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> Ursula Parkheart, P.I.:
> The Flexing Detective
>
> "The Adventure of the Amorous Amazon"
>
> by
> Forrest Curran
>
>
> Chapter Seven:
>
> Making Time With Maria's Muscles
>
>
> Maria could drive. I don't mean she had passed a driver's
>test and had been issued a license.
> I mean she could drive---she took a professional pleasure in
>shifting the gears of Ursula's Corvette, and the engine purred
>under her capable hand as we sped through the early morning
>roads.
> I was shaking with nervous relief; shell-shocked.
> Raye-Anne, who had removed any barricades to my heart and
>soul with her tough-minded, big-bodied country-girl treatment,
>had really meant business after all!
> I shuddered at what had been about to occur, and I looked
>over at Maria, grateful for her vigilance and courage...
> She really was quite a lovely woman, wasn't she? For just a
>second, I wondered what she looked like naked. Had my body
>recovered from the ordeal of spending the night with the giant
>blonde dominatrix so quickly? Was I ready for new enticement?!
> But I could smell telltale reminders of Ursula throughout
>the interior, and it sent my spinning head to ruminate, and my
>mind to climb the harsh cliffs of Mount Ursula once again.
> I laughed to myself.
> Mount Ursula...
> It was just what I wanted to do, wasn't it?
> Maybe it was just wishful thinking, but I was going to find
>out very soon...
> As I pulled on my pair of battered white-leather high-tops,
>Maria reached for the phone. She punched in a number and waited.
>
> After just a moment...
> "Got him, Ms. Parkheart," she stated proudly. "Yeah, he's
>okay, just a little shaken up....Will do...Thanks, I'm sure gonna
>give it a try."
> There was a quick sideways glance of topaz eyes.
>
> "Gosh, Maria, thanks," was all I could offer to her in the
>way of gratitude as she replaced the phone in it's holder under
>the dash.
> She peered at me out of the corner of her powder-blues,
>never allowing her attention to waver from the road as she did.
>She stepped on the accelerator with a black high-heeled ankle
>boot.
> The car sped up.
>
> "No charge, JT," she said. Then finally, after what a clock
>would have said was a minute but what felt like hours, she spoke.
> "I like your outfit."
> I thanked her; but, I added, it would certainly be good to
>go back to wearing long pants...
>
> "Aw," she teased, "you're gonna cover up those cute legs?
>What a shame! On behalf of every woman in town, JT, let me be
>the first to say `Boo!' to that idea...," she giggled, eyes
>dancing with mischief as they grazed along my bare thighs, shaven
>on order of my Bosslady, the better to please the tastes of Lady
>Bodybuilders everywhere...
> She now got serious, the friendly face tightening.
> "She was a rough customer, huh?," she asked,
>sympathetically.
> I nodded.
> She was silent again, as though replaying in her mind the
>tableau she had seen from the window. I didn't know how much she
>had seen or how long she had been there; but I did know she had
>seen enough to make me more than a little uncomfortable.
> "Ursula got the papers," she offered, almost as an after-
>thought, keeping her eyes on the road.
> She had something on her mind...
> What could I say? How could I respond?
> "I'm glad," was all I could manage, shutting out the mental
>image in my mind of the near-branding that had just occurred.
>We were halfway home before an evil thought occurred to me---that
>maybe it would have been more fun not to be rescued...
>
> We had stopped at a red light on a deserted section of
>highway. I knew that as a policewoman she could have run it, but
>she didn't. Instead, she took her hands off the wheel and pulled
>the black leather jacket from her broad-shouldered, large-boned
>frame. The early sun angled it's way into the compartment; Maria
>looked younger, somehow, in the early light of day, the natural
>lighting suited her, as it lightly touched her white flawless
>skin...
> Funny, I remarked to myself, most women looked older in
>those conditions, especially after staying up all night waiting
>to rescue their friends from Amazon Frankensteins.
> My heart warmed to the earthy blonde woman who drove hot
>sports cars as though to the manor born.
> She had been great back there. Every bit the adventuress;
>just like Ursula. Selfishly, I wondered if she would have fought
>over me...
>
> "My sister Darla's with a private highway division. Sort of
>like a motorcycle club for, ah, big women. She lent me her
>jacket. I figured it would look ominous. Whaddaya think, JT?"
