The Encounter
by Paul Smith (psmith_101@yahoo.com)
A close encounter of the sexual kind...


(If you have any stories like this or you've got some good ideas for future stories then don't hesitate to email me at psmith_101@yahoo.com)

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



You step out of your office and onto the street. As you stride forwards, heading for your home, you notice that a woman has taken to walking alongside you. You don't recognise her, but you have to admit that she is extremely beautiful. Her eyes are deep blue and she is currently using them to stare sideways at you. Her hair is blonde, sweapt back and cut to about shoulder length. It billows out behind her like a sail as the wind brushes over her tanned skin. She is wearing some extremely tight jeans, torn off before the knees, and a loose grey pullover. Going by the two enormous bulges in the jumper just below her neck, you decide that she has at least 44DD breasts - and judging by the way they appear to be swelling, you assume them to be real. In fact, in just the few seconds you have been walking together, her top seems to have become visibly tighter.
Still walking, the lady reached into your pocket and grabbed your hand gently, but still with enough force to put to an end any ideas that you may have had about running away. She slides your hand from your pocket and slips it down the back of her jeans. It becomes clear that she is not wearing any panties. Your hand is pressed against her firm buttocks by the skintight jeans she is wearing, allowing you to rub your hands all over her each of her hard buns. Clearly, her arse is very well muscled and, judging by the way it clenches your hand as she walks along, capable of some quite phenomenal feats of strength.
The busty young lady slows down, forcing you to slow with her, until you are both stopped. She reaches for your other hand and slips it down the front of her jeans, allowing you to feel her cunt. The hair on it is thick and rustles as you run your fingers through it. You slide a finger experimentally into her vagina. As you do so, the woman sucks her breath in sharply through her teeth and you feel a slight trickle of pre-cum ooze past you hand. Next, the lady grabs the hand that is fondling her buttocks and slips it up her jumper. Your eager fingers rub over her stomach as they climb towards her impressive bust. Her stomach is dense with muscles, swelling and contracting in time to her breathing. As you fingers touch her breasts, you notice her breath becoming slightly more erratic. Your hand continues to climb until it is rested upon her nipples. Clearly, this woman doesn't believe in underwear at all. You caress one of her hard teats between your fingers and the lady begins to breath very irregularly, and you feel her boobs swell at your touch. Now her tits seem to be made of iron - they have become rock solid. You remove your hand from her increasingly hot cunt and grasp her other breast with it. She squeese them both tightly, with all your might but with absolutely no effect whatsoever - they really have become as hard as steel. You press them together and cup them in your hands, with them growing all the time. Soon, her pullover is on the verge of ripping.
"I am arresting you in breach of the Public Indecency Act 1973," announces a policeman.
"Fuck you!" says the mystery woman, clearly not wanting her shag interupted.
"I'm sorry, but I'm going to have to ask you to accompany me to the station."
"I said: Fuck YOU!!" At this, your lover throws him backwards like a doll, slamming him against a wall.
The policeman shakes his head and draws a shotgun. Pointing it at her, he says:
"I repeat: PLEASE accompany me to the station, MAM!"
"And I repeat: FUCK YOU!!" says your partner, reaching out and grabbing the officer's gun and pulling it from his grip in one rapid motion.
Then, she rips off her jeans and slides the gun into her warm, inviting vagina. She gets about half of the barrel in and then stops. There is the unmistakeable sound of buckling metal as the reinforced steel is crushed like play-doe. Then, she forces in the remainder of the gun, trigger and all. Again, there is the groan of metal being distorted by unimaginably forces, followed by a loud crunch as the end of the gun it turned into a pile of splinters deep inside this mysterious mega woman. Then, there is a muffled explosion as the shell explodes inside her finely honed body. It explodes right next to her cliterus, and so she orgasms briefly, flushing out the mangled metal and snapped pieces of wood that had been the officer's gun. Seeing this display of strength, the man whimpers and runs away. You notice that the woman's breasts continued to grow throughout the entire episode so that now the fabric was stretched across them at breaking point. You slip your hands out from underneath her clothing and take her by the hand. You lead her to your house. As she is towed along behind you, her boobs continue to inflate. You can hear the sound of the fabric ripping as hundreds of small holes appear in her clothing, allowing you to stare in rapt admiration at her naked flesh.
When you have arrived at your house, you fumble for your keys.
"Allow me." says the wonderwoman beside you, pushing you aside easily.
She reaches out and grasped the door handle firmly and, before you have chance to shout 'No!' she twists it so that it now points outwards. There had been a brief 'iieeeek' as the metal had been bent so rapidly. As she exerts herself, the superstrong woman beside you clearly has become more excited - her breasts begin to swell incredibly rapidly. The woolly jumper that she wore is quickly reduced to just a few thin strands stretched across her vast, sweating bust. Her fantastic melons are now on display in front of your bulging eyes. The lady turns to you for a moment and flexes all the muscles on her arms simultaneously, making the remains of her clothing explode and flutter to the ground. Now, she stands in front of you, completely naked. You can clearly see that she is a bodybuilder - and an extremely successful one to! Her entire body is covered with a thick coating of rippling muscle, beautifully complimented by the vast, spherical breasts that hang from her chest. Winking at you erotically, she