Heather, Part 3 by amazonfan Tom is screwed unconscious by Heather, and then there's Jessie and Claire ******************************************************** AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is the third installment in the "Heather" series. If you missed either of the first two, you may want to download and read those before beginning this chapter. Hope you enjoy. Please leave a message if you do. ******************************************************** Tom finished showering and drying off and walked back into the family gym to see Heather. She was sitting naked on the incline press machine working out. Tom swallowed hard, trying not to stare between her wide open legs at her blond pussy. Stepsister or not, Tom had to admit that she had a magnificent body. He looked at the machine and realized she was pressing 225 pounds and making it look easy. The thick balls of muscle in her biceps were pumping up. Damn, she's still so much bigger than me, he thought, realizing the futility of his springtime exercise program. "So you put on some weight?" she commented, "150 now? Well sport, I've packed on about five pounds since you saw me last. I'm 180. Claire's gotten Jessie and me lifting heavier than before, so the five pounds is all arm and leg muscle. See?" She stopped lifting and flexed her arm. "I'm finally over 17 inches! And these babies," she said, stroking her massive thighs, "are going for 26 and a half." "Of course I still get a lot of compliments for these," she said, looking down at her 42D breasts. "I won a couple of wet t-shirt contests this semester. The other girls were like, oh god she's so big and her arms and legs are so huge, who's gonna want her? But then I'd get on stage and get wet down and when the guys saw how big mine are they'd like yell bodacious! And then I'd flex up and rip that t-shirt to shreds and they'd see 'em just sticking straight out, no sag like most of the other busty girls, and they'd go crazy." Although Tom had ejaculated less than a half hour ago, he could feel himself getting turned on. Heather smiled when she saw his cock begin to stir. "I'm glad Jessie left you with something in reserve," she purred, "Of course I know you can't resist this bod of mine." "No, Heather. No more of this. This can't go on." Tom protested, backing away. Heather stood up and began to pursue him. "Tom. Tom. Tom. I think you really like being forced to do this. You can resist this body and you can't resist my strength. You're just lucky I like the size of your cock. I'm way too much woman for you Tom. Way too much." Tom backed up against the wall, trapped. He threw up his hands in front of him and Heather grabbed his wrists. She giggled at his feeble resistance as her overwhelming upper body strength allowed her to stretch his arms out to the sides. She leaned down and sucked on his nipple, delighting in the way it made his body squirm and his cock grow. Then she pressed her hard body against his, making sure to put special emphasis on thrusting her jutting breasts against him. She could feel his hard-on pressing against her. Damn he was big down there. She was getting very wet. She tongued his ear. He squirmed even more. Suddenly she just whipped him across the floor. She did it so hard and fast that he couldn't keep his footing and fell to the mats. She leapt across the mats and pounced on him, sitting on top of his chest. She took his left hand in her right hand and started pinning him down. Tom grabbed her arm with his right hand, too. "My god, this can't be happening," he muttered in exasperation. "You're only using one arm against both of mine. You've gotten even stronger than you were in the spring. And I worked out. I know I'm stronger. I can't believe this!" "Believe it, Tom. I'm still a growing girl. I've got lots more potential. You'll never be a match for me in the strength department. And you know what else I've done? Jessie told me how to use my female muscles. She did it to you when you were inside her, didn't she? Well, I can put the pussy squeeze on you, too." "No, Heather. It's too much. You're too much," moaned Tom, feeling precariously aroused. She snaked her legs around his in a grapevine hold. "No, not that," he pleaded as she stretched him wide. Heather rubbed her blond snatch against his stomach as she stretched him wider than she'd ever done before. He begged her to ease up on him. "Tell me you want me to take you," she whispered, "Or I'll split you in two." "Oh please. I can't take it. You're so fucking strong. No more. No more. Take me. Take me. Anything to make the pain stop." Heather unhooked Tom's legs and straddled him, taking his tool in both hands. She eased the head against her slit. She was so tight. Thank god she was so wet. She slid down, welcoming the penetrating fullness. She pulled Tom's face up to her breasts. "Suck on these and don't move another muscle," she hissed. She knew she'd be in a race to achieve her climax before Tom lost control. But she'd been waiting months to feel his cock inside her again and she was quite aroused already herself. And that boy knew how to suck nipples. She felt wave upon wave of pleasure grow and course through her entire body. She pulled Tom against her as hard as she could, to feel every millimeter of that great big cock inside her. Heather shook as the immense tidal wave of pleasure crested and broke, flooding her whole body with the delirious exhilaration of orgasmic release. Only when her rapture began to subside did she notice that Tom was limp in her arms. Her