26-10-2019, 04:24 PM
At home there was no extra work, elegant free time. TIMES magazine cover page showed story of a 60 year Indian female bodybuilder in its centre spread.
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Kasturi
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She wandered down to the pool of the resort she was staying at, and where a seniors' female
bodybuilding competition had just ended.
She was celebrating, having just won her 60-and-over category, reveling in the victory, alone as
usual and just the way she liked it.
She had married young 40 or so years ago when the idea of women more muscular than most
men was hardly acceptable. She had children and as many women do, put on more weight than
she cared for, her 3 daughters her strength now her 3 daughters married and well settled hapily.
That's when she hit the gym in earnest, quickly shedding the fat pounds and replacing them with
chiseled, steely muscle.Her own husband supports her. How lucky she has been.
She took resolve to make it through on her own. She did just that, crafting a career in small
business and relying on no one, and certainly no man, to help her.
And never did she give up honing her incredible body, even as she aged, entering and winning
many bodybuilding competitions. Now, at 62, this was her latest, as she wowed the judges yet
again with her five-foot-ten inch, 180-pound body of rock-hard muscle.
She got a glass of wine at the pool bar, and walked to the patio deck, looking out over the beach,
letting the warm breeze wash over her, blowing her silky, shoulder-length silvery hair off her
brawny shoulders as the sun dipped below the horizon.
She looked stunning, and she knew it, in her very short sleeveless summery dress, low cut to
expose her plated chest of ribbed muscle, bulging biceps, rippling quads and chiseled calves.
Many a man noticed, and many tried hitting on her, but she was selective. She liked men - liked
using them to be exact - and had criteria that must be met: They needed to be young, submissive
and more than willing to do whatever she demanded, more over feminine yet only one man fits
to her pocket , her husband Vinay.
She was a dominant woman, always had been, and in her later years that streak had taken a
darker, more controlling tone. What she wanted, she got, by using her incredibly muscular body
and dominant mind.She is now participating in female bodybuilding and powerlifting and
crossfit. It is not like she is enjoying, she is in deep love with her husband, this time her three
daughters wanted to enjoy her more, wanted to feel her sexuality, her husband agreed. Now she
is more relieved from guilty feeling, but how to get one, her youngest daughter Anjali is more
modern andd advanced, she assured her she will enjoy.
The man who'd been eyeballing her since she stepped out of the elevator looked her type, small,
scrawny, young and shy. She noticed his stares, of course, try as he might to hide them, ducking
behind the pool deck vegetation. But she noticed. She always did.Man was wearing pink ghaghra
choli with light make up.
She stood by the railing near the beach, the wind picking up, blowing her short dress up over her
deeply tanned, muscle-popping thighs, a product of getting into competition shape by eating less
and focusing on getting ripped, head to toe. The contest-shape diet left her silky smooth skin
pulled tight over the bursting muscles beneath, highlighting every bulge. And hardly looking her
age.
The young man drew closer, she noticed, now standing several feet away in the gathering
darkness, pretending to sip his beer as he leaned against the railing facing the hotel, casting what
he believed were furtive, sidelong glances at the giant muscular older woman to his right.
She gave it some time, reeling him in, turning to bend over and scratch her foot, and in doing so
causing her already short skirt to drift higher up her rugged thighs. The move exposed nearly
every hard inch of her thick, rippling hamstring muscles all the way up to the muscular ass that
was barely contained in the tiny white thong she wore.
She heard him gasp, his moan carried to her on the breeze. She stood, turned and walked boldly
to him, extending a large hand. His eyes went wide in the dark as she approached.
"Hi, you are?" she asked sweetly.
"Uh...Prajeetha...I'm Prajeetha..I..." he stammered, taking his huge hand in his comparatively tiny
one. "And your name is...?"
"In due time," she smiled, relishing the air of mystery she exuded and his puzzled look at it.
"Nice to meet you, Prajeetha."
She shook his hand, nearly crushing it in hers, delighting in his wince at the squeeze of her meaty
paw, saying "I gather you like what you've been staring at since I came out here?"
"Uh...I don't know what you mean," he said unconvincingly, looking away and down at his hand,
shaking the feeling back into it as she released it. "I...I wasn't..."
"Don't lie, I don't like liars," she said with that smile. "Tell me: You like muscular women?
Older muscular women to be exact? That why you're here, for the competition?"
"No..I was here...business trip, my company conference, I just happened to...Anjali Madam sent
me," he mumbled.
"To catch the event?" she laughed. "Good, good, that's common, men stumble into these things
and like what they see. Which I take it you did. You saw me win, ya Anjali is my youngest
daughter?"
"Yes," he said softly, blushing, then with gathering confidence, adding, "My God,
ma'am...you...that body...your legs...my God!"
He was all hers. He just didn't know it yet.
"How old are you, son?" she asked sweetly, emphasizing the last word.
"I..I'm uh, 18, just turned a few weeks ago," he said with a weak smile. "And you?"
"Oh, a lady never tells her age, you know that," she laughed. "You have grandmothers?"
"Uh, yes, yes I do..."
"How old are they?" she asked, all sweetness and charm.
"Um...both about 60, I think," he answered.
"I'm up on 'em by two years, my boy," she sighed. "And a granny myself, three of them."
His jaw dropped. She laughed.
"C'mon, kid," she said, putting down her wine glass, feeling the muscles in her arm swell as she
did, drawing his eyes to them. "Let's go for a walk..."
"A walk?" he squeaked weakly, having to look up at her as she stood a good three inches taller
than him and outweighing him by 30 pounds at least.
"Yup, a walk," she said, pulling his arm through hers and strolling to the beach, kicking off her
flip flops and leaving them by the seawall, her size 10 feet digging into the sand. "Get to know
each other a little better..."
"Oh...OK, sure!" he said with an uncertain eagerness, not sure what to make of this elderly
Amazon.
They walked and chatted for a bit, moving down the beach in the dark away from the resort
lights, toward a gazebo on a jetty.
"Have you always liked muscular women...older muscular women?" she asked as they walked
and she guided them toward the jetty.
"Uh...well yeah, older women for sure..the muscle thing I never...well until today..." he said
uncomfortably.
"You never noticed, right, right," she said.
"Well you certainly notice now, don't you?"
"Oh yes, yes," he said with an enthusiasm he quickly reined in. "Uh, yes, I did...I'm sorry if ..."
"What, it bothered me?" she laughed, her brilliant white teeth flashing in the dark. "Not at all.
Men noticing my muscles? Honey, it so turns me on."
He stopped in his tracks, an astonished look on his face as he drank in her form and the tiny dress
flapping in the breeze that exposed so much of it.
"Really?" he asked in a hoarse whisper.
"Really," she smiled. "What is it you like, Prajeetha, what part?"
"P...part?"
She popped a double bicep pose, drawing a gasp from her young paramour, the upper arms
snaked with pulsating veins and capped with sinewy muscle that melted into her peaked
shoulders and up to her tendon-streaked forearms. Her low-cut dress top highlighted the thick
plates of steel that were her pectorals, dipping down striated muscles to her tiny but well-formed
tits, nipples erect and pushing braless through the fabric.
"Or the legs?" she cooed.