> I wasn't looking at the coat, as it hung over the back of
>her seat. But I gave her a vague affirmative answer as I watched
>the huge over-bulging cleavage exposed by Maria's short-sleeved
>and very low-cut t-shirt.
> Her breasts were white and creamy and seemed big enough to
>take up half the interior of the compact car. It looked as
>though they didn't see the sun too often; or hang half-exposed
>from their mistress' chest, either.
> I had been right about the bicep, too. I had seen the
>beginnings of a substantial bulge on her arm when we met in the
>alley, just yesterday. And as she held her arm bent, holding the
>wheel, the hard cap of sinew was accentuated. I noticed, too,
>that Maria wasn't carrying that extra weight any more; it had
>been hard to tell, the other day, concealed as she was in her
>raincoat. Her belly was as flat as a board, the waistline tight
>and tiny and neat...
> She hit the accelerator again, and I was thrown back into
>the deep leather seat.
> I should have been tired; but suddenly I realized that I
>wasn't; and my hands had stopped shaking. I felt safe in the
>protective custody of this strapping LadyCop, and my ardor--for
>things female and, ah, well-developed--was back...
> Besides, a rush of sexually-derived adrenaline and a short
>nap with Raye-Anne Hallison had made me feel alert and brand-new.
> And Maria seemed to be sending a not-so-subtle message to
>me. The tight stretch pants showed everything she had south of
>the waist; it was firm and lushly-rounded, and hugged the slit
>of her womanhood, revealing it's geography in full detail..
> She had gotten herself into really good condition lately. I
>remembered seeing the beginning of the now-hard little washboard
>on her stomach when she flashed me just a day ago, too; and
>hadn't I heard that she had forgone the donut shop on thirteenth
>street?
> When she first had burst into Raye-Anne's living room I had
>almost thought for a second that it was my hardbodied bosslady
>come to rescue her assistant, to be honest. But Sally had told
>me that Maria would be there, right?
> I shook my head again, to rid it of the cloudy cobwebs that
>any thought of Ursula could create in my mind...
> I realized that I had a small hangover as well; drinking
>champagne from the flesh of a skyscraper of a Flexing Female
>Bodybuilder could do that...
> It was not until later that I would find that Maria had
>volunteered for this job; her cop's credentials made it that much
>easier, she had told Ursula, and my hot-bodied bosslady had
>reluctantly agreed.
> For a second, I imagined a showdown between Raye-Anne and
>Ursula, fighting for possession of the naked guy at their feet.
> Muscle against muscle. And may the biggest girl win!
> I could see the powerful calves come to life, accentuated by
>the sharp, spiked heels that both women liked to wear, as they
>locked arm in arm, pushing at each other. Their shoulders would
>swell, hair flying around them; powerful punches delivered in
>response to bruising blows. All for the right of ownership of a
>one hundred and forty pound guy who was crazy about both of them.
> I couldn't lose, could I?
> That's what I thought...
>
> "Ahem," Maria said, pretending to clear her throat as she
>eyed my crotch. "Is that a gun in your bikini briefs or are you
>just happy to be alone with your ladycop?," she asked.
> Another erection! Small, form-fitting speedos were not
>designed for dirty daydreams...
> Even I was surprised...
>
> "Put the coat on," she suggested, although it was much more
>a command. I complied, and angled my way into the cavernous
>cowhide covering, feeling swallowed by it's sheer bulk and girth.
> She pulled in front of the battered office building that
>housed "Parkheart Investigations" after a few more minutes of
>quiet and efficient driving, suppressing a smile as she surveyed
>the sight of a small man in a very large coat...
> She flipped a stray blonde tress out of her eyes, turned to
>me and spoke...
> "You really know how to `put it on the line' for your job,
>JT," she said, referring to the soundless tableau she had
>witnessed through the glass doors...
> "I admire that."
> I blushed and shrugged.
> The ladycop continued.
> "I don't rightly know if I'll be able to sleep tonight,
>after seeing the sights I just saw. A girl has needs, JT, after
>all. You really have quite a cute little butt. And that
>throbbin' little lump between your legs looks positively delish,"
>she winked lasciviously, nodding southward on my torso.
> "Maybe you could arrange another showing for me some time,
>huh?," she asked coyly, batting her eyes theatrically for effect.
> Maria, after all this time, had taken matters into her own
>hands. In more ways than one, as I was about to find out...
