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I do think I truly loved Sarah, the person, not the Herculean she-beast she had become in the past year, her hyper-developed physique was just the perfect, darkest desire-based icing on the cake in our relationship. His eyes followed my fingers as they worshipped his huge muscle, he was turned on by himself and my fingers showed awesome respect to this superman of muscle. At the start it had just been regional competition footage, but as she aggressively and painstakingly grew herself over the last year this was no longer a viable inspiration, and she had moved on to some of the most densely, thickly developed strong-ladies in the game - Sharon Garrett, Kashma Maharaj, Kim Perez, and the always voluminously titantic Collette Guimond, now were on parade regularly on the television in the living room, with Sarah crunching out matching, synapse-frying body-billowing poses, putting her physique on the line against some of the 'freaks' of the world of extreme female bodybuilding. It definitely seemed the bigger and more muscular Sarah commanded her body to become, the money increased exponentially, and I could understand. Just a few days after my hook up with Mr. The biceps bulged and twisted. All were overall slightly smaller to my lustful eye in comparison to Sarah's staggering, steroid-fed gluttony of paradigm shattering girl-muscles, and maybe it was just the fact that Sarah was physically there, bulging, flexing right in front of me. They must be what - 23 inches? Am I not girlie enough for you now, David? I think it was a few weeks into my training when it first happened. He either shaved or waxed as there was nothing to interrupt my vision of his hard flesh. He walked around for a minute with the beam across his shoulder and then - He bent it in two! I was swimming in Muscle sex stories



Delts squared off and striated beside ripped hairy pecs, deeply cut as each cord of muscle defined itself. There were a few telltale giveaways of his age: Once inside, he led me into the living room. The biceps bunched and flexed as he moved, and his back was amazing - thick and muscled. Regardless, in her impressionable mind, they were way too close, and while I had made my concerns known regarding her constantly ballooning size, unfortunately my betraying manhood always told another story, and that's the 'tool' that Sarah used to gauge the state of her senses-assaulting physique. That day I returned from work earlier than expected due to a power outage at the restaurant. His muscle was turning him on! Look at these fuckin' guns! We climbed into his truck and drove off. I do think I truly loved Sarah, the person, not the Herculean she-beast she had become in the past year, her hyper-developed physique was just the perfect, darkest desire-based icing on the cake in our relationship. He gritted his teeth like a savage animal, more monster than man, pushing all his superhuman stength into the flex.

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Pretty hot, huh? Feel this arm. I was struck by his macho attitude as he strode around. How much I'd love to feel the power in his arms and chest as he bent iron bars and fucked my brains out with his muscle cock. His eyes followed my fingers as they worshipped his huge muscle, he was turned on by himself and my fingers showed awesome respect to this superman of muscle. All were overall slightly smaller to my lustful eye in comparison to Sarah's staggering, steroid-fed gluttony of paradigm shattering girl-muscles, and maybe it was just the fact that Sarah was physically there, bulging, flexing right in front of me. Twenty-eight and a half when I'm pumped. Every time I was spent, Sarah easily brought me back to iron attention by seductively, slowly posing and blowing out her mind-melting, men's championship-sized and conditioned body. He grabbed my hard dick and sucked like an expert, his cheeks pulling the cum out of my aching balls. She was pumped fully, gigantic and shredded, her body thicker, wider, more extremely, densely built than merely two weeks before, and I knew instantly by her condition and sexual hunger that a workout and 'roid-fillup had not been too long in Sarah's past. A few glimpses in the dark of a huge, cone-shaped wide shadow form, turning sideways and allowing a sliver of light around her thick, lumped torso through the bedroom doorway, was all I had seen of my girlfriend in days.



































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A real fuckin' stud fuckin' your hot throat. Her comparatively smallish head was tilted backwards, hair swept up in a super-tight ponytail, her thick neck and traps bulging ominously, but Sarah's big brown eyes were open and locked in on the television when I intruded, not even breaking their concentrated gaze at my interruption. This man was HUGE! For those schmoes, though, Sarah's egregiously muscular, always ripped physique was the gold standard of extreme fetish. The biceps bunched and flexed as he moved, and his back was amazing - thick and muscled. There was a crane attempting to lift several big steel beams - they looked like they weighed a couple tons. He grabbed my hard dick and sucked like an expert, his cheeks pulling the cum out of my aching balls. I lost count of the times both of us orgasmed, but it was up to that night the most amazing, exhausting, fulfilling sex I have ever had, and my girlfriend's stamina, stength, and amazing muscular control had everything to do with it. I touched his nipples, erect and hot. Am I not girlie enough for you now, David? You must be really powerful. Muscle Sex Chapter 12 by TheSabre About a week had now gone by since that unbelievable, fantastic night, and I think my body was finally fully healed and thankfully no longer sore to the point that I could move around like a normal human being, instead of one just released from traction in a hospital. Viril77, Rating: He slowly let most of the beams down and his shirt buttons popped with the pump he was getting. Now that I was awake, though, those thoughts faded in eager aquiescence to her soft cajoling and confusingly cute begging, I mounted her from behind, gripping her eruptuous, inches-thick bulging traps like meaty handlebars as I thrust madly, moaning and groaning like a beast myself to join her loud, animal-like vocal pleasure, both of us completely erotically supercharged by Sarah's comic-book, unnaturally packed physique. His eyes followed my fingers as they worshipped his huge muscle, he was turned on by himself and my fingers showed awesome respect to this superman of muscle. We spoke daily on the phone, and gave the requisite 'love you's and all, and the familiar banter of who was picking up the cat food, drying the laundry, everything you'd expect of a normal relationship, was still there. He was looking at me! Extremely fearful but also fairly dangerously indignant, I finally opened my mouth as I felt the situation spinning quickly out of my control. Pretty hot, huh?

