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Sunday, February 14, 2010
Stephanie II
This is chapter two of the encounter between myself and Stephanie, my girlfriend's personal trainer.
Stephanie and I drove back to Karen’s condo in silence. Here I am, being driven home by my girl’s trainer, after she’s just grabbed my junk and forced herself on me. I thought to myself, Karen must know about this, right. “Stephan – “ I started. “Mark, shut your mouth,” she said, cutting me off. “No talking. I’m thinking about what we’re going to do, don’t make me lose focus. You don’t want to make me lose focus, it’ll make me angry. You don’t want that, Mark.” God, the intensity in this woman was frightening. It was exhilarating at the same time, but scary, too.
We got to Karen’s condo quickly. Stephanie grabbed her bag out of the back seat, threw on a hoodie, grabbed my bag, and walked inside. Stephanie stood facing me in Karen’s living room. “Stephanie, where’s Karen? What’s going on? This is all fucked up, what’s going on?” Stephanie stared me down, and smiled. “Don’t worry, Mark, because it’s not really up to you,” Stephanie said to me. “Karen told me to pick you up from the airport, she told me to bring you back to her condo. Last month she told me that you thought my body was sexy, and she told me to bring you back here and videotape you worshiping my body.” “I don’t believe you,” I said to her. “I told you I wanted to call her, this is really freaky Stephanie, what the fuck?” “Wow,” Stephanie said. “You are so lucky, Karen knows you so well. She told me to do it this way, because you’d be uptight like this, and it’ll be much better video.” She stared at me.
She walked towards me, eyes on my eyes the entire time. Her stare was intense, and intimidating. I had seen her body once before, and unless it looked completely different, Stephanie and I both knew she could make short work of me if she wanted to. As she walked towards me she pulled her tear away pants off, revealing her legs. She kept staring at me as she walked towards me. Stephanie was ripped to shreds. She wasn’t very bulky, but her entire body was tight and toned; I remember the separations in her legs, arms, shoulders, and abs being stark. Veins ran up and down her body like little cables. Stephanie wasn’t bulky like a heavy bodybuilder, but her body was all muscle, intimidating, and sexy as hell.
I looked down at my cock, growing and bulging at the thought of what was probably about to happen, and then stared at her legs. Her legs were cut to pieces; her quads bulged out near her waist and tapered down like triangles towards her knees. I could see lines running through them, they snapped with each slow step she took. “You think your girlfriend’s legs are strong?” Stephanie barked at me. “She and I lift together all the time Mark. Karen is stronger than you, but I put her ass to shame with a squat bar and on a hip sled. My legs could crack your ribs Mark, easily.”
I swallowed hard at the thought of that. There really wasn’t much I could do. Stephanie was stronger than I was, and looked determined to do whatever it was she was going to do. The determination and confidence in her eyes was powerful, and eerie. “Are you thinking about it more?” she said to me, “are you realizing there isn’t anything you can do but worship my powerful body? What are you going to do Mark, run away from me? I’ll catch you for sure, and, do you really want to? Karen told me that you thought I was sexy, don’t you want to feel my muscles up close, lick them, suck on my nipples while I bounce my tits for you? I’m going to wrap my legs around you and squeeze you, big guy. Your arms are bigger than mine, but don’t be deceived, I’m stronger than you. Do you think you can beat me in armwrestling? I’ll let you use both arms if one of yours isn’t enough.”
Stephanie smiled as she continued to stare me down. “Yeah, sweetie. Keep thinking about you worshiping my body. I’m no novice at this sort of thing, Mark,” she said, smiling. “We’re going to start with a little education. I’m going to show you how much stronger, harder, and tougher I am. When you’re all tired and run down, and I’m still ready for more, you’re going to make me bellow. And it’s all going to be on camera.”
She took a step towards me, and pulled her hoodie over her head to take it off. As soon as she had it over her head, I turned and reached quickly for my phone. She pulled her hoodie off and looked right at me. “I turn around for a second and off you go, huh? OK, fine.” She walked towards me until we were inches apart, and pushed me backwards, towards the living room wall. She roughly pushed me up against the wall, using one hand to hold me in place, and grabbing my right wrist with the other hand. She squeezed my wrist; her hand was like a vice. “Drop the phone, Mark, now.” She was so strong; there wasn’t anything I could do to resist. She grabbed my crotch, hard, squeezing everything down there. I winced visibly, her hands were small, but really strong. “DON’T do that again, Mark,” she said to me, flatly. “You’re not calling Karen. You’re not calling anyone. You’re not going anywhere. I’m going to go turn on the camera, and so help me god if you try to do something stupid, well, trust me I will beat the fuck out of you. And then I’ll make you worship me anyway.”
She let go of my balls and took a step back. “See how easy that was, sweetheart? I threw you up against the wall, was there ever a point where you could have done anything other than move backwards?” She looked at me. “WAS THERE?” I looked back at her. “No, there wasn’t, Stephanie,” I said, looking at her, swallowing hard. “You’re damn right there wasn’t, Mark. That’s the first thing you’ve learned today. When you’re with me, I’m the boss, period. I used to do powerlifting for fun, when I was younger. My chest and back don’t aren’t that huge, but that clearly doesn’t matter, does it little man. I’m half your size, and my pecs would crush yours.” She took a step back, flexed her pecs. Under the tight workout clothing she was wearing, her chest bounced to life. She pounded her fists against them, one after another. Her entire arm bunched up as she hit her pecs, but her pecs absorbed each blow without budging.
