Newport V - Muscles and Sex
by Vampire [Julius_Elysiak@yahoo.com]


The story starts with a romantic bickering between Julius
and the strikingly beautiful Eve at a wedding. Julius tries
his best to charm the cold, muscular Eve but is thwarted by
her intense dislike of him and his friends. Things take a
sharp turn as Julius ends up being raped by another woman.


'Eve, wake up!' Someone was shaking her shoulder. 'Wake up
sis, open your eyes!' With great effort, Eve forced herself
to open her eyes; the darkness fading away to bright
sunlight and gazing up to see the concerned face of her
younger sister.

'Are you all right?' Iris asked. 'You were screaming so loud
I thought someone was attacking you! Not that you would need
any help even if it were true.'

Eve raised herself up on her elbows, pushing the blond hair
back from her face. 'Just a nightmare.'

Iris moved back with a shrug, sitting on the settee across
from Eve's bed. 'It sounded real enough to me.'

'Nightmares usually do,' Eve threw back the covers and swung
her long legs to the floor. 'That's why they are so scary.'

'This one sounded dreadful.'

'It must have been,' Eve stretched with feigned
indifference. 'Pity, I don't remember what it was.' Eve
stood up, walking over to the dressing table to take her
clean underwear from the top drawer. She was a tall girl,
five feet ten inches in her bare feet.

She looked up into the mirror having found the blue bikini
briefs. A pair of bright blue eyes was staring back at her.
She saw her strikingly beautiful face with perfect,
exquisite features, the thick blond hair down to the
shoulders, the luscious lips and imagined the white evening
gown on her sensual body. She had deliberately gone for a
full-sleeved gown, not that she was ashamed of her strong,
sinewy body but because she wanted tonight to be Janet's

night. She wouldn't have young boys and men swoon over her
husky body giving her compliments, slurping, drooling over
her like always. Both Eve and Iris had decided that they
wouldn't steal their cousin's thunder. Every girl deserved
to be the belle of the ball on her wedding day.

Iris hadn't been keen on the idea. 'Is it our fault that we
are more beautiful than the bride? Can you believe Aunt
Jane? 'Prudence, my girls,' Iris had imitated her aunt.
'Every girl deserves to be the centre of attraction on her
wedding day.'

Iris left early for Janet's house, which was barely a
kilometer away. Eve took her time bathing, cleaning her
hair, applying coconut conditioner. It was an hour later
that she locked the front door and walked over to the
bride's house in denims.

Aunt Jane's bungalow looked as if it had been ravaged by a
cyclone leaving the walls and the windows intact but causing
mayhem all across the cupboards, closets and wardrobes. She
saw her mom arguing fiercely with Aunt Ella while her Dad
and her uncles enjoying a hurried smoke in the front lawn.

'Thank God, you've arrived!' Janet exclaimed in relief,
pulling her into her bedroom. 'I am going crazy!'

'Where's Iris?' asked Eve. 'She left an hour ago.'

'She's still at the hairdressers,' groaned Janet. 'I came in
early to help mom. Wish, I hadn't bothered.'

Four hours later, Iris repressed a shiver as she and Eve
followed Janet and her father down the aisle in the cold
interiors of the church. Eve took the bouquet from Janet as
the service started. She was listening to the minister
absentmindedly when all of a sudden she stiffened her neck.
A funny prickling sensation on the back of her neck made Eve
feel she was being watched.

Everyone she glanced at seemed intent on bride and groom,
but she still felt uncomfortable. And then she saw him. What
was he doing here?

He was sitting next to Mr. Young, a handsome man with sharp
grey eyes, black hair slickly pulled back, an arrogant smile
on his face, looking dashing in a three-piece.

She looked back at him having averted her glance at first as
their eyes had met. But now she met his gaze defiantly, her
brilliant blue eyes narrowing. This was not the first time.
She knew, she was beautiful and that many young hounds, even
mature men found her attractive so she wasn't short of
staring practice. But then, through the corner of her eye
she saw Iris glancing quizzically at her. Softly she turned
away and looked at Iris. There was a slight grin on Iris'
face as she stole a quick glance at the haughty boy.

