Lizzy pt 3

Ken moved in with Lizzy shortly after that. She spent almost all of her free time pumping up her freakish muscles, getting bigger every day. She was no longer the cute muscle girl that Ken had started dating. She was transforming into something far more butch, and Ken had helped. He would buy her supplements and drugs, whatever she asked for to help her body grow.

After he mixed her a post-workout shake filled with protein and growth hormones, she sucked it down greedily, chugging a litre of the thick goop before tossing the cup aside. Her body flooded with testosterone and HGH, Lizzy’s libido would take over.

She grabbed Ken and threw him on the bed, an act that sent him hurtling several feet through the air. She leapt on top of him, the bed creaking, nearly breaking under her mass. Her clit-cock stood at attention as she lowered herself onto Ken’s rock-hard erection.

The walls of her vagina kneaded and massaged Ken’s cock, pulsing, tightening, fluttering, rolling, like a live thing having paroxysms. Between moments of fleeting pain when the whole brawny tunnel contracted, Ken was in heaven — his manhood flooded by sensations that no man had ever felt, a muscular symphony playing over my most sensitive nerve centers, bathing him with pleasure.

His hands would roam the vast alien landscapes of her biceps and triceps, each muscle agglomeration the size of a grown man. He’d feel the slick skin slipping over the great fibrous tissue, hard and dense beneath the surface. His hands would fumble at the great circumferences of those beastly limbs, grasping mere fractions at a time.

His tongue urgently lapped at Lizzy’s gigantic pecs, roaming the thick plates of armour, his tongue diving into the deep crevice between them. He sucked on her big hard nipples, dragging his teeth over then and causing her to moan in a deep rumble of satisfaction.

As she pumped him in and out of her muscular sex, she slowed down as his cock head rubbed up and down the underside of her monster clit, sending tingles of excitement through him and making Lizzy throw her head back with lingering pleasure. As she worked his cock back into her, she sped up, ramming Ken’s cock deep into her. Her pecs exploded outwards with as her biceps inflated to ridiculous proportions, cocooning him in pulsing throbbing muscle.

Lizzy’s freakish musculature controlled every facet of sex. She was the one doing the fucking, while Ken was left to focus on one essential task — controlling his orgasm. It built in his loins, his rock hard cock engorged to a fat angry purple.

Finally, with a torrid moan, Lizzy ordered Ken to cum, holding him inside her as her mighty vaginal muscles milked his cock like a hydraulic pump on overdrive. She’d grunt and groan with satisfaction as  the waves of her orgasm broke upon him, her clit throbbing against his midsection. Feeling her throbbing clit, Ken was weirdly excited, quickly hard again and ready for more.