XANA
The Ultimate Muscle Goddess
By Hani
I was 33 years old, a miserable 185 pounder, when it all began. My career
was on the sloping side after I got divorced in 1992. We had no children.
The reason? Since puberty, I had been obsessed with the idea of the perfect
woman. And they situation only worsened as I got older. My X was pretty
clever, actually she was both pretty and clever. But I wanted more. I
wanted everything: THE ULTIMATE WOMAN. I was a desparate man. For two
decades, I had restlessly tried to draw her. In the beginning, she was of
the typical playboy type. However, I constantly needed to improve her image
- larger breasts, perkier nipples, longer legs, smoother skin, brighter
eyes. And as I drew and drew, the pictures somehow became less and less
satisfactory to me.
And then, like a thunder from a clear blue sky, the new woman, the
female bodybuilder entered the stage in the late 70's. The phenomen got my
immediate attention. This was it! This is what I had been looking for all
the time. The more these women grew in size and strength, the more I felt
the need to draw them even bigger, harder, and more muscular. I made
endless improvements on the drawing board during my spare time, until my
ideal woman became so outrageously muscular that there was no way I could
keep the image with in human proportion, let alone feminine and sexy.
What did the perfect eyes look like? The perfect eyelashes, the
perfect skin, the perfect lips, the perfect teeths, the perfect boobs, the
perfect hands, abdomen, legs, biceps, smile - the the perfect ideal of
womanhood? Does it exist? Can it be created? I kept on and on, failing each
time. But occasionally, during my wildest periods of disillusionment, the
drawing appeared momentarily to spring to life. My heart pounded wildly,
and then the vision faded into just another unsuccessful drawing. Yet SHE
was alive in my imagination, although I could only get a fragmented sense
of her. My obsession was complete and utter.
THE ANNUNCIATION: March 3, 1993
I was on my way back home after a failed business trrip, lost in selfpitty.
Nothing was further form my mind than the possibility of being abducted by
an UFO. It was the typical alien thing as seen in countless
movies, only the real encounter was much scarier. All I remember as I was
driving along the dirt road, the sun setting in front of me, was a gigantic
spaceship, the size of three football fields, hovering absolutely silently
above me. I was on root 84 in Melbourne county, Ohio. It was late in the
evening. The date was March 3, 1993. I remember millions of twinkling
lights followed by a blinding flash. And then a blackout ...
I woke up lying on a stone bench in a neoclassical garden, the
most beautiful setting. As I examined my surroundings, I gradually realised
that I was in some kind of a spaceship. Scattered around were
odd trees and impeccably trimmed bushes. It was difficult to see how big
the garden was, but it was really huge. Strange semi-translucent metal
walls loomed over me, curving together about 400 feets above.
Although my heart was pounding, I had never felt better. I was
wearing a white cloak. Nothing
else. Twenty feets further along the center of the circle someone had lined
up marble statues, about 12 in all. As I picked myself up to examine them,
I realised that it presented a woman - the most beautiful, hugebreasted,
and muscle packed creature I had ever seen, even in my drawings. Her
proportions were full of dynamism and unsurpassable sensuality in every
detail, which not even my imagination had been able to
envisage. The sculptures looked incredibly life-like.
Just as I was about to touch one of them a peculiarly emotionless
voice filled the air: "Don't be afraid, for you will soon be the master of
the most powerful and beautful creature in the universe. Her
name is Xana", the voice said with a sudden hint of awe. "She is totally
invincible. She has knowledge of every fact, limitless intelligence,
possesses absolute beauty, sensuality and femininity, and has the power to
create or to destroy everything. She is eternal and indestructible. This
awesome being will therefore be potentially fatal to the very existence of
life in the universe if its powers were to be unleashed against it. Nothing
can prevent her from coming into existence, and no one can control her,
except one person - You. For reasons that remain a mystery to us, we have
received a message to the effect that Xana will
only serve her Great Master. And it is clear that she is prepared to carry
out whatever fancy or desire he might have to an absolute completion. An
unprecedented galaxy event is in the making. Soon you will have the
greatest power ever known at your fingertips. We do not know when Xana will
appear, but we sense that the time is near. When you wake up you will have
forgotten about this encounter - until Xana
reveals herself to you to carry out you wishes."
