Family life by Ric Paul and Miren test the toughness of all their limbs During her first day as a guest at Paul and Corinne's place she changed her mind about her future almost hourly, making plans for a life time and abandoning them a short while later. She did miss easy life at her quiet home village, surrounded by acquaintances and knowing every thing about the life of the people who queued with you in the bakery. When she was brought to the 'shuttle' room it was staying-for-ever time. The so called 'shuttle' was a duplex style chamber in two levels but window-less, dominated in the center by a huge semicircular black sofa opposite to a giant screen, and two speaker towers. The walls were decorated with two meter high enhancements of shots of Paul and Lioness in action. On one side trophies and medals accumulated and the scenery was completed with a full size bronze of the owners armwrestling. On the other side there was the upper floor with the Imperial bed, mirror lined ceiling and built-in shelves filled with what the young girl thought was the Earth's biggest collection of comics and cartoon books. It's mostly yours, said Corinne, we don't spend much time here anymore. Too wide. We just come to use the bed when there are guests, she laughed slamming Paul's shoulders with a pat that could endanger the life of a normally built person. Their own room was much smaller and conventional, but equally chaotic. Half written papers, opened beer cans, lingerie pieces and iron barbells were spread all through. Kitchen and bathrooms were futuristic, and the mansion possessed also an indoor swimming pool and a gym on the basement. The rejoined couple left Miren on her own and drove downtown for a romantic dinner. The noisy teenager satisfied her curiosity surveying every draw in every wardrobe. She found out weird clothing, extreme video tapes, bizarre pictures and unintelligible books. When the Frenchies came back she was watching a home made video of Corinne, looking very young, on all fours having intercourse with a donkey in front of a group of men who talked French, a language which Miren didn't understand very well, but they had thick rolls of notes and they were obviously excited. When Miren heard the car come into the garage she stopped the tape and rushed to bed. They went straight to their room and soon the noise started. Miren didn't get a wink of sleep all night. Locked in their room, Miren could follow every scene from the 'shuttle'. They seemed capable to pull down the house. When Paul was away, which was quite often, Brad took Miren's training as his personal endeavor. He was one of the very few who could lock hands with her and give her a decent match. Spar the armwrestler demanded so much energy from him that he had to tag with four or five of the best fellows to keep the stronggirl warm. When no guys were in the mood of being smashed by a teenager he had prepared some routines for the young iron arm. He had fitted a handle on the edge of a gym bench, and Miren made curls with him sitting on. The closer to the edge he sat the most weight Miren' biceps had to lift. She could made series of 50 with him virtually sat on her hand, so Brad called Brutus, an Olympic weight lifter and the largest man in the gym, and placed his ample humanity as close to the edge as he could. He loved to hear the words I can't from Miren's lips, but that was a pleasure very rarely attained. Biting in the soft mass of her relaxed arm, the girl studied the giant who was smiling stupidly two feet in front or hers, with some sweat glowing on his upper lip. Are you afraid of flights? she asked spreading her legs apart and rubbing the handle till her fingers found an optimal grip. She didn't give him time to reply. Locking eyes with him she set her biceps on power and, as an hydraulic device, lifted the bench and its bulky passenger on the air. She let him down and half an inch before touching ground flexed her ultra-arm again pulling him up so hard the giant intuitively darted to grip the bench edge. Brad counted on aloud studying the girl face, increasingly strained and helping the last bit of each contraction with a slight moan that soon turned into a deaf grunt. At 20 her arm started to shroud, but didn't slow down. At 30 the exertions become longer and more painful. At 36 she halted, filling her ribbox and blowing through her nostrils. She was pale and covered with cold perspiration. Enough? asked Brad, whose arms ached just seeing the girl's exertion. Miren challenged the fat man. How's you're stomach? I hope you can go on a bit longer without getting sick. The giant couldn't articulate. Her jaw felt down loosely and his fatty hands desperately clutched the quaked bench. Watching her own curved biceps growing as a boulder stretching out her smooth skin she completed the 37th rep slowly but steady, and then three more. Brad shrugged his nose, honestly worried. Watch out, babe. OK that you are a beast but Paul will skin me if you got injured. Miren stopped her 41st rep cold in the middle and turned her strained face to him. Shut wimp, I'm working. Puffing and splashing pressurized saliva on the amazed giant the stronggirl completed 4 more lifts, but now her shoulder, pulled by the huge weight, was nastily bent outwards into a strange and painful position. She struggled to pull it back but the ugly whale seemed stuck to the ground, even though he didn't touch it. Brad approached and brought her hands towards Miren shoulder. She stopped him with a shout. Hands off. I can cope with this. I will end the 50 series. You're mad he said, and turned around. When he looked again Miren was bent over resting on her knees, throwing on the sneakers of the fat mountain. Then her cheeks flushed with renewed health again. She grabbed the shirt of the giant when he was leaving. Where are you going. I want to do another series. After completing a new series Miren could no longer feel her arm, as though it had burned to ashes. Sincerely impressed, the giant tapped her shoulder. Miren glanced at him disdainfully and pointed with her chin to the armwrestling table. She walked to the table pushing frozen Brad out of her way. Her hand squeezed oil out of the white pulp of the giant's hand. By that time she had again attracted the attention of the full gym, and the guys circled the table exchanging forecasts. They witnessed a tremendous battle. Miren's arm was so done after her strength feat she could hardly know if she was winning or losing if she closed her eyes. The giant took it personally, and poured off every ounce of his intact strength. Miren knew she couldn't afford to give him the least edge, otherwise he would flatten her out using his immense weight. The giant leaped as a rhino crushing against the incredible toughness of the vanadium arm of the strength queen whose defiant look seemed to ask for more. She even found enough power to launch a couple of attacks. Still the brute resisted and recovered, for Miren's despair and general delight, leveling out each time. The guys started to get excited with the battle and cheer up the sweat drenched teen, some three times smaller than the mountain of fat she bitterly fought with. I bet 100 for Brutus, said Brad making sure Miren would hear him, our strongteen is finished. Neither of them progressed for a good while but when people discussed a draw Brutus' arm started to tremble. That rose hums of amazement among the guys. Miren started to yell furiously shaking her head and showing her teeth, something really unique in the ice-minded young girl. Brad's spine froze watching the scene, bite by a mixture of admiration, envy and incredulity. Perhaps there was no limit to the strength that girl could muster. Brutus open his dribbling mouth as though somebody had shoot a gun on her back, and his huge arm collapsed booming on the table. Miren brutally thumped the table with her open hand and then, using the very last power remaining in her swollen body lifted her arms, worshipped by the army of committed strongmen. Who's next? she kidded. Nobody dared to laugh too loud, anyway. Early in the morning Thundra the cyber punk stars in one of the most popular children shows in TV. Watching her let the boys climb upon her body and lifting them with