The club was packed, and from the moment we had entered every eye had fallen on us. I could feel the collective lust of the mass of women like a warm wet breathing on the back of my neck. They all wanted me, but between them and me were my girls.

Rose and Amber had chosen matching black dresses. The slit was scandlously long and the top was no more than overmatched strips of fabric clinging desperately to their long muscled forms. Samantha had been even less conservative - a bikini top and a mesh pullover, with a skirt. She was also wearing bright pink warmers on her forearms and below her knees - and I knew though it was less than obvious - no underwear. Some woman tonight was going to find herself in very good company.

The club seemed to suffer paralysis as we moved through it to a secluded table in the back. Slowly the dancers started to sway again, though they kept their eyes fixed on the table where we sat. I looked around to see the changes that had taken place since I had last been to the east coast.

There were still women of "average" builds - though they were all women who only five years ago would have been the most beautiful women in the club. I suppose they were women most afraid to commit to the evolving standard of beauty they saw around them for fear of losing the bodies that they naturally were gifted with. Even among them I thought I saw lithe muscles on their long arms, muscles that only five years ago would not have been there.

Everyone other woman at the club sported hard muscles whether it be slim fitness types or bulky bodybuilders. Many had attained physiques that far surpassed anything any woman had dreamed about five years ago. It seemed that not a week went by that some new miracle product was promising bigger biceps in just one month.

None compared to the tall lean bulk that Amber and Rose had, or, for her size, the unbelievably ripped physique Samantha commanded.

A constant crowd of woman were jockeying for attention at the tables around us. Too inventive lasses were trying to draw my attention with lesbian flirtations. One would flex, and the other would kiss the swollen muscles. It might have worked had Rose and Amber not noticed and started their own competing show, one that finally left the two woman staring slack jawed as Rose and Amber made out beside me. Samantha had her eyes on a small dark haired woman who had been casting us nervous glances from her table for over an hour.

Beside me, Amber and Rose were now standing. Amber had Rose's wrists pinned to the wall above her head and was kissing her as if her life depended on it. The two attempted lesbian showoffs were staring, completely unselfconcious, turned on and unable to look away.

Beside me the show was getting more risque, so much so it had caught a bouncer's attention. He was a huge man, and clearly we were violating some sort of decency laws. I cursed under my breath. If only the bouncer had been a female - they got big enough now a days - I could have taken care of it easily.

Samantha noticed the attention too. She quietly slid out of her seat and into the path of the oncoming bouncer.

He looked down at her - confused, at first. His confusion quickly turned to concern as he realized that while he might have the height advantage, Samantha's physique quite possibly put him at a disadvantage. For her part, Samantha just smiled, a broad smile on her pixish face. She rested her hands on her hips and looked for all the world as if nothing in the world could possibly cause her concern.

"Evening..." she smiled, flirtatously.

"Um... evening, ma'am," He was trying to size her up. She casually flexed her bicep and the bouncer's eyes nearly bulged out of his head.

"What's wrong with two girls having fun?" Samantha looked back, and whistled. "Lot's of fun apparently."

"Um... I have to ask you to... um..." The bouncer was having trouble concentrating. Samantha was showcasing all her feminine charms, including those that only a few years ago would have been anything but - abs, huge biceps, and enormous quads.

"How, about, instead, I ask the girls to behave?" Samantha smiled wickedly. "I promise if they try anything else, I'll get between them." She pushed her tongue into the inside of her cheek.

The buoncer was obviously having trouble getting his words out. He just nodded. He watched as Samantha dragged a now topless Rose off of Amber. He shook his head, and turned away. Samantha winked at me.

She sauntered over, kissed me. I could practically feel the hold outs - women who five years ago would have been average - but now were the least muscular women in the club - grow green with envy. The next time we came back to the East coast I knew there would be fewer girls not sporting at least fitness level physiques.

Samantha let her kiss turn into a lap dance - this time the bouncer didn't make a reappearence.

Apparently confident we could get away with anything, Samantha reached down and carefully undid my pants. She turned and slid onto my hard shaft, hiding our public sex behind the table and her own skirt.

I could only see her back, wide and incredibly well muscled. The ridges of muscles in front of me rose and fell as her wet hungry pussy devoured my dick. I could feel her internal muscles contracting around me. Those muscles were as strong as any other on her body.

I contented myself with subtle little movements of my pelvis. I had gotten very good at getting women off, and Samantha was no exception. I let myself go and I orgasmed into her tight, well muscled interior. For her part she tensed every muscle and stared up at the ceiling. She relaxed slowly, the orgasm she had experienced taking its toll on her. She came down from her high, and as her muscles unfroze I felt her significant weight settle on my thighs.

She turned her head, so she could just see me. "Thanks, I needed that."

