This is a prequel to “A Business Trip To Atlanta Turns Into A Group Bang” and “Las Vegas Day Club Bachelorette Trip.”
When we left off, it was just after dinner, and Anne had finished helping clean up the dishes and put away the leftovers at Greg’s house outside Atlanta. Now, Anne was bent over the kitchen island counter.
At 5’4″ and with five-inch heels, she was standing tall. Greg had already stripped off her dress. Anne’s Rhinestone chandelier clasp g-string was pushed to the side of her perfectly tanned, pear-shaped ass. She still had one wrist cuffed to a drawer with kitchen utensils that banged gently open and shut as she luxuriated in the power of Greg’s 6’5″ frame and 270 pounds of muscle. His massive 28-inch thighs smacked against her ass. His big paws blanketed her round, firm 34C tits, teasing her erect nipples as if he were trying to milk them.
Greg’s girlfriend, Jenny, had her tongue in Anne’s ear and fingernails reaching back, digging into Greg’s flexing eight-pack. Jenny’s sister Alexis was somewhere underneath Anne, Jenny, and Greg, tonguing Greg’s shaft as it slipped in and out of Anne’s cunt, slapping Greg’s pavement-hard ass in encouragement.
Anne’s friend Sally was somewhere else in the house fucking Dan and his wife Maria.
Between Anne’s pulsing cunt milking Greg’s cock and the two sisters fondling this big stud’s abs, ass, and balls, Greg’s dick felt like a thick steel rod. It was so hard and erect that it lifted her onto her tippy toes with each thrust. As Anne took her fingers back from her dripping box to taste her own wetness, she suddenly was thinking of a hot sunny day six years earlier, as she and Sally were rollerblading along South Beach.
Having moved to Miami for college, Anne was a freshman and Sally a sophomore. They were clad in their hot pink (Anne) and electric yellow (Sally) thong boy shorts, bikini tops that left little coverage, providing a clear silhouette of their recent nipple piercings pressed against the taut fabric. Their tan, toned bodies, boobs bouncing, and belly rings dangling from their navels were head-turners as they bladed down the pathway for pedestrians and bicyclists that separates the beach part of Miami Beach from all the condos and hotels.
As they came down to the area on Ocean Drive where the Versace mansion is located, which opens up to a park, they noticed an outdoor gym. It’s known as Miami Muscle Beach Gym.
Neither Anne nor Sally had a particular type of guy when it came to dating. At 19 and 21, they had each had only a few puppy love relationships. However, going to college in Miami enables you to go full adult on arrival. Sally dated the backup quarterback on the UM football team her first year, and then had hookups while clubbing. Still, she also dated a graduate assistant in the business school whose father was the CEO of a large company.
Anne definitely was attracted to juiceheads, although she had never dated or slept with one. She was particularly attracted to the super heavyweight bodybuilders. She enjoyed the big muscles. When she was masturbating, if she had a man in mind, he would definitely be in the heavyweight category. Jay Cutler was her dream fuck.
However, here in Miami, there were plenty of big, muscular men to admire, their bodies glistening in the Florida heat as they exercised, the way they filled out their cut suits, walking in Brickell, or in a tight black t-shirt at the clubs. Anne’s high school boyfriend played soccer and lacrosse. He was lean and hot, but not like these superhuman beasts.
Now, as they took off their blades to check out the beach gym, Anne was immediately attracted to an area where there were four very big bodybuilders doing dumbbell and barbell curls. She noticed they were truly pumping iron, heavy weights that made their veins bulge. Anne and Sally walked over to the area and picked up some light weights.
After about twenty minutes, Sally had to go, so she walked back to the pathway, put on her blades, and headed back to their apartment. Now alone, Anne did a few more exercises and decided to head out. These guys were serious bodybuilders. They hadn’t approached Anne as much as she was hoping they would, and she didn’t want to interrupt their workout. Her experience was that bodybuilders don’t go to the gym to pick up girls (for the most part). They go to the gym to train.
Not thinking, she put on her rollerblades in the sand and started walking towards the path. Immediately, she twisted her ankle, falling into the hot sand and curling up in pain. As suddenly as she fell, she was in the shade, in that moment, looking up to see one of the bodybuilders. In what she made to be an Australian accent, the bodybuilder asked, “Can I help you?’ while in the same motion putting his beefy paws gently on Anne’s waist and lifting her onto her still wobbly feet as if she was a feather.
This man was gorgeous. He was shorter than Anne’s typical type, probably 5’8″, because in her blades, she was about an inch or two taller than he was. Anne never liked guys shorter than she was in heels, but with this beefcake, she found it to be an unexpected turn-on.
His arms were bigger than her legs – by a lot. As his biceps flexed, holding her up, she gauged them to be almost as big as her 22-inch waist. He also looked to be well into his thirties, maybe even forties, with short black hair, a clean-cut, sparkling blue-eyed boyish face, and, most of all, a chest that looked like two square end tables pushed together.
Anne was now partially covered in sand, coating half of her body where she had fallen, while the other side was clearly that of a shapely woman. She quickly noticed her left nipple was exposed, revealing her piercing. The bodybuilder, noticing it too, gingerly covered her nipple back up in a second act of chivalry.
