Author: [BBL] Stories~collected

[BBL]

Stories in this collection:

#1st STORY: My Girlfriend *Illus*

Helpless

Softie

Too Weak and Too Soft

Jungle Girl

Love Story


Dear all,

This is my first attempt at writing a story. I would be thankful for all comments and critique.

My Girlfriend
by BBL

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I met her two years ago at a nightclub. I am 6ft 2 and 180 lbs, pretty average body, a bit of fat and a tiny bit of muscle. She was a complete opposite, 5ft 7 and 165 lbs of pure muscle. Her name was Natasha, she was a powerlifter and a competitive bodybuilder with beautiful blonde hair and striking blue eyes. Almost every measurement in my body was minuscule compared to hers: My arms were 14in, hers were 16; My thighs were 20, hers were 24; this list can go on and on...



She is dominant, commanding and bossy but on the other hand she is loving and protective. Early in our relationship both of us discovered that we both fit each other perfectly, we shared similar interests and fetishes. That's when our roles were reversed. Natasha was the aggressor, the taker, when I was more submissive and passive in our love life. The only thing I did was bringing money to the house. I liked her bulging muscles and that immense power they radiated. She would often scoop me in her arms and kiss me tenderly while I was feeling her huge 17 inch biceps. Then she would carry me to our bedroom, get on top of me and fuck me, I would be begging her to be gentle to avoid blue marks and soreness that her powerful grip leaves on my, much softer, body. I love clanging to her powerful shoulders while she is riding me, I love to hear how primal growl escapes her lips before the orgasm and finally, I love how she calls me *softie* with her deep, husky voice.

Every time I visit the gym together with her, I realize how scarily strong she is. She benches 250 lbs for reps, dumbbell curls 60's, deadlifts 315 and she makes it look easy. I tried to work out with her at first, but then I realized that I cant even budge half of the weights she does, so I decided to leave power training to her and switched instead to bicycle and running. I decided to get rid of few extra lbs of fat and become slimmer. She is the strongest person in the gym and I am proud of it.

Sometimes it is very hard for me to do my cardio when Natasha is around. Because the gym we visit is small, the cardio area is not far from the weights section, so I often hear Natasha's powerful growls which instantly make me hard and bring my training to an end. If there is not a lot of people around, I would then come to her and start feeling her gargantuan muscles while she is doing her heavy sets. After every workout she becomes very horny, she often refuses to wait till home and sexually attacks me at the point when we just got into my car. At these times she is ultra dominant and aggressive, which turns me on even more. I think it is very romantic to be raped by a 165 lbs bodybuilder girl in a sports coupe.

When we started dating her arms were barely over 16in in size and she weighted 165, I then promised her that when her bi's will grow to 17in and she will add 10lbs of muscle I will give her a very special and expensive silver necklace by Tiffany&Co. This turned out to be a huge motivator for her, she immediately started eating like a horse. She used to consume at least 2 times more food per day than I did. This quickly gave some results: In 4 months she added an inch to her arms and one month later the scales were showing 175lbs. I was more than happy to cash out and give her this present. I have to tell you, that night I had the best sex of my life, Natasha was so lustful and fucked me so hard that I was unable to move for most of next day.

Another thing that I found exiting is that Natasha started doing kickboxing a year ago. She did it partly for fun and partly because she knew I loved the mix of huge muscles and marthial art skills. She also new that I loved when she protected me (it happened a few times, I'll tell you about it later in the story. My muscle babe made a huge progress during this year, her trainer said that her enormous power and agility have given her a big headstart in kickboxing. I noticed that she became more aggressive, her power fetish became more evident. Last time when she had her way with me, I felt that she was enjoying being in control more than ever, she roared 'MINE' when she came and unintentionally dug her fingers so hard into my jelly shoulders that I actually cried from pain. It took 5 days for my shoulders to recover from this. She apologized to me and admitted that sometimes she didn't control her own strength.

So here I am, dating a girl of my dreams, a loving and caring from one side and a killing maschine on another. The good thing is that I feel safer than ever when I am with her. I feel no fear walking through darkest streets when I have my beautiful protector by my side. Once three guys tried to mug me in the parking lot of a large cinema. It was after the movie, Natasha went to toilet and I decided to wait for her in my car. Just when I was opening my car these three guys approached me, without any questions they delivered few hard kicks after which I was laying on the ground. They started searching me for valuables and thats when my beauty came out of the cinema. At first she was smiling but then when she saw me her face expression immediately changed. She was wearing a summer dress which exposed her canon-ball shoulders and super-human arms. She was furious, when I saw her look, even I was scared. Natasha ran to me, with the help of her ultra-muscular legs she covered 50 meters that separated us in a few seconds. The guys turned around but it was too late, with first ferocious kick she chinned the first guy and I heard a cracking sound, he was out cold. The second guy got behind her and took her in a full nelson when the third bastard was preparing to strike her. This is when Natasha really shown them what it is like to be THAT powerful. With ease she broke the full-nelson, elbowed a guy behind her and kicked the other guy in the stomach. All of them were on the ground, one was out cold, the other two moaning. My baby came to me, gave me a passionate kiss, scooped me in her arms and asked me if I was fine. I said yes, eventhough my whole body was in pain, so she carried me to the car and the drove us to our house where she gave me a night of unforgettable sex.

To be continued (if you wish so)....

[BBL]

Helpless
by BBL
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The young blonde girl's thighs tightened their grip around my neck and I
groaned in pain and resignation at the helplessness of my plight. the
extreme pain being inflicted by the powerful thighs was leaving me unable
to move. My head felt tht it could explode at any moment and bells were
ringing incessantly in my head, a further flexing of the voluptious
blonde's thigh muscles rendered me un conscious after one final pitiful
male bellow of agony.

When I came round I was spreadeagled on the floor with the triumphant,
petite, young blonde astride me with her thighs poised menacingly beside
my head ready to quash any spirit of rebelion that might be left in me,
but there was none. i had been completely beaten up by this young
amazonian woman. I�lay still beneath this incredibly sexy blonde and
thought rueullky back over the events that had led up to me being in this
humiliating position.

It had begun when I had espied the 5 foot three inch Sammy in ther pub,
she was covered in� jewels and appeared very affluenrt, I, for my part
was unemployed and formulated an idea that here was someone from whom I
could gain some ill-gotten gains. i discovered her name and address and
gone to her nome there had been no answer at the door so I waited
patiently for the beautiful Sammy to return, i had been nearly an hour
when a car drw up, parked and the vision that was Sammy got out, he was
clad in skin-tight jeans, thigh-length boots and a low-cut white blouse
which admirably demonstrated her voluptious breasts, she made her way to
the ddor and removed her keys from her pockets, opened the door and went
in, and I followed quickly and barged through the door beore she could
shut it , indeed I shut it behind me so that there would be no
disturbance. Sammy was affronted and angry "who the hell are you and
whatt do you mean by this boorish behaviour?"

"I want money and while I am about it you as well" I replied.

"Get out or I will throw you out" responded the spirited little blonde, I
ignored her and walked deeper inbto the house, "did you hear me? said the
stunning girl.

"I heard you and i will leave but first I will take what I came for.

Then begn the shock of my life. The gorgeous sxy young woman was about to
prove that she was both those things but touigh and strong as well, she
advanced on me saying "alright, mate you askeed for this."

I smiled at hte bravado and fondly imagined the pleasure I would get in
subduing this haughty blonde. I knew her looks set her apart form other
women but was not ready to discover that she was special in other ways
too. The plucky girl was going to fight me and that would be fun I
thought. the first inkling I got that all might not be as it seemed was
in the first tussle when I was singularly unsuccessful in putting the
pouting blonde on the floor and as we struggled muscle to muscle it was I
who had to bend the knee first and as my head bowed down bwfore her her
shapely knee came up to greet it and i reeled back from the blow before
attempting to gain a headlock on her, but once again it was Sammy who
prevailed and she violently twisted my arm up and behind my back and i
went down like a sack of potatos as she kicked me inb the face, as I rose
the cool wildcat dropkicked me in the face and i was down again, once
more i rose but there was the grinning Sammy ready to continue my torment
an upper cut to my face followed by three more painful blows to my
rapidly swelling face,�I had not managed a blow and as her fists honed in
on me again and again the realisation dawned on me that I had taken on
more than I could handle and�I was about to be woman-whipped. Sammy got
me into a headlock and drove further blows into my face, frantically I
broke free and attempted to make for the door and freedom but Sammy was
too quick and dragged me back, she threw me to the floor and descended on
top of me, my arms were being stretchhed out of their sockets, her knees
came down on my sshouklders and her crotch hovered manacingly avove my
head, her luscious thighs were about my head and th girl was astride me
and in complete command of the situation. Gradually my struggles subsided
and some 20 minutes afterbeing placed in this hold I lay still, my
goanings and writhings silenced and stilled.It waqs au unspoked
admissioin that I coukd not unseat the young girl from her seat of power,
if this had not been happening to me I wouild not have believed it to
have been possible that this sexy, petite young blonde of the model looks
coukld have been diong this to me. Sammy swept her hair back off of her
face and ground her knees into my pitiful arm muscles and crashed down on
my chest. I screamed in pain"please let me go"! Sammy purred with
pleasure.

"What was that yiou said" she demanded, I repeated my plaintive request
"oh no" said the dominatrix "You asked for it and you will get it, I am
not finished with you, not by a long way." I knew not what I could do I
was abjectly pinned and at the complete mercy of this blonde girl. sammy
was aware that I was now owned by her and was enjoying my subjugatiion.
she got off me and dragged me across the room and in front of a full
length mirror so she coukld enjoy watching my plight she descended on me
again and trapped my arms between her thighs and calves and she
compouhnded my humiliation by placing her bottom squarely on my face.
Breathing became dificult beneathe her pert and in other circumstances
sensual buttocks, she kept me captive and after 60 seconds lifted her
bottom from my face I gasped frantically for air but the respite was
short-lived and�those glorious buttock returned to their resting position
atop my face�this was repeated at least 20 times before during one of my
brief moments of air I pleaded "mercy", Sammy sat back onb my chest and
laughed at me with my arms pulled ruthlessly out above me by her stronger
arms she was riding high on my chest, my shoulders beneath her knees, and
hands held high above my head by the beautifully manicured hand of my
blonde tormentress. "What was that you said punk were you begging for
mercy?" I said nothing, "what was it you said" repeated Sammy and landed
afierce bloe on my defencless face. I tasteed the blood trickling down
into my mouth and repeated my plea "I said mercy, what do you want of
me?"

I want you to relise aqnd accept thst beautiful women are not to be
treated badly by you boorish men and that yoiu men are totally under our
thumb and,as the slaves that you are to the superior sex, are at our beck
and call at all times, and that it is only because we are so nice that we
don't beat you up all the time and allow you the illusion of equality."

"Please," I said "I realise that, I will do whatever you say or want."
The humiliation and sense of despair in me was immense and Sammy swensing
this and obviously believing that I had learnt the lesson, visibly
relaxed and my male pride and stubborness made me break free, but it was
oh so short-lived and was a foolish decision and she quickkly and really
effortlessly brought me back into a position of servitude and submission
with an eye-watering head scisors., Her bejean clad legs displayed her
power and dominance as I whimpered at the force that they were imparting,
her legs couild subdue me with frightening ease and the magnificent femle
inflicted pain, humiliation and degradation on me in equal portions. Not
inb my wildest nightmaes had I envisaged being a captive of sammy's
thighs and begging piteously for her mercy, but this was the position I
was now in and those seemingly soft, sensuous thighs of the nubile blonde
wereb in marked contrast to their cool emasculating power and hidden
depths of muscle. For 30 minutes Sammy kept me captive between her
shapely thighs making me drift in and out of consciousness at her whim.
Truly I was a beaten man and a slave to those magnificent legs.

Eventually sammy began to speak "you will be my slave" the thigh muscles
flexed.

"Yes" I meekly replied.

"When i say jump the only question will be how high."

"Yes" I said again

"You will surrender and admit my superiority"

"Yes"

"Well go on then"

"I surrender and admit yoiur superiority" I stammerd out.

Sammy smiled and flexed those fabulous incredible thighs again and I
bagan to cry, my male bravado and arrogance completely crushed by this
unlikely source a stunningly attractive woman. Feminbinity was in the
ascendancy and sammy's thighs hel me meekly subservient, which is where
the tale began.

So here ai was beneath the girl she had removed her jeans and knickers
and my mouth was against her crotch her thighs in thier position of
command around my neck ready to destroy me should I disobey her imperious
demands. Sammy was exultant and she had every right to be so, she had
utterly destroyed me I had never had a single moment of even equality
with this amazon girl. Sammy smiled at my helplessness and said "I
believe you said you woukld have me well here is my crotch lick it and
serve me well, your dreams will be fulfilled but perhaps in a different
way than you had thought." I obeyed and although this was not what I had
wanted nor how I dare not disobey the girl. The dominant blonde had
clearly made her point that I was her slave and she could do with me as
she wished. I licked her assiduously and with due care and revernece so
as not to anger her and soon sammy's juices were flowing freely over my
face I had been face-raped by her. Again and again I had to bring her to
orgasm and my tongue was bone-dry when sammy bade me stop.

