by Paul Smith

Six women who can do more than merely 'pump' iron.

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WARNING: only suitable for those over 21 years of age.

Five well-developed ladies are pumping iron in a beach gym. They are wearing a variety of skimpy beachwear. Catherine Flesh is using the chest press, the powerful motion of her arms making her tight bikini top rub against her excited nipples, making her occasionally shiver orgasmically. As she does so, her muscular buttocks squeese together making the leather padding whine and squeak as it is stretched by their powerful motion. She is lifting the entire stack of weights without the slightest hint of effort. As she pulls her arms back, her chest swells up towards her neck, almost making her clothing explode.

Paula Cleave was doing press-ups, but was unable to get her chin to touch the floor, not because she lacked the physical strength, but because her tits were simply too large. They were at least as large as beach balls and they easily supported her entire weight when she took her arms away. In fact, they did this so successfully that she had difficulty getting her arms to touch the ground at all. As a dribble of sweat cascaded between the deep chasm that is Paula's cleavage, her pert nipples poked two large lumps in her skimpy two-piece swimsuit almost slicing right through it. Eventually, Paula gave up trying to improve her already gorgeous physique and stood erect, making her chest seem to double in size. She sidled over to a corner and slipped a hand under her clothing. She began to caress her impressive bosoms, cupping them in her hands and squeesing them rythmically.

Meanwhile, Sharon Buns was doing chin-ups, easily lifting her muscle-packed body up against the steel bar that she hung from. She had had to have the bar especially reinforced to allow her to use even a small part of her incredible strength. She lowered herself to the ground and reached for one of the metal posts that surrounded the gym. She gripped it firmly and, with amazing ease, tore it from its foundations. Just by looking at her, it was clear that she was getting off on using her strength. Her breasts swelled exciteably as she using the thick iron rod to tie the heaviest set of barbells onto her muscular legs. After she had finished mangling the pole like it were moist putty, she jumped up and grasped the chin-up bar. Then, she calmly did several hundred chin-ups, easily supporting her entire bodyweight and the heavy dumbells using just one hand.

Anthea Flex was using the second heaviest dumbell. However, she was not using it as it was intended - it was supposed to be lifted with both hands, using the entire body to lever it into the air (and only then with the greatest of difficulty). Instead of this, Anthea was doing alternating bicep curls with it, making it look incredibly light. As she did so, the sunlight highlighted her well-muscled body, reflecting off her bulging biceps as they powered the lead weights up and down. As always, Anthea was delibrately posing, trying to show off her gorgeous body as best she could - and she's doing a pretty good job of it too!

Annabel Rippov, however, was doing aerobics. That was not to say that she wasn't capable of weight-lifting - looking at her body it is clear that she was more than capable of doing such pathetic feats of strength. The real reason that she did aerobics was much more to do with her desire to be the centre of attention, and to show off her body. And boy, was it a body worth showing off! As she bounced up and down, her sizeable breasts did the same, only slightly out of sync, having the effect of allowing every contour of her shapely bust to be clearly seen, bulging out from beneath her yellow bikini. A crowd had gathered to watch this woman perform. She stopped bouncing, and stood still for several seconds to allow her boobs to stop bouncing as well. Then, she reached for the strap that ran over her broad, muscular shoulders, holding up one side of her bikini top. She slid this off her shoulder. Then, she used it to slowly peel the fabric from one of her breasts, revealing its perfect shape in its entirety. It hung from her body like a steel ball, covered in silk. She ran her fingers through her short, black hair and let the other strap slip off her shoulder-blade. The bikini top flutter to the floor. Allowing most of Annabel's perfect figure to be viewed by all and sundry. As it had fallen earthward, Miss Rippov had rubbed her hands up her body, over her muscle-packed stomach, and caressed her fantastic bust, which swelled visibly at her touch.

