Jill Surprises Me MuscleLover Working out with a woman can make you her boy toy. ************************************************************************ Please, send any feedback or suggestions to powerwomanfan@hotmail.com. And check out my older stories under the author MuscleLover. ************************************************************************ When I met Jill, she was still dating someone. However, her charming good looks and intelligence made me try to win her love. Jill seemed to have an interest in me also. “Why don’t you join me at my gym. We can lift together. My boyfriend doesn’t want to go with me. And if he doesn’t change soon, I will be looking for another guy,” she offered. Jill made it very clear that I would get no play from her for at least three months. That was all the time she was willing to put up with her annoying guy. In the mean time she wanted me to help her build a strong, muscular body. “I want to shred my clothes with a larger body. And any man who wants me to succeed will benefit in many ways.” Jill always wore long sleeve sweats and pants during workouts. She didn’t want to get my hopes up too soon. But her freckled face and curly red hair was enough to keep me going. Jill stood two inches taller than me and was a stellar athlete. Years of running made her long legs quite powerful. And her broad back and firm chest mesmerized me. Each workout was long and challenging. I started adding muscle just trying to perform the same amount of sets as Jill. She loved pumping to exhaustion with the heaviest weights possible. Although I could lift higher weights for arms, chest, and back, Jill would easily out-perform me in legs and abs. Regular crunches weren’t exciting for Jill. She added extra zest by holding a 30-pound bar on her shoulders. It was tough to imagine the definition of her stomach muscles. However, they must have been as hard as rock. Jill’s desire to explode her upper body resulted in fascinating results. Because I had never lifted with a female, I didn’t know that they generally don’t lift as much as men. I didn’t think twice about Jill naturally taking on more challenging dumbbells. But in retrospect she was growing at a greater rate than me. Her curls increased each month. First she was grunting with 30s. A month passed and she escalated to 35s. And a mere three weeks later, the 40s were raising up and down. Jill finally gave up on her boyfriend and called me at work. “Meet me at Jasper’s tonight. I want to celebrate being free of Joe. And I think it is time you were allowed to see my hot body.” My jaw dropped when Jill walked to the table. A tight mini-skirt stretched over muscular thighs and calves. Bulging shoulders and hard biceps tensed with every step. Jill smiled wildly and bragged about her new power. “My boyfriend didn’t like me breaking up with him yesterday. He made the mistake of slapping me. I ripped his clothes off and gave him the beating of his life. Oh the thrill of dominating him made me wild. Now I almost wet myself thinking about it. If you want to get it on with me, I need to know you are tougher than Joe. Join me tonight for a friendly battle of the sexes.” Jill made me wait in the living room while she changed out of her dress. Unfortunately, she came out with her normal gym clothes. “You have to earn your way into my pants. I will remove one piece of clothing every time you pass another test. First, you have to witness my longest set of crunches from a new position. Put your head between my legs and press your lips against my crotch. Can you taste the fact I haven’t cleaned these pants in a few weeks? The reason I have developed so quickly is my morning workouts. When a girl lifts twice as much as a man, she is destined to be his master. Don’t mistake my kindness for weakness. My muscles are so rigid that I will be impressed if you remain conscious for the first 100 reps.” Jill’s thighs close around my head. The mountains of flesh easily pressed me tightly to the thin fabric that separated me from an apparently strong vagina. My new girlfriend had a strong smell with some hints of sweetness. The grueling crunches mashed my nose against immovable fabric. Jill was turned on and squeezed me even harder. 1,205 reps later I was finally released. She stood up and tossed her shirt onto my face. Outstanding pectorals projected her breasts viciously into her small bra. Chiseled back muscles flowed into a narrow waist. Jill’s abdominal muscles were unbelievably beautiful. And she wanted to prove they were impenetrable. “I want you to alternate hands and punch me as many times as you can. Aim to hurt me. To make sure you aren’t going soft. I will hit you every time you complete ten thrusts. Of course, since I am the weaker sex my fists can go anywhere on your manly physique. The first one with tears is the loser.” Jill felt like she was built out of two-by-fours. My fingers actually hurt from pounding such solid skin. My opponent was enjoying her dominance. When her retaliation punch hit, I nearly doubled over from the pain. Each blow was meaner than the last. After the tenth whack, my body was propelled onto the coffee table. Jill licked her lips and yelled, “Girl = 1, boy = 0.” She took off her pants to reveal the deepest cuts. Rippling muscle made her look like an amazon. Sheer power and size embarrassed me. My woman had a four-inch diameter advantage. My fear was justified once I heard her next challenge. “Let’s go to my basement gym and compete with our arms. Every time I lift more reps on the next ten-pound increment, your body will be subjected to a scissors hold of my choice. You get the same reward, if you can ever best me.” Jill clearly did her heavy lifting in the morning. I had never seen her bench more than 75 pounds. Now she was starting at 80. 