her grip-arms to throw them as straw piles on the thick pads of the TV studio nobody could anticipate her other side. In the evening she metamorphoses into a savage fighter. She's armwrestling standardweight world champion, but she doesn't refuse any other direct physical confrontation, and wrestlers nor boxers nor shootfighters can't get rid of her feared rides. She doesn't care about rules, she fights to terminate her rival. That's why very few athletes accept her challenges. One of these very few brave enough to face her is Nordic steel doll Deb the She-Viking. Married to strongman Magnus Magnusson, Deb regents a strip and strength club called the she-Viking, where she organizes strength shows intended to prove the colossal power she accumulates in her tiny gorgeous body. Coached by his husband, the curvaceous blonde, little on the 100 pd., was put into a strength training program scheduled for a man above 300. The girl absorbs every exercise and asks for more, declares Magnus at TV. Take care of that recording, said Magnus threatening the camera just with one finger, you're shooting next year world strongest man winner. Yes you got it right, I've registered her in the strongest man world event and considering her progression I'd better keep out of her way, myself. She's unstoppable. And to prove it next week she will have a trial against the Canadian team. Five events, five big guys, and you can be sure, she'll kick the Canadians ass. She transpires bare strength by every pore of her glorious hard body. To stress his remark Magnus, a huge bearded man whose chest is wider than the camera angle spreads his arms, each one as thick as a human trunk. Gorgeous Deb, who stands next to him wearing a golden microbikini slips her fitted arms behind his back and thighs, and getting a tight grip on his armpit and huge knees, lifts his immense body with a wide smile to the camera. Floating as a feather, mammoth size Magnus takes his power girl by her bullneck and kisses her lips in a long French kiss. His mass hides almost completely the blonde amazon, only her long nailed finger tips show off hooking the hundreds of pounds of meat with no sign of fatigue. The camera slips down on Deb's pure fiber legs and focuses on her tiny bare feet. The white plants ooze completely smashed against the hard platform by the immense load. The couple kiss each other furiously, and Deb, excited, flexes her calves. The toes hook digging into the platform, the cotton feet arch like a purring pussy and, effortless, the heels take off from the floor. Shocked by this last demonstration of power Miren diverts for a fraction of a second. Enough for Paul to lock her head and pulling her trapped leg with him turns to rest his whole weight on the girls neck, pinning her shoulders on the carpet. Got ya, you give? Miren curses and struggles with her only free leg, but Paul has all the leverage. Paul had wrestled Miren many times during the last few days and had found out the young wild cat could reverse the toughest pin. He didn't relax a single ounce his lock. Rather he plants one foot below Miren's ass cheek and jerks the girl's body onto her trapped head. Her neck creaked. Her own breasts smothered her. I give, she muttered. Paul slapped her hard buttocks. That makes 18-17 for me, your finished. No way daddy, tomorrow I'll rip your arms off. Next match no TV please, it distracts me. You should watch, she'll be your next opponent. I know her very well, she's beat me in a strength contest at her place. She's a monster locked into a day-dream body. Now the TV shows recorded images of gorgeous Deb harnessed pulling a truck in a sand pit under the heavy encouragement of Magnus who holds a chrono in his hand. It was one of the events in the strongman contest. Deb completes the pull and drops on the sand face first. She has beaten her own record by three secs. Magnus comes close and helps her to get rid off the harness, whose leather straps has left red sore marks on her iron body. He caresses her hurt chest rolling his palms onto her oozed breasts. Grinning she hugs him and drags his immense mass on top of hers. The camera discretely fades. Other shots showed Deb working out in the gym. Some weigh machines were no longer heavy enough for her routines even fully loaded, and a couple of bulky assistants made their best struggling to restrain the girl's limbs rep after rep to no avail. Do you feel ready for that beast, asked Paul, still panting, napping his soaked chest and throwing his towel to Miren, who as usual had recovered at light speed and was stretching an spagat on the carpet, drumming the floor with her dripping cunt. Miren lifted on her hands and twisted head down streaking solid push-ups on the air, keeping the balance with her short muscular legs stretched in a V. At 100 Paul lost count. That girl wasn't human. Bored, Miren broke her inverted handstand and regained an upside up position sit on the carpet, and pulled her feet close to her dilated sex. Exercise turns me on, we got two hours before Corinne was back from town. How many times do you reckon I can make you come in two hours. Paul filled her chest. We won't find out. The teen pouts her lips and sneers at the big man. Didn't you enjoy at Boston, was I too rude, perhaps? The horny girl tied up her own legs, stirring her thick toes. I told you I wouldn't like to hurt Corinne. She has received you here, she has introduced you into armwrestling, she is right now managing a new bout for you against world number two. Do you think she would deserve it. Besides... Besides what. Are you going to say you like her more than you like me? Go ahead, say it, I want to see your face lying. Look at here and say it. Paul scrapped his bulging pecs. Miren stood up and approached him. She caressed with her nails his belly. Just give me a chance. Let's see who can drive you crazy the most. She displayed a naughty grin and with her sweetest voice she said. Don't be afraid, she's an experienced lover and I'm just a girl. I shouldn't be able to beat her. Her lips arched and she slipped her fingers inside his pant and released his growing cock. Tapping its shaft with her tips she watched it engorge and lift. Then she squeezed it by its neck and pulled him upstairs. Miren was tough and narrow. She lied on her back grabbing her own legs behind the buckled knees and pulled them apart helping to lodge Paul's mammoth cock. The French stud, in his turn, bent backwards avoiding any contact with the steel kitten apart from the fierce genital battle. That was a quarrel between their sexual weapons in a test of toughness. Could Paul's iron-cast prong bleed young Miren's cunt to exhaustion or rather would be the muscle lined pussy of the hypergifted teen capable to smash his male pride tender. Apparently the more experienced fucker was pistoning and mauling the much smaller girl and she let him do, but in fact he could feel her nether throat generating waves of constriction and expansion that squeezed his malehood dry. He struggled to hold himself but the hungry vagina brought him to boil absorbing his jerks with no sign of weakness. After coming off by second time pumping wildly inside the devouring throat to no avail he realized direct confrontation against that sexual freak was committing suicide even for the megacock which had prevailed in so many intimate battles. So he stuck out his prong and took a rest. She didn't move, wrapping her own thighs and exhibiting her tireless sex fully open asking for more. Hey, I haven't started to enjoy yet, don't go away. I was beginning to feel a nice little heat. He knew she wanted to enrage him and, what was worse, she was succeeding. Sex to sex the vicious teen was able to strangle his heavyweight to dead. He hated to admit it but the girl could kick her ass in bed. In fact he was sure she could outlast Corinne herself screwing, but he wasn't going to give her the pleasure to hear that from his lips. There was a primitive sense of possession in Paul which linked him to Corinne beyond the frequent and intense affairs they both had, a sort of sexual brotherhood which lasted further than the infidelities. But something was unique with Miren. Although the girl was in love with him she didn't intend to break his heart