It was at this moment that Natalie Kervs emerged from the sea. As the water drained from her completely naked physique, she swished her long, brown hair so that it rested against her muscular back. As she did so, passers-by stopped in their tracks, partially in fear of what this powerhouse might do to them if they crossed her path, and secondly because they wanted to stare at the smooth curves of her erotic body as she stepped from the clear blue sea. As she surveyed all before her, Natalie spied a man walking along the road at the end of the beach. Immediately, she wanted to make love to him. Without further ado, she strode unstoppably towards him, brushing aside anything that got in her way - anything from people to enormous boulders got thrown aside like they weighed nothing.

The five muscle-babes in the beach gym looked down the beach, to see what all the noise was about. They saw Natalie's shapely figure striding up the beach, and they followed her obsessive gaze. They liked what they saw. They, too, headed for this one man with just one though on their minds: "SEX!"

Just before Annabel left the gym, she slipped into a shirt - the buttons stretched to breaking point across her impressive chest. As Sharon approached the railings that lined the beach, she tore through them with clear pleasure, ripping them to shreds with incredible ease. Jon looks around and sees the six beautiful muscle girls closing in on him, and his casual walk turns into a more urgent stride.

Soon, he is at his car. Unlocking the door, he jumps in. Before he can start the engine, the ladies have caught up with him. He notices that one of them is completely starkers, and is impressed by her powerful physique. A long, black haired woman steps out from the crowd and stands in front of the car. She is wearing a sweat-stained shirt, which is hugging her fine figure extremely tightly. Then, she lowers her head and erotically stares Jon in the eye. As she does so, her already massive tits begin to inflate like balloons and, one by one, the buttons on her shirt pop off, pinging loudly as they ricochet off the car's bodywork. Soon, all the buttons have gone and the shirt rests on her gigantic boobs for a moment, before fluttering down on to the pavement. Jon stares in rapt admiration at her breathtaking body. Her nipples poke forwards like two flagpoles, longing to be caressed by a loving hand. Jon start's the engine, readying himself for a quick getaway - they could be just trying to distract him. The woman continues unabated and begins to peel off her bikini bottoms, rolling the sodden fabric down her long, muscular legs until it rests against the ground. Then, she kicks it aside and spreads her legs, allowing Jon to examine her body in all its glory. To say the least, it is an impressive sight, especially when presented in such an erotic way. After standing there for some minutes, she strides off the tarmac, swinging her bum back and forth sensually.

'If they're going to strike,' thinks Jon, 'they're going to do it now.'

It was at this moment that Paula Cleave chose to leap onto the cars bonnet. A piece of bad timing if there ever was one. Jon panicked and accelerated as fast as he could. Which wasn't very fast, since Sharon had grabbed the back of the car so tightly that the metal had buckled in her grip. The car strained to get away, but Sharon didn't have to strain at all to stop it from doing so. In fact, she had difficulty in not lifting the vehicle clean off the ground by mistake. As the tyre span uselessly on the tarmac, Paula clambered up the bonnet until her mighty pelvis was pressed against the windscreen. She spread her muscular legs and wrapped them around the front of the car. It was at this moment that Jon noticed the true enormity of her chest. It was even larger than any of the other ladies' - that was not to say that the other women had small tits - it was to say that this woman's were truly world beating in size. Her clothing was tight across them. Next, Paula stared deep into Jon's eyes as, slowly but surely, her already huge bust began to inflate still further. Jon saw several thin rips appear in her swimsuit, making a loud tearing noise as they did so. The fabric seemed to rip in bursts until, eventually, the last strand that covered her incredible breasts was torn, and the two halves flutter to the ground. Paula stared down and Jon through her fantastic cleavage, and Jon noticed that her boobs had still not stopped growing. Soon, her nipples were touching the window. As both her breasts pressed against the glass, several crack shot along the material. Jon also noticed that her bust was pressing into the roof of the car, buckling it backwards. Paula's breasts hung from her gorgeous figure like two floating globes. Suddenly, the windscreen exploded inwards as Miss Cleave's swollen assets powered their way through the glass. The metal roof was pealed off almost casually by her breasts incredible growth. It buckled like paper, creaking loudly as it was distorted by forces beyond imagination. Jon's heart raced as he stared intently at her massive tits.

