[fragile1]

I am a long time lurker who is trying to contribute.  I have no ability in drawing or story writing, like the great ones who are on this board.  Constructive criticism is welcome.  If you are under 21, go away!!  This is an adult story.  The following story is completely fictional.  It is NSFW. 

So years later, I received a high school reunion e-mail.  One of those notices that someone wants to chat with you again.  It was her.  Molly… 

“Scott, I’ve hadn’t heard from you in so long,”  Blah, blah, blah, “would love to see you again.”

Having sometime over the weekend, I decided to respond.  We exchanged phone numbers, I called, she was happy to hear from me, no hard feelings, she has sooo moved on, started talking about this doctor she was seeing, just wanted to catch up with an old friend.

Harmless enough, I thought.  I drove back to that familiar house.  The same happy neighborhood, the snow had covered most of the street and houses.  Pulling into the driveway, I thought back to our relationship, I was relieved that she had moved on.  I was happy to be friends with her.  Perhaps, she had friends that she could introduce me to…

Stepping out, into the snow, I walked up to the door.  I was almost excited about our reunion.  My palms were clammy, my breath quickened.  Did I really miss her that much?

I rang the doorbell and waited.  I didn’t notice it at first but there was a note taped to the door. 

“Walk around back, I’ll meet you at the basement door.  XOXOXO” 

Grudgingly, I dragged myself through the snow.  I didn’t have proper gear so moving through the snow quickly chilled my body temperature and demeanor about this whole situation. 

At the basement door, again was posted a not “Come In Scotty.” 

As I entered, the familiar sights and feeling returned.  The same furniture, TV, refrigerator, weight sets, punching bag, exercise bike and mats that her father used.  Then I saw her standing towards the back of the basement, next to the stairway leading to the main floor, casually leaning up against the banister with the light behind her.  The rest of the lights in the room were off, but the light from the doorway gave me just enough visibility.  Many an activity had taken place in this basement years before.  It provided plenty of dark corners for teenagers to discover themselves.

A big smile pulled from ear to ear; straight shiny, polished white teeth, beaming gray-green eyes, and that wavy burning red hair, pulled back into a pony tail.  Time stopped… she was just like she was a dozen years ago.  The years had not been so kind to me; early balding, unappealing hair and weight gain.  All the bad things that you just don’t have time to take care of.  She didn’t seem like she had aged a bit.  She still had those same beautiful eyes, pouty lips, and that cute button nose that had first attracted me too her.  My heart beat sped up uncontrollably…  I was nervous for the first time in years around this,beautiful woman.

“Wow Molly.  You look great!  You haven’t changed a bit.” 

The room seemed much darker than the last time I was here and the overcast clouds outside didn’t help much.  But the light above her head showed me all I had needed to see.  She was wearing a turtle neck, heavy sweatshirt and matching pants along with boots.  She looked so round… almost rounder than taller.  I could make out a very thick neck?  My initial observation grossly exaggerated that cute little Molly had become very round and maybe, not so appealing.

“How nice of you to say, Scotty, but I’ve changed quite a bit.  I’ve really grown up, taken control of my life, stopped depending on any man’s approval to make me happy.  I’ve become an independent thinker.  I have only one person to please, now.” 

“Good for you, Molly… but why do I care about any of that?  I just thought that we were going to get together with some friends, grab a drink, and spend sometime watching the world go by.” 

“Well, there’s plenty of time for that, but first, I thought that we would settle an old challenge.” 

Walking towards the bench press, in the corner, I noticed that there was 135 pounds on the rack. 

“You, remember?  Something about me being able to out lift you, and some other unsavory demands that you made of me?”

“Molly, that was 12 years ago.  I have grown a lot since then, too. I thought we would start again, as friends?  There is no need to bring up the past.”

Walking gracefully, slowly towards the bench press she slid underneath the bar and looked back at me.  “In due time, but I still wanted a chance to prove myself for you.  You want to give a little girl a spot?”

“Molly, careful, that’s a lot of weight.”

“I know”, and effortlessly she lifted the weight off of the stand and began to rep it out, slowly at first and then, much faster almost as if it was nothing.  “28, 29, 30… that’s enough for now, your turn.”  Re-racking the weight and looking up at me innocently. 