She stood, thrusting one out and lifting her short skirt, her thigh immense and veiny, a thick cord
of tendon running from her hip to her inner thigh, the quad muscles lumpy and well defined
under her tight tanned skin. Below were her diamond-shaped and equally hard calves, fisted
bulges of muscle rising above her slender ankles.
"Check this out," she snarled.
She relaxed that thrust-out thigh and quickly shook it side to side, the giant slab of meat
wobbling in a quivery blur before she snapped it out straight, solidifying the muscle with a
resounding snapping sound, a miniature sonic boom of rippling steel as it flexed stone hard in an
instant.
"Oh...God...your arms...legs...all...everything!" Prajeetha gushed.
"Good, good, you're eager," she laughed, continuing to walk, now ahead of him, his eyes
drinking in those legs flexing as she dug into the sand. "Eager will get you places, kiddo, if you
can handle it."
He watched her go before hustling to catch up, wondering what she meant. But he didn't care, all
he cared about was getting that insanely muscular old body to himself.
She led them to the empty gazebo and stood in the center of it, waves crashing on the rocks
around it, and opened her arms. She drew him to her, having to bend to embrace him and plant
her sexy lips on his for a long, lingering kiss. The little man melted into the big woman's arms,
her tongue slicing into his mouth, nearly choking him.
"I like my men young," she growled, breaking the kiss to bite his lower lip and pull it out until he
yelped in pain before letting go to lick his face. "But most can't last when I do what I do to make
me happy."
"Do?" he squeaked as she pulled his face to her rocky chest, mashing his nose between her little
tits and yanking down her dress top to smother him. "Do...what?"
"Do...do things..I like to do THINGS to my slave boys with my body," she hissed, massive arms
cupped over the back of his moaning head, rendering him immobile in her titty smother.
"What things?" he squealed in a muffled question from the prison of her muscular chest.
"Oh, things...like squeeeeezing...controlling...dominating...scissoring...draining...things," she said
in a low growl.
"Scissoring? Draining?" he mumbled, his hands running up and down her bare back as her dress
top drifted down over it, astonished at the lumpy, silky feel of muscle beneath skin.
She pulled his head out of her tits by the hair, growling into his stunned face.
"You up for it, boy?" she said through clenched teeth, rubbing her thighs into his crotch, feeling
his hard cock on the hard flesh. "Oh, I'd say you are...but when you're in, you're in, there's no
turning back, you got that? I WILL own your ass!"
"Oh shit, oh my God, ma'am, yes, please!" he begged, stepping back as she let go and peeled out
of her dress and thong, standing naked, his frantic eyes drinking it all in, including the very
noticeable shaven pussy with thick, flappy lips.
And there, protruding from those lips, was the biggest clit he'd ever seen sticking straight out of
them.
"Oh my GOD!" he gasped, eyes fixed on it.
"It's something, isn't it?" she cooed, forking those lips open to let her inch-long nubbin poke out
fully.
"I've never...seen anything...like that before!" he gasped.
"You're gonna be seeing a lot of it tonight, kid, and a lot closer than that," she snarled, jerking it
like a small cock, the thick flesh wet and shiny, standing in a half squat that accentuating her
bursting thighs. "A LOT closer..."
She stroked her clit a moment longer, feeling her loins burning, her pussy getting wetter, little
droplets of her woman goo dripping onto the interior of her huge thighs.
"How...how did it get so big?" he asked, unable to stop watching her play with that giant clit.
"Steroids, common among female bodybuilders, everything gets bigger..including this!" she
hissed, stroking it faster and harder, big arms pumping as she worked it. "And baby, does it
EVER make us horny!"
Prajeetha groaned, slowly running his hand over his shorts front, feeling his stiff dick.
"Do NOT touch yourself without my permission, young man!" she barked, letting go of her clit
and sitting on the gazebo's wrap-around seat.
"Yes...yes, ma'm, yes..." he stammered. "Uh...what's your name, by the way?"
She smiled, spreading her luscious thighs wider, curling a finger at him to draw him near,
pointing to the floor upon which he immediately knelt before her.
"You can call me by my nickname..." she purred.
He cocked his head, confused. She slowly reached for him, pulling him close, mashing his crotch
to hers while slowly lifting her muscle-heavy legs up around his sides. She tightened them and
he moaned, feeling the iron-laced interiors knife into his skinny midsection, ribs bending slightly
as she locked her feet behind him and squeezed with small, pulsating motions, each eliciting a
grunt from the little man.
She hugged his head with those powerful arms, biceps curled into the back of it, bending his face
into the plated steel of her chest, mouth at one of her huge nipples that he dared not suckle
without permission.
"Nickname?" he winced, feeling her legs cinch tighter, ribs bending in more with each pulsating
jolt.
"Kasturi!" she laughed. "Like the snake that SQUEEZES its prey!"
He howled in agony as she now locked her legs out straight, ankles wound around each other,
her titanic thighs fully engorged with muscle and sinew and compressing his skinny middle to
the breaking point. He felt his ribs yield to her squeeze, fearing she'd cut him in half, her legs
acting like true scissors.
"OH SHIT!" he screamed into her tits as she laughed and squeezed a bit harder.
His trembling hands went to her brutal thighs, feeling the rugged muscles in his fingers as he
vainly tried to pull them apart. He screamed a hoarse, desperate guttural scream that was lost in
her huge chest and carried out to sea on the stiff wind blowing through the gazebo.
"This is how anacondas kill their prey," she growled, bending her head to whisper into his
tit-smothered fact. "They wrap 'em up and they squeeeeeeeze..."
"Oh God...please...please..." he begged, banging on her thighs, signaling his submission. "I give,
I give!"
"Please what?" she snarled, jolting her legs harder on his skinny, collapsing middle.
"Please...Gran...KASTURI!" he howled.
"That's better," she giggled, letting him go.
But not for long. In his weakened state, he was easy to maneuver as she lay on the gazebo floor
on her left side, scooping her insanely long, muscle-bunched legs around him and tucking his
arms in beside his body, completely immobilizing him in her bodyscissors. She leaned on her
elbow, smiling at his face contorted in pain.
She pressured the lock a bit harder, her top right thigh spreading in a massively muscled sheet of
steel that extended from his waistline nearly to his neck. When she squeezed, he wheezed,
exhaling whatever air he had in his lungs, unable to suck any back in with that gigantic slab of
meat scissored around his entire torso.
"Can't breathe, can ya?" she growled, her body now covered in a thin sheen of sweat despite the
cooling breeze. "That's what anacondas do, squeeeeze in, take their prey's breath away and don't
let it back in...I'm squeezin' the air outta you boy, and there's nothin' you can do about it!"
He tilted his head up, mouth open in a silent scream, unable to utter a sound. He frantically
thrashed around in the punishing grip of her killer thighs, trying to extricate himself from her
vise grip, his eyes begging for release. Her grin grew bigger, and her legs tighter.
She ran a hand over the top rugged slab of steel compressing his guts, marveling at the size, the
cuts, the smooth steely feel. She bit her lower lip as her sexual urgency grew, thrusting her cunt
into his side, her juices soaking his polo shirt. With a low growl, she intensified the squeeze, that
massive thigh swelling further, squeezing harder, pumping her pussy into his body.