Soon, Jon found that Paula's boobs had swollen so much that he could not focus on them and Miss Cleave at the same time, such was their size. Eventually, Paula's bust had reached maximum size. Jon turned off the engine and chewed on one of Paula's erect nipples (he did not need to lean forward much, since her breasts were now floating in front of his face). As the engine ground to a halt, Sharon released her grip on the back of the vehicle, revealing the deep imprint her firm grip had created in the solid metal. As Jon chewed, he noticed that Paula was beginning to shake compulsively, rocking the car back and forth violently. There was the sound of buckling metal as Miss Cleave's thighs pulled her legs together compulsively. In her excitement, she was crushing her front of the car like play-doe, using her amazing body to squeese the metalwork with such force that it crinkled like paper. And she didn't even notice. Eventually, her excitement died down and she released the car from her iron grip. She gently withdrew her sweating bosum from inside Jon's (now useless) car, and returned to the pavement.

It was at this moment that Anthea Flex leapt athletically onto the bonnet, and sat down, her hard buns denting the steel accidentally. Then, she began to pose, tensing each of her muscles in turn, making them bulge out from her shapely figure for some seconds. Occasionally, she would allow Jon to touch one of her muscles, and let him feel it swell and contract as she pumped it rythmically. Her biceps were particularly impressive, defining themselves to an incredible degree, becoming unbelievably hard at Miss Flex's command. After this display of her swollen muscles, Anthea grasped her bikini top and literally ripped it off. As her breasts were revealed to Jon for the first time, he had to say that he was impressed. They were plenty large enough to put an end to any doubts about this woman not being femine due to overly large muscles. However, no one would say that they equalled Paula's - but they were still larger than any tits a "normal" woman could have had - they would have collapsed from the unbelievable weight. On the other hand, all of the women had equally vast breasts, complimenting their fantastic bodies' perfectly. However, Jon found the combination of enormous breasts and erotic muscle flexing particularly appealing and starred open-mouthed at Anthea as she posed once more, this time topless. She turned her backside to Jon (which was impressively well-developed, to say the least), and tensed all the muscles in it. Her steely buttocks clenched together with incredible force and the lower part of her fluorescent bikini was shredded instantly. As the ripped fabric fell to the ground, Jon focussed on Miss Flex's deep, hairy vagina as she turned to face him, now completely nude. Satisfied that she had done her bit, Anthea rejoined the other ladies' on the pavement.

Natalie leapt up onto what remained of the car bonnet and draped herself across it face down, stopping Jon from viewing the full glory of her amazing body. Then, she began to crawl, cat-like, up the bodywork. As she did so, her hard nipples scraped along the bonnet, slicing through the metal like it were butter. Her nipples cut the thick metal with ease, making it crease and crinkle in front of her. Soon, she is lying in front of Jon, her breasts lifting her upper body upwards. She looks up and Jon and, as she does so she becomes very excited. Her boobs begin to swell, and Jon can hear the steel buckling as the muscle-woman's breasts force their shapely contours into the material. Eventually, Natalie stands up, her muscular legs spread slightly, allowing Jon to see the damage her nipples have done. The bonnet has two sharp-edged slits running up it, each culminating at a deep, spherical hole in the thick metal. As she drew herself up to her full height, Jon looked at her body. It was gorgeous - evenly tanned, muscular, voluptous. However, what made her stand out from the crowd was her long, black hair (oh yes, and the fact that she went everywhere completely nude). She had appeared in a great deal of porno movies, and had entered (and won) Miss Nude World several times. Her "pole-dancing" routine had been particularly successful. It involved clenching a steel pole between her legs so tightly, that she could easily support her entire bodyweight, allowing her to appear to levitate. The biggest problem she had had to overcome when practising was to be careful not crush the pole accidentally. In the final part of her act, she would stand and rest her glorious backside against the steel rod. Then, slowly and very erotically, she would tighten her buns, clenching them together with such raw power that the metal pole was crushed instantly. After that, she would take a bow, "accidentally" tearing the rod clean in half. That bit always pleased the crowd.

