The Return
By AmazonFan
Miranda returns to show Gary a few surprises.


"Hey there!  Whassup?"

"Oh hi Tony," I replied to the voice on the phone.  "It's been a crazy day.  
Running errands all over the place.  And the phone hasn't stopped ringing 
when I've been here."

"Yeah?  So you got plans for tonight?"

"As a matter of fact I do," I replied.  "Do you remember Miranda?"

"That hot bitch who dumped you?"

I chuckled.  "I guess you do remember.  Well, she called up and said she 
wanted to get together again.  Turns out we're both free tonight."

"Way to go, man!  That girl had one sweet body."

"Tell me about it!"

"The tits on her!  Perfect!  You are one lucky son of a bitch."

"I hope so, Tony.  I hope so."

Miranda and I were quite an item a couple of years ago.  We dated for 
three months.  We really hit it off.  We shared a lot of the same interests.  
Music.  Food.  Movies.  And we were absolutely phenomenal in bed 
together.  Best sex of my life and she had said it was the same for her.  She 
had a magnificent body.  She was 5'8", 115 pounds, 38D-22-33.  Breasts 
to die for.

And all of a sudden it was over.  She sent me a note saying she didn't feel 
that it was right for us to continue seeing each other.  She wouldn't return 
any of my calls trying to get an explanation.  That was two years ago, like 
I said.  And today, out of the blue, she called and said she wants to get 
together again.  I thanked my lucky stars and said yes.

Miranda said she wanted to stop by around 8:00 and get reacquainted.  She 
said she had some surprises for me, but she was staying very mysterious 
about it.  Needless to say, I was very anxious and curious.  I got a bottle of 
our favorite champagne (Veuve Cliquot) and programmed the CD with 
our favorite music.  The minutes passed like hours.

8:00.  8:15.  No Miranda.  Had she changed her mind?  At 8:30 the 
doorbell rang.  I heaved a sigh of relief and went to the door.  There was 
Miranda with a bottle of Vueve Cliquot in her hand.

"I had to search all over the place for a store with a cold bottle!" she 
explained, apologizing for the tardiness.  We laughed and hugged gently.  
I pointed to my bottle sitting in the ice bucket.

Miranda looked radiant.  Even better looking that I remembered her.  She 
seemed aglow with good health.  She was wearing a very loose outfit Ð 
pants and long-sleeved top with an alluring scoop neck.  We sat down and 
I unopened the first bottle of bubbly.

"Here's to the return of the best thing that's ever happened to me," I said, 
toasting Miranda.  She turned her head modestly.

"Gary, I guess I owe you an explanation," she said, taking another long sip 
of champagne, nearly draining the flute.  I reached forward and 
replenished her glass.  She took another sip and nearly drained half the 
glass.

"Hey, we've got plenty!" I laughed.  "You don't have to drink it all now."

"I've been practicing what to say to you and now that it's time, I'm really 
nervous," she confessed.

"Take your time."

"Well, when I broke up with you it wasn't anything that you'd done 
wrong," she started.

"Thank goodness!"

"I have a little confession to make," she continued.  "One day I was on 
your computer and I discovered one of the Web sites that you had 
bookmarked - Diana the Valkyrie?"

I could feel myself blushing.

"And then I saw that you had written a couple of stories there about 
women who were stronger than their male friends.  You did write them, 
didn't you?" she asked.

"Yes, a couple," I admitted, feeling more embarrassed.

"I can tell this is making you a little uncomfortable," she said.  "But I'm 
the one who snooped around.  You didn't do anything wrong.  But when I 
found that I looked around a little more and I found a couple of your 
videos.  The ones where the girls out-wrestle the guys?"

"Oh, shit."

"Don't worry," she said, touching my knee.  "I didn't leave you because of 
any of that stuff."

"Then why?"

"Well, when I read those stories and I saw those videos I saw a part of you 
that I didn't know existed," she continued.

"I guess I keep quiet about if.  I don't know if people would understand."

"But that's just it.  I saw nothing wrong with it.  In fact I thought it was 
really kind of sexy.  But I knew that if that was your real fantasy, that I 
couldn't live up to that fantasy.  I was barely 115 pounds.  I could never 
lift you up and toss you around and make you submit.  I knew that if I 
couldn't be your dream girl that someday you'd go looking for her."  
Miranda's eyes welled up with tears.