As she stood up, I marveled, something just didn’t look right about her.  She was a lot thicker, now than before, but no… it had to be fat; no girl could be that muscular?  Sliding into position I was thinking that it had been years since I had done any serious lifting myself. But 135 pounds, I could still handle that.  Slam!!!!!  The weight came straight down on my chest. “uuggghhh”  I struggled mightily arching my back, heaving pushing, screaming and then finally, 1!”

“Ha… that’s it??  That’s all you got Scotty?  Oh, man we are going to have fun with this!!  Why don’t we get the bicep curl competition out of the way before anything else.”  She slowly began pulling the weight off of the rack and curled it!!” 

She must have notice my jaw dropping to the floor, because she grinned and winked at me as she again, effortlessly curled for rep after rep.  “ooohhhhh  yes!!  I love the way my muscles start to grow and thicken when I am pumping out reps,  don’t you?”  I stared dumbfounded.  My mind couldn’t believe what my eyes were viewing.  “Ah, a good stretch for me… now to some serious weight.”  With that, she easily pressed the weight onto a squat rack.

“How did you do that??”

“Shhh, all in good time, the show is just beginning.”

I was sweating profusely.  Between the one rep max and her sexiness, I was very hot and bothered.  Pulling off my jacket and gloves, standing in the room next to her, with just a t-shirt and jeans, I suddenly began to feel, much smaller…

“Oh, good idea, get more comfortable… it’s a little hot in here don’t you think?”  Removing her sweat shirt, I could only make out that she was very big.  Thick, large movements underneath several more layers of clothing… “I usually get cold, easily, so I need lots of clothes to keep me warm, but this workout with certainly help that out.”  She smiled at me, with those beautiful lips and so just a hint of cynicism in her voice.  Grabbing, a plate in each hand she fastened multiple plates to each side of the bar…  “How’s your squat these days?”  Looking at 315 pounds, I knew I was in even more trouble…

Grinning at her, with what little confidence I had left, “uhh, I don’t know about you, but I think that I can still handle this.”  Trying to muster as much confidence as I could, I stepped under the bar.  I lifted the bar off of the rack and trembling, drastically. I began to lower the weight, my knees buckled, my muscles failed, and I started falling. 

“Gotcha!!” she caught the weight with just her arms and held it there, with me attached to it!!

“That’s why you always need a spotter, Scotty.”  Pressing the weight and me up over her head, and then back down. I was too terrified to let go.  Over and over she pressed it with me along for the ride.  “I know that this wasn’t a part of your list, but I thought that I might show off, a little.”  With that she spun the weight around so that I was directly facing her.  Her face was just below my stomach.  Looking up at me, holding me without a struggle got quite a rise out of me.

“Ah… how cute, you've got a little muscle for me,” she beamed.  “I have missed him, he was always so fun to play with.  But save that muscle for later.  Right now, I need to win this squat contest.”

Lowering me to the ground, I finally let go.  She calmly pressed the weight over her head again and lowered it onto her shoulders.  With that sexy, flirtaeous grin she slowly lowered herself in front of me… all the way down until her butt hit her heels, her face even with my crotch, and then back up again, and down, over and over, rep after rep, looking up at the whole time.  Then squatting down again and slowly licking her lips, “I have missed this view of you Scotty.  Mmmm, I have thought about it a lot.  It makes me tingle just thinking about what you used to make me do.”  I lost count the number of reps she performed.  Finally, she walked back past me and racked the weight.

“Ok, so we proven that I can out do you in every weight bearing exercise that you named… now, the head to head competition.” 

Nervously, I looked at the slightly shorter, much thicker, and very enticing woman in front of me, with that glare of confidence, those lips, and that man-eating look.  “Uhhh… that’s ok Molly, it was a long time ago, and I don’t even remember what we talked about.”

Walking slowly towards me, “But I do, I have thought about it every day, I can’t stop thinking about it, or you… Scotty.” 

“Grip strength is first… you ready?”  Grabbing my hands quickly before I could say no, I felt those once frail, slim hands replaced with thick, callused, powerful hands interlacing with mine.  I saw her delicate fingernails still painted with hearts like she had all those years ago…

“Go” she yelled.