I left that house unrecognisable from the arrognt male bully who had
enterd it, I was now a woman-whippedslave and whenever the phone rings
and it is Sammy I shiver andleap to do her bidding however demeaning,
what choice do I have sammy is Wonderwoman,Supergirl and the Bionic woman
rolled into one with a modern day Amazon queen. I had gone to rob sammy
of her money and womanhood and had left robbed of my freedom and manhood.
Everything I own is Sammy's my time, my money, myself all is hers by
right and by might.

[BBL]

Softie
by BBL

Her huge white thighs clamped down hard on his leg, making his thigh feel as
though it were pinched flat. He moaned a little and tried to pull his thigh
away from her hot pussy, but Diana's thick legs held him tight. Her pretty
mouth smiled as she wrapped her long arms around him, drawing him into her
broad chest, pressing his upper arms to his sides. He ran his hands down her
back to cup her round ass.

Her thighs swelled again, crushing his thin leg, and her butt hardened in his
hands, His cock swelled against her as she crushed him to her. "You like that,
don't you, honey," she said, moving her hands down to his skinny ass. He felt
her fingers squeeze his flesh, and he flexed his glutes.. She chuckled, and he
felt her fingers squeeze his muscles despite his flex. 'Feel that hard-on...
mmmm... I think somebody likes it rough!" she said, as she kneaded his ass.
She found his mouth and kissed him hard. She dug her fingers harder into his
ass and he moaned a little, rubbing his cock against her thick public hair.

They had hooked up at a musical show, one of those multi-stage sorts where
people camp out for a couple of days. They had met a few times before, and he
had felt a chemistry with her that apparently was mutual.

She stood 5'11 to his 6'4", she was broad-shouldered and wide hipped to his
reedy slenderness. Her long, brown hair, pale skin and red lips, her clever
green eyes, all looked lovely to him. Her shapely, deep bosom and round ass
seemed positively magnetic.

They watched a couple of bands, and danced together, and soon found themselves
under a tree kissing. He had been completely unused to a woman who could stand
on tip-toe and look him nearly in the eye. After a while she offered the
hospitality of her nearby farmhouse, as they drank another round. He accepted
gratefully.

Thus he found himself naked with her, on a thick cloth mattress in a big tent
draped with colorful cloth. He went brain-dead with lust when she revealed her
thick, shapely body, kissing her from top to bottom. He slipped his thigh
between hers, pressing gently against her warmth. Her thighs - probably
half-again the size of his - clamped down like wooden bars and her long, round
arms squeezed him tightly.

"Mmmm... I think somebody likes it rough," she purred, as she felt his cock
harden against her pubes. "Is that so," he answered, grinning back at her,
"well I can be rough if that's what you'd like." He wiggled his arms out from
hers, and pushed back on her shoulders as he tried to roll on top of her. He
discovered that he still couldn't pull his leg from between hers. He got her
sort of under him, but his leg was in the way. She was still smiling, up at
him now, with a look of surprise. She began to roll him back, and they laughed
together. He felt her wide shoulders swell and harden in his hands. Her arms
raised her hands clamped onto his biceps, then in a smooth, sure movement she
slammed him onto his back with his arms crushed in her fingers and his leg
trapped in the air above her ass.

Her big breasts pressed against his chest, her mound pressed his hard cock
into his belly. He struggled to raise his arms, but she pushed herself down on
him and they stayed pinned firmly. She released his leg and kissed him deeply.
His cock twitched under her, even as he failed to break her hold. Her fingers
felt like thick cords that tightened on his biceps. He flexed his muscles
hard, and she moaned a little as she squeezed, his flexed arms giving easily
in her grip. A wave of pleasure ran through him, and he relaxed into her kiss,
letting her hands squish his softened arms.

"No, silly," she purred as she pulled her lips from his, "Not me... you!" "Me
what?" he said, as she released his arms but let her whole weight lay on his
chest. Her damp heat was pressed against his cock, but she kept herself away
from the head, so that he couldn't enter her. "You like it rough, you big
marshmallow..." she stretched out her legs to either side of him, slamming her
body lightly down onto his. "Marshmallow?!" he laughed, and tried again to
push her off of him. She kept her legs spread wide, and he discovered that she
was much heavier than she looked. He found that he could barely lift her off
of his chest, and his arms just could not hold her there for long.

She grabbed his wrists and again forced his arms to the bed. "Yup," she
mocked, " a big, good-looking marshmallow." She brought his wrists next to his
shoulders, then wrapped her arms around his arms and body, trying to pin his
arms to his sides. They rassled a bit and she tipped off of him, only to slip
a leg between his and manage to pin his left arm with her right. She bear
hugged him tightly and pressed her big thigh firmly up against him, spreading
his legs. "There, gotcha!" she crowed, and started kissing his face and neck,
pressing her bosom against his chest and rubbing her thigh against his balls.

He struggled for a bit, but his left arm was solidly pinned. He went for
turn-about, and clamped his legs around her thigh. Her lips were warm on his
neck as he squeezed her thigh, wrapping his right arm around her. She purred,
and thrust her pussy against him. Then he felt her leg swell, her whole body
hardening. His legs just seemed to bend around hers as her chest expanded, her
arms squeezing his chest and arm tight. She kissed her way up his neck and
found his mouth, their tongues flicking.

He felt his cock swell again in the warmth of her tight embrace. A rush spread
through him and he let himself surrender to her grip. His body was compressed,
even a whoosh ofair leaving him as her arms and chest crushed him. He ran his
hand over her back, amazed at how broad and hard it was, then over her
shoulder and down her arm. He had loved the look of her big, round arms on her
big frame. Now he was shocked to feel thick, hard muscle under the velvet of
her skin.

He felt her huge thigh press into his balls and her chest and arms tighten as
her hot mouth crushed his lips. He squeezed her left arm, and then squeezed
harder. He could barely compress the thick flesh, and her muscles rippled as
she ran her hand up to hold his head. Her biceps swelled like an orange in his
hand as she thrust her tongue into his mouth. Suddenly gasping for breath, he
ceased all resistance, lying limp but clinging to her arm.

"Oh baby," he breathed, as he returned her kisses. "Oh baby, what?" she asked.
Still keeping him in her hold, her body pressed to his. She softened her
crushing squeeze, and gazed into his eyes with her blue-green lights. "You're
so... so hot!" he said, covering her lips with small kisses. His hand still
gripped her biceps, now a little more relaxed. She released him and lay next
to him a moment. "I certainly am," she answered, gently pushing him onto his
back, where he lay catching his breath. She raised herself up on her knees,
her big tits swaying over her tight waist. She put her hands behind her head,
and her round, brown arms flexed. "I'm so hot that you're just a melted
marshmallow," she laughed, and ran a hand over his chest. She cupped hand and
kneaded his tit. He reached up and cupped one of her breasts. He kneaded it
gently, it's mass too great to really fit in one hand. He thumbed her nipple,
and she threw herself down onto his chest, taking his pectorals in her hands.
She kneaded them deeply, her fingers bruising the soft muscle, making him
protest. He grabbed her wrists but couldn't wrestle her hands from his chest.

"Oh stop it, silly," she said, caught his left wrist in her left hand, and
pulled it under his head. She pressed herself against him, laying on his right
arm. "You love this... you get hard as a rock when I show you how much
stronger I am than you." She ran a hand down his body, slowly kneading his
flesh. He said, "You're strong, that's for sure, but you're not really as
strong as me- you got the drop and me, and used your weight.... Ooohhh..." He
sighed as her hand found his stony cock. She gripped it gently and said,
"Baby, you seem soft as can be to me," she slowly stroked his shaft, "But
you're not completely weak - I've made guys my size beg me to let go with a
squeeze like I just gave you."

He blushed hot at her soft, mocking words, even as his hips rose in response
to her hand. Barely three minutes ago he had been crushed into helplessness by
this lovely woman. Now he felt some macho impulse to assert his masculine
strength. Despite the urge, he felt weak and excited as she stroked him. She
still held his left wrist twisted under his head, and he made to twist his
wrist from her grip.

She lay on her left side next to his right, her right hand slowly working his
member. He strained, trying to twist his wrist, but her slender fingers
tightened like ropes, and he couldn't budge his arm. Waves of pleasure from
his cock convinced him not to try any more to escape.

"You tried to break my grip, didn't you?" she asked, kissing his neck warmly.
He blushed again, and nodded. "You couldn't do it, could you?" she asked, and
he shook his head. Once again his hips bucked and he maoned as she squeezed
and stroked.

She had, of course, felt his effort to free his arm. He wasn't really totally
weak - she had probably bruised his wrist using enough force to restrain him.
When she had set her sights on him, she wondered whether there was any meat to
his big arms, his broad shoulders. Handsome and smart, he had obviously been
attracted to her big, thick body. AS they hung out he had taken every chance
to touch her shoulders, her arms. When they embraced, she had felt immediately
that he was a softy. She could compress his back and chest with a gentle
squeeze, as she measured such things, Cute as he was - and she was sure that
she wanted him to play with - he was just another softy. She wondered whether
he admitted to himself that he wanted a woman to work him over and do him
hard...

Now she had him restrained, on his back, his nice cock nearly pulsing in her
hand. What to do, what to do...

She leaned over and kissed him hard - his lips responded hungrily, and me
moaned a little without struggling. She said, "Damn, you're good looking," she
kissed his face with little kisses, his mouth open, lips red. "Oh please..."
she heard him moan. She ignored him, and went on, "those sweet lips, those
eyes... and just so helpless for me." "You guys get all urgent when you're
hard..." she kissed way down to his nipple and back to his lips, "you're nice
and big and hard, too..." she said, releasing his wrist and slipping her hand
under his head to grip his biceps. He moaned again and said, "please, please
let me be in you." "That may yet happen, baby," she said, as he writhed under
her hand, "but you're so soft and weak, I just have to play with you a while."
She squeezed his big arm in one hand, and his hard cock in the other. He had a
guy's usual reflexes, and she felt him flex his biceps in her hand.

"Mmm..." she purred, " nice and thick and hard..." she began to really work
his cock, while squeezing his arm hard. His muscle was pretty big, but not
really hard, she could compress his arm easily. His cock was stony, though,
and as she squeezed and stroked, she said "but I want you to know how helpless
you are in my arms, so we have to soften you up. We're gonna take that big
boner away from you for a while."

He squirmed in her grip, as he felt his orgasm approach. His left arm was
caught in her grip, his right pinned under her. He felt her hand clamp down on
his arm and he flexed again, but she pressed a thumb into his muscle, hard.
She whispered in his ear, "If I squeeze just hard enough, you'll get all
squishy for me, won't you..." Her hand pumped once again, and he felt his cock
go off. "There we go," she murmured, and his cock pumped onto his chest and
belly "fells so good to have the big, strong woman squeeze you..." He felt her
hand seem to double its pressure on his arm and her thumb crushed his muscle,
making him gasp aloud, and ending his efforts to flex. Her hand crushed and
kneaded his limp arm, as her other hand did the same with his dick. More
pulses of pleasure washed through him as she squished and kneaded his
softening body. He could only gasp, and moan incoherently," Oh... so...
you're... oh..." as she crushed his arm and his cock..

She felt squishy herself, between her legs, as she watched his handsome face,
eyes closed now, lips parted. She kneaded his swiftly shrinking cock, and felt
his arm go soft in her hand. "Try to tell me that you don't like it rough!"
she teased, kissing him, his lips answering hers hungrily. She crushed his
little biceps again and he opened his eyes. "Please," he said, with a little
whimper in his voice, "you're hurting my arm." She let up on his arm, saying,
"Oh, I'm sorry baby. You're just so soft..." Kissing him again, she said, "I
just don't know my own strength sometimes."

He lay panting on his back, but she had no intention of letting him rest. She
climbed onto his chest and straddled it, stretching her body, then pulling her
arms downward, into a double biceps flex. "Look at this baby," she said, as he
stretched his own body and rubbed his bruised arm. He felt totally confused.
He had wanted this woman so much, and he had gotten her. Now he had been
totally humiliated by her aggressive domination - he felt as soft and weak as
she said he was. Yet her lips were so sweet as he responded to her kisses, and
she released him, when he begged her.

Now he looked up at her as she stretched and flexed. Her d-cup chest was firm
and round, her waist small. Her arms swelled dramatically as she flexed. She
wasn't cut like a bodybuilder, he had felt the layer of softness over her hard
muscle. Now he ran his hands up her sides, bypassing her lovely breasts to
feel her flexed arms.

[BBL]

She watched the confused lust on his face, wondering whether she would have to
work him over some more. He reached upward, but when he moved past her tits to
feel her biceps, she knew he was hers. His grip on her arms was gentle, but
his eyes went wide as she pumped her arms. "Feel how big and hard those are,
baby," she crowed, flexing again.