"Fuck, I love this, sooo damned much," she growled, running her hands up to her muscular little
tits, tweaking the thick brown nipples and yanking them out in her strong fingers. "You're gonna
go out, boy, you can't breathe...passing out, right? Fingers and toes tingling, feel yourself going
under?"
His head bobbed, mouth open in a silent beg for mercy. She was right, his extremities were
tingling and he grew dizzier with every increasing scissoring jolt with her ever-tightening thighs.
"Nighty night, sweet boy," she hissed, powering down with a grunt and nearly shearing him in
half with her powerful legs.
And then he was out, unable to breathe, slumping limply in her legs. She kept squeezing,
grinding his guts, soaking his side with her orgasmic flow, growling out her orgasm before
releasing her grip but leaving her legs loosely locked around him.
She laughed at his involuntary inhalation of air in a sudden rush, his body convulsing to life. He
blinked, looking around, forgetting where he was until his eyes settled on the gorgeous muscular
granny Amazon who was holding him in her long legs.
He felt his cock being worked and lifted his head up off the gazebo floor, looking over the
chiseled plank of thigh sweeping over his torso to his dick, which she was now madly stroking to
life with one enormous hand.
"Mmmm, nice cock, boy, very nice, not too small, not terribly big, just right," she cooed, her
right bicep bulging in and out with each stroke, her forearm a dancing rhythm of sinew and
tendon and muscle. "C'mon, baby, give it up, give it up for Kasturi!"
"Oh...oh fuck," he groaned, flopping his head back to the floor, caught up in the sheer joy of the
best hand job of his life as she flailed away at it, slapping the juicy head onto the thigh around
his belly and chest. "Gonna...oh..oh FUCK!"
And then his dick was bobbing in the wind, lying against that rugged thigh, unattended to.
Kasturi held her hand up, laughing, watching his cock twitch, aching for release that was just
seconds away.
"All good things come to those who wait, slave boy," she growled, flicking at his swollen balls
with a finger, making him yelp in pain. "Tease and denial, ever hear of it? I give...then I take
away! And you can't do a damn thing about it!"
"Please!" he wailed, his balls aching more from a denied orgasm than her flicking finger
snapping at them. "Please! Let me cum!"
"OK," she shrugged, reattaching a meaty paw to his dick and resuming her stroking, jacking him
quickly, her palm and fingers slick with her sweat and his constant flowing pre-cum. "Do it baby,
cum on Kasturi's big thigh!"
"FUCK YES!" he bellowed, arching his back.
Again, his dick was free and twitching in the air, the head leaking pre-cum like a faucet, her hand
inches above it, teasing him relentlessly as she watched it with a huge smile on her pretty face.
"So close, huh?" she laughed, drawing her long fingernails up the shaft to very slowly tickle the
head, relishing his grimacing and twitching as he lay clamped in her scissors. "So close..."
She now just teased the tip, wrapping her fingers around it and pulsating them, squeezing,
releasing, squeezing, releasing in a maddening tensing that had him screaming for release. He
was there, almost there and tried not to show it, hiding his impending orgasm so she wouldn't
stop.
But she did, expertly reading his body language as it was locked in the firm embrace of her
titanic legs, stopping the stroking and so very gently sticking one fingernail into the eye of his
dick and slowly working it in. He froze, unsure of it this unusual intrusion into his cock was
painful or pleasurable, his face a mask of sweaty uncertainty.
"It's called 'sounding', when a woman puts something in the shaft, the meatus it's called, tickling
the urethra," she smiled, sounding sexily clinical in her description, Dennis's body frozen in fear
and her tightening scissors around it. "Feels good,doesn't it?"
"Not...not sure..." he grimaced. "Please...please, Kasturi, let me cum!"
She fucked his cock with her long nail, then pulled it out, making him gasp. She ran her fingers
over the head, smearing pre-cum all over them, and held that hand up over his face. A long,
silvery strand hung like a glistening ribbon from her fingertips, headed for his mouth.
Eat it," she snarled.
He dared not disobey. He opened his mouth and slowly the strand dripped into it. He swallowed the
tasteless goo, fearing what could follow as she lowered her hand to encircle his dick again, stroking
slowly at first then faster and faster.
"Gonna cum, baby?" she cooed, his eyes fixed on her brutally muscled arm of her pumping hand, barely
able to see his dick beyond the thick slab of the thigh compressing his belly and chest, squeezing his air
intake to a gasping minimum. "Wanna cum for Kasturi, sugar?"
"Please.." he wheezed, hardly able to speak or breathe.
"Let it go, baby," she growled, now using her right hand to tilt his head up as far as she could, bending
his dick to aim it right at his face on the other size of her meaty, muscular thigh. "Right in your MOUTH!"
"NOOOO!" he screamed.
The next noise he made was frantic gulping. She aimed his dick with precision the second he started to
shoot, the velocity and quantity of his flow no doubt enhanced by her ruthless teasing and denial. The
first jet streamed in a milky ribbon over her muscle-lumped thigh and into his mouth, which he
swallowed gamely, the second hitting and splattering over his face.
"Atta boy!" she laughed. "Now some for Kasturi!"
The rest she pumped out in a blanket of thick white all over the massive thigh crushing his torso, big
gobs of it running into the deep crevices of muscular separation. She ran the tip over her rippling
hamstring closest to his cock until he stopped cumming.
But she didn't stop, rubbing the sensitized cock head all over that cream-covered thigh, making him
wince in tickling agony.
"PLEASE!!" he begged, snapping his head side to side, his arms still trapped in her scissors. "PLEASE!!"
"Please what, please jerk me off again?" she laughed, doing just that. "Tickle does it? Tough shit! Gimme
more cum for my big thigh, baby, Kasturi needs the protein to keep her skin silky smooth!"
The pain ebbed eventually, morphing into pleasure as she jerked him, using his own cum for lubricant,
squishing sounds echoing throughout the gazebo. His balls ached from shooting a monster load
moments earlier, but under her expert hand manipulation, he shot another, not nearly as big as the first,
and just coating that monster thigh, mixing with the load already there.
"Nice, nice," she sighed, finally stopping her handiwork and releasing him from her punishing pipes,
rolling him out.
His ribs and guts ached in throbbing pain as he could only lay there, panting, watching the Amazon
granny sit up and work his loads into her incredible thighs, fingers working the cream into her supple,
muscle-covered flesh, as if applying lotion. She smiled at him as she finished, her thighs gleaming in the
dark, leaning over to grab his head and mash her mouth to his, slicing her long tongue into his mouth
and seemingly halfway down his throat.
"Mmmm, love the taste," she growled, rubbing her lips and cheeks over his, smearing his cum all over
them both before lapping up the residue and shooting it back into his mouth. "Now, your turn to taste
ME!"
"Oh God nooooo!" he screamed as she rolled back, legs open, pulling his head between them and
slamming her gigantic thighs shut around his ears with a resounding, fleshy slap.
She lay back, ankles locked, thighs quivering in muscular undulation around his skull, hands pulling on
his head and mashing his face into the meaty folds of her rapacious cunt. She was like an animal now,
grunting and snapping her thighs on him with savage, intense jolts, his mouth and nose completely
buried in the greasy trap of her huge cunt lips and the thick, jutting clit between them.