THE ENCOUNTER: June 3, 1996 (10:45 AM)
Three years passed. I had no recollections of spaceships or an ultimate
muscle goddess. My cloth business was slightly on the up and running and I
was thinking less and less about super-muscular women. About
women in general. That was soon to change. It was a bright morning on June
3, 1996. I was returning home through the quiet back road in the Mahoi
desert, the sun blazing down on the eerie landscape. As I
drove into a valley, from which the desert spread in all four directions, I
noticed what appeared to be a figure standing by the road side. I
automatically slowed down my old Buick to have a better look: It was a very
tall and an EXTREMELY BIG woman wearing a kind of fancy cowboy hat. Her
tight, black rubber-like garb was laced with metalic linings. And she was
evidently hiking a lift.
The closer I came the taller and bigger she looked. Boy was she
tall, at least 6 foot 10, and BIG yet unmistakably GORGEOUS - HEAVENLY
would be an apter description. Her bosom was spectacularly enourmous. Her
proportions simply out of a sci-fi. This super-curvacious creature had
almost cartoon-long legs equipped with 5 inch metal stiletto boots. I could
not make out the face, however, which was somewhat hidden beneath the hat.
From underneath it a shiny raven black hair curled majestically to her
shoulders.
The sensuality and power emanating from that figure, even from 150
yards away, sent sudden fear down my spine, mixed with pangs of desire.
Could this be one of those really huge and muscular bodybuilding women I
had always dreamt off. Well, if that was the case, she was surely the most
vascular female on the planet. But then again she could just be one of
those really obese women, although her fat distribution would have to be
highly unusual. However, since she was clad from top to bottom, my
guesswork was held in suspension.
I was so caught up in staring at her that I drove past her by 40
yards before I recovered my senses and managed to pull the brake. - "God,
what was I doing," I thought to myself. The woman was walking in the
direction of my car, swaying her hips extremely alluringly. Studying her
through the rear mirror, her proportions absolutely astounded me. The
majestic way in which she carried that huge body, almost as if it were
weightless, was totally hypnotic. Just as she was upon me, I caught a
glance of her face, a sharp perfectly shaped nose and a wide smile so
stunning that it hit me like a blinding flash.
Good grief, what should I do? I looked out of the side window to
behold female curves, hips and thighs of truly monumental proportions.
Strapped around her waist was an exotic and intricate metal belt. It had an
oval shield, inscribed with the letter X and surrounded by a galaxy of
dimonds.
WAS I DREAMING? (11:05 AM)
Her face came into full view. It was as if I had opened the curtain of my
bedroom after heavy drinking to be hit by the blinding noon sun. I thought
I would die right there in my seat. Take all the most beautiful female
faces you have ever seen, arrange them into one flawless visage and
multiply that beauty by a factor of billions - and you might have some
inkling of what I was up against. This devine, increadibly beautiful and
lustful face did not belong to any particular race, but rather all races.
It was neither cocasion, oriental nor black. It was youthful and yet
timeless. Her raven black hair cascaded down her shoulders in the most
elegant sweeps. The skin was richly tanned and baby smooth, not a trace of
wrinkles. The nose was neat, perfectly straight and pointed like that of a
Greek goddess, the nostrils slightly flaring. And the lips - what a pair of
lips! Like that of a black person, they were extremely fleshy, albeit much
shapelier, as if they had been made on a drawing board; they were wildly
erotic. Her gorgeous eyes were proportionally large and ever so slanted,
the forehead unusally high, the jaw line very firm, the cheek bones
prominent. The face seem to be pieced together cell for cell to form an
immaculate whole. It possessed a Slovanic pride, a Judaic resolution, an
Arabic assiduity, the ferocity of a Viking, while at the same time being
more submissive than that of a cortesan, more willing than that of a
$10.000 hooker, more caring than that of Mother Theresa. This face was the
apotheoses of exoticness ... it was impossible to map its origins. But
there it was; both aggressive and peaceful, highly alert and monastically
tranquil, youthful and experienced, lustful and innocent. It was total
nock-out!!!
Her piercing cobalt blue eyes held me in a trance-like state while
her smile, those incredibly straight white teethes and lush rosy lips,
overflooded my senses with unprecedented level of sex appeal. There seemed
to be deep affection in her eyes, too, as if I were a long lost lover.