“Now we learn more, Mark. You’re a guy, you’re supposed to have this big burly chest that little girls like me just love. Well, not today. My chest is bigger and stronger than yours, and you’re going to learn that, right now. Punch your own pecs, Mark, do it, just like I did.” I flexed my chest, and hit myself. It hurt. “Do it again, pussy,” Stephanie said to me. “Harder this time, when you take your shirt off there’d better be a mark, Mark.” I did it again, harder this time. “Good,” she said. “Now I want you to hit my chest, hard. Do it. I can take it, don’t worry tough guy.” I hit her chest, and my fists just bounced off it, again and again. “Now it’s my turn,” she said. She closed her palm and hit my chest. It didn’t look like she put that much effort in, but it hurt. Bad. I stepped back. “See, honey?” She said to me. “My chest can take it, again and again. I hit you once, and you stepped back.” She stared up and me and smiled, and bounced her pecs a couple times, giggling. “I hope you appreciate this, Mark. I really do. I know it’s hard the first time, this time, but trust me, when I’m done with Karen, this is what you’re going to get, all the time. So, it’s going to hurt a little, the first couple times, but anything good does, right? When I’m done with Karen, she’s going to be the hottest, strongest, most sex crazed woman you’ll ever meet, and she’s going to be all yours.”
Stephanie and I drove back to Karen’s condo in silence. Here I am, being driven home by my girl’s trainer, after she’s just grabbed my junk and forced herself on me. I thought to myself, Karen must know about this, right. “Stephan – “ I started. “Mark, shut your mouth,” she said, cutting me off. “No talking. I’m thinking about what we’re going to do, don’t make me lose focus. You don’t want to make me lose focus, it’ll make me angry. You don’t want that, Mark.” God, the intensity in this woman was frightening. It was exhilarating at the same time, but scary, too.
We got to Karen’s condo quickly. Stephanie grabbed her bag out of the back seat, threw on a hoodie, grabbed my bag, and walked inside. Stephanie stood facing me in Karen’s living room. “Stephanie, where’s Karen? What’s going on? This is all fucked up, what’s going on?” Stephanie stared me down, and smiled. “Don’t worry, Mark, because it’s not really up to you,” Stephanie said to me. “Karen told me to pick you up from the airport, she told me to bring you back to her condo. Last month she told me that you thought my body was sexy, and she told me to bring you back here and videotape you worshiping my body.” “I don’t believe you,” I said to her. “I told you I wanted to call her, this is really freaky Stephanie, what the fuck?” “Wow,” Stephanie said. “You are so lucky, Karen knows you so well. She told me to do it this way, because you’d be uptight like this, and it’ll be much better video.” She stared at me.
She walked towards me, eyes on my eyes the entire time. Her stare was intense, and intimidating. I had seen her body once before, and unless it looked completely different, Stephanie and I both knew she could make short work of me if she wanted to. As she walked towards me she pulled her tear away pants off, revealing her legs. She kept staring at me as she walked towards me. Stephanie was ripped to shreds. She wasn’t very bulky, but her entire body was tight and toned; I remember the separations in her legs, arms, shoulders, and abs being stark. Veins ran up and down her body like little cables. Stephanie wasn’t bulky like a heavy bodybuilder, but her body was all muscle, intimidating, and sexy as hell.
I looked down at my cock, growing and bulging at the thought of what was probably about to happen, and then stared at her legs. Her legs were cut to pieces; her quads bulged out near her waist and tapered down like triangles towards her knees. I could see lines running through them, they snapped with each slow step she took. “You think your girlfriend’s legs are strong?” Stephanie barked at me. “She and I lift together all the time Mark. Karen is stronger than you, but I put her ass to shame with a squat bar and on a hip sled. My legs could crack your ribs Mark, easily.”
I swallowed hard at the thought of that. There really wasn’t much I could do. Stephanie was stronger than I was, and looked determined to do whatever it was she was going to do. The determination and confidence in her eyes was powerful, and eerie. “Are you thinking about it more?” she said to me, “are you realizing there isn’t anything you can do but worship my powerful body? What are you going to do Mark, run away from me? I’ll catch you for sure, and, do you really want to? Karen told me that you thought I was sexy, don’t you want to feel my muscles up close, lick them, suck on my nipples while I bounce my tits for you? I’m going to wrap my legs around you and squeeze you, big guy. Your arms are bigger than mine, but don’t be deceived, I’m stronger than you. Do you think you can beat me in armwrestling? I’ll let you use both arms if one of yours isn’t enough.”
Stephanie smiled as she continued to stare me down. “Yeah, sweetie. Keep thinking about you worshiping my body. I’m no novice at this sort of thing, Mark,” she said, smiling. “We’re going to start with a little education. I’m going to show you how much stronger, harder, and tougher I am. When you’re all tired and run down, and I’m still ready for more, you’re going to make me bellow. And it’s all going to be on camera.”