"Oh honey, that wouldn't have happened," I said, trying to comfort her, 
holding her face in my hands.  "We had so much good stuff together.  I 
never wanted to lose that."

"I thought of you every day," she said.

"So did I," I replied.  "So what made you come back to me?"

"Well right after I broke up with you, I joined a gym," she explained.  "I 
guess I must have been born with the right genes or something because the 
trainers there said that I was a natural.  That they'd never seen a woman 
develop the way I did."

I took a closer look at her but those clothes were hiding everything but her 
famous tits.

"It's taken me two years of hard work, but now I've gotten to the point 
where I can be your fantasy girl," she finished.

I couldn't control the amused expression on my face.

"You don't believe me?" she asked.

"Miranda, I'm sure you've worked very hard and come a long way in two 
years.  You look really healthy, you do.  But I still weigh 165 pounds and 
I'm in good shape.  There's no way a girl can overcome that difference."

The look on her face was part pained, part determined.

"Gary, I weigh as much as you do.  Actually, a few pounds more."

"You what?!  That's impossible.  You don't look"

"It's muscle, Gary" she interrupted.

"You gained fifty pounds in two years?" I said, as the shock set in.

"Yes Gary, but let me repeat, it's all muscle."  A smile came over her, 
knowing that she had taken me by surprise.  "My arms went from ten and 
a half inches to sixteen and a quarter."  She looked at my arms (I had a 
short sleeve shirt on).  "My arms are definitely a lot bigger than yours 
now.  My waist is 24 inches.  My hips grew to 37.  And I'm proud to say 
that my bust is still a D cup, although my chest measurement overall has 
increased several inches.  A D cup when I actually wear a bra, that is."  
She grinned again with smug satisfaction.

I sat there not knowing what to say or do.  If indeed Miranda has 
transformed herself the way she claimed, well could she be strong too?  
Might she be able to challenge me physically?

"I know what you're thinking," she said.  "Is Miranda for real?"

"That's kind of it," I admitted sheepishly.

"Well, you can be sure that I was anticipating something like this," she 
said.  "And you know that there's only way to prove this."

"You mean?"

"I'm going to wrestle you into complete, one-sided, total submission," she 
boasted.  "Just like your fantasies."

"And what if you can't?" I asked.  "Are you going to leave me again?"

"Gary, I will not lose.  Not even one fall.  You will submit to me over and 
over."

"That's all very sweet, Miranda, but you don't have to try to do this.  I love 
you just the way you are." I said.

"Why Gary!  I think you're afraid of me!" she laughed.

"Sweetheart, I'm not afraid of you." I countered.  "I believe you when you 
say you've gotten bigger, but I don't believe you could possibly have 
gotten stronger than me.  My stories are fantasies.  This is reality.  I don't 
want you to wrestle me and lose and then become disappointed.  I'd hate to 
think of your feelings being hurt or your leaving me again because you 
don't live up to my fantasy."

"Well you are in for an education then, Gary" she said sternly.  "Let me 
put it to you this way.  If you DON'T wrestle me, then I'll leave here right 
now and I guarantee you that you won't see me again."

"Do you promise me that if you lose, you won't run away from me again?" 
I asked.

"I told you, Gary.  I'm not going to lose," she said.  "But I will promise 
you that if you wrestle me, I won't go running away."

"Well then," I said, taking a big swallow of champagne, "It looks like 
you've got your match, Miranda.  But I'm warning you, I won't go easy on 
you!"

"Try as hard as you can, Gary.  But it won't do you a bit of good."

Miranda kicked off her heels and stood up off the couch.  "If we push a 
couple of things out of the way so there aren't any tables or hard furniture 
to crash into, I think this space will work right here," she said, sizing up 
my living room.  It only took a couple of minutes to rearrange things.

"I suppose you came with something to wrestle in?" I asked, pointing to 
her expensive outfit.

"I was planning on wrestling in my undies," she smiled.  "Of course I did 
bring an extra pair of panties in case I actually work up a sweat."

