Benchpressing Girlfriend

I'm a graduate student, an average sized guy, five feet six inches and one hundred and forty pounds. My girlfriend, Ruth, is five feet nine inches and weighs one hundred fifty five pounds. She is a buxom twenty year old blond with a normally very friendly personality and a pretty face. She is also quite strong.

But from that, you should not get the idea that she is some bruising fat girl. She is simply big all over, with big, nearly hairless arms, big chunky thighs, a big well-defined ass and big buoyant bountiful boobs that are capped with big red nipples.

I think what I would like to tell you about the time that Ruth and l were wrestling around, all hot and sweaty in a motel bed, and how it came time to really match my strength against hers. First, let me say something about Ruth's strength. At the college weight room she can bench press more weight than a lot of guys, myself included. l have to confess that that does not turn me off. Nor does it seem to put off most other guys, either.

One day while working out together, some of the guys gathered around her as she benched. A couple of them were angling themselves so that they could get a good look up the leg openings of Ruth's shorts, at her mound and pink panties. I think that there might even have been a few stray strands of her dark blond pubic hairs exposed.

Later, back in my dorm room when l complained about this, asking Ruth why she was always the only girl in the weight room, she just dodged the questions and placated me by sucking on my hard on until it exploded with a steamy wad of cum.

But still the doubts lingered. Was anything else going on in that weight room? And just why did Ruth want to be so physically strong?

Then there was that night in the motel. it started with some ordinary, but excellent sex, with me on top, balling Ruth feverishly. My nuts were really slapping up against her frothy pussy, till I just spewed my jizz into her womb.

Soon, We were both ready for seconds. Ruth grabbed my cock in between her red lips sucking it deep, prompting yet another bulging erection. l slipped two fingers up her cunt hole and slid them around to help her get hot and juicy again. And that was the last "usual" thing that happened. At that point, Ruth became frisky, and we started rolling about, our hands clenched right in right and left in left, our lower legs pushing against each other. I realized then that Ruth was trying to pin me down to the bed. The competition was becoming intense, as Ruth's whole body became slippery and slick with sweat.

And when my cock was not jammed nor pressed against Ruth's stomach, thighs or pussy, l could see that it was stone hard and heavily leaking with precum jizz.

We were both soon losing our breath in the struggle, and it became clear that shortly there would be a definitive outcome one way or the other. I was up on top, my legs between her legs, spreading them wide apart, my hands nearly pressing her hands all the way down. The cum was gurgling in my nuts. But then, in a sudden reversal, Ruth dipped down deeper into the mattress and twisted and pivoted, so that within an instant my big titted, sweat soaked, bawdy girlfriend was up on top of me.

Her nipples were almost smack dab up against my face. I had never seen her teats so long and swollen. I gave up. i just gave up. Ruth sat down on my cock, sliding her hot pussy over it. She commenced to bouncing up and down on my pecker, fucking herself silly, squeezing her boobs and nipples.

My cock went into instantaneous spasms, firing my ooze up into her big body. I stayed hard, and seconds later Ruth climaxed, yelping and screeching very loudly. To my own surprise, I spouted yet another load up into her. Ruth and I took a shower in the cramped motel stall, cleaning ourselves up. But we didn't talk about what had happened. We just let it be, with no explanations. And to this day, Ruth and I have still never discussed what happened that day in the motel. But I'm sure that she hasn't forgotten it!.