He was amazed at how big and hard her muscles felt. Her biceps were round and
thick, and her triceps swelled, making her arms thick and hard clear through.
She flexed again and her muscles swelled and hardened. He squeezed them, then
squeezed harder, but he didn't seem to make much of an impression on her arms.
He decided to try again, and applied crushing force to her flexed arms.
"Ooooo... what a grip," she teased. She flexed her arms twice, and her biceps
actually swelled further in his grip. "You're too weak, honey", she said. She
was delighted to find her arms so much stronger than his hands, and she felt
her juices flow at his feeble effort. "Oh, I just can't wait any more..." she
growled.

He knew that he had failed to make an impression in her oaken arms. She
scooted forward on his chest, took his forearms in her hands, and ignored his
half-hearted resistance to press them down over his head. She put her shins
over his arms and planted her pussy on his mouth. "My turn baby - make me
come!" she ordered, grinding her wetness on his lips.

It didn't take him long. Trapped in the hot darkness, he applied his skills,
licking and sucking. After just a couple of minutes she began to rock and
moan, her shins pulped his arms as she rubbed her wetness on him. She worked
her clit over his face, coming again. Then she seemed to rest, letting her ass
press his head into the bed.

She was pleased. His skills seemed good, and her orgasms had, as always, left
her feeling strong. She was delighted that he was submitting to her power, not
even struggling now, his hands running over her legs as she dripped on his
face. She raised herself from him and heard him gasp for air. She slid from
the bed and went to the bathroom door, then turned to look at him.. He was
still flat on his back, arms spread, face red, as he found his breath. "C'mon,
marshmallow," she said, hands on her wide hips, "let's take a shower." He
slowly got to his elbows, and she walked over to him. She extended a hand, and
he docilely took it and allowed himself to be pulled to his feet. She looked
him up and down, appreciating his slender body, smiling at the mess drying on
his chest and belly. "C'mon, squishy boy," she said, leading him in. As they
entered the dimly lit room, he gazed at her curves and flowing hair, and
stepped in to press herself against her. "You're so beautiful," he said. She
rubbed herself against him, squishing his cum between them, and they kissed,
her hand on his neck. Then she pushed him away, and turned to the shower.

It was large, no tub, with a bench and plenty of room for two. She arranged
the water and grabbed his arm, pulling him roughly into the spray. The warm
water washed over him, and he felt her pressed against his back, her arms
wrapped around his chest. She hugged him, and then spun him around. She shoved
him against the wall of the shower and got a bottle of peppermint soap. She
poured some soap into her hand and began to wash him. She loved how soft he
felt under her hands. Men like this she easily controlled, used as she
pleased. She washed his chest, pressing the heels of her hands into his thin
body, holding his slim, soft waist between her hands.

He closed his eyes and felt her squeeze and caress him. Her hands were warm
and hard, and his body seemed to give way to them. She dug her fingers into
his waist, and he gasped and squirmed, his back against the cool tile. She
pressed her big chest to his, and her pelvis pressed his to the wall, her
hard-muscled hips wider than his. She tickled his ribs hard for a few seconds,
then grabbed his biceps and crushed them against the tile. He groaned and
squirmed as she crushed his already bruised muscles under the heels of her
hands, but her heavy body had him pinned. "Just marshmallow, honey," she
purred, crushing his shoulders against the wall, "soft and sweet."

She wrapped an arm around his neck, pulling his lips a few inches down to
hers.. He slid down the wall a little, as the warm water and soap lubricated
their bodies. He lifted his hands, his arms trembling a little from the abuse
they had received, and found her breasts. They were large, firm and heavy, and
he kneaded and cupped them as they kissed. Her hand ran down his chest to find
his soft cock, as she crushed his mouth with hers.

His cock swelled a little in her hand, but he didn't seem to be ready for
more. She chuckled, and said, "I know you love this, baby," as she worked his
dick for a minute, with little effect, "but you're still too weak for a hard
on, I can tell." She released him completely, and he scrambled to keep his
feet as the soap loosened his footing. He stopped his slide and looked up at
her. She was handing him the bottle of liquid soap. "Your turn to wash me,"
she said.

He was in heaven. He squirted the soap on her back and washed her with his
hands. Her back was wide and solid and he dug in, massaging the thick muscle
of her neck and shoulders. He washed her lower back, and massaged her round,
rock-hard butt. When he began washing her arms she turned around to face him.
His hands caressed her big arms, the flesh firm but relaxed and soft. He
squeezed her biceps, and she grinned up at him. He felt her arms thicken and
harden in his hands, then she lifted her forearms and her biceps exploded in
his grip. The swelling muscle drove his fingers apart as he squeezed. "God,
your arms are huge!" he blurted out as she pumped in his hands, muscles
swelling under silky, soapy skin. "Huge compared to yours, anyway," she
chuckled, gripping his biceps in turn, "there are lots of guys with more
muscle than me, you know... too bad you aren't one of them." He gasped as she
crushed his arms in her hands, and then forced him to his knees, the water
pounding her back. "Your little muscles are marshmallows compared to mine,"
she teased, "now get busy washing my legs."

Her brown legs were like velvet-covered stone, her calves round, her thighs
huge. As he knelt before her, washing her legs, she squatted a little, parting
her legs, her thighs swelling with muscle. His soapy hands couldn't begin to
reach around her thigh, but his fingers found their way to her pussy, and she
moaned and stretched, squatting deeper before him. Her breast was in his face,
and he found her nipple and sucked, gently working her pussy with his soapy
hands. She took his neck in her hand and crushed her chest to his face, as he
sucked as much of her big breast into his mouth as he could. She moaned and
gripped his shoulders, her fingers bruising the soft flesh as she began to
come again. Her weight pressed him backward and he rolled onto his back, the
water falling on them as she came with a shuddering groan.

They lay in a heap, gasping and moaning, as the warm water pummeled her back.
She kissed him deep and pressed him under her whole weight, as he ran his
hands over her back and butt and thighs. Laughing sweetly again, she smooched
him and crawled up from him, to stand and stretch. She shot him a flex that
even lifted her Big breasts a bit, and winked, then she turned and quickly
finished washing, standing over him as he rose much more slowly. She stepped
out of the shower and closed the door, smiling and saying, "Finish up and come
to bed; don't make me come and get you!"

He stretched again and let the warm water wash him clean. By the time he
stepped out of the shower, the room was empty. There was a big, fluffy towel
on the commode, and he dried himself, and then combed his hair with the comb
on the counter.

He found himself regarding his body in the mirror. His chest and waist and
hips were slender and without visible muscle, his belly soft and a little
rounded. He flexed his right arm, and his crushed biceps swelled just a
little. He saw himself blush as he thought of her hard hands squishing his
body, and he felt his flexed arm... girls sometimes told him he had nice arms,
but his muscle felt soft and tender now. She called his name and said, "get
your big ass in here, baby," and he hurried out of the room.

She was waiting for him, sitting on the edge of the bed. She gestured and
said, "Come here, baby, let me hold you." He walked to her and she wrapped her
arms around him, then kissed his chest. He ran his hands over her neck and
shoulders and arms as she began to suck on his small nipples. He moaned as she
sucked and licked. Her hands found his ass, and she pulled him to her,
pressing his cock against her warm, soft bosom.

She was p[leased when he seemed to just melt into her arms. She could tell he
was hers now, convinced of his weakness, and her ability to overpower him at
will. She loved to feel him caress her muscles as she sucked his soft little
tits, and she felt his cock swell where it nestled between her breasts. She
moaned softly and rubbed her chest against him, feeling his cock grow harder.

He was getting hotter now, as she played with him, and he moaned in response
to her voice, He gasped as she bit hard on one nipple, then felt her arms
tighten around his hips as she lifted him from his feet, tipping them onto the
bed. Laughing and hooting, they rolled around until she got him on his back
again. She grabbed his forearms as she slid down between his legs, spreading
his legs uder her chest as she took his stiffening cock in her mouth.

He felt her hands clamp onto his arms, viselike, as her hot mouth engulfed
him. He arched his hips as she brought him to full erection, and moaned as her
thumbs pressed hard into his arms. "Oh baby," she murmured, , dropping his
wet, hard cock, you've got arms like a ragdoll..." She scooted up his body,
dragging her tits over him, manhandling his unresisting arms over his head. As
his lips found one of her big nipples, he felt her pussy press itself over the
head of his cock. She put her weight on his mushy biceps as she raised her
chest from his face, and slid herself down his rigid cock. With his body
pinned under her, she started to pound her hips down onto his, her face hot
and lovely as her tits bounced.

"MMMmmm... my favorite treat," she said, smiling down at him, "Whipped
marshmallow with a hard candy center!"


Enjoy

[Jeremy Lightning]

I liked what I read here, very nice description of her muscles and strength, not to mention her domination and his arousal at her domination of him. Very much like your sexual description in this story, I can't wait to read more! K+!

[BBL]

Too Weak and Too Soft

Part 1:

Richie came down the stairs into the lunchroom. He looked around with a bit
of apprehension, and headed for the food. Grabbing a dry burger and a tray
of fries, he snagged a Coke and headed for the tables. Richie was 16, it was
1971, and he had just scrambled up from nerd status to dwell among the
outskirts of the cool. He was in with the freak scene, and had even gotten
the attention of some of the girls. He had inproved his guitar skills, grown
his hair over his shoulders, and finally developed enough facial hair to
shave. He had sprung up to well over 6' tall, though he hadn't really filled
out. Never a jock, Rich had always been picked last for teams, and was
pleased to have escaped the hell of phys ed classes by taking up fencing. He
had even begun lifting weights a bit, though he had to duck the jocks to
avoid trouble. Still, his skinny arms had gotten a little harder, his
shoulders a bit broader.

   But the day before, something had happened to shake his confidence
drastically.

   So, he was pleased to find a seat without harrassment. But just as he was
having a few bites of his food, Karen and Bonnie joined him at his table.
   Karen was his old friend, now 17 years old. She was short-ish, compact and
really pretty. Her long black hair framed a tanned face and red lips, pert
nose and brown eyes. Her hips were wide, her ass round, with a thick torso
and small, high breasts. She stood barely 5'6". Today she wore a little
t-shirt and hiphugger jeans, showing off her brown shoulders and tiny waist.
Richie had dated Karen, even though he had known Karen since childhood. The
two had often wrestled, even armwrestling. Sometimes Karen won, though it
had been years since they had tried it.
   Bonnie, on the other hand, was a big girl. 5'10" tall and not quite 16, she
had huge tits on a thick chest under broad shoulders, with broad hips and
long, shapely legs. Her face was rather plain, but with curly blonde hair, a
bright, funny personality and soft lips that usually smiled, she got
attention. She wore a tight white shirt that made her bosom look huge,
tucked into a long, gauzy skirt. Karen had made friends with Bonnie a couple
of years ago, when Bonnie had turned out for various girl's athletics, and
had told Rich that Bonnie thought he was cute. Rich had yet to get up the
nerve to ask her out.
   She smiled now, as she scooted her chair next to his. "Hey, big boy," she
vamped, and reached out to squeeze his arm. Richie automatically flexed his
muscles, and Bonnie petted the little swelling in his arm. She wrapped her
hand around it, and squeezed.

   Rich's eye's glazed, and he felt a hot blush rise up his neck to his
cheeks. His mind flooded with the memory of the previous afternoon...
***   ***   ***   ***

   Back behind the school, past the railroad tracks, there was a stand of
woods. In them was a clearing, grassy and often sunny, where students had
hung out for years. In Rich's generation it was the preserve of rock-n-roll
types, a place to smoke and hang out.
   Rich had gone there after school with a novel, settled against a tree and
relaxed, warm sun on his chest. Into this idyll sauntered Karen and Bonnie,
with Jennifer, a pretty, slim girl a year ahead of the others.
   "Hi Richie," Karen said, and plopped down next to him. "Hi yourself", he
answered, and quickly leaned over, stealing a kiss from Karen's pretty lips.
They had known each other for years, and had ^�made out' a few times. With
quick reflexes she snatched the book from his hand, saying ^�Watcha
readin',", and giggling as he reached for it. As he reached across her, she
kissed him back, pushing him away from his book. He climbed over her and
grabbed her wrist. He pulled at her and she pulled back, both of them
giggling and struggling. "Hey, he's stronger..." Karen said, as her hand was
pulled toward Rich. "Well, I hope so," Jennifer said, as she smiled at the
tussle.

   Rich was stretched across Karen, his weight on one hand on the ground as he
tugged, the girl surprisingly strong, but slowly losing ground. "No," Karen
said, "I mean he's stronger than he looks." Karen grabbed Rich's wrist, the
one with the hand that held her own wrist, and pulled hard. Rich felt himself
overbalance, and he fell across her, rolling onto his back.