bearhug-like squeeze and smothering breasts must have made him pass out, she figured. His cock was still hard inside her. No use wasting it, she thought, as she began to contract her vaginal muscles the way Jessie had described to her. It felt delicious. One hand went to her clit as her other hand lifted a nipple to her own mouth. To her amazement and delight it took hardly any time at all for her to bring herself off again. "Shit, that was good," she moaned, slowly pulling herself off Tom. He was just awakening. "What happened?" he asked groggily. "You fell asleep and missed the whole thing," she laughed. "Well actually you passed out. You did quite well though. I came twice. I think you're a better lay when you're asleep." "Twice? And I was out of it?" He pounded the mats in frustration. Heather looked at his swollen cock and, in a moment of post-orgasmic generosity, decided that Tom deserved a little reward. She shoved him flat on his back and sat astride his chest, striking a double biceps pose. She proudly looked at each arm, the huge muscle mass ballooning under her skin as she hardened her 17+" peaks. "My muscles get you really hot, don't they Tom?" she purred. "So hot you want to come. Don't you?" "Oh yes. Yes." She caressed her own body, cupping her breasts and running her hands down over her washboard stomach. "You can barely control yourself, right?" she teased. "Well if you're having trouble now, you won't stand a chance in a second, Tom." Heather rolled over so she was lying on top of him facing his feet. Tom lifted his head up to see what she was doing and she couldn't resist the temptation to quickly wrap her imposingly muscular thighs around his head. Although Tom had a bird's eye view of her blond bush, his mind was on the jaw-numbing force squeezing against the sides of his face. Her fantastic glutes hardened into steel balls with each contraction of her thighs. He wanted to plead with her to stop, to ask her what she was doing, but he could barely talk. "Here we go Tom," he heard her say. "Let's see how much you can take." He thought she meant she was going to knock him out with her thighs when suddenly he felt it. Heather was wrapping her 42D's around his erection. Sweet Jesus she was fucking him with her tits! "One." she said sliding up and down his erection once. "Two." Tom could feel his balls churning. "Three." He erupted with an orgasm even more potent than the one he'd had earlier with Jessie. "There Tom," cooed Heather, "See how you get rewarded when you've been a good little boy? Now if being with Jessie and me hasn't convinced you to be our slave, then we can always go back to these." She flexed her thighs very hard for a split second, causing Tom to see stars instantly. "But it doesn't matter what your answer is, because the outcome is still the same. We're going to do whatever we want with you, especially for the next month while your father and my mother are away. Well, clean this place up while I order in some pizza. We're gonna have a little party here tonight." Heather got off Tom and left the gym, leaving him dazed and confused on the floor. One minute Heather was sexy and driving him to unimaginable heights of lust. The next she was domineering, ordering him like her personal valet. He didn't know how he was going to act around her. But he did know that as long as she possessed the body and strength she had, he was helpless not to do whatever she pleased. Tom was in the gym around 8:00 PM taking care of the last instructions Heather had given him just before she'd left the house after dinner. He heard quite a commotion in the hallway. Some guy was cursing up a blue streak. Bodies were bouncing off the walls. Suddenly the door burst open and the commotion spilled into the gym. Jessie came in first, followed by Heather and Claire who were half carrying, half dragging some guy Tom had never seen before. They threw him to the floor and Claire locked the door. "I should've known a cunt like you had something to do with this," the guy sneered at Claire. "Fuck you asshole." Tempers were so hot it looked like a bad fight would explode any second. "What's going on here?" Tom asked to anyone who'd listen, trying to get them to slow down. "Well Tom, this is Eddie. He's a foreman with Bonafede Construction." started Jessie. "Heather and I went to his favorite watering hole tonight and invited him to join us for a little private party." "He thought it was a two-on-one, plenty of tits and ass party," continued Heather, "but unfortunately it seems he misunderstood us. It's a private party, but not quite the kind he imagined. He was quite surprised when Claire met us upstairs. See, he wasn't expecting her." "This butthole fired me from my summer job after I reported for work the first day," Claire said, picking up the story, "Said he wouldn't have any girls on his construction crew. Said I wouldn't be able to do the work. Said I'd be a distraction." "Well you would be a distraction," joked Heather. "Shit, that's not the point," Claire replied, "He had no right to fire me when the owner made the decision to hire me in the first place. This asshole's afraid I'd show him and his lard butt buddies up. You and Jessie know I'm stronger and tougher than any one of them. That's why I deserved the job. And it's a damn good paying summer job. That's why I want the fucking job." Eddie just shook his head and laughed obnoxiously, "Jeez, now I've heard it all. I thought it took brains to go to college. You go to some school for dikes? Stronger? Tougher? You're fuckin' wacko!" He