I headed for my bedroom, stripped down to my jockey shorts, and slid on 
a pair of gym shorts.  When I returned to the living room, Miranda was 
seated on the couch, still fully clothed.  I could see that she was sizing my 
body up right away.

"You haven't changed a bit," she said, "which is what I was hoping.  I kept 
a mental image of you as I was training, getting bigger, thinking, I've got 
be beat that to beat him."

"You're as nutty as I am," I laughed.

"One half hour, submissions only?" she asked, standing back up.

"We'll see how long you last," I said sarcastically.  "Well, it's moment of 
truth time, Miranda.  Since I haven't changed at all, let's see what 
happened to you."

She smiled and grabbed the waistband of her pants and slid them down, 
gracefully stepping out of them.  Wow, her legs were definitely bigger.  
Not too huge, in fact, very shapely.  Unquestionably strong looking.  She 
neatly folded her pants and then turned around to lay them on the couch, 
giving me a good look at her thong-encased glutes!  Wow, again!  Round 
and rock hard.

She turned back to me and ran her hands over her thighs.  "I didn't want 
the quads too big," she commented.  "They're around 23 or 24 inches.  Too 
much bigger and I'd have trouble fitting into tight jeans."

"Jeez, your legs look great!" I offered.

"Thanks," she beamed.  "But here's where you'll REALLY see a 
difference."  With that, she pulled her top off over her head.  I was 
astounded by the change in her physique.  Her shoulders seemed twice as 
broad, capped by large solid deltoid muscles.  Her incredible v-shape was 
further accentuated by the wide swelling of her lats.  Her torso tapered 
down to an impossibly small waist, but not before showing off a rippling 
set of abs.  Her breasts were barely contained by her demi-bra, still as full 
as a D cup can be.  And for the piece de resistance, she raised her arms in 
a double biceps pose, the twin peaks exploding into rock-hard balls.  They 
were unbelievable!

"Wow!" was all I could mumble.  Miranda continued grinning and holding 
her pose, sensing that she'd shocked me with her development, even 
though she'd warned me she'd gotten much bigger.

"I guess I'll take that as a compliment, though not a very descriptive one," 
she chuckled.  "But now that you've seen the package, now why don't you 
find out how strong I am?  Come on, little Gary.  Come get your ass 
kicked."

She came right at me, looking for an opening.  "How come if we're about 
the same weight I look bigger than you?" she teased.

I dropped my shoulder and grabbed her around the waist, trying to bull her 
backwards.  She leaned over me, wrapping her arms around my middle, 
leaning her weight on my back.  She dug in with her legs and grunting, 
pushed back.  She forced me back a step or two.  She kept using her 
weight on top of me to leverage me down.  Finally she was able to drive 
me to the floor.  She quickly slammed her body against my back while 
pulling my arm out so that I was forced face down, flat on the rug.

Before I could do a thing she clasped her hands around my chin and 
started pulling my head back, while dropping her ass on the small of my 
back.  She pulled back fast and hard on the chinlock.  Instantaneously 
tremendous pain shot through the back of my neck and the small of my 
back.  I let out a yelp and flailed my arms.

"Give!  Give before you hurt your back!" she barked.

"I give!  I give!!" I yelled.

She immediately let go of my chin and jumped to her feet.  "Come on!  
Get up!" she ordered.  She didn't even stop to boast how she'd taken the 
first fall in less than a minute.  She wanted to go again right away!

I wasn't quite to my feet and she was on me.  I threw up my hands 
defensively and she grabbed them.  Once again she had the leverage 
advantage.  She pushed down and back on my wrists and I couldn't match 
her power.  She forced me to my knees.  From there it was easy for her to 
step forward and slam her body against me, knocking me back to the floor.

She held on as I fell, landing straddling high on my chest.  My arms were 
pinned over my head on the floor.  She pressed her thighs against the sides 
of my chest.  I tried bucking up, but each time I did, she countered it by 
lifting and ramming her ass against my chest.  I struggled to free my arms 
but she had them too well pinned from the start.

"Give up.  You're pinned," she declared.

I struggled for a bit longer, but I could see it was futile.  "Okay, I give," I 
said.  Miranda let go of my arms, patted me gently on the cheek and then 
sprang to her feet again, pulling me up with one arm.