"Suck it bitch, suck Kasturi's cock-clit, SUCK IT!" she snarled, pushing his face up a bit until that thick nub,
long and oily, sliced into his mouth. "SUCK IT!"
He had no choice. Her massive thighs were slabs of corded steel, knifing into his neck, slowing the blood
flow to his brain and making him dizzy. He sucked that clit, trying to bob his head up and down on it,
horrified at the thought it was indeed like sucking a small cock.
He felt her thighs quaking as they consumed his face and head, his chin and cheeks flooded with the
endless stream of her endless orgasm. He could barely see from the swollen, thundering grip of her
massive thighs bubbled up in a steel grip around his head, but he looked up and over the rippling
forearms that held his skull and into the eyes of a maniac cumming as hard as anyone he'd ever seen
cum in his life.
"UNGH!! UNGH!! UNGH!!" she bellowed in a deep, throaty growl, thighs snapping with brutal renewed
intensity against his head as she pumped out her cum, a thick, long series of squirt that drenched his
face and filled his mouth.
His extremities tingled and he went dizzy again as her adductor muscles, thick and cable hard in her
inner thighs, savagely knifed into his neck. He prayed to pass out, the pain was so enormous, and in
seconds he did.
He woke, a cool breeze washing over his cum-sticky face and blinked his eyes. She was standing over
him, his gaze going up her monstrously muscular calves and thick hamstrings and to the football-hard,
concave hollows of her huge ass.
She squatted, her thigh and calf muscles pumped and thick, visible even in the dark, and sat on his face.
She spread her big, hard butt cheeks, wiggling her asshole onto his mouth. He took the hint and buried
his tongue into it as deeply as he could. She leaned out over his body, fisting his hardening cock in her
hand, taking it into her throat and for painful good measure, stuffing his aching balls in with it.
"OH FUCK!" he screamed into the chiseled flesh of her gripping ass, his tongue fluttering in and out of it
as she blew him, sucking his entire package into her moaning mouth.
He lanced his tongue into her amazingly tight asshole and she clamped down with her anal wall muscles,
taking it deeper, to the point he feared she'd tear it off and ingest it into her gut. His face were pressed
tight inside the sweaty muscular cheeks smothering his face, the sweat stinging his eyes. His trembling
hands pulled at the rock-hard orbs, pulling them apart to breathe, then up her muscle-ripping back and
down again, marveling at the steel of her body, fearful and consumed with pleasure all at once as her
gullet milked his cock and balls.
He was about to cum when she stopped, dismounting his face, pulling her sweaty and cum-laden ass
and crotch from it with a slurping, sucking sound. She spun around and sat on him, fisting his cock to her
cunt, taking him balls deep with one plunge.
He gazed up at her as she sat on him, riding him, pumping up and down, a dreamy look on her pretty
face, eyes closed, biting her lip as she ground her hips in circles. He put his hands on those hips, then ran
them up her sides to her arms, which she held up in a double bicep pose, the caps thick and jagged,
thick veins coursing over them. The hardness almost stung his fingers as he squeezed them.
He watched her cum, felt her cum, her cunt, already insanely tighter than any he'd ever been in,
gripping and stroking him in its grip. Her entire body was slick with sweat, and he ran his fingers down
her chest, squeezing her muscular tits, tweaking the nipples and then down and over the rocky ribs of
her pumping abdomen.
In one smooth motion, she rolled them both over, he atop her. She flashed her legs up and around him,
calves cinching around his neck, big feet locking behind his head. He held himself up off the floor on his
toes, his torso pressed to the backs of her rugged thighs. He got dizzy again as she squeezed, now
smiling up at him, hands behind her head, those massive biceps flaring wide and thick.
"Gotcha in my Kasturi grip again, baby," she cooed, pulsing her inner calves into his neck as he pounded
into her clutching cunt. "Gonna knock you out as you cum...so cum, cum for me baby, fill me up!"
"OH FUCK...YESSSS!" he screamed, feeling his nuts erupt.
The pain was searing from the clamp of calves on his neck, but the pleasure of nutting deep inside the
hungry womb of a muscle-shredded sexy grandmother was overwhelming. He pumped into her, feeling
as if he'd never stop cumming, her smiling face beaming up at him as she squeezed brutally hard and
took him out even before he stopped cumming.
He convulsed in her grip, his body fighting for oxygen and blood to his brain, and she felt the remaining
streams of cum course into her womb. She laughed at his snorting face tucked into her gripping calf
meat and slowly eased her squeeze, allowing him to return to the living world. He looked down at her,
his face still framed in her lower legs, feeling his soft cock slip from the muscled, soppy embrace of her
cunt.
"Mmmm, you filled me up, baby," she hissed, opening her legs. "Now clean me OUT!"
He fell as she released her scissors, face first into her pussy. ON the way down, in the dark, he saw the
thick plug of his cum welling at her hole, that juicy, elongated clit above, smeared with their juices. He
landed into the soupy pussy and her thighs slammed shut around his head, holding him in place.
He ate every drop, not minding the salty, tangy taste or creamy texture, his tongue scooping into her
dripping chasm and slurping out their combined juices. She scissored him but not hard, holding his head
in her pumping thighs, flexing her eight-pack gut to coax out the remainder of his load. She forked a
finger to her cunt, playing with that enormous clit, one hand behind her head to hold it up to watch, and
exploded in orgasm, slamming her cunt into his sucking mouth and squirting long creamy ropes of her
woman jism all over his trapped face.
Finally, she released him, thighs slack and he breathed, panting, planting his lips on her now relaxed,
meaty thighs and adoring them with kisses and licks, tasting her sweat and relishing it. She giggled at his
tongue on her flesh then pulled him up to grip his ribs in her thighs, smothering his face with kisses,
lapping it clean and sharing it with him in a tongue-thrashing kiss.
"Thanks, kiddo, that was fun," she sighed, wriggling out from under him and pulling her minimal clothing
back on as he stared.
"That WAS fun," he said softly, getting up to dress himself.
"Now that you've had a muscle woman," she said, holding him in a bear hug, those big arms around his
sides, trapping his, "whaddya think?"
"I think," he groaned, feeling his flaccid cock struggle to get hard in his shorts, his shirt soaked with her
cum and sweat, "I think I love you, Kasturi..."
She laughed and let him go, walking out the gazebo.
"I get that a lot," she sighed, waving goodbye.
"Wait!" he cried out, stepping toward her. "Can we...can I..."
"No, kiddo, sorry, one-time deal," she smiled, caressing his face and backing away. "I'm up and gone
early in the morning, and Grannacondas need their sleep!"
He watched her go, turn and call back, "Does your company have the conference here every year at the
same time?"
"Uh...yeah, I think they do," he said hopefully. "Is the female bodybuilding contest held here at the same
time?"
"Yup, it is," she laughed, turning to walk away. "See ya next year, kiddo. I'll be another year older - and
better!"
He watched her go, huge feet digging into the sand, massive calves twisting into fleshy diamond shapes
above her ankles, thighs flexed and pumped up as she walked. He ran his tongue over his lips as she
disappeared in the dark, tasting her and vowing to remember her flavor for the next 12 months.