Noticing how shocked I was, this perfection of a woman smiled still
sweeter, took off her hat and waited for me to open the window. After a
long pause, I managed to pull it down. - "I'm heading your way." The voice
was honey-smooth, deep and feminine at the same time, and irresistably
seductive. "May I join you?" she spoke patiently holding her smile. Somehow
I managed to mumble "sure".
Her figure was colossal; the car should have tilted as she opened
the door and took a seat. She had to slide the chair all the way to the
back. But despite her massive physique and humongous breasts, that extended
nearly to the dash board, she held her powerful, magnificent proportions.
Her shoulders were so broad that her enormous arm nearly brushed against
me, though under normal circumstances the front seat could accomodate three
people. - "I'm so happy to have met you at long last. Xana, at your
service," she said, and gave me her hand. Meaty yet very elegant, it was
BIG like everything else about here. Long fingers tipped with long read
fingernails wrapped around my hand, pressing it heartily. - "Steve," I
stuttered unable to look this unearthly creature into the eyes. After what
seemed eternity, I embarrassingly removed my hand.
Like in a coma, I stepped on the peddle and drove off. My mind was
raising like hell. What did she say? "At your service!" I was either
dreaming or having a serious LSD-flash back. Her presence was just too damn
surreal. Those thoughts had no sooner entered my mind than I heard a voice
inside my head. Her voice. - "I'm absolutely real. I did not mean to alarm
you. Please give my a chance to prove my worth to you."
The whole UFO abduction experience flashed up on my memory screen.
Good Lord! My heart almost abandoned my chest. - "I'm doomed", I thought.
But Xana immediately replied: "I would never hurt you, master."
Her voice had a strangely sooting affect on me. I took a peep at
her. For crying out loud, what a figure!!! Xana turned her face out of the
side window, evidently not to cause me further disstraction. - "Look all
you want," her voice sounded inside my head. "What you see is yours and
yours alone. Don't be afraid to touch me, where ever it might please you,
master" she said invitingly.
The message was crystal clear. Hesitatingly, I touch her thigh.
Despite the thick latex-like outfit it felt as hard as a marble statue. But
as much as I desired to touch her bosom, I did not dare. Her huge perfectly
hemispherical melons jutted out stretching the rubber-like outfit to the
max. High up on these mounds of flesh her towering nipples revealed their
proud forms through the shiny stretchings of the laytex. I could have gazed
at these globes forever. Lost in thought, I was about to drive off the road
when Xana corrected the course by placing her hand on the steering wheel
quicker than a lightning. The arm that flew across me was huger than huge,
at least four times my own.
- "May I suggest something," Xana voice came through. "There is a
motel less than three miles away. Why don't we rent a room so that you can
examine me in private." - "Ana ..." I was about to say. "It's pronounced
Zaaana, my great master", she replied using her physical voice. - "Xana,
you have to excuse me, you have to understand..." - "Yes, I understand.
Allow me to guide you through our introduction," she continued.
She removed her hand for me to take over the wheel. Belle View was
a typical desert motel. Fortunately, very few guests were staying there
judging from the number of cars in the parking lot. - "Why don't you book
the room," Xana said, averting her face. She handed me a gold Master Card
with my name on it. - "You can subtract as much from it as you like," she
said matter of factly as I accepted it with puzzlement.
BUILT BEYOND THE IMAGINATION (11:20 AM)
Xana waited in the car. I decided to check out my new credit card and asked
the elderly man at the counter for the largest room available. "A double
bed," I added. He gave me a nasty grin and asked what name I would like to
have the room listed under. After an embarrasing pause, the anwer popped
into my head: "Mr. and Mrs. Armstrong." The credit card went through.
When I came back from the lobby, Xana had left the car. I looked
around and heard a "pisst." She was standing beside door number 12, under
the shadow of the upper balcony. How did she know the room number? When I
arrived on the platform, however, she had disappeared inside leaving the
door open. How did she do that? The curtains were closed. The lights dimly
turned on. I entered hesitantly, and closed the door behind me.
If this was a mouse trap, I did not care. I had never been so
excited in my whole miserable life. I did not have to search for long.
There she was! On the floor near the bed. She was kneeling, and as soon as
I spotted her, she bowed her head to the floor. - "Please forgive me for
alarming you, master. I worship the earth you walk on. Please trust me.