She took a step towards me, and pulled her hoodie over her head to take it off. As soon as she had it over her head, I turned and reached quickly for my phone. She pulled her hoodie off and looked right at me. “I turn around for a second and off you go, huh? OK, fine.” She walked towards me until we were inches apart, and pushed me backwards, towards the living room wall. She roughly pushed me up against the wall, using one hand to hold me in place, and grabbing my right wrist with the other hand. She squeezed my wrist; her hand was like a vice. “Drop the phone, Mark, now.” She was so strong; there wasn’t anything I could do to resist. She grabbed my crotch, hard, squeezing everything down there. I winced visibly, her hands were small, but really strong. “DON’T do that again, Mark,” she said to me, flatly. “You’re not calling Karen. You’re not calling anyone. You’re not going anywhere. I’m going to go turn on the camera, and so help me god if you try to do something stupid, well, trust me I will beat the fuck out of you. And then I’ll make you worship me anyway.”
She let go of my balls and took a step back. “See how easy that was, sweetheart? I threw you up against the wall, was there ever a point where you could have done anything other than move backwards?” She looked at me. “WAS THERE?” I looked back at her. “No, there wasn’t, Stephanie,” I said, looking at her, swallowing hard. “You’re damn right there wasn’t, Mark. That’s the first thing you’ve learned today. When you’re with me, I’m the boss, period. I used to do powerlifting for fun, when I was younger. My chest and back don’t aren’t that huge, but that clearly doesn’t matter, does it little man. I’m half your size, and my pecs would crush yours.” She took a step back, flexed her pecs. Under the tight workout clothing she was wearing, her chest bounced to life. She pounded her fists against them, one after another. Her entire arm bunched up as she hit her pecs, but her pecs absorbed each blow without budging.
“Now we learn more, Mark. You’re a guy, you’re supposed to have this big burly chest that little girls like me just love. Well, not today. My chest is bigger and stronger than yours, and you’re going to learn that, right now. Punch your own pecs, Mark, do it, just like I did.” I flexed my chest, and hit myself. It hurt. “Do it again, pussy,” Stephanie said to me. “Harder this time, when you take your shirt off there’d better be a mark, Mark.” I did it again, harder this time. “Good,” she said. “Now I want you to hit my chest, hard. Do it. I can take it, don’t worry tough guy.” I hit her chest, and my fists just bounced off it, again and again. “Now it’s my turn,” she said. She closed her palm and hit my chest. It didn’t look like she put that much effort in, but it hurt. Bad. I stepped back. “See, honey?” She said to me. “My chest can take it, again and again. I hit you once, and you stepped back.” She stared up and me and smiled, and bounced her pecs a couple times, giggling. “I hope you appreciate this, Mark. I really do. I know it’s hard the first time, this time, but trust me, when I’m done with Karen, this is what you’re going to get, all the time. So, it’s going to hurt a little, the first couple times, but anything good does, right? When I’m done with Karen, she’s going to be the hottest, strongest, most sex crazed woman you’ll ever meet, and she’s going to be all yours.”
Stephanie I
This is the first in a several chapter story about an encounter between my girlfriend's personal trainer Stephanie, and myself.
I was tired as I waited for Karen to come pick me up from the airport. She had called to say she was going to be a bit late, but she was a good twenty minutes later than she’d said, and hadn’t replied to the text I’d just sent her. It was getting darker, and fuck, I was tired. “Hey, Mark, over here!” a voice yelled from behind me. I turned around, and saw Stephanie, Karen’s trainer, waving her hand and walking towards me. “Mark, hey! Karen told you I was coming to get you, right? She’s running late, and my last client canceled, so I said I’d come and get you.” “Oh, hi Stephanie,” I said. “Karen didn’t tell me, but that’s fine. Let’s get back to her place, I’m tired.” “OK, sure Mark,” Stephanie said. “You’re tired. Let me grab your bags for you.”
Before I could say anything, Stephanie grabbed my checked bag with one hand and lifted it up. It was large, but it looked like it weighed 5# in her hands. God, she was so strong. Even fully clothed, I could see power in her body, as she moved her body exuded strength and power. Her arms were smaller than mine, obviously, but handled the bag with a smooth steadiness that I know my arms couldn’t muster, I could see the bump from her triceps, and her delts popped out of the tight shirt she was wearing. I hadn’t seen Stephanie other than the one time I had met her prior, but Karen always talked about her, about how intense and focused Stephanie was, and how much Karen wanted her body to be like Stephanie’s body. Karen said Stephanie had the perfect body; she was strong but not very large, “a pound for pound killer,” Karen had said, on more on than one occasion. I looked at Stephanie’s ass bouncing back and forth as she walked in front of me through the parking lot, and thought of it being Karen’s ass, bouncing in front of me, as she effortlessly carried my heavy bag to the car. My dick flickered a little at the thought.
We got back to her car; she had a new looking Acura Coupe. Her car was sleek, sexy, and looked powerful, just like she did. God, I needed to stop myself for a minute. “Nice car,” I said to her. She turned as she was putting the bag into the trunk, “yeah? Thanks. I like it a lot. It’s small, but it’s fast and strong. I like that a lot.” She smiled at me, and winked. It was kind of weird, like something I was supposed to get, but didn’t. “Come here and help me with this, Mark,” Stephanie said, “God, I have so much shit in the trunk, yuck.”