27 reps later, I was laughed at for already losing. Jill waited three months to get me between her legs. Now she inflicted a standing head scissors hold. My eyes felt like they would pop from my sockets. I turned red from lack of circulation and begged for release. Jill jerked me around for another three minutes. She also added toe raises to prove her stamina. I dropped from exhaustion. Needless to say each hold became more painful than the first. And the final lift of 185 made my abuser capable of whipping me by 20 pounds. My cloudy mind wondered how a woman could be so strong. But there was no time to think. Jill removed her bra and flaunted her large tits and bouncy orbs. My girlfriend’s libido was raging and her energy seemed to multiply. A deeply aggressive look glazed over her eyes. Jill enjoyed her apparent strength advantage over me. And in case I did not already learn of her fierceness, a no-holds-barred fight was chosen as the next contest. “Obviously the last woman standing is the victor. Do whatever you want against me. Just be warned that I will retaliate in the same way for cheap shots. Let’s skip the formality of shaking hands. Lovers should kiss before going to blows.” My eager lips met Jill’s and her tongue forced into my mouth. She tried to reach my throat by pulling my head closer with one strong hand. At the same time she snaked the other tough limb around my lower back. Before I could understand the trap that was laid, Jill’s second arm drop down and a crushing vice knocked the wind out of my lungs. Jill’s aggressive hold tightened and my feet slowly left the ground. This girl was bending like a limbo star and was still able to hold me without much effort. No matter how much I squirmed, I was unable to break free. My girlfriend tossed me onto my back and kicked me on the side. Then she stretched her elbows in front of her and simply let her body fall onto my chest. Even though I was in pain, Jill wanted to crush me further. She sat on my shoulders facing my feet. Her muscular thighs gripped my head without mercy. Her lats expanded to extraordinary dimensions. Next, Jill leaned down and caught my legs behind my knees. Although my legs were stronger than her arms, the focus on my neck was draining all my energy. She pulled my legs perpendicular to the floor and forced me into a crunch position. After several seconds, my abs burned from the pressure. I felt like a toy in this amazon’s playroom. The wafting aroma from Jill’s groin told me she was growing more excited by the minute. The longer the beating continued, the sexier she felt. I fought hard to break away from mean holds and violent punches. But going up against a girl who had more muscle and a stronger sex drive was a losing situation. For nearly an hour Jill mopped the floor with my sore body. When she wasn’t scissoring me, she was lifting me and throwing me around. Finally, I hit the floor and was too exhausted to stand up. Jill allowed me to rest for a while. After a few glasses of water her patience had worn off. She pealed off her wet panties and threw them in my face. “Why smell the fabric, when I offer you the real thing” she asked. The rhetorical question led to my next challenge. This one started with forced oral sex on my knees. Sweaty thighs locked me into place. Jill began humping my face gently. Soon rough thrusts were knocking me silly. Moans of pleasure hit my ears. Jill was actually surprised at my skill. “I think you will be doing this a lot in the future,” she mused. Just before my girlfriend was ready to cum, she pushed me away. “Now drowning your face in my girl goo would be fun for me; but what about you? I have taking advantage of you long enough. Why don’t we do one more contest where both of us are winners? If you haven’t figured it out by now, I am not a submissive girl who wants to wait for marriage to bone her man. And because you have treated me extra special over the last three months, I will put out tonight. And as you can imagine, I don’t like going slow. Well, maybe we will go slow after a lot of red lining. Let’s go to my bedroom. That way I can give you a few options on your designer rubber sock. A girl can never be too safe. With any luck, the latex will stand up to my piston driving motions.” Jill walked over to me on the bed and playfully stroked me. As I stood to attention, I noticed my lover had sweat rolling over her breasts, abs, and thighs. Just thinking of getting it on made her more excited. She propped her dense arms on my shoulders and gripped my ass. Her forcefulness was even rougher than during our wrestling match. Jill yanked me up her muscular quads and deep into her vagina. My toes no longer touched the floor. My mate thrust me harder and harder. Sometimes she would use her strong sex to crush me flat. And after heaving her large chest, I would inflate all over. Jill kept up her sexual attack and laughed when I strained under the constant pressure. My dominant chick laughed at her superiority. “What’s the matter? Haven’t you ever been screwed by a real woman? No man overwhelms me in the sack. And to ram you in deeper, I hope you don’t mind being slammed into the wall.” Jill raised on her toes and lunged against me. Later, I was pinned to the hard wood floor under my girl. She didn’t give up even when I could no longer keep stiff. My girlfriend smiled and warned that all of our sexual escapades would make this one like a romp in the park. “But luckily you are a wonderful lay. I will keep you around for a long time,” she admitted.