Jeff pulled into his slushy driveway, sliding to a stop beside his house.
He hated winter and this one was getting to be a bitch. Six inches of new snow
last night, temperatures shooting up to near 60 today, and all of it adding up
to one big fucking sloppy mess. He hated the thoughts of shoveling the wet,
heavy shit from his driveway, but knew if he didn't it would freeze tonight and
make driving out of it tough going in the morning. He got out of his car,
slipped in the shit and fell to his knees, cussing loudly, when he heard someone
laugh and then ask, "Shovel your driveway mister? You look like you could use
some help." He turned to bitch at whoever just laughed at him but stopped when
he saw who it was. A beautiful teenage girl in a baseball cap stood before him,
towering above where he knelt in the snow and casting a massive shadow over him.
She carried a shovel in one hand, a warm-up jacket in the other, and wore a
tight, midriff T-shirt in the abnormally warm weather, a garment that exposed
ruggedly-muscled arms and rippled belly. Below, she wore very tight, black
spandex pants that ended at the knee. The girl's thighs seemed a mile long and
even covered by her pants, seemed to bubble and flex with flowing muscles as she
just stood there. Even more incredible were a pair of the thickest, most muscled
calves Jeff had ever seen on a woman, two towers of milky-white power stuffed
into grey socks and rubber work boots. Jeff gulped and stood up. "Jesus, girl,"
he said to her, pulling himself up to his full five-foot- five inches only to
find himself staring into a pointed and well-packed chest. "What are you, 10
feet tall?" "No, only six-seven," she said with a laugh, snapping her head to
one side to toss her long, auburn hair from her pretty face. "That, and I work
out a lot." "No shit," Jeff said sarcastically. Winter put him in a lousy mood.
"Now get lost, you fucking Amazon." "The name's Jeannine, not Amazon, although I
like the sound of it," she growled darkly at him, her smile evaporating. "Now
apologize and give me 25 bucks to shovel your driveway." Jeff stared at her.
"Look, honey, I can shovel my own goddam driveway and I don't appreciate a
snot-nosed young shit like you talking to me like that." "I said 25," she
bristled. "And I said I'm not interested," Jeff said. "Now go back to the
kindergarten gym where you came from, you muscle-bound bimbo." He stepped toward
his house but never made it. A massive, silky arm encircled his head and pulled
it into a side laced with ropy muscle that rudely rubbed Jeff's face through the
fabric of her T-shirt. Jeannine snapped the headlock on the surprised
middle-aged man and waltzed him back toward his car. "Let's talk business,"
Jeannine growled, working her big arm around his trapped head like a pro
wrestler. "Price is $25 now, but for every submission I get from you, it goes up
another $10. Got it?" "F....fuck...you..." Jeff gagged from the grip of the
meaty arm that held him tight. He realized what a mistake that was as soon as he
said it and felt Jeannine's impossibly tight arm crunch his head tighter still.
The bicep bubbled and swelled with angry power, the cap of it digging into
Jeff's skull. Through watery eyes, he watched the Amazon's rippling forearm
dance with sinew and muscle as it cradled his crushed jaw. "Give!!" Jeannine
demanded. Jeff held onto her solid hips for support, running his hands down to
those bursting thighs. He tried fighting it as long as he could but feared the
dominating 18-year-old would rip off his head and leave it in the melting snow
if he didn't submit. "I....give....." he croaked, barely able to speak. Jeannine
let go quickly, and Jeff fell to the ground on his knees. The big girl gleefully
announced that he now owed her $35 to shovel the driveway. He angrily stood and
charged her; Jeannine merely braced herself on the hood of his car and opened
her long legs wide, swallowing him up in them as he raced into her. She slammed
the giant limbs shut with a grunt, and they stood face to face, her's smiling,
Jeff's grimacing as Jeannine ground his ribs in the potent grip of those teen
girl thighs. "Give it up, mister," she said, gritting her teeth as she recrossed
her squeaking rubber boots behind Jeff. "These big legs have busted the ribs of
every guy who dared go out with me! Give it up, pay me my 45 and save a trip to
the hospital!!" "Nooooo...." Jeff howled, throwing his head back. "No...little
girl...can...do this...." "I weigh 265 pounds and work out every day, you puny
little puke, I'm hardly little," Jeannine barked, wrapping her arms around his
head now to pull it into her rock-hard chest, where she ground his moaning face
into the thick muscles of her young tits. Jeff could hardly breathe, both from
the relentless scissoring legs and the boob smother, and tried to mumble his
submission. But he couldn't talk, either, so he signaled his shameful surrender
by wildly waving his arms. Jeannine laughed and let go, and again he slumped
into the snow. "Good thing you don't live on a busy street," she said, looking
around to the road. "Hate to have your neighbors see a grown man grovel like you
are." Jeff knelt quietly, holding his bruised ribs. He lifted his head and
stared into those monstrous calves rising in muscled magnificence from her low
rubber boots. He was just thanking his lucky stars he wasn't in those calves
when the big girl stepped forward and closed his neck off in them, crossing the
boots and putting horrendous pressure into the standing scissors. He grabbed
onto those gigantic lower limbs and tried in vain to pull them apart, knowing
from the feel of those 20-inch, rock-ribbed calves that he wasn't about to even
come close. She pulsed the thick meat on his neck and stars swirled before his
pain-crossed eyes. "Let's see, it was just 45 so with this little calf crunch,
it'll bring it up to 55 bucks, am I right?" Jeannine asked, looking down at her
scissored victim and pumping her potent pipes on his neck.
