Double reward by Ric Big girls can take big things Miren let hand-crushed begging Pam go only when Paul asked her to. It was going to be difficult for the Australian stronggirl to ever do something useful again with the sore mass of meat Miren had brutally left at the end of her arm. The winner stood up and, ignoring the public cheering, walked proudly to the locker. Half way she looked back. Yes, Paul followed her as a doggy. She entered the cold room and with the weight of her shining arm kept the door open for him. Once he trespassed the women-only area she shut the door with her body, resting her round shoulders on the white paint. Are you proud of your girl, daddy? You shouldn't have treated her that bad. Wining is enough, no need for humiliation. Don't worry, she saved her mouth for you. Paul stuck her fingers into the tight jeans pockets. Listen, Miren. I convinced Corinne to give you a chance with a pro, I brought you here to gain experience and confidence, I think I more than fulfilled my part of the treat. I never mentioned sexual abstinence during the trip. Anyway, it's none of your business who I go to bed with. You play foul. You know my feelings and knew it would affect my performance in the bout. You had to choose precisely my rival. You can't hold on just one day without sex, or at least chose any other female around? The public relations spent all day dribbling and fluttering around you. Big boobs, tight meat, what else do you want? Why a teen virago. Paul let her cool down. I know Pam since she was a child. His father was a great strength athlete as well. I expected you to face her in the final and have some hard work, but I knew eventually you'd prevail. She's a brave strong girl but you outclass her. Your natural strength has no match. I just put an edge on you, learnt you how to grab, to hold and to squeeze. It is all important, but your incredible strength had always been dwelling down there under your skin. You just needed to set it free. Beautiful speech daddy, still you didn't let me know any of this before. You treat me like a child. And I've just proved I got enough talent to deserve you. Paul closed in. Besides... I find Pam's muscles quite appealing. Miren circled his neck and reached his mouth with the attempt of a kiss. Paul hugged her, pouring out his strength to press her body against the bricks of her abdominal wall. Do you think I don't like you? I had to be blind. Suddenly the girl turned mute. No words came out her throat. So long she had waited for that scene to occur and now she froze as a snowman. Paul smiled. Miren was now just an anxious young girl desperately clinching to his neck not far from crying. But he knew her too well to be fooled, she was as well a powerhouse capable to kill an ox with a single punch, or mangle a rival's hand and don't let it go till total submission. What would she be like on bed, the naive teenager, the enraged beast or a fantastic combination of both. He wished to find out. OK Miren, if you want to play I use to say yes. But it will remain a little secret between you and me, OK? And, listen, don't take it wrong. Corinne is my woman and I'm happy that way. Now, let's see what do you hide there. He lifted her and sat her on the massage platform, spread her legs apart and squatted. Miren placed her hand on his forehead. Not that way please. I want you to treat me like a woman. She pointed at the bulk in his crotch. Paul hesitated, half grinning. Honestly, Miren, I don't think you'll enjoy it. Squeezing the platform edge the girl pretended to act naturally and hide her excitement. What do you mean? Paul took half a step back, grabbed his double buckle belt and unfastened it. Then he hooked the button open and pulled down the zip. What popped out was a black slip whose hyper-stretched fabric had serious trouble in holding a real mound of manhood. Miren's nostrils trembled as he approached his gigantic endowment to her hands. Wishing to find out on your own? Exhaling, Miren slipped a finger inside the elastic and shyly pulled down uncovering his shaved tanned pubis. As she pulled further down, a huge amount of meat scattered out and buried her hand alive. Intuitively she let the elastic go to no avail because the weight of all that flesh was far beyond the recovering power of the elastic. Paul leaned his head to investigate the girl's facial expression. Here you go. Do you think you can cope with all that, pretty. Stuck to the vision she had in front, yet trying to look cool and experienced at Paul's eyes, Miren bite her lips. Let's try, please, she said pretending to keep cool. Calmly, letting the girl's physiology bring to boil, Paul got undressed and climbed up the platform. Miren tried not too stare too obviously to the bouncing mass. He turned her backwards and kneeling himself behind her, drove the strained girl down on her knees and gently forced her to buck and lean her breats on the marble platform, letting her soaked crotch exposed between the column- thick thighs and under the massive ass cheeks. Furtively glancing back she saw him with a little metal box open in his hands whose contents he spread onto and along his growing cock, slowly and