Please allow me to serve you."
Her words calmed, exited, and scared the shit out of me. This was
crazy. The whole situation did not make any sense. - "Xana, I don't know
what I'm dealing with here. I can't believe my eyes. I can't believe what
you are saying. I mean, this is not happening ... please look at me." Xana
raised her face and looked tenderly at me from underneath her heavy
eyelids, almost timidly as if shomehow to diminish her increadibly forceful
presense. It was the most beautiful face in the world, absolutely flawless.
And now that her sexy lips began to move, I realised that they were
designed for on thing and one thing alone, kissing. They were the ultimate
KISSING MACHINE. - "Belive me, I'm as real as anything in this room,
master. In fact, I'm more real than the so called reality."
I just stood there, absolutely speachless, staring at her while she
smiled at me with greater patience than Dali Lama. Finally, she broke our
long, electrifying silence. - "Why don't you have a seat and get to know me
a little better," she said and raised herself up. I became more than
speachless - I trembled all over. She was so powerfully built that the
outfit seemed about to explode off her gigantic physique. I could only
wonder how she got through the door. Probably sideways. And by slightly
bending her head. Suddenly, everything in the room appeared to made out of
cardboard, the most fragile of materials. I did not have to sit down - I
fell into the chair.
Xana casually started to undress herself in front of me like
nothing was more natural. As I watched, she seductively removed her clothes
to reveal a glimpse of a figure so laced with GIGANTIC, increadibly pumped,
ripped and hard-looking MUSCLES that my eyes nearly dropped out of my
skull. Nothing I had seen on any human being came even close in comparison,
not within a billion miles. And yet her physique oozed with unpresedented
degree femininity. No earthly woman could be that muscular, that
increadibly sexy.
Xana turned away, obviously to give me a change to recover, yet
barely beginning to undress herself. When she was done, I was faced with a
back so big and packed with muscles that merely a fraction of it would be
considered totally awsome, worthy of any male heavy weight bodybuilding
champion. Not only were her back muscles bigger, harder, and more
pronounced than biologically imaginable, they seemd far more numerous. Her
back costituted a whole galaxy of muscles, twinkling suns and spectacular
supernovas. And she was not even flexing them. Muscles upon muscles, many
the size of overgrown grapefruits, locked togheter into an awesome jig-saw
puzzle. Her glutes shot out from the spine in a perfectly round glory. They
were rock-hard, as were her super-massive thighs and gigantic calfs, from
which as many as six cables of muscles reached down to her narrow ankles.
Apart from an exotic, skimpy G-sting, set with hundreds of tiny
dimonds and held up by shiny metal cords, Xana was nude, her perfectly
bronzed skin glowing and glistening immaculately across the heaps of her
MONUMENTAL MUSCLES. It was as if they had a life of their own. The skin was
smoother-looking than silk. No veins showed, no wrinkles, no imperfections.
The tautness, bulk and three-dimensionality of her musculature was
absolutely unreal. The cuts between her awesomely ripped muscles ran into
dark, racor-sharp crevasses, as if executed in black ink. Not an inch of
her body was unarticulated. Not a gram of fat. Unsurpassed strength and
vitality emanated from her body.
Xana had only to make the most minute move, and the constellations
of muscles rippled beyond belief as they got fixed into different
positions. With this amount of muscle she had to weigh at least 800 pounds.
Perhaps 8000 pounds, it was impossible to tell. Her muscles were so
ludicrously pumped and ripped. Mr. Universe was a total wimp by comparison.
Yet Xana was anything but square and bulky. The dynamism of her stupendous
figure - her statuesque elongated limps and arms, the dramatic sweeps of
her waist and thighs - made her the apotheosis of female elegance and
refinement. And this was just her behinds!!!
Xana ran her hand casually through her hair and brought it over the
shoulder, rested her right leg on the ball of her foot and stretched her
arms to the sides. A tital wave of muscles sprang across her back before
freezing into a statue of ultimate beauty and power. The triceps alone were
the Eight Wonder, her bulging laterals, almost an arms length in width, the
sixteenth. This dame did not need a gym to exersice in, she could walk
right through one, a fortified concrete building like a bulldoser throught
a wall of carboard. The sight of her was so owerwhelming that I blew my wad
without even touching it, soaking my pants with semen.