   Dropping the forgotten book, Karen laughed and jumped quickly to her knees,
pinning Rich's arm to the ground with both of her hands. "Gotcha!" she
crowed, and put her whole weight on his arm. Rich struggled for a moment,
but it was obvious that his arm was pinned. He flopped on to his back, still
grinning. Karen pounced on him and kissed him hard, her hands on his
shoulders, weight on his body. He lay back, giggling even under her lips,
then he quickly turned the tables. He grabbed her shoulders and rolled her
over, still kissing her.

   "Help," she cried, laughing, "the big strong boy has me..." She locked an
arm around his neck and squeezed, pressing his face to hers. He felt like
his neck was in a press, and he gripped her arm, trying to pull it off. He
had little luck, feeling her arm harden under his hand. Then she wrapped her
thick thighs around his narrow waist and squeezed hard. Rich felt the air
leave his gut in a whoosh, as she applied crushing power to his midsection.
   "Hey," he mumbled stupidly, and started to really struggle. "Hey, cut it
out!" he said, sounding a little whiny, as he tussled, unable to get free of
the small girl's holds. "Ya, pile on!" he heard, and felt another weight
land on his back. He felt long arms wrap around his chest, and heard
Bonnie's giggle in his ear. Then he saw Jenni sit down in front of him. She
reached under his arms and began to tickle him hard. He writhed in the grip
of the two girls, plainly helpless, as the shocks of the tickling ran
through him.
   Rich was pretty ticklish. When Jenni's sharp little fingers dug into his
nerves he spasmed, and any chance he had of resisting vanished. His chest
felt compressed by Bonnie's arms and weight, and Karen had him firmly
wrapped in her arms and legs. He kissed Karen again, and turned his head
around to try to look at Bonnie. "OK, I give..." he gasped, and was
surprised to be kissed by her as well.
   Bonnie rolled off of them, but held on to his chest, pulling him from
between Karen's legs. She let him go, and they all flopped onto the ground,
gasping and chuckling, except for Jenni, who just sat on her haunches,
watching. She sniffed, grinned, and said "Gee Bonnie, for a guy you thought
was cute, he seems kinda like a sissy." She got up, and dusted off her jeans
"Looked to me like you girls just kicked his ass!" She walked out of the
glade, still chuckling. Bonnie sat up, and looked down at Richie. As he met
her gaze, he realized that he had a raging erection. Glancing around, he saw
Karens knowing glance, and her smirk., and felt a blush flow over his neck
and face. Then he felt Karen's hands on his back and neck, kneading. "I'm
sorry," she said, sounding sincere. "Yeah, Richie, me too," Bonnie said, and
leaned over to kiss him again, this time a longer, sweeter kiss. "I've been
wanting to do that..." she said.

   Richie blushed again, and mumbled something as he reached to pick up his
novel. The moment seemed to pass. They stood, all a little uncomfortable,
and left. But as they walked, Bonnie gave him a quick squeeze and a kiss,
and, to his surprise, Karen gave his arm a quick, hard, squeeze. It was all
he could do to keep from saying ouch.

***   ***   ***   ***
   The next morning, as he was entering the school building, he ran into
Jenni, who was walking with some of the girls from the cheerleading squad.
Jenni giggled something into the nearest girl's ear, and they all laughed as
he approached.
   "Hey tough guy," Jenni said as he passed, "get beat up by any girls yet
today?" Richie felt his face go bright red, and he hurried on past the
giggling group.
***   ***   ***   ***

   Now he blushed again as Bonnie squeezed. Her big hand seemed to reach most
of the way around his upper arm, and his pride made him flex his biceps as
hard as he could, without moving. Bonnie smiled her big, warm smile as she
gently felt his arm.
   "Karen's right, Rich," Bonnie said, "I think you probably are stronger than
you look..." Then her hand squeezed harder, and harder still. "Still not
really very strong, though, huh?" She was squeezing hard, and his muscle was
squishing some under her thumb. It hurt, but he held what he hoped was a
manful smile. "Gee, Karen," Bonnie said, grinning, "his arm really is
soft..."
   "I know," Karen answered, smiling a pretty smile, "I've known him since 4th
grade, and he's always been just too weak." Karen scooted her seat around to
his other side, and said "He has gotten cuter, though." In a pre-emptive
move, Rich put his own hard around Karen's arm. He gave it a little squeeze,
and said, "C'mon Karen, you guys just got the drop on me yesterday. There's
no way you're as strong as a guy!" He gave her arm another squeeze, and a
little shake. Suddenly she flexed her arm, and Rich felt his fingers pushed
apart by a small but hard mass of muscle. "Wow," he said, squeezing her
flesh, " you're stronger than you look too, babe! Where'd you get muscles
like that?"
   "I've been going to the gym with Bonnie - she's helping me get strong."
Karen said. She increased her efforts, and her muscle hardened even more.
Not too big - probably not bigger than his - but so hard he could barely
dent it. Rich gently squeezed and stroked her arm, as Bonnie did the same  -
less gently - to him.

   Karen smiled to herself as she watched Rich's eyes glaze over. She knew
that she was right - Rich was turned on by girls' muscles. She watched as
Bonnie pulled his face to hers for a kiss, saw his slender hand carressing
her own flexed arm. She felt a twinge of jealousy - but this was Bonnie's
little project, after all!
   "Yes Rich, Karen's been lifting with me." Bonnie said. She released his arm
and took his hand in hers. His hand was longer, but it felt very soft and
smooth, narrower than hers. Rich's head turned to her as she played with his
hand. "We've seen you in there, you know." she grinned, and put his hand on
her own right arm. She flexed a little, and Rich felt her bicep expand and
harden. "We think you look cute, working so hard to lift the little weights
you use. Karen lifts as much as you with her arms, and way more with her
legs." Karen extracted her arm from Rich's other hand, and Bonnie in turn
pulled his head to hers, with one big hand on the back of his neck, pressing
his lips with hers in a long, sweet kiss. Some of the other kids hooted at
them, and she pulled back, smiling, and said, "Of course, I lift almost
twice that..." She squeezed her arm harder, and Rich was amazed at the
muscle that appeared under his hand. It was bigger than a lemon, and though
it was covered by soft flesh, it was rock hard and pulsing with her blood.

   Bonnie extracted her arm from Rich's hand, and took his biceps in hers. She
stood and, smiling, pulled the taller boy to his feet. Karen stood with
them, and took his other arm. "C'mon, Rich," Bonnie said, "Let's go
somewhere more private."
   They sauntered off, Rich with two cute girls on his arms. But he noticed
that both girls held his arms tightly, Bonnie's big hand squeezing tightly
as he flexed under her grip. At least flexed he felt like he gave the
impression of having some muscles. But the way the girls were squishing his
biceps, he wasn't sure they would agree...

   Leaving the school (and its 1970s ^�open campus'), they wound their way into
the patch of woods beside the railroad tracks, until they arrived at the
grassy clearing. They found a shady place in the woods, and as they were
sitting down together, Bonnie said, " OK, Karen, which one of us goes
first?" Richie had a feeling that at least some of his dreams were about to
come true...

   "Oh, I think I should soften him up for you, Bonnie," Karen said, and they
laughed. Bonnie let his right arm go, and Karen put both arms around his
neck and pulled him into a kiss. "Girls," he said, "I don't think this is
going to make anything softer..." He reached around Karen and carressed one
small, firm breast. She tightened her grip around his neck, and crushed his
lips with hers, then with a sudden wrench she was pushing him down onto the
grass. "Hey!" he exclaimed as he gazed up at her pretty face, then she was
flopping down beside him, with her elbow on the ground. "C'mon, Richie," she
said, "let's see what you've got."

   Richie moaned and laughed a little, trying to refuse. Karen insisted, and
Bonnie chimed in, saying, "Yeah, Rich, we want to see if you're really a big
sissy, like Jenni says." Bonnie flopped down beside him, "We figure that you
should be able to beat little Karen here, and then we can honestly tell
folks that you're not as weak as a girl." She through an arm over his
shoulders, and squeezed him to her side, stroking his arm and pushing up his
shirtsleeve, exposing his arm. "Ya know, I think you're pretty cute,
Richie," Bonnie whispered in his ear, "I just want to see how strong you
are..."

   Richie was ashamed of his arms. They were pale and skinny and soft, and he
always kept them covered, especially his biceps. Now he blushed, but he knew
that he had to look good for these girls. As far as he was concerned he was
going to get as much out of their rather strange behavior as he could. Karen
had always been a tom-boy, and she beat him at armwrestling when they were
little kids, but the last time they tried it, after he'd grown, he had won.
So now he took a deep breath and put up his arm. Just for effect, he flexed
a couple of times, producing a gentle swelling in his white arm. To his
surprise Bonnie leaned down and kissed his bicep. "For luck," she said.

   "I think you're gonna need it," Karen said. She pushed up her own sleeve,
and pumped her own arm a couple of times, making a thick strap of bicep
appear. Her arm was pretty obviously better developed than his, with visible
muscle where he had none, though his arm was clearly larger. Bonnie slid a
book under Karen's elbow to even their grips, and they locked hands. Bonnie
counted to three...

[BBL]

Part 1 continued:

Both kids seemed to try to get a fast advantage. They strained hard,
pushing hands back and forth a few inches. Then they steadied, and Rich had
a few inches of advantage. Karen grinned grimly. "We do watch you in the
gym, you know," she said, as she pushed hard on Rich's hand. "Bonnie asked
me about you, and I told her that you were probably the weakest boy I'd ever
met, when we were little." Rich felt himself losing ground - they were even
again. Karen's words got through to him, and suddenly he was angry! He'd
spent months working on his body, and he knew that he was stronger than ever
before. He put everything he had into pressing Karen's arm. He pushed her
back an inch or two, but then her grin widened. "Ooooohh," she cooed,
"you're so much stronger now, eh?" she mocked. Rich saw her arm pump up, her
hard little bicep swelling even more, and he felt his arm tremble, then
begin to move toward the ground. "Oh, yeah, so much stronger than when I
kicked your ass in 6th grade!" Now Karen was overpowering the younger boy,
and in another half-minute she forced his hand down to the leafy ground.


   "God damn it!" Richie yelled, his face bright red, his mind spinning. Right
in front of the two girls he figured he had a chance with, he looked like a
weak, little sissy. He jerked his hand away, but Karen held his hand tight,
pressed to the ground. He struggled for a moment, then Bonnie put her arm
around his shoulders again, and stroked his arm. She said, "Don't Rich," and
leaned in to kiss his cheek. He turned his face toward her, and she kissed
him hard, slipping her tongue into his mouth. Karen still held his hand
pinned; now she kissed his wrist, and let it go. Bonnie's heavy arm held
him, and she snaked her other arm around him, pulling her body close to him.
   "Listen, Richie," she said, "I think you're really cute." She kissed him
sweetly again. "It doesn't matter to me if you're skinny," she squeezed his
arm hard again, his bicep squishing in her hand. She glanced over at Karen,
and both girls giggled, "and soft," she squeezed again, "really soft..."

   This talk made Richie's body warm, and the nearness, the firm press of
Bonnie's big, soft breasts made it hard for him to catch his breath. But it
also made him feel like he should get mad, like he should try to take
control. He wrenched at Bonnie's hold, meaning to just get up and walk away.
"Bonnie," he said, "this has to stop. I gotta go." Bonnie had one of his
arms trapped against his side, and his right arm was free, her other arm
around his chest. He pushed away from her, shoving against her hsoulder, but
she just pulled him closer, turning him to press his chest against hers.

   "OK you two, I'm leaving" Karen said, standing and brushing off her front.
Rich looked over at her, his look of bemused confusion and embarrasment
making her grin broad, and she flexed both arms like a bodybuilder.
"Remember, Richie - you didn't end up being stronger than a girl. In fact,
you're weaker than these girls here, at least." She blew him a kiss and
sauntered off, big butt swinging.

   He pulled his face away from Bonnie's, and said, "Hey, Karen, wait up!",
struggling again in Bonnie's arms. She turned around and waved, and called
"You're not going anywhere for a while, I bet. You can tell me about it
later."

   "Geez, Bonnie", he said, stopping his struggling, which let her tight hold
pull him against her big curves, "are you crazy?" She put one hand behind
his head and pulled his lips to hers, despite his mild struggles. She kissed
him, then kissed his ear, and purred, "I'm not crazy, Richie - I'm just
horny!" She tightened her arms around him, pressing her hips and her big
chest to his body. He felt his 16-year-old dick harden instantly, and he
suddenly had eyes only for her soft lips.