laughed louder and longer. "I'd choose my words carefully if I were you," Tom said to Eddie. "And who the fuck are you?" he spat back, "Some pansy ass queer? Here, let me try to explain this to you. See this broad walks into my trailer first thing in the morning and even though she's got floppy clothes on, first thing I see are big tits. Now it's bad enough I gotta have some pussy who can't do the work be on my crew. But I'll be damned if I have to spend the whole fucking day breaking up the fights between the guys who are gonna want to get in her pants. Real simple. I fire her. I got no problems. Now the only problem I got is being here. And I'm about to solve that by leaving. And I don't care if I have to beat the shit out of any one of you who gets in my way. You got that?" "I'm afraid it's not going to be that simple, Eddie," Claire said, "You don't leave until I get my job back." "Yeah, right. Like who's gonna make me? I'm sure you think you can be quite persuasive flashing those big hooters around, but it would take a lot more than that to get me to give you a job." "I'm sure that's the case," Claire answered sarcastically. "What did you have in mind?" "How about I fuck all three of you broads and you give me a blow job every day at lunch?" "Fine." "Wha, what?" "Here's what's going down Eddie. I am so sure that I am stronger and tougher than you that if I can't beat you up and get you to admit it, you can screw any one of us. But after I beat the shit out of you, you're going to give me my job back and you're going to hand over your next paycheck to me and you're going to leave me the fuck alone." "So you want to fight me? You need your head examined? Fine, look I don't give a shit. I'll kick your cute butt and then I'll fuck it!" "Girls, no interference. I don't want Eddie here to have any excuses." Eddie leered at the three girls. "Jeez you all got big jugs. Gonna be tough deciding who to pork." "You're about to find out just how big we are," Claire declared as she began to remove her workshirt. She had a white tank top underneath a leotard. Eddie could tell she was braless, but he couldn't figure out how boobs that big could be so firm. He thought maybe she'd had implants. Then he got a good look at her arms and his mouth fell open. Her shoulders were a mile wide and her upper arms were huge slabs of concrete muscle. She caught him staring at her arms so she flexed them for him, massive chunks of steel measuring 18 1/4". She slid her jeans off to reveal her lethal legs. Since Claire was 6'3" tall, almost five inches taller than Eddie, her legs seemed to go on forever. Years of squats and countless hours on the stair machine had created mammoth girders, 27 1/2" thighs and 18" calves. Eddie had never seen 190 pounds so well put together and power packed in his life. If she could screw as good as she looked, she'd be the fuck of his life. "Well you got one hell of a body hidden under them clothes," he said, "Boy is this gonna be sweet." "So you agree completely to my terms? You lose, I get my job and your paycheck?" "Yeah. Yeah. Sure. And when I win I fuck whoever I want and there ain't gonna be any goddamn rape charges. Right?" "Right. Well then Eddie, let's get it on." Eddie was a veteran of a fair number of brawls. He fought fast and he fought dirty. The fact that Claire was a female made no difference to him. He wanted to get it over quick so he could get into her pants. Claire popped Eddie with a jab that he caught on his arm. It surprised him. She jabbed with authority and power. They circled each other slowly. She got him with the jab again. She was quicker than he was, but that didn't really bother him. He might get hit a few times wading in, but when he popped her, well then he'd see how tough she was. He got nailed with a pretty good uppercut before he got close enough to clinch. He stomped on her instep and then clocked her with his forearm. He heard her squeal a little and he slugged her with his forearm again. Claire stumbled against him, obviously dizzied by the blows to her head. As she clutched him, trying to clear the cobwebs, Eddie thought he'd take advantage of the situation. His hands grabbed her breasts and he began fondling them. Claire let him, knowing every second was working to her advantage. "Jeez. They are real. Sweetie you've got the best tits I've ever felt." he drooled. "Let's just give 'em a look." He ripped the flimsy top right down the middle. Claire's full globes jutted out. He took a step back and just stared. Claire pivoted and bent sideways lashing out with her foot. Her heel slammed into Eddie's beer belly, catching him with full force just above his crotch. He groaned and doubled over. Claire held his head in place as she kneed him in the face. Eddie dropped to his knees. Claire reared back and delivered a roundhouse right to his jaw, knocking him completely to the floor. She kicked him in the stomach again. Eddie moaned and rolled up in a fetal position. "That's it. It's as good as over." Jessie remarked to Tom. "Once Claire gets the upper hand she doesn't let up." "You're not quitting already, are you?" asked Claire as she bent down and pulled Eddie to his feet. She slapped him hard with both hands and then scooped him off the floor. She knew there was plenty of time left to punish him. Right now she wanted to intimidate him with her strength, to show him just how supremely powerful her muscles made her. Claire shifted him around so she held him by the crotch and neck. She guessed he weighed around 220, no problem for what