I nodded to my right, she unmounted me and returned to where she had been seated before. When she moved I saw that the ring of women around us were staring. Some were damp with sweat, and I realized that Samantha had not been the only woman who had climaxed. Some of the onlookers had orgasmed just by watching.

Samantha sereptitiously buttoned me back up.

"I think I'm going to go to the ladies room," she sighed.

"Is it the dark haired woman over there?" I asked, refering to a slim girl who dropped her eyes whenever Samantha or I made eye contact.

"Sure is," Samantha grinned, "I think she's going to enjoy tonight." She gave me a wicked look and then sprang up and sauntered over to the table the woman was sitting at. The crowd parted for her, even if they hadn't Samantha could have just thrown the intervening women out of the way. They looked like girls next to her ridiculous physique. She sat down across from the startled woman who had been staring at us.

The woman blushed as Samantha began to make conversation. She grew flushed as Samantha flexed a swollen bicep bigger than the her head and then again when she reverantly touched it.

I looked back to my left. Amber and Rose were now more conservatively talking - only occasionally exchanging kisses.

I stood up. Amber and Rose looked up at me as soon as I did.

"It's alright, I'm just going to make a round." The two girls nodded uncertainly but didn't follow. They didn't like to leave me alone.

Like for Samantha, the crowd also parted for me, as I made my way onto the dancefloor. Once I got there, however, girls pressed up against me, 'accidently' brushing against me.

I would talk to the women, feel their longing for me. I'd ask them to show me their muscles. They were always happy too. Then I'd point out Samantha or Amber or Rose. And the next time I made it to the New Jersey I could guarantee that that women's muscles would be even larger.

I was just appreciating one young lady's bicep - a respectable 15 inches - when I heard a deep and sexy voice behind me.

"Why waste your time with that girl..."

I turned and stood face to face with a muscular behemoth. She had a pretty face, long platinum hair and a physique that almost rivaled Samantha's. She was flexing her bicep.

"When you can have a woman?"

I whistled in appreciation. The only cleavage she had was comparitively tiny breasts set on massive slabs of pectoral muscle. Her arms were crisscrossed with vascularity that seemed to rope across her thick arm muscles.

"I'm Eric," I smiled. I drank in her thick muscled physique. She pushed roughly against me. With irresistable force, she pulled me into the hard ridges of her body.

"Why don't I show you what a real woman can do?"

It wasn't everyday I found someone whose body rivalled one of my girls. I was intrigued.

"What's your name?" I asked.

"Call me Cee," she whispered into my ear. We started dancing. I could feel her tremble as we rubbed our bodies together. I was being careful to keep her from orgasming, but when we touched I could dampness seeping through her form fitting tights that showed off her tree trunk legs.

"Let's go outside," she panted in my ear, practically begging.

I just nodded. I could already feel my overstimulated cock growing hard.

She guided me out of the club and down behind the building, across the parking lot to a sloped grassy hill. I realized that at the bottom of the hill was a sandy beach and water. We were on the Atlantic coast.

She stepped away from me, and in the moonlight her skin gleamed as she began to strip away her clothes. Her physique did not disappoint. Her gleaming muscled bulged huge under her tautly stretched skin.

She pushed me roughly to the ground. "Please," she panted in my ear, "I need you." I didn't resist - it would have been pointless - as she grabbed my belt and with a quick snap ripped my pants open. My now hard dick sprang to life.

"Please..." she moaned. Naked, I could see that she was slick with desire - and that her she had a brazilian wax - just like my girls. I smiled, it looked like I might have found a perfect addition to my travelling harem. I frowned at her undersized breast, then shrugged. Samantha had been flat chested once - now she practically needed a new letter of the alphabet to describe her bust size.

She kneeded the tiny lumps of breast and hungrily impaled herself on me.

I tried to restrain myself as she pounded me. A full blown orgasm like I could deliver was potent the first time. I had gotten better at controlling that, too. My girls could barely take one now after spending every night together with me across the country.

Instead I just lay there, enjoying the solid mass of her muscles working in concert with every thrust. She wasn't going to last much longer I could tell. Rapid muscle spasms contracted her pussy around me as she began to lose it.

"Oh.... GOD!!!" She cried. "OH ERIC!!!"

She swayed and she toppled over onto the sand exhausted. My dick was still hard and now glowing soaked in her juices. Her huge leg still lay across my waist.

I tried to move it, but she tensed her leg and pinned me. Something was bothering me. I tried to move again. She was looking up into the night sky and laughing at my efforts.

"How did you know my name?" I realized that was what was bothering me. I tried sitting up, but she pressed her leg across my chest and kept my back on the sand. I struggled - but it was futile. Might have well have been trying to lift a tree.

