Marilyn Mon-Swole's Valentine's Day Crush! (Short Story) (Patreon)

Marilyn Mon-Swole's Valentine’s Day Crush!

Written By: SteeleBlazer

The young man walked up the stairs, heart pounding, chest tight with excitement, and hands shaking with anticipation. He held the letter from Marilyn Mon-Swole in his hands, still not believing his luck. He had written to her, professing his love and admiration for her, and she had written back. The letter told him to meet her here at this the hotel and gave him the room number and the date to meet her. The date was February 14th and the room number was the honeymoon suite.

That’s right he was meeting Marilyn Mon-Swole on Valentine's Day and the room he was meeting her in was the honeymooner’s suite. Was he the luckiest man alive, or was he some chump who was about to be duped. He had no idea what to expect, or if it was even real. But he had decided to take the risk and show up, and he was now standing there, a few steps from her door.

He took a deep breath, then he unfolded the letter in his hands and read the words again, his heart beating faster with each word. He had to remind himself to breathe as he reread the letter over and over again, still not believing his luck. He then looked at the 8x10 photo of Marilyn that had come with the letter. She had even signed it, not just with her signature, but with kiss from her lips, and he was so careful to not wipe or smudge the lipstick on the photo as he held it in his hands and gazed upon it.

It was one of her now famous pinup poses, only this wasn’t some cheesecake photo, as she was flexing those big, bulging, brawny muscles of hers. This was pure beefcake, as she was such a muscular hunk, and yet still so feminine and graceful. Her beauty was breathtaking, and even though she looked strong and muscular, somehow it only made her more beautiful. He stared at the photo, feeling mesmerized. Finally, he shook himself out of his reverie and took another deep breath.

Here he was standing right outside her hotel room door, he couldn't believe it, he was going to meet her in person. All he needed to do was summon up all his courage and knock on the door. It was one of the hardest things that he ever done, but he knocked on the door, and heard a soft, alluring voice telling him to come in. He opened the door to the honeymoon suite; the lights dim and the room illuminated in a soft pink hue. He was shocked to see the Hollywood starlet, and the strongest, most muscular and most beautiful woman in the world, Marilyn Mon-Swole, lying on a heart-shaped bed in the middle of the room.

She was wearing skin-tight lingerie, that left very little to the imagination, but sure filled his mind with plenty of imaginative thoughts, and showed off her beauty and huge muscles in all their glory. That photograph of her didn’t even begin to do her justice. If anything, her muscles were even more impressive and seemed even bigger in person, and seeing her in full vivid color only made her beauty all the more resplendent and mesmerizing. She was easily both the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen and the most muscular person, man or woman as well. She had muscles that would make Hercules jealous, or any of the actors whose films he’d seen play Hercules jealous with envy. In fact, he heard rumors that she might star in her own “Her-cules” movie...

But, none of those thoughts crossed his mind; for he was just too captivated by her great muscular beauty to do anything but stare at her. He stood there, rigid with shock and desire. Marilyn noticed his shock and smiled, her lips curving up in a sly grin.

She laughed, her voice like honey, and said, "You seem a little nervous. I have that effect on men. Don't be. I'm just a girl, like any other."

She flexed her muscles, and he felt his heart skip a beat. "Only maybe bigger muscles than any other girl, or man for that matter.” she said as she gave her arm a hard flex and gave him a haughty wink.

He’d never seen such a hardbody beauty in person before, and just seeing those hard muscles of hers flexing and bulging, the veins throbbing with power, it made one of his own muscles hard and throbbing with passion and carnal lust and desire. This wasn’t lost on Marilyn, as she just looked down at his crotch and noticed his manhood pressing hard against his pant seam.

“And I have that effect on men a lot, too" she said as she flexed her hard muscles.

He could only nod, mesmerized by her combination of beauty and raw primal strength. He just stood there like statue, only if statues could tremble and quiver.

“My, my, my, you’re a shy one aren’t you? I like shy boys. Or maybe you’re just a bit scared by my big, powerful muscles. Do they scare you?” Marilyn asked as she flexed yet again.

He gulped and slowly shook his head no, before finally being able to muster up the courage and say the actual word itself.

It was barely audible, and it also wasn’t the whole truth, and both Marilyn and he knew it. His eyes were transfixed on her bicep as it flexed. How could such beauty and power be contained in one body?

He was in awe of her. The veins in her arms throbbed with power as she flexed, and the bicep of her arm was bigger than his own thighs, and there was a raw primal beauty about the way they were rippling and bulging as she moved and flexed it. He felt as if he were hypnotized, as if her arm were some kind of siren song that he could not escape.

Marilyn smiled haughtily at him, as if she knew the effect she had on him. He felt the power emanating from her body, like a force of nature he could not resist.

