Reality Bites #2                    Musclefan UK

 

After Gemma had beaten me in the arm wrestle, my muscle fantasy grew even more, though I wanted to keep it a fantasy as the reality had proven too embarrassing. Gemma was good about being stronger than me, she didn’t mention it much, and when she did, it was in a joking sense. She would call me muscleman, or weakie just for a joke now and then, and if I forgot to do the washing up, she would joke that her big muscles would punish me for not doing the chore. Sadly for me, she never really brought her strength to the bedroom. I tried a few times to instigate it, but she wasn’t keen on the idea. Everything had settled down nicely. She hadn’t told my friends of the defeat and life returned to normal. I still masturbated over the thought of bodybuilders and my girlfriends small but firm muscles, and she went about things as normal. It was one Friday night though, that things took a turn for the worse, again the curse of reality hitting home.

Gemma had a friend named Lisa who I really didn’t like. She didn’t like me from the start and was envious of the time Gemma spent with me. I called her stuck up and over the months, any tolerance between us had long gone. We had argued many times, and I really had grown to despise the girl. She was 19 like Gemma, but was much shorter than her. This Friday night, I came home and to my disgust, Lisa was sat on the sofa with Gemma.

“What is she doing here” I said as I pointed at Lisa

Before Gemma replied, Lisa stood up and walked over to me.

“I have every rite to be here, so just go on back out and leave us to talk” said Lisa

“Go to hell, this is my house, your not welcome here” I replied.

“Well, we have done some talking already” said Lisa, “and it seems to me that you better be nice or I might get angry with you?”

I had no idea what she meant

“Right, that’s it, do I have to throw you out or are you leaving” I said

“Ha Ha” she laughed “Don’t you mean, before I through YOU out”

The penny dropped, Gemma must have told her about our strength situation. Even so, Gemma had muscles of sorts, Lisa was a short, skinny big mouth, she had no chance against Gemma or me.  Even so, I felt pathetic at the though that Lisa knew that Gemma had beaten me.

“I have no idea what your talk….”I was stopped in mid flow by Lisa who pushed me in the chest. The shove sent me back a yard. I suddenly started to doubt my strength once more. I looked to Gemma, “Come on Gemma, tell this loser to go”

Gemma replied, “You started it Colin, I am staying out of it”

As I glanced back at Lisa, she pushed me again.

“I’m warning you Lisa, I will get nasty” I said

Lisa just laughed, “come on then weakling”

Her laughter caused me to snap. I am not violent, but I really wanted to shut Lisa up. I grabbed her by the jumper and tried to throw her onto the floor. I pulled at her, but couldn’t manage to flip her over. Suddenly, she gripped me judo style and flipped me over. I couldn’t stop her and I hit the floor with a thump. I quickly jumped up. Lisa was in hysterics. I grabbed her again but she grabbed my arm and twisted it round behind my back. “Arghhhhhhh” I shouted out in pain. Lisa twisted it and I dropped to my knees. “Get off you bitch” I shouted.

“Thought you were going to throw me out of your house” laughed Lisa.

I grabbed her arm to try and prize her off me, but her arm was locked solid. There was no Gemma style bicep, but she seemed so strong.

“Come on Lisa, he is sorry I think” said Gemma.

I couldn’t believe it. Gemma was asking her to let me go, she didn’t think I was strong enough to force my way free.

Lisa let me go, still laughing.

The red mist descended and I ran at Lisa and pushed her in the back, sending her face first into the wall. I thought maybe now she would apologize, but she came at me and rugby tackled me, sending me once more to the floor. I rolled over and pinned her to the floor. “Look Lisa, you better say sorry or I……..” I was mid sentence when she power up her arms from their pinned position. With no warning, she flipped me over and jumped onto me, before I could blink, I was being pinned.

“I think its you who should be saying sorry” she sneered. I wriggled to get free, but she was pinning me fast to the floor. She grabbed my arm again. She began to twist it again. “Ow, ouch” I squealed. It was painful as hell, yet the more I screamed, the more she twisted.

“So, you going to apologize?” she asked.

“Fuck you” I mustered through the screaming. “Have it your way”  she replied.

She twisted my arm further still and I began to cry in pain. I looked across at Gemma, she shook her head.

“Apology” demanded Lisa.

I felt pathetic. Once more I was aroused, but the reality of the scenario was awful.

“Apology” she shouted as she twisted to the point of breaking my arm.

I looked at Gemma “Gemma help me” I mumbled.

Gemma shook her head and walked into the kitchen, I was alone with no way out

“Apology” again came the demand.

I took a deep breath and said it, “I am sorry Lisa”

“What for?” she snapped.

Through the tears I replied, “Sorry for being mean to you”

Still she kept the hold on my arm.

“And what are you?” she quizzed

“I am weak, I am weak” I cried

Lisa let me go. With tears in my eyes I went upstairs and locked the bedroom door. I heard the girls laughing downstairs. The incident replayed in my head. I felt lower than ever, yet I had a raging erection and masturbated in the bedroom.