methodically. Soon he needed to fully extend his arm to do so. Then she felt him bringing her thighs apart and her spine down, as checking every detail for a comfortable sit next to the fire. Her heart was about to pock out her rib-box. She was so horny she feared he could bring her to climax just blowing softly onto her volcano. She was still wearing her brief pants, but its strand was nearly out of sight devoured by the furious fuming pussy. He didn't take them off, rather he inserted two fingers inside and probed the girl. You're not too wide. You're boyfriend's prick had to be real tiny. Is that why you left him? Now, don't play the young hero and let me know as soon as I hurt you. Hyperventilating, the next thing Miren's body experienced, lying on her knees and breasts, was something burning pressing gently on her vulva, and then with a sharp shove the thing was among her nether lips stretching them apart. She sighed. The orange size cock's head put so much tension in her sex a burst of stimulus warmed up her whole lower body, shivering up her spine. She couldn't call that pain indeed. Paul placed his open hand on her belly, and pressed it slightly, bringing her lower body into the right position. At once he drove his hips forth, inserting about 1/4 of his endless shaft. As it went in, Miren's sex was rubbed and broadened by the humongous cock head, whose track could almost be seen from outside bending her lower belly outwards, under the pressure of Paul's finger tips. Hurt?, he asked to the panting girl. Go on, she muttered, with the mammoth member stretching her most sensitive parts. Paul thrust his pelvis further in, reassuming his excavation inside Miren's body. She gritted her teeth, as untouched parts of her body added up to the symphony of stimulus never before experienced. Paul's forehead moderately lined as he struggled to force the contracted innards of the teenager fully open. Only about a half of his huge steel shaft had been hosted when its head thumped something inside impaled little girl. He stopped again. He figured he had buried to the bottom of her genitals, if he pushed further in he could seriously hurt Miren's organs. In fact she had swallowed more of his glory than most teenagers would. Enough? he asked foreseeing the affirmative answer. The strained girl writhed, rubbing her breasts against the solid platform. Her lower body she couldn't move, fused to Paul's big piston. More, she firmly commanded, driving back one hand and clutching on her own buttock, aiming to open her sex wider. Go, go. Paul mustered out a good amount of her top class strength, pushing the huge stiff rod its hard way in. It was though increasingly blocked. He felt he was sticking his cock into wood but he didn't yield, it was hard enough and he had sufficient strength to drive it in. Too macho to retreat. His piston would pop Miren first. Extreme arousal infiltrated his flesh, involved in an unexpected ultimate test of toughness. As he prevailed and Miren's hard body yielded he found himself in the edge. The more horny he got the thickest his massive member grew inside the iron girl, making her purr and whine like a muscular kitten. She didn't give yet, puffing but asking for more. Now he was sure he was feeling upon his fingertips his own cock poking out through Miren's velvet belly. He hadn't dived inside anybody that narrow in years, perhaps since the 12 virgins challenge at Istanbul. Worse. Miren in addition to being as tight as the Turkish teens had a rock-hard body. Each time she breathed her pussy squeezed his thing as a paper press. And she did it faster and faster. He had to struggle hard to control himself. It seemed physically impossible for little Miren to swallow his entire huge cock. He checked and found it hard to believe, only a couple of inches left out. Have enough? No reply, just deep pants. Miren had her arms fully stretched now and her mighty hands mistreated the edges of the massage platform. It was marble, still its integrity wasn't guaranteed. Paul moved his hips in circles finding out that he dragged the impaled girl's body with him. Her hard white buttocks trembled and her sex steamed. She squirmed and constricted his hard prong as an all muscle python. He was about to come. More, she grunted. More if you have. At once she drove her all-muscle hands back, offering him a hungry double clutch. Lightening, Paul's hands fused with hers, and taking advantage of the leverage just gained, he dug further inside her, till the muscle wall of his belly thumped solidly against her ass. He yelled. Sweat beads run on his lined forehead. How could a nearly virgin teen give him such a fight. She had swallowed his whole cock and didn't look willing to spit it out. Her mega-powerful body rhythmically contracted mangling his manhood. She grabbed his hands so tight she was hurting him. He couldn't take that grinder much longer. Even worse, he wasn't sure he could hold himself either. The boiling sperm rushed inside his cock shaft. The girl spoke as cursed, still asking for more. In a supreme effort Paul pushed Miren away and partially rescued his cock's shaft out of the cave, slapped her clit and pistoned it back in with a solid