“You’re scared of me, aren’t you?” Marilyn said her voice like honey. “You’re scared of my big, powerful muscles. I can understand why. I could crush you these muscles if I wanted to...”

She flexed her arm again, and he felt his heart thumping in his chest. He was scared...but he was also aroused. Marilyn smiled again and stepped closer to him. She reached out and placed her hand on his chest, her fingers tracing a line from his neck to his stomach. He felt a shock course through him, and he trembled under her touch.

“You’re scared of me, but you’re also aroused, aren’t you?” she said, her voice soft and teasing. “I have that effect on men a lot.”

He could only nod, unable to speak or move. His manhood was pressing even harder against the seams of his pants, and he felt like he was going to explode with desire. He was scared, but he was also aroused beyond belief.

Marilyn smiled, her eyes twinkling with mischief. “I’ve scared you stiff, haven’t I? But, don’t worry I can be gentle. When I want to be.” she said, her voice a purr.

It was then he remembered he had brought her a gift and hastily tried to give it to her.

He handed her a box of chocolates and said, "I brought you this."

She smiled and said, "That's so sweet, but I don't eat candy. It takes a lot of hard work to make this hardbody of mine, but I hope you have a sweet tooth, because I've got some hard candy for you to suck on and lick."

He gulped and stammered, "I also brought flowers," and Marilyn said, "That's sweet, but flowers wilt, and I like things that are hard and firm." she told him as she flexed again really squeezing her muscles and getting them to bulge out in powerful display.

“Like diamonds?” He asked and she just smiled that haughty little smile of hers, as he continued on stammering out the words. “I would have brought you diamonds, but I-I’m not a rich man.”

Marilyn smiled, her eyes twinkling with mischief, as shook her head and said, “No, I don't want diamonds. My muscles are harder than diamonds -I'm Marilyn Mon-Swole, after all. And they glitter and glisten better than any diamond I’ve ever seen. Just give them a kiss and maybe a bit of a lick and see how they shimmer” She winked playfully and stepped closer to him, her body radiating warmth.

She put her flexed arm right out in front of his face, and bade him to kiss and lick it. And so, he did. His soft lips felt the warmth and hardness of her bicep, and kissed it softly and then he ran his tongue along the muscle slowly and tenderly as well. Marilyn cooed and moaned softly, enjoying his sweet tender devotion.

“Now look at them... See how they glisten... See how they’re shining. You did that, you made my muscles shine. And that’s just the start.” She said in a breathless whisper in his ear.

“So, what do you want?” The young man asked, as he was more than a bit dense, and not fully picking up on Marilyn’s not too subtle cues. That was quite alright for Marilyn, she loved bashful boys, and she loved bashing them beneath her muscles even more.

“I want something warmer than diamonds and just as hard.” With that, she flexed her hard muscles again, and then she reached out grabbed his rock-hard erection.

He couldn’t help but let out a squeal as she gave his manhood a good hard squeeze.

She looked up at him with a mischievous smile and said, "You'll do just fine." She then pulled him closer, her strong arms enveloping him in a warm embrace. She kissed him, and he felt his heart skip a beat, and his face flushed the same color as the box of chocolates he’d brought her.

She smiled again and said, "Yeah, you'll do just fine. Such a sweet little man you are. We’re going to have such a fun time together. You’re my sweet little Valentine’s Day treat sweetie."

He was embarrassed, but she just laughed and said, "I'm going to love crushing my sweet little crush on Valentine's Day."

She then kissed him again and taking him in her powerful muscular embrace, she dipped him down and kissed him good and hard. She kissed him harder than he’d ever been kissed before in his entire life, and he just gave himself over to her and her strength and her passion. His body yielded to her muscular strength, and his mouth and tongue too yielded and gave way to hers, and he let her control and drink all the passion and carnal delights that flowed from his mouth.

The kiss was so passionate, so deep, it felt like it would never end. As she finally pulled away, her lips still moist from his, he felt his body and mind both strangely light. His feet were wobbly, and he felt like he was about to fall, but her muscular arms held him tight and kept him steady. Her strength was undeniable, and it sent shivers down his spine.

With a mischievous smile, she grabbed the bottom of his shirt and yanked it up and over his head, leaving him exposed to the cold air. His chest and stomach trembled, and goosebumps rose on his skin at her touch. She then grabbed his pants and ripped them off with ease, as if they were made of paper. His trembling body was now completely exposed to her gaze and touch, and he felt a strange mixture of nervousness, excitement, and fear.

Marilyn then scooped him up in her powerful arms and carried him across the room to the bed. She tossed him rather not so gently onto the bed. He bounced and stumbled about before he was able to right himself on the bed and look upon Marilyn. She stood watching him, giggling softly. She looked like a great Greek statue, if such a statue of a beautiful muscular woman like her ever existed, or even if such a statue could ever giggle... She was a mixture of Zeus’ muscular might and Aphrodite's great beauty. But just looking upon her, he realized that she had no comparison, and her strength and beauty was incomparable and unmatched by any person or statue.