I walked back to the open trunk, and there wasn’t anything in it other than my bag and a gym bag. “What do you mea – “ I said, but was cut off by Stephanie. She grabbed me suddenly and pulled my waist towards hers. I instinctively tried to pull away, but she had me, and I wasn’t going anywhere. She ran one of her legs up along my leg, and stopped with her hard thigh against my hard cock. “Yeah, there it is,” she said to me, softly, looking at me the entire time. Her stare was intense. Her eyes never left mine the entire time she was grabbing me and groping me, like she knew exactly what she wanted to do, and was going to do it regardless of what I thought.
I knew I should have pulled away, but I didn’t. I was being held in place by the strongest woman I’d ever met in person, who was also my girlfriend’s personal trainer. I should have moved away, but was transfixed. Her dark curly hair was pulled back, but a few ringlets had escaped, and were hanging down in front of her face, making this combination of beautiful woman and intimidating muscle girl. God, it was intoxicating.
Stephanie pulled me in close to her. “We’re going back to Karen’s house now, Mark. You’ve got no say in this. It’s going to happen. I’m going to do what I want. You can’t stop me, you know this, and besides, do you really want to?” She looked up at me, and slid her hand down to my bulging cock. “Touch my leg as it comes up towards your buddy down there. Feel how hard it is, Mark. You’ll get plenty of chance in a bit, but for now, just feel how hard my leg is. Do it.” As I went down to touch her leg, she grabbed my head with her hand and pulled my head down to hers, kissing me aggressively for a few seconds. She bit my bottom lip as she let me go. “Hmm, that was nice. I want more, but for now we’re going home.”
Somehow I rocketed back to reality. “Stephanie wait a minute, we need to call Karen, what the hell just happened?” “No, Mark, we’re not doing any of that,” she said. “I’m here to get you, this is my car, I’m calling the shots. We’re going back to Karen’s. End of story. You don’t have a say in this, and even if you did, I’d kick your ass and do what I want to do anyway. You’re going to figure out pretty fast, Mark, that what a woman like me wants, a woman like me gets, whether it’s handed to her, or she takes it. I get what I want, and I’m going to teach Karen how to get the same things. Now, it’s your turn to shut up, and get in my car, we’re going back to Karen’s, we’re going to have fun, and you’re going to like it.”
I was tired as I waited for Karen to come pick me up from the airport. She had called to say she was going to be a bit late, but she was a good twenty minutes later than she’d said, and hadn’t replied to the text I’d just sent her. It was getting darker, and fuck, I was tired. “Hey, Mark, over here!” a voice yelled from behind me. I turned around, and saw Stephanie, Karen’s trainer, waving her hand and walking towards me. “Mark, hey! Karen told you I was coming to get you, right? She’s running late, and my last client canceled, so I said I’d come and get you.” “Oh, hi Stephanie,” I said. “Karen didn’t tell me, but that’s fine. Let’s get back to her place, I’m tired.” “OK, sure Mark,” Stephanie said. “You’re tired. Let me grab your bags for you.”
Before I could say anything, Stephanie grabbed my checked bag with one hand and lifted it up. It was large, but it looked like it weighed 5# in her hands. God, she was so strong. Even fully clothed, I could see power in her body, as she moved her body exuded strength and power. Her arms were smaller than mine, obviously, but handled the bag with a smooth steadiness that I know my arms couldn’t muster, I could see the bump from her triceps, and her delts popped out of the tight shirt she was wearing. I hadn’t seen Stephanie other than the one time I had met her prior, but Karen always talked about her, about how intense and focused Stephanie was, and how much Karen wanted her body to be like Stephanie’s body. Karen said Stephanie had the perfect body; she was strong but not very large, “a pound for pound killer,” Karen had said, on more on than one occasion. I looked at Stephanie’s ass bouncing back and forth as she walked in front of me through the parking lot, and thought of it being Karen’s ass, bouncing in front of me, as she effortlessly carried my heavy bag to the car. My dick flickered a little at the thought.
We got back to her car; she had a new looking Acura Coupe. Her car was sleek, sexy, and looked powerful, just like she did. God, I needed to stop myself for a minute. “Nice car,” I said to her. She turned as she was putting the bag into the trunk, “yeah? Thanks. I like it a lot. It’s small, but it’s fast and strong. I like that a lot.” She smiled at me, and winked. It was kind of weird, like something I was supposed to get, but didn’t. “Come here and help me with this, Mark,” Stephanie said, “God, I have so much shit in the trunk, yuck.”
I walked back to the open trunk, and there wasn’t anything in it other than my bag and a gym bag. “What do you mea – “ I said, but was cut off by Stephanie. She grabbed me suddenly and pulled my waist towards hers. I instinctively tried to pull away, but she had me, and I wasn’t going anywhere. She ran one of her legs up along my leg, and stopped with her hard thigh against my hard cock. “Yeah, there it is,” she said to me, softly, looking at me the entire time. Her stare was intense. Her eyes never left mine the entire time she was grabbing me and groping me, like she knew exactly what she wanted to do, and was going to do it regardless of what I thought.
I knew I should have pulled away, but I didn’t. I was being held in place by the strongest woman I’d ever met in person, who was also my girlfriend’s personal trainer. I should have moved away, but was transfixed. Her dark curly hair was pulled back, but a few ringlets had escaped, and were hanging down in front of her face, making this combination of beautiful woman and intimidating muscle girl. God, it was intoxicating.