she wanted to do. Then she pressed him up over her head and paraded him around the room. Tom was flabbergasted. He knew Claire was strong, but to be able to lift someone who weighed a lot more than he did above her head -- what would she be able to do to Tom? Jessie, who was sitting beside Tom, ran her fingers up the inside of his thigh and gave his crotch a playful squeeze. "I could do that to you, no sweat," she whispered. "How'd you like me to do that to you when you have no clothes on? Does that sound like a turn on, Tom?" Heather saw where Jessie's hand was and came over to them. "Hey, Jess, don't get him started again," she teased. "Claire hasn't had her turn with him yet." "I doubt she's going to want to do anything after this fight," Tom proposed. "Hell no," Heather replied, "She gets really horny after she beats up a guy." Tom suddenly felt anxious that he would have to perform that night for Claire. After all she was the one who'd made him have the premature ejaculation in the spring. She and Jessie had just combined to give him another raging hard on, which Jessie must have felt even constrained by his jeans. Meanwhile, Eddie was also feeling quite anxious, though for a different reason entirely. The pain and shock of Claire's sudden reversal was matched by the fear and amazement at the power she was exhibiting in effortlessly lifting him above her. He'd been in fights where he'd underestimated his opponent before and they'd never turned out good. And he'd never so underestimated an opponent in his life. How the hell could she be doing this? "Hey, put me down," he implored. "Look maybe we can talk this out. I don't want anyone getting hurt." "Oh fuck you Eddie," Claire replied. "A minute ago you were going to kick the shit out of everyone here. The time for talking's past. You're gonna pay and you're gonna be one hurtin' son of a bitch." Claire put one foot up on a bench and slammed Eddie's body across her mammoth thigh. Eddie groaned loudly. She lifted him way up and slammed him down again. "Please. No." he begged. She let go of Eddie and he tumbled down her leg, banging into one of the machines and cracking his head against the weight stack. "Shit, Eddie, look at you. You'd better be careful or you're gonna split your head open. Better move where it's clear." Claire taunted. She picked him up by his shirt collar and belt and heaved him onto the mats. Slowly, she walked over to him letting him see how pumped up her muscles were. He managed to get to his feet just as she got to him. Eddie telegraphed a roundhouse punch to her stomach. Claire saw it coming but made no attempt to avoid it. She just flexed her chiseled abdominal wall and his fist bounced off her without effect. "What's the matter Eddie, is that your best shot? That all you got left?" she sneered. Eddie was weakening from his ordeal, but Claire's remarkable strength and endurance gave her an increasing advantage over her foe. She smiled and put her hands out to her sides, inviting him to take another shot. Eddie reared back and deliberately punched Claire's left breast. For a split second a searing wave of pain raced through her body like an electric shock. She grimaced. But almost instantly she summoned every bit of strength and, fueled by overwhelming anger, she blocked out the pain. "You dirty little shit," she hissed. "That was a very stupid mistake." Eddie froze, having thought his cheap shot to her tits would stop her cold, but now realizing he'd failed. She planted her weight as she stepped forward and unleashed a barrage of crushing blows. Eddie was nearly defenseless as the huge hooks slammed into his stomach, ribs and kidneys. Through the onslaught Eddie realized that he'd never been on the receiving end of such powerful punches in his life. He wanted to collapse to the mats, but Claire's relentless blitzkrieg kept him up. He fell forward at her, trying to clinch, trying to hold her arms, trying to anything to stop her vicious attack. That too was a mistake. Claire measured him and delivered a right so forceful it lifted him off his feet. His belly was on fire, the searing pain making him feel as if his intestines had been mangled. Finally she stepped back to see what she'd done and Eddie collapsed, moaning and clutching his devastated midsection. "No more. No more. I give." he pleaded. Claire ignored Eddie and went after him on the mats. Eddie was trying to get up on all fours to crawl away from her. She laid on top of his back and wrapped her arms around him. Then she sat backwards, pulling Eddie with her. They ended up sitting on the mats, Claire behind Eddie, who was between her legs. Claire slid her arms up his body and trapped him in a full nelson. Then she swung her legs up around his middle and locked her ankles. Eddie looked down in panic as the pair of hard 27 1/2" thighs threatened. He struggled to break her full nelson, to free his arms so he could try to pry her tree trunks apart, but his upper body strength was no match for hers. Tom watched the sinewy cords of steel in Claire's delts and lats and triceps swell as she exerted just enough force to contain Eddie's full efforts to free his arms. Tom could tell that Claire was just holding Eddie with her legs, that she hadn't yet begun to squeeze him with anything approaching her capabilities. "Go ahead. Try to get loose. Wear yourself out completely. It'll make finishing you off that much easier." Claire proclaimed. "I'll bet you've never been in a position like this in a fight before Eddie, have you? Your dirty little tricks won't