Chapter 3
My business had grown. I had a subcontracting job on a tall office building, and quite frankly, I was scared as hell. I had to go up on the high iron with the guys who did it all the time, and I never did get used to it. While I never had to walk the girders like they did, there were plenty of days when I stood on the edge of a floor with nothing but a rope between me and oblivion.
But one of the "guys" was a blonde woman named Janice! She was in her mid-twenties, and her tanned, buffed body was a sight to behold. From her short, curly hair, to her muscular arms, to her hard round breasts, to her washboard abs, incredibly tight buns, and sinewy legs, she was an outright amazon.
The men on the main job had at first resisted her coming to work with them, but she'd proved so strong and agile that they'd learned to respect her. They also talked about whether she was lesbian or bi. Their most usual talk, though, centered on their attraction to her. In other words, "Damn, would I like to fuck that Janice!"
Nor did it give them any peace that she dressed like they did, in a cut-off T-shirt, ragged denim shorts, and construction boots. She even wore a tool belt that made her look kinky as hell! Yes, Janice was a buff goddess, and we all lusted after her bod.
But, wonder of wonders, she turned out to have eyes for me!
One afternoon, she and I were working alone on the thirtieth floor. It was the middle of summer, hot as blazes, and I'd stripped off my shirt to catch whatever breeze there was. My tanned torso was slick with sweat, and I caught Janice looking me over.
"Nice muscles, Nick," she laughed, hands on sexy hips. She was as forward as my sister, but with a different style.
"Thanks," I grinned. "But shut up and make the joint."
I was pretending to refer to the piece of steel she was bolting into place. I knew she'd catch my double meaning, though, and she did.
"I'd like to make your joint," the tough young blonde replied. "After all, I'm an expert at 'erections'! "
Our mutual lust was all out in the open now, as free as the air on the thirtieth floor. My cock was hard in my jeans, and I knew she could see the bulge. Our eyes met, and we knew we'd go out and score the minute we hit the ground after work.
But little could I guess what would happen right away!
"Whew! It's hot up here," Janice laughed. "I think I'll take my shirt off, too!"
To my wonderment, she did, baring her whole upper body. Her breasts were so high, round, and firm that she didn't need a bra, so I could see her whole tanned chest and back. The fact that she was still wearing her tool belt, denim shorts, and boots added to the sight. My cock started to drip in response.
Who said muscular women weren't sexy? I had a sudden fantasy of all women who worked outdoors going around topless just like men.
"Damn!" I finally reacted. "Now I'm really hot, but it isn't the weather!"
"Me, too," the curly-haired blonde replied. "My pussy's creaming like crazy. Look, Nick!"
Then she truly blew my mind. She unhooked her tool belt, reached for her zipper, and wiggled out of her shorts and panties, giving me an eyeful of her hard tummy and her tight, exciting buns. Even more, though, there was her yellow-furred pussy, which was partway open and visibly wet.
I swallowed hard. "If I didn't know better," I gasped, "I'd say you want to do it right now, right here."
"You don't know better!" Janice exulted, running over and leaping onto me, her arms around my neck and her strong legs hugging my middle. "I want your big 'steely rod.' We're on the high iron, and I want you to give me a high hard one, for sure!"
There was no argument from me! Here was that buff goddess, naked except for her kinky boots, clinging to me and begging for my cock. I unzipped my jeans, letting my big, stiff member snap up into her crotch. With no effort at all, it slid on up into her hot, slippery tightness. She lowered herself onto it to the hilt, gasping with a feminine glee despite her general personality.
"Ohhh, Nick!" she went, her blue eyes bulging with lust. "We're doing it. Ohhh, fuck me. Yesss!"
"Damn right," I laughed, as we got into the action. "I'll give you all you can handle!"
But it turned out to be Janice who did most of the work! She was in such fantastic shape that she moved on me easily, using my whole, upright length in her rhythmic lunges. I was still in a standing position, and my tensed legs only increased my cock's excitement. I did get my hands under her butt, but that wasn't necessary to help her. Instead, it was I who got the thrill of feeling her hard, smooth buns and the slick, furry place between them!
"Ohhh, yeah!" the buff blonde panted, breathing hotly into my face. "Yeah!"
"Ungh!" I responded, knowing I was involved in one of the greatest bangs of my life. "Ungh!"
In a minute, I was ready to come, and what a powerful come it would be! Just then, though, I regained consciousness of my surroundings. There I was, standing in the middle of the thirtieth floor of an unfinished building high above the city, with that muscular nympho wrapped around me. No one could see us, but I wouldn't have cared if they could. I was totally into the sex, and into her, and that was just fine.
But it may have been her thoughts that had made me look around-because she proceeded to make our encounter even wilder!
"Let's finish up over there, Nick," she laughed, suddenly stopping her wanton motion. "I've done it before there with guys, and I think you'll really like it."
I followed Janice's eyes-to a twelve-inch-wide steel girder that hadn't been floored over yet. I felt my palms sweat, and not from sexual tension.
"You're kidding," I said. "You want me to stand and balance us on that?"
"No, silly," she replied. "You're supposed to lay me down on it. Even that way, it will be a real blast!"