The suspension bounced for several moment as Natalie jumped off the shredded bonnet and rejoined her female companions. Next to approach Jon was Sharon Buns, who had shoulder length white hair, with only a slight tan. The first thing she did upon reaching the car was to grasp the remains of the bonnet, and dig her fingers deep into the metal. Then, she pulled the front of the car apart, her powerful muscles ripping through the thick metal like paper. This action caused her breasts to rise up towards her neck, making them tear through her t-shirt like it were not there. As the two halves flutter earthward, her fantastic chest was revealed to Jon. Needless to say, each of her tits were large and perfectly formed, bulging forwards like two footballs, bouncing erotically as she stood erect.

Sharon winked at Jon before leaned forwards and peeling the roof off so casually that the steel looked like paper as it crinkled and ripped at her touch. She threw the twisted metal aside casually, as though it weighed nothing at all. Then, she turned her attention to the truck that was parked in front of Jon's car. She stood beside the vehicle and, staring Jon deep in the eyes, rammed her pelvis into the side of the object. Her vagina slammed against the metal, leaving it with a considerable dent and rocking the truck sideways, completely lifting one set of wheels from the ground. As the truck swang back, Miss Buns drew her pelvis back for another bash. As the wheels touched the ground again, Sharon's exposed cunt smashed into the vehicle once more, denting it even more. The truck rocked further this time. As it teetered on the brink of toppling over, Sharon walked forwards and used her ample bust to push it that little bit further, so that it crashed onto its side.

Next, Miss Buns walked up to the back of the upturned vehicle, and grasped it exhaust pipe firmly. Then, she pulled it off, tearing it from the bottom of the truck like it where string. After this, Sharon turned to face Jon and, still standing, spread her legs a little, bringing his attention to her furry cunt. Next, she slipped the metal pipe inside her, ramming the pole in so far that it buckled and twisted as more and more iron was forced in. Then, still smiling, Sharon clenched her vaginal muscles powerfully. So forcefully, in fact, that the metal was crushed as she exerted her strength. Then, she relaxed her body, and the wirey metal was allowed to slide out and onto the tarmac.

'Clearly," observes Jon, 'This woman likes using her strength.'

As if to confirm this, Sharon draws herself up to her full, impressive height, and lifts one of her muscle-bound arms until it is pressed flat against one of the sides of the overturned truck. Then, she proceeds to force her hand downwards - her biceps bulging impressively as the steel starts to crinkle, creasing like foil at her overpowering touch. The metal buckles loudly, moaning loudly as it is distorted by Sharon's incredible physique. The truck's windows blow out and the dashboard snaps violently, but Miss Buns continues unabated. Soon, the vehicle has been crushed to half size where Sharon has applied her undoubted strength but she continues to press downwards. Eventually, the truck is but a thin smear of metal between Miss Buns hand and the tarmac, and she lifts this up and casually throws it aside with amazing ease.

Now that her show is done, Sharon Buns steps aside, allowing the only woman who has not yet performed - Catherine Flesh.

'What,' wonders Jon, 'will be her speciality?'

Catherine swishes her long blonde hair over her broad, muscular shoulders and looks at Jon erotically. Then, she strides over, her incredibly tight clothing creaking and whining as her sensuous flesh rubs against it. Still staring at Jon, she rips off her clothing matter-of-factly. She purposefully marches up to Jon, reaches for the dashboard that seperates them and rips it apart without the slightest hint of any difficulty. Then, she grasps his jeans any tears them clean in half. Throwing the ripped fabric aside, Miss Flesh slides her moist vagina over Jon erect penis. She sucks her breath in sharply as his dick rubs against her sensitive cliterus. This has the side effect of making her already massive boobs swell, pressing them into Jon's face. He licks them contentedly. He can feel her body all around him - her cunt envelops his penis, her muscular arms squeese his chest and her swollen breasts clench together around his face. He can also feel the hard contours of her muscular back as he caresses them with his eager fingertips, and he can feel her firm buttocks as they press against his legs.