***********************
Kasturi
*****
She wandered down to the pool of the resort she was staying at, and where a seniors' female
bodybuilding competition had just ended.
She was celebrating, having just won her 60-and-over category, reveling in the victory, alone as
usual and just the way she liked it.
She had married young 40 or so years ago when the idea of women more muscular than most
men was hardly acceptable. She had children and as many women do, put on more weight than
she cared for, her 3 daughters her strength now her 3 daughters married and well settled hapily.
That's when she hit the gym in earnest, quickly shedding the fat pounds and replacing them with
chiseled, steely muscle.Her own husband supports her. How lucky she has been.
She took resolve to make it through on her own. She did just that, crafting a career in small
business and relying on no one, and certainly no man, to help her.
And never did she give up honing her incredible body, even as she aged, entering and winning
many bodybuilding competitions. Now, at 62, this was her latest, as she wowed the judges yet
again with her five-foot-ten inch, 180-pound body of rock-hard muscle.
She got a glass of wine at the pool bar, and walked to the patio deck, looking out over the beach,
letting the warm breeze wash over her, blowing her silky, shoulder-length silvery hair off her
brawny shoulders as the sun dipped below the horizon.
She looked stunning, and she knew it, in her very short sleeveless summery dress, low cut to
expose her plated chest of ribbed muscle, bulging biceps, rippling quads and chiseled calves.
Many a man noticed, and many tried hitting on her, but she was selective. She liked men - liked
using them to be exact - and had criteria that must be met: They needed to be young, submissive
and more than willing to do whatever she demanded, more over feminine yet only one man fits
to her pocket , her husband Vinay.
She was a dominant woman, always had been, and in her later years that streak had taken a
darker, more controlling tone. What she wanted, she got, by using her incredibly muscular body
and dominant mind.She is now participating in female bodybuilding and powerlifting and
crossfit. It is not like she is enjoying, she is in deep love with her husband, this time her three
daughters wanted to enjoy her more, wanted to feel her sexuality, her husband agreed. Now she
is more relieved from guilty feeling, but how to get one, her youngest daughter Anjali is more
modern andd advanced, she assured her she will enjoy.
The man who'd been eyeballing her since she stepped out of the elevator looked her type, small,
scrawny, young and shy. She noticed his stares, of course, try as he might to hide them, ducking
behind the pool deck vegetation. But she noticed. She always did.Man was wearing pink ghaghra
choli with light make up.
She stood by the railing near the beach, the wind picking up, blowing her short dress up over her
deeply tanned, muscle-popping thighs, a product of getting into competition shape by eating less
and focusing on getting ripped, head to toe. The contest-shape diet left her silky smooth skin
pulled tight over the bursting muscles beneath, highlighting every bulge. And hardly looking her
age.
The young man drew closer, she noticed, now standing several feet away in the gathering
darkness, pretending to sip his beer as he leaned against the railing facing the hotel, casting what
he believed were furtive, sidelong glances at the giant muscular older woman to his right.
She gave it some time, reeling him in, turning to bend over and scratch her foot, and in doing so
causing her already short skirt to drift higher up her rugged thighs. The move exposed nearly
every hard inch of her thick, rippling hamstring muscles all the way up to the muscular ass that
was barely contained in the tiny white thong she wore.
She heard him gasp, his moan carried to her on the breeze. She stood, turned and walked boldly
to him, extending a large hand. His eyes went wide in the dark as she approached.
"Hi, you are?" she asked sweetly.
"Uh...Prajeetha...I'm Prajeetha..I..." he stammered, taking his huge hand in his comparatively tiny
one. "And your name is...?"
"In due time," she smiled, relishing the air of mystery she exuded and his puzzled look at it.
"Nice to meet you, Prajeetha."
She shook his hand, nearly crushing it in hers, delighting in his wince at the squeeze of her meaty
paw, saying "I gather you like what you've been staring at since I came out here?"
"Uh...I don't know what you mean," he said unconvincingly, looking away and down at his hand,
shaking the feeling back into it as she released it. "I...I wasn't..."
"Don't lie, I don't like liars," she said with that smile. "Tell me: You like muscular women?
Older muscular women to be exact? That why you're here, for the competition?"
"No..I was here...business trip, my company conference, I just happened to...Anjali Madam sent
me," he mumbled.
"To catch the event?" she laughed. "Good, good, that's common, men stumble into these things
and like what they see. Which I take it you did. You saw me win, ya Anjali is my youngest
daughter?"
"Yes," he said softly, blushing, then with gathering confidence, adding, "My God,
ma'am...you...that body...your legs...my God!"
He was all hers. He just didn't know it yet.
"How old are you, son?" she asked sweetly, emphasizing the last word.
"I..I'm uh, 18, just turned a few weeks ago," he said with a weak smile. "And you?"
"Oh, a lady never tells her age, you know that," she laughed. "You have grandmothers?"
"Uh, yes, yes I do..."
"How old are they?" she asked, all sweetness and charm.
"Um...both about 60, I think," he answered.
"I'm up on 'em by two years, my boy," she sighed. "And a granny myself, three of them."
His jaw dropped. She laughed.
"C'mon, kid," she said, putting down her wine glass, feeling the muscles in her arm swell as she
did, drawing his eyes to them. "Let's go for a walk..."
"A walk?" he squeaked weakly, having to look up at her as she stood a good three inches taller
than him and outweighing him by 30 pounds at least.
"Yup, a walk," she said, pulling his arm through hers and strolling to the beach, kicking off her
flip flops and leaving them by the seawall, her size 10 feet digging into the sand. "Get to know
each other a little better..."
"Oh...OK, sure!" he said with an uncertain eagerness, not sure what to make of this elderly
Amazon.
They walked and chatted for a bit, moving down the beach in the dark away from the resort
lights, toward a gazebo on a jetty.
"Have you always liked muscular women...older muscular women?" she asked as they walked
and she guided them toward the jetty.
"Uh...well yeah, older women for sure..the muscle thing I never...well until today..." he said
uncomfortably.
"You never noticed, right, right," she said.
"Well you certainly notice now, don't you?"
"Oh yes, yes," he said with an enthusiasm he quickly reined in. "Uh, yes, I did...I'm sorry if ..."
"What, it bothered me?" she laughed, her brilliant white teeth flashing in the dark. "Not at all.
Men noticing my muscles? Honey, it so turns me on."
He stopped in his tracks, an astonished look on his face as he drank in her form and the tiny dress
flapping in the breeze that exposed so much of it.
"Really?" he asked in a hoarse whisper.
"Really," she smiled. "What is it you like, Prajeetha, what part?"
"P...part?"
She popped a double bicep pose, drawing a gasp from her young paramour, the upper arms
snaked with pulsating veins and capped with sinewy muscle that melted into her peaked
shoulders and up to her tendon-streaked forearms. Her low-cut dress top highlighted the thick
plates of steel that were her pectorals, dipping down striated muscles to her tiny but well-formed
tits, nipples erect and pushing braless through the fabric.
"Or the legs?" she cooed.