She was as crazy as all the people who worked on the high iron, but it also carried over to her sexuality! I knew I'd be as crazy if I followed her lead, but I just couldn't help myself. So, shaking like a leaf in spite of my own muscles, I walked her across the floor.
Then I took three steps out onto the girder, and laid her down!
We began banging again, now with me lunging into her. She raised her sinewy legs onto my shoulders, opened her dripping pussy to the fullest. Her breasts stood up like hard, ripe melons, barely bobbing because of their incredible tone. Her nipples looked like rivets on top of them!
It was enough to be plunging into that tough blonde's steaming pussy. We went at it more and more hotly, until sweat poured off our athletically straining bodies. We built higher and higher, accompanied by the sound of flesh meeting turned-on flesh.
But there was also where we were. Three hundred feet of sheer space was below us, into which we might fall at any moment! We both had good balance, but we could very easily get carried away with the sex and tumble off the girder.
Janice had been right. The danger was the biggest thrill of all!
"Damn, this is too much!" I gasped, my heart pounding. "You are one crazy nympho 'broad'! "
"Then maybe you'd better end it, Nick," she challenged. "And you can do that by making us come!"
So I lunged deeply and hardly into her, bringing us off like I was a pile driver. Her strength hadn't intimidated me; instead, as a strong woman should do with all good men, it had only made me more powerful. As her every muscle flexed to the max, her pussy contracted around me like it would never let go. In response, my hugely engorged cock went through a sledgehammer orgasm, one that stiffened my spine and curled my fingers and toes.
"Oh! Oh! Oh, damn!" I bellowed, so loudly that I thought the whole city heard. "Oh!"
"Oh, wow!" Janice echoed, clenching her fists and jamming her mound up against me, her insides spasming strongly. "Oh, fuck. Ohhhhh!"
Then we almost did lose it! Her sweaty butt slid sideways, threatening to drop off the girder. And my head swam so much from my orgasm that I nearly lost my own balance.
It would literally have been a climax to end all. We would have been free-falling through space, coming every second. It would have been our first and last time, but what a way to go!
We recovered, though, and I pumped that buff blonde's hot, tight, slippery pussy full of generous gobs of my stuff. Nor was it our imagination that the tingle we felt from our near-disaster, and the weird sensation in our guts, made our final fulfillment even better.
She and I were again literally on top of the world!
We disengaged. Being human, I was glad to get back off that steel girder and onto the flooring of the thirtieth story. I'd never try anything like that again, no matter how much crazy Janice coaxed me.
There was no question of doing any more work that day, either, so she and I got dressed and headed for the construction elevator. But I knew I'd always be driven wild by my memory of what we'd just done. To think that some people bragged about only balling on airplanes!
I knew something else. Even if I didn't risk my life to follow her, that tough nympho would lead me into more than enough outrageous pleasures. I was crazy enough for her, and I had to have her for good!
But I lost track of her for a while, during which time she doubtless boffed other lucky guys. One equally hot evening, though, I spotted her on the street when I was driving home in my old, beat-up truck.
Janice had been working on a 'safer' construction job; the building was only ten stories high! She was putting away her tools for the day, and she was grimy and sweaty. Clad in the same T-shirt, shorts, and boots, she looked better, not to mention kinkier, than ever.
"Hey, Jan!" I called, pulling to a stop. "How's it going?"
"Damn fine, Nick," she answered, recognizing me and walking over to the passenger side window. "Damn fine!"
Her yellow curls were tousled and dusty, and her strong pecs lifted her breasts to their usual, stiff-nippled hardness. Needless to say, my cock was already threatening to bust my jeans. I needed to jump her muscular bod again.
Plus, there was the fact that she was so outright soiled, as she really hadn't been when we'd made it on the thirtieth floor. Show me a man who isn't secretly attracted to a literally dirty woman, and I'll show you a wimp!
"You look like you need a beer and a shower, in that order," I laughed, reaching over and opening the door for her. "Need a ride? Hop in!"
"I do," Janice grinned, sliding onto the worn seat. "And I guess you can give me both of them."
"Yeah," I confirmed. "And a big, hard cock in between!"
So I drove her to my place, and we had the beer. We gulped our cold, refreshing brews, though, because we were even thirstier for each other! Springing up from where we were sitting opposite, we came, or rather crashed, into each other's arms.
Our bodies met with a lust and a heat that was incredible.
"Oh, Nick!" the buff blonde gasped, digging her fingers into my shoulders. "I've missed you. I think you're the one!"
"Me, too," I laughed, getting my hands reacquainted with her taut back and her hard, exciting buns. "This time, let's stay together!"
But first, we had to get together, and that was surely what we did. I went to work on her T-shirt, yanking it up and off over her head. I got my chest bare, too, putting it in direct contact with her amazingly hard, round breasts and her stiff red nipples. I'd still been dressed when we'd gone at it before, but now I wanted it to be in the buff, indeed.
Then I unzipped her shorts and pushed them down, pausing for a moment to think what turned me on so much about denim on a woman. Probably it was that it was so rough compared to the wearer's smoothness, which was a real kinky thing. Or better yet, it was because she wore such a demure garment under it-which fact was confirmed right now by the flowered panties that I proceeded to strip off Janice!