"I...give...up...stop...please.." Jeff begged until she mercifully sprang open
her deadly calves to let him fall face first in the snowy mush below. "OK, let's
get this all wrapped up, so to speak," the giant teen girl said, reaching down
to easily scoop him up in her long, fiercely-muscled arms. "I want to hit other
houses before the sun goes down." She walked over to the hood of his car and
leaned back against it. Forcing him to his knees, she rudely slammed his face
into the musky confines of her spandexed crotch and lightly laced those
tremendous thighs around it, crossing her bulbous calves on his aching back. To
relieve some of the pressure on his bending spine, Jeff had to lie belly down in
the slush. The cold sunk through his clothes and soaked his skin. "Now, you
gonna pay me my 55 bucks, or do I up the ante, say by making you pay me 10 more
dollars - per thigh?!" she hissed down at him, the towering top half of her huge
body just about covering the hood of his car. "Tell me now, before it's too
late." He was about to. He knew she was going to slam those titanic thighs on
his ears and he wanted to avoid it. The words 'I'll pay' were on his pursed lips
when the most painful headache of his life suddenly set in, courtesy of the
flaring, thick tubes of muscle that were Jeannine's angry thighs. "Too late!"
she hollered down at him and set about the task of crushing his skull. Jeff
hadn't cried in years, but now found tears running down his squashed face as
Jeannine leaned backwards on the car, her ponytail brushing against the hood,
and absolutely pummeled his trapped head. Jeff wasn't lucky enough to have her
just squeeze; Jeannine was bending up her lower legs and snapping them out
straight with malicious, destructive intent, a maneuver that drilled her 35-inch
thighs into his mashed noggin over and over again, the seemingly endless meat of
them quivering on impact and then setting in stony muscle until the next
thigh-throbbing thrust. Somewhere in the brutal action, she was also grinding
her moist crotch against his bruised face. Jeff, between pounds of Jeannine's
legs, felt her grow wetter and wetter until with one last snap of the legs, her
thickening thighs nearly exploded her tight pants as she hammered out the hold
for a long, steady squeeze and groaned out a fiery orgasm against his trapped
nose and mouth. He hung onto those big limbs for dear life and found to his
dismay that the girth of the mammoth thighs that swallowed his skull far
exceeded his trembling grip. Jeannine let him go. As he slid to earth, he banged
his face against his car's bumper. He heard her cruel laugh above him as he
found himself inhaling cold slush. He sat up sputtering, every part of his body
on fire now, particularly his crushed ribs, calf-strapped neck and thigh- bombed
head. "OK, pay up, 75 bucks," she said, extending a huge hand in front of his
teary face. "Better yet, make it a hundred." Jeff didn't even argue. He was just
grateful it was pay day and he had the cash on him. He reached into his pocket
and counted off five soggy 20s, handing them up to the Amazon teen holding the
snow shovel. She thanked him and started to walk off. "Hey," Jeff tried to
shout, stopped by the pain coursing through his body. "What about shoveling my
driveway?" "You do it," Jeannine said, giving him a not-so-gentle nudge with her
size 15 boot in his paunchy midsection before lumbering off down the street.
"You could use the exercise!"
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