but just to prove him she was the most powerful woman he could ever find. She used her power against his cock and wanted to conquer him by battering his manhood. As though she knew that proving him she was the better woman would carry on the rest behind. And she was quite right. Let's do the Caribbean crab, said Paul spinning on the Imperial-size bed to leave his head on the feet-edge and entwining Miren's solid legs with his own. He had tried that position occasionally since he had learnt it from a street bully who made her life robbing rich tourists in the night clubs of Freetown, but he had lost hope to find some girl able to delete his fantastic remembrance of the Jamaican tropical storm. Potent Miren had proved to defy his full erotic wisdom to get satisfied. So he decided to resort to the old Caribbean memory. If she could take that without coming he would definitely surrender. Lying both upwards they grabbed each other's feet and pulled their crotches together, absorbing Paul's everhardened manhood inside her starved pussy and turning on the mixer. Abdominal motion is all Caribbean crab was about, and the quiet female strength champ arose as an unexpected champ of horizontal belly dance as well. Her delicate waist provided an ideal flexibility to her bulky thunder-hips which seemed endowed with a frenetic independent life, swallowing and hammering with brutality whereas her hairdress didn't even move. Paul talked to keep his mind distracted, but she didn't reply, fully concentrated in keeping the mad pace of her abdominal stirrer. She used her thumb nails to bury deep into the most sensitive points in Paul's feet plants. She had never been in China, but she elicited an intuitive thorough knowledge on erogenous zones and how to treat them. She knew he struggled to retard his climax, and showed no pity. Paul's cock head flapped her clit, slipped into and thumped the deepest wall enervation of her nether throat making her feel the pleasure surges from teeth to toes. Still she was a fighter and could cope, endure and battle till he faltered. Fucking was great, but making Paul and his immense pride about his supreme love making melt between her thighs was heaven. Paul's tough cock struggled to hold his sperm to no avail. Her living cunt squeezed out his shaft with power beyond human resistance. Paul's grip on her feet got stiff. She knew then that he couldn't hold it longer, and sought a convincing prove of supremacy making him come just liking his toes. She enjoyed his moaning feeling his hot geyser filling her pussy and running over, and only then she allowed her boiling body to take the price it deserved, letting her own intimate stream to overflow. You think I match your Lioness? she asked when he had crawled back to rest his head on the pillow, next to hers, completely groggy. She wanted to hear him saying she was a better lover than the many others, climbing up in his long ranking. I think you could bring a tough mama to exhaustion with your little finger. She turned to him and rose leaning on her elbow. You think so, she chanted gliding with her finger tips on his wet forehead. I wouldn't mind to try for you some day. You could wrap my hands except for this little one and leave me alone with one of your large girlfriends. You could stay to see what happens. Her finger glided on his lips and probed in between. She deserves a good lesson, felt Paul. So he thought on the filthiest slut he knew, which was a closely disputed privilege. Bianca came to his mind. She had been on wrestling in her early days but her natural trends pulled her supreme body towards competitive sex. Paul has challenged her a couple of times. The first time he defied Bianca's claim that no man could stand on his foot for one hour to her brutal blow job. To prove it she had knocked down a huge black guy sucking blood out of his cock after 50 min. of mouth pumping. In front of a privileged audience in a private club Paul's cock took Bianca's oral punishment for 1 h 20 before his knees buckled. Bianca took her revenge in their second battle, a no time limit hands only that put the French stud out after its cock had spitted for 20 astonishing times. Showered in semen Bianca grunted her win clenching her fists and strolling around to exhibit her overworked but victorious pussy to the hauling watchers. Let's do something, said Paul to the girl as she wiped her cunt with a silk tissue. Next weekend Corinne is touring at Vegas. I will invite a very experienced friend of mine and you will compete to find who can make the other come the first. Best of three wins. That will take you down a peg. The TV screen, the pictures on the wall and the whole shuttle turned as an infernal merry-go-round. Miren was squeezing his head so hard he felt her hand was bending his skull bone inwards. No chance at all for the blood to break the girl's hold and reach his brain. With his last strength he stuck his thumbs in the girls wrists. He knew it had to be extremely painful but her vise didn't yield, it rather hardened if humanly possible. Starlight dazzled his view and he couldn't but see separate images like shots in an ancient black and white film. The remaining of his consciousness froze his blood as he realized he wanted to submit but his voice couldn't be heard anymore. Sat on his back Miren tightened her infernal sleeper hold. She seemed so determined in her exertion she didn't realize her own mighty power was threatening Paul's life. Suddenly she felt his neck soft and darted her arms away his head. She stood arms spread in cross as his inanimate head rebounded on the carpet. She let that immense pile of softened muscle roll on the back. His open eyes went white for an instant but soon his pupils showed off again. He released a sort of snort. Sitting on his chest Miren slapped his groggy face, worried about him. But as soon as she made sure he was alive she grabbed his ears and swayed. I beat you, big man, that makes 18 all. Are you ready for a last double value fall to decide the final winner, or do you want to take a rest to pee, daddy. Fortunately for the battered strongman something in the TV attracted the attention of the young muscle-grinder lady. It was a report on the challenge between Deb and the Strongman Canadian team. The images showed an euphoric she-Viking with her luscious body sculptured by the effort, drenched in sweat and imprisoned in the leather straps of a rough harness fitted straight onto her pale skin. She bellowed and rolled her fists in the air while a large guy with a more protective clothing under the harness panted on all fours. The truck pulling had been the fifth and last event and she had beaten the Canadian by a hair on the line of arrival to take an astonishing 3-2 win on the five big men. Well, in fact there were four men and a fifth athlete from Vancouver who was registered as a woman, though her look didn't remove the doubts. Deb had in fact kicked the ass of the two first Canadians in the barrel loading and the overhead stone lift events, but she had paid her effort losing to the Vancouver she-hulk in the Thor hammer throw and losing again due to poor ax technique in the trunk cutting event. Therefore the truck pulling would decide. Magnus asked for a 30 min. extra breather for his fighter. After a brief debate the judges decided not to prolong the official 30 min. rest among events. Eventually that was beneficial for the Nordic team, since acted as an injection of fury into Deb's overdone muscles which renewed her prodigious strength. The Canadian puller was almost 4 times heavier than her, but in the last meters the enraged she-Viking offset his edge and in an end of heart stroke she overtook him over the endline to win the challenge. Magnus trotted his humanity on the sand and jumped on her woman, who caught his immense body and hugged it as a little baby, despite the colossal effort she had just delivered. Watching the scene, Miren wrapped her biceps with her own hands. Her arms boiled in desire, anxious for wrestling that beauty-contest type strength freak. Are you happy with your new man- asked Miren from the rear sit. Is he better than me in the bed? He's good enough, answered the boxer as she drove Miren to the Palladium for the photo session. Are