It pushed me even harder - all of this is for you, David, all of this huge, bulging muscle is a gift for YOU, so what now, do I need to get implants? It was like an extraordinary feeling of taboo swept over me. But I'm fucking gentle. Feel it! I lost count of the times both of us orgasmed, but it was up to that night the most amazing, exhausting, fulfilling sex I have ever had, and my girlfriend's stamina, stength, and amazing muscular control had everything to do with it. And smiling. Strong as a fucking bull! I know what I'm doing. Strength training coach at the university. Veins and thick biceps popped, Cords sprang out in his hairy forearms. Soon I would learn this meant 3 hours of working out a day, in addition to the time he spent with athletes. There he stood with one of the beams across his shoulder, the tattered shirt exposing his massive hairy pecs, and a growing bulge in his dirty jeans! She had woken me a few mere minutes into my quickly deep sleep, still frighteningly voluminous, pumped up and cut to ribbons, and more dangerously fantasy-fulfilling for me, insatiably worked up, hot, sweaty, and extremely horny. Married Muscle Coach Date: His build was ex-football all the way, and I could tell he worked hard to keep every bit of muscle tone and bulk as his body changed. All were overall slightly smaller to my lustful eye in comparison to Sarah's staggering, steroid-fed gluttony of paradigm shattering girl-muscles, and maybe it was just the fact that Sarah was physically there, bulging, flexing right in front of me. We drove to his house, a little bungalow with a couple of cars in the drive. I touched his nipples, erect and hot. It looked thick and long. Muscle sex stories



Now that I was awake, though, those thoughts faded in eager aquiescence to her soft cajoling and confusingly cute begging, I mounted her from behind, gripping her eruptuous, inches-thick bulging traps like meaty handlebars as I thrust madly, moaning and groaning like a beast myself to join her loud, animal-like vocal pleasure, both of us completely erotically supercharged by Sarah's comic-book, unnaturally packed physique. He locked the gate and came over to me. The cable broke and the beams started falling to the ground. It pushed the front out and threatened to break through from the sheer weight of it. Finally he put me down and we lay on the bed to Feel this arm. Maddeningly and arousingly, she simultaneously pepperred me with sexy muscle-talk, describing in minute detail how much more muscular she was going to get, all for me, how she was going to get 'fucking revolting, ripped and huge'. Look at these fucking pecs! I pounded her insanely with manic lustfulness, as Sarah grunted happily and moaned loudly across increasing octaves, so sexily and mindbogglingly girlishly against the constant, painful contact of my comparatively sticklike thighs and hips with her bursting, blocky, marbled physique. You must be really powerful. Then he flexed his biceps and I licked them while I jerked his massive prick until it shot all over my chest. I know what I'm doing. I was struck by his macho attitude as he strode around. The foreman held the beams over his head and rested them on his shoulder. He seemed to be the foreman. All I could think about was this man fucking someone. While I had just been fully awake for mere minutes, her thick, rippling body stuffed, skin stretched paper-thin, full of titanium hard she-muscle had me instantly rock hard and aware. It looked thick and long. Here was this man, 50 and married, with a perfectly sculpted muscle bod.