"How am I doing so far?" she grinned, going into a crouch and beginning 
to circle me again.

"You took me by surprise there the first couple of times," I said, warily 
avoiding her grasp.

"Excuses!" she laughed.  "But here, no surprises."  She stopped moving, 
stood up straight, and opened her arms, welcoming me to come get her.

"This is some kind of trick," I said, stopping but not advancing.

"No trick," she replied.  "I just don't want you making excuses.  I'm going 
to keep making you submit.  I want to hear you admit that I'm stronger 
than you.  Strong enough to be your fantasy girl.  Come on.  Quit stalling."

I walked up to her and got her in a side headlock.  She grabbed my upper 
arm with both hands and, despite my best efforts, pried it away from her 
head.  As her head popped out, she continued holding my arm and twisted 
behind me, putting it in a painful hammerlock.  She raised it up so high, I 
thought my shoulder was going to pop.  I tried to twist away, but couldn't.  
Then I reached behind me with my other arm to try to grab her.  But she 
got me in a full nelson instead.

"Jeez, that was a stupid move," she whispered in my ear.  "Don't you know 
anything about wrestling?"

She turned on the pressure with the full nelson, forcing me to bend 
forward.  She leaned over me, making me bear her weight again.  Then 
she suddenly drove forward with her legs.  I lost my balance and fell face 
first on the floor, with Miranda right on top of me.

"Did that break anything?" she asked.

I tried raising up and getting her off my back, but with the full nelson still 
tightly cinched, I really couldn't dislodge her.  When I tried to get up on 
my knees, she rammed my with her hips, knocking me flat again.  I tried 
getting up from flat on the floor a couple of more times, but she wasn't 
budging.

So I decided to try rolling sideways, hoping to dislodge her that way.  
Miranda must have anticipated my move and rolled with me, actually 
pulling me all the way over so I was lying on top of her.  She immediately 
swung her legs around my waist.  I realized I'd made another huge tactical 
mistake.

"Oh thank you," she giggled in my ear.  She tightened her thighs around 
me so I couldn't escape.  "Here we go," she said.  She started pulling me in 
one direction with her legs and the other with her full nelson, stretching 
me.  My chest and breastbone felt like they were going to be split apart.

"That hurts!  Oh please!  I give!  I GIVE!!" I groaned.

"Are you sure?" she taunted, stretching me even further.

"YES!  YES!  I GIVE!!"

Miranda finally released me and rolled me off her.  She was back on her 
feet again in an instant.  I lay on the floor panting and sore.

"Come on, Gary.  Get up!" she yelled.  "You're not wimping out on me 
already, are you?"

"Can't we take a little rest break?" I asked.

"No Gary.  No breaks.  I know I've got both the strength and the endurance 
and I intend to just keep pouring it on." she said.

She leaned down and grabbed an arm and, despite the fact I wasn't exactly 
cooperating, had no trouble yanking me to my feet.  "I'm too strong for 
you, Gary," she boasted.  "Just look how much bigger my arms are now. 
Anyone can see they're a lot bigger than yours!"

She wrapped her arms around me and lifted me off my feet with a bear 
hug.  She had my arms trapped inside hers and she leaned back and 
squeezed me tight.  I have to admit that feeling how much pressure she 
could exert I finally realized how strong she'd become.  She was truly 
stronger than I am!  And having the incredible body pressed so tightly 
against mine, well I very quickly started getting an erection.  I knew 
Miranda would feel it pressing against her.

"Mmmm.  Is one of your muscles getting pumped up, Gary?" she grinned.  
"I was wondering how long it would take you to react to my new 
muscles."

She carried me over to the couch and tossed me down on it, draping me 
over one of the arms.  I tried to fight her off but she yanked my clothes off 
and tossed them across the room.  "There.  You won't be needing these for 
now," she laughed.  She pushed down on my chest while she held one of 
my legs in check.  My back arched painfully over the arm of the couch.

"You look deliciously helpless, all naked," she teased.  "Why don't you 
submit again before I really bend you?"  She pushed harder and the sharp 
pain in my spine became even more severe.

"All right.  I give!  I give!"  Miranda's hand slid off my thigh and gave my 
cock a quick squeeze, pumping the shaft a couple of times.  "Does this still 
work the way it used to?" she purred.