you doing something tonight? Perhaps we could recall some of our meetings. I dated him, answered Isa bitterly lifting her chin. Deb and Magnus were already there, and the photographers boozed around the gorgeous stripper who was strutting with a golden one piece sort of swimming suit a few inches wide on the crotch and dividing upwards into two skimpy straps which covered not much more than the breast nipples and was mostly non existent in the rear, buried between her solid buttocks. Wearing her classical outfit, silver wrestling boots, V shaped micropanties and ultratight tank top Miren's appearance drew the army of photographers and curious towards her. A smart man from the circuit's board called her to join the She-Viking and shake hands. Hands on hips the iron teen stood in front of the gorgeous stripper. Deb looked fresh and easy, grinning to the photographers, yet sparks lightened when their eyes clashed. The organizer insisted in his pretension to shake hands. Deb brought hers forth. For general delight Miren wrapped it. The youngest girl expected her rival to squeeze or pull or try any sort of test of strength, yet Deb's hand looked amazingly soft and delicate inside hers. Hardly to recognize the woman who had defeated the Canadian strongmen team. Their two bodies glowed shelled by the flashes. Still locked, the man asked then to flex their free arms. Looking to the cameras they both did. Miren's arm was more ponderous and bulky, but when Deb flexed her fitness model type, a huge rock whose size could made the envy of the best bodybuilder grew inside threatening her silky skin to rip off. The picture will appear everywhere next week above the legend. Professional armwrestling, standard weight bout. The clash of the steel beauties: world number two gorgeous Deb the She-Viking versus challenger Miren the Strength-Queen. The Palladium, December the 20th. Below came the sponsors and in lower case three other preliminary matches with other weight classes and an amateur celebrities bout between two rival female politicians with founds destined to charity. The wrestlers were called to be weighed. Deb climbed to the scale first, standing on her toe tips and pulling up the strap of her outfit with one fist on her belly, as though she would want to lift herself. The fabric stretched to transparency, pressing tighter her soft parts, with her shaved crotch flesh oozing by both sides. Isa helped Miren to get rid of her boots. The young girl stamped her white feet on the scale, making the display flash crazy. She turned to the journalists and stroke an open handed double biceps. Hugged to Magnus Deb sighted. Very rarely her opponents attracted more flashes than herself. When Miren passed by the blonde stopped her with a hand on her shoulder. Miren's heart jolted and her body strained under Deb's fingers, falsely delicate. The Nordic beauty smiled relaxed. I saw your bout with the red-haired ox and I was ravish you licked her. You proved to have real power. I'm willing to test your strength, I'm sure you will give me a great match. I'm fed up of pinning macho muscle bags down, I adore tough little girls. Then she caressed the tense neck of the surprised teen and bringing her mouth forth she warmly kissed her, till Miren's lips got loose and relaxed by the thorough massage of Deb's. Back at Isa's car her lips still burnt with the spicy taste of the Nordic Valkyrie. She spread her legs quivering as her engorged labia unstuck each other. How's you're new man. I can't imagine what that guy can have to make you change your mind and your tendencies. None of your business, replied the boxer, still if you really want to meet him we're having a picnic tomorrow with some other friend boxers. We are planning a bear hug contest as well. You're very welcome to came. On the grass of the woodlands the group was jogging and stretching making ready for the hugfest. There was Isa and his new partner, a bald trunk-like guy with no eyebrows or hair whatever on his body. And Miren could guarantee that point because his tiny speedo just could hardly wrap his ample male package. He was taller than Isa but perhaps 50 pd heavier. Not a single ounce of fat, just compact fiber on his weird frame: narrow shoulders, short arms each thicker than Miren's waist, tiny hips and immense thighs which he could hardly separate when he walked. Not exactly a model type making the cover in a men fashion magazine, but a guy who one could imagine stepping through a brick wall unperturbed. There was another couple, a blonde male boxer with huge chest and ridicule chicken legs and his girl friend, an amateur weight lifter called Nina who looked very young and was still younger. She was a red-haired lass with short hair, round face and big eyes, whose legs seemed to easily beat a draught horse. Then there was Greg, the Physics student. As she took of her shirt and made her muscles tremble Miren prayed to be matched with Isa's boyfriend. Greg wrote the names in pieces of paper, folded them and offered Miren to take two. The girl read out: Me. Then she took another. Otto, Isa's boyfriend, frowned the lipless edge of his mouth. ...Isa. The girls locked eyes as Greg went on with the pairing. Nina, the red-haired carthorse faced Greg, who didn't ever took off his pullover. She wore a white lace bra which pressed her round tits together. Showing her deep hairy armpits she offered the less athletic guy to clamp her. Greg approached and crashed his chest against the more solid girl's torso, and then wrapped her arms around carefully entwining his fingers on her back. Make ready mammoth, I'm gonna put you down. With a blow he poured, burying his nose just above her right breast. His neck got purple and his eyes watered. Hands up, Nina gritted her teeth, looking down to Greg's head, taunting him. Isa and Otto, sat on their ankles, cheered Greg, chanting his name together. He had indeed chosen the right place to hurt Nina's ribs with his forearms, but the weight lifter chest was clearly too tough for his desperate attempts. He loosed for an instant took a deep breath and launched a new attack. He spurted so hard he even was able to slightly lift big Nina in the air but soon he fatigued and the feet of the overgrown red-haired child touched ground again. As he yielded panting, Nina placed her hands at both sides of Greg's ribbox and mustered her colossal strength. Greg's ribs bent and he immediately yelled his surrender. The two muscle boys pressed chest to chest lying cheek to cheek in a sort of romantic power dance. Isa placed their arms one straight on his rival chest and the other around his rival's arm, to avoid initial advantages. The grappling bulls squeezed each other in a rude battle of breast toughness. With alternating lifts and waist rolls, testing the less bulletproofed parts of the opponent torsos. Isa and Nina circled their fight cocks rolling her fists and supporting their grunting men. Their bodies soon become sweat drenched and sleepy. Otto had lowered his clamp to a vicious gut bursting hug on his taller rival. His left hand pulled from his right wrist bursting his rival's innards to pieces till the moaning blond felt on his knees. Isa saluted the move with a eardrum piercing squeal. Nina bowed to her guy and tried unsuccessfully to inoculate him some courage. Bending backwards, Otto lifted him on the air, threw his ample chest on his own marble torso and clamped him by under his armpits, pouring so hard, the blonde guy's body released a windpipe whistle as all the air was squeezed out of his lungs, followed by a dreadful crack. Nina rushed on hammering the bald monster trunk-thick arms till he released his rival whose inert body thumped the grass. Nina recriminated his violence but Isa wrapped his warm chest and kissed him. Isa had been seriously working out with weights since the last time we had met, adding several pounds of muscle to her athletic frame. Their arms in particular were more solid than ever. Clearly she didn't look for definition but raw power. She looked thick and dense. Lifting her guns she offered me to take the initiative. I tied up her chest and pulled her body till her meaty neck baffled my mouth. This is gonna hurt honey, I warned her, and then I turned on my musculature