thump. The sperm inside was about to burst out, and he had to invoke all his loving skills to still delay it. He increased his pace as Miren's broadened sex accepted the penetration easier and easier. The evil girl kept her unbreakable hold on his hands and was now fighting back with shattering circular shaking of her solid buttocks. Definitely, Miren was miles ahead the passive Turkish teens. He had to push himself to the limit to make clear who was fucking who. The titanic clash warmed the whole room with the tremendous heat from the earth-quake crashes of both hard bodies. A couple of customers passing by halted at the other side of the locker door. They swore the door trembled and the floor was moving. In a wild double orgasm both strength freaks ejected out their pressurized liquids, splashing on the distant walls and up on the ceiling. When Paul took out his dick he had come off eight times and the girl was nearly unconscious. He dressed up, carried the girl and her stuff and exited through the fire doors to drop her body on the back seat, and drove through the desert avenues into the hotel garage. When he turned the engine off Miren was awake, her chin resting on the seat edge. She spoke calmly, staring at the infinity. How many can Corinne take? I think I'm still hungry. Paul examined the girl's dazzling face in the dark. Her moist green eyes sparkled wide open shining on the shadow of hallucination that mystified her natural beauty. In her brief lips the usual playful grin was lost. They went up to her room. She began to undo his clothing in the lift. Me on top now, she urged in her newly mature voice. Once in the luxurious suite, Paul went to the fridge and emptied the contents of the first can he found into his dry throat. He took a second one and offered to Miren. She refused, taking some time to get her hair tied into a ponytail, while Paul crushed the second can and lied on the bed with an ahhhh of satisfaction. I'm ready, dear, this time to the finish. Hang on, she said fixing the ponytail, I don't want to miss your face when I squeeze the juice off your dick. With her arms lifted, Paul pondered her breasts size. The sex marathon had made them grow up to almost twice her already considerable original size, leaving them well inside the range of a DD, but much more rising and solid than expected from their awesome volume. As she jumped up on the bed and spread her legs across his lying body the mattress yielded under her power. Looking upwards to her magnificent stance, Paul realized he was about to face a cock-wrecking living machine just borne to set terror among the male gender. She looked ready to make love and war all at once, and how incredibly quick she had recovered from the previous exhausting session. She rolled her arms and squatted as a gorgeous naked weight lifter to sat on his thighs, grabbed his half soft cock with her still warm hands and frowned hard the swollen purple head against her nether lips, digging her rock hard clit inside his glans in a pitched intimate battle of toughness. The humongous cock shook, and started lifting its head, pumped up again. Almost sadistically with a solid swing of her hips she swallowed it, puffing. Paul resisted the sleeper hold and began to stroke. She jumped on his thighs, following the pace. Despite having her stomach hammered with his cock's head, she worked on, bouncing and jiggling her ponderous body without much order, but with restless power. She chained climax after climax with no break, bending his rod in every imaginable direction. Paul didn't recall a tougher vaginal huge since his brush with Jane, the pussy weight lifter. Miren hadn't her motile skills, yet she strangled his cock's neck and used her body weight to rub down the shaft so hard Paul sometimes was afraid to get his pride skinned. Besides she put so much tension on his glans that the pleasure bolt was still greater than the pain, pressing him on the verge of a new debilitating orgasm. Eventually she stood up, her column like thighs bridging his sweating body. Her grinding throat spit what had been a glorious hard cock, that dropped heavily onto his left thigh. Slipping her fingers inside her vulva the girl reach her clit and pinned it with her nails. Shrugging her tiny nose she pulled it out to show off. Touch this and learn what does hard mean. I'm already too broad and your dick too loose to make me feel anything. You're not potent enough to leave me satisfied. I bet even your dick is no longer hard enough to take me by the rear. Having said that she turned back and squatted on him, taking his cock and placing its head under her ass hole. The exhausted member bent under the girl's weight. You see? You're finished off. Paul flexed her abs seeking some extra blood to pump into his abused member. Useless. Miren stood up again and jumped down the bed. It was incredible she could stand on her feet after such a colossal battle. She made a pile with his clothing and threw it on his inert body. Now go away. Perhaps you got company waiting in your room. Paul blinked. His head turned around. It had to be a night mare. Out, she commanded opening the door and pointing to the cold dark corridor. You're