   For a minute they just kissed, and Rich was able to get his own arms around
Bonnie. His trapped hand found her big, round butt and his free hand ran
over her back and shoulders, then down one arm. He felt her arm flex as she
crushed him into her, and he was amazed at its size, and he squeezed
reflexively. She stopped her kiss and smiled, "Do you like that?" she asked,
and released his back to raise her arm and flex, fist cocked. "Feel that,"
she said, and Richie cupped the big muscle that popped under her tight
sleeve. It was much bigger than Karen's - he could get his hand a little
more than half-way around it. She pumped and flexed again, and swelled even
bigger. "That's fifteen inches of muscle, buddy," she said, with a quick
kiss. "Karen goes around thirteen-and-a-half inches these days." She
squeezed his arm again, and said "I'd guess your arm is around 14 inches,
but it's all mush, Richie - so, should we arm wrestle now?" She gripped his
wrist where he was fondling her big bicep, and ran her hand up his arm,
pulling it out straight. She fastened her grip on his bicep and squeezed
hard, crushing his flesh. Rich flexed reflexively but that just made her
grip painful, so he relaxed his arm and let her kneed his flesh like dough.
"Mmmm..." Bonnie purred "Just mush, Richie, just so soft, just too weak...
that turns me on so much!"

   "But Bonnie," Rich replied, "don't girls like guys to be big and strong?"
Bonnie gathered him into her grip again, and easily rolled his tall body
over onto his back, her heavy body pressing on top. She pressed her lips to
his, his head locked in her elbow, and said, "I know, you want to be big and
strong, don't you? You work so hard with your little weights." She kissed
him again, still squishing his arm in her hand. "What do you bench now,
maybe 125?" she asked. He blushed again, and nodded. "That's light, Rich. I
benched that two years ago, when I was a lot smaller!"

   A wave of humiliation and chagrin washed over Richie, as he realized that
all his work had resulted in him being as strong as a 13-year-old girl!! He
felt helpless and weak, Bonnie's heavy body compressing his chest. She
spread her legs, and planted her knees on either side of his hips. She sat
up, her crotch pressed against his. Rich's dick was rock hard, and bonnie
obviously noticed. Rich saw her nipples appear, pressing through her tight
top.
   "I'm the strongest girl I know, Richie, and no - I don't want a big, strong
guy. He'd just want me to be weak and soft, and I want to be the strong
one!" She flexed a double biceps pose, her lovely chest expanding as it
rose. Then she ran her hands up Richie's chest, squeezing his pectorals,
palming his nipples. "you are so cute," she bubbles, " and to find out that
you're so much weaker than me just sends me!"

   "I'm not weaker!!" Rich whined, his voice quavering. He bucked his hips,
struggling to throw her off, grabbing her shoulders and pulling. It was
pointless. She probably weighed as much as he did, and bucking his hard
member aginst her was distracting. She just pressed her weight on his chest,
and stayed firmly astride him, grinning all the while. After a minute he was
exhausted, and lay still, breathing hard.
   "Hmmm..." BOnnie said, looking down on his red face, "there's no point in
arm-wrestling you. Your little wet noodles couldn't beat Karen, and I'm a
lot stronger than her." She ran her hands up over her own body and squeezed
her big tits. She wiggled on his dick, making him red hot and throbbing.
"Here's what we'll do - if you can stop me from stripping off your shirt and
licking your little titties, then you'll win!"
   "Aw, Bonnie, no!" he whined, now really upset.
   "Aw, Richie, yes!" She laughed, and reached for the buttons at his neck.
Richie gripped her wrists and they struggled for a minute, as he held her
off. She grinned down at him and put her weight behind her push, bringing
her hands to his collar. Richie bucked and strained, but Bonnie clamped her
knees on his soft waist and squeezed hard. She got a button loose, and then
another, but Rich's struggles made her task difficult. With a quick twist
she broke his hold, and grabbed one wrist in both hands. Rich fought her,
but she easily pulled his hand down and ,scooting forward, tucked his arm
under her leg, pressing it hard against his side. Richie sputtered and
twisted, but he was helpless aginst the young girl's strength as she trapped
his other arm.

   "There we are," Bonnie said smugly, "now you're mine." She quickly undid
his button and, reaching between her legs, pulled his shirt up to his neck.
Richie was blushing clear to his waist, humiliated and filled with lust.
Bonnie ran her hands over his chest, and pressed her thumbs hard into his
nipples. "Look at those cute, pink little titties," she cooed, "your chest
is so soft and white..." She slid down him, releasing his arms from her
knees, and snuggled her crotch onto his bulging jeans. He struggled weakly,
most of his strength exhausted, and he gripped her biceps and tried to move
her. She looked up at his red, confused face, and flexed her arms. "Yeah,
big boy, feel those..."

   Richie felt her arms swell and harden, and felt a wave of lust wash through
him. He realized that she hadn't been using even most of her strength to
control him, as her biceps, filled his hands. He stopped resisting BOnnie's
embrace, and Bonnie smiled up at him, and tightened her embrace. "There we
go," she purred, "just like Karen said... You like my muscles, don't you..."
Then she put her lips on his little nipple and licked and sucked hard.
Richie felt her big, hot mouth work his soft chest, felt her big, hard arms
pump in his hands...

   He came like a rocket in his pants, as Bonnie crushed his cock under her
hips. He whimpered and gasped, and Bonnie looked up at him again. She smiled
as she saw the empty look on his face, and took his wrists in her hands.
With grace like a lioness she stood over him, pulling his limp arms
straight, and pulled his shirt up over his arms, peeling it from his skinny
body.

   She looked down at him, gazing at the growing wetness at his crotch, and
smiled, "Looks like you do like me!" She knelt down by his head, and said,
"So here's the deal - tomorrow night I'm babysitting, and I'll have the
house to myself for hours." She leaned down and kissed him sweetly, "You're
going to come over, and we'll have a more serious make-out session." She
kissed him again, and ran a hand to his tittie, rolling his nipple in her
fingers, making him moan a little.

   She stood again, and tucked a note into the pocket of his shirt. "You can
wrap this around your waist and cover your little mess, or you can cover
your pretty white titties..."

Either way, I'll see you at lunch tomorrow, and we'll talk about tomorrow
night!"

[BBL]

Part 2:


Richie moved fast, trying to get across the lunchroom. He was paranoid,
half-certain that everyone was watching him, snickering, even though he was
probably no more an object of ridicule than usual. He hustled his lanky 6'1"
frame between the tables, heading for the door, hoping to avoid...

"Hi Rich" he heard, as a big, stocky blonde stepped around a pillar and met
him almost nose to nose. He checked his walk, and stumbled a little, and the
girl grabbed his arms to steady him, keeping him from plowing into her. He
stared down into the face of Bonnie, the cute girl who had made him come in
his pants just the day before. She held him tight by the shoulders, several
inches shorter than him, but her hands hard on his slender body. With a
quick movement she had him up against the big, square pillar pressing her
big chest against his, her lips turned up to him.
"C'mon, Kiss me" she whispered, and he put his arms around her and pressed
her to him, kissing her gently. His heart was pounding, and his mind
whirled...

********

Just the afternoon before, this tall, busty girl had forced him onto his
back and made him come in his pants. She seemed to like him, in fact, she
seemed to like him a lot, but he was totally humiliated by the possibility
that a girl was so much stronger than him. Being a 16-year-old sophomore to
her 15-year-old freshman, if word got out his shot at joining the cool
people would be out the window, as would any future chances of dates. His
tall skinny frame, slight and unathletic, was enough of a handicap, he felt.

All this spun through his brain for a minute, until he realized he was
blushing, his mouth open, staring stupidly at a pretty girl who obviously
wanted to cuddle him! She was grinning up at him, and she whispered, "Smile
and kiss me stupid, and try not to look so scared."

He did as he was told. Her lips were soft and sweet, and he wrapped his arms
around her. He hoped it looked like he was holding her, because her arms
were tightening around his chest, and he doubted he could get away without a
real effort. As her big bosom squished against his chest, he felt his dick
swell in his pants. She leaned her hips against him, and squeezed him tight.

"So, I'll see you at Mrs Connor's tonight?" she said, her face turned up to
his. Yesterday she had ordered him to join her at her babysitting job. He
was scared and lustful, torn about whether he wanted to be anywhere near
this girl. He managed to answer, "uh..." Bonnie pressed her hips against his
hard on, and and compressed his narrow chest with her bosom and arms.

"So," she said, smiling as though they were having a nice chat, "I could
just get you down on the floor and make you say yes out loud, or you can
smile and say yes, and mean it..."

"Aw c'mon, Bonnie," Richie hissed, and grabbed her arms casually, trying to
pull her off him. Her arms were solid under his hands, and he realized that
there would be a real tussle if he tried to make her stop. She just squeezed
him harder, and he reddened as she kissed his neck. "We can stay here as
long as you want, honey," she said quietly. She looked down at his chest,
covered only in a thing t-shirt. "Maybe I should bite your little
titties..."

The combination of the feel of her chest, the hardness of her arms and the
idea of her lips on his chest nearly made his cock let go again. He closed
his eyes and held still, and said, "OK, Bonnie... OK..."

OK what," she asked, slacking her bear-hug a little.

"OK I'll come over tonight..."

"And," she teased, letting him go, and putting both hands on his chest.

"And what?"

"And be my little softy..." she grinned up at him, and stole a quick kiss.

Some control regained, he pressed his somewhat quieter dick against her, and
said "We'll see about the softy part!"

"OK, Richie," she said, stepping away a little, "we'll see about that. See
you at 8:30 - don't be late." She sauntered away, her big butt swaying on
her long thick denim-covered legs.

He heard a small round of applause, and turned to see Karen and a couple of
his buds smiling and clapping. He turned purple, and walked away as fast as
he could.

************

Bonnie smirked to herself, and heard Karen's voice behind her, as she gave
Richie a nice view of her tight jeans. The ideas she got from Mrs Connor
seemed to be working great!

************

In the clear, late spring weather sunset found Richie walking the streets.
He couldn't ask for the car, because he didn't wasn't to discuss his plans,
because he didn't know what he was going to do. So he was walking the
streets, and finding himself circle in toward Mrs Connor's house. The Phys
Ed teacher was well-liked by students, and her house was a landmark - a big
old victorian manse. After a little while, Rich found himself approaching
the house. The lights were on in the window, and he found his mind filled
with the feel of Bonnie's breasts and lips...

He smiled as he lept up the stairs and rung the bell. His hornier nature had
prevailed over his fear, since this was the best offer he'd ever actually
had from a girl. She had said they were going to have a 'make'out session',
and he just couldn't, at 16 years old, pass that up! Yet he found his
imagination turning to the thickness of Bonnie's round arms, and the feel of
her on top of him the day before.

The door swung open, and Bonnie stood there. She wore a little t-shirt,
stretched tight across her big chest, and some sweat-pants. Her long blonde
hair hung in curls around her shoulders, and her blue eyes, snub nose and
wide mouth crinkled in a big, charming smile.

"Richie, you came!" she said sweetly, seeming genuinely pleased to see him.
He opened the screen door, and stepped in, and Bonnie slammed the door shut
hard, and turned the lock. She stepped toward him, then hesitated - he was
surprised to see her blush... "OOOHHH" she sighed, and stood on her tip-toes
to kiss him quickly. "I really like your lips, Richie," she said quietly,
blushing again...

Richie was heartened by this show of shyness... Bonnie looked just like a
shy, pretty 15-year-old, and he put his arms around her and pressed her to
his chest, kissing her upturned lips - their longest, sweetest kiss yet. The
best kiss he'd ever had, in fact. Her hands ran up his back to tangle in his
long hair, as they stayed standing, exploring each other's lips, for more
than a minute. His hands ran over her back, under her arms. The muscles of
her back were spread thick and hard as she stood on tip-toe for his kiss.
Then he had her breasts in his hands, lifting the firm globes of her round
bosom, encased in a surprisingly heavy bra. With a sigh, she broke off and
took his wrists in her hands, pulling his hands away. She held him in front
of her, smiling.

"How about some Pizza?" she asked, smiling. Richie's brain shifted gears,
and he smiled, putting an a normal, friendly face. "Pizza sounds great," he
said. She let his wrists go, took his hands, and pulled him into the big
living-room. On the coffee table was a big pizza, with one piece missing,
and a six-pack of sodas. Bonnie got him a plate, and he took a piece and a
can of soda, and they ate for a minute. The pizza was good, and he made
appreciative sounds, and said thank-you as he ate.

"So where are the kids," he asked, remembering Mrs Connor's 9-year-old
daughter and 6-year-old son. She said they were already in bed, and
commented on what good kids they were. 'Mrs Connor's a great mom," she said
in admiration. "You know, that little girl can lift 50 pounds already!"

Richie blushed. he wasn't sure why, but he thought about how recently he had
started with 50 pound weights himself. He looked away, and saw over Bonnie's
shoulder a wall of photos of Mrs Connor - tall, 20-something and sexy in
vollyball togs, her college trophies on a shelf, and one with her arm flexed
to show a very respectable bicep and tricep thickness.

"Wow," Richies said, as he got up to look more closely at the photos, "Mrs
Connor was a real babe!" He took a close look at the photos, and then he
felt Bonnie's hands on his shoulders as she joined him. She massaged his
shoulders and neck, and said "So you think the looks good, eh?"