constricting her as a python. She released an unwitting moan of surprise but kept her arms away, defiant. Rolling my wrists I switched from a back breaker to a rib bending. She puffed. Doubt invaded her mind, undermining her will. I felt yet her huge deltoids separating my forearms. She had definitely grown bigger and stronger since the time of our playful contests. I moved down to a gut wrench, digging with my knuckles in her kidney. I did hurt her this time. Her face decomposes and she slaps my arm. I immediately release her and resting my arms on my head offer my chest to her trial. She ventilates her sculptural torso and slightly bends her knees to slip her constricting limbs just below my armpits. She grabs her own hand and pours out. Her arms burst swollen with her new massive muscle. She didn't pull up but the squeeze is so tough her immense stretched biceps lift me from the air. I lose breath and I'd swear my crushed heart has no more room to hoot. With fluttering shut eyes I see lights. My legs kick the air against my will. I slap her muscle padded side. Its my turn and she waits for me to leap, but I can hardly breath She isn't in much better condition. It's a draw, states Nina. No they both are out, they can't go on, said Otto, this is between you and me now, little friend. Hang! I shout. Nothing in the world will prevent me from wrestling Otto. I don't intend to come back with Isa but I must prove her she can't find a tougher partner. I size Isa's body with my hands. She's bare chested thinking that will take some strength out from me. She's correct. I cup her breasts and squeeze releasing my strength slowly. I don't want to hurt her, just to remember her what my hands can do with her. That's not allowed, protested Otto. Shut up stupid, I'm not hurting her... yet. I charge like a bull taking cinching her lower rips. In an impressive display of reflexes, honoring her pugilist background, she manages to slip her hands under my forearms and wrap my upper waist as well. We both pull crashing our bellies. The smash is not right square and my right hip bone shatters her left. We both have probably smithereened each other. No matter. She knows by that time I won't give up, and I have to admit Isa is not a type easy to daunt. Pulling up her bigger arms she's trying to break my hug. She cannot but she is able to counteract most of my wrench power. Seeing I cant hurt her I open my arms. She darts her terrific biceps back to my armpits and in a split of a second she gets me in the air, my ribbox reduced to a fraction of her normal capacity. Otto praises his girl and claims she has beat me. He's not far from truth. As I fade my pussy drips acknowledging how powerful my former lover has got. By second time in our many confrontations I feel Isa dominating me. First time was our early wrist wrestling match at the hotel room. Second time is now. And the more intense is the conscience she's overpowering the more I desire her. She pulls up her immense thigh and rubbers my wet cunt. If she makes me come with my lungs constricted I will definitely pass away, and she knows it. I wrap her with my legs and scissors her mid section. I se in her face she didn't expect it. Her gleaming joy freezes as she realizes I'm not done yet. then surprise is exchanged by sufferance and eventually despair. Her biceps are huge, my thighs are immense, I can burst a foot ball between then. she cries. Otto pathetically tries to support her suffering girl. Then he surrenders for her. I jump on my feet and grab Isa's neck, who bows, released by my thighs and leans her forehead on my shoulder. I caress her neck and kiss her cheek. After all she had stood on her feet. I couldn't put her down. Otto and Nina circled, palming up on each other's shoulder looking for an aperture to take the lethal clamp. They trade some imperfect hugs pouring and squeezing for supremacy. Their chests snap and rebound. Each brutal crash leaves sore traces on Nina's breasts, tightened by the immaculate white lace lingerie. Otto's torso seems armor-platted, but young tough Nina didn't refuse the tackles and shoulder blocks. Her big eyed shyly face doesn't fit with her body of a beast of burden. I sit next to Greg, whose crotch is soaked after watching my bout against Isa. I see you enjoyed, Einstein. His face flushes light red. What do you think of these two. Who would you put your money on? Eeeh, I believe Otto is just to hard for Nina. She's as strong as him, I'd probably bet for her for an armwrestling match, but his body is harder, and that counts here. I prayed he were right. In fact he had forgotten a second edge in Otto's favor: experience. Young Nina has the potential to melt a bronze inside her arms, but she was very naive and spoiled huge amounts of strength in impossible hugs on the trunk man. He in turn knew very well how to hurt the young girl. He chained a side bone crusher with a stomach claw from behind that made big Nina's knees buckle, coughing and spiting something nasty. He spin on her back and took and inverted huge, lifting her head down. He poured with his mighty arms flattening her chest out. Then he felt on his back and scissored her head, twisting her neck trapped among the Greek temple columns. Nina clutched his knees. She spent out streams of power trying to avoid her legs to snap her neck, and not much left to defend her crushed torso from his trunk arms. Fists in the air Isa hopped bouncing her tits. You got her, dear, go finish her. A bit scared by his friend's excitement the blonde guy crawled close to her girl's trapped head and shyly muttered. Should you give, darling. He can hurt you. Roaring like a lioness Nina stamped her heels on the grass were she reckoned Otto's head was, with no success. He rolled her on her belly, preventing her from further kicking and tightened her lethal double squeeze. Moaning, Nina surrenders. I darted up, my chance had eventually come to face the trunk man. Isa wiped his glowing body with her large hands, draining the sweat out of his dense muscle chords. Her big fingers slipped inside the speedo, wrapping and fixing his more than generous malehood. He grinned. After finishing your former chick I'm gonna give you the greatest screw you've ever dared to imagine. As a result of Isa's hand job the black speedo could no longer reach his belly. I flicked my arms on my back and unbuttoned my bra releasing my pressed titties. Things got serious. Whatever happen, please don't interrupt us, I said to Isa, yet watching Otto who circled me with grappling hands, I want no doubt remaining after this match who has the tougher body. Otto feinted a couple of times and then fooled me with a real side clamp that makes me loose my feet. How come such weirdo could be that fast? We rolled on the grass tied, pouring and pumping away on each other. There are no neat hugs, just a trade of wrench and squeeze series, joined in an endless clinch. Momentary I got him under my armpit and my forearm crushes her opposite side. I pull from my wrist as a fool, seeing the mask of sufferance in the big man face. He suffers under my power. His legs wave uncertainly. I taunts caressing with my lips in his ear, seeking psychological destruction as much as physical. I'm scoring at the expenses of his ribs. I'm weakening him. I read what's he thinking. A teen girl can't be that strong, always the some old tune. I could finish him but I stand up to watch him knocked down. he pulls his humanity up and charges as a rhino. I yield four yards in the subsequent struggle. We cinch each other. He has me by the waist, I have him by the chest. As he squeezes he hauls me. My reach is just enough to hook my fingertips and squeeze. As her torso shrinks under my power I can interlace the whole fists. He can't breath no more, he yields and my feet touch again the grass. We charge against each. My legs outmuscle his and I force him to backpedal. He's cute and doesn't waste his energy in the pulling contest, rather working with his trunk arms on my narrow waist. His fists snap my spine and his forearms bend my lower ribs inwards. Can he hold the breath longer than I can take the pain? My legs quiver. He turns the tide and pulls on trying to run over me. My buttocks bulge but I can't quite stop his