> "Uh-huh," I stammered, "that is, ah, maybe, Maria."
>
> She smiled...
> "I'd offer to drive you home and let you get cleaned up and
>change, and maybe buy you a little breakfast, but your boss wants
>your cute little rump in her office ASAP. She's quite a lucky
>woman, havin' you around all day," she said, puckering her lips
>and blowing my a soft fluttering kiss full of mischief.
> We sat looking at each other for a long moment.
>
> "Can I give you the coat back later?," I asked.
> Her pale blue eyes danced with enjoyment.
> "You don't want any more horny lady cops following you down
>alleyways, do you? Sure, I'll come by for it later. Thought I'd
>head over to the gym after I get a bite..."
> There it was.
> "Oh," I said, "you joined Amazonia's?," I asked, my gaze
>going to her sizeable arms, newly-alive with smaller but proud
>replicas of my bosslady's own bulging 'n bursting biceps.
> "Uh-huh. Oh," she said, as though suddenly remembering
>something, "I forgot to tell you, JT. My old man and I are
>Splitsville. As of last night. I told him I wanted my walking
>papers..."
> I offered condolences--she waved them off.
> "Hell, I'm glad to be rid of the fat slob. Pain in the ass,"
>she declared, stretching her arms overhead.
> "He didn't want me getting involved in this. Just think,
>JT. If it were up to him, you'd be getting your tight little
>behind branded by that she-hulk right about now..."
> I told her I was glad she had differed with him, and thanked
>her again. Her face, hardened and thinned somewhat by her
>fitness regimen, took on a sly little grin.
> "You're really looking good, Maria," I offered, my
>insatiable appetite for flexing females creeping in...
> "Thanks. I have your boss to thank, you know. Me and Don
>double-dated with her and Steve a couple of times, you know. By
>the way---They're a cute couple. Don't you think so?"
> She knew I had a crush on my boss. I shrugged.
> She still didn't know...
> "Anyhow, she got me working out over across the street. I
>really needed it. My sister works out. Man, she's in some
>shape. Don't you think I really needed it?," she asked coyly,
>flexing her bicep. It really was a good size; she had the broad
>mesomorphic build that builds muscle fast. I reached for it, and
>patted the sinew with a friendly and light touch.
>I swallowed hard nevertheless.
> She looked good, alright. Contest-ready, hard; and full of
>female hormones ready to burst through her skin-tight top...
>
> "Actually, JT, I have a bit of a confession to make..."
>I was playing with the zipper of the heavy black leather coat and
>looking down, a bit uneasy...
> But I was listening very carefully.
> "A few months ago I asked your bosslady how a smitten woman
>could go about getting the attention of a certain very cute male
>secretary. And she told me."
> "JT, do we get along good together, or what?," she asked,
>exasperated; as though trying to solve a very old but very simple
>mystery whose answer had never been spoken aloud.
> "Sure we do, Maria, " I said, looking up to her from the
>silver zipper. "I like you very much..."
> She smiled as though she heard something she had been
>waiting to hear for along time..
>
> "I like you, too, JT. Very much," she confessed, smiling a
>relieved smile and leaning into me.
>"So much so, in fact, that when I asked that staggeringly
>muscular private detective what was the best way to make an
>inroad into the heart of her sexy little assistant, she told me;
>and offered to help get me on the way. That's why I'm starting to
>show."
> She laughed as she produced the new end-result of her time
>in the gym--a seventeen-inch arm...
> "Used to be that expression only counted if a gal was
>pregnant. Now it's for describing her progress with packing
>muscle on her frame; iron-pumping..."
> "Life in the nineties," I said, a bit uncomfortable but
>enjoying the sight; as attractive as she was, I had to see Ursula
>and get to the bottom of what took place between us yesterday...!
> Maria was grinning as though she had a secret about me.
> "You're a muscle-boy, huh? You dig those female
>bodybuilders I see on cable, right? That's what she told me..."
> Okay, so she was right. But what she should have said, I
>thought, was that I dug Ursula Parkheart, the Flexing Detective.
>
> She moved her eyes very slowly to her shoulder; she rolled
>the sleeve up; revealing the deltoid just coming into shape now,
>beneath her pale white flesh; it had a nice cap of muscle, and
>was defined; even a bit of vascularity was starting to show
>through her skin.