Stephanie pulled me in close to her. “We’re going back to Karen’s house now, Mark. You’ve got no say in this. It’s going to happen. I’m going to do what I want. You can’t stop me, you know this, and besides, do you really want to?” She looked up at me, and slid her hand down to my bulging cock. “Touch my leg as it comes up towards your buddy down there. Feel how hard it is, Mark. You’ll get plenty of chance in a bit, but for now, just feel how hard my leg is. Do it.” As I went down to touch her leg, she grabbed my head with her hand and pulled my head down to hers, kissing me aggressively for a few seconds. She bit my bottom lip as she let me go. “Hmm, that was nice. I want more, but for now we’re going home.”
Somehow I rocketed back to reality. “Stephanie wait a minute, we need to call Karen, what the hell just happened?” “No, Mark, we’re not doing any of that,” she said. “I’m here to get you, this is my car, I’m calling the shots. We’re going back to Karen’s. End of story. You don’t have a say in this, and even if you did, I’d kick your ass and do what I want to do anyway. You’re going to figure out pretty fast, Mark, that what a woman like me wants, a woman like me gets, whether it’s handed to her, or she takes it. I get what I want, and I’m going to teach Karen how to get the same things. Now, it’s your turn to shut up, and get in my car, we’re going back to Karen’s, we’re going to have fun, and you’re going to like it.”
Sunday, February 7, 2010
Sarah - Part 2
Part two of an encounter with the wonderfully strong Sarah
Sarah and I walked quickly across campus. Luckily, campus was only a few square blocks. I knew I had chosen the small liberal arts school for a reason. As we got about halfway across campus, we were close to the old dorm building. Sarah grabbed my arm.
“Hey, here, here, let’s go over here,” she said, and pulled me towards the side of the building. There was a small line of trees or shrubs along the side of the dorm, with a space a couple feet wide, between the shrubs and the walls of the dorm. We stood up against the wall, her back to the wall, face to face. I could feel her warm breath on my neck, she was breathing slowly, but deeply. Being a few inches taller than the girl is great.
“So, this is your place?” I asked.
“Yeah, I hope you like the plants!” she giggled. “Sorry if it’s a little chilly, the heater must be broken.”
I smiled at her, and thrust my tongue into her mouth. She eagerly accepted, and grabbed the crotch of my pants, rubbing her hands against my junk, slowly. She put one hand behind my back and pulled me closer to her. I wrapped my hands around her head and continued kissing her.
“Hmmmmm.” Sarah moaned loudly. It was really sexy. We kept kissing. She grabbed my back tightly, and wrapped one of her legs around mine. She moved her leg back, and picked mine up off the ground. She pulled me against her, and started to kneel down.
“Don’t you worry, tough guy,” she whispered to me. “I’ve got you, you’re not falling, just kneel down backwards.”
She was easily able to control me as we went down to the ground. She was really strong, it was so hot. My cock was bulging in my pants. She straddled me, and put her hands on my shoulders. She began rubbing her crotch against mine, harder and harder, until she was almost pushing me into the ground. She pressed her hands into my shoulders.
“OK, part one of you meeting your match,” Sarah said, smiling at me. “You think you’re tough, big guy? Get away from under me.”
Her hands were pressed against my shoulders, and her hips were on mine. I could feel her hard legs on top of mine, and I very clearly remember how hard her biceps were five minutes ago. I pushed my arms off the ground. Sarah smiled at me, and pushed my arms up so they were horizontal with my shoulders, so I couldn’t reach her arms.
She leaned in close to my face. “Is that it?” she whispered to me, her warm breath condensing in the cold fall air. She kissed me deeply, for a second, then pulled away. “Come on, try again.”
I smiled at her, and threw my hips up against hers. She was taken off guard for a half second, then pressed back with her legs. She leaned into me again, and squeezed my legs with hers. Sarah’s legs were like clamps, they were so hard. There wasn’t anything I could do, she had me. I was so turned on I almost came in my pants. This was so hot, it was unreal. This girl was gorgeous, funny, and strong as hell. She leaned into me and kissed my ear. “Hmmm, see what I mean, big guy? I’m a little bit stronger than your average girl, huh? I will admit though, I did kinda land on top of you, I’m SURE you’d have totally taken me otherwise.” She giggled a little bit at her last comment. “It’s OK though, you’ll have a chance to redeem yourself in a second.” She let go of my arms and ran her hands down to either side of my face. She was laying on top of me, pressed right up against me. I could feel her breasts pressing against me. Her face was inches from mine, her breath was condensing on my face.
“Stop talking,” I said. I grabbed her head and pulled her mouth into mine. She pressed her hands against either side of my head. We made out on the side of the building for what seemed like an eternity. It was probably only a few minutes, but it seemed like forever. We rolled around, back and forth over the shrubs. She rolled me over as easily as I rolled her over, her legs were so strong, and she knew how to use her bodyweight, almost like a wrestler.
Sarah stopped kissing me, and began to nibble on my ear, slowly, breathing heavily and deeply into my ear. It was so fucking hot. This woman was so hot. I was in disbelief. I was against the side of a dorm, rolling around in the dirt with this gorgeous, strong woman. Sarah kept breathing in my ear, then looked at me, and grabbed my crotch.