do you any good now. You're trapped. You're helpless. And now you're gonna hurt." The immense muscles of Claire's thighs burst into full relief as she flexed. "Ooowwwwaaarrrrrrghhuuunnnnnhhh. Unh. Unh. Aaaaggghhh. Aah. Aah. Ow. Ow. Ow. No. No. NO!! Oh god, please. Please stop. Oh shit. SHIIIIT! Aaaarrrrgghh. No. No more. I beg you. No. No. You're gonna break my ribs. Oh god, shit. Oh please. Look I give. No don't. You're hurting me bad." "I'm not hearing what I want to hear Eddie. Look I can make this worse for you." "AAAIIIIIIEEEEEE!! No no no more. Please. I'm begging you. Ooooohhhhshiiit! Okay. Okay. Okay. I was wrong. Hear me? I was wrong. Look you got your job. No problem. There. There I said it. I promise." "That's not enough Eddie." "Aaaahhhaaarrrrggghhhhuuunnnnnhhh! Oh god they're gonna snap. No, don't break my ribs!" "I'm waiting Eddie, but I'm not willing to wait much longer. Am I stronger than you Eddie?" "Yes. Yes, you are." "I am WHAT?" "You're stronger. Aaarrghhh. Much stronger." "And am I tougher than you Eddie?" "Yes. Oooohhhaaahh. Yes you're tougher." "And I've got my job back?" "Yes. Your job. It's yours. Yes." "And what else Eddie?" "Oh shit, stop. No not that. Aaaaggghhh. Okay. My paycheck. My next paycheck. Shit. It's yours. It's all yours. Now please just stop." "Good, little Eddie. Now we seem to understand each other." Eddie prayed that it was over. That giving her her job and admitting she was stronger would end the torment. Hell, a week's pay was worth it to end the excruciating pain her thighs could produce. Eddie could not comprehend how this female could possess such power. Unfortunately for Eddie, he sealed a different fate for himself when he punched Claire's breast. "You're a stupid little shit, Eddie." Claire continued. "A macho blowhard who doesn't respect women or what women are capable of. All you see are tits and ass. Well now you've met some muscle. Real muscle. Muscles that show you what a weak little wimp you really are. But the problem is, Eddie, you're still just too stupid. I don't think this little demonstration has really taught you a lesson. No, I think I'm going to have to leave you with something that will linger a bit longer. Something you'll have to live with a while. Something that will remind you every time you move and every time you breathe exactly what kind of woman you encountered here. It's time to go snap, crackle, pop, Eddie." Claire looked over at her audience and smiled diabolically. She relished the feeling of the moment. Knowing that the victim between her legs was completely unable to protect or defend himself. That the incredible power and endurance her muscles gave her had reduced a 220 pound bruiser into a pile of blithering, quivering fear. She knew her nipples were becoming erect. She was not embarrassed by this sign of her nascent arousal. She knew that Heather and Jessie understood exactly how physical domination made a powerful woman feel. It was time to dispose of Eddie so she could move on to other, more enjoyable things. She pulled Eddie's body in one direction with her legs while she stretched him in the other with her arms. Eddie cried out in pain, feeling like his upper body was going to be torn in two. Tendons and flesh were extended to the limits of endurance. Then a sudden jolt applying double the crushing pressure from her monumental thighs. A sickening snap. Bones forced to yield to a superior force. Eddie screamed in agony. Claire had cracked his ribs. "You bitch. You no good dirty bitch." Eddie cried, clutching his sides. But his words came from anguish and defeat, not anger. "Shut your face Eddie," Claire declared, "Or I'll snap a few more." Eddie winced in anticipation and cowered before her. She stood over him in triumph, knowing he was broken, both in spirit and physically. "Quit crying Eddie. You'll live. They can tape you up and you can even go to work and sit on your ass in the trailer all day. And I want you at work because I want that paycheck of yours. And don't forget Eddie, if you fuck up at all, our next fight won't be in private. I'll kick your ass in front of all your buddies. And then Heather will show up at the job and beat you up. And after that Jessie will trounce you. Your buddies aren't going to have any respect for a foreman who gets beat up by three girls. They'll laugh you off the job site. Show him girls." Heather and Jessie each rolled up a sleeve and let Eddie see their hefty, flexed biceps. That was all he needed to see to know that it would be suicide to double cross Claire. Bad enough that she could kick his ass, but these other two had such big muscles too, he wouldn't stand a chance against any of them. "I don't need any more demonstrations. You've made your point. You won't have any more trouble out of me." he said defensively. "Good." Claire replied. "Since that's the case then I think we can let you go. And just to show you how considerate we can be when you do as we say, I'm going to have Heather and Jessie tape you up with an ace bandage for the time being and then drive you over to the emergency room so you can get x-rays and get whatever other medical attention you need. See Eddie? I want you healthy so I can make sure you do your job as foreman -- and that's to make my job as cushy as possible." Heather and Jessie helped Eddie get to his feet gingerly and wrapped up his rib cage. Heather said she'd drive Eddie's pickup truck and Jessie would follow in her car to bring Heather and Jessie back to the house. "Take your time," Claire told them. Heather and