- "Ooohhh, my God, ooohhh my God," I stammered when I managed to
retrieve my voice at last. - "Do you like what you see, master?" Xana
wispered softly over her shoulder. "Let me then show you some more," she
timidly voiced and slowly struck a double biceps pose. Her shoulders and
back muscles literally erupted like a volcano and grew Larger and Larger
and Larger before freezing into an outlandish, Alpine panorama. Not a razor
blade could be fitted between those gargantuan muscular peaks.
I lost my voice. My dick was raging hard again. Xana relaxed her
arms and turned towards me, ever so tentatively. Not only was I lost for
words, I literally could not breath. My eyes were unable to grasp the
wonder that unfolded before me. Unconciously, I reached for my pants to
sooth my explosive erection. Xana stood still, sparing me her titillating
moves, and sent me a warm, understanding smile. It was so heart-rendering
sweet that it only aggrevitated my fragile situation. I was on the brink of
cumming in my trousers again - just by looking at her! Somehow I managed to
hold back as if Xana was controlling my penis while, in fact, she was
straining it to the limits.
A patch of bikini stretched across her long, thick nipples and the
most HUMONGOUS, impeccably shaped BREASTS I had ever layed my eyes on. Yet
they were perfectly proportional, not at all like those in a boob fetish
magazine; breasts with wooly areolas lazely obsucring the trunk, the
nipples point down and veins show everywhere. No, these pare of tits was
the hooter's heaven. The ribbcage came swooping like an avalance from under
those miraculous globes, leaving Xana's sharply tapering V-section in full
view. Her areoles, although hidden by her tiny, dimond-studded bikini, were
positioned unusually high on her breasts. As I was soon to learn, they were
thick as a silver dollar and as clearly defined as a period dot. Her
nipples rose up like two ominous rockets from those platforms. Not hint of
vains was discernible, only tanned expansions of flawless, killer-sensual
skin. Her tits were so big, so full and hyper-firm that they probably
contained 80 gallons of milk. Little did I know.
Xana's waist was proportionally waspish, but ultra massive, while
her abdomen muscles stood out in so bold a relief that they seemed almost
to be independent entities. To call it a washboard would not do them any
justice. My eyes wondered wildly over her physique. The shoulders were the
size of two bowling balls, each with plethora of muscle cords that extended
down to the biceps and deltoid area. The chest was a huge slab of muscles
above her supernatural melons. Those pectorals had to be over 8 inch deep
judging from the massive gorge between them into which endless striations
disappeared. She had dimond earings, and across her thick but elegant neck
was a chain with a tiny medallion. The patch of latex rubber running
between the legs of her super-tight crotch indicated a trim triangular bush
of pubic hair. From there on the thighs flared out to unheard dimensions.
Intricate layers upon layers of mega-pumped muscles ending in a sturdy knee
cap and gigantic, dimond-shaped calfs.
Xana walked, or rather glided, provocatively towards me. Her
mega-tits stuck out like oversized basketballs, totally defying the law of
gravity. They did not budge as she moved. A small dining table supported on
metal legs, surrounded by four chairs in the late 50's style, stood nearby.
I had similar furnitures at home, so I knew how sturdy those chairs were,
certainly beyond anyone's means to sway or bend, let alone destroy with
one's bare hands. Xana reached for a chair, brought the back of it against
her bulbous abdomen and clapsed her fingers around it. Pictures of Carla
Nelsen, and numerous other amazon stars displaying their arms in this
position, flashed through my mind. But that's how far the comparason goes.
Xana's arms were at least six times more muscular than those of Carla's,
100.000.000.000.000 times harder and more ripped, and INFINITELY more
stronger looking. Everything about Xana, too, was infinitely more sexy and
feminine. - "You love extremely strong and muscular women, don't you
master?" Xana spoke hesitantly as if not aware of her seductive powers.
"I've trained my body very hard for you master," she contined dead
earnestly.