He stared at her in awe and wonder, his mouth agape and his eyes wide and he didn’t know just what she was going to do to him next. Would she be rough, or would she be gentle. Or perhaps both. He couldn’t deny the allure of all sides of the coin, and perhaps the third side could be the most intriguing of them all, that is if coins could have three sides. Regardless, she could do whatever she wanted to him, and he was powerless to stop her, but truthfully he wouldn’t want too anyway.

Slowly and gently, she climbed up the bed, almost in the same manner a lioness might stalk its prey, and she had that hungry look about her. As she climbed on top of him, he knew she was going to devour him; he was her sweet little Valentine’s Day treat, just a cupcake to feed her carnivorously carnal sweet tooth.

Her muscles taut and hard against his own body. He felt like he was going to be crushed beneath her, but instead he felt her muscles relax and her body become soft. She kissed him again and again, her strength and passion building with each kiss. She moved her body against his, pushing him deeper and deeper into the mattress.

He felt her muscular thighs wrap around his waist, her brawny arms around his neck, her legs around his thighs, and her lips never leaving his. He felt like he was in a dream, and his body moved with hers in perfect harmony. She explored his body with her hands, her touches firm and gentle, and as her pleasure built, he felt her muscles tighten and her body become even harder.

Like a rising tide her passion mounted and mounted and he was swept up in that tide and tossed about on that bed as a dinghy in hurricane. Only lucky for him, his own dinghy stayed strong and hard, and did not shatter when it crashed upon the rocks of her passion. He weathered the storm as best he could, his manhood staying rock-hard, no matter how much she battered it with her hard-loving and hardbody of hers.

She proceeded to have her way with him, and he was witness to countless sensual delights that night. She was at times both gentle and rough, and sometimes a bit of both. And sometimes more than just a bit, and sometimes he felt like her body was just too much. Too strong, too passionate, too domineering, too loving, and just plain too much of a woman for him to handle. But, he gave her everything he had, and he knew by the way she moaned and giggled, she was enjoying herself almost as much as he was.

Her body was unlike any he had ever felt before; so hard and firm, yet smooth and soft and so warm. She loved flaunting her strength and her hardbody kept him hard and excited all night long. He was in a state of euphoria, and he felt like he was in the arms of Aphrodite, with the muscles of Achilles or an Adonis. She was in complete control, crushing him, squeezing him, teasing him, and fucking him hard.

When he finally could take no more, he felt his manhood erupt with passion. He thought it might be over now. And he was a bit ashamed, because he knew by the look in her eyes, Marilyn wanted more.

Yet, she just smiled sweetly, and whispered in his ear “It’s alright sugah, you’ve done better than most men. Now it’s your turn to taste some of my love honey, and it’s sweeter than any of the chocolates you brought me.”

He felt her soft hot breath tickle his ear, as he felt her firm strong hands push his head down to her womanhood. He didn’t really know what to do, he’d never done this to a woman before, but really what could he do. He licked and kissed her there, and to him she tasted sweeter than any chocolate or Valentine’s Day treat he’d ever had. She moaned and started to squeeze him with her thick muscular thighs. Still, he kept at it kissing and licking, and licking and kissing the very essence of her womanhood and femininity, and as her pleasure increased, so too did the strength of each squeeze.

He could feel her pleasure radiating off of her body, and he took his own pleasure from hers. Despite her legs clamping down on him, squeezing him harder and harder, in a way he found this oddly sensual. He’d never felt anything like her muscular thighs squeezing against his head. He could feel their warmth, he could feel their smoothness, and above all he felt their power.

As he had opined before, her body was like a warm marble statue, and he was now trapped beneath it. And the tighter and tighter she squeezed, the harder and harder her muscles became. Still, he kept on licking, and she kept on moaning and squeezing. Louder she moaned and harder she squeezed. He felt her orgasm come crashing over him, and as her pleasure peaked, she kept on squeezing him with her thighs. He felt his own body start to tense up and he heard his breathing become ragged.

Louder and louder she moaned, and tighter and tighter and harder and harder she squeezed him with her thighs. He kept at it licking the velvety folds of her womanhood as those marbled thighs bared down and crushed him. He kept on licking until he blacked out from the sheer ecstasy of it all.

The last thing he heard was her ecstatic cries of pleasure as the squeezing of her thighs pushed him over the edge and into a blissful oblivion. When he awoke, she was gone, but there was a note on the bedside table. In it, she thanked him for being her Valentine’s Day crush, and it was a wonderful night and told him she'd never forget it and hoped he too, would never forget it as well...

He could still smell her perfume on the note, and he thought to himself, how could I ever forget the night my Valentine's crush crushed me with her mighty female muscles?