Ward Hatten finished his art studies in Florence and was back in the States looking for models built on the strong side. He had seen what Michelangelo did with his powerful women and wanted to do the same. His friend, Cliff, had mentioned a girl he knew with extraordinary physical development, so he was on his way to meet her. He came through the fence in the backyard and saw two women fighting; it was unbelievable, their biceps were more powerful than most men’s, their abdominal muscles ripped like waves, their shoulders and backs were strong and broad. At one glance he knew he had to know these girls and hoped he could come on strong. The art crap wouldn’t do, he was too familiar with men gaping at those pictures of naked ladies in museums, or the furtive glances of school girls at the statues of Greek youths—lust and shame ravaging their pallid faces as they gazed upon strong and beautiful manhood.
What the Hell could he say?—”I could take you both on,” he blurted out, hoping he didn’t look as stupid as he felt and immediately feeling relief, almost adoration for the stronger as he said with a fine smile and teasing gleam “You just might try that.” His nerves jumped at the thought of contact with her!
“There’s got to be a soft spot in you, girlie.” He knew he was sounding more puerile by the minute, as on many occasions he wished he could retract the blunt, stupid things he said. Surely he wasn’t as stupid as he sounded. As though she hadn’t heard, the blonde casually picked up the 5-foot bar, held it over her head and tensed her biceps. Slowly and without much effort, the damn thing was bent. Like a magnet he reached out to feel those arms; they were not soft, there was no fat; they were like iron and incredibly full. He wanted to get his hands on those thighs which looked like they could break logs, but didn’t chance it. This girl’s arms were amazing, as she let the rod go with an easy flick of her wrist, the triceps and biceps were like knurled metal beneath her skin. The pronator of the forearm was long and prominent, the trapezius, deltoid, and pectorals were massive; her arms were strong like a weightlifter’s but with a sensuous grace peculiarly feminine.
The blonde was doing some pushups, 30 or 40; he lost count. Her body was perfectly straight and the arms were working like mechanical levers, pumping up and down—up and down. He imagined what it would be like to be underneath her body in sexual intercourse, but immediately dismissed the thought and felt a peculiar elation.
The brunette said, “How about a little tussle…you started with Edna, why not finished with me? Just for fun, of course—nobody gets hurt, you understand…just for fun, that’s what we like…something, just for the fun of it.”
“My name is Ward,” he said, still feeling very stupid in front of these two. “Oh, that’s Edna Fedrova and my name is Sophia Vickta,” said the big brunette. “I’m glad we can get acquainted this way.”
Sophia lifted Ward a few inches from the ground and gently rolled him from side to side across her abdomen, pressing him just enough against her to keep him from falling. A happy smile on her face told him she enjoyed the game.
“Are you trying to get a bear hug on me?” she teased. Every time he tried to engage his hands, she tensed her muscles and they were spring like a weak lock. Without letting him fall, she reached with one arm between his legs and cartwheeled him upside down, then back over her shoulders. “This is why we only play for fun; if I were to drop you or expert a little pressure on you here—” she forced his shoulders down a little—”your back would never be the same.”
Sophia kept extending and flexing her arms. While slyly glancing at Ward she made her muscles ripple.
Ward was now aware of his powerlessness. His attempt to free himself failed quickly and Sophia had his face cradled between her legs. The more Ward struggled to free himself from her love nest, the tighter her legs bound him to her. He began to panic when he discovered the incipient erection he felt coming for so long was now bulging his pants. Sophia must have been clairvoyant for at that very moment she reached back and put her hand flatly between his legs, feeling his hard-on, at the same time putting her right hand on his neck and flipping him around, snapping his head against her vulva with a violent ankle lock. He gasped for breath against her womanhood and felt sexually excited by the violence done to him and the proximity of her pudendum.
He felt his belt buckle snap, and the fly of his pants was forced open. The skivvy shorts were ripped by a powerful hand which grasped the distended dick with a forceful tug. Toying with his manhood, she teasingly masturbated him as if it were her right and not a privilege; as if his cock were a part of her, not of him. He felt the strangest cool-warm sensation as her mouth seized his disturbed organ and began to suck. Of all the astonishing experiences he had that day this was beyond believing; how he usually loathed women doing this—this woman was driving his pleasure to an extreme, he felt no longer in control of anything, held tightly in her powerful grasp. His orgasm approached with irresistible rapidity. Sophia released her oral grip at the precise moment of wild ejaculation forcing the spurting fluid through his shaft, squeezing the base of his cock and with the other hand kneading his wrinkled scrotum. After he was spent she continued the vehement motion until with exhausting pleasure his drained body once again forced the seminal fluid high in the air.
When Ward regained consciousness, some time later, he found himself in a bright spacious gymnasium; he was placed reclining in a comfortable chair, dressed in a clean soft cotton gym suit. He felt freshly bathed. There were at least a dozen other women exercising on the floor. One was of extraordinary stature; he ventured to guess she was close to seven feet tall. In the middle was a gorgeous woman practically nude, doing knee bends. He leaned forward and thought he recognized Sophia—it was her. Raising his arm to catch her attention, she spied him from across the floor. He saw her drop the weight she was holding and wave to him. She smiled. She smiled very happily and came running to greet him.
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