> "Whaddaya think, JT? That Raye-Anne's a smart woman in her
>own way. I can't compete with her--not yet anyway--but her advice
>was worthwhile," she nodded, sure of herself.
> "Wasn't it?," she asked, showing her muscles and looking
>coy; knowing it was sauce for this particular goose.
> "Uh-huh," I breathed, my mind gone skiing on her mountainous
>new developments...
> "I've been liftin' for a while," she admitted, proudly
>nodding at her now-thick arm. "Pretty good, huh? Course," she
>said slowly, as she slid over to me, "I'm no threat to that huge
>slab of woman you work for, either. But she's taken and I'm
>available. Go ahead and feel it, JT."
> I ran a hand across the warm hard flesh and swallowed hard.
> "So what do you say, Small, Shy 'N Sexy?," she asked with a
>seductive yet soft smile.
>
> "Oh, don't you know?," I interrupted her train of thought if
>not her speech as I sat swallowed up in the huge coat; Darla had
>to be one big woman, by the way...
> "Ursula's engagement is off...," I said, proudly.
> A little hopefulness must have crept into my voice; because
>the news had the opposite effect on Maria.
> "That so?," she asked, a bit crestfallen, biting down on her
>lip. "Really? Ursula didn't say anything about it," she said,
>disappointed. "How about that?," she shrugged, her ploy to
>capture me away from Ursula failing; as she looked away to mask
>her upsetment. She almost looked as if she was about to cry.
> I must admit that I took a guilty pride in that. Up until
>two days ago women pretended I didn't even exist, for the most
>part. Certainly this particular breed---statuesque, buffed-up and
>buxom---usually wouldn't even talk to me; they would just look
>down at me as though I was some kind of annoying gnat as they
>would strut past me in long sexy strides, to carry on with their
>lives full of wild sex and all-night parties...
>
> "She kept a secret real well," Maria said at last, turning
>to face me. "I thought she was hitting the sauce 'cause business
>was slow..."
> She nodded her head for just a moment, lost in thought as
>the disappointment settled in. And I was getting anxious to
>head back to my MuscleBossLady.
> We had things to discuss...
> And she had reason to be grateful to her worshipful and
>faithful assistant, didn't she?
> My hand went to the car-door latch. Maria looked straight
>ahead at the early morning sun as though working up the courage
>to make a confession.
>
> "You know what I want in life, JT?," she asked, swallowing
>noticeably and staring straight ahead through the windshield.
> She paused for a moment to watch a bird fly through the
>early-morning sky; it landed on the sidewalk and pecked at some
>morsel of food in the crack between the concrete.
> She swallowed hard again before saying it, the huge
>mammaries moving just a bit, with the concentrated effort; but
>she said it nevertheless...
> "I wanna get big."
>
> What?
> Suddenly, Ursula could wait just a minute or so, couldn't
>she?
>
> "H-huh?," I stammered, suddenly unsure of my hearing. She
>noticed the enthusiasm creeping into my voice, and she turned to
>me, pleased and excited that she had struck gold...
>
> "You heard me, Speedo-Boy. I'm getting into female
>bodybuilding--big time!," she exclaimed with the excited fervor
>of the true zealot. "I'm gonna hit Amazonia's every day. I
>wanna get big! I'm gonna get so fuckin' pumped 'n huge, you're
>gonna pop your penisload every time I walk by. How about that?"
>
> She flexed the bicep again, now; it grew, the muscle was
>hardening and peaking and perfumed and she made it dance just for
>me. I sniffed at the slab of flesh and smiled.
> I knew "Opium" when I smelled it.
> Next to Ursula, it was my favorite scent.
>
> "I'm gonna do whatever I have to do to get big, too. I want
>to pack on enough muscle on my big-girl frame to strike fear in
>the hearts of the scum out on the street, and who knows, maybe
>strike a little lust in the hearts of a few guys?," she purred
>hopefully, as she pulled back one half of the leather coat she
>had loaned me to wear...
> She looked me up and down for a moment, before reaching a
>hand inside. Her hand felt warm and good on my bare skin.
> "I don't know, what do you think, JT?," she asked, nodding
>down to the still-flexed arm as her fingernails went to work,
>gently teasing my stomach with lightly-drawn circles.