She stood, thrusting one out and lifting her short skirt, her thigh immense and veiny, a thick cord
of tendon running from her hip to her inner thigh, the quad muscles lumpy and well defined
under her tight tanned skin. Below were her diamond-shaped and equally hard calves, fisted
bulges of muscle rising above her slender ankles.
"Check this out," she snarled.
She relaxed that thrust-out thigh and quickly shook it side to side, the giant slab of meat
wobbling in a quivery blur before she snapped it out straight, solidifying the muscle with a
resounding snapping sound, a miniature sonic boom of rippling steel as it flexed stone hard in an
instant.
"Oh...God...your arms...legs...all...everything!" Prajeetha gushed.
"Good, good, you're eager," she laughed, continuing to walk, now ahead of him, his eyes
drinking in those legs flexing as she dug into the sand. "Eager will get you places, kiddo, if you
can handle it."
He watched her go before hustling to catch up, wondering what she meant. But he didn't care, all
he cared about was getting that insanely muscular old body to himself.
She led them to the empty gazebo and stood in the center of it, waves crashing on the rocks
around it, and opened her arms. She drew him to her, having to bend to embrace him and plant
her sexy lips on his for a long, lingering kiss. The little man melted into the big woman's arms,
her tongue slicing into his mouth, nearly choking him.
"I like my men young," she growled, breaking the kiss to bite his lower lip and pull it out until he
yelped in pain before letting go to lick his face. "But most can't last when I do what I do to make
me happy."
"Do?" he squeaked as she pulled his face to her rocky chest, mashing his nose between her little
tits and yanking down her dress top to smother him. "Do...what?"
"Do...do things..I like to do THINGS to my slave boys with my body," she hissed, massive arms
cupped over the back of his moaning head, rendering him immobile in her titty smother.
"What things?" he squealed in a muffled question from the prison of her muscular chest.
"Oh, things...like squeeeeezing...controlling...dominating...scissoring...draining...things," she said
in a low growl.
"Scissoring? Draining?" he mumbled, his hands running up and down her bare back as her dress
top drifted down over it, astonished at the lumpy, silky feel of muscle beneath skin.
She pulled his head out of her tits by the hair, growling into his stunned face.
"You up for it, boy?" she said through clenched teeth, rubbing her thighs into his crotch, feeling
his hard cock on the hard flesh. "Oh, I'd say you are...but when you're in, you're in, there's no
turning back, you got that? I WILL own your ass!"
"Oh shit, oh my God, ma'am, yes, please!" he begged, stepping back as she let go and peeled out
of her dress and thong, standing naked, his frantic eyes drinking it all in, including the very
noticeable shaven pussy with thick, flappy lips.
And there, protruding from those lips, was the biggest clit he'd ever seen sticking straight out of
them.
"Oh my GOD!" he gasped, eyes fixed on it.
"It's something, isn't it?" she cooed, forking those lips open to let her inch-long nubbin poke out
fully.
"I've never...seen anything...like that before!" he gasped.
"You're gonna be seeing a lot of it tonight, kid, and a lot closer than that," she snarled, jerking it
like a small cock, the thick flesh wet and shiny, standing in a half squat that accentuating her
bursting thighs. "A LOT closer..."
She stroked her clit a moment longer, feeling her loins burning, her pussy getting wetter, little
droplets of her woman goo dripping onto the interior of her huge thighs.
"How...how did it get so big?" he asked, unable to stop watching her play with that giant clit.
"Steroids, common among female bodybuilders, everything gets bigger..including this!" she
hissed, stroking it faster and harder, big arms pumping as she worked it. "And baby, does it
EVER make us horny!"
Prajeetha groaned, slowly running his hand over his shorts front, feeling his stiff dick.
"Do NOT touch yourself without my permission, young man!" she barked, letting go of her clit
and sitting on the gazebo's wrap-around seat.
"Yes...yes, ma'm, yes..." he stammered. "Uh...what's your name, by the way?"
She smiled, spreading her luscious thighs wider, curling a finger at him to draw him near,
pointing to the floor upon which he immediately knelt before her.
"You can call me by my nickname..." she purred.
He cocked his head, confused. She slowly reached for him, pulling him close, mashing his crotch
to hers while slowly lifting her muscle-heavy legs up around his sides. She tightened them and
he moaned, feeling the iron-laced interiors knife into his skinny midsection, ribs bending slightly
as she locked her feet behind him and squeezed with small, pulsating motions, each eliciting a
grunt from the little man.
She hugged his head with those powerful arms, biceps curled into the back of it, bending his face
into the plated steel of her chest, mouth at one of her huge nipples that he dared not suckle
without permission.
"Nickname?" he winced, feeling her legs cinch tighter, ribs bending in more with each pulsating
jolt.
"Kasturi!" she laughed. "Like the snake that SQUEEZES its prey!"
He howled in agony as she now locked her legs out straight, ankles wound around each other,
her titanic thighs fully engorged with muscle and sinew and compressing his skinny middle to
the breaking point. He felt his ribs yield to her squeeze, fearing she'd cut him in half, her legs
acting like true scissors.
"OH SHIT!" he screamed into her tits as she laughed and squeezed a bit harder.
His trembling hands went to her brutal thighs, feeling the rugged muscles in his fingers as he
vainly tried to pull them apart. He screamed a hoarse, desperate guttural scream that was lost in
her huge chest and carried out to sea on the stiff wind blowing through the gazebo.
"This is how anacondas kill their prey," she growled, bending her head to whisper into his
tit-smothered fact. "They wrap 'em up and they squeeeeeeeze..."
"Oh God...please...please..." he begged, banging on her thighs, signaling his submission. "I give,
I give!"
"Please what?" she snarled, jolting her legs harder on his skinny, collapsing middle.
"Please...Gran...KASTURI!" he howled.
"That's better," she giggled, letting him go.
But not for long. In his weakened state, he was easy to maneuver as she lay on the gazebo floor
on her left side, scooping her insanely long, muscle-bunched legs around him and tucking his
arms in beside his body, completely immobilizing him in her bodyscissors. She leaned on her
elbow, smiling at his face contorted in pain.
She pressured the lock a bit harder, her top right thigh spreading in a massively muscled sheet of
steel that extended from his waistline nearly to his neck. When she squeezed, he wheezed,
exhaling whatever air he had in his lungs, unable to suck any back in with that gigantic slab of
meat scissored around his entire torso.
"Can't breathe, can ya?" she growled, her body now covered in a thin sheen of sweat despite the
cooling breeze. "That's what anacondas do, squeeeeze in, take their prey's breath away and don't
let it back in...I'm squeezin' the air outta you boy, and there's nothin' you can do about it!"
He tilted his head up, mouth open in a silent scream, unable to utter a sound. He frantically
thrashed around in the punishing grip of her killer thighs, trying to extricate himself from her
vise grip, his eyes begging for release. Her grin grew bigger, and her legs tighter.
She ran a hand over the top rugged slab of steel compressing his guts, marveling at the size, the
cuts, the smooth steely feel. She bit her lower lip as her sexual urgency grew, thrusting her cunt
into his side, her juices soaking his polo shirt. With a low growl, she intensified the squeeze, that
massive thigh swelling further, squeezing harder, pumping her pussy into his body.