Jessie started leading the bruised and battered Eddie out of the gym. Tom tried very nonchalantly to walk out with them. He was almost to the door when he felt Claire's hand on his shoulder, stopping him. He turned around to face her. "And just where do you think you're going?" she asked. "Why you haven't even said hello to me. Aren't you glad to see me again?" Heather stuck her head back in the door and motioned for Claire to come to her. Tom waited as Heather whispered something to Claire. "Well, well Tom. Seems like you've have a busy day so far. And the night's so young!" She and Heather laughed and Heather exited, closing and locking the door behind her. "So did you enjoy watching my little tussle?" Claire asked. "I'm glad I was just watching, and not in Eddie's shoes," Tom replied, "When you lifted Eddie up over your head. I said to myself, shit, look what she can do to him and he weighs maybe 70 pounds more than me. I'd be so light for her. She'd have a field day with me." Claire chuckled. "You seem more awed by me now than you were in the spring. Not that you don't have good reason to. I've been concentrating on my upper body. Without gaining any weight, I've added a quarter inch to my arms. And I'm lifting so much heavier. But this summer, I plan to put on 10 to 20 pounds. I really should be heavier than I am for 6'3". And any weight that doesn't get put on as muscle will probably fill out here." Claire squeezed the sides of her juttingly firm 46D's. "Heather's been making such a big deal about winning some wet t-shirt contests, I can shut her up when I'm a double-D cup and she's just a D." "Just a D?" Tom repeated incredulously. "Sweetie, for Jessie and Heather and me, size is everything. After all, why the hell do you think we have any interest in you?" "I-I-I'm not a piece of meat," he stammered nervously, "I told Jessie and I told Heather and I'll tell you. I don't want to be pushed around by you girls this summer." "Actually I think you told Jessie and Heather you REFUSED to be pushed around. A lot of good that did you, right? They both did exactly what they wanted with you. So now you're not quite brave enough to say you refuse, now Tommy just would PREFER not to be pushed around. I am so much bigger and stronger than you. Now considering what they did to you, and considering the fact that I am the tallest, the heaviest, the most muscular, the strongest, and the most outrageously built, what exactly do you think you can do?" "It's unfair. I have no say in what happens to me. You three just want to use me however and whenever you want. I'm the man. It's not supposed to be that way." Tom parried. "Who gives a shit what you think is fair?" Claire replied. "There's no fair or unfair. There's just how much power you have to do what you want. And you my little wimp, come up way short in the power department. Sounds to me like you need a little reminder of just how low on the totem pole you are around here." Claire put her hands on her hips and inhaled deeply and then exhaled slowly. Tom took a step back, almost involuntarily. Claire picked a dumbbell off the rack, unlocked the collars and took all the plates off. Then she stood on a bench. "Come grab ahold of the ends and hang on tight," she instructed as she held the bar curled almost shoulder high. Because she was on the bench, Tom had to reach up to the grab the bar, about six feet high. Claire flexed the stupendous ball of muscle in her biceps and began slowly straightening her arm up over her head. Tom was transfixed as he felt his feet come off the ground as she lifted him up higher and higher until her arm was fully extended. "My god, " he gasped, "You lifted 150 pounds with one arm!" "More than that," she corrected, "You forgot to add a few pounds for the bar and your clothes. But we can fix that." Claire swung her arm back so Tom's body swung closer to hers. She wrapped her other arm around him and pulled him tight against her magnificent body. His clothes could not hide the bulge she felt pressing against her hard abdomen. It was time to stop fooling around. She pulled her other hand away and Tom let go of the bar. She dropped it to the mats and jumped down from the bench, still holding Tom in one arm. She cinched both arms low around his waist and began to bear hug him. Tom gasped and moaned, throwing his head back. He had never felt a bear hug like this, even from Heather or Jessie. "Holy shit, are you strong!" he grunted, "You weren't this strong in the spring." "I told you I was working my upper body." "Please no more. My ribs..." "What a wimp! My arms can hurt you as much as my legs hurt Eddie. You're lucky none of us girls want your bones broken. No, that would be a waste. A waste of this." Claire put Tom down on his feet and before he could move, grabbed the front of his jersey. She loved the fear in his eyes. She loved the sense of control. She could have ordered him to strip before her eyes, but she wanted to do it herself. RIP! The jersey tore down the front and she yanked it off his puny chest. He tried to pull away, but her strong grip held the front of his cutoffs. She yanked him against her, making sure he bounced off her nearly unyielding breasts. One arm was wrapped around him to hold him in place, the other was between their bodies, her hand slipping inside his shorts. Her fingers slid down his hot soft belly, traced their way through his thickening pubic hairs and found their quarry. She exhaled sharply as she felt his swollen member grow bigger and harder in her hand, straining against the