> "Think this arm would look prettier with some really big
>muscle decorating it? And maybe with the mouth of a hungry guy
>attached to it?," she added, boldly sure of herself now...
> I gulped. Her arm was already far larger than mine; and
>would, by year's end, be nearly twice it's size.
> Not that mine were very large; okay, they were a little
>scrawny, to be completely honest...
> "And these shoulders? How would they look if I hang big hot
>slabs of carved-up deltoid on 'em? Pretty hot, huh?," she
>pouted.
> A police car screamed down the early-morning street, it's
>siren wailing and disturbing the slumber of the still-sleeping
>populace. Neither one of us turned to look at it.
> We had our an emergency of our own, taking place in our
>briefs...
> "I think I'll look really hot when I'm all built up like
>your boss, JT. I'll strut around on my days off in tiny little
>off-the-shoulder mini-dresses and high, high, spiked heels. I'll
>go to the beach and get a rich deep tan, and work out at the
>oceanside gym where fellas can gawk at how big and hard I am, and
>dream of touching these big bad breasts I've been keeping under
>wraps for too long. I'm gonna put on twenty or thirty pounds
>worth of hot muscle, JT. I'm gonna be a full-blown lady
>bodybuilder; every square inch of this body's gonna be throbbing
>with it. It'll be a shame if I'm all by myself after all that
>hard work, huh?," she breathed, leaning into me.
> We kissed, just lightly; Maria pulled back as though she had
>rehearsed this whole exchange.
> "I'm gonna get huge," she bragged in a low and seductive
>voice, "huge and hot and hard. I'm gonna wear tiny little bikinis
>with just little itty bitty string running up my butt cheeks.
>Picture that, JT. These big tits will be the piece de
>resistance. Everybody's gonna want a piece of Maria then. I can
>guarantee that. I'll have muscle enough for two...," she
>suggested, fluttering her eyelashes at me once again, filling her
>glowing eyes with x-rated promises of wild, wanton nights.
> I hoped that she didn't own a fire-place...
>
> "Maybe I wouldn't be able to keep you happy," I offered.
>"I'm pretty slim, you know," I said, glancing down at my own
>unprepossessing physique, covered again by the spacious coat.
> "Don't you worry," she assured me, undeterred. "I'll be big
>enough for us both. And I don't want you covering that delicious
>little body of yours with anything--but me," she said, playfully
>threatening me by grabbing the wide collar of the leather coat...
> "Just keep that cute little pair of buns where I can see
>'em, and I'll be a happy and satisfied Amazon MuscleLady. And
>when somebody satisfies me and gives me what I want, I can show
>them how grateful I am, JT...," she whispered seductively,
>closing in for the kill...
> I don't know how long the kiss lasted. But I was almost
>sure that when our mouths finally left each other, the angle of
>the sun had changed. The windows, if it had been winter and they
>had been closed, would have long since fogged. I was glad there
>weren't any pedestrians out yet. Just one lone jogger peered
>into the Corvette as Maria and I engaged in our fevered embrace;
>she was small and thin and wore a grimace of strain as she ran.
>As she continued past us, she kept looking back over her slim
>shoulder, watching the two tentative lovers communicate. When
>she got to the corner, she jogged right into a car double-parked
>overnight, and her little frame spilled and sprawled over the
>trunk of the Chevy. I didn't look long enough to find out if she
>was hurt badly, but she was gone when I looked back a minute
>later. As for me, my hands were busy exploring Maria-ville,
>cupping the Ultra-Vixen breasts, squeezing them lightly,
>delighting in the comfortable, lush body of Ladycop Maria.
> She wanted to show me something now, and she did. After
>all, she had taken command of this unexpected interlude already,
>right? Besides, she had just saved my epidermis, and quite
>possibly more than that--so watching was the least I could do...
> Boldly, not caring a damn who saw her, she crossed her
>forearms in her lap, and with a quick and confident tug, pulled
>the so-tight little black top up her body and over her head. The
>perfect fleshy globes spilled out, and bounced once or twice on
>her chest, before returning to their place, in perfection, upon
>her pectorals.
> Wow!
> Maria was topless and tensing her pectorals; the luscious
>candy-store delights--huge glands that would give a siloconed
>stripper an inferiority complex--rose and fall alternately, in an
>invitingly lewd come-on of dancing breastmeat. Long ripe nipples
>stood at attention, pointed and ready to tickle my tongue...
