I was just driving myself crazy when I thought about you first really trying to bulk 
up," I said. "I sort of broke my rule about marathon sex that first few weeks."

"You didn't hear any complaining, did you?" she said, and she starting moving her hips in 
little circles, working my cock around in her canal. I felt her muscular contractions on my 
cock as she held me there effortlessly, and she started pinching her thick erect nipples as 
she arched back, savoring the sensations.

"Ooh," she moaned, and those magnificent breasts pointed ever higher as she tugged her 
nipples. "You might have to take over on this. I want to feel your body, too! It just 
doesn't feel as good when I do it."

"My pleasure, Angel," I said, and moved my hands off her thighs to her thick, juicy 
nipples. "Do you want me to pull them hard?"

"Baby, you can hang off them if you want," she said, and ran her hands lightly over my 
chest, sliding them down to feel my tensed abs holding my body up. 

I could hear her sigh when she felt the fluttering of the muscles in my stomach as I kept of 
the tension. Unlike her, I wasn't a super-powered, tireless Amazon, so my muscles 
fatigued like normal people's did.

"I love to feel that," she cooed, and I felt her pussy massage my cock harder as her 
arousal climbed. "I love how tight they feel when you're flexed like that." 

I took my hands off her nips for a second to run my own hands over her incredible abs 
again.

"Yeah, but I have the much better abs to play with," I said, running my fingers over the 
deep striations between each one.

"Mine don't tremble like that, though," she said. "That's what I think is so damn sexy!"

"You're so much sexier than me Baby, it's ridiculous," I said, rapping my knuckles 
against her stomach. "So hard, everywhere! I can't ever get enough!"

"Not everywhere..." she teased, pulling my hands up to her huge breasts. "Just in the 
places you like. And I'm SO glad you like those places, Eric."

I kneaded her breasts, and she arched back, moaning. My abs were getting tired, but 
Terri pushed me to excel just from her sheer presence. I always wanted to be the best I 
could be around her, to make her as proud of me as I was of her.

Terri held her arms out and clenched her fists as she arched her back, flexing her 
incredible upper body as a climax roared through her. Her pussy began pulsing hard 
against my cock, the rippling of her powerful muscles driving me over the edge as well. I 
grabbed her nipples in my hands as I arched back, firing my seed into her.

She held like that, her nipples stretched to astounding lengths from my entire upper body 
weight pulling on them, and cried out, flexing her upper body as hard as she could. It 
swelled up massively and fueled my climax to even greater heights, and my hips tried to 
buck against her, but were held completely immobile by her thighs. I still thrashed around 
in my mindless animal orgasm and I roared my own approval as I pumped wave after 
wave of semen into her tight pussy.

We held, frozen in place, the slight trembling signaling our rapture, until finally my hands 
left her nipples and I slumped backward toward the ground, exhausted. Terri's legs were 
trembling the slightest bit as she held me wedged tightly between them, but then I felt her 
slowly relax them and my body began sliding down them. It stopped when my cock 
reached the limit of its elasticity, as her pussy still had me gripped tightly with its rippling, 
pulsating muscles.

"Mmm, Kitty's having trouble letting go, Baby," she said, and started spreading her legs 
apart, lowering us to the ground. "She wants to milk you until you slip out."

The pressure on my cock was pretty intense, but it was mercifully brief.

"Did I ever tell you how much I love that sweet kitty?" I said to her, breathless.

"So many times, baby," Terri sighed as she bent forward to lay her head on my chest. 
"She never gets tired of hearing it."

She moved her big legs down to lay on me and we held together like that, just enjoying 
the feeling of the contact. The minutes passed, punctuated by sighs of contentment as we 
lay, arms entwined around each other, not caring if the world saw us out here in the open.

"Eric?" Terri's voice drifted into my wandering consciousness.

"Yes, my love?" I said, buzzing in the afterglow. 

The entire world felt electrified at that moment, that time between ultimate bliss and the 
moment your feet touched back down on Terra Firma.

"Will you marry me?" she said.

My arms tensed around her body. Did I just hear that correctly?

"Terri, oh... wow," I said. "I thought you weren't ready to entertain that thought."

I felt her tears on my chest.

"That was months ago," she said. "I think I regretted saying that the minute it came out of 
my mouth. It was right after you had that temper tantrum, but I knew, even then, that I 
wasn't ever going to find another man as wonderful as you."

"You know, Baby, even when you don't mean to, you always one-up me," I said, and I 
felt her tense. "But, really Sweetheart, I am one hundred percent okay with that. Let me 
show you something."

She got up from my chest and sat cross-legged on the blanket as I went over to the trunk 
of her car where we tossed our helmets. I retrieved hers from the trunk and walked over.

"I was going to try to bump this out of your hands at the track when the time felt right. 
Watch."

I held her helmet in both hands and tapped it open-side down on the ground. After a few 
hits, the little center section of the inner padding came loose, a tiny bit of the shock- 
absorbing material that I had carefully dug away to make a little pocket for my surprise.

A small black bag dropped onto the blanket and appeared as I lifted her helmet away.

"Is that what I think it is?" she asked, tears flowing freely now.

"Open it up and find out," I said, and she took the tiny black velvet bag and turned it 
over to drop the engagement ring onto her palm.

"The answer is definitely yes," I said. "How about you? Should we do this right?"

"Okay," she said, choking back tears of joy.

She stood her magnificent naked body over me and I bent onto my knee.

"Theresa Eileen Babowicz... Babe (she crinkled up her nose at her unwanted nickname), 
you would make me even more deliriously happy than I am now if you agreed to be my 
wife. Would you please do me the greatest honor?"

She cried and took my hand.

"The honor is all mine, Eric! I would love to be your wife!" she said and pulled me up 
into her arms before I could slip the ring onto her finger.

She crushed me in her massive sinews and I smiled euphorically, laying my head down 
onto her shoulder as she held me tight.

"But you have to do one more thing for me before we make it official," she whispered in 
my ear, her voice still choked with her crying.

I was surprised, wondering what it was.

"Anything, Honey," I said. "What is it?" 

"I want you to kick my ass so hard on the drag strip!" she said and lifted my body as high 
as her arms could stretch, holding me around my waist. "I want to eat your dust until I 
choke! Would you please do that for me?"

"I'd LOVE to, Sweetheart!" I said. "Let's go!"

THE END