She sure does," he replied, and then said 'whoa' as she spun him hard
around, and caught him in her hands facing her. Then she raised her arms and
flexed. The tight sleeves of her little top pulled back, and her arms
swelled dramatically. "So, you like muscles on a woman, eh?," she said,
smiling wide, and pumping her right arm to make the muscle there swell
larger.

"Aw, I dunno," he said, blushing again, but his tongue touched his lips as
he watched her upper body flex and harden before his eyes. "I have bigger
tits than she ever had, you know," she said, sticking out her chest toward
him, "Don't you think I'm as sexy as she is?"

Richie's mouth as dry, and he could only make an inarticulate sound of
appreciation as she pumped again, her shoulders and pectorals swelling and
hardening. He reached out a hand to feel her shoulder, round and hard, and
ran it over her flexed biceps. He felt his cock raising in his pants, and
didn't know whether to keep squeezing Bonnie's hard arm, or go for her
chest. He finally got out, "You're so strong, Bonnie," before his throat
dried out.

Her face lit up, and she threw herself around his neck, pulling his lips
down to hers. She pulled herself up around his neck, and wrapped one leg
around his thigh. he held her as tight as he could, and she lifted the other
leg and wrapped it around his other thigh. Her tongue pushed into his mouth,
and she crushed his lips under hers, and she clung to his slender body.

Richie held Bonnie tight, and stiffened his back as she climbed him like a
beanpole. He strained for a deep breath through his nose, and he felt
Bonnie's legs tightening around his waist. She moaned and kissed him deep,
holding his head hard in one hand, and he felt his legs begin to flutter.
The girl was heavy! she pulled her lips back and smiled at him, and said
"Gee you're still standing - maybe you're not totally weak".


Richie's legs gave way. he staggered, and went down on one knee, trying to
keep his balance. Bonnie squeezed him and shook him, and he toppled over
sideways. She held on tight, and smoothly roled him only his back. Her legs
were still wrapped behind him, and he lay bent over them, as she again
crushed his mouth with hers. He was gasping for air, and he heard himself
pleading, "gee Bonnie, c'mon... stop it, please..."

She pulled her legs from under him, letting him flop to the thick carpet of
the floor. She sat on him, legs spread beside his ribs, then laughed, and
fell off him to the rug. She rolled over and threw an arm over him. "See how
easy it is to get you on your back, Richie? You want to be my little softy,
don"t you?" She curled her arm around his shoulder, and took his biceps in
her grip. She squeezed hard, and he felt his arm squished in her hard hand.
He flexed his biceps, and she petted it for a moment. She pressed a thumb
into his muscle, and it gave way, painfully, forcing him to relax his arm.
"See, you're just a softy for me, Richie..." She slid her hand down his body
to find his crotch. He was soft there, too, after being driven down by his
pretty girl.

"Hmmm," Bonnie pondered, "Mrs Connor said guys might not be strong enough to
stay hard for me," she started to squeze his crotch gently with her other
hand, as she held his arm helpless. "She said I might have to take you in
hand, and show you how I want you." He got hard again in seconds, under her
hand, and she swung a leg over him, and planted her crotch on his dick. She
giggled like the girl she was, and stuck out her chest. "Do you like my
chest, Richie?" she asked, rocking on his swollen cock, "40 inches -
sometimes these are a problem," she lifted her tits in her hands, "but I do
like how the boys look at them."

[BBL]

Part 2 continued:

Richie reached up and covered her hands with his own. His hands were longer
than hers, but looked slim and white over her thicker fingers and
golden-brown skin. She slid her hands away, and Richie squeezed and pressed
her soft chest through her bra. She giggled again, and suddenly stood up,
feet spread on either side of his chest, she looked down at him, his hands
still dangling in the air. She stuck a hand down to him and stepped over,
and said, "C'mon, get up, Richie, and we'll talk a little."

He reached up and took her hand, and she pulled him easily to his feet,
catching him in a soft hug to steady him. He looked down at her red lips,
and he kissed her again, and cupped her bosom in his hands. "Bonnie, you're
so pretty," he said, blushing bright again. She blushed too, and took his
head in her hands. She frowned in a pretty way, and said "And..."

"And what?" he said. He pressed his head toward her lips, but she held his
face away.

"And so strong, Richie," she squeezed his cheeks in her hard hands. "Say it
Richie, please..." She pleaded, and pouted, and held his head firmly.
Richie's face fell,and his mind whirled again...

"Yes, Bonnie," he heard himself say, "You're so strong and pretty. You're
amazing!"

She wrapped an arm around his neck, pressing her lips sweetly to his, said
"And you're really cute, Richie. I like your blue eyes and your red lips,
your long brown hair. C'mon, sit on the couch with me." She wrapped the arm
around his waist and walked him to the big sofa in the middle of the wide
livingroom space. she fell back onto the counch, smiling. He sat down next
to her, and put his hand on her leg.

"Bonnie, you're making me crazy!" he burst out. "You're so hot, so pretty
and sexy, but you have these muscles, and I'm..." he stammered to a stop.
She lay back on the ouch and patted her tummy, smiled a little, and said,
"You're so what, Richie?" She took his hand and pulled him over onto her,
his head at her shoulder, his slender chest held between her arm and her
bosom. He wiggled up until he could get his arms around her neck, and lay
full-length next to her. He pulled himself to her lips for a kiss, that
lingered for an unguessable time.

"You're so what, Richie?" she asked again, "so little and soft?" She slid
one big leg behind him, so that he slid into her blue-jean covered crotch. "
Richie frowned, and said "Hey, I'm not little! I'm over 6' tall! You're the
little one here, even if you are pretty strong."

Giggling, Bonnie wrapped her legs around his middle, and her arms around his
chest. She squeezed him tight his arms still around her neck, and kissed him
hard, her tongue hot and thick. "You are tall, Richie - I like that, it
makes you a little sturdier," she chuckled, and kissed him quick. "But which
part of you do you think is bigger than me, huh?" She tightened her grip on
him, and he felt pressed against the length of her thick body. "Your arms
have gottenkinda thick, though, huh?" she said; they had talked about their
weightlifting efforts, to Richie's chagrin. She ran a hand up his arm, still
pressing him close to her. "Make a muscle," she teased, and he flexed, and
flexed again a couple of times. He liked what he'd been seeing in the mirror
lately - he had muscles you could actually see. he wore a long-sleve shirt,
as usual a fairly tight tee-shirt. "Nice hard little arm, there, honey,"
Bonnie said, squeezing his biceps between two and three fingers, testing
it's semi-hardness. She held up a hand-measurement, "About this big, eh?"
she said. Then she flexed her own arm, his hand sliding to her biceps. She
flexed three or four times, and her arm swelled big under his hand, the
muscles becoming defined and thick. It was obvious that his arm was smaller,
his muscles less well-developed."Now measure it with your fingers," she
said, and he squeezed her hard flesh between two fingers, barely able to
dent it. He held up his measure ment, and she pulled his hand to her lips.
and kissed it. "See," she said, her voice hot, "your arm is little. Now feel
my leg." She unwrapped a leg, and held it outstraight, flexing her thigh. He
couldn't begin to get a hand around her thigh, and while there seemed to a
be a little soft flesh, it was thick with muscle. "Do you even think your
little leg could be as big as mine?" she asked, and he had to shake his
head, eyes downcast. "So your legs are little, too"

"Here, put your hand here," she said, and put his hand on her chest above
her big bra-cup. She put her arms around him and squeezed, and he felt the
muscle of her chest swell and harden. "Squeeze me, Richie, let's see whatcha
got!"

Richie wrapped his arms around her back, and squeezed, he but his shoulders
and chest into it figuring this was a chance to win one, with his slightly
broader shoulders. He squeezed hard, but he felt Bonnie's back harden and
swell, and he felt his own chest pressed by her breasts and muscle. He
shifted a little and bore down, blushing, and they both started to giggle.
Bonnie didn't let up, and neither did he, he hardened his own back as well
as he could, but Bonnies hard arms seemed to crush his muscles, and he
didn't make any real headway. In fact, soon he felt his own chest being
compressed, and he had to relax his squeeze, as his endurance gave out.
Bonnie squished him hard as his body softened, and kissed him, then stopped
the prssure, she collapsed back onto the counch, Richie on top of her,
laughing and panting. Putting her hands under his arms, she dragged him up
over her body, sliding under him. "You don't weight much, either, do you.
You're gonna be my little sweetheart, Richie, aren't you," she teased, as
she held him and kissed him. Mind spinning, he responded, warping his
exhausted arms around her neck and pressing himself to her, feeling draped
over her firm body. She took his head in her hands again, holding it hard.
he put his hands on her big biceps as she lifted his head and asked,
mock-sternly, "aren't you?"

Richie looked into her blue eyes, and felt her flexing biceps under his
hands, and he could only murmer, "Yes, Bonnie..."

"Yes what?" she asked...

"Yes, you're bigger than me, stronger than me," he said, sounding a little
angry. "Do you have to be such a bully about it?"
"Oh Richie, you love it!" she laughed. "You get hard every time I show you
how weak you are, you know." She rolled him over in the couch, until he was
on his back under her, handling his body easily. She was right, his cock
swelled as she manhandled him. He maoned, and pressed his lips to her
shoulder, kissing the cloth of her shirt.

"That's gotta go," she said and sat up to pull off her little t-shirt. "My
big sister says this is second base, Richie, where we take our shirts off. I
think I want to get to second base first." She reached down and grabbed the
bottom of his long-sleeved t-shirt, pulling it up over his head. She pulled
the sleeves off his arms, and looked down at his narrow white chest. She
slid down onto him, her big hips wider than his little butt, and ran her
hands up his chest. Her fingers pressed hard into his flesh, kneading it
like dough, taking his soft pectorals in her hands, and then taking his
nipples in her mouth, first one, then the other. She sucked hard, and he
moaned, and felt a wave of humiliation - she was using him like he would a
girl! "Hey Bonnie, guy's tits don't matter you know," he laughed, even
though his body was electrified. "Yeah, right," she said licking, 'that's
why your little nips are hard as pebbles, right?" She bit down hard on one
nipple and he groaned and thrashed under her a  little. "MMmmm, how about
that..." but she softly sucked and licked his nipples, as she kneaded his
soft chest. She worked her way up to his throat, and murmered into his neck.
"Ya know, for a while I dated the JV football guys, even back in Middle
school." she licked his neck, up to his ear, and bit his earlobe, "They used
to like to give girls hickeys, so they could tell their buddies that they'd
been there." She kissed him, still pressing her bra against his naked chest.
"I kinda liked it, though I figured out that I wanted to be the one making
my little partner moan..." She sucked his neck hard, and bit down on his
flesh, sucking and likcing, he moaned and squirmed, the bright spot of pain
making his cock deflate, but she pressed tight, and didn't let him excape.
"Your skin's so soft," she murmered, and bit hard again, making him squirm
under her. "That feels good, little one... wiggle your pretty body for me."

She rolled off of him, and reached for his cock. Somewhat shrunken from the
biting, it leaped to life under her hand. "OOoo, feel that," she cooed,
"boing..." She kissed and licked the bruised spot on his neck, and then sat
up, getting to her knees at the other end of the couch. "Know how to
unfasten a bra, Richie?"

Richie was pretty exhausted. His arms felt like jelly, his tits and neck
tingled, and he wanted to cover up his skinny torso in front of the girl he
was so hot for. Bonnie was relaxed, on her knees at the end of the couch,
swaying her solidly-contained chest back and forth. Richie swung around and
crawled down the couch to her, and saw the heavy hooks that held the bra in
the front between the cups. His hands shook a little as he pushed her heavy
bosom aside to manipulate the hooks, She smiled down on him as he fumbled a
little, then got it undone.

He pulled and her breasts spilled out of the bra as it parted. she took his
hands for a moment, then shrugged the bra away. "You're the first boy to
ever see 'em, Richie," she said sweetly. "None of those big goons were ever
gonna." She flexed her body, arms at her sides, and her chest swelled as her
waist hardened, her abs flexing, she said, "Touch them Richie, please..."

For a few minutes they explored the feel of his hands on her skin, the
weight and firmness of her breasts, and the responses of her nipples. She
crawled on top of him, and pressed her bosom over his body, tickled his
nipple with her own, then took his nipple in her strong fingers. "Boys have
such weak little chests, I've always thought," she said, as she brought a
gasp from him between her fingers. Flat and thin, with such little nips...
Not like these..." She pushed her soft breasts into Richie's face, and he
kneaded them and found a nipple to put in his mouth. Following Bonnie's
example, he licked and sucked hard, and she gasped and ran her fingers into
his hair. He squeezed her flesh and sucked her nipples fora while, then,
with a moment of mischeivousness, he bit down hard.

"OOOw" she yelled, and Richie felt her long fingers clamp down on his neck.
She pulled his head away, and shook her finger in his face, batting his nose
with it, saying "Bad boy," giggling, "no biting!" Richie broke down into
laughing as well, and let his head fall back to the couch. "Don't stop,
sweetie..." she a nipple into his mouth and he began again. He saw her snake
a hand between her legs, to massage her denim-wrapped body. He sucked hard,
and sucked soft, and after a few minutes she groaned in a way he'd never
heard before, and let her weight fall onto his chest and face. She moaned,
and pressed her chest against him, then lay there panting, her bosom
half-smothering him. He let his hands run over her broad back, even letting
his fingers roam a little into her pants. Her ass was so round and hard...