She laughed again, sat up and straddled my waist. On either side of me, massive and powerful pillars of muscles gently but firmly kept me from moving, she lay forward so that her chin rested on her hands on my chest and I could look right into her eyes.

"Don't you remember me?" Cee asked.

"I meet a lot of women," I said hesitantly, but looking at her face I thought I did recognize something. I did know her, but it could have been from anywhere.

She shifted, so as to keep her full weight off my chest. Her left elbow dug into the sand and she rested her chin on her left hand. With her right she ran her fingers across my chest.

"You are even more irresistable than the last time I saw you," she purred. "It's OK that you don't recognize me - I did change my hair - it used to be darker." Her platinum blonde locks shone in the mmonlight.

She sat up so that her still damp hairless crotch pressed down against my still hard dick.

"Oh, Eric, I missed your touch. When you left, I thought I was going to go crazy. I masturbated nonstop - eight, nine, ten times a day. But all those hours, they weren't even a fraction as good as what I felt in the last ten minutes. You really are something, aren't you?"

She regarded me, her eyes shining in the moonlight.

"I went a little wild there for a time, but then I saw you again," Cee frowned, "but here I was, a scrawny worthless nymphomaniac and you were surrounded by the biggest women I had ever seen."

"I used to workout until I couldn't get up, and then I'd close my eyes and imagine I was one of those women. I would fantasize about using my muscles to get you off. How I would pick you up with one massive arm, and swallow your whole wonderful dick." She flexed her arm so hard she was shaking. A massive peak rose in response.

"A blowjob like that, then you'd come back to me. Then I'd be worthy." She rolled off me, quicker than I could believe and pulled me roughly to my feet. My torn pants swayed in the ocean breeze. I felt one arm circle me, and with a great cry, she hefted me into the air, to her shoulder. Her body shook with exertion as she lifted me up higher and I could feel her warm eager lips lock in around my shaft. She swallowed me until I could feel the warm interior of her throat.

With another herculean effort she pushed me with her single arm higher. I could feel the length of my dick being pulled out of her mouth, sliding out of her throat. The tip finally emerged from her lips with a wet smack. She was now shaking, the effort of holding me aloft one handed evident on her pained face.

She began to lower me when her arm gave way.

I fell. My gut impacted on her shoulder, and it was like a fist. With a wet smack I collided into her ungiving flesh and then down onto the sand. I lay there, my vision blurred from pain desperately trying to draw in a ragged breath of air.

Cee didn't even seem to notice. Her back was to me.

"I'm not good enough," she was chanting to herself. "Still not good enough."

I was in no condition to console her. I lay on the ground desperately trying to catch my breath.

She turned to me, and through my blurred vision I could make out her eyes. They looked insane.

She grabbed my ankle, and effortless started to drag me over the sand. I felt the waves break against me as she dragged me into the ocean. With a flip of her arm she tossed me into the briney waves. I struggled to get air.

"I'll never be good enough for you," she was saying as another wave broke over me. "But maybe we can still be together," her eyes were wide, "forever."

I tried to crawl away, but the waves were too strong for me - and Cee was much, much stronger than that.

She grabbed my arm and roughly pulled me up so that I was my face was right against her. I could feel the hard edges of her body pressed naked against me. She kissed me, her lips working over my face.

When I didn't kiss back she stopped. "I know, I'm still not good enough. It was never about me, even when it was only Myrna and me."

"Cynthia...?" I whispered in wonder.

"STOP!" Samantha's voice drowned out the ocean's roar. I turned my head as much Cynthia's grip allowed. "PUT HIM DOWN!" She was standing at the edge of the surf, the ocean water soaking her pink stockings.

"Take a step closer and I'll break him in half," Cynthia hissed. I felt a painful spasm run along my spine as she flexed her arms menacingly. She whispered to me. "Look at me, look at what I did to myself - all for you. I won't let you leave me again. I'm too strong for that now."

Samantha was edging toward us.

"I'm not kidding," Cynthia growled. I howled in pain as she sent a spasm of power through her massive arms. My head fell on to her the hard ridges of muscles that wrapped around her neck.

I had to do something, but when it comes down to it I'm only really good at two things - attracting women and getting them off. Hardly skills useful for self defense. But what else could I do? I strained and I could just reach her slick pussy.

Cynthia shivered - the sudden sensations completely overwhelming her. She dropped me and I had a freer hand to work her as I liked. She was completely unable to defend herself as Samantha tackled her. The impact was deafining, like two planks of wood striking each other.

The two woman landed with a violent splash. They tumbled over in the water.

"Samantha!" I yelled, trying to see if she was alright.