With that, Xana tore the back of the chair with a faint smile like
a toilet tissue. She tore it again, turned it around and tore the back
sideways. Holding on to one of the cromed metal legs, she raised the chair,
flexing her impossitly muscular arms. My dick cried out with feverish
excitement. Xana's body was beyond desription as she gave me the sexiest
posing rutine anyone has ever vitnessed. She licked the legs slowly and
lovingly, and then engulfed one of them; brought it out of her mouth,
nippled at it, leaving deep teeth marks - and then bit it apart!!! I blew
my wad so hard that my trousers almost cracked open. Smiling earnestly at
me, Xana held the chair in her left hand and punched right though the seat
with her left fist, literally turning the chair into a bracelet. She pulled
her arm through the seat and began tearing the chair to shreds while
continuing to strike herendously titilating muscle poses, attentively
examining my reactions. I could not help it, my dick cummed again and
again.
Without uttering a word, Xana stepped right in front of me front of
me, a terrifying mountain of pure female muscles, her humongous breasts
hovering silently above her rocky abdomen. The abdomen muscles escalated in
size from a nectarine to a grapefruit in their triumphant march towards the
crotch. Even her lovest abdomen muscle was split laser-sharp. - "Don't be
embarrassed about cumming in your pants, it makes me so proud. Don't be
afraid to touch me, it would make me so happy", Xana wispered encourangly
through her pouty lips. "Wherever it might please you. I'm all yours." I
hesitantly reached out and touched her abdomen. It was the strangest blend
of absolute smoothness and absolute hardness. I had never felt anything of
the sort. It was like touching the very meaning of sensousness with one's
bare hands. I felt my rock-hard dick vomiting some fluid. Was it blood!?
As I was about to remove my hands, alarmed by the experience, Xana
gently grabbed my wrist and guided my hands over her hips and thighs,
opened her legs and let me probe her crotch before placing them on her
mammoth breasts. She lowered herself to a kneeling position, still holding
my hands and ran them upwards over her nipples and chest to her mouth,
where she softly showered them with kisses. Her devine, GORGEOUS face was
levelled with mine, radiating with a mixture of utter love and servitude.
Without uttering a word, she reached her arms behind her back. They had to
be at least 38 inches! And she was not even tensing them. Her BICEPS were
way beyond BIG. Split and bursting with atomic power, they were larger than
my head!!!
With a coy smile on her ravishing face, Xana seductively untied her
bra. Her long, dark-brown nipples were totally mesmerizing. I had to fondle
them; they felt like rigid rubber. I stared open-mouthed into her deep-blue
eyes, which quietly guided my gaze to her right shoulder. Placing her left
arm on my thigh, she flexed her bicep slowly to EXPLOSIVE proportions,
inviting me to touch its gargantuan shape. Perfectly peaked, it was harder
than any material thing I had ever encountered. It had an infinite density.
No bullet, noting could pierce that glope of power, I thought to myself as
my dick cummed in worshipful appreciation.
THE FOREPLAY (11:35 AM)
I was lost in admiration when Xana sweetly broke the silence. - "Master,
how may I please you? I'm quite strong. Do you mind if I make love to you?
" As I had alredy learned, "quite strong" was the greatest understatement
of all times when it came to Xana. Taking my silence for a yes, she ran her
long, red-nailed index finger along my shirt, ripping the buttons off it,
and then took hold of my leather belt and tore it apart as if it were made
of nothing. Before I knew she had torn my clothes off so smoothly that I
hardly noticed it. Fortunately, there was no blood in my pants, and my dick
was harder than ever. Seeing it kicking against my flabby, semen-covered
stomach, Xana gave me a dazzling smile. She ran her fingers around my
agitated shaft and scooped up my gonads. My dick got larger and veinier
than it had ever been in my life, at least twice its normal size. I felt
like cumming yet again. Xana put a pout on her mega-voluptious lips and
blew an ice-cold shaft of air on my knob. It worked like an anaesthesia on
my ejaculatory desire. Caringly rubbing it between three fingers, she bent
over and gently engaged me in a French kiss.
Her tongue had the glistening power and agility of a snake. It
twirled around my tongue, probing every nook and cranny of my mouth. I took
hold of her head to gasp for some air, looked at her astonishing face, and
returned her kisses. She was the best kisser imaginable. I could have gone
on for ever. As I took another pause to wonder at her beauty, she smiled at
me lovingly and slid her super-stiff, wet TONGUE down my chest and belly,
swallowing my throbbing penis right to the balls. What a mouth!!! She
sucked up the pool of semen, wrapped her tongue around my penis and licked
it vibratingly back and forth along the shaft. Xana demonstrated a
suction-power far beyond your average vacuum cleaner. She could evidently
suck my dick right off!!! Increasing and releasing her sucking, rubbing and
licking my dick up and down alternatively fast and slow, soft and hard with
her tongue, I had never felt anything of the sort. Completely ecstatic, I
placed my hands on her shoulders and pulled on her gorgeous raven curls
with all my might.