"You better be careful.  That's a new sofa," I said.

Miranda stepped back and unclasped her bra, letting it fall to the floor.  If 
it were possible, her breasts looked even firmer than two years ago, 
thrusting straight out off her chest.  If I didn't know better, you'd think 
they had to be fakes.  Then she peeled off her thong and tossed it at me.

"Come on, Gary.  We're not finished.  Now it'll get really interesting," she 
said.

"More?" I pleaded.

"Oh yes!  This is going even better than I expected.  I'm really getting 
turned on making you submit," she replied.  "I didn't realize how much 
stronger I am than you are."

"I'll wear you down," I warned.

"Fat chance!" she laughed.  "You're just going to get weaker and weaker 
and weaker, Gary."  To emphasize her point, she hit a double biceps pose, 
staring at each swelling arm and then looking at me and snickering.  As I 
stood up from the sofa, Miranda was swarming over me, throwing me 
sideways across the floor.  I was on all fours and she grabbed me and put 
me in a standing head scissors.

I could only manage a groan as she trapped me with her lower thighs.  The 
pressure made me feel like my skull would cave in.  My hands clasped her 
rock hard thighs, but I knew in seconds that I stood no chance of pulling 
them apart.

"You know what to do," she taunted.  Then she added several quick jolts 
of extra pressure.  I feared I might pass out!

I patted the outsides of her thighs.  "I give!" I said hoarsely.  Miranda 
eased up on the pressure a little, but not enough so that I could free my 
head.  I could feel her leaning over me.  SMACK!  Suddenly my ass was 
stinging!  SMACK!  SMACK!  SMACK!  The brazen amazon was 
spanking me!

"Cut that out!" I yelled, redoubling my efforts to free myself.

Miranda started laughing and had trouble keeping her balance in that 
position and she finally had to let me go.

"Sorry, Gary, but I just couldn't resist a few whacks on that cute little ass 
of yours," she said.  "Want me to kiss it and make it better?"

"I wish I could find a way to make you kiss my ass," I growled.  "You're 
beginning to have too much fun showing off."

"Oh, but there's soooo much to show off.  Fifty more pounds," she cooed, 
running her hands up her solid torso, around her breasts, down her big 
arms and over her hard thighs.  "More body than you can handle, Gary.  
Admit it, compared to me, you're a wimp."

"We'll see about that," I said, rising to my feet.  As astounded as I was 
with Miranda's performance, my ego wasn't going to let her just take 
over.  As she approached me I decided to try surprising her with a short 
right hook to her midsection.  I'll admit it might not have been my hardest 
punch Ð I was just trying to slow her down.  But my fist bounced off her 
abs without apparent effect.

"See?  You are a wimp, Gary.  Was that your best shot?  Come on.  Punch 
me again.  See what happens," she ridiculed.  She even held her arms 
behind her as she braced herself.

If she was going to give a chance to turn things around to my favor, I 
wasn't going to pass it up.  I stepped up to her again, wound up and 
delivered a really hard shot to her stomach.  Instantly she countered with a 
roundhouse right to the side of my ribs.  I felt like I'd been hit with a 
baseball bat and I doubled over, sinking to my knees.

Miranda stood over me, jokingly blowing on her knuckles.  "Unless you 
want to turn this into a boxing match, I suggest you tell me that you give 
and that you want to just stick to wrestling," she instructed.  "I don't want 
to see that handsome mug of yours get busted up."

"All right, we'll stick to wrestling," I agreed.

"Then get up," she motioned.  "And for the record, I'll consider that 
another submission too."

My side was still sore and she'd even knocked a bit of the wind out of me.  
It was obvious that my punch had not fazed her.  She faked a tackle and 
spun around behind me, grabbing me around the waist and lifting me off 
the floor.  She just leaned backward and starting squeezing again.

"Aghh!  My ribs!" I moaned as her arms pressured me just where she'd 
delivered that devastating punch.

"You're not going to submit to a little girl's hug are you?" she murmured 
in my ear.  Wrapped in her arms once again I was taken aback by the fact 
that she could actually make it difficult for me to breathe.

"Please put me down," I said.

"Is that another submission?" she asked.