At any rate, I got her naked, and myself as well. Now she could see every inch of my tanned, muscular form, which matched up so well with her own. Yeah, I wanted her to admire me as I did her, and admire me she did!
"Damn, you're an Adonis, Nick," she purred, running her fingers over me. "I thought so, but now I know it."
"It must be my heritage," I grinned. "But my best muscle is the one between my legs!"
Then she seized that muscle gleefully with both hands, and actually pulled me by it to the bed! She fell back on the mattress, lifted her sinewy arms over her blonde head, and stretched and writhed wantonly. Her muscles rippled, her boobs stood up as perfect hemispheres, and her pelvis lifted and waved in invitation.
"Fuck me, stud," she said. "Fuck me now!"
And so I did. I went down on top of her, my cock sliding unerringly into her hot, tight love hole. I was back inside her, and what a thrill it was!
I began humping Janice with an absolute will. There was the relative springiness of her boobs against my chest, but the rest of her was as hard and exciting as before. Also, she went at it in an offhand way this time, as if she was so tough she didn't care. But there was something about that that made it even wilder!
like I said, there was also the fact that she was grimy from work. The streaks of construction dirt on her bare flesh were a major turn-on!
"Oh, yeah, fuck, oh, lover," she chanted. "Oh, do it to me, Nick!"
"I'll do it," I panted, as I plunged my outsized manhood into her like a well-oiled machine. "I'll do it forever!"
Then we rolled over and she started to ride me. On the high iron, it had been just a couple of positions, but now we could explore more possibilities! I could really see her tight mouth and sex-obsessed blue eyes, her strong arms braced on my chest, her flexed abs and her steely thighs. Bouncing strongly and rhythmically, she got her whole body into it-a body that was practically a muscular extension of the "muscle" that was her fantastic loins!
"Yeah, ride me, babe!" I urged her, my cock feeling huge, stiff, and marvelous from end to end.
"Ungh. Ungh. Ungh!" Janice grunted happily, gazing down at me with ultimate candor. There were no little squeals or sighs from this tough woman!
Her body was simply spectacular, without an ounce of surplus flesh. The way her feminine muscles moved drove me wild. Her shoulders, pecs, abs, buns, and thighs rippled and flexed. The only relatively softer parts of her were her breasts and her pussy, and those were even more thrilling because of their contrast with the rest of her hard form.
Then we came, with a blast that was easily equal to the one we'd enjoyed on the high iron! I lunged my thick, towering member up at her, going as deep as I could. She took it readily, seizing it with her inner muscles and virtually sucking my orgasm out of me as before. Her pussy seemed to have a mind and a control all its own!
"Oh, yeah. Ahhhhh!" I gasped, as I gave her another big shot of what she obviously wanted: my hot, copious man-stuff. My pumping cock felt more than great, from its base to its tip.
"Uh-huh. Uh-huh. Ungh!" my tough partner echoed, throwing back her curly blonde head, shutting her eyes, and gritting her teeth from the strength of her own big O. She took her hands off me and grabbed her breasts, squeezing her nipples between her fingers.
At last, panting and laughing throatily, she collapsed down on top of me.
We could have done more, such as have our first oral encounter, but there would be time for that later. As it was, we were hungry as hell from our hard day's work and now the sex. Nice work if you could get it!
So we uncoupled, and I showered and put on some clean clothes. Then I drove her to her place, where she cleaned up and wiggled into a short, low-cut dress. In a different way, she was just as sexy as she'd been in her work clothes. Her breasts swelled up and outward, and her buff body looked like a model's.
"I'm glad you don't think I'm threatening," Janice said, reading my thoughts. "A woman can be strong and tough, and still be feminine."
"You're the proof of that," I laughed, giving her a hug. As further proof, my cock was "threatening" to get hard again!
Then we went to a nice restaurant and had a big, satisfying dinner. And that was where, and when, it happened.
"Marry me," I said over coffee. "I need you all the time."
She shrugged her shoulders. "Sure. Me, too. But, like you might have guessed, I can't always be faithful. Also, I sometimes go both ways."
I smiled. "No problem. I'm sure I'll do some straight straying of my own."
Then, feeling she had a right to know, I told her about my relationship with my sister; she was the first person I'd ever told. But, while she raised her eyebrows, Janice didn't have a problem with that, either.
"You know, all that stuff about male-female roles is bullshit," she mused as we left the restaurant. "I think you really do need someone like me."
I surely agreed. My buff bride-to-be had made me more of a man, not less of one. Despite or because of our tough, athletic sex, I'd found an inner peace I'd never known. And the orgasms she gave me were something else again!
So we got married, and I did have a blonde partner who was opposite to my and my sister's darkness, just as Angela did with her husband, Sam. But if you think I'm done telling about my sister and myself, you're mistaken.
I said that my wife now knew about my incestuous affair with Angie. And I said that Janice told me she sometimes went both ways.
But what if I were to tell you that it all literally came together, with my wife, my sister, and me?
Well, that's exactly what happened!