Bonnie expressed her delight with Richie by suggling him into her big arms
and kissing him. "You're so lovely and strong, Bonnie," he murmured as he
cupped her bosom. She gripped his biceps hard in her arm, kneading the soft
flesh, and grinned, saying "and..."

"And I'm your soft little honey..."

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Part 3 - Sweet Sixteen

So Richie and Bonnie started really dating, and going steady. Richie found
himself filled with pride to be seen with the popular, big-bosomed girl, and
when she started winning track and field competitions for the school, she
became a minor hero. As a 15-year-old freshman, Bonnie was the star shot-put
thrower on her girl's track and field squad. When Rich watched her at her
meets, he found the sight of her big arms flexing and working tended to give
him a stiffy right there in the stands. She was obviously bigger and
stronger than most of the senior girls, and even some of the guys. This made
Rich feel so small and weak, that he sometimes had to look away. Bonnie had
proven completely how much stronger she was than him. Still, the sight of
her thick, round body in her skimpy track costume always drew his attention
back to her. When she put the shot, her back would flex and the thick
muscles of her arms would swell, and Richie would put his jacket over his
lap.

Today he was just watching, as Bonnie practiced, then did five laps around
the field before vanishing into the showers. Rich met her at the door of the
gym, just as some of the track girls were leaving. They laughed and greeted
him, and Bonnie's team-mate Sheri slapped him on the ass as she went past.
He laughed and returned the favor as she went past, and she whirled and
stepped up to him. She was probably 5'6" tall but she was as wide as Richie
in the shoulders, with thick thighs under her short skirt. "Watch it, tall
boy," Sheri growled, probably still joking, "or I'll..."
"Have Bonnie beat you up!" one of the other girls yelled, and they all fell
out laughing. The Sheri winked at him, and they all sauntered off, just as
Bonnie stepped through the door. She smiled brightly at Richie, and then
even wider when she saw him blushing. "Aw, you're so cute," she purred, as
she gave him a quick kiss on tip-toes. She wrapped her arms around him and
hugged him tight crushing him to her body warmly. He hugged her back,
feeling her hard back and shoulders, but he knew he was trapped in her arms.
"C'mon Richie," she said, and dragged him along to catch up with the other
girls. A couple more of the girls now had guys attached, and Bonnie said,
"Hey, guys, I wanna have a birthday party!"

They all piped in, saying it was a great idea. Richie knew Bonnie was
turning 16 in April, but he had hoped he might have him to herself. Still a
party would be fun...

"Sounds great, Bonnie," he said, pulling her close, "a sweet sixteen
party..."

Sheri smiled up at him and said, "Sweet sixteen, but not never been kissed,
eh Rich?"

Richie leaned down and stole a kiss from Bonnie's soft lips, and said, "Damn
right, Sheri..." Sheri and some of the others hooted, and Bonnie locked an
arm up around his neck, pressing his lips to hers. Richie knew better than
to struggle - it just made it obvious that he couldn't get away - so he just
let her pull him down to her face. She held him there, and looked over at
the girls, his head locked in the hard crook of her arm.

He nuzzled her ear, and wrapped his arms around her, as they walked on,
chatting. Bonnie made plans for a party at her parents place, and eventually
she let Rich have his neck back.

************

Rich and Bonnie's relationship was fun, but it wasn't very usual. Bonnie
insisted on being the stronger partner, allowing Rich no bit of masculine
pride in that department. He was eternally grateful that she didn't want to
really work him over in public - though she teased him about it constantly.
"Do it or I'll sit on you," she would say, or "C'mon, you don't want me to
throw you around, do you?" She seemed to love to squeeze his body in her
arms, knead his muscles in her hard fingers, even crush him between her legs
a couple of times. They'd had several 'make-out' sessions now, in which she
liked to squeeze and hold and kiss him, making him feel helpless in her
arms, but leaving him totally aroused. Though she was 5'10 to his 6'2, she
weighed at least as much as he did, and when she got on top of him there was
no way he could get her off - even if he had wanted to!

*************************************

They split off from the group, and Rich walked Bonnie back to her house.
There were no cars in the driveway, so Bonnie asked him in for a bit, before
her parents got home. Getting him to the couch, she climbed onto his lap and
took his head in her arm, locking his neck in her biceps and kissing him
hard. She kneaded his slender chest in her other hand, and pressed his
nipple under her thumb. He squirmed and moaned a little, and she snuggled in
closer to him. "You're so sweet," she sighed, as she squeezed him tight. He
put a hand on her big bosom and squeezed, her firm breast heavy in his hand,
and she wiggled in turn on his swelling cock. "MMM..." you like being under
me, don't you, Richie?" she purred. Richie just blushed, and buried his face
in her neck, kissing her warmly. Bonnie ran her hand up his chest and cupped
his chin, lifting his head to look him in the eyes, and said, "You like it,
don't you, little one?" Richie knew what she wanted, and he nodded gently,
and said, "You're so pretty and strong, Bonnie..." Bonnie crushed his lips
under hers and stuffed her tongue into his mouth, kissing him deep and long,
then said, "Oh, that really turns me on, Richie." She kissed him more
gently, and he wrapped his arms around her, squeezing her thick shoulders.
He found her muscular body so arousing, he felt himself melt against her.
His hands found her upper arms, and he squeezed her biceps. She drew her
head back and smiled, and he felt her arms harden to stone under his hands.
"You like my muscles, don't you," she teased, and kissed him again as he
nodded, "I know you do... you're so little and soft, honey..." She wrapped
her hands around his slender biceps and squeezed, kneading his arms like
dough, until he hardened them in turn. Rich had continued to
lift weights, sometimes with Bonnie and his old friend Karen, and he knew he
had barely half the muscle his girlfriend had, but he liked to flex for her
anyway. "OOoo, so big and hard, Richie," she cooed, and squeezed harder.
Rich felt his arms compress under her strong hands, and he tried to flex
even harder, but he couldn't resist her pressure. He let his flex go, and
Bonnie crushed his muscles in her hands, her eyes hot, lips parted and
moist. "So little and soft, just like putty in my hands..." she whispered,
as she wiggled in his lap, making his hard-on throb. She slammed his arms
back against the couch and pressed herself against him, just as they heard
the sounds of tires in the gravel driveway outside. "I've got plans for you,
you know..." she said, as she rolled off him to sit next to him on the
couch. They looked reasonably composed as Bonnie's Mom and Dad came through
the door, she a strapping 6' blond, he an inch taller, reedy, long-haired
and handsome.

Bonnie bounced up and gave her Dad a kiss, said "Hi Mom," and introduced
Richie. "He's gonna come to my Sweet Sixteen party, OK?" Mrs. Stewart
Stepped up and gave Richie a mock glare, and said "Are your intentions
honorable, young man?" Richie swallowed hard - Mrs. Stewart looked like she
could lift Bonnie with one arm! She wore a simple spring dress and a jean
jacket, looking very feminine and pretty, but she was plainly wide and deep,
her chest straining the buttons, the shape of her thighs visible through the
light cloth of her dress. Richie could only manage, "Uh... yes Ma'am..."

Bonnie and her mom laughed, and Rich joined them awkwardly as Bonnie came up
next to him. Bonnie's dad joined them, and he said "Well, I think Bonnie can
take care of herself, anyway, eh mom?" Mrs. Stewart reached over and gripped
Richie's arm, giving him a little shake, and said "I'm sure she can!"

Richie got up and mumbled some polite sounds to Mrs. Stewart. he turned to
see Bonnie grinning up at him, and she said. "See you tomorrow, cutie," and
adjusted her hair, making her biceps swell and harden under her light
sleeve. Richie got out fast, before his excitement sent up a flag...

Bonnie's birthday was just a week away now, and she took every chance to
tease and squeeze her tall, soft boyfriend. They worked out, but she could
lift so much more than him that it just made him feel tiny.  Karen still
lifted with them, and she lifted as much as him most days, even though she
was much shorter. His young body just didn't grow muscles like theirs did,
he sighed to himself... but then, he'd think of Bonnie's chest and lips, and
the feel of her strong arms squeezing him tight, and he didn't really
mind... But that week, he didn't get much more affection than a quick
squeeze and a kiss, along with winks, and hints that something was waiting
for him. He finally cornered Karen, and got her to drop a hint that Bonnie
wanted him "all hot and bothered". He frowned, and growled that she was
doing the job.

Rich shopped a long time for Bonnie's birthday gift. He looked at workout
equipment, jewelry, albums, but nothing seemed perfect. Then he found a
dress at a local boutique that seemed made for her.

[BBL]

>>>part 3

But the week passed, and Saturday arrived, the day of the party. It was
still too chilly, in April, for a pool party, but the weather was warm, and
they would gather on the deck of Bonnie's house. There wouldn't be any
booze, at least not allegedly, though some of the kids coming might be
expected to try to sneak some in, but Bonnie's family planned a big feed,
with barbeque and plenty of everything. Bonnie had told Rich to dress
'sexy', so he wore a tight t-shirt and some cut-off shorts. He felt
self-conscious showing so much skin, but his skinny arms were as thick as
they had ever been, and he actually had some visible abs these days, after
his intense (though outclassed) workouts with his girl. He shaved his downy
facial hair, tied his long hair into a ponytail, put on a little patchouli
oil, and headed out to the party.

There were a lot of cars in Bonnie's driveway - Bonnie knew a lot of older
kids with rides - and Richie just went past the front door and around to the
back, where he knew the pool and deck were found. He bounded up the stairs
to the deck, and saw that a dozen or so kids were there already, mostly her
track team-mates, and a couple of guys. Karen was there as well, and she was
chatting with one of the boys, a skinny kid he recognized from the
rock-n-roll scene. Smiling faces turned toward him as he placed his gift on
the small pile, and he heard Bonnie's voice cry, "sweetie!"

Bonnie was coming around the corner, carrying a big box. Rich sprinted over
to her to help, and lifted the box from her hands, then staggered under the
weight, struggling not to lose the load from between his hands. "Whoa,
there, big guy," Bonnie said, and lifted the box back from my slipping
fingers, holding it easily. A small wave of giggling swept over the other
kids, and Richie blushed as he followed her to the corner of the deck where
she put the box down. "That's 70 pounds of potter's clay, there, buddy,"
Bonnie said. "Took me by surprise," he answered, as he bent to kiss the
pretty blonde hello. Bonnie looked amazing. She was wearing cut-off shorts
and a cropped, sleeveless T-shirt, that showed off her thick legs and
muscular arms perfectly. Her breasts strained against the material, cut low
to show plenty of her cleavage. She wore a little makeup, red lips and dark
eyes, and Rich felt his knees get that familiar flutter.

Bonnie wrapped her arm around his shoulders, and pressed herself to him,
crushing her soft breasts against him. "Oh yeah, surprise," she said,
grinning, as she wrapped her other arm around his skinny butt. "Here's a
surprise, too," she whispered in his ear, as she bent her knees, adjusted
her grip, and lifted him several inches off the deck in her arms. A roar of
disbelief and laughter swept the kids, as Bonnie carried him across the deck
and set him on the rail, then kissed him hard.

Richie's cock had hardened instantly against Bonnie's hard stomach as he
felt her big arms press him tightly to her. Now he grabbed her butt and held
her to him as he tried to think of anything else. But Bonnie pulled his
hands away easily and stepped back, looking right at his bulging shorts. The
guy with Karen - Jeff was his name - hooted loudly, and yelled "Hey Richie,
what's the matter, Bonnie too big for you?" Bonnie took Rich's hand and led
him over to the snacks. "No Jeff, you jerk" she responded, smiling, "he's
just the size I like!"

Karen stood up and grabbed her date around the neck, and said "You think
you're a tough guy, Jeffie?" She squeezed his neck in her arm, and he yelled
a little, "hey babe, cut it out!" "Make me," Karen answered, crushing his
face against the side of her pert little breast. Jeff struggled in her
grasp, his hands going to her wrist and arm, but he didn't seem to be able
to get away. The other girls started to laugh and taunt him - "C'mon Jeff,
what are you, a wimp?" "She's just a little girl, Jeff." Jeff's face got
red, but he just wasn't going to get away, it seemed. Then Karen let go of
him and leaned back, as Jeff straightened up, his lungs pumping, face red.
Karen then put her arms around his neck and kissed him, and hey could see
her whispering in his ear. His face reddened again, but he didn't say a
word, as she kissed and fondled him.

"Gee Jeff" Bonnie laughed, as she filled a snack plate for Rich, "Looks like
Karen has you in her power." The third guy - a kid Richie didn't know -
laughed out loud, and Sheri, the wide little sprinter, gave him a dirty look
and grabbed him by the arm.