> There was no sign that the skin of this luscious lady-flesh
>had ever seen the sun; she was milky-white as an English maiden,
>despite her Mediterranean background. There was no tan-line at
>all, no trace of her ever having spent an afternoon at the
>seaside. Perhaps that was why, despite her late-thirty-ish age,
>there was not a wrinkle to be seen on her almost-poreless face...
> Upon the bright upholstery of the car, her ice-queen
>coloring stood out all the more. With her blond hair, she looked
>every bit the Nordic Valkyrie, right down to the beautifully-
>sculpted physique...
>
> She leaned over to me, pinning me down on the seat with as
>little effort as it might take to knock over a flower. I was
>wrapped in the grip of this neophyte Amazon Bodybuilder, and she
>pressed down upon me again as we lay stretched out in the narrow
>front seat. Her hair fell forwards over her face, but the crystal
>blue orbs shown through. In the soft light, I could see small
>violet flecks in them...
> "What do you think of this, JT?," she challenged, proud of
>her power. "You're mine now, and you can't get up unless I decide
>to let you get up. You're MY little slave now. I could arrest
>you, and take you back to my place..."
> "That isn't what a policewoman is supposed to do, is it?," I
>asked, coyly. "Couldn't you get into trouble taking the law into
>your own hands?"
> "S'matter, JT, you never heard of a house arrest?," she
>asked, the promise of potent sexuality in her soft voice.
> Her hands roamed my body freely, as though she owned it;
>exploring where she would, reaching inside the coat to pinch a
>nipple, or under it, to kiss a navel, and make herself
>comfortable with my body, and the use thereof...
> Finally, she removed my sneakers with two quick pulls.
> "I like my lovers barefoot and pregnant," she teased,
>tossing the footwear to the floor of the car...
>
> Her big bare buxxies fell about either side of my face. I
>found a warm inviting nipple; fully erect it was as big as my
>pinky, and I tasted and suckled, even as my tireless hands felt
>the new-found muscles in her arms.
> "Huh," she suggested, her hand digging under the waistband
>of the briefs, "this feels nice," she asserted, squeezing my
>penis and claiming it, too, as hers'; like a toy she'd won in a
>raffle.
> "I kinda have to be honest with you, JT. When I saw you all
>butt-naked with that big woman back there, I really liked what I
>was seeing," she intoned, musically. "I'd like to run a little
>rough-shod over you, too, just like that big lady-lifter back
>there..."" she suggested, pulling my penis to freedom from under
>the confines of the swimsuit even as I kept contendedly sucking
>at her breast like a hungry new-born. She looked down to my
>erection in mock-surprise, as if she didn't know what would
>emerge when she pulled it from the sweaty interior beneath the
>bikini-briefs.
> It pulsed in her hand like a tamed pet, ready to be taken
>for a walk; and drooled lightly at the prospect...
>
> As she hovered over me on all fours, she yanked the trunks
>back, down my hips, as though she was peeling a banana; never
>bothering to ask permission. Why should she? Just like Raye-
>Anne before her, Maria wore the muscle in this car. If she
>wanted me naked, so I would be---all I wore was the big leather
>jacket, so large for me that I fairly floated inside it. She
>unzipped it all the way, and ran her hands across my exposed
>and slender chest, getting ready to ravage me in the cramped
>compartment of the little deuce coupe...
> All the while, she kept my face smothered in many pounds of
>creamy lady-pillow breasts that smelled of sweet exotic perfume;
>the scent filled the car's small interior, and added to the
>atmosphere of naughty sex, hanging in the air, and about to
>happen...
> The delectable sacks of breastmeat all but blocked my
>vision--a lovely short-term blindness that filled my nostrils
>with her aprhodisia.
> "Gee, JT, " I heard her say, as I felt her manicured-hand
>pass over my clean-shaven genitals, "haven't you sprouted pubes
>yet? There isn't a whisp of hair on your balls!," she teased,
>delighted at the razored sight I produced for her twinkling eyes.
> I didn't know if she was just being coy; but my bosslady had
>probably told her what I had been forced to do, for the sake of
>the case. And I knew that they had probably laughed about it,
>too, as pumped-up women of the world would. The thought of a man
>nervously shaving his lower-hemisphere to catch the attention of
>a hugely-flexing female as she lay poolside would be the stuff of
>coffee-klatch conferences for years, as they sat with the other
>girls after they had finished their workouts for the day, and
>shared the gossip of their large and lust-ridden lives.