"No."

"Then you stay my prisoner," she laughed.  She had grabbed me low 
enough around the waist that she could reach down and take my cock in 
her hand.

"If you don't submit I'll make you cum all over that nice couch," she 
teased.  She carried me a few steps closer to the sofa as she expertly 
coaxed me into a full erection.  "Ooohh, that got all hard again so fast.  I 
bet I'd have no trouble making you shoot your load."

"No, don't do that!" I pleaded.

She leaned back further and summoned even more power from her upper 
body.  I was feeling limp in her arms, except for my raging hard on.

"I give!  I give!!"

Miranda didn't even bother to let me go this time.  She hoisted me up on 
her shoulders and put me in a long airplane spin, dumping me on the rug 
after I'd gotten very dizzy.  She body splashed me while my head was still 
spinning.

She was stretched out on top of me.  She quickly grabbed one of my wrists 
and pinned that arm out to the side.  I struggled with her to keep her from 
grabbing hold of the other wrist.  I was also trying to get her weight off 
me, but she'd been right Ð she had made me weaker.  Miranda was 
laughing at my pathetic struggles underneath her.

"Finally!" she exclaimed as she wrapped her hand around my other wrist.  
I tried rolling my shoulders from side to side, but she was winning the 
battle.  I tried planting my feet to bridge her up and off me.  She had one 
leg pressed tight between mine and the other getting leverage out to the 
side.

"Come on, baby, give it everything you've got," she challenged.  I 
managed to lift her part way a few times, but she just kept grinding me 
down.  Her thigh felt so good pressing against my erection.  All this 
struggling was sapping me of the last of my energy, which I'm sure is 
exactly what Miranda wanted to accomplish.

She got the other arm pinned out to the side as well and once that 
happened I seemed to lose all strength in my upper body.  I couldn't break 
the pin hold.

"Look what my big strong arms and this power-packed upper body have 
done to you, Gary" she beamed.  "Just like in your fantasies.  Only now it 
really is reality.  Admit it, Gary."

"It's unbelievable, but I can't deny it, Miranda," I confessed.  "Those 
pounds you've put on have done the trick.  You definitely have become 
stronger than me.  Bigger muscled and stronger.  You did everything you 
said you were going to do to me tonight.  You made me submit over and 
over and you completely wore me out.  I don't know how much time's 
gone by, but I know I'm too weak to continue.  You win.  You win 
completely.  I give."

"Thank you, Gary.  That was very sweet," she said, gently pressing her 
lips against mine.  "So am I as good as your fantasies?"

"My god, much better!  You ARE for real!"

"Do you think you'll want to do this again?"

"Oh yes!" I exclaimed.

"Because there's still a lot of holds for me to try out on you.  Like maybe 
you'd like me to jerk you off while I've got you up across my shoulders?  
You saw how easy it was for me to airplane spin you."

"Oh wow, could you do that?"

"Piece of cake, Gary.  But first things first.  I'm not quite finished with you 
yet," she grinned devilishly.  While she'd been talking to me she let go of 
my arms, slid up and was straddling my stomach.  She slowly raised her 
arms for another double biceps pose.  They were so big and beautiful!

"No, not those again!" I pleaded.  "You've proven they're not only bigger 
but a lot stronger than mine.  Don't make me submit again!"

Miranda laughed and laughed.  "Oh Gary," she teased, "you're sounding a 
bit like a baby.  I think you're going to like what I have planned for you 
next.  But first a little bit of explanation.  I've haven't just been building up 
all these muscles." She ran her hands over herself.  "I've also been 
working on this muscle."   Her fingers ran over her pussy.  "If a girl 
tightens here like she was trying to stop herself peeing, then it strengthens 
the vaginal muscles.  A girl can learn to have super control over them and 
tighten them.  So for the past two years, as I've sat at my desk at work, I've 
been exercising my pussy muscles each and every day.  I can squeeze 
really tight and hold it for a long, long time."

"Oh god," I moaned.

"So once I put your nice thick cock inside me, it won't come out again 
until I let it," she grinned.  "I was thinking of trying to lift your ass off the 
floor by pulling you up by your cock inside me, but"

"No!" I interrupted.