Then, Catherine begins to heave her wide hips back and forth over Jon swelling rod. Soon, they are both shivering in ecstacy, as the moment of orgasm approaches. Suddenly, Miss Flesh climaxes. Her body shakes violently, making her fantastic tits wobble around like jelly on a plate. She rams a fist downwards, embedding it deep into the car's chassis, tearing through the metal like it were not there. Her buns tighten, becoming incredibly hard almost instantly, causing her to lift upwards, rubbing her breasts over Jon's skin. He joins her in climax, and bites hard into the flesh he is currently chewing. Of course, this doesn't hurt Catherine one bit. Eventually, their orgasms come to an end, and Catherine stands up. She scoops Jon up in her capable arms, and lifts Jon of the ground like a rag doll. He can feel her hard biceps pressing against his back as her nude physique carries him from the wreckage.

As she marches forwards, Anthea Flex strides forwards in front of the pair, allowing Jon a clear view of her pulsating buttock cleavage. Further down the street a muscle man looked at her and flexed his biceps. Anthea took great pleasure in doing the same. Hers were far bigger. Soon, the man was close enough to attempt to grope Miss Flex. - always a mistake; if Anthea wants you that badly, you got MUCH clearer signs that a bit of posing. Anthea grabbed the offending hand and peeled it from her naked breast. Then, she used it to throw him aside, the muscular contours on her back bulging as they were put to use.

In the mean time, Natalie had approached a street lamp and shouts to Jon, telling him to watch her. He gladly does so. She lies face down, pressing her ample boobs against the pavement and wraps her legs around the pole, clenching it tightly with her strong thighs. Then, she lifts her chest from the ground, supported only by the incredibly firm grip her legs have on the cold steel pole pressed up against her cunt. She is performing her "pole-dancing" routine, just for Jon. Her swollen breasts hang from her slender physique like two watermelons, bouncing like jelly as she rubs them with her sweating, muscular arms. As she does this, her butt cheeks slowly tighten, until they have become amazingly hard, the thick steel pole crumples with no apparent resistance. Eventually, she slides her pelvis from the rod, and stands erect, revealing that her vagina has left a smear of gooey cum along one side of the streetlamp. Finally, she reaches up as high as she can (making her impressive bust stretch up towards her neck) and grabs the top of the pole. Then, she grasps the other end with her remaining hand and, slowly but surely, twists the metal round in a loop. As she does so, the material creaks and moans loudly as it stretches and buckles at her every whim. Soon, the top of the lamp post is touching the ground, meaning that an entire solid steel pole has been bent round into a "U" shape by the superby muscular mega-babe in front of you. Seeing how impressed you are, she strikes a pose and flexes her biceps a little.

At this point, Paula Cleave attract Jon's attention. She turns to face a piece of corrigated iron, standing about two feet away from it, so that her breasts only just touch it. Then, she begins to shuffle forwards. There is the sound of buckling metal as her sizeable bust forces its imprint into the iron. On the other side of the fence a perfect recreation of the shapely contours of her boobs begin to bulge out from the metal. The metal creaks loudly as it is stretched by the fabulous spheres that swell forward from Paula's chest. Eventually, her breasts have formed a detailed impression in the metal, correct in every detail. As she withdraws her bust from the wall, Jon is able to view this imprint clearly for the first time. The iron has become smooth where it has been mangled by her firm breasts. The indents are very deep, and about two foot in diameter - exactly the same proportions as Miss Cleave's wonderful bust.