confines of his clothes. She would liberate it. Her hand slid back out and tore the snap open. She grasped his zipper and yanked it down. Then using both hands she seized his cutoffs and underwear and tugged them down. Tom's erection sprang free and slapped against her. She grabbed his cock at the base and squeezed, relishing its girth and stiffness. Tom shuddered with excitement. "Not so fast there speedy," she warned, "Don't get your rocks off." She shoved Tom backwards and he fell, sprawling on the mats. Claire pulled the tattered remains of her tank top off and slipped her fingers under the shoulder straps of her leotard. She paused, letting the anticipation build, wondering how Tom would react to her surprise. Then she proceeded to pull the straps off her shoulders and let the leotard slip to the floor. Tom's eyes widened as his gaze lowered. Claire's pussy was shaved clean. He groaned as he fought back the urge to shoot his load. "It's easier to be this way when you wear a lot of thongs and g-string bikinis during the summer," she explained, matter-of-factly. "I take it you like it." "Sweet shit, yes." "And you like this?" Claire flexed her arms, her 18 1/4" cannons exploding. Her legs, her quads and hamstrings swelled into etched blocks of oaken muscle splendor. Her abdomen rippled with steel cables. "Shit, your muscles. You're awesome." "You want to fuck me. You want to feel my muscles. Don't you?" "Oh god yes." "But you're not man enough, Tom. No matter how big your cock is. I'm so much stronger than you I have to be careful not to overdo it and kill you. That limits my pleasure Tom. Do you understand?" He nodded meekly. "No, Tom, you're not man enough to fuck me, but I am more than enough woman to fuck you. And do it whenever I want. Like now." Claire knocked Tom flat on his back with her foot and stood over his chest. She squeezed her breasts together and tugged at her erect nipples. Then she wet her fingers with her tongue and slid them across her shaved snatch. Her pussy was already far wetter than her fingers were. She dropped to her knees, straddling Tom's head. She cupped her hands under his head and pulled his face up against her pussy. She bucked and rolled her hips, roughly mashing Tom's face, drenching him with her viscous musk. "Use your tongue," she ordered, lowering Tom's head to the mats and easing down on top of him. The sheer mass of her muscular development, her massive thighs, her bowling ball glutes, completely enveloped him. She welcomed the pleasure that welled up as Tom licked from the top to the bottom of her pussy and thrust his tongue into her, over and over again. When he pressed his lips against her clit and sucked, she began to spasm. "Yes! Yes! Yes! Oh, unh,unh,uhhnnnnnahhhYESSS!!" she squealed, reaching the pinnacle of her first orgasm. Claire quickly shifted her body to a prone position atop Tom. She pushed her body off him and then dropped herself, repeatedly slamming her full 190 pounds of hard muscle on top of Tom's smaller frame. "You're gonna flatten me," Tom grunted, trying to absorb the pounding punishment. "That's cause your body's so soft," she replied. "I love to slam my body against something weaker, like you, puny. It makes me feel invincible. And that turns me on." Claire grabbed Tom's arms and pinned them out at his sides. He squirmed beneath her, but there was no way he could dislodge her. "What will you do later this summer when I weigh more?" she teased, "Be flattened like a pancake?" Claire saw that Tom was staring at her breasts. "They'll be bigger too, Tom." "Please don't tease me," Tom whimpered. His mind flashed back to that moment a few months ago when Claire had him in this same position and got him so aroused he couldn't control his ejaculation. "Afraid of losing it?" Claire asked. "Spread your legs." Tom did as instructed. Claire eased her legs between Tom's, her thighs slightly parted. When she could feel his erection sticking up between her legs, almost touching her glutes, she squeezed her legs tight together. Blood engorged tissue was encased by two walls of steel muscle. Tom felt like his entire cock had been put in a vise. "There, that should hold you," Claire said, enjoying the pained expression on Tom's face as her 27 1/2" thighs squeezed his cock tight. Claire rolled her shoulders back and thrust her protruding breasts closer to his face. "Now, tend to these," she ordered, rubbing an erect nipple all over his face. Tom was helplessly pinned and unable to refuse her. The pressure on his cock was added persuasion. As he tried to endure this unusual torture, he could take some comfort in the knowledge that Claire had very sensitive breasts and could be stimulated to orgasm quite easily. All these amazons did. Must be why they all wanted him to suck their tits. And suck he did, flicking her nipple with the tip of his tongue, tugging on it gently with his lips. He opened his mouth wide and took as much lusciously firm breast meat into his mouth as he could. But there was so much more that couldn't begin to fit in. He was drowning in an abundance of erotically charged female flesh, ripe round peaks of breast perfection. Claire pressed closer, smothering Tom in the deep chasm of cleavage between her proud globes. Her breathing was getting quicker. Her breasts gleamed from her sweat and Tom's tongue bath. She was very close. For a split second she pulled her breasts off his face, just out of tongue's reach. Tom stabbed at her with the tip of his tongue. She was pleased he was so anxious to satisfy her. She