The pain was immediate and intense; shooting pain right thru my fingers, up my arms to straight to my brain.

“AHHHHH” I screamed and immediately tried to get her to let go.  “Please, please, you’re breaking my fingers!”  I fell to my knees, desperately trying to reduce the mind numbing agony.

“Not yet,” she cooed, “just bending them a little.” 

Looking up at that angelic face and smile while the pain seared through my fingers and up my arms with tears welling in my eyes, “Please, mercy, I am begging you Molly, I give, I give!!!”

Looking down at me, “I’ve been practicing on some objects see how much pressure they could take; golf balls, tennis balls and such.  I love hearing the crunch of a golf ball or the hiss of the air from a tennis ball.  But, my favorite is hearing the popping sounds of knuckles.  If you listen carefully, you hear each and every one…” 

“NOOOO, please don’t!!!”  Whimpering and wincing, I lowered my head down.

Squeezing me with another jolt, “ahhhhhhh, you’re no fun. Ok, I’ll be nice for now.  Do I win?” 

“Yes!!!  Please no more!!”  As she let go, I immediately collapsed into a ball, grabbing my throbbing hands, and desperately trying to hold back the sobs of tears.  Looking up, I saw Molly removing the turtle neck, another long sleeve shirt until she only had a small blue tank top with a familiar Red S design in the middle.  The contrast between the two of us was comical; with me crying and sputtering on the floor while Molly calmly watched me from above.  When I finally got some emotional control I looked up at her through my tear stained eyes.

What I thought was fat was in truth mountains on mountains of Grade A chiseled Irish-American Beef!! The kind that you only see in your dreams; large, round striated shoulders, bigger than lettuce heads, connected to massive jagged traps and neck.  Her breasts, a modest “B” a dozen years ago, had grown??  How?  Big round melons of lust sat proudly on her monstrous pec muscles thicker than porterhouse steaks.  Sculpted, rigid mounds of mighty bicep and tricep muscles threatened to rip out of her skin.  The veins, ooohhh the veins, snaking up her arms from those thick fingers up through those mighty arms and into her massive neck.  Flexing and relaxing her grip you could see her powerful forearms popping in and out.  Smiling innocently at me at first, and then slowly moistening her lips, I couldn’t help but get rigid myself… no wonder I had been completely and utterly destroyed.

“Notice my slight alterations did you?  What do you think?  19” arms big enough for ya??  Powerful enough to break concrete or a man’s jaw!!,” she hissed.  Bringing her huge fist down to my face, she alternately flexed and unflexed her bicep and tricep.  I swear that I heard and saw every fiber move beneath her paper thin skin.  “You’ve already met my 15” forarms…”  looking at her hands and alternating squeezing and relaxing them… the muscle fibers of those forearms swelling to ungodly proportions.

Then, rising and towering above me, “and how about this 56” chest??!!”  Bringing her arms together and going into a most muscular pose while leering down at me through a valley of power.  Her mountains of mammories so enticing while the sheer mass of muscle truly frightening.

“Well, is it enough muscle for you??!!!”  Leaning down close to me with such intensity and force I could not help but recoil in terror.  That beautiful face on top on top of 100’s of pounds of man killing, Scotty beating, muscle. 

Blubbering and babbling incomprehensively, I couldn’t respond so frozen was I in awe and fear.  I just stared at her pecs; inches thick of deeply corded, massive muscle looming above me.  Then she began alternately bouncing her pecs.  Each movement sent waves of motion thru those lustful mounds.

“You like the extras?  I convinced a doctor to help me out.  It’s amazing that he did all the work for free.  It just took a little convincing and he’s been assisting me ever since.”  Then she bent down and kneeled in front of me.

“Oh yes, Scotty, I have been waiting for this day. I have dreamed about it… While you studied, I trained.  While you lounged, and watched your sports, I trained, while you were screwing some soft little girl, I was training, and while you were getting softer, weaker and smaller, I was growing bigger, stronger, and meaner every day!!”  Emphasizing those last words, she flexed her biceps.  Veins, thick as earthworms ran across her arms up to her massive pecs and delts.    The contorted of vision of loveliness and terror was too much for me.