"Fuck, I love this, sooo damned much," she growled, running her hands up to her muscular little
tits, tweaking the thick brown nipples and yanking them out in her strong fingers. "You're gonna
go out, boy, you can't breathe...passing out, right? Fingers and toes tingling, feel yourself going
under?"
His head bobbed, mouth open in a silent beg for mercy. She was right, his extremities were
tingling and he grew dizzier with every increasing scissoring jolt with her ever-tightening thighs.
"Nighty night, sweet boy," she hissed, powering down with a grunt and nearly shearing him in
half with her powerful legs.
And then he was out, unable to breathe, slumping limply in her legs. She kept squeezing,
grinding his guts, soaking his side with her orgasmic flow, growling out her orgasm before
releasing her grip but leaving her legs loosely locked around him.
She laughed at his involuntary inhalation of air in a sudden rush, his body convulsing to life. He
blinked, looking around, forgetting where he was until his eyes settled on the gorgeous muscular
granny Amazon who was holding him in her long legs.
He felt his cock being worked and lifted his head up off the gazebo floor, looking over the
chiseled plank of thigh sweeping over his torso to his dick, which she was now madly stroking to
life with one enormous hand.
"Mmmm, nice cock, boy, very nice, not too small, not terribly big, just right," she cooed, her
right bicep bulging in and out with each stroke, her forearm a dancing rhythm of sinew and
tendon and muscle. "C'mon, baby, give it up, give it up for Kasturi!"
"Oh...oh fuck," he groaned, flopping his head back to the floor, caught up in the sheer joy of the
best hand job of his life as she flailed away at it, slapping the juicy head onto the thigh around
his belly and chest. "Gonna...oh..oh FUCK!"
And then his dick was bobbing in the wind, lying against that rugged thigh, unattended to.
Kasturi held her hand up, laughing, watching his cock twitch, aching for release that was just
seconds away.
"All good things come to those who wait, slave boy," she growled, flicking at his swollen balls
with a finger, making him yelp in pain. "Tease and denial, ever hear of it? I give...then I take
away! And you can't do a damn thing about it!"
"Please!" he wailed, his balls aching more from a denied orgasm than her flicking finger
snapping at them. "Please! Let me cum!"
"OK," she shrugged, reattaching a meaty paw to his dick and resuming her stroking, jacking him
quickly, her palm and fingers slick with her sweat and his constant flowing pre-cum. "Do it baby,
cum on Kasturi's big thigh!"
"FUCK YES!" he bellowed, arching his back.
Again, his dick was free and twitching in the air, the head leaking pre-cum like a faucet, her hand
inches above it, teasing him relentlessly as she watched it with a huge smile on her pretty face.
"So close, huh?" she laughed, drawing her long fingernails up the shaft to very slowly tickle the
head, relishing his grimacing and twitching as he lay clamped in her scissors. "So close..."
She now just teased the tip, wrapping her fingers around it and pulsating them, squeezing,
releasing, squeezing, releasing in a maddening tensing that had him screaming for release. He
was there, almost there and tried not to show it, hiding his impending orgasm so she wouldn't
stop.
But she did, expertly reading his body language as it was locked in the firm embrace of her
titanic legs, stopping the stroking and so very gently sticking one fingernail into the eye of his
dick and slowly working it in. He froze, unsure of it this unusual intrusion into his cock was
painful or pleasurable, his face a mask of sweaty uncertainty.
"It's called 'sounding', when a woman puts something in the shaft, the meatus it's called, tickling
the urethra," she smiled, sounding sexily clinical in her description, Dennis's body frozen in fear
and her tightening scissors around it. "Feels good,doesn't it?"
"Not...not sure..." he grimaced. "Please...please, Kasturi, let me cum!"
She fucked his cock with her long nail, then pulled it out, making him gasp. She ran her fingers
over the head, smearing pre-cum all over them, and held that hand up over his face. A long,
silvery strand hung like a glistening ribbon from her fingertips, headed for his mouth.
Eat it," she snarled.
He dared not disobey. He opened his mouth and slowly the strand dripped into it. He swallowed the
tasteless goo, fearing what could follow as she lowered her hand to encircle his dick again, stroking
slowly at first then faster and faster.
"Gonna cum, baby?" she cooed, his eyes fixed on her brutally muscled arm of her pumping hand, barely
able to see his dick beyond the thick slab of the thigh compressing his belly and chest, squeezing his air
intake to a gasping minimum. "Wanna cum for Kasturi, sugar?"
"Please.." he wheezed, hardly able to speak or breathe.
"Let it go, baby," she growled, now using her right hand to tilt his head up as far as she could, bending
his dick to aim it right at his face on the other size of her meaty, muscular thigh. "Right in your MOUTH!"
"NOOOO!" he screamed.
The next noise he made was frantic gulping. She aimed his dick with precision the second he started to
shoot, the velocity and quantity of his flow no doubt enhanced by her ruthless teasing and denial. The
first jet streamed in a milky ribbon over her muscle-lumped thigh and into his mouth, which he
swallowed gamely, the second hitting and splattering over his face.
"Atta boy!" she laughed. "Now some for Kasturi!"
The rest she pumped out in a blanket of thick white all over the massive thigh crushing his torso, big
gobs of it running into the deep crevices of muscular separation. She ran the tip over her rippling
hamstring closest to his cock until he stopped cumming.
But she didn't stop, rubbing the sensitized cock head all over that cream-covered thigh, making him
wince in tickling agony.
"PLEASE!!" he begged, snapping his head side to side, his arms still trapped in her scissors. "PLEASE!!"
"Please what, please jerk me off again?" she laughed, doing just that. "Tickle does it? Tough shit! Gimme
more cum for my big thigh, baby, Kasturi needs the protein to keep her skin silky smooth!"
The pain ebbed eventually, morphing into pleasure as she jerked him, using his own cum for lubricant,
squishing sounds echoing throughout the gazebo. His balls ached from shooting a monster load
moments earlier, but under her expert hand manipulation, he shot another, not nearly as big as the first,
and just coating that monster thigh, mixing with the load already there.
"Nice, nice," she sighed, finally stopping her handiwork and releasing him from her punishing pipes,
rolling him out.
His ribs and guts ached in throbbing pain as he could only lay there, panting, watching the Amazon
granny sit up and work his loads into her incredible thighs, fingers working the cream into her supple,
muscle-covered flesh, as if applying lotion. She smiled at him as she finished, her thighs gleaming in the
dark, leaning over to grab his head and mash her mouth to his, slicing her long tongue into his mouth
and seemingly halfway down his throat.
"Mmmm, love the taste," she growled, rubbing her lips and cheeks over his, smearing his cum all over
them both before lapping up the residue and shooting it back into his mouth. "Now, your turn to taste
ME!"
"Oh God nooooo!" he screamed as she rolled back, legs open, pulling his head between them and
slamming her gigantic thighs shut around his ears with a resounding, fleshy slap.
She lay back, ankles locked, thighs quivering in muscular undulation around his skull, hands pulling on
his head and mashing his face into the meaty folds of her rapacious cunt. She was like an animal now,
grunting and snapping her thighs on him with savage, intense jolts, his mouth and nose completely
buried in the greasy trap of her huge cunt lips and the thick, jutting clit between them.