Xana stopped working my dick and looked at me with the widest and
happiest of smiles. I might just as well have attempted to prevent a
submarine from surfacing with my bare hands. - "Pull all you want, master.
I'm made for great wear and tear," she remarked. "I'm unlike any other
girl. Let me show you. Do you like tit-fucking? Try sticking your finger
between my breasts."
I pushed and pushed, but of no avail. I could not have hammered a
chisel between those mega-tits. Xana placed my hands on top of her gigantic
boobs and pressed firmly. They did not move the slightest. Smiling
teasingly at me, she position her gorgious mega-melons above my penis and
pressed again, now much lighter. My dick disappeared into her super-tight
cleavage (it had to be at least 18 inch deep) before her tits bounced up
again. She repeated this several times, each time with a different
variation. She appeared to have total control of her tits, bouncing them
fast and slow and gripping my dick both gently and firmly between them to
the point where she would pull me right off the seat, supporting me with
her hands not to injure me.
- "Does this please you, master?" Xana asked inquisitively. "I can
do much more with them, like for instance this", she added as if her
tit-fucking was not enough. Xana's right nipple swayed slightly from its
upright position aiming for glass on a drawer about 10 feets away. A
powerful jet of shiny milk shot parabolically through the air right into
the glass, filling up to the hilt in seconds. Then she blew the glass into
shattering pieces with a single squirt of milk. - "I can fill a whole ocean
with my milk, or suck one right into my breasts in a flash," she explained
matter of factly. "Would you like to suck on my nipples, master?"
Deciphering my speechless excitement, Xana lithely arched her
mountanious back and gently thrust er left nipple between my lips. She
rotated it around my tongue scraping my teeths while sending spurts of warm
milk into my mouth. Then she thrust her nipple all the way, sending a
steady stream of her white nectar down my gulping throat. Her nipple was
more than a mouthful. I gnawed and bit at it furiously as Xana's delicious
milk poured down my mouth and chin until I felt like suffocating. Sensing
my despair, Xana immediately withdrew her long nipple and sucked the milk
running from the corners of my mouth back into her breast.
TONGUE-PUSH-UPS! (12:00 PM)
As I was gaining my breath, Xana picked up my trousers and tied me to my
oak chair, tore them up and bound one sleeve around my stomach and the
other around my chest. - "I'm just strapping your seat belt. This will only
impare your view," she explained braking off the arm handles. Before I knew
what hit me, I was airborne. Xana took hold of one leg of the chair, held
me straight out with her left arm without a hint of strain and seductively
began to pump up her right arm as her bicep swelled up way beyond the
colossal. - "Does this please you, master", she voiced sternly through her
pouty lips, freezing her pose. What a vision!!! "This is not happening", I
repeated to myself, my dick screaming for fullfillment. My fingers were
glued white to the chair handles. Xana brought the chair a closer to her
massively striated chest and gave me a mysterious grin. She flicked out her
tongue and licked my dick amorously. Her abnormally long tongue was
uncannily stiff and powerful. I had never sensed my lover's tongue before
during a blow-job. But this was something else. I could feel Xana's every
masterful lick on my cock. And what a repertoire of strokes and textures!
Using only her fantastic tongue, Xana pulled my cock from my stomach and
inserted it between her gigantic bicep and forearm, which she had to lower
to an almost 45 degree angle in order to accomodate it. She then drove my
cock in and out of the gap of her increadible Muscle Mountain. I closed my
eyes in total ecstasy. I stared at her for all I was worth. I could not
belive what I was seeing. God, this felt so good. I blinked my eyes again
...