no longer useful here. She hadn't the air of joking. Paul crawled down the bed and awkwardly sat on the edge. He felt sick and couldn't go up. Miren approached, grabbed him by his hair and lifted him on his feet, swept the pile of clothing with her other arm and dragged him across the room, his long defeated cock bouncing left and right. Miren shoved him out and shut the door with a thump. He pick up some clothing and creep himself to his room door. A curse echoed along the dark corridor. He couldn't find the keys. During the flight back to Europe Miren forgot the argument with a series of crushing defeats inflicted to Paul at the electronic chessboard. Isa picked them at the airport. When she heard the arrival announcement the female boxer advanced with big strokes among the comparatively inanimate crowd, her sturdy body getting through like a tractor in a wheat field. She squeezed Miren in the air and planted a noisy kiss on her face. She didn't got back from the new professional armwrestler the warm signs of affection she expected. Isa drove them to Corinne and Paul's place, a modern house in the country side, where Miren was going to move into provisionally. She was determined to definitely leave home and settle down on her own, but she hadn't made up her mind yet about exactly where, and perhaps who with. There was Isa, who had got very close to her during her training days, till Miren's spectacular progression left her somewhat behind. There was Greg and the rest of friends of Isa from the University. Miren liked their way of life and admired Greg intelligence, but the poor boy wasn't definitely her type of man. There was Paul, who was her type indeed, and had fulfilled the girl's furtive wishes at Boston, yet he also had clearly -and sadly- stated her unbreakable links with Corinne, a cute mountain of muscles with maddening character but great heart. Yes, she would stay with the French couple for a while, as she had been offered, then heaven knows. How did you get that, said Paul pointing through the car mirror to Isa's left eyebrow, nastily cut. I fought egg-man Joe last night for a charity, he gave me hard trouble with his head- butts. Miren looked at her friend, she hadn't even realized. Did you get into wrestling now, asked Paul, who had heard from Joe the egg-man in the catch magazines. One of those boxer vs. wrestler bouts, you know. I couldn't hurt him with my fists, it was like punching on a truck tire, so I turned into a grabber. It was a bit like trying to pin a 300 pd round stone, but I found an aperture. Reverse head scissors with a special chin knife-stroke on his sternum tip. He wetted his pants, he said had never submitted to a woman. There's always a first time, said Paul, amused imagining the scene. But I had some trouble with the stone-egg he bears on his shoulders, nothing a good fuck can't heal. She looked for Miren in the mirror, but the girl was thousands of miles away in some distant planet. Isa brushed her tooth-bone with her tongue. Tomorrow Corinne comes from Russia, were she won the St. Petersburg invitational, as you know. Yes, answered the only interlocutor. I got a phone call at Boston's hotel. She had beaten Russian champion Natasha and she phoned from her place, where they were having a private rematch while she spoke to me. She said Natasha was the nicest person she had met in the last... couple of hours. I know Natasha, she boxed before taking up armwrestling and she was by far the fairest fighter I ever face. You can imagine Natasha thinking off an almost albino shaved hair nurse in an African hospital, and taking the largest vital statistics you can conceive times three. She dominated Corinne for over twenty minutes in a first pull for the history, but she was too conservative, restraining the French champ rather than trying to pin her down. The rest of the match was highly deceiving, with Corinne instantly putting her down as soon as the pulls started. But Corinne was astonished, and she isn't precisely delicate. She tells Natasha didn't even sweat at the end of their marathon pull. She hasn't big definite muscles, she is big everywhere. The proportions of a normal woman but three times as much. Believe me, not enough for Corinne, said Paul. Anyway, she arrives tomorrow, and the guys in the gym have made up a welcome party. For you too Miren. No reply. Next day in the gym the guys honored victorious Lioness and Strength Queen. When they arrived in the morning, lights were off. Corinne groped for the switches while Miren blindly adventured himself. Suddenly a multiple shout started out and the lights came on. Out of tune, the guys were all singing around a 4 ft high giant cream cake. Corinne and Miren thanked every body, buried under a tide of cheerful hunks, fighting to kiss Miren's cheek. Big Lioness, wearing a typical Russian fur hat, had not that trouble. No men, no matter the size, dared to touch her without asking first. Paul included. For general punishment, Corinne wanted to spoke. I've missed you all in cold St. Petersburg. The guys there didn't follow my pace with the vodka. And no sweets like this either! Corinne contemplated the giant cake. Could you finish it all -kidded Brad, aware of Lioness mighty appetite. Corinne however gave an anxious stare to the cake, perhaps taking serious account of the challenge. I can eat more cake than you, broke in the young strongteen, with her eyes locked to the cake. A hush spread among the guys and all eyes fixed on the bigger woman. Corinne's lips arched and her white teeth showed off. The thing is... I don't like cream. People exploded in convulsive laugh. Miren turned around and left. Do not worry about the cream, said Brad. May you have a closer look. Corinne approached the cream tower and read the chocolate letters. To dearest new pro strength queeny, and greatest armwrestling fierce, the guys. Just them the cake burst out and a couple of blonde twins wearing red Brazilian tangas jumped out in front of her, dancing. Go Miren, lick the cream, shouted Brad to call her back, as one of the dancers pursuit her and swung his incredible pack in front of the struck girl. Miren climbed up her eyes through the definite chest to the boy's blue eyes deeply sighting. Corinne enjoyed the same show with the second twin dancer. You're great guys, I couldn't imagine anything cutest. Brad encouraged Miren. Go baby, have a look whether he's endowed enough. We know you're a tasty young girl, perhaps he didn't fulfill your standards. The dancer froze, driving his hips forth. His packet was so bulky the straps of the overfilled tanga didn't completely touch his crotch. Miren spread her hand. At light speed the boy retreated and clutched Miren's hand with his, driving forth his bare foot in the Indian wrestling stance. Miren placed her boot against his tanned foot and pulled, testing his strength. With an ample smile on his youthful face the blonde dancer resisted Miren effort pound per pound. I'm daydreaming -she said at last. He's damn' strong! We had to look hard, said Brad crossing his thick arms on his chest. I swear it was not a two-by-one bargain. Try harder, he won't deceive you. Miren's body swollen, but apparently she was wrestling a bronze statue. And the grin was still there. But he wasn't a statue, with an accurate and mega-powerful wrench he made Miren roll on the floor. The girl sprang back on her feet. It's just a matter of balance, I want a rematch. They locked up again. This time the struggle was longer. Miren mustered her colossal strength but he give it back pound per pound, and eventually used it against her owner making Miren's pretty buttocks kiss the floor once again. And what was worse, the offensive grin was always there. My turn, called Lioness approaching her dancer. Same long struggle, same outcome, big muscle woman hardening her but on the floor. Miren and Corinne tried twice more each. For the guys greatest pleasure the rare scene of the young mistress and the muscle mountain both dominated repeated. Standing up from her last floor brushing, Miren recovered her mood. OK I give, You've beaten me. They shook hands and the evil girl took advantage to put him down at once. Not too sporty, he complained. Not at all echoed the guys, replying to the girl's blink. They leave the two strongwomen alone with their gifts and the dancers introduced themselves as Apollo and Adonis -quite obviously alias. Miren's twin (both were completely indistinguishable including the mammoth male attributes) walked ahead, taking some hair out of her eyes, and explained her that they had paid to spend the rest of the day with them and fulfill any fancy, apart from Indian wrestling. Corinne didn't seem to need much introduction. Pay attention, baby, this is lessons for free. She slipped down his arms, tore off his twin's tanga, bent over and made the giant cock fully disappear inside her mouth. When relaxed the cock was immense, but what went out off Corinne's throat defied anatomy principles, she had to got it buried down to the tommy. Just watching Corinne's work with his brother, Miren's dancer got donkey size hard-on. Go, said Corinne gasping, do the same and let's see who makes his man come first. Winner keeps both cocks, she grinned in anticipation. Miren hesitated, she had had some mouth experience with her former boyfriend, but those exhibition cocks were about twice longer and three time's thicker than his boyfriend's poor dick. She circled the shaft by its base -her fingertips didn't reach together- added her other hand and still about a half of the cock remained uncovered. As she squeezed with her mighty fingers the cock's head turned purple, swollen and leaking a pearl-like bead. The so called Apollo moaned, as his cock's toughness endured squeezed by one of the strongest pair of hands in the world. The pitch of his moaning got treble as the girl bowed, turning her mouth into a vacuum cleaner. The dancing twins proved remarkable endurance and it took a good while to the deep throat muscle woman to throw up the spiting cock to claim her victory. Ignoring her, Miren didn't stop but increased her already furious sucking pace. Corinne realized her windpipe jolted up and down... she was swallowing! The hunk felt on his knees, grabbing Miren's hair and pulling her off uselessly. She didn't release her prey till it was reduced to a sad skinny piece of sore meat.