lowered her other orb to Tom's waiting mouth and closed her eyes. The swirling sensation of his mouth sent swirls of pleasure coursing throughout her body. She tensed her spine and pressed her throbbing cunt tighter against his body. "Yes! Oh, yes! Yes! Oh, uhhnnnnnahhhYESSS!!" she moaned, reaching her second climax. Claire rolled off Tom and lay on her back on the mats, luxuriating in the afterglow of her orgasm. She felt so nice, but she wanted more. She needed another orgasm, a bigger one. She propped herself up on her elbows and looked at Tom. He looked exhausted, trying to get his breath back. After all, he'd been put through the wringer by three women who were so much more powerful than he was, he could do nothing but try to withstand whatever they felt like doing to him. "Oh, Tom," she purred, "Guess what I want to do now, Tom?" She ran her fingers up his arm, across his shoulder, and down his chest to his stomach. Tom's cock was limp, having been squeezed into submission by the unyielding force of Claire's inner thighs. "Oh no," he muttered. "What do you mean no, you don't get to say yes or no. You do what I say." Claire knelt beside him and slid one hand behind his neck and the other cupped his groin, right behind his balls. "What the heck??" "Up we go, Tom." Claire lifted him off the mats, cradling him against her chest and then got to her feet. And then without any effort, she lifted him further, pressing him completely above her head. Tom looked at the mirrored wall in amazement, seeing the image of this towering amazon holding his body up to the sky. He looked at her prodigious arms, bulging with tremendous balls of muscle, her huge, defined deltoids, her rippling abs, her tree trunk thighs, all surging with power, yet easily handling his weight. "Remember you said that you'd be so light for me to lift?" she asked. "Well you were quite right. Look in the mirror again Tom. Can you see how big I look compared to you?" "Yes." "And I'm going to get bigger Tom." "I know." "And stronger, Tom." "Yes." "And sexier, Tom." "Oh god stop doing this to me," he pleaded. Claire watched with satisfaction and anticipation as Tom's cock got hard again. His reluctance to be used as a sexual plaything was no match for the power of her libido. She massaged his groin and gently rolled his balls in her fingers, coaxing every last centimeter of length and thickness his big cock was capable of. She lowered him slowly, cradling him against her breasts again as she walked to the center of the mats. She laid him out on his back and sat astride his trembling chest. She could see the fear of disappointing her in his eyes. "Think about batting averages. Isn't that the secret?" she giggled. Tom watched Claire fondle herself, priming her body for taking his tool. He sensed that she knew how aroused he was and that he might not last long inside her. So she was bringing herself to the brink before she took him inside. Her fingers stroked her pussy lips and her clit, creating shocks of pleasure. Tom held his breath, never having had a woman masturbate in front of him. Claire closed her eyes and rolled her head back, focusing on her pleasure. Tom closed his eyes too, for fear that watching this visual feast would push him over the edge. When the moment came, he felt her lift her weight off him. Her hand encircled the base of his rigid tool ever so gently. He felt the exquisite tightness of her opening, the silken wetness as she slid down, taking him all in in one slow plunge. She paused motionless, savoring the extraordinary fullness of his cock, feeling it stretch her and penetrate so deeply. She tightened herself around him. Slowly she raised up, until just his big purple head was held inside. She paused again. His eyes were shut tight. It was as if he was trying not to be there. It was Claire and one delicious cock. She plunged down as fast and hard as she could. Tom gasped. She rubbed her clit vigorously, creating more shock waves. He was holding back. How much longer. Go for broke. She began to moan aloud and ride his cock up and down as fast as she could. Her hard glutes slapping against his soft thighs as she rode him up and down, back and forth. The force came from the center of her being and exploded, a rumbling, roaring sensual climax that shook her body to the core. That was the orgasm she wanted and needed. Now she was satisfied. Tom opened his eyes as he felt her lifting off him. There was a popping sound as his cock head slipped out. He couldn't believe he had lasted, that she came with him inside her. He couldn't believe she was picking up her things and preparing to leave. "What?..." he asked, his big cock throbbing, still at full erection. He looked at his cock and looked at Claire plaintively. "Looks like you'll have to take matters into you own hands, Tom. I got what I came for and now I want to go out and party," she said cynically. "I've told you you're just here for my pleasure." "But wasn't I better?" "You want a reward for lasting this time? It's gonna be a long hot summer Tom. And I'm always horny when it's hot." Tom watched Claire head for the showers. His balls ached for release. His hard on would not subside. He would have to "take matters into his hands" if he was to find any relief. His hand encircled his cock. He winced. The skin had been fucked raw. Three times in one day. Jessie, then Heather, now Claire. It was only his first day of summer vacation. He wondered how'd he'd survive the rest of the summer. These three amazons might just try to fuck him to death. The End.