Natalie 4

We were in the living room, and Natalie was just finishing a thick protein shake. She was brooding, I could tell, but I couldn’t tell what was wrong. Then she spoke.

"Hey, bro," she said, her voice loud and heavy.

"Yeah? What is it?" I replied.

“You like it, don’t you.”

I was genuinely confused. “What do you mean?”

“Follow me,” she commanded and headed toward the basement. I followed, my heart suddenly beating a thousand beats a minute.

When we got to the work out area, she stripped off her shirt. She wore no bra, she didn’t need one, her massive, striated pecs standing at attention. She stared at her own reflection in the mirror. She began flexing her pecs and watching the muscles roll and contract.

“Look at my huge pecs!” she said. Then she smacked her fist against one. “They are so fucking strong!”

Her nipples were erect, but the muscles in her chest were so bloated that her nipples pointed straight down towards the ground.

“Who needs breasts. They’re useless sacks of fat. I’ve got muscle tits!” she cried, and flexed into a most muscular pose.

This had an instant affect on me - I was hard as a rock. And I could do nothing to hide it through the sweat pants I wore. It was then that she looked at my crotch in the mirror and saw my straining erection.

“I see your dick likes my pecs.” She turned to face me with her hands on her hips. She started bouncing her pecs alternately, first left, then right.

“Tell me how fucking sexy my muscular pecs are” she said.

I was flabbergasted. There she was, exhibiting herself to me, my wildest fantasy come true.

I didn’t hold back. I told her what I thought - that they were sexy, muscular, and hard as steel. I told her that her muscle tits were the best tits I had ever seen, and they made me want to cum in my pants every time I saw them.

“I knew it. You do like it. I do, too. My muscle tits are so sexy I want to fuck myself!” she declared.

I looked down toward her pussy area, covered by thin briefs. She was clearly turned on because her briefs were soaked with her juices. My god, she was getting horny just looking at the reflection of her muscular pecs in the mirror.

She took notice and said, “God, these muscles just make me so horny.” She chuckled, reveling in the shock on my face. “I’m gonna get even stronger, even bigger, and even hornier!”

I blinked. Natalie, with the quickness of a cougar, grabbed me and pressed her lips against mine. She used her thick tongue to push my lips aside and press into my mouth. I was overcome with lust. I ran my hands over her thick triceps, abs, and back as her erect client pressed against my crotch.

Then she reached down and tore her briefs off. Her clit was swollen and looked bigger than any I had seen before.

“Come suck cunt!” she commanded. I obeyed. I sucked and sucked until she came again and again. It felt like hours, and I enjoyed every minute of it.

She got up and shoved me onto the bench. Bucking her hips, her juices splashed onto my face. She roughly grabbed my sweat pants and tore them in half, ripping them right off my body. My dick was so hard it pointed straight at the ceiling.

Natalie licked her lips and straddled me. Then she looked me in the eyes as she roughly impaled herself onto my rock hard cock.

I felt equal parts pleasure and pain as Natalie held my shoulders and slam-fucked me into the bench, bucking with such fury that the bench creaked and cracked under the power of her thrusts. She closed her eyes and moaned, “Unnghh yeah, baby, I’m gonna get bigger!

She bucked faster and faster, and I reached up, feeling her massive lats, her rock-hard, bulging abs. She felt like she was made of granite.

“Ahh yeah!” she cried, grabbing her pecs and flexing them, feeling them fill her hands. She ran her hands down her abs, her hips, and squeezed her own ass. “FUCK YEAH, I’M GONNA BE HUGE!” She shouted, then started pounding me even harder.

I moaned, taken to another world by a mixture of pain and pleasure, as Natalie continued thrusting wildly.

“BIGGER THAN ANY MUSCLEHEAD IN THIS TOWN! BIGGER THAN MR. OLYMPIA! A MUSCLE FUCKING FREAK!” She shouted as her pussy vibrated and spasmed, belching enough juice to cover my mid section, soak the bench, and create a puddle on the floor.

“OH YEAHHH!” she screamed, crunching down and flexing every muscle in her body as veins snaked around her shoulders, her neck, her forehead and her pecs, lats, and traps vibrated with the sexual energy of her orgasm.

She finally released her flex, panting. “Thanks, bro. Lets do this again, real soon.”