immense mass. As he slowly overpowers me he gains leverage for his back breaking clamp. I definitely underestimated him. Isa insults me she says ugly things about vanity and pride. I can't bother about it. I have my spine under an unbearable pressure. In the exertion he dribbles on my face. His saliva is warm and smelly. I collapse on my knees. That makes Isa ravish. Otto is now in complete control of my torso, and uses his weight to increase the pressure on my backbone. We pump away on each other. He's on top of me and his breasts are smothering me. Perhaps he deserves Isa more than myself. Something deep inside my soul reveals against the idea of surrender. I stamp one foot on the grass. Have I said I'm third world's strongest person under 160 pd.? I keep on forgetting. I lift him enough to regain on my feet. He can't pour that hard anymore. At the end of the day he's human and needs oxygen. I have crushed her chest so much now I can reach my wrist with my other hand. That makes more leverage. His body approximates now a figure 8, with my arms bending his torso. He's dizzy, I can feel it because his vanquished chin taps my head falling side to side. I don't want him to collapse yet, I want total humiliation. Isa is quiet when I release him and push him away. He staggers and bows leaning hands on knees, panting. I approach him with my hands on my head and offer him my bare chest for his delicate guns. He steps back as though my tits had high voltage electricity. I even got time to take a glance to Greg who is dehydrating himself through his hard penis. I run my hands down my body and ask. To tough for your taste perhaps. He spreads her limbs and roars as a hairless bear, brings back his arms and throws them around my bare chest. He sweeps the wind out of my lungs. She got me in the air again. Pretty strong guy, I have to strain hard to hold his clamp. He's squandering his last energy in a sustained grip my chest can take. I could wait for him to got exhausted but I choose an emphatic finale. I place the heels of my hands just below his armpits, rubbing to house my handbones in the cavity. Then I flex my pecs. My tits jolt as my hands bury into his ribbox. He squeals dreadfully. Isa shrugs her nose. Otto shouts surrender but I pretend not to hear him. I try my best to flatten his ribbox from his side, but I cannot burst his bones, just by a hair. I leave him writhing in pain on the grass like an ugly fetus. In fact he's completely hairless. I wave to Nina and her boyfriend and leave. Greg runs after me with my clothing. He drives me to his place. I'm deadly thirsty and he can still pour a couple of orgasms out of his skinned cock. Then he takes a mare-size dildo and battles me till I snap his gadget. I'm still hungry. His bed has a metallic frame with two pommel-sized thick balls on the top of the bars. I bet him my pussy is so hungry that can swallow one of those. The bastard takes the bet and spreads his last drops of semen on the ball. I press my pussy on the ball, slip eight fingers inside and pull my labia apart as I rest my weight on the ball. Battling with the most sharp and pleasant pain I felt in ages my iron fingers tore off my vulva to a huge width. One third of the cold metallic ball had disappeared inside my crotch, still its maximum diameter was beating me. I lacked leverage to thrust downwards, so I asked Greg to climb on my shoulders. He isn't a giant but his weight did help. I had so much tension in my pussy I couldn't take my fingers, trapped by the hyperstretched vaginal walls. The polished metal thumped against my clit, crashing it against my hipbone. I came off by first time. The burning liquids helped in the swallowing process. I lodged the widest part of the ball in and could release my fingers. Now I could clutch the bar and thrust the ball deeper in till it completely disappeared engulfed by my dripping cunt. It could be seen though as a conspicuous round bundle stretching out the pale skin of my lower belly. Greg, his eyes as plates, pressed his hand on my belly to feel the hard sphere. As the ball got warm and lubricated I rubbed it up and down my destroyed pussy. I pumped and came off a couple of times. Unlike a cock I couldn't make it spit to surrender, so I thought of a new challenge. Firming my grip on the bar I started to squeeze and pump harder and harder. My most intimate muscles smashed the thick metal testing its toughness. I bent backwards turning my pumping lower body into a paper press, then into a stone grind, then into a constricting snake. the ball could take it all. I lost count of my climaxes, but grew determined my pussy will finish that piece of metal. Sticking it deeper and deeper I impaled myself on the bar. The ball crushed my innards but I could reach the floor with my toe tips first and my feet later. Once leverage had been gained, grunting, struggling to cope with the pain I twisted the bar with my mighty pussy. the metal creaked inside my muscle lined nether throat. Yelling I wrenched and tugged the bending metal I started to come when the bar yielded and I didn't stop spurting till 3 min. later, when with a crack the metal couldn't take my vaginal strength no longer and surrenders splitting and yielding the big ball to my devouring pussy. Exhausted I hugged Greg and smashed him on the bed. I was asleep before his body touched the mattress. Paul knotted his titanic arms and pumped on her sinewy frame. He had her in a 3/4 hyperpainful clamp that bent and flattened her ribs at once. As he mighty poured his sternum ripped off her left tit and at the other side of her torso, completely wrapped by his immense oozing biceps, his forearm bones crushed their way inside her lungs. Beyond the pain, the iron teen struggled against the veil of dazeness which numbed her senses. Paul flicked his toes reaching a controlling position on top of the smashed girl and adding extra leveraged to his finisher. The strongteen stopped him cold by extending her shapely right arm on the carpet. Paul couldn't help to admire the beautifully strained feminine limb absorbing all the power his legs were releasing in his attempt to outmuscle her and throww the added weight of both melted bodies on her neck. The girl's eyelids fluttered and the exertion took a full-throated moan out of her. After so many private grudge wrestling bouts Paul has learnt to identify the minor signs of weakness in the little powerhouse. That lowpitched moan was one, and the soft tumescent look her drenched cheeks exhibited was another. Not even in his maddest dreams the muscle hunk could have imagined he was going to be setting out a contest for physical supremacy against a 16 yo girl with a bear hug challenge. And the point was they were tied 18 all and the chest fight had double value. The valiant girl had gone really far, squeezing 18 defeats out of his muscles, feared and respected worldwide in the wrestling arenas. But her adventure was coming to an end as he wrenched and worked on her torso squeezing the vital oxygen away. To her credit she battled once more as a wildcat. Better as a cute brained wildcat, as she never panicqued or lost her temper, masterminding her explosive rage and her immense pride and turning them into hundreds of pounds of bare strength poured through her fantastic limbs. Still leaning on her right arm to counteract Paul's charge, she darted up her left claw clamping it on his chin as a vanadium cradle. Instantly Paul knew he was in trouble and cursed, but the worse was to come. The worse was the strength that little beast could deliver. Paul's neck, nearly as thick as Miren's waist if not more, yielded as jelly under the might of her upper body. His throat bulged out pocking his suffocated skin, and his collar bones creacked. The single armed power teen was outmuscling his hug. He didn't risk his neck and yielded. Miren recalled a feeling she had almost forgotten, fresh air in her lungs. How good it was. They both stood up and circled eachother tracing threatening paths with their grabblers already. Steaming sweat run down Miren's neck and dripped from her hanging breasts.Targeting his midriff Miren lept. He had a fraction to dodge and turn going for a shoulderblock against the launched train engine. The crash made the