At this moment, Sharon attracts Jon's attention. She proceeds to, in one swift motion, force her palm down against a metal dustbin. In a matter of seconds, the bin in just a crumple heap of scrap metal on the pavement. She didn't even try to make it look difficult. Then, she rested her hand on the roof of a car and, with equal ease, pushed downwards with such force that the steel roof caved in, crinkling like paper, and was pressed into the cars chassis. Sharon's powerful motion didn't stop there - she proceeded to ram her hand through the chassis, until it was pressed up against the tarmac. She had done this amazing feat of strength with unbelievable ease, like the car had been made of putty, not solid steel (not that Miss Buns could have told the difference if she had to go by touch alone).

Annabel Rippov whistles, and Jon turns his head. Her voluptous figure is standing by some swings. She grasps these and tears them down, snapping the steel chains that supported them like plasticine. Throwing them aside, Miss Rippov reaches up, grabs the bar that had supported the seats with one hand, and lifts herself from the ground. Then, she manoeuveurs herself so that she is hanging upside down, using her thick, muscular legs to hook onto the metal pole. As she hangs there, Jon examines her inverted body. First, he observes her breasts; they are large and, since they are so firm and tight normally, they seem to be only slightly subject to gravity. The muscles on her stomach are stretches out as she arches her back erotically, and her furry cunt is moist with love juices. It steams slightly, the hot ooze inside evaporating as she grows steadily more excited by looking at Jon. Next, Annabel spreads her legs and then curls her legs with such force that nothing could pull the rod from her firm grip. Then, she pulls her thighs together again, making her muscular buttocks swell as she exerts her strength. The metal between her legs twists easily, bending upwards as it is distorted by her fantastic strength. The support struts that hold up the beam on either side bend inwards, and some of the bolts on the far side stretch and snap off. Eventually, the metal snaps and the rod that Miss Rippov had been hanging from begins to fall. Then, with grace and elegance, she flips round and delicately lands on her feet. She takes a bow and rejoins the other mega-muscular sex-kittens.

At this point, the group arrive at their destination - a disused railway station. Catherine continues to cradle Jon in her well-developed arms, allowing him to chew on her sensitive breasts. Sharon strides over to a massive bridge that spans the tracks. The bridge is a fantastic piece of ironwork; thousands of thick metal pole criss-crossing to form an intricate pattern, all of which dedicated to just one think - surviving any force imaginable. However, Sharon's strength was beyond imagination, she was far more powerful than anything the bridge had ever encountered. She reaches forwards, bending her torso a little, allowing her vast breasts to bounce freely. She grasps a thick metal strut. Her fingers gouge deep rips in the iron, mangling it like putty. Then, with the upmost ease, she wrenches the massive pole from its fixings, snapping through several thick steel bolts as if they were not there.

She waves the immense pole about as if it is as light as a feather, even though it dwarfs her in size. Then, she grasps the thick rod and wrings it like a cloth, twisting the metal with incredible ease. As it whines, the iron begins to rip in the centre. Suddenly, there is a loud 'twang' and the steel is split in two. Miss Buns discards the mangled pole, throwing it aside like it is made of polystyrene. As it smashes into the pavement, shattering it into several large chunks of concrete as it does so, any ideas of this actually being the case are quickly corrected.

After this 'warm-up', Sharon crouches on her haunches (emphasising her massive bum) and rams her fingertips underneath the main support. Then, she slowly stands erect. As she draws herself up to her full height, there is the sound of metal stretching and tearing like paper as one side of the bridge is ripped from its fixings. Soon, Miss Buns is holding the entire bridge above her head. Her swollen breasts stretch up towards her neck, as she raises her arms higher, breaking through the remaining struts with ease. Sweat runs down her smooth skin, cascading down her muscles and dripping onto the ground. Her body bulges as she levers the far side of the bridge upwards using just her fingertips. She grits her teeth as, one by one, the thick metal poles begin to stretch and snap on the opposite side of the track. Her muscles become incredibly defined as she manhandles the massive object at a truly impossible angle.