When I opened them again, Xana had balanced the chair on her left
index finger!!! I beheld a birds-view of her stupendous bosom and massive
pectorials. She smiled upon me as her tongue came sailing evocatively out
of her mouth. The tongue extended over four feets as it folded tightly
around the base of my cock!!! Xana dropped the chair a few inches, securing
a leg in her awsome grip as the hard-wood gave off a crackling sound, and
rhythmically masturbated me with her tongue while her nipples blasted milk
on my knob!!! Her powerful jet of milk, which served as a marvellous
lubricant, could probably cross a football field in a straight line; it
worked like a drill on my member. This was the greatest titilation I had
ever experienced. Milk splattered from my penis in a cloud of pearly
dropplets as the tight circle of her glistening tongue ran rapidly along it
from tip to bottom.
Xana suddenly removed her tongue, went down on her back, threw the
chair into the air and caught it on her toe!!! She split her legs 160
degrees apart, holding them straight out. With a light flip, she tossed the
chair onto the tip of her tongue, which she shot out between her legs to
receive me!!! She lowered me horizontally over her crotch, pulled the
chair over her face and started to do tongue-push-ups!!! I looked down at
her smiling face while she lifted me up and down using only her her tongue,
flexed her biceps, and fondled her tits for my viewing enjoyment. Her
sensous face was so unbelievably erotic that for a moment I forgot that she
was wiggling my 187 pounds on the tip of her tongue!!!
Xana raised herself up on her knees and placed one of the chair
legs on her right nipple, clutched her arms together beneath her majestic
globes and ejected me to the ceiling by the shear force of her
milky-geyser!!! She shut off the stream, caught a chair leg and rotated me
to her back side. She inserted my dick between her titanic, rippling back
muscles. By merely tensing and "relaxing" them, she maganged to masturbate
me with perfect control. Each time I felt like cumming, Xana would arrest
my dick in a wisegrip until the urge had passed. After a mindblowing
treatment, she swooped me to the front, turned the chair up-side-down and
gave me a bench press blow-job, dipping my cock between her cleavage every
now and then!!! She lovingly pressed my body up and down about 200 times
like if she were lifting a pencil. Yet her awsome pectorial muscles swelled
and tensed and rippled as she drove my rod through the tight girdle of her
mega-voluptious lips, deep into the moist tunnel of her mouth. Xana
absorbed the entire length of my penis again and again as her lips
alternatively hit and abondaned my balls. Then suddenly, just when I felt
the jet about to come, she pulled me high above her ravishing face and
swordplayed my penis rapidly with her tongue.
As I gasped for release, Xana rotated the chair into an upright
position and slammed it down on her massive boobs, splitting the chair legs
apart. She tore my trousers away, using only her steel-like tongue,
discarded the seat from underneath me, and drove my dick into her waiting
mouth. I sat on her mammoth bazookas while she sucked and licked my dick
with scary concentration. WHAT A BLOW-JOB!!!!!!!!!!!! I though she would
suck it right off me. I rested one hand on the back of her head and the
other on her flexed, gigantic rock-hard bicep, but her left arm supported
my back. There was nothing I could do. Her oral manipulations were so
powerful that it absolutely took my breath away. My balls were literally
boiling. My cock felt like exploding to kingdom come. As I cummed, Xana
grabbed me by the waist and removed my throbbing cock out her hot tunnel.
Her pink, glistening tongue wrapped tighty around the base of my cock and
masturbated me lightning fast between my spasmodic releases. Directing my
dick at her departed, mega-voluptious lips and processing the cum along her
wiggling tongue, Xana swallowed my cum as it shot like bullets into her
sexy mouth. I had fourtenn ejaculations, each one greater than the one
before, the total amount of about three months supply of cum - almost a
gallon!!! Not a single drop escaped her lightening fast mouth. For some
mysterious reason I was able to savour Xana's love-making - her sensous
lips, her sweaping tongue, her heavy eye-lids, her ravishing face - as if
in slow-motion and from different angles, like watching a video capture. I
was both a viewer and a participant!!! WOW. What a feeling - what a sight.
The clairity of this vision was unreal. I gazed and moaned with every inch
of my being. I was stroking and squeezing the concrete materialization of
my most ultimate fantasy, my super-muscular dream girl, who was stronger,
more real, more muscular and sexy than anything my imagination had been
able to conjure up. Between my releases, Xana swallowed my cock whole,
licking and sucking on it with frightening voracity. When I was finally
done, she smilingly patted my totally elated penis with the tip of ther
tongue before withdrawing it.
TO BE CONTINUED ...