whole shuttle tremble. Lighter Miren's body spin around and the momentum made her go down to one knee. Something had cracked inside her shoulder. Do you abandon, asked Paul. She darted on her feet and they circled again. Her guard was now single handed, as the pain in her shoulder had soilidified the joint and she was no longer capable to lift her arm. You should leave it, said Paul, yet keeping his guard. Miren replied with a new leap, but a bit too slow. He could sidestep and tuckle her as she passed by, knocking her down on her injuried shoulder with him on top. At light speed he spin on her and cinched her chest inverted, hauling her head down. The air blowed away wistling through Miren's teeth as the big strongman poured, crunching her inverted body. She was totally defenseless, receiving the hug of a man over 200 pds who was a strength athlete. He squeezed the blood down to her head, she felt it was going to pop out her eyeballs and squirt away. Paul secured the hold and brought it to boil, increasing the pressure smoothly but endlessly. Each time the girl dominated the suffrance and kept the idea of submission away he proved he could squeeze even harder. It was a psychobattle as well as a carnage rude and lengthy. After ages of brutal increasing pumping Paul's strength reached its top. He peeled his lips not understanding why the girls body didn't burst among his guns. But after so lengthy a career as a grudge wrestler, there were more pages in his book of tricks to come. His chin dug deep into her crotch. Miren squealed. So, she's human, great news. He knew with sadistic accurateness the exact point in her crotch were he could hurt her the most yet avoiding a head scissors. He curved in her pelvic bone mauling bundles of nerves from the most intimate parts of the brave girl. Now the icing, he anounced spreading his gams. Miren had just time to strain her neck as she suffered the dreadful piledriver. He pushed away her limp body and kicked to roll her on her back and see her face. She was conscious. Moreover, she stirred, turned and lifted herself on all fours. Hang, you haven't finished me yet. I want to go on. Paul shook his head astonished. It was just imposible she could stand up after taking such a lick. He didn't know more than four or five wrestlers in the world who could lift up after being battered so badly, and they were all about 300 pds. Miren buckled a white knee up and planted one tiny foot on the carpet. She had leather straps circling her wide ankles. Her milky toes were short and meaty, almost nail-less. Her thigh trembled slightly but did strain pulling up her magnificent ponderous body. Drenched in sweat, the girl hooked the straps of her minuscule panty, wrenched up sticking it among her buns, and challenged Paul. Go ahead, daddy, there's a work to be done. Paul backpedaled, just to witness the prodigee of watching the battered girl walk on. She aerated her lungs and blew through her narrow nostrils, there was no speed left in her chasis, so lifting her swollen arms she went for an all power chest to chest war. Paul imitated her eagle stance and their bossoms clashed. They didn't rush to cinch each other, seeking the optimal most destructive clamp. Miren felt his hard-on sticking in her belly, Paul felt her warm face pressing against his huge pecs. They both had chosen to attack each other lower ribs with a kidney crusher. Paul had his fingers entwined and squeezed using his back muscles. Miren had her fists clutched and used her shorter arms in a rolling technique, twisting her fists and shortening the perimeter of her hold. Finding he couldn't outmuscle the strongteen Paul wet his pants. There were no swaying or wrenching, just a long relentless test of body resistance and squeezing power whose intensity was betrayed by occasional grunts coming from both wrestlers. To Paul astonishment the girl even had strength enough to push him. He strained his legs and stopped her progression. But then came the ultimate display of strength by the gorgeous teen. Ending her effective roll technique, which had got tears of pain away Paul's eyes, she passed to a frontal gut buster in demolishing combination with a forearm backbone- cracker, and aiming to kill any remaining doubts about who the stronger was she bent backwards hauling big Paul on the air. Paul toes flicked seeking stability to no avail. As his back snapped his legs felt limp and his hug loosed. Miren unburied her face off his muscles and looked up to see how he would look defeated by her sinewy little arms. He didn't took her eyes and turned away to hide his impotence. After the physical mauling Miren bruised his ego to complete humiliation keeping him hovering under her control for a long while till her spitting pussy stop skirting. The monster climax was so intense she had no time to release him and she collapsed below him on the carpet. Bianca had spent more time of her adult life fucking than doing everything else. She now ruled a place downtown for competitive sex which allowed her to keep fit. When Paul came down there she was having her body licked by the vertiginous tongues of four almost preteen Asian girls. Her fingers brushed the smooth black grass of two of them at once till they yelled as mice almost synchronically as they cum and got eliminated. Not rushed, Bianca gave time to the two survivors to make clear their tongues couldn't break her self-control and as soon as she fancied she made them both cum using her thumb nails. With a silky gown she received Paul in the camerino. When she heard Paul's proposition her laugh made the whole club quake. Next day Paul introduced Bianca to Miren. She was a sophisticate brunette with ironed shining coal hair cut sharp just brushing her wide shoulders. She had long nails painted in black and smoked from a boquilla. Miren wasn't surprised with what she saw under the fur coat. Under Paul's close watch they knelt on the Imperial bed and naked each other. Bianca went on smoking, her teeth however remarkably white, and the smoke didn't prevent her from trying to psyche young Miren while she took off every piece of her fit. Then clapping her nails the ultimate vixxen muttered to her young strained rival. Now please go to pee, I hate getting my hands washed with that chlorinated shower as soon as I get to the pelvic bundle. Miren hesitated. Her blade protruded her velvet belly and she felt a (picor) in her vagina. So she got up and standing on the edge of the bed spread her legs appart. Bring me a () she asked. Paul obbeyed. She asked him to put it on the floor and pulling her pelvis forth, hands on hips, she filled the () with a long, abundant, orange flow, with out misleading a single drop. She grinnned at Paul's reaction and stayed like that after finishing. A final golden pearl entanggled into her pubic hear. Paul's neck (se erizo) and his tonge (chasqueo) inside his mouth. Back on her knees, the girl faced Bianca an leaned her head inquisitively. They started out with a face to face breast brushing. Miren used a gentle nail grazing technique, while Bianca went straight for a thorough massage including nipple pinching. The young girl delicatessen seemed poorly effective in contrast with Bianca's brutality, but soon the elder woman's nipples grew finger thick betraying her sensitivity to Miren's strokes. She released Miren's breasts and smashed her cigarette in an ashtray pushing it against the metal many more times than necessary, like a jackhammer. I see you were right, Paul, this baby needs full job. Dragging her legs on the sheets, Bianca closed up and bowed for a licking number. Pulling her hair off her forehead Miren calmly bent back, giving the woman's tongue full access to her upper body. Bianca worked up from her nipples to her neck, and then grabbing one of the girl's powerful arms stretched it out, breaking through her armpit. Miren's vulva accused the strike. Bianca was wisely licking the roots of her armpit tuft with an incredibly long and narrow tongue tip. The girl's sex blossomed out. Fighting back, Miren let her nails slide on Bianca's back along her spine. Again what initially looked a naive move she skillfully repeated it turning into an unbearable electric current which spread along Bianca's skin with a