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Title : Agnes is a muscular woman.
He opened door and a man and two young women muscular entered the apartment.
-- "It's really nice to invite me to your home to have a drink." He says, delighted.
-- "After the effort, solace." Says one young women muscular, air joyful.
She was dark, mid-size, wearing long hair and seemed a communicative joy.
"As you see, you live right next to the room, so when there is a new one that looks nice, we invite him to take a pot."
-- "I do not even know your name!" Noticed there with a seductive smile, he had a deep and warm voice, which seemed to caress the ear.
-- "Me is Patrick." He said, reaching out.
-- "Agnes." Says the pretty brown in her shaking hands, "Valerie." Said the second young woman, pretty, too, by doing likewise. They had both, frank and vigorous fist.
-- "Not too tired after that first meeting?" Asked Agnes, wrapping a light inquisitor, who swept from head to toe.
-- "The pace is enough support. I had never done d 'aerobics before, and I must admit that without training, we must cling. "He answered, modestly. "But you did not seem to toil, you hold the shape," he added, admiring.
The two young women muscular exchanged a look of connivance.
-- "Oh, you know, it's been 3 years since we go to Fitness Gym, then begins to be ok." Remarked Valerie.
-- "And in 3 years, it has seen a lot of new students…" completed Agnes, smiling.
-- "You do other activities Gym Fitness?" Asked Valerie, serving orange juice.
-- "Thank you.." "No, just aerobics, 2 times a week. And you? "
-- "We took on the package all activities, then there will almost every night: aerobics, fitness, bodybuilding, All ."
Valerie said, sitting.
-- "And you do it all from 3 years! You must have a body dream! "He says, a little exited.
-- "It's true that you do that, we saw tracksuit, you can not make you." Valerie said, smiling.
-- "And bodybuilding, what is it?"
-- "You do not know what it is? It is like bodybuilding, if you want. We work all the muscles of the body, biceps, triceps, quadriceps, abs with fitness equipment, for a harmonious and powerful. It is very pleasant to feel my body gradually take the force see my muscles and take volume. "Agnes said, with conviction.
-- "And you're not afraid to be less feminine?" He said, slightly puzzled.
-- "Because that is what, for you, a woman's body? A pile of fat, muscle sweet ? The woman must be weak and subject, is it? "Said Valerie, nervous.
-- "No, but…" he says.
-- "You find that looks like men, perhaps?" Asked Agnes, upset.
-- "Have you ever seen the bodies of women bodybuilding , a full effort? No? Well, you'll see, we'll show you something. "Valerie said, removing her tracksuit top.
The man, appalled, could not hold a sigh of admiration when she appeared in swimsuit two pieces.
Her bare arms, even at rest, showed muscles female Highlights, which impressed by their thickness.
Agnes, in turn, undressed. She wore a sleeveless body, a white, which showed a bright sun and curved hugged her chest. In a gesture, she gave her hairstyle in order, which accentuated the wonder of its bulging biceps.
They oppose, face to face, and with their forearms in opposition, was seized by hand, ready for battle.
-- "You give the starting signal." Said Agnes, in a tone without reply.
Patrick, tied throat, could not detach his gaze of fascinating morphologies of two young women muscular.
-- "So?" Said Valerie, impatient.
He swallowed his saliva and blushes when he saw that she had caught his gaze.
-- "You ready?" He said, his voice hoarse, failing to hide his emotion. "Go ahead."
At the signal, the arms tense, with double in volume.
They had both of the bodies of athletes, we would have thought carved in bronze, with thick muscles women, who each raised a powerful effort, seemed to arise constantly, as threats.
The fight, deaf, was vibrate the table on its feet, as a result of an earthquake.
The man, intimidated, watched without a word, forearms slipped between his thighs tight.
Both fighters, vying for power, not reached, neither of the other, to take a decisive advantage.
Look , a moment, eyes on the side, they could, as one another, see Patrick, upset, conceal, painstakingly growing disorder which invaded. Pant and blush, he moves on his chair, pretending to feel, deep into his flesh, each thrust, each jolt of combat.
After a few minutes, they relinquished to continue, saying the tie, by mutual agreement.
***
-- "So you appreciate?" Said Agnes, a mocking air.
-- "Want to try?" Suggested Valerie, settling in front of him, asking his elbow on the table.
The man, shocked, seemed knocked stupor.
-- "I do not know, I…" started there, emotion.
-- "Come on, it will be fun." Insisted she says, placing themselves in position.
-- "Ok, ok." He said, lowering his eyes, beaten in advance.
-- "I warn you, I have a lot of strength in right arm; you'll find it difficult to beat me." She says, sure of its strength. "There is still time to give up if you do not feel attack" she added aware of the hesitation that she saw in his eyes.