The next morning, Gemma said that she was sorry about what happened and that Lisa was the only person that knew. We agreed it best that I steered clear of Lisa for a while even though she had promised Gemma that she wouldn’t beat me up again, or tell anyone else of what had happened.

A few weeks passed. My secret desires remained, but nothing happened in my reality. It was a Saturday afternoon that was to prove to be another case of awful reality, and maybe the worst.

I had taken Gemma to work at the restaurant and gone into town for a few items. I returned home to find the front door unlocked. When I walked in, Beth, (Gemma’s best friend), was sat on the sofa.

“What are you doing here?” I asked her

“Where is Gemma?” she replied

“At work, as you know, why you really here?” I asked again

“Ok, well, I heard a story yesterday and well, I wanna have you an arm wrestle” she said

Beth was a former national schoolgirl swimmer. She was 6 foot tall and in her heels stood over my 5’11 frame. She also had a very sporty build with firm looking legs ands arms. Even before my defeat to Gemma and Lisa, I always imagined Beth to be so strong and capable of being a good match for me. Now that Gemma and Lisa had beaten me, I knew Beth would be way out of my league in strength terms.

“What’s the point of that” I said

“Oh, just thought it might be fun. Not worried about a girl beating you are you?” she said.

“Come on Beth, I know that you know about my recent defeats. I also know you are way stronger than Gemma, and if Gemma is stronger than me, well, we are not evenly matched are we?”

Beth laughed. She walked over to me. In her heels, she looked down on me. She was taller, heavier and I was downright intimidated.

“Just humor me” she said.

We walked to the coffee table and she placed her arm on the table. Her arm was so thick and solid looking. While there was no defined bicep, her arm was rock solid, we both knew it. Her hand was also massive and she enveloped mine like an oversize glove.

“Go” she shouted and I gave it my all from the start. My hand and arm both looked tiny to hers, my penis was enlarged. I strained away and it was immediately obvious that she was not even trying. She smiled as she slammed my hand right down with ease. She put her equally big left arm onto the table right away. This was pointless but once more I put my hand in hers. I gave my all and began to make some progress. I should have realized that she was only toying with me. She slowly pushed me back and slammed me down again. Then, as Gemma had done, Beth reached over and kissed me.

“Oi, stop that” I shouted and tried to pull away, but Beth still had my hand pinned.

“I can’t believe how weak you are” said Beth. I bowed my head in shame.

“Can we kiss again?” she asked

“No, no of course not” I shouted. In honesty, I was so aroused by her power and her amazing body, but also, Beth was a good-looking girl. But I was no cheat, I would not kiss her, especially not in Gemma`s own house.

“Ok, well at least can we hug” asked Beth.

I saw no harm in that so I agreed. Beth put her thick arms around me. We hugged, then suddenly the pressure increased. I was fighting to breathe.

“What are you doing” I wheezed.

Beth just smiled as she held me in a powerful bearhug. I tried to free myself but it was futile and I passed out in her arms.

I awoke half way up the stairs. I was half awake and puzzled as to where I was. I suddenly realized that I was being carried over the shoulder of Beth up the stairs to the bedroom. I was 155 pounds but Beth was carrying me like I was a baby. I was still too dazed to realize what was going on, but Beth had taken me into the bedroom and laid me on my very own double bed.

By the time I had regained enough composure to ask what was happening, I noticed Beth walk into the room, completely naked. She was an awesome sight. 6 foot of solid muscle filled body. Although not ripped, I knew that she was rock hard over every inch. I then looked down, and I saw that I too was naked. This shocked me, but I was even more stunned to notice my erection rising fast. I was fully alert as Beth climbed on top of me.

“Are you ready for me?” she asked.

“Your crazy, get off me right now” I shouted and began to try and get her off me. Of course, I couldn’t budge her. She grabbed my penis and I grabbed her arm trying to get her to release her grip.

“Get off” I screamed. She laughed as she let go of my dick. She then used her massive right hand to grip right around my left wrist. She pushed my arm back against the mattress. I grabbed her wrist with my free hand, but her other massive hand came swooping in and pinned that wrist too. She had me pinned fat and began to wriggle on my body, lining up my penis and her vagina.

“Stop, stop” I began to panic, “This is fucking rape”

Beth then maneuvered her large right hand to grip both my wrists. Her one hand was powerful enough to hold down both my arms despite my frantic struggle. She now had her left hand free and she reached down to grab my erection. I screamed one last plea but it was futile as she made me enter her and she began to ride me whilst keeping me pinned. In less than a minute it was over. I came inside her in waves of explosive cum. She moaned with excited pleasure.

She kept me pinned for few minutes, my erection still remained. I began to cry. Beth, still pinning me, now began to jerk me off.

A little more cum dribbled out and eventually, the erection began to subside. My penis was living in my fantasy world, but the rest of me cried at the cruel reality of it all.

Beth finally let me go and I curled into a ball on the bed.

“That was good Colin, but you need to hold it in a little longer. It will improve with more practice” She casually got dressed, kissed me, and then left.

I knew this may well be the start of a new chapter in my life, and well it was. And despite the awful reality of female muscle, I still dreamed about it, I still wished for it, and I still masturbated over it. Reality really does bite.