walks up to the door to your house, sliding the mangled doorknob deep inside her. Her breathing quickens as she proceeds to rotate the handle using her finely honed vaginal muscles. Next, there was the sound of splintering wood, mixed with the final groans of buckling metal before it snapped altogether. At first, you can't quite figure out what is making the noises. Then, you realise. The sound of metal being distorted is coming from the muscular beauty queen next to you - her cunt is pulling at the doorknob with tremendeous force - twisting the metal easily. The other noise is coming from your door as the steel bolt is pulled through the woodwork as the door is slowly forced open by this woman's incredible physical power. Soon, the door is opened and the lady slides her cunt off the handle, leaving it with a coating of her glistening pre-cum. With a shrug of her broad, muscular shoulders, she gestures you in. You turn the light on. You are in the bedroom.
"Aha! I like a man who doesn't mess about!" says the musclewoman.
Now that she is completely naked, you examine her body as a whole for the first time. She's already demonstrated that she's strong - now the question is: is she as erotic as she is powerful? Looking at her sensational body, you conclude that the answer is a definite YES. You eye her up from head to toe whilst undressing. Her face suits the rest of her body perfectly - sexy, clearly very powerful and ultimately very well indowed. Actually, 'well indowed' doesn't really cover it, since that just implies incredible beauty. This mystery woman had more that just every day beauty - instead, she took being erotic to a whole new level. Her skin was evenly tanned all over and covered with tiny beads of sweat, which slowly dribbled down over her muscles and dribble onto the floor. As she reaches up and swishes her hair back over her head, her biceps bulge impressively, swelling outwards like a lump of steel covered in skin. In fact, that how hard her muscles actually are - as firm as steel, probably even stronger. Your eyes now focus on her breasts. As she stands there, her bust is significantly closer to you than any other part of her body. This is because it is so vast. It has swollen from its original size to about 52DDD in just the last five minutes. Her nipples are so erect that they look like they could be used to slice through steel like a knife through butter. You are now looking at her stomach. The muscles packed into are so dense that their sharp contours are clearly illuminated by the lights, each of the muscles casting long shadows across the rest of her stomach. Staring at her hairy cunt, you notice a steady stream of love juices oozing out and running down her legs, before forming a puddle on the carpet at her feet. She doesn't seem to have noticed. Finally, you examine her legs. They seem to go on forever, connecting to her shapely buttocks without a crease or a crinkle, the huge muscles contained within flowing smoothly from one to another like silk. You notice that the woman you are about to shag has to always stand with her legs slightly apart, since her thighs have become so thick with muscle with the years of intense training in the gym that they have become accustomed to.
Still not entirely believing your luck, you now stand completely naked facing an equally naked (but far more muscular) wonder woman.
"You know, with a body like that, you could win any bodybuilding competition you wanted," you state, matter-of-factly
"I know. I've done it many times. I've entered a great deal of Miss World pageants as well as some Miss Nude World pageants. Won them too. Oh yes, I've won the 'Miss Nude Olympia' every time I entered it as well." she breathed, "but thank you for the complement."
To reinforce her gratitude, the superby muscled mega babe scoops you up in her powerful arms and rams your erect cock deep inside her. You can feel her swollen breasts pressing against your chest, her large, firm muscles rubbing all over your body. You start to kiss her body, and she responds by rythmically caressing your penis using only her vagina. This excites both of you enormously. You notice that not only has her breathing become incredibly erratic, but her entire but is shaking like there's an earthquake. In fact, thanks to the busty brunette in front of you, there IS an earthquake going on. As she begins to shiver with pleasure, she uses her spare hand (she only needs one to support your full bodyweight with ease) to dig into the wall. She gouges huge slits into the concrete like the house is made of sand. As her body shakes, she shakes the whole house with her. Picture frames starts to swing and cracks start to shoot up the walls. Then, suddenly, she stops. She is starnding there, completely motionless, eyes closed, in complete bliss, trying to hold off the orgasm just a moment longer. After a pause of several seconds, her cunt erupts like a volcano, blasting a fierce stream of boiling love juices into the bed, drilling through it like soggy paper. Her body shakes like never before, making her fabulous boobs wobble around like jelly. Her hand tears through the wall like it were not there, throwing huge chunks of mortar around like polystyrene. Just as the house is about to collapse, her mammoth climax finishes and she falls on top of you, being careful not to crush you completely. As her faultless body is pressed against you, protecting you from the huge lumps of rubble that are raining down, you orgasm, splattering her insides with spunk. She feels this burst of warmth inside her and clenches her fists compulsively, ripping up several floorboards without even noticing. She takes your head in her hands and, muscles flexing, gives you a long, loving french kiss.
Soon, the rubble has finished raining down on you and your lover, and the mysterious lady stands erect and surveys the scene. Her body had easily protected you from rocks larger than a family car, the rocks shattering against her pumped body like pebbles. She cleared a path through the wreckage, throwing aside the massive lumps of concrete like they weighed nothing, and then invited you over to her place.
"What's your name?" she asks.
You tell her your name.
"And your's?" you ask.
"Marla. Marla Duncan."


THE END
(for the time being...)