Girl Talk by GJ Dear Readers: This story is purely fiction and any names, events, characters, or situations bear no resemblance to anyone living or dead. GJ I pride myself on my good looks. I am all male...blond, 6'5", muscular with a square jaw and perfect white teeth. I have broken many female hearts along the way. Currently, I am working as a model for muscular development magazines. As a matter of fact, I just got a cover job beating out some poor fool, by sleeping with the female editor of the magazine. She was nothing to speak of, but I got what I wanted...Right? So here I am in the gym bench pressing 340lbs, on my tenth rep, working to failure. I am so big and bad, I don't even need a spotter at all. As I completed my fifteenth rep, two amazing women entered. Each woman was facially beautiful and had muscle packed bodies. I sat up taking some sips of designer water and checked these bitches out. Looking closer I saw the redhead was about 6feet tall and weighed about 180 lbs. I could tell her arms must have hit the tape at around 18". Her sexy friend, had dark black hair, and looked to be about 6'2", 215lbs. Her arms easily were 20". As I sat up, drinking, visually stirred, I noted that my dick was stirring too because I had the biggest woody in my workout shorts. I looked at these two women contemplating a night in the sack with both of them...a double header. I overheard part of there conversation: Redhead: "So Marla, you like my blush?, its from Estee Lauder, its really nice. Lets do arms , mine need a real big pump." Brunette: "Yeah its great, Destiny. I got their new lipstick yesterday, its great. Sure lets do arms, I want my bis to sweat with muscle power." Ok so now I had names to go with those muscles...I mean faces. I stood up stretching, expanding my huge chest, flashing my killer smile at these two Amazons. I sauntered over to them. When I got real close, close enough to smell their perfume, I began my rap. "So lovely ladies, need some help lifting those weights on the rack" They both turned and looked at me simultaneously. "Hey big boy, Marla smiled......I know we can handle any weight on that rack, but you are kinda cute ...you want to work out with us." As she said these things to me, she made a fist and slowly began to flex that amazing arm. It was so huge, so hard, so sweet( and bigger than mine too) , that I shot one full charge into my shorts. "Go ahead , feel, touch and kiss. Do it now!" My head was spinning with lust and I put one big mitt around one part of the humongous bicep. It felt like iron and I could trace my finger along this thick vein that ran from her wrist to her shoulder. I had to put my other hand around this piece of chiseled granite before I could even touch my two longest fingers on both hands. Then I went to it, that hard, bulging, mass of power and I kissed it and I licked it and I worshiped it. I even sniffed under her arm and inhaled its heady aroma. Suddenly, Marla trapped my head in that noose of steel and began to flex up and down, all the while telling me what was going to happen. "Say, wimp boy, can you feel my bicep surround your jaw?" My jaw felt like it was about to crack, like a runny egg. She continued her onslaught and soon a cracking noise, so audible that it resounded in the almost empty gym. I was unconscious in an instant and as she dropped me to the gym floor, Marla inspected her bicep squeeze. She saw my jaw cracked, a small fissure running down its center. Thick red blood and pus was oozing from that crack. She gingerly opened my mouth and found 6 teeth logged in my throat. Although she was careful , her lavender shorts and top were soaked by the material from my partially ruined jaw. Destiny picked me up by my hair and put me on a weight bench with the seat in an upright position. "Hey, Destiny......How did your date go last night with that rich lawyer?" As both Glamazons checked me for damage, Destiny answered by describing how she had beaten this lawyer to jelly with her fists and licked them when she was done. ...."and can you imagine , Marla, I knocked out everyone of his teeth. I wore these very small, tight leather gloves. His face juice messed up my eye shadow and blush really bad too." With that, Destiny began to slap my face back and forth until one of my eyelids opened partially. "Hey , sleepy head, wakey wakey...Momma's got a present for you. " I began to moan and as I did Destiny put her hug fist in front of my face and told me to lick, kiss and worship it. I did, and how. I ran my tongue along each huge knuckle. Then to the other fist as well. My head began to droop so Destiny raised it up. I looked into her green eyes and knew I was about to experience some real pain. I didn't have too long to wait. This dark haired muscular beauty raised my head up again and told me not to move one centimeter. Then she pulled back that right fist and hit me in the left eye, shattering the eye socket. She repeated the maneuver with her left fist and destroyed my right eye as well. She stopped for a minute and shook her head in approval, when blood and green matter came out of both ruined vision centers. I had passed out again. "Can you believe this guy, Marla...he breaks so easy..Oh by the way, what are you wearing tonight when we go trolling for losers to pound into mush?" Marla came over to me and smiled at my ruined face. "MMMM.....Let's see hon, I think that leather outfit, you know in black, sleeveless, should drive them wild." As she was talking to her girlfriend, Marla punched me in the face, using both hands at the same time. She actually pulled back both arms and then propelled those two hammocks with super human speed. They connected on each side of my jaw shattering it further. She had knocked out all my teeth and even crushed my nose flat with her power. Her fists, workout outfit, me, even the mirrors which were ten feet away were soaked in my gore. "There, that should satisfy our client. He sure got his money's worth. Imagine paying us 50 big ones to take out his rival so that he might get a magazine cover and fame. Destiny came close and quoting from memory she reminded her best bud that I was to look like I went through a windshield so no trace could be made of my remains. "Yeah, yeah, I remember Des..."said Marla. "Ok Marl, lets break him in half, remove his fingers and toes and dump him. I came awake at that point hearing the tail end of the conversation. "NOOOOOOO, preaseeee NOOOOOOOO" ,was all I could mutter, with all the gooey mess dripping from my jaw, eyes and facial areas. So both these incredible she hulks, in a final move, picked me up. Marla grabbed me by my head. Destiny grabbed me by my legs and they laid me down. Marla bent me backwards so that my head was being separated by my neck. Destiny was moving my legs and back upwards towards my head. "Just a little more hon and we can hear him break in two", suggested Destiny. Both women pulled hard in opposite directions. Blood began to shoot out of every orifice of my body. These ladies were rewarded with a sickening crunch when my head and legs were bent back so much, I broke literally in two. As they were taking me out to finish their job, they noted with joy that I had cum in my shorts again. "Well guess some guys will bend over backwards for a great cum", joked Marla. In case you are interested dear reader, the male model who paid these women to literally break me, shot the magazine cover. He got great coverage and is raking in the doubt. Such is life in the fast lane.