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Pretty hot, huh? They must be what - 23 inches? Her body still arched, arm muscles bulging frighteningly, nearing skin rupture amongst explosions of veinage, Sarah, with a quick, cute grunt, expelled the dildo powerfully from within her, lower ab cubes popping blatantly into bold relief against the swell of her muscled mound, and the long sextoy plopped out of her to land in a puddle of her cum on the carpeted floor. I think it was a few weeks into my training when it first happened. I can't help getting hard, thinking about all the muscle and power working in those yards. Feel these hard abs, baby. We climbed into his truck and drove off. Younger and older, most of them huge with bulging muscles from all the hard labor. We spoke daily on the phone, and gave the requisite 'love you's and all, and the familiar banter of who was picking up the cat food, drying the laundry, everything you'd expect of a normal relationship, was still there. Every time I was spent, Sarah easily brought me back to iron attention by seductively, slowly posing and blowing out her mind-melting, men's championship-sized and conditioned body. It looked thick and long. Soft brown hair billowed out from the top of the t and his arms were enormous! At the start it had just been regional competition footage, but as she aggressively and painstakingly grew herself over the last year this was no longer a viable inspiration, and she had moved on to some of the most densely, thickly developed strong-ladies in the game - Sharon Garrett, Kashma Maharaj, Kim Perez, and the always voluminously titantic Collette Guimond, now were on parade regularly on the television in the living room, with Sarah crunching out matching, synapse-frying body-billowing poses, putting her physique on the line against some of the 'freaks' of the world of extreme female bodybuilding. Finally he put me down and we lay on the bed to UNNGhhhhh," she finished abruptly with a ear-rattling, guttural groan, while battling looks of carnal pleasure and anger contorted her pretty, made-up face, pearly teeth clenched, neck cords twitching strangely as her body rocked forward into the dildo, shaking, no, I realized with wide eyes, actually vibrating, each abominably huge muscle group bloating, reforming, shredding, shrinking. All the guys watched in amazement at this show of pure power. Look at these fuckin' guns! It really impresses everyone. I knew for a fact that she was 'self-medicating' her volcanic, seemingly limitless libido - I had found the large blue dildo Bree had once pleasured herself with at the begginning of all this laying in random spots in the apartment over several mornings. He had sunglasses and a thick bristly mustache with several days growth of stubble that looked like the beginning of a beard. As I passed him my heart raced, and I did my best to avoid looking right at him. Suddenly, Sarah's head jerked backwards, her thick body arching and volcanoeing out mounds of pec muscles upwards on her rib cage as my girlfriend screamed almost painfully, as if she had just taken a powerful gutpunch, and to me, confusingly, super-erotically. And smiling. He grabbed a 2x4 from the corner of the room and pulled it across his rock hard stomach. For those schmoes, though, Sarah's egregiously muscular, always ripped physique was the gold standard of extreme fetish. Gay Male, Mature , Author: Hunks all of them and sweaty hard-working men. He gritted his teeth like a savage animal, more monster than man, pushing all his superhuman stength into the flex.

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A few glimpses in the dark of a huge, cone-shaped wide shadow form, turning sideways and allowing a sliver of light around her thick, lumped torso through the bedroom doorway, was all I had seen of my girlfriend in days. Now when I pass construction sites I have to carry my knapsack in front of me. A real stud construction worker. Huge tree trunk quads tightened and his calves split in 2 as the flex ended in this monster's feet. I licked his hairy nuts and thighs. He wore a T-shirt that hugged his massive frame and jeans that fit snugly over his huge thick thighs. He slowly let most of the beams down and his shirt buttons popped with the pump he was getting. He was locking the gates and getting ready to go home. We drove to his house, a little bungalow with a couple of cars in the drive. All were overall slightly smaller to my lustful eye in comparison to Sarah's staggering, steroid-fed gluttony of paradigm shattering girl-muscles, and maybe it was just the fact that Sarah was physically there, bulging, flexing right in front of me. Her entire body was twitching with ripped to shreds muscle groups, and I watched, now rubbing my crotch through my pants fabric, as a last drop of her oozed from between her engorged labia and splattered against huge, vein-crisscrossed quadriceps. His muscle was turning him on! A real fuckin' stud fuckin' your hot throat. The biceps bunched and flexed as he moved, and his back was amazing - thick and muscled. I paused and smiled back. The cable broke and the beams started falling to the ground. I walked into the dimly lit living room to find Sarah, entirely naked, impaling herself brutally with a startlingly large new dildo while her other hand was caressing her hugely blood-bloated, fully engorged and sweat-sheened muscles. I looked to the screen, and sure, enough, there the mentioned professional bodybuilder was, in all of her overtly musclebound glory, a miniscule blue micro-bikini painted on her bulging torso like an afterthought. Glancing quickly around my instantly pants-tenting, protruding manhood at the floor, my eyes quickly spied her perspiration soaked custom-made Nike sportsbra, and matching, tiny and dripping boy-shorts panties, circled by multiple empty syringes, and my suspicions were confirmed. As I slowly woke, my mind-image of an earlier Sarah, before her transformation, leaning against the wall in my favorite black lace lingerie, her body curvy and a bit top-heavy, was brutally squashed by the reality my eyes took in as they opened. Feel these hard abs, baby. One thing led to another and the man invited me to work out off-hours at the university gym. My breath was getting shorter. You must be really powerful. I touched his nipples, erect and hot. Feel it. You want it don' t you? I was struck by his macho attitude as he strode around. I like being big, man. And smiling.

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