'Julius!' The groom called out when the photographs were
being taken. 'Julius, come and join us.'

'Naah Peter,' he replied. 'I'm having too much fun watching
you all giving different yet completely humorous poses to
the camera.' She knew he was trying to deepen his voice to
show off. How immature men are, she thought. I'm twenty like
him but I would never try to sound husky or seductive just
to impress others. But then what could be expected from a
boy who thinks he has a right to every girl's vagina just
because he is a good soccer player.

'Oh, stop making stupid jokes and come up here.' Peter shot
back and Eve fully agreed with the groom but only on the
stupid jokes comment. If he comes up here I'll move away
pretending to be thirsty, she thought. Unfortunately for
her, the waiter was approaching them with a tray full of
glasses. Before she could think of any other excuses, Mr.
Young the groom's father, had pulled him on the podium.

'Ok fine,' he began, 'but only if I get to stand next to the
chief bridesmaid!' He saw her lips tighten and was surprised
at his own bravado. Everybody laughed - with the exception
of Eve.

'Of course you do,' consented Eve's mother, her face amused.

'Thanks Mrs. Armstrong.' He stepped next to her in a glib
fashion. If Mrs. Armstrong was surprised, how he knew her
surname, she didn't show as she continued to smile
benevolently. Iris however gave Eve a small wink, which made
her furious.

He was standing next to her now, his arm encircling her lean
waist. She could smell a mild masculine perfume emanating
from his jacket. Must be his dad's, Eve thought cruelly; it
was a seductive yet extremely subtle fragrance. He was an
inch taller at 5'11, but she appeared taller due to her high
heels.

They stood like this for a few moments, his hands never
moving from the slender curve of her firm waist. Thankfully
for her, the photographer requested after a few shots, 'only
the bride and groom now!'

She slipped away before he could even thank her. His eyes
followed her graceful walk for a few moments when Eve's
younger sister turned towards him as they descended from the
podium.

'Hi,' she said, 'I'm Iris. Younger sister of the chief
bridesmaid.'

'I'm Julius.' He replied. My God, he thought; are all the
Armstrong girls so beautiful. Iris may only be 16, four
years younger than him but she was as beautiful as her
sister. Even though she was slimmer than Eve, Iris was
almost 5'8.

Eve was blond with wavy hair and a husky figure. Iris was a
redhead like her father and thin but sinewy. 'So how come
you know my sister?'

'Umm. What makes you think I know her?' He asked.

'For starters, I saw you guys staring at each other. Eve was
looking as if she would murder you if you met her outside
and Eve isn't a hostile person.'

'You are very observant for such a beautiful girl.'

'I'll take that as a compliment.' She snapped playfully.

'It was meant to be one.'

'So, where did you guys meet?' She asked.

'We were in the same school. Newport High!'

'Really! Wow! You know even I wanted to study there but mom
wouldn't let me. She said she loved me too much to send me
to a boarding school.'

Before he could think of something to continue the
conversation, his eyes fell on someone who had just handed
Eve a drink and was about to sit next to her at the table.

***

'Still strutting,' commented Nick Thornton sitting across
from Eve after handing her a glass of wine.

'Who are you talking about?' Eve asked absentmindedly.

'Julius Elysiak. Hey, he is charming your little sister.'

'What are you talking about? She's only sixteen.'

'She looks eighteen,' he remarked.

***

Eve was dancing with Mr. Jacques Young, the groom's father
when she saw Julius sitting on the table talking to her
SISTER. With stupendous effort she tore her gaze away from
them. If only I could warn Iris about that cock-of-the-walk,
she thought.

'You are a very graceful dancer,' offered Mr. Young.

'Thank you,' she replied shyly. She had just realized that
she had taken the lead for a few moments but the kind old
gentleman didn't seem to mind. She saw that he was getting
tired when he removed his hand from her back and placed it
on her upper arm. His eyes did a double take as he felt that
powerful, sinewy arm of hers, which she had expertly hidden
behind the full sleeves.

I could crush him if I wanted to, Eve thought as she steered
him smoothly across the lawn. And she would've really done
it if she had any idea of what he was going to do.

