The Strong Female Jogger by Weakling Male I was out working on my front yard. It was a nice, sunny 85 degree day. I had my big garbage can out on the sidewalk for putting trash, wet leaves, sticks, branches, weeds, etc. into. I was working away for about a half an hour, when I see a sharp looking woman jogging down the sidewalk in my direction. Her pony tail was flopping back and forth and she was going at a pretty good pace. She was probably about 100 feet away. I could tell that she looked nice and strong. She was in runner's shorts and a tank top. I decided that I better carry my big garbage can off of the sidewalk and out of her way. As she was about 50 feet away I got to my garbage can and grabbed the side handles and lifted it a little. Whew! It was really heavy. I guess I had put a lot of heavy things in it already. I had a hard time getting it off to the side. Then she arrived by me right at the same time that I got the garbage can out of her way. She appears to be as tall as I am and has much bigger muscles than me. She is very sexy looking. As she stopped by me, she continued to jog in place, and says, Hi, thanks for moving that out of the way. It looks like you're having a hard time lifting that alone. Would you like some help? I replied, That's O.K. I'll get it after while when I'm done. She said, Oh, it'll be no problem for me to help you. As you can see, I'm working out. I'd love to lift that for you to get some more of a work out. I said, I guess you can help me. I'll grab this side and you can grab the other. So we each grab one side. Where do you want to go with this? she asks. I usually take it to the dumpster in the back alley, but this one is awefully heavy, heavier than usual. We start to walk it up the hill. I can't help but notice her triceps bulging in her left arm. She's using her left arm and I'm using my right. She is ahead of me slightly and I can feel her strength taking the weight off of my side of the load too. Then we get to the gate at the top of the hill and she says, Why don't you let go and I'll carry it the rest of the way. I was astonished at her offer, as I had a hard time just getting it off of the sidewalk before. I can't refuse her offer, so I let go of my side of the garbage can and we set it down. I wipe my brow and then she grabs both handles and hoists the heavy garbage can up high and starts walking forward. I look at her in awe. Holy smokes! Her arms bulge with great strength and her forearms, biceps and triceps display great super flexing. Her legs look awesome too. I open the back alley gate for her and lead her to the dumpster. She carries it briskly to the dumpster and I hold the lid open as she dumps it all in. Wow, thanks. You sure are a strong lady! I couldn't have done that. She says, You're welcome. Today's workout has really made me strong. Would you like to feel my bicep flex? Ah, well, sure I guess so, I answer back to this amazing woman. She flexes it hard and high. It bulges up a good 2" to 2-1/2". I'm awe struck. She urges me on. Go ahead and feel it. It won't hurt you now. I shyly reach to feel it, and, holy cow! It's as hard as a rock, a big rock. She says, I feel really thirsty. Do you have some ice water? I say, Sure, we can go inside. So we go inside and she wipes her face and arms and legs with a wet towel in my kitchen. I just stand there in a trance watching her muscles flex and jump around as she washes herself down. She turns to me and sees me staring. How's that ice water coming, Hon? Oh, ya, sure. Coming right up! I make both of us a big glass of ice water and hand her one and say, Here you go. She says, Thanks, and tips it to her luscious lips and pours it right down. Boy, you're a thirsty woman. She says, Well I just ran 6 miles this afternoon in this 85 degree heat, and not to mention carrying your full garbage can. It probably weighed 250 lbs. These muscles need lots of liquids to replenish them, she says as she flexes both her immense biceps in front of my face. Then she says a real shocker. I notice you lke my big and strong muscles. I can see the bulge in your pants agrees with me. And you know what? When I work out I get real horny. I feel like I could take you right here. I back away as she advances toward me and reaches for my tee-shirt collar with her right hand and grabs it and scrunches it up tight around my neck, nearly choking me. I squirm, Hey just a minute! You can't do this! What are you doing?! I emphatically disagreed with her coming on to me. I place my hands on her biceps to pry them off but nothing budges. Her arm muscles are just bulging so big and hard. She rips my shirt in two with both of her strong hands and punches me in the stomach real hard. I go down to the floor. She spreads her strong looking legs across me and reaches down to my belt and lifts me back up as she is standing in sort of a deep knee bend stance with my feet stretched out behind her and she has bent her head down a little and lifts me up to her face level. My pants are yanked up so tight that my crotch is ground into them. She punches me in the jaw and says, I want your pants open by the count of ten! She starts to count, One, two, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, TEN! I just barely get my pants down to my knees when she said TEN. Good boy! Now we'll see which muscle wins. My bicep against your penis! I yell out, What are you talking about?! It's like this buddy. We'll set you kitchen oven timer to 2 minutes. I'm going to clamp my big hard flexing bicep around your penis. If you can keep from cumming before the buzzer rings, you win. If I make you cum before the buzzer rings, then I win. Got it!? She says, I don't think you'll last very long, Buddy. You know how strong I am. I'm going to squeeze your penis to death. You won't have a choice. Then she grabs my penis and pulls it outward and locks her forearm and bicep right around my penis. I moan in orgasmic pleasure and then she really tightens her flex and squeezes my poor cock to death with her big rock bicep. She pulls me around by my cock as I drag on the floor. AAaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!! Trying to hold it in, buddy? You can't. My muscles are too strong for you and they're flexing around your poor penis and stretching it to death!! AAaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh!!!!!!! She has me nearing the throws of an ejaculation already and she can sense it. My eyes are going cross-eyed and my body is humping in ejaculatory response. She grunts at me and squishes my penis to bits. Splash! splash. splash... spurt. spurt....spunking, cumming, all over the kitchen floor and her arm muscles. She has done it! She won! She lets go of my red and squashed cock and looks at the oven timer and says, Less than one minute. I WIN!! She drops my drained body to the floor and says, I gotta go. See you around Weakling. And out the door she goes as I lay in a big mess. I wonder when I'll ever see this sexy muscle woman jogger again.