I began crying and mumbling, “I am so sorry that I put you through this for all of these years.  Long ago, I wasn’t man enough for you to tell you that I was afraid of commitment.  I wasn’t man enough to admit that you were too good for me.  I just said those things to drive you away.  I thought that they were so unrealistic.  I never thought that you could actually achieve them.  I didn’t mean to hurt you… please, forgive me.”

Abruptly rising and speaking with a cynical tone, “You think an apology is what I want?  Oh, no.  I want to finish that list; every item on that list.  Every last thing that you wanted me to be able to do to earn your love and affection, I want to cross it off that list.” 

“And next is boxing.  Aahhhh yes, you said that I had to be able to beat you in boxing,” staring at her flexing biceps and then looking at me seductively.  “Mmmm, yes these babies have been waiting for the chance to earn your love!!  They can’t wait to earn it,”  looking at me with that devilish smile, bringing her arms up to her head and then gently kissing each mountain of pain, running her tongue slowly over each curve.

Moaning softly, “Mmmmmm, I can tell these babies are calling to you.  They sense you and your weakness.  I think that they’re ready to show you how much they’ve wanted to please you.  Stand up!!!!”

“Please, don’t hurt me anymore… I’m sorry!” I pleaded. 

“You better stand up and fight me like a man or I’ll make it worse!!” 

Gradually standing up to her I seemed so thin, small, and insignificant.  Her presence was overwhelming.  With such a beautiful face on a monstrous and terrifying body, it just didn’t seem to match.  I was trembling with fear and adoration, my body shaking uncontrollably… 

Seeing the abject fear resonate through my body, I saw her demeanor change.  Her pulsating body seemed to calm, if only slightly.  Her face took a more peaceful, and pitied look.  She drew close and pulled my head to her shoulder.  “There, there Scotty, I promise it will be quick.  I’ll even give you two minutes to try and knock me down.  If you succeed, you win, and I won’t hit you at all.  Shhhhhhh, baby, it’s ok.  Molly is here to take care of you.” 

But my sobbing and trembling continued.  How could I even hope to stun this bone crusher, let alone knock her down.

Delicately wiping the tears from my eyes, she put her tongue out and licked her fingers clean.  Moaning, “mmmmm, I love the taste of fear.  It is the ultimate energy drink.  I know that these are going to fuel me for a long time.”

“Come on Scotty, give me your best, right here…” looking down, I saw her hand rubbing her amazingly sculpted abs… the very core of her being.  As if one cue, she began to rhythmically move them in and out, up and down… a river of muscle waxing and waning before me.  “Go ahead, the clock is ticketing.  You had better win, because I assure you, I won’t hesitate when the time is up.”  Backing up and looking at her I could only shake before this massive female powerhouse.  A mass of thick cords of man crushing power waited impatiently in front of me.  “Come on, hit me NOW!!!!!”

[stmercy2020]

That's a very nice contribution.  Very dramatic reveal, very sexy.

Neither of the main characters are really my favorite type, but that's a matter of personal taste, not skill.  You, sir, do very good work.

[reaper0002000]

Kudos! Way nice job — can't wait to see what happens…

[00tree]

well writen.  ;D

[Reason]

Awesome debut, man. Great build up and atmosphere. I really like your natural, easy to read style.

This guy is so screwed. Can't wait for the next chapter!

[fragile1]

I am a long time lurker who is trying to contribute.  Constructive criticism is welcome.  If you are under 21, go away!!  This is an adult story.  The following story is completely fictional.  It is NSFW.

Reunion, Part II

Trembling before her, I could only think about my throbbing hands, still aching from the crushing power of her grip.  I watched her hand trace the edges of her bricked abs.  The thickness of each ab pressed against one another in a constant battle for space.  Seeing my eyes looking fearfully at her midsection, she began slapping it, and popping it with her hand.  Then catching my line of sight, she slowly cracked an evil grin and exhaled.  What was already a pronounced mesh of muscle became an inhuman testament of power. 