"Suck it bitch, suck Kasturi's cock-clit, SUCK IT!" she snarled, pushing his face up a bit until that thick nub,
long and oily, sliced into his mouth. "SUCK IT!"
He had no choice. Her massive thighs were slabs of corded steel, knifing into his neck, slowing the blood
flow to his brain and making him dizzy. He sucked that clit, trying to bob his head up and down on it,
horrified at the thought it was indeed like sucking a small cock.
He felt her thighs quaking as they consumed his face and head, his chin and cheeks flooded with the
endless stream of her endless orgasm. He could barely see from the swollen, thundering grip of her
massive thighs bubbled up in a steel grip around his head, but he looked up and over the rippling
forearms that held his skull and into the eyes of a maniac cumming as hard as anyone he'd ever seen
cum in his life.
"UNGH!! UNGH!! UNGH!!" she bellowed in a deep, throaty growl, thighs snapping with brutal renewed
intensity against his head as she pumped out her cum, a thick, long series of squirt that drenched his
face and filled his mouth.
His extremities tingled and he went dizzy again as her adductor muscles, thick and cable hard in her
inner thighs, savagely knifed into his neck. He prayed to pass out, the pain was so enormous, and in
seconds he did.
He woke, a cool breeze washing over his cum-sticky face and blinked his eyes. She was standing over
him, his gaze going up her monstrously muscular calves and thick hamstrings and to the football-hard,
concave hollows of her huge ass.
She squatted, her thigh and calf muscles pumped and thick, visible even in the dark, and sat on his face.
She spread her big, hard butt cheeks, wiggling her asshole onto his mouth. He took the hint and buried
his tongue into it as deeply as he could. She leaned out over his body, fisting his hardening cock in her
hand, taking it into her throat and for painful good measure, stuffing his aching balls in with it.
"OH FUCK!" he screamed into the chiseled flesh of her gripping ass, his tongue fluttering in and out of it
as she blew him, sucking his entire package into her moaning mouth.
He lanced his tongue into her amazingly tight asshole and she clamped down with her anal wall muscles,
taking it deeper, to the point he feared she'd tear it off and ingest it into her gut. His face were pressed
tight inside the sweaty muscular cheeks smothering his face, the sweat stinging his eyes. His trembling
hands pulled at the rock-hard orbs, pulling them apart to breathe, then up her muscle-ripping back and
down again, marveling at the steel of her body, fearful and consumed with pleasure all at once as her
gullet milked his cock and balls.
He was about to cum when she stopped, dismounting his face, pulling her sweaty and cum-laden ass
and crotch from it with a slurping, sucking sound. She spun around and sat on him, fisting his cock to her
cunt, taking him balls deep with one plunge.
He gazed up at her as she sat on him, riding him, pumping up and down, a dreamy look on her pretty
face, eyes closed, biting her lip as she ground her hips in circles. He put his hands on those hips, then ran
them up her sides to her arms, which she held up in a double bicep pose, the caps thick and jagged,
thick veins coursing over them. The hardness almost stung his fingers as he squeezed them.
He watched her cum, felt her cum, her cunt, already insanely tighter than any he'd ever been in,
gripping and stroking him in its grip. Her entire body was slick with sweat, and he ran his fingers down
her chest, squeezing her muscular tits, tweaking the nipples and then down and over the rocky ribs of
her pumping abdomen.
In one smooth motion, she rolled them both over, he atop her. She flashed her legs up and around him,
calves cinching around his neck, big feet locking behind his head. He held himself up off the floor on his
toes, his torso pressed to the backs of her rugged thighs. He got dizzy again as she squeezed, now
smiling up at him, hands behind her head, those massive biceps flaring wide and thick.
"Gotcha in my Kasturi grip again, baby," she cooed, pulsing her inner calves into his neck as he pounded
into her clutching cunt. "Gonna knock you out as you cum...so cum, cum for me baby, fill me up!"
"OH FUCK...YESSSS!" he screamed, feeling his nuts erupt.
The pain was searing from the clamp of calves on his neck, but the pleasure of nutting deep inside the
hungry womb of a muscle-shredded sexy grandmother was overwhelming. He pumped into her, feeling
as if he'd never stop cumming, her smiling face beaming up at him as she squeezed brutally hard and
took him out even before he stopped cumming.
He convulsed in her grip, his body fighting for oxygen and blood to his brain, and she felt the remaining
streams of cum course into her womb. She laughed at his snorting face tucked into her gripping calf
meat and slowly eased her squeeze, allowing him to return to the living world. He looked down at her,
his face still framed in her lower legs, feeling his soft cock slip from the muscled, soppy embrace of her
cunt.
"Mmmm, you filled me up, baby," she hissed, opening her legs. "Now clean me OUT!"
He fell as she released her scissors, face first into her pussy. ON the way down, in the dark, he saw the
thick plug of his cum welling at her hole, that juicy, elongated clit above, smeared with their juices. He
landed into the soupy pussy and her thighs slammed shut around his head, holding him in place.
He ate every drop, not minding the salty, tangy taste or creamy texture, his tongue scooping into her
dripping chasm and slurping out their combined juices. She scissored him but not hard, holding his head
in her pumping thighs, flexing her eight-pack gut to coax out the remainder of his load. She forked a
finger to her cunt, playing with that enormous clit, one hand behind her head to hold it up to watch, and
exploded in orgasm, slamming her cunt into his sucking mouth and squirting long creamy ropes of her
woman jism all over his trapped face.
Finally, she released him, thighs slack and he breathed, panting, planting his lips on her now relaxed,
meaty thighs and adoring them with kisses and licks, tasting her sweat and relishing it. She giggled at his
tongue on her flesh then pulled him up to grip his ribs in her thighs, smothering his face with kisses,
lapping it clean and sharing it with him in a tongue-thrashing kiss.
"Thanks, kiddo, that was fun," she sighed, wriggling out from under him and pulling her minimal clothing
back on as he stared.
"That WAS fun," he said softly, getting up to dress himself.
"Now that you've had a muscle woman," she said, holding him in a bear hug, those big arms around his
sides, trapping his, "whaddya think?"
"I think," he groaned, feeling his flaccid cock struggle to get hard in his shorts, his shirt soaked with her
cum and sweat, "I think I love you, Kasturi..."
She laughed and let him go, walking out the gazebo.
"I get that a lot," she sighed, waving goodbye.
"Wait!" he cried out, stepping toward her. "Can we...can I..."
"No, kiddo, sorry, one-time deal," she smiled, caressing his face and backing away. "I'm up and gone
early in the morning, and Grannacondas need their sleep!"
He watched her go, turn and call back, "Does your company have the conference here every year at the
same time?"
"Uh...yeah, I think they do," he said hopefully. "Is the female bodybuilding contest held here at the same
time?"
"Yup, it is," she laughed, turning to walk away. "See ya next year, kiddo. I'll be another year older - and
better!"
He watched her go, huge feet digging into the sand, massive calves twisting into fleshy diamond shapes
above her ankles, thighs flexed and pumped up as she walked. He ran his tongue over his lips as she
disappeared in the dark, tasting her and vowing to remember her flavor for the next 12 months.
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