As this massive stud of a man held her steady, Anne began apologizing about how stupid she was to put on her blades in the sand. Now the bodybuilder stopped Anne by saying, “No worries, happy to help. My name is Joe, by the way, and happy you fell, otherwise we wouldn’t have met.”
As Anne introduced herself, she felt a tingle between her thighs. Sometimes she still thought about herself as a high school girl alongside the boys, and here was this man who, in Miami, had the pick of the litter, giving her a line.
Anne told Joe that if she had known falling was the best way to get his attention, she would have done it when she got there, making them both chuckle and extending beyond a purely physical connection. Joe told Anne, “I’d better get your number in case you have another fall,” and they quickly confirmed the numbers with some innocuous text emojis.
Anne told Joe she now needed to shower off the sand. Could he help her over to the main pedestrian and bike path so she could take off her roller blades and head to the outdoor shower that beachgoers use to clean up? Joe told Anne that there was a different shower. It was hidden among the high plants and bushes separating the beach gym from the actual beach. He said it was rarely used, so it would give her a bit more privacy to clean up.
Anne nodded in agreement, and with that, Joe picked her up in the way a groom carries his bride across the threshold. As they navigated past a broken fence to a small path that cut through growth high enough to cast a shadow, Joe walked at an angle so Anne’s roller blades wouldn’t get caught in the growth.
Feeling the side of her body against his muscular torso was getting Anne wet. She let the hand she had on Joe’s back to provide support now wander up to the back of his thick neck. Her long purple fingernails grazed his skin so slightly in a way she hoped would let Joe know he had permission to make his move. Simultaneously, she felt as Joe’s left arm moved downward from her waist so that his big paw was firmly cupped on her ass, his fingers giving a gentle tug to her thong shorts. It reminded her of the way her high school boyfriend would tug on her panties as they were making out.
As Anne and Joe emerged into a small area with a wooden platform and a shower, Joe put Anne down. She was now standing tall, still in her roller blades, facing this massive hulk.
His body was so much wider than hers, and as she attempted to steady herself, she felt Joe’s fully erect penis against her inner thigh. Looking down, she saw his hard, girthy cock had popped out of his shorts and was glistening, sliding against her in their mutual sweat. It was simply too good to pass up.
Before Joe could take a step back, with her free hand, Anne grabbed his dick and began stroking it as Joe pulled the chain for the shower, sprinkling them with warm water. Anne reached with her other hand, digging her long fingernails into his chest, the way a mountain climber clings to a rock formation. Joe and Anne were now making out in a slow rhythm, feeling his lips and tongue teasing her mouth, all under the hot midday sun, yards away from beachgoers on one side and the gym on the other.
Now Anne found out why she was attracted to muscle men. Joe took her by the waist and turned her upside down. With his shorts now down at his ankles, Joe’s substantial rod, she figured at least eight inches, was in her face. She reached around to grab Joe’s ass.
Like a pro, she began throating his cock as she felt Joe moving her thong shorts to the side and sliding his tongue along her clit. His tongue moved not in the sloppy way of a high school boy, but as a man who had probably figured out a long time ago that the best way to get a relationship off on the right path is getting a woman’s orgasm right out of the box.
Feeling the warm shower drops running down her back as Joe’s tongue tip was doing soft figure eights on her clit, Anne couldn’t stop from audibly moaning with pleasure, and then squeezing Joe’s head between her legs like a vice as she thrust into a full orgasm. Joe had his arms holding her body firmly in place as she convulsed, while Anne had one hand on his fully erect dick, the other around his massive thigh.
While most men would have tired from holding her upside down for such an extended period, Joe had now brought her to orgasm twice, and she could feel her sopping wet cunt more wet from her juice than the shower.
“Fuck me, please,” she told Joe, who now turned Anne around so her legs were wrapped around his waist, allowing Anne to guide his cock into her cunt as he lifted her down onto his shaft, slowly and then with enough power to make an audible smack as his pelvis smacked her ass.
Now this girl, just a year out of high school, had her fingers caressing those huge biceps and looking down, seeing the rhythm of Joe’s biceps flexing as his cock slid in and out of her cunt. Joe’s waxed torso was glistening as Anne sloppily kissed him, enveloping his tongue and mouth into hers.
From there, Joe had turned Anne, facing downward to the ground, lifting her legs around his waist, holding her in a wheelbarrow position as she grabbed the shower pole. Anne had never been power fucked like this. Joe’s big hands were holding her entire body up in a way that she felt very secure. She was flying like Superwoman.
This wheelbarrow position meant that as Joe plunged his rock-hard cock into Anne, he was pressing against the walls of her vagina in a way she had never experienced. It was creating multiple orgasms that were faster and more intense than anything she had ever experienced. Joe’s grasp on her waist was so firm, Anne took one hand off the pole to reach between her legs so she could tickle Joe’s balls as his cock slid in and out of her cunt in ecstasy of being manhandled by such an alpha stud.
With that, Anne was back in Georgia, where Greg’s bodybuilder frame was pummeling her cunt from behind, the two sisters helping make sure Anne got the fucking she deserved. “Greg,” Anne commanded, “Lift my legs around your waist and hold me in the air like a wheelbarrow. I want you to rip my cunt open.”
To be continued…