He raises shoulders and said "No, no, no problem" if it was some timidly, in this moment, considering that the defeat for the sole purpose of its musculature. The comparison of the two morphologies was clearly in favour of the young woman muscular.
It is grabbed by hand, the tightening grip of a strong, which had the effect of contracting violently his right biceps. The arm of the young woman then appeared almost twice as large as his own, and he could not help but contemplate, appalled, impressed by its size.
-- "Ready?" Said she, again surprising her eyes.
He nodded his head as a sign of approval.
It instantly felt the embrace of his opponent and strengthen the pressure on his forearm grew to such an extent that he had to cede ground immediately. Trying to gather its forces,he makes face in the effort. His posture contrasted with the apparent ease shows the muscular young woman, smiling, it did not seem unduly force.
He knew now that he could not resist her he felt no more his right hand, completely hard, he feels an irresistible grip.
-- "I believe that there is no photo!" She says, insolent certainty.
-- "What do you think?" Insisted she slightly accentuating its embrace, which made further progress a bit more. The arm of the man was now inclined to near 45 degrees, making its resistance even more difficult.
-- "I submit ." He says, shortness of breath, the wrist more and more twisted.
But the young woman, ruthless, wanted to humiliate completely. Accentuant its thrust, She puts brutally forearm on the table, punctuating her gesture of a scream of victory.
The man, groans of pain, sore arm, from shoulder to wrist. 
-- "To me," said Agnes, settling in turn, in front of him.
Red confusion, man, appalled by the show of force by Valerie, had not really recovered. He had muscle pain, still crumpled by the embrace that had been imposed.
But Agnes, eager to get down, is grabbed by hand with authority.
-- "Ready? Go " decided she, without waiting for its reply.
Helpless, he looks , fascinated, the biceps of the young woman who stood up abruptly, led the entire arm in a surge irresistible. In an instant, she had already taken a decisive advantage, he savagely twisting his shoulder.
-- "We continue?" Asked she ironic.
Ecarlate, congested by effort product, he was unable to respond.
-- "It continues, then" said she indifferent. That said, shaking his hand a little stronger, she gave again a powerful impetus to its thrust.
-- "Oh, that's not possible," sighed he discouraged. Accentuant gradually embrace her, she forced the man to cede more and more.
A dozen centimetres separated now his hand on the table. Resisting its last forces, he put a point of honour to keep it as long as possible.
Determined to conclude, it forced on the wrist bent on the moment of rupture, crushing his hand on the table, which did scream in pain.
-- "So, Mr MACHO, your impressions?" Said Agnes, fists closed as a microphone, mimicking an interview.
-- "Do you have any explanation for your defeat?" Insisted Valerie, imitating her comrade.
Patrick, shameful, massait elbow in moaning.
Upset have been easily controlled, but also troubled by the charm of vigorous two young women, he did not know what attitude to adopt too.
He decided to be beautiful player and accept their superiority without quibbling.
-- "Oh dear, my poor arm, in what state you have made!" He said, is rubbing. "I never imagined that women's pretty tough if can be as strong. You really beautiful bodies, both powerful and so… women! "Stressed there, the caressing of sight.
-- "You do not find me too monstrous, with my big biceps?" Asked Valerie, simulating concern.
The man, troubled, swallowed his saliva. She was placed in front of him, so close he could smell the perfume delicate wrapped his body. While plunging his gaze on his own, like the spy she stretched the arm laterally, then replia slowly, bringing your hands to your shoulders, then shaking fists, she did play the powerful muscles of his arms, which rise from saccades.
Patrick, subjugated, do not leave the eyes undulating shape she was driving under his thin skin, depending on imperceptible movements. Irrésistiblement attracted, he posed with devotion, his hand on the right biceps, incredibly contracted, as respectful of its mass impressive. He caressa, first of all, enjoying the contours, then s'enhardissant, palpa the summit, pressing, first, tentatively fingers, then gradually heightening the pressure to try to break the resistance.
But the strong arm remained impenetrable, despite the efforts, more and more pronounced the man, both hands on the huge biceps, tried unsuccessfully to force the rigidity.
Defeated, he gave, throat tied.
-- "It's hard as steel!" He concludes, in a voice broken with emotion.
-- "And I, my thighs are not they a little too thick?" Asked Agnes, a dubious tone, stationing themselves, in turn, in front of him.
The man squats and timidly, travelled, fingertips, skin and fine bronze that seemed hardly contain strong muscles, simmering power. He touched on the quadriceps, huge, that the young woman fun to vibrate, to the contractor. Then, kneeling, he tried, surrounding a thigh with his hands, forcing it to release, under pressure, but he had good effort, it failed to force the heavy muscle mass.
-- "Pffhh, nothing to do…" he said.
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