'And now child, with your permission, I'll pass you on to my
young nephew. I know he's been longing to meet you all day.
Julius ...'

Eve looked at her nemesis of the day with angry eyes. Mr.
Young didn't seem to notice but walking quickly collapsed on
his chair with a drink in one hand and a handkerchief in
another wiping the sweat off his brow.

Julius moved swiftly across and before she knew it, his arms
were on her waist. She stiffened slightly to keep her young,
firm breasts from pressing against his chest. He seemed to
sense her discomfort and flashed a mocking smile.

'Now Eve, when have I ever acted like a pervert in front of
you?' She bit her lip and averted her gaze. He didn't! He
was staring intently at her face, which was barely three
inches away from his. And then she remembered, but even
before she could answer he said, 'Now if you're thinking
about the incident where I was staring at you, let me tell
you that there was nothing perverse about it. I was
surprised to see you and then you caught my eye and kept on
staring. I merely thought you were trying to place me, which
is why I didn't lower my gaze.'

'Oh yeah,' she said sarcastically. 'Well if that is the best
you can come up with.' His face was so close that she could
see his white pupils surrounded by the smoky grey iris; she
could see his dark brows and lashes. He was very good
looking but she could never be interested in him. She
remembered vividly his bullying nature, his complete
disregard for rules, and his cruelty when he along with his
friend Knight was beating Nick around. They were humiliating
Nick in front of the entire school. Her eyes hardened as she
thought about it.

'You have no idea how I regret that incident,' he said
gravely. His voice was sincere but she was struck dumb by
the fact that he was able to read her mind so easily. 'It's
those lovely eyes of yours. You see they change colours
reflecting your mood and considering we've had so little
interaction, it's not really hard to discern what you're
thinking.'

She felt her hand move from her waist to her back as he
pulled her close. He seemed to enjoy the feel of her tough
back muscles. Suddenly, she had an idea. Well, if he wants
to feel me, so be it. She gave him a dazzling smile and
pulled him harder into herself, her full, impossibly firm
breasts crushed against his chest. She squeezed his back
tight against her rugged, beefed up arms.

He could feel her strained muscles bulging, squeezing, and
trying to punish him. She looked in his eyes for a few
moments and wasn't very happy to see his face losing color
as she muscled in. She could see he was in pain but she
won't let him go, not unless he asked nicely.

'Hey, are you alright? You look a bit pale.' She asked in
mock concern.

'I'm fine.' He said as coolly as her.

'You don't look so well, Mr. Elysiak. It seems as if you are
in pain. Your face is all white and you are going limp.'

'You're mistaken Ms. Armstrong.' He drew his mouth close to
her ear as she steered him around as if he weighed nothing.
'I'm not at all in pain, Eve. This is the face I make when
I'm about to ejaculate.'

She looked at him alarmed before releasing him hurriedly. He
gave a cold smile to Eve. 'This is most unjust. First you
arouse me and when I'm about to ejaculate, you let go of
me.'

'You sick pervert! I wasn't trying to arouse you; I was
trying to squeeze your body to pulp.'

'Oh! I'm sorry! So, you were trying to hurt me. Now why
would you do that? If you wanted to see me in pain, you
should have snubbed me when I took you in my arms for this
dance.'

'I would've if Mr. Young wasn't looking.'

'But then who would you have danced with? I don't see anyone
here who can handle you the way I do?'

'Handle me? Who do you think I am, someone's pet?'

'Don't be so literal, darling.'

'Look,' she said exasperated, 'I think I have had enough
dancing for today. Now if you'll excuse me ...'

'Why, is Nick waiting for you? I saw you flirting with that
son-of-a-bitch.'

'I wasn't flirting with him! He is just a good friend.' Eve
snapped and then as an afterthought added hastily, 'and I'll
thank you to keep a civil tongue. Nick is no such thing.'

'Not so keen in defending him now, are you? Last time you
came running to his defence like a raging bull. Especially
when you grabbed me from behind and felt me up.'

'What?' she shouted and was dismayed to see a few guests
staring at them. A few of them had knowing smiles on their
lips. Lowering her voice, she continued, 'I did no such
thing. You are such a conceited, conniving -'

'Hey you two!' Aunt Ella yelled, 'Hurry up. Janet and Peter
are about to leave.'