warmth surge. Bianca began to lose her temper. That bloody child with her flying nails, diving into deep neuralgic places was stealing her the control of her own muscles. Paul accommodate in the armchair and gulped some spirit, enjoying the battle. The warriors charged against each other, evolving on the Imperial bed as two fighting snakes. At once the positions fixed. They hugged each other's hips using their hands to keep the legs spread and dug their faces in the opponent's cunt. The position looked a bit unbalanced since bigger Bianca had come out on top and her lethal thighs pressed smaller Miren's cheeks. They traded licks and sucking methodically and accurately first, wildly and frenetically later. Bianca put on all she had which was a lot; swinging, hammering, vibrato, teeth pin with tongue tip crush, lip to lip suction and even a nose technique she had picked up in India. Honoring her origin, Miren acted as a pelota court, bringing back each strike faster and stronger. Soon it become clear that none of them will release its prey till it spit. Miren's tongue was close to outlast mighty Bianca's. The elder woman lost pace and brought her face out off Miren's cunt to breath. Her pretty pale face was covered by a white foam. Encouraged by the signs of weakness in her rival, Miren redoubled her hard blow job. She had now suckled a good portion of Bianca's vaginal wall inside her mouth and undermined her clit with her powerful tongue. Bianca puffed as her sex contracted uncontrollably in the threshold of an orgasm. In despair she bites Miren's clit. Much to her surprise the young stronggirl takes the strike and continues her devastating mouth work. Bianca grunted and shrieked as she undergoes a more painful than pleasant climax. Miren rolled on her belly and knelt again on the mattress ready for next round. Bianca took some time for recovery. Paul had finished the whole bottle. Watching Miren perform on the bed was new and exciting, She showed such superiority that he had to stress in her mind the point that the teen was facing Bianca, a senior sex athlete. Passing to a sitting stance Miren and Bianca entwined their legs and pressed crotch to crotch. Leaning on their hands, they thrust her hips forth battling with her clits inserted inside each other's vulva. Miren's long hair felt free as she faced the ceiling fully concentrated in moving just her lower body in back-forth and circular alternatives. Their crotch bones hammered each other with violence, sounding as two stones crashing. At once they slightly retreated and after a brief breathing leaned forth breast to breast and slipped their hands between the opponent thighs. What came next was a real carnage. Bianca was determined to let her clit be ripped off before conceding again to the indestructible iron girl. She used her long big fingers as pliers, and Miren at last started to show some signs of lack of control. So then the cute teen changed tactics and refusing the tough trade of clit pinching resorted again to gentle graze with her sharp nails made of steel. Bianca got frenzied twisting and tugging the girl's clit to no avail, while her nether throat fumed again stimulated by the unbearable caresses of the teenager. She still struggled a good while but finally gave up and let her abused body drop back on the bed as it contracted stroke by her second orgasm. Miren make it last to insure a deepest impression in Paul's mind. Although they had planned the challenge to three comes, Bianca didn't feel capable to rally and conceded. Miren wasn't happy and asked her for a last test. Bianca shivered expecting the worse, but her pride and fame stuck her to the bed. The young girl grabbed the elder big woman as a puppet and placed her lying on her elbows with her left leg turned aside and her right semiflexed, leaning her foot on Miren's crotch. She then made the same. So they were going for a toe challenge. Bianca's eyes recovered the brightness of a sharp knife, that was one of her favorites, the girl probably ignored she could play a tune on the piano with her toes. Paul smiled. Indeed Bianca's long toes manipulated Miren's lips and clit as actual hands, easily putting her on the verge of orgasm, since the girls thick foot, endowed with short round toes didn't make much damage on Bianca's twice battered cunt. Bianca dominated trapping Miren's clit between her two biggest toes and making her foot wave pulling the hypersensitive part as a frantic dancer. Shrugging her nose Miren took it all. She couldn't believe it. Now the girl had suddenly learnt and catch up. She used the soft pad of her big toe to gently crush Bianca's clit and with a flap move which made the raven dominatrix watch to check that it was a foot what was fucking her to pieces, brought her to climax by third time for an humiliating three-nil defeat. Fixing up the remaining of her proud, panting Bianca clawed up her clothing and bounced her battered titties away. Buckling one finger, the young girl who had just overworked the formerly fearsome mistress commanded Paul to approach. He stood up exhibiting the colossal hard on he had got watching the kitten get the big cat to pieces. Feeling drunk by her own display of physiological power Miren strained and crawled to the edge of the Imperial battlefield, with her tiny nose trembling like a psycho. I want you to bring me the world's toughest woman. I'll fuck her to tears before your dearest eyes, daddy. Now I deserve my prize. She clutched to the bed edge, digging her steel claws in the mattress, and lifted her ponderous body in the air, stretching her legs and feet parallel to the floor in a perfect V-shaped figure. Paul grabbed the cotton and stone of her redoubtable feet and squeezed as hard as he could feeling its external softness and its internal toughness. Pulling his fist behind him he planted his boiling cock's head on Miren's invincible vulva, delaying the supreme instant of penetration. Miren felt between her thighs the red-hot prong glowing, mammoth size, she tried to move forth but due to her acrobatic stance grabbed to the bed edge she couldn't reach to engulf it. With its huge burning head Paul gently brushed Miren's outer lips, circling the dripping hungry mouth as if it wouldn't know where to get in through, then he rubbed up to the silky crotch tuft, assaulting the soft Venus mount which the result of full outdraw of the soaked vulva below. Shut eyes, Miren sobbed, reaching the limit of her colossal self control. her strained arms, bearing the weight of her strong upper body, gently shivered. Forcing Miren's legs to flex somewhat, and still grabbing her by her feet, Paul drove her lower limbs slowly apart, to the limit of her hip sockets, putting tension on her wet crotch, and then pushed them together, wrapping his giant cock, and then apart, and then together. With scary grunts Miren abandoned her lower body to violent spasmodic contractions, as all her long time restrained intimate liquids flushed their way out of the girl's body. Paul continued his treatment but in addition let his cock find his way inside her a couple of inches with each contraction. When about one half of his endless shaft was already in he thrust hard his pelvis and fully impaled her, coming in the deepest of her rock-hard body. Miren squeezed, as her climax went on and on rebounding in the walls of her avid sex finally satisfied. Flexing her abs she released the grip on the bed, lifting her fists on the air standing only on the erected rod which filled her core. She passed out. Her vagina muscles remained cramped. Fused to the gorgeous living rock which had solidified with his mammoth cock in, Paul carefully turned around and stepping backwards dragged her inert arms and head on the wooden floor. Watching her peaceful sleep no one would tell that teen with delicate waist and limbs just above average was capable of lifting a washing machine above her shoulders or licking the toughest gorilla to death, not to talk on the pleasure she got doing both things. Familiar with the girl's body, he relinquished to rescue his manhood and flung down on the battlefield. It was that legendary screw which brought into the shy naughty girl the insane idea of registration into the world longest orgasm challenge.