"Don't worry!" she laughed.  "I don't think you're quite ready for that yet.  
We'll have to ease you into that test.  But I bet you're dying for a little 
demonstration of pussy power."  She reached behind her ass and gave my 
cock a little squeeze.  "Mmmm, how I've missed this."

As she raised her hips up I went to put my hands on her tits.  She brushed 
them away.  "No, you just lie there and do nothing," she instructed.

Miranda had always had a very tight pussy and it usually took her a little 
time to slowly take me all.  She rubbed the tip of my cock up and down 
her labia and I could feel she was already very wet.  Then she began to 
ease me inside her, letting out a sharp gasp once the head was inside.  
Slowly she lowered herself as I filled her and finally her pussy took all of 
me.

"Shit, Miranda, how much tighter could you be?" I asked.

Suddenly she tensed herself and my cock felt like it had been put in a vise.

"Yow!" I yelped.

"Did that hurt?" she asked, easing back.

"Yeah, a little."

"Sorry, I guess I don't know my own strength down there.  I could squeeze 
even harder.  Is this better?"  Miranda began to pulse her squeezes, using 
less force.

"Oh, wow.  That's incredible.  I've never felt anything like this," I replied.

"You better not have!" she teased.

The squeezing, milking sensation of her pulsating pussy was amazingly 
arousing.  "Now can I touch you?" I asked.

"No, still not yet," she replied.  "Now I'm going to race myself."

"What do you mean?"

"Well there's one more hold that I know ranks high on your fantasy list, 
Gary," she answered.  "So I'm going to do that to you while I keep 
squeezing your schlong.  And I'm going to see which I can do first.  Make 
you cum."  She started to lean forward, wrapping her arms around the 
back of my head.  "Or make you pass out!"

Suddenly she pulled my face against her fabulous breasts.  My nose and 
mouth were buried deep in firm beast flesh.  She strong arms pulled me 
even tighter.  Of course she was right Ð breast smothering was one of my 
fantasies. And lord knows Miranda has the chest for it, and now the 
strength too!  I thought of trying to pry her arms loose, but I knew the 
effort would be fruitless.

She quickened the pace of her squeezing, pulsing three times a second as 
she rolled and ground her hips against me.  I could hear her breathing 
heavily.  But I couldn't breath at all!  I opened my eyes and all I could see 
was breasts.  I let that image flood my brain and focused all my attention 
on the spectacular sensations my cock was feeling.  I wondered how long I 
could last without breathing.  A minute?  I was almost certain she could 
make me cum by then.

Miranda started moaning aloud and I knew she was close to orgasm.  She 
changed her pace, squeezing me slow and hard to match the rhythm she 
needed to bring herself off.  My lungs ached and I began to panic, fearing 
that I would pass out at any moment.  Suddenly she began to scream, her 
whole body tensing and shaking as her colossal orgasm convulsed her 
body.  In perfect sync, my balls tightened and I felt a huge load of cum 
rocket deep inside her.  That triggered a second orgasm for Miranda.  She 
screamed and shook again and suddenly released my head.  As I fell back 
sucking for air I saw her grabbing her breasts and squeezing her nipples 
hard, pushing her over the edge to a third climax.  She squeezed her pussy 
so hard I had to scream out again in pain.

Neither of us could speak for several moments.  Miranda was breathing 
heavily and drenched with sweat.  I felt like I'd run a triathlon.

"Wow," was all I could manage to say.

"That was even better than I remember it," she added.

My spent cock began to shrink back to its normal size, but I noticed it 
wasn't slipping out of her pussy.  I tried pulling back with my hips.

"Where are you going?" she smirked.  "I told you that cock stays where it 
is until I let it go.  I intend to keep it right where it is until it gets hard 
again and then we're going to make love again."

"You are my fantasy girl, Miranda," I said.  "I love you."

"I never stopped loving you, Gary.  That's why I did this for you.  And I 
did it for me, too.  I love the way I look and feel now.  I love being so 
strong.  Hearing you submit over and over is such a turn on.  A girl could 
really learn to love this."

"Pinch me and tell me I'm not dreaming," I said.

"Pinch you?  Oh, I can do something better than that," she chuckled, 
tightening her velvet pussy once more.

The End

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