Jessica 4

It wasn’t long before Jessica and I had moved in together and built a home gym in the basement of the apartment that we rented. We were down in the basement, like most nights, pumping iron. Tonight was bench press, and Jessica had the bar loaded with 200 lbs. After ten reps, she wanted more.

"Can you add more weight?  I'm feeling REALLY strong tonight for some reason!"  I was only too happy to oblige.  I added 10lbs to each side, 220lbs now.

She struggled a little bit, but continued to press forward and then let the weight come back towards her slow and steady.

"Mmmm, god I love the pump in my pecs and triceps when I do this exercise," she cooed.  She was starting to sweat a little, and her sports bra struggled to contain her big tits and seemingly bigger pecs.

"More!" she exclaimed, grinning.

"You really are feeling strong tonight, aren’t you?" I asked, replacing the 10's with 25's. 250lbs now.

"Oh yeah, babe, I’ve been doing two-a-days, hitting the weights at lunch at the company gym," she explained as she started to press the weight.

"I just LOVE lifting. It really turns me on to pump iron and see my muscles flex," she said, licking her lips.

After eight reps, she still wanted more. "God I feel so STRONG tonight, and this is getting me a great pump!" she said, flexing her pecs, causing her massive tits to bounce. She reached her hand under her sports bra and felt up her pecs.

"I've never felt them so big!  Let's see if I can break my record, up the weight again."

I took off the 25's and added two 35's on.  280lbs now.

She got a determined look on her face, then pressed with all her strength.

"ONE!" she growled, "TWO… THREE..  FOUR…  FIIIIIIVE" and then she couldn't do any more.

“280lbs, babe! That’s amazing!” I said.

"Oh my god!  I didn't know I was so strong!" she said, flexing and admiring her right tricep while she ran her left hand up and down it.

"I really love the pump, god my muscles feel so sexy and hard," she said.

"Want to do bicep curls next?" I suggested hopefully.

"Sure, I LOVE my biceps," she said, hitting a hard right biceps pose for me.  She looked down at her muscle and lovingly kissed it.

"I wish my biceps were bigger, though... I mean, a LOT bigger."  She flexed her bicep over and over, trying to pump it bigger.  After the fifth flex, she slowly licked it with her long, sexy tongue as she looked at me.  God she was hot!

I handed her the 25lb dumbbells to warm up, and she started curling.  Those sinewy muscular arms sprang to striated, vascular life as she curled the weight over and over.  Ten reps and her forearms and biceps were starting to show a nice pump.

"More!"

I took the 25lbs dumbbells and handed her 40lbs dumbbells. She finished another set.

"MORE!  God this feels good, I love these muscles."

I took the 40lbs dumbbells and handed her 50lbs dumbbells.

"This is a lot, don't hurt yourself," I half-seriously warned her.

She just smiled and started curling.  On the second or third, she looked down at her biceps and watched as the muscle rose up her arm into a nice little peak, then elongated back down as she lowered the weight.  Almost painfully slow, she curled the weight again and again.

"More."  This was not a request.

I looked quizzically at her. The 50lbs she just curled was a new max at the number of reps she was doing. Could she handle more?

“Just give me the 65 pounders, babe! Come on, I’m feeling so PUMPED!”

I shrugged and got them for her. They were heavy enough that it took me some real efforts. Jessica just grabbed them and started to lift.

"OH YES" she said, straining hard but nevertheless curling the weights up.  Her arms shook and she was sweating profusely, but she did six reps before she couldn't do any more.  She put the dumbbells down and then flexed her right bicep, again running her left hand over the muscle, feeling how hard and big it had gotten from the pump.

"What do you think? not bad, huh?"

"65lbs dumbbell curls, Jess. That’s amazing!" I exclaimed.

"Mmmm, that felt sooooo goooooooood," she oozed, "I LOVE getting stronger!"  She did a double-biceps pose and grinned at me.  "And BIGGER, I don't think my arms have ever been this pumped before!"

I couldn't resist, I reached out and felt her deceptively-strong bicep.That quickly moved to feeling her pecs, then her back. Our lips met in a wet, lip-smacking kiss. I felt the bulging muscles of her back and lats as her tongue probed deep, mouth-fucking me as saliva dripped down slopily. We separated with streamers connecting our lips, which Jessica greedily licked up.

“Look at my arms, babe, they’re MASSIVE,” she bragged, arrogantly flexing into a double-bicep pose. I looked down and saw that her bikini bottoms  were soaked with her juices, she was so turned on just from lifting.

I licked my lips and pulled down her bottoms. I took her juicy clit in my mouth and sucked. Feeling her pussy spasm, I licked and sucked with greater intensity. She moaned.

"Keep going, baby. Deeper, harder!” she moaned as I moved my tongue deeper and faster.

I knew what she was thinking - she was thinking about growing, getting bigger, more muscular, more alpha. I thought about it too and it made my dick hard as a rock.

"Ungh, fuck yes!" she grunted, overcome with thoughts of getting bigger, stronger, more vascular and built.

"Gonna fucking cum!" she cried as her pussy vibrated and gushed with juice.