“One minute and 30 seconds, Scotty.  Your time is wasting away, like your body and mind before me.  Give yourself a chance.  Swing away at me with your big, strong muscles.  Beat me down with your strength. I won’t hurt you… yet.”

It was now or never.  Moving into a boxer’s stance, I jabbed weakly, at her face.  But where I thought I would connect with chin I only got air.  Again I jabbed and she avoided me. Her footwork was good.  I crossed at her and switched hands, but nothing. She ducked and I stumbled wildly off to the side.  Regaining my balance, I moved in closer.

“Yes,” she purred, “come closer to me baby, come and get it.”  Pulling my arm back and swinging low, I finally connected.  Crrrunnchhh!!, went my hand as it slammed into her midsection.  “AHHhhhhhhh!!!,”  the pain of my knuckles cracking against her cobblestone abs.  I clutched my hand in pain. 

“Tisk, tisk.  Did the widdle man hurt his widdle hand on my big musckles?,” she teased.

“Too, Bad, so sad!!  One minute and then it’s my girl's turn,” flexing her massive physique showing off her best double bicep pose.  Her massive biceps threatening to rip her own skin open.  She brought them over to her face and kissed each mountainous bicep. 

Anger and rage filled my mind.  This girl, this beast, was not going to take me without a fight.  Pain or no pain, it was go time.

Screaming and charging, I launched a barrage of punches.  Damn the pain! Forget my defenses! If she wasn’t going to strike me, then fine, all or nothing.  I landed punch after punch in her midsection, shoulders and arms.  Striking wildly at her body and arms I couldn’t make contact with her face, for she had covered herself with her forearms.  I punched for all that I had.  I gave everything. A swung with a bind rage that only people who are faced with insurmountable odds can give.  That primal, blinding rage causing your world to slow, you lose your hearing, and you get tunnel vision.  I continued to pour out my anger.  I screamed and punched with everything until I could feel the pain returning to my hands, my arms getting too heavy to hold up, my breathing too labored, and my legs weakening.  I bent over, exhausted from the effort.  I backed off.  She was still covering her face, peek-a boo style.  Then, sensing my distance she looked up from her stance.

“Ohhhhhhh…  wow.  That was quite a show.  You were swinging so hard.  Your face looked so intense, like you were trying to kill me.  You would so seriously hurt me 12 years ago.  Back then you loved to taunt me, push me around, hold me down and force me to serve you.  I hated being so weak and helpless to stop you.  But now that has changed.  I love feeling you give me everything you have; knowing that your best, your most powerful punches, aren’t nearly enough.  If that was all you had, then I am sooo going to destroy you!!  I am going to enjoy watching you suffer.  Hehe…  Time’s up, here I come.”

Leering at me, she assumes her stance.  Those massive shoulders and arms cocked and ready to unleash.  Moving, as if to jab at my face, I pulled my arms up to block her, but she faked high and swung low at my exposed stomach and she brought the full weight of her power to my soft, lumpy, midsection.  THuuuummppppppppp!!!!!!!!!!!! 

Instantly, her mighty missile penetrated the soft layer of fat I had collected thru years of inactivity; then sped thru my paper thin abdominal wall, pushing my stomach and intestines in directions that they weren’t supposed to go, and finally stopping with a bone-jarring collision with my spine.  My body simply folded over her massive punch.  The shock waves vibrated throughout my entire body.  So violent was the force from that punch to my stomach, that it made my teeth shake.  My face must have been comical as all of the air from my lungs blew out of my mouth along with the contents of my stomach and plenty of blood from numerous ruptured blood vessels.  Pulling her fist back, I began falling towards the ground but she caught me with her shoulder and held me with her arm.

“Ohhhhhhhh.  That must’ve really hurt.”  She cooed, as she played with my hair.  “I hit you pretty hard.  Not with all my power, but enough.  You really haven’t been boxing much have you?  Usually, the guys I spar with are much better than you.  They usually last at least two or three minutes.” 

My body continued to spasm and wheeze as it struggled to comprehend the damage sustained.  Only her massive arms were holding me up.  My legs were gone.  I lay my head on my foe.  Her warm, thick, destructive muscles held me aloft for what seemed like an eternity.  I couldn’t feel anything but pain… pain emanating from my stomach spreading out and up my chest and down my hips.  Her hands continued to caress my hair and she swung me slowly to and fro.  Slowly my body calmed and eased.  I began to feel my feet again.