>
> My exposed scrotum roiled and tightened as her fingernails
>touched it lightly, playfully. She pulled her breast from my
>mouth now, and lowered her face down onto mine as she began
>tugging with smooth, long pulls of her hand on my dripping
>penis-shaft, brought back to life with aplomb by big boobs and
>hot ladymuscle.
> And her mouth went down hard upon me in another long and
>lingering kiss. Her tongue was a fine replacement for the huge
>nipple I had so enjoyed suckling upon, and I wrapped my arms
>around the broad back of the gloriously half-naked Lady With A
>Badge, and succumbed to her power...
>
>
> "C'mon, JT," the Pumped-Up Public Protector urged me
>minutes later, her muscles long-since in charge and churning as
>she worked on me, all the while kneeling on the narrow seat,
>perched right between my trembling knees.
> "Show Big Maria your cum, my little loverboy...", the
>broad-shouldered hussy encouraged, tossing back her short blonde
>hair with a snap of her strong neck; the muscles in her
>athletically-large arms coming into play as they went about their
>dominant business.
>
> I secretly feared that the rough-and-ready demands of my
>other blonde behemoth had drained me of any real ability to
>respond, and that I would disappoint this sweet-natured, iron-
>pumping Dame Errant who had rescued me from the hands of a
>branding-iron wielding succubus. Would I fall limp now, despite
>her impressive displays of bold body and piston-bearing hand?
>
> The seats were pushed back as far as they would go; but we
>still were forced to make the most of the limited confines of the
>car-seat. But what the heck?---it suited us just fine; most of
>the available air-space of the compact car was taken up by
>Officer Maria's big bod; muscles and mammaries needed lots of
>breathing room! I would gladly take whatever little room was
>left, and consider myself lucky to be here!
> She continued to slide her spit-filled hand up and down my
>engorged shaft, heating it with the blurring, fast-paced friction
>of her determined hand...
> Sure, it was worn down from Ms. Hallison's Cowgirl Round-Up,
>but was nevertheless desperate to please this bold-mannered
>Breck Girl as she pumped my pecker with an expert hand.
> My testicles continued to be teased by the long fingernails
>of her free hand; tickles and soft pinches speed-loading my
>retros, readying the white launching that she had called for, and
>wanted to see, as flashes of submissive pleasure shot through my
>body, preparing to surrender and sign-off..
> I was starting to get used to this bold, strip-'em-and-fuck-
>'em attitude on the part of these flexing females. There was
>nothing ambivalent or vague about their dealings with men. They
>were bold and up-front all the way, and dared you to step out of
>line! And if you did, there was a stern lesson to be
>administered, as iron-trained ladybiceps took their toll upon
>you; and after, a pair of high-heeled spikes that needed your
>tending, while she went out and found someone who knew their
>rightful place!
> That, quite simply, was the way it was; they were pumped and
>proprietary, and took things into their own hands...
> Literally!
>
> Her big milky jugs shook with their mistress' effort to
>relieve the small dazed guy beneath her of his semen-satchel; the
>fleshy church-bell breasts rang out with little slaps as they
>rocked against her chest; flip-flopping in time to the
>unconscious back-and-forth movements she made as she knelt above
>me.
> The sun crept out from behind a building in the distance; it
>sent a fresh shaft of light into the driver's compartment,
>bathing us in the early morning fuzziness of it's warmth. I felt
>it soothe my scrotum, even as her fingers tentatively explored my
>still-tender, still-buttered orifice, exposed by my splayed-wide
>legs. I was glad that she made no mention of the tell-tale
>remnants of the Blue-Bonnet Spread that no doubt remained there,
>even now; in quiet testimony to my dancing-puppet tortures upon
>the knee-cap of a cruel but irresistibly beautiful woman who
>went by the name of Raye-Raye Hallison.
> For just a moment, I wondered if that Baroness of Biceps
>had noticed anything missing from her home as yet.
> It was a good guess...
>
> "Make my big ladymuscles happy, JT," Maria soothed,
>twitching a big bicep that obediently throbbed to life, as though
>it had somehow been hooked up to her heartbeat. She began
>lowering herself down so that her mouth was just inches from my
>erection; never missing a slippery up-and-down piston-stroke all
>the while.