“Alright,” she said. “I want you inside me. Let’s go. You’re going to make me scream, then I’m going to fuck you until you can’t see straight.” We got up, brushed the dirt and leaves off of each other, and began walking quickly towards Sarah’s apartment. My dick was so hard it hurt.
Sarah and I walked quickly across campus. Luckily, campus was only a few square blocks. I knew I had chosen the small liberal arts school for a reason. As we got about halfway across campus, we were close to the old dorm building. Sarah grabbed my arm.
“Hey, here, here, let’s go over here,” she said, and pulled me towards the side of the building. There was a small line of trees or shrubs along the side of the dorm, with a space a couple feet wide, between the shrubs and the walls of the dorm. We stood up against the wall, her back to the wall, face to face. I could feel her warm breath on my neck, she was breathing slowly, but deeply. Being a few inches taller than the girl is great.
“So, this is your place?” I asked.
“Yeah, I hope you like the plants!” she giggled. “Sorry if it’s a little chilly, the heater must be broken.”
I smiled at her, and thrust my tongue into her mouth. She eagerly accepted, and grabbed the crotch of my pants, rubbing her hands against my junk, slowly. She put one hand behind my back and pulled me closer to her. I wrapped my hands around her head and continued kissing her.
“Hmmmmm.” Sarah moaned loudly. It was really sexy. We kept kissing. She grabbed my back tightly, and wrapped one of her legs around mine. She moved her leg back, and picked mine up off the ground. She pulled me against her, and started to kneel down.
“Don’t you worry, tough guy,” she whispered to me. “I’ve got you, you’re not falling, just kneel down backwards.”
She was easily able to control me as we went down to the ground. She was really strong, it was so hot. My cock was bulging in my pants. She straddled me, and put her hands on my shoulders. She began rubbing her crotch against mine, harder and harder, until she was almost pushing me into the ground. She pressed her hands into my shoulders.
“OK, part one of you meeting your match,” Sarah said, smiling at me. “You think you’re tough, big guy? Get away from under me.”
Her hands were pressed against my shoulders, and her hips were on mine. I could feel her hard legs on top of mine, and I very clearly remember how hard her biceps were five minutes ago. I pushed my arms off the ground. Sarah smiled at me, and pushed my arms up so they were horizontal with my shoulders, so I couldn’t reach her arms.
She leaned in close to my face. “Is that it?” she whispered to me, her warm breath condensing in the cold fall air. She kissed me deeply, for a second, then pulled away. “Come on, try again.”
I smiled at her, and threw my hips up against hers. She was taken off guard for a half second, then pressed back with her legs. She leaned into me again, and squeezed my legs with hers. Sarah’s legs were like clamps, they were so hard. There wasn’t anything I could do, she had me. I was so turned on I almost came in my pants. This was so hot, it was unreal. This girl was gorgeous, funny, and strong as hell. She leaned into me and kissed my ear. “Hmmm, see what I mean, big guy? I’m a little bit stronger than your average girl, huh? I will admit though, I did kinda land on top of you, I’m SURE you’d have totally taken me otherwise.” She giggled a little bit at her last comment. “It’s OK though, you’ll have a chance to redeem yourself in a second.” She let go of my arms and ran her hands down to either side of my face. She was laying on top of me, pressed right up against me. I could feel her breasts pressing against me. Her face was inches from mine, her breath was condensing on my face.
“Stop talking,” I said. I grabbed her head and pulled her mouth into mine. She pressed her hands against either side of my head. We made out on the side of the building for what seemed like an eternity. It was probably only a few minutes, but it seemed like forever. We rolled around, back and forth over the shrubs. She rolled me over as easily as I rolled her over, her legs were so strong, and she knew how to use her bodyweight, almost like a wrestler.
Sarah stopped kissing me, and began to nibble on my ear, slowly, breathing heavily and deeply into my ear. It was so fucking hot. This woman was so hot. I was in disbelief. I was against the side of a dorm, rolling around in the dirt with this gorgeous, strong woman. Sarah kept breathing in my ear, then looked at me, and grabbed my crotch.
“Alright,” she said. “I want you inside me. Let’s go. You’re going to make me scream, then I’m going to fuck you until you can’t see straight.” We got up, brushed the dirt and leaves off of each other, and began walking quickly towards Sarah’s apartment. My dick was so hard it hurt.
Sarah - Part 1
Part one of an encounter with the wonderfully strong Sarah
It was three months after the start of my first year of college. The classes weren’t hard, which freed up more time to have fun, party, and meet people. My roommate and I got along famously, and had met lots of people so far. Last weekend, my roommate had met a cute girl, Jenn, at a keg party. They had hit it off, he had laid pipe, it was the following Friday, and we were heading to Jenn’s house for a pre-party before a keg party.
I met Sarah at Jenn’s house. I walked in, and saw her immediately. She was about 5’8”, long wavy blond hair, bright green eyes, small perky breasts, and a huge smile. She looked fairly fit, but it was hard to tell. Jenn saw that I was checking her out, and introduced us. We hit it off fairly quickly; she was funny, thought I was funny, and had a lot of funny stories. We had a few shots, and she excused herself for a cigarette, I joined her. She lit hers first, then passed me her lit match.