'Let's hurry! I don't want to spoil your reputation.'

'What are you talking about?' Eve asked, irritated. 'If only
there weren't so many people around, I would've -'

'made love to me right here on the grass,' Julius finished
her sentence for her.

***

'Mother, I can't find my grey shoes.'

'Now Eve, how would I know where they are? I haven't been in
your room in three days.'

'Come on mom. You know how much I like them.'

'I can't believe you are going to London, darling. You know
how much I'd have liked you to complete your masters before
you started working.'

'We've been through this mom. I want to gain some experience
before starting my masters.' Eve ignored her mother's eyes.
She didn't want to see her crying. It was the same routine
every year. She loved her mother but she was tired of her
mollycoddling.

It was a teary farewell which Eve received at the railway
station. Mrs. Armstrong's eyes were watery as she hugged her
eldest daughter tightly. Iris was trying to be brave,
fighting back tears. Her father thankfully wasn't teary eyed
as he hugged his daughter stiffly and kissed her lightly on
the forehead.

She didn't understand what the big deal was. After all she
had never stayed home for more than three months in a year.
At first it was school, then College and now career. Just
because she was going to work in a different city didn't
mean that she was cutting ties with her family.

'I'll call as soon as I reach London,' she promised as the
train gave a shrill whistle. As the train started to move
she could see her mother weeping openly, her head on
father's shoulders. And then she felt a sharp pain in her
eyes as she tried to fight back tears coming out of her own
eyes.

***

'Eve, Eve!' She heard someone frantically calling for her as
she climbed down the coach. Looking over the heads of people
she saw Nick running towards her. He gave her a quick hug
and took a  suitcase from her. She saw him straining against
its weight.

'I hate to be a ball-buster,' she smiled, 'but why don't I
continue carrying that suitcase and you could take this bag
instead.'

Nick grinned peevishly but complied. It wasn't the first
time this had happened. When you are such good friends with
such a strong girl, this happens a lot, he reflected.


***

'I saw you dancing with that bridesmaid. You were holding
each other pretty tight.' She remarked caustically as we
were about to sup. I didn't say anything. I knew exactly
where this was going. 'I could see she was really beautiful
but I don't think that's what attracted you to her,' she
continued. 'Even though she was covered properly, I could
make out she had a real muscular body underneath. Am I
right, Julius?'

'Mom,' I said, 'that is none of your business.' I could see
shock and anger registering at her face and I got a little
scared. Imagine a 20-year-old guy scared of his mom's
strength.

She got up dangerously. Dad was out on one of his official
tours and there was no one else in the house except the two
of us.

***

I writhed as she placed her ass on my face but almost
instantly she bent forward to take her weight off my mouth.
Her pussy and her ass was inches from my lips. I felt elated
as a wet yet warm feeling stole over my penis. It was
enveloped in her velvet tongue as she started to suck it.

'How does that feel, son?' she growled as she took her mouth
from my penis and instead started rubbing it with her rough
hands. 'Did you not hear me?' she scowled biting the head of
my prick. She sniggered deviously and took my hard-on in her
mouth again. She was so good at sucking that I could feel
the heat arising in my body instantly as she juggled with my
testicles. Her mouth was like a vacuum cleaner as she
continued to give me waves of vulgar pleasure.

'How do you like that, Julius? Isn't your mom the best?' She
had taken her mouth off again and had resumed the incestuous
hand job.

'Mom, you mouth feels wonderful. Please take it in again.' I
moaned shamelessly. Without answering she put her mouth back
on my cock and within a few moments I exploded. Thick jets
of semen erupted from my penis deep in her mouth. Gamely,
she lapped up the semen sticking on my cock as well. My
erection had still not subsided as she turned around and
slowly descended her hungry, tight cunt on my erection.

I could see her beautiful face now looking down on me, her
rugged body squeezing my upper torso. Her lips were as red
as ever and I could see semen trickling down from her lips
on her chin and falling lightly on her breasts. Her hair was
loose and fell over her back graciously. She pushed her
tongue out to clean the semen falling from her mouth but
wasn't very successful at it.