> A rumbling began...
> "Make these big tits happy," she nodded to the vibrating
>pale-white mammaries as they shook with her back-and-forth
>efforts.
> An explosion was imminent...
> "Make me happy," she encouraged, speaking right at the
>tightly-contracted testes; the words hinting ever-so-slightly
>that it was something more than merely an invitation; it was
>really a command made by a firm voice and a steadily-pumping
>hand, up and down movements matching the rhythm of her swaying
>breasts...
> An orgasm was hovering, just on the brink; made-to-order
>by the naughty-minded blonde who was demanding I show it to her,
>hand it over, surrender it all to her, just because, on a
>musclewoman's whim, she thought it might be fun to make me shoot
>cum all over the car-seat...
> And I obeyed, right on schedule.
> The semen boiled in my balls, and shot up from my privates
>with surprising force, and, I almost thought, a hiss of kettled-
>steam; the coiled inner muscle was lax and loose as it was bathed
>in the warm rays and the passionate attention, and answered the
>blonde's order with such voracity and enthusiasm that it seemed
>as though she was communicating directly with it, and had
>bypassed it's owner altogether. My body twitched and spasmed,
>involuntarily; limps without coherence, and I was lost in a
>frenzy of sexual release that ran over me like warm waves.
> What must have been half-a-pint of hot ejaculate began to
>shoot up into the air, but very little of it ever came down...
> With the speed of a mongoose, the thirsty ladycop swooped
>her large and suddenly wide-open mouth down to it's vicinity,
>and caught the first pearly glob in mid-air. She tasted it for
>just a second--like a cum-loving connisseur trying to guess what
>I had for dinner, just by it's flavor--before giving it a passing
>grade, swallowing it whole and sending it down to her waiting
>stomach, smiling with wicked womanly satisfaction as she dove
>down for yet another taste.
> With each subsequent emission of my privates, that
>delightfully-dirty mouth was at the ready, bee-stung lips parted
>wide, her Patriot Missile of a tongue intercepting the white
>scud-shots as they flew; slurping and licking and catching the
>opaque little streams that ebbed and dripped from the cyclopic
>eye. They ran down the length of the veined shaft, as it lay,
>exhausted now, and shining-wet, in her hand.
> She held it casually, like an old and friendly and
>unremarkable possession that she had made perform to her
>satisfaction.
>
> Presently, my pearly emissions painted her face with a small
>goatee that dripped and ran down her chin; it made her look like
>a clean-cut porn queen fresh from shooting. A sizable drop hung
>suspended there; her long and agile pink tongue caught most of
>it, clearing a horizontal path on her fair skin. And she smiled,
>proud to be wearing my semen on her face, and licking it like so
>much ice cream...
> She sat over me, in triumph, smiling amidst her fresh-grown,
>glorious sinew that played in her arms and shoulders, with each
>x-rated little movement. There was, too, a tiny pool of my
>liquid pleasure beginning to run down her mammoth breasts; my
>salty salute to Bodybuilding LadyCops everywhere. Having escaped
>her attention--and the cat-like tongue-bath she had administered
>upon her face--it collected around a nipple, and fell downwards,
>like a lonely tear. She caught it in her palm, raised it to her
>mouth, and made it disappear.
> "Thanks," she said, joking, as she wiped the last remnants
>off her face with a tissue.
> "I been up all night and I was positively famished. And
>besides," she added, "I need all the protein I can get nowadays.
>Maybe we can make this a regular thing after I work out," she
>leered, flexing the marvelous little mountain on her arm, and
>running her tongue on her salt-stained lips before heading back
>down to tend the leaking rod.
> "A mouthful of your sweet cum will help my muscles grow
>bigger and harder for you, my little Semen-Shooter," she
>remarked, speaking directly into my penis-head as though it was a
>microphone, her warm breath soothing it's rubbed-rawness as it
>pulsed like a wounded heart in her hand. Her mouth was
>amazingly, almost obscenely large when she opened it wide; and
>her eyes rolled up in her head like a predatory shark as it
>engulfed the frightened flesh-minnow. She then inhaled it into
>the back of her wet and hungry mouth, jamming it deeply down her
>skilled throat.
> I wondered where she'd learned such things...!
>
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