“So, you’re a funny guy,” Sarah said to me, coyly smiling. “I like that, so many people are so boring, you make me laugh, and that’s great.”
“Well, I just work with what you give me,” I replied. “That story about your night last weekend, how could I not poke fun at forgetting your sunglasses were hanging on your shirt?”
“Well, if you’re working with what I’ve got, I’m putting you to work,” Sarah said.
Her eyes narrowed for a second, she threw her cigarette aside. She grabbed mine out of my mouth, threw it away, and pressed herself up against me. My back was to the house, she pressed herself up against me, hard, and rubbed her thigh against my semi-erect cock. She pushed me up against the house quickly and easily. Clearly, Sarah was as fit or fitter than she had looked when I laid eyes on her.
“I like it tasting cigarettes on a guy’s breath,” she whispered to me, her mouth inches from my ear. “I like it a lot. I like you a lot too.” She grabbed my head with her hands, and thrust her tongue into my mouth. She was an outstanding kisser, her tongue explored my mouth, twisting around my own.
She and I sort of slid around the side of the house, out of the light and away from the door. She pushed me up against the house, again, this time thrusting one of her thighs between my legs, rubbing it up and down against my now fully erect cock.
“You’re pretty strong, Sarah. I’m impressed,” I said.
She stopped for a second, and smiled. “Yeah, I am pretty strong. I’ve played soccer and ran track my entire life. At about 13 or so, working out and lifting weights was just part of my life. I hope it’s OK. My muscles aren’t that big, but trust me, I’m a lot stronger than I look, and it freaks some guys out, they don’t like it. I’m not one of those girls who lifts weights to get strong and be really muscular. I like to play soccer and run track, and I’m strong because of it.”
This was music to my ears, I couldn’t believe it. I’ve always been attracted to stronger girls. I’m not super athletic, but I’m athletic enough, and I’ve always preferred a girl with a little meat on her bones. As we pressed each other against the house and made out, I got a better feel for Sarah’s body. It was quite a body to feel.
She wasn’t huge like a gymnast, but she was really strong. Her legs were solid, not that large, but as we rolled around, it was easy for her to move my entire body weight with her legs. They were hard as stone, and as I ran my hands down to her ass, I could have bounced quarters off of it, it was stiff, small, and perfectly shaped. Her arms were similar, not that large, but she had definite biceps and triceps. Her biceps were super hard, I squeezed them a bit, they didn’t budge, and she giggle between kisses. “I told you, they’re not that large, but they’re much stronger than they look.”
“No, your body is beautiful,” I said to her. “I’ve never been with anyone who’s so fit, but still so compact. Your legs are small, but they’re hard as stone, and strong as fuck.”
“Yeah they are, check these out too!” Sarah said. She lifted up her sweater and revealed a near perfect set of abs. “You could punch them, if you want, but only if you’re OK with a girl having abs that can take your punches. I promise you, you’re not going to hurt me.”
“I think I can handle that,” I said. “I’d like to see just how strong you are, Sarah. Do you want to go to this party?”
“Nope,” she said. “I want to go back to my apartment and show you how strong I am. Flex you biceps for me, big boy.”
I did as she asked. I’m not super athletic, as I’ve said, but I’m not in horrible shape by any means. I’m six feet tall, run semi-regularly, and am not a total stranger to the weight room. Yes, this girl Sarah clearly works out more than me, and her legs were probably as strong as mine, but whatever, I’m a guy. Sarah felt my arms, and smiled at me.
“I hope you are indeed comfortable with your manhood, honey, because my arms are much harder than yours. You’re going to meet defeat in bed, I hope you’re OK with that.”
“Um, that all remains to be seen, doesn’t it?” I said. “The whole losing part?”
“Yeah it does, but I think I know what I’m talking about,” she said. She smiled at me, and plunged her mouth into mine. As she kissed me, she pushed me up against the house with such force that it almost hurt. She pinned my arms to the house with hers, and her leg pushed up hard against my bluging and erect cock. She reached down, grabbed it, and gave it a good yank.
“Oh, this feels nice. I want it in me later, but not till we’ve had some fun,” she said. “Let’s go back to my place.”
We made out on the side of the house for another five minutes. I was amazed at how strongly her hands moved up and down my body. We took turns holding each other against the house, she pushing every bit as hard as I did. I was amazed. How did I walk into this almost random house, and end up against the outside of it, an hour later, with the most beautiful girl I’d seen the entire two months here?
I pressed my hands against her abs and thought about her telling me I could punch her. Her abs were solid and strongly, I could feel them contracting with each breath. I could feel the large slabs of muscle in her lats and back as well. Clearly, Sarah worked out, a lot, and it was pretty possible that I was going to go back to her place, and meet my superior.
After another minute or two, she grabbed my hand, giggle coyly, and lead us away, across campus, towards her apartment. We didn’t even say goodbye.
It was three months after the start of my first year of college. The classes weren’t hard, which freed up more time to have fun, party, and meet people. My roommate and I got along famously, and had met lots of people so far. Last weekend, my roommate had met a cute girl, Jenn, at a keg party. They had hit it off, he had laid pipe, it was the following Friday, and we were heading to Jenn’s house for a pre-party before a keg party.