Then surprisingly she grabbed my hands and pinned them over
my head. I knew by now that it would be stupid to attempt
freeing my arms. She had already demonstrated the difference
in our physical strengths.

She smiled with her lips pursed to stop the sticky cum from
escaping her mouth. I fidgeted nervously as it dawned on me
that she was about to kiss me with my cum smeared in her
mouth. Our lips locked and she thrust her tongue in
unloading vast amounts of my own cum in my mouth. It was
salty as she continued to kiss me deep and wet. Her tongue
was insanely long, as she tasted every bit of my mouth
smearing them with semen.

Unhinging my inhibitions I started kissing as hard as she. I
started sucking her long velvety tongue as if it were a wet
cock. I was about to ejaculate again as she clamped her
vaginal muscles hard on my penis shutting down the flow.

'Please mom,' I begged crazy with pain and lust. Her
luscious lips curled into a smirk as she felt how puny I was
in her hands. Slowly she loosened the vice like grip of her
pussy and I exploded again pumping loads and loads of semen
in her tight cunt.

'Now, its my turn, Julius,' she whispered darkly. Lifting
her pussy from my wasted penis she slid forward until her
wet dripping pussy was enveloped around my lips. I felt my
mouth flooded with her love juices mixed with my own cum.

I gulped down the liquid in a frenzy nibbling, sucking her
hot cunt. Her long, rugged legs enveloped my head on the
sides, as my eyes were forced shut against her dense, blonde
pubic hair. I felt her shudder with ecstasy as she tightened
her scissor against my head. I felt her thighs bulk up as
she poured in the pressure. It was pain beyond imagining,
pain past endurance as I felt darkness cloud my mind.

When I woke up I saw mom's ass sandwiching my nose and her
hard buns resting on my face. She was leaning forwards so my
penis was once again enveloped in her mouth. My penis had
started to ache now, having ejaculated twice in quick
succession and her blowjob was giving me almost as much pain
as pleasure. My hips were temporarily lifted in the air as
she sucked my cock, her long tongue licking it in a frenzied
manner.

She worked my nuts too, kneading the meat of them in her
hands pulling them apart and caressing, squeezing and
juggling. She pulled back as I erupted so the thick jets of
cum blasted on not only her tongue, teeth but also on her
cheeks, chin, neck, shoulders and boobs. As she turned
around I saw thick gobs of cu hanging obscenely from her
ravishing face and sinewy upper torso.

'Clean mommy,' she whispered grabbing me by my sides and
making me sit. She sat down herself and with unbelievable
strength lifted me so my body was suspended while my legs
dangling stupidly around but still resting on the mattress.
She pulled me into her so my hips rested on top of her beefy
thighs while my legs wrapped around her lower back and ass.
I felt the cold hard surface of her thighs on my ass as she
beckoned me to start licking her.

I started licking her pretty face lapping my cum from where
it was clinging. I felt scared as I moved towards her lips
having already licked her cheeks and chin clean. Her lips
parted as it connected with mine and again I felt her long
tongue explore the inside of my mouth. She took her tongue
almost down to my throat, as my mouth was full of semen
again.

I rested my hands on her broad shoulders as she looked up,
enabling me to lick her long neck. She moaned as I moved
from her neck through her collarbones to her full breasts,
sucking on her big, taut nipples.

I didn't know why she did it. May be she knew my fixation
with her arms or may be she just wanted to show off. She
raised her right arm. My eyes widened as her shoulders
hardened making them even more intimidating than they were.
A large round ball popped up from under her smooth skin. It
continued to grow till it had achieved it's maximum diameter
which I guessed would have been a shade over thirteen inches
and a thick blue vein snaked through the mound of muscle.

Nervously, I lifted my trembling hand and placed it on her
bicep. It was so firm yet so smooth. I squeezed it, kneading
the meat and muscle in my palm but it was extremely hard. I
couldn't dent it, it just stood there, proud and arrogant
oblivious to my attempts.

'Oh my god, mom!' I whispered. 'Wow'.

Mom must have felt my fruitless squeeze as her smile widened
and I almost came again, looking at her exceedingly
beautiful face.