The honey sweet voice whispering sweetly into my ear, “there, there; No more boxing for you, for now.  You thought that you were doing so well against me.  Your angry face was so cute!  I used to be frightened of it.  But, not now.  You should have seen your face when I came out swinging. I thought that your eyes would pop out of your skull.  Mmmmm, there’s an idea.  I wonder if I could hit you hard enough to do that.  Or maybe, I could smash your eye sockets with my fists and then they might pop out??  Maybe, I could shatter your jaw and make a necklace out of your teeth?  Wanna find out?? No?  Maybe later then, hehe…  Now just relax Scotty, just relax.  You can clean up all that mess you made my floor in a minute.  For now, just let yourself calm down.  I guess that you give up?  All you have to say is, ‘I surrender.’” 

The words hit me like another punch.  The thought of giving up sickened me.  But, obviously, I couldn’t compete with her.  Who knows what kind of damage she had inflicted on me.  One punch.  One punch had totally destroyed my will, strength.  She could have killed me.  She still could. 

“I surrender.”  Slowly she leaned over and scooped me into her arms.  Carrying me effortlessly to the couch she gently laid me down.  She left me for a moment and returned with a wash cloth and drinks.  Looking up thru my bleary eyes, I looked into those deep green eyes… like misty meadows of grass you only see in paintings.  She smiled warmly.  Leaning over and gently wiping my face with a soft wash cloth, my view was filled with those massive breasts almost falling out of her shirt.

“You really like these don’t you,” wiggling them up a little.  “They can’t wait to get some much needed attention,” she smirked.
 
Squatting on her knees next to me, and removing her super shirt, she exposed herself to me. I was in awe.  Massive, round globes of sensualness stared up at me.  Those silver-dollar-sized areolas with wonderful, suckable peas-sized nipples aimed at me.  Closing her eyes, she cupped her breasts with her hands and rubbed them slowly and methodically. She worked her powerful fingers over her nipples twisting and squeezing them while tenderly biting her lip.  “ohhhhhhhh,” escaped from those thick juicy lips. 

Opening her eyes and smiling wickedly at me, “mmmmmm….  I’ve dreamed about you Scotty.  Everyday, I have thought about this reunion.  I have wanted you, needed you, and begged for you.  And now, you’re here; next to me.”

She rose slightly and brought her breasts appetizingly close to my face.  With a slight twitch she began to move them rhythmically in front of me.  Flexing each of her massive pecs, caused little wobbles of joy, in front of me.  Then, rising closer still and teasing me, she hovered just above my waiting lips.  Extending my tongue, I desperately tried to taste the tip of her nipple.  Straddling my form she brought herself onto the couch.  I could hear the frame creak as her mighty girth mounted the couch. 

Putting her arms above my head and slowly lowering her body onto mine, I felt her massive lower body lean into me.  Her tremendous weight instantly pinned me to the couch cushions.  She body was sooo heavy, so thick and massive.  Her hips weighed down across mine.  I was instantly hard.  She smiled at my reaction, responding by pressing a little more into my hips, crushing me further into the couch.  Her massive weight instantly trapped me.  Without any effort at all, she had completely immobilized me.  Still, she descended lower upon me.  I felt the warm unmistakable touch of that velvety soft skin.  Her gorgeous face framed by that fire-red hair moved erotically down to me.  Her lips forming an “O” face as she ran her long, sexy tongue around the contours of her mouth.  “Hungry??  Have some milk, baby.”

Finally, my lips caressed her nipple and I opened my mouth hoping for more.  She slowly dragged her breast across and down my face.  Those bountiful globes descended upon my face.  The sheer weight of them forced my head to bounce between them like a pinball.  I felt my world shrink as my head was slowly surrounded by pounds upon pounds of muscled mammeries.  Then, darkness fell around me.  She continued to lower herself until my nose pressed against those unmistakable iron-filled pec muscles.  I extended my lips and began passionately kissing her.  I extended my tongue along the incredible ridges of her pecs.  Her ridges were as thick as my fingers.  There was absolutely no give to them.  My body stiff, my crotch on fire, I yearned to enter her.  I writhed under her.  I desired to make-up for past transgressions, to please her, and receive her forgiveness.