Sharon rotates the vast slab of metal until it is vertical, and then decides to ram it downwards with all her might. Before she did this there may have been some chance of repairing the bridge afterwards, but not when she had finished forcing it against her body. She crushed the solid metal against her hard muscles, squeesing it with such power that it oozed, making it look like treacle at her fingertips. Eventually, the once-massive structure was reduced to just a thin smear of mangled iron at Sharon's side. She let it slide onto the ground. She approaches Jon and kisses him on the lips, allowing him to feel two pairs of naked breasts against his body at the same time.

As Miss Buns withdraws, Catherine gently lowers him to the ground and lies him down on his back. Then, she steps over to his penis takes it in her delicate hands. Then, she fondles it erotically, rubbing her fingers over it until it has become completely hard. Then, she straddles Jon and slips his dick into her damp, sticky vagina. Taking this as their cue, the other ladies also approach. Paula sits by his head and lowers her chest enough for her incredible boobs to press against his face, allowing him to chew on her already hard nipples. On each chew, he can feel a burst of hot milk splatter his mouth. He swallows it. It tastes lovely.

Anthea takes one of Jon's hands and uses it to rub over her defined muscles, allowing him to feel each and EVERY one of her rippling muscles. They are large and fantastically hard. They swell at Jon's touch, clearly exciting Miss Flex. Annabel Rippov takes Jon's other hand and rubs it over her body, concentrating on her fine bust. Her nipples rapidly become erect and Jon squeeses them between his fingertips, causing a jet of steaming white milk to shoot out, splattering against Anthea's chest and dripping down onto the ground. As Jon's caresses Miss Flex's muscular body, it now feels more smooth, more moist, than it did before. Her skin squelches as he rubs the warm liquid over her hard muscles.

Natalie Kervs takes one of his feet and slips a toe into her cunt, allowing him to feel inside. He quickly finds her cliterus and begins caressing it. She shivers with pleasure, only just managing to restrain herself enough to stop her vaginal muscles clenching and crushing Jon's toe accidentally. Sharon Buns approaches Jon's free leg and runs her fingers down it until they reach his foot. When they do, she lowers her mouth to his big toe and sucks it rythmically. Then, she moves down the line, using her nimble tongue to caress each of Jon's toes in a highly erotic fashion.

It occurs to Jon that six of the strongest, most voluptous and, above all, sexiest women in the world are currently shagging him at the same time. Every one of his limbs (as well as his cock and his mouth) are being 'entertained' by these women, bringing him to unparalled levels of ecstacy. What's more, he seems to be having the same effect of the young muscle-babes around him - in fact, he seems to be having an even greater effect. They all shiver with pleasure, making their swollen boobs wobble around like jelly on a plate and making the muscles pulsate orgasmically. Jon feels himself climax, but not as much as he feels the ladies' around him do the same. His brief shiver of pleasure is dwarfed by their explosion of ecstacy.

Catherine stiffly jerks upright and slams her hands down so hard against the pavement that it crumbled beneath her fingers like sand. Paula's breasts both squirted a powerful stream of thick milk into Jon's mouth and against the ground. The nipple that pointed against the grass dug a deep hole in the mud. Annabel curls up into a tight ball, pressing her body together with such force that Jon cannot pull his hand free from between her vast, sweating melons. Anthea' muscles flex simultaneously, becoming both large and incredibly firm in the same instant. Jon could feel her muscles jump outwards beneath his fingers, forcing them away. Natalie's cunt begins to blast a torrent of thick cum over Jon's toe, flooding over it like a waterfall. Soon, a stream of her love juices are gushing over the edge of the platform and creating a pool by the railway line. At the same time, Sharon's buns clench together with such incredible force that the metal leg of a bench that they are resting against (and completely enveloped) was crushed to such a degree that it was ripped in two.

Eventually, all the women calm down and remove their supple bodies from Jon. They stand around him and help him to his feet. Then, the lift him aloft and carry him to their sex-palace, for more bedroom antics.