Suddenly a figure - clearly female but incredibly muscular emerged from the dark sea. From the nearly bald head I could tell it was Samantha. I felt thrill of relief until I realized that two arms had emerged with Samantha and the hands were clasped around Samantha's neck. Cynthia emerged now, seawater sheeting off her naked body.

Samantha had her hands tightly wrapped around Cynthia's wrists - and that was all that kept Cynthia from crushing Samantha's throat. Cynthia grunted and Samantha began to rise higher, all the time keeping her desperate grip on Cynthia's wrist.

Samantha rose until her feet emerged over the surf. She was fully out of the water held aloft by Samantha's massive arms. Without leverage Samantha's legs kicked against Cynthia's muscled frame with no obvious effect. I could tell though from the deafening wet smacks of impact that any lesser human being would have seriously injured by the blows.

"Cynthia let her go!" I yelled, but my voice was drowned out by the sounds of their surf and the thudding impacts that Cynthia ignored. Samantha's struggles were slowing, the tremendous strength needed to keep Cynthia's hands from coming together was draining her.

"Help me!" I cried to the empty beach. I ran toward the two, desperate.

I fell in the surf and smacked against Cynthia's unyielding leg. It was like running into warm marble. I reeled from the impact, but I'm not even sure Cynthia noticed it. I reached up and found my hand on the inside of Cynthia's massive thigh. I reached and once again pushed my finger into her wet folds.

The effect was immediate. She gasped and dropped a now almost unconcious Samantha. With a violent spasm of her leg she sent me flying and rolling across the abrasive sand.

I was having trouble seeing straight. I looked around and saw Cynthia turning in the sea looking for Samantha.

Behind Cynthia I saw a broad figure rise out of the water, Cynthia turned, but a broad right handed punch caught her right in the jaw. It took her to one knee. Samantha pulled back again and delivered another punch to Cynthia's chin. The huge woman went down into the shallow water. Samantha glumly scooped up her unconcious opponent and carried her to the beach. She unceremoniously dumped onto the sand as soon as they were clear of the water.

Samantha clothes - skimpy as they were - hadn't weathered the struggle well. Nearly naked and struggling for air her whole body seemed to expand with each breathe.

She looked down at me, concern written over her face.

"Are you alright?"

I tried to answer but my ribs hurt too much. Samantha scooped me up, and pressed up against her massive chest, securely held by her strong arms she started walking up away from the ocean. I ignored the searing pain in my chest and before I knew it, was unconcious.

***

I woke up in a hospital bed. Samantha was beside me wearing a ludicrously bad fitting hospital gown. It pulled away from her body, supported by her massive breasts.

"Nice look," I joked. I started coughing each one causing a spasm of pain.

"Yeah, the hosipital staff kept insisting I should put some clothes on - and this was all they had." Behind her on a couch I could see two other forms - I suspected Amber and Rose sleeping.

"How are they?"

"Rose and Amber?" Samantha asked surprised. Reluctantly she turned away from me and looked at the two sleeping muscular giants. "Well, they are beating themselves up for leaving you out of their sight. The wanted to kill Cynthia, but I convinced them just to take her to a police station. I think she's spending the night in a very, very secure cell. Oh, and they were pretty grateful."

I raised an eyebrow.

Samantha smiled. "From now on, I can have you all to myself on Mondays - and I can give you all the blowjobs I want - even if they aren't around to enjoy it."

"Pretty generous," I commented, closing my eyes.

"That's not even to mention that I'm adding a new 'punishment' to the punishment list - one just for them..."

"Do tell," I prodded when she paused. She wanted to tell me, and I wasn't in much of a mood to resist.

"Well, let's just say the next time you catch me with another woman its most likely going to be Amber or Rose. I've already punished each of them twice for letting you get hurt."

I smiled at the raunchy thought of Samantha being serviced. A flash of bitter memory pulled the smile off my face. "What about Cynthia?"

That really shocked Samantha. "The bitch is in jail. She got less than she deserved."

"She's not a bitch..." my statement was undercut by the fact that breathing was incredibly painful. "I think... I think..." I might have deserved that, I completed to myself. "I think, she's probably been taking some substances of questionable legality."

"Roid rage?" Samantha puckered her lips. She obviously was not happy with me defending Cynthia.

"Just ask the police to get a drug test. I think she needs help. I knew her once..." I grimaced, talking hurt. I cut to the point. "I don't want to press charges."

"Well, good for you. But, Eric, she tried to kill me! Like hell I'm not pressing charges." Samantha was mad now.

I didn't have the energy to open my eyes. I just shook my head. "Please, Sam. I think she's been through enough."

Samantha sighed, and placed a finger over my lips. "I think I'm going to invoke another one of my new rights," I opened my eyes and saw Samantha shrugging off her hospital gown.

She crawled up onto the bottom of my bed, her eyes hungry. I was asleep before she finished.

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