As those thoughts floated thru my mind, another thought entered.  I needed to breathe.  So lost in the moment of lust and desire, I had forgotten that most important element.  At that moment Molly, sensing my movement, clenched her pecs enough to pinch off my nostrils.  She then continued a slow flex of her pecs until her mammeries closed off my month, and throat.  She brought her arms forward and surrounded me and the cushion below us.  I desperately tried to bring my arms out, but her back was so wide, I could hardly move.  She flared her massive lats so that I couldn’t even bend my arms to punch at her.  I tried to kick and shake but her weight was so much, I couldn’t do anything.  I screamed with what air I had.  Her response was to squeeze, tighter still.  My body began to convulse uncontrollably, stars formed, and darkness began to fall. Suddenly, the light shown and I sucked in life-giving oxygen.

“uhhhhhhhhhhhhhh”  I moaned, as I gulped up the air.  Looking up at her as she leaned back so that she could see over those life-taking globes, “mmmmmmmm, I just love feeling you squirming beneath me.  I could have snuffed out your life; suffocated you without really trying.  These girls were a great investment don’t you think,” alternately flexing them above me. 

“After all, you wanted me to have them.  I am only showing you my appreciation.  I didn’t have enough for you back then.  How about now?  Are they big enough for you?  Do you need to inspect them further?,”  bringing her breasts slowly back and resting them just under my chin.  The girth of them forced my chin and neck up to its limit.  The weight of her breasts began choking my throat while she remained so calm and peaceful.  She stared passively and submissively at me, waiting patiently, for an answer. 

“No, no.  They are perfect.  I don’t need to be try them out again,” my voice cracking as I chocked out a response.

“I just want you to be happy with them,” she mocked as she sat up and leaned back on my hips.  As she rose up she grabbed my hands, shifted her weight and easily pinned them next to my hips.  Adjusting her hair, while straddling my prone body, she leered down at me thru her valley of death.  Then, smiling evilly, she began to rotate her massive glutes on my member.  Shifting her weight forward and back brought me hard instantly again. 

“ohhhhhhh,” she moaned in surprise, “all this pain and suffering I am inflicting on you and yet, I can still turn you on like a light switch.  I love this.  I love you! I love hurting you!!  Your little death spasms make me feel soooo…mmmmmm..  good!” As she spoke, she continued to grind her hips into me, stroking me.

“The way your body convulses at me; your fear, pouring out in horror at my power.  Now I understand why you used to do this to me.  The power to control, to dominate, or to kill the one that you love is so intoxicating!!  But I don’t want to kill you.  Not after I have waited so long to have you back.  I’ll have to be even more careful, though.  I don’t want to cause any permanent physical damage; maybe, just a little mental scarring.”   

[stmercy2020]

As I said previously, I don't really like either character.  Scott seems like a schmuck and a jerk, and Molly has apparently spent the last twelve years devoted to getting even with him- not a healthy, well-balanced individual.

On the other hand, as I said before, this is very well written.  Molly's obvious immense physical superiority is a definite guilty pleasure to read about.  Once again, well done.

[fragile1]

Thanks for your comments. Your perception of the characters is correct.  I was hoping  to convey his horrible behavior from the past, as a teenager, and give Molly a chance to get revenge for his past transgressions against her.  I haven't decided how far to take the madness of Molly or if I will reveal her wounds from the past.  I will write other genres of stories eventually.  For now, this type of revenge and demolition of an overly selfish character intrigues me. 

[Mermoz]

I like the writting style. I like the characters too. We don't know how mad she is, and we can feel that the boy question himself about that. He is attracted and fearful and so he cannot take the good decisions….Thank you 🙂

[Reason]

Excellent follow-up, fragile1! It seems like you've put even more depth into the characters with this part, but still with great action and descriptions.

Hmmm, reading some of these stories lately, you would be forgiven for thinking that you don't have to be crazy to be a super hot, sadistic, muscle bitch, but it helps!

[Author]

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