I met Sarah at Jenn’s house. I walked in, and saw her immediately. She was about 5’8”, long wavy blond hair, bright green eyes, small perky breasts, and a huge smile. She looked fairly fit, but it was hard to tell. Jenn saw that I was checking her out, and introduced us. We hit it off fairly quickly; she was funny, thought I was funny, and had a lot of funny stories. We had a few shots, and she excused herself for a cigarette, I joined her. She lit hers first, then passed me her lit match.
“So, you’re a funny guy,” Sarah said to me, coyly smiling. “I like that, so many people are so boring, you make me laugh, and that’s great.”
“Well, I just work with what you give me,” I replied. “That story about your night last weekend, how could I not poke fun at forgetting your sunglasses were hanging on your shirt?”
“Well, if you’re working with what I’ve got, I’m putting you to work,” Sarah said.
Her eyes narrowed for a second, she threw her cigarette aside. She grabbed mine out of my mouth, threw it away, and pressed herself up against me. My back was to the house, she pressed herself up against me, hard, and rubbed her thigh against my semi-erect cock. She pushed me up against the house quickly and easily. Clearly, Sarah was as fit or fitter than she had looked when I laid eyes on her.
“I like it tasting cigarettes on a guy’s breath,” she whispered to me, her mouth inches from my ear. “I like it a lot. I like you a lot too.” She grabbed my head with her hands, and thrust her tongue into my mouth. She was an outstanding kisser, her tongue explored my mouth, twisting around my own.
She and I sort of slid around the side of the house, out of the light and away from the door. She pushed me up against the house, again, this time thrusting one of her thighs between my legs, rubbing it up and down against my now fully erect cock.
“You’re pretty strong, Sarah. I’m impressed,” I said.
She stopped for a second, and smiled. “Yeah, I am pretty strong. I’ve played soccer and ran track my entire life. At about 13 or so, working out and lifting weights was just part of my life. I hope it’s OK. My muscles aren’t that big, but trust me, I’m a lot stronger than I look, and it freaks some guys out, they don’t like it. I’m not one of those girls who lifts weights to get strong and be really muscular. I like to play soccer and run track, and I’m strong because of it.”
This was music to my ears, I couldn’t believe it. I’ve always been attracted to stronger girls. I’m not super athletic, but I’m athletic enough, and I’ve always preferred a girl with a little meat on her bones. As we pressed each other against the house and made out, I got a better feel for Sarah’s body. It was quite a body to feel.
She wasn’t huge like a gymnast, but she was really strong. Her legs were solid, not that large, but as we rolled around, it was easy for her to move my entire body weight with her legs. They were hard as stone, and as I ran my hands down to her ass, I could have bounced quarters off of it, it was stiff, small, and perfectly shaped. Her arms were similar, not that large, but she had definite biceps and triceps. Her biceps were super hard, I squeezed them a bit, they didn’t budge, and she giggle between kisses. “I told you, they’re not that large, but they’re much stronger than they look.”
“No, your body is beautiful,” I said to her. “I’ve never been with anyone who’s so fit, but still so compact. Your legs are small, but they’re hard as stone, and strong as fuck.”
“Yeah they are, check these out too!” Sarah said. She lifted up her sweater and revealed a near perfect set of abs. “You could punch them, if you want, but only if you’re OK with a girl having abs that can take your punches. I promise you, you’re not going to hurt me.”
“I think I can handle that,” I said. “I’d like to see just how strong you are, Sarah. Do you want to go to this party?”
“Nope,” she said. “I want to go back to my apartment and show you how strong I am. Flex you biceps for me, big boy.”
I did as she asked. I’m not super athletic, as I’ve said, but I’m not in horrible shape by any means. I’m six feet tall, run semi-regularly, and am not a total stranger to the weight room. Yes, this girl Sarah clearly works out more than me, and her legs were probably as strong as mine, but whatever, I’m a guy. Sarah felt my arms, and smiled at me.
“I hope you are indeed comfortable with your manhood, honey, because my arms are much harder than yours. You’re going to meet defeat in bed, I hope you’re OK with that.”
“Um, that all remains to be seen, doesn’t it?” I said. “The whole losing part?”
“Yeah it does, but I think I know what I’m talking about,” she said. She smiled at me, and plunged her mouth into mine. As she kissed me, she pushed me up against the house with such force that it almost hurt. She pinned my arms to the house with hers, and her leg pushed up hard against my bluging and erect cock. She reached down, grabbed it, and gave it a good yank.
“Oh, this feels nice. I want it in me later, but not till we’ve had some fun,” she said. “Let’s go back to my place.”
We made out on the side of the house for another five minutes. I was amazed at how strongly her hands moved up and down my body. We took turns holding each other against the house, she pushing every bit as hard as I did. I was amazed. How did I walk into this almost random house, and end up against the outside of it, an hour later, with the most beautiful girl I’d seen the entire two months here?
I pressed my hands against her abs and thought about her telling me I could punch her. Her abs were solid and strongly, I could feel them contracting with each breath. I could feel the large slabs of muscle in her lats and back as well. Clearly, Sarah worked out, a lot, and it was pretty possible that I was going to go back to her place, and meet my superior.
After another minute or two, she grabbed my hand, giggle coyly, and lead us away, across campus, towards her apartment. We didn’t even say goodbye.
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