Just then there was a commotion at the door where the house let out to the
deck. Richie heard Bonnie's parents' voices laughing, and the glass door
slid open. Mrs. Stewart came through the door, carrying her laughing
husband, and followed by what Richie could only see as a bigger, slimmer
version of Bonnie. Jaws dropped as Bonnie's red-headed mom held her dad in
front of her and bounced him a couple times in her arms, without apparent
strain.  He wrapped his arms around her neck and kissed her cheek, and she
set him down, both grinning. "We saw your little show, Bonnie," her dad
laughed, "and thought we'd show Rich where you got the idea." "Now say hello
to your sister, dear," Bonnie's mom said.

The big blonde behind the two parents sprinted across the deck, and she and
Bonnie embraced, to squeals of delight. "Judy!" Bonnie giggled, as the
taller girl actually lifted her sister off the deck a couple of inches in a
bear-hug. Bonnie wrapped her huge legs around her sister and hugged her
right back. Judy was several inches taller than Bonnie, maybe taller than
Rich, but she had a runner's body, long, lean, and steel-cable hard-looking,
where Bonnie was round and thick, maybe even a little padded. Judy was
wearing a one-piece swimsuit with a short skirt, and her long legs swelled
corded and hard as she supported her sister's big body. The two seemed to
continue to hug each other, but Rich could see that Bonnie was squeezing her
sister hard, the muscles in Bonnie's wide shoulders and thick arms jumping
into relief. Judy seemed to be returning the favor, her slender, whip-cord
arms, ripped and cut-looking, crushing Bonnie's big chest to her own. "Hey
little sis," Judy said, her voice showing just a little strain, "when did
you get so strong?" Bonnie gave an obvious squeeze, but Rich saw Judy's back
and chest flex harder, and Judy resisted a squeeze that Rich would have been
terrified to feel. "Damn, Judy," Bonnie growled, "how strong do I have to
get?" Judy chuckled, and they seemed to declare a truce, Judy setting Bonnie
down, Bonnie releasing her crushing hold. "You're the little sis, baby,"
Judy teased, flexing an arm. Her corded muscles sprang to life, a tall peak
piling up on her slender-looking arm. "Not for long, you string-bean,"
Bonnie said, and flexed her own arm. Bonnie's hard biceps swelled in her
bronze arm, looking bigger than her sister's, but on a shorter arm. "Wow,
Bonnie," Judy said admiringly, "you've really been working hard!" They put
their arm around one another, and Bonnie steered her sister to the snacks,
while her parents set up the barbecue, and the party returned to normal.
They walked up to Rich, and Judy said, "So this is the boyfriend, eh?" She
held out her hand and Rich took it. Her fingers were long and hard, and she
held his hand firmly, as they introduced themselves. Judy was, in fact,
about an inch taller than Rich, and he felt intimidated by her direct gaze
and full, smiling lips. "Wow," Rich said, finding his voice," two beautiful
women in the same family - nature sure is kind." Judy laughed and said "Well
aren't you sweet," she ran her hand up his forearm and squeezed, grinning,
and said "Oh, yeah, I can see why Bonnie likes you, Rich."

Bonnie joined them again, with a big glass of lemonade, and said,"Isn't he
just the cutest, Judy?" She put her arms around Rich and squeezed hard,
pressing the air from him. "He's my little softie," she purred and kissed
him sweetly, causing some hoots from the other girls. "Hey, look at that,"
Karen yelled from across the deck. They turned to look, and there was Sheri
playing 'mercy' with the kid who had laughed at jeff. Her thick arms
trembling a little, she was bending the taller boy's hands back to his
shoulders. "Say uncle," she growled, but the boy struggled under her. It was
clear he wasn't going anywhere, and she poured on the power, pushing him to
his knees. Finally he said uncle, and Sheri released him suddenly, causing
him to lose his balance and fall to the deck. This brought a round of
applause from the girls, as Jeff and Richie blushed and looked away.

Bonnie took Rich by the chin and turned his head toward her, saying "Now
c'mon Richie, you know that girls can be stronger than boys, don'tcha?" Judy
was staring right at them, and Richie blushed even redder, and pulled away
from Bonnie's hand. Python-fast, Bonnie's hand caught the back of his head
and jerked his face to hers. She kissed him hard, driving her tongue into
his mouth, as his hands rose to caress her arms. She was pulling his
off-balance, and he was forced to hold onto her shoulders to stay on his
feet as she worked his lips over. "Ah Bonnie," Judy said, putting a hand on
her shoulder, "Let the poor guy go."

Bonnie pulled her lips back from his, and he pressed himself against her
body - "Richie, do you want me to let you go?" Bonnie asked. Rich's face was
lusty, his lips open, seeking Bonnie's mouth. Bonnie again caught his chin
and asked, more sternly, "Do you want me to stop, little one?" Judy
sputtered, "Little one?!" she laughed, and rich looked humiliated, but still
entranced by Bonnie's lips. "Yeah, Judy," Bonnie replied, "he's just so
small and weak... So, Richie, should I stop kissing you?" "Oh Bonnie," he
sighed, "Please kiss me..." As Judy strolled away, shaking her head, Bonnie
again crushed his mouth with hers.

*************************************

Karen and Sheri were also making out lightly in the corners, and the party
carried on for a while. Mr. Stewart got the barbecue fired up, and food came
out. The boys found themselves sitting at the feet of their strong young
girlfriends, eating tidbits from their plates. Mrs. Stewart lounged in a
chair, watching the antics of the girls with approval. She was heard to say
to her older daughter that she was glad the girls had nothing to fear from
their dates.

After some snacking and chatting, Mr. Stewart brought out the cake and they
all sang the usual. Bonnie started opening presents, and after opening the
ones from her parents she opened Rich's. As she pulled the blue dress from
the box her eyes lit up. "Oh Richie," she said, "This is perfect - I gotta
go put it on!" She grabbed her sister, and they ran into the house,
giggling.

A few minutes later they returned, and Rich was delighted to see that he
had, in fact, made a perfect choice. The blue color set off Bonnie's golden
hair and blue eyes, her bronzed skin. The cut of the dress was perfect for
her thick figure, tight at the waist, plenty of room in the shoulders, just
right across her big chest. Sleeveless, it exposed her strong arms, cut
halfway above the knee, it displayed her long legs wonderfully. Bonnie had
put on a pair of strappy high heels, and she looked like a big model as she
sauntered across the deck, to a round of admiring applause. Rich's mouth
went dry with lust as she sauntered up to him, just a little taller in her
5" heels, and put her hands into her hair, and flexed her arms, making her
bosom rise in the low-cut bodice of the dress. "How do I look Richie?" she
teased, as she wiggled her hips a little. Rich swallowed, found his voice,
and told her she looked amazing, perfect, as he put his arms around her and
pulled himself to her.

Bonnie didn't move much, Rich's arms didn't pull her, just pulled himself
against her. She kept her arms above her head as Rich kissed her, then ran
his hands up her arms. The feel of her thick biceps, hard under his hands,
made his knees weak, and he felt like he was draped against her hardness.
Bonnie put her arms around him, and squeezed him tight, crushing him to her
chest. She whispered in his ear, "Wait til I get you upstairs," and licked
his ear a little, making his cock swell again. She put her hand on his ass
and pressed him against her, his erection obvious to them both.

Just then someone turned on the stereo, playing some bump-and-grind hip-hop
thing, and the deck filled with dancing kids. Bonnie held Rich imprisoned in
her arms, and they danced together, hips pressed together. Rich found
himself, thinking of baseball to keep his groin under control. Other kids
showed up, said hi to Bonnie, and hung around, and they all had a good time
through the evening.

Later, Mrs. Connor, the phys ed instructor showed up. She was a woman of
about 40, tall and thin, looking hard as wood in her shorts and t-shirt.
Bonnie jumped up from her seat next to Rich, and bounded over to the older
woman. They talked for a while, until Bonnie's mom came to the door and
invited Mrs. Connor in.

Bonnie slowly walked back toward Rich. He loved the way she walked, swaying
sensuously just by nature, big hips swinging. She was grinning slyly, in a
way that made Rich nervous and excited, and when she got to him, she
smoothly bent down, pushed her shoulder into his hips, and threw him over
her right shoulder! The crowd went wild. The girls hooting, and slapping him
on the butt, as the big blonde carried him off the deck and into the
darkness of her back yard. The two guys just reddened, and didn't say a
word.

Rich was squirming and laughing as the blonde carted him away. Her arm was a
steel band around his waist, and he finally gave up and lay over her
shoulder, then started carressing her buns, which flexed as she walked. She
didn't say a word, as she carried him down into the woods behind her yard,
and on to a small trail. "Hey Sweetie," Rich said, nervously,"where are we
going?" All he got for his question was a hard swat on the butt and a soft
laugh. a minute later he felt Bonnie kick something hard, and they were
entering some small building.

Suddenly he was falling backward, as Bonnie dumped him onto what felt like a
stack of mattresses. As he got his bearings, Bonnie turned on a couple of
battery-powered lights. Rich found himself in what seemed to be a shack,
with the walls draped with colorful sheets and throws. There was a small
table in the corner, with a cooler under it, and he was laying on a soft
stack of mattresses covered with more sheets. Bonnie went on to light some
candles, then turned out the electric lights. she still wore the little blue
dress, but now she simply stripped it off in one quick move, standing in her
pretty underwear. Bonnie stretched tall, rising on her toes, and her body
flexed and rippled, her breasts rising almost out of their strapless bra.
Rich felt his cock swell again, and he crawled across the bed toward her.

"Is there something you'd like, sweetie?" she teased, as she knelt on the
bed next to him. he reached out to put his arms around her, but she pushed
against his chest, pushing him away, grinning. "Aw Bonnie," Rich said, his
voice sly,"You know you want a kiss." He got his arms around her shoulders
and pulled, but she held him away with her hands. "Maybe I do, little one,"
she said," but maybe I want you on your knees first." She took his arms in
her hands and squeezed. As always, his little biceps offered  a moment's
resistance. "C'mon, sweetie, make those big arms hard for me," she cooed.
Richie, flexed, grinning, and pushed against her, struggling in her grip,
but he got nowhere. Bonnie's grip grew tighter and tighter, finally
squishing his little muscles. "So soft, sweetie - you're just too weak to
stop me." With a grunt, her arms and shoulders rippled and she tossed him
off the bed onto the floor.

Richie landed on his hands and knees on the piled rugs, and saw Bonnie get
to her feet. She reached behind her and up to the catches of her bra, but
paused for a moment when she saw him watching her intently. With a pretty
smile, she flexed her chest, making her body swell, her breasts rise as she
pulled off her underwear. She held out her hands and gestured for him to
come over to her, and Rich knee-walked to her.

Bonnie looked down at the handsome face of her boyfriend, He looked so cute
and delectable, blue-eyed and smiling up at her. She felt herself stir at
the thought of how helpless he was in her arms, how safe and unthreatening
he was, since she was sure she could wad him up and throw him away if he
tried anything violent or crude. She reached down and petted his long brown
hair pulling his head against her belly. She felt his lips on her skin,
kissing, and she felt the wetness that was becoming a familiar sensation
under her panties. She wiggled her hips against his chest, pressing his face
into her body, under her breasts.

"Richie," she purred, "I have some things that my sister has been telling me
about that I'd like to try..." she sat herself down on the bed, still
holding his head, a handful of hair in her hand. She spread her big thighs
wide, and pulled Rich's head toward the warm place where they met. Rich
looked up at her in alarm, realizing what she wanted, and pulled back a
little. "Don't be afraid, Richie," she whispered. She put a finger on her
spot, through her damp, white panties, and tickled it into swelling. "Right
here, richie, just put your pretty mouth right there and suck," she said, as
she pressed his head toward her. Rich put his hands on her thighs and tried
to push away for a moment, but the feel of her huge muscles under his
slender hands just made his strength melt away. He didn't resist as she
pressed his face into her moist crotch. He kissed the fabric of her panties,
then found what she was showing him. He started to lick and suck, making the
cotton soaked with his mouth. She crossed her legs over his back and trapped
him, thighs around his shoulders, her ankles over his back.

Now Bonnie was hot as could be, her boyfriend trapped and helpless between
her legs. Her plan was proceeding nicely - at this rate, he'd be a helpless
toy for her by the time she really wanted to lose her virginity. She closed
her eyes and did as her sister had taught her, letting her senses focus on
the feelings he gave her, snuggling her legs tighter around him hugging him
hard. She whispered instructions to him, "slower... a little harder... now
faster...," and soon she felt herself begin to arrive.

Rich's reticence had vanished as he felt Bonnie become more and more
aroused. his arms were partially restrained by Bonnie's thighs, her muscles
flexing as she pressed his shoulders together. The feeling of his own
helplessness, his weakness, seemed to make him even hotter, and he lapped
and sucked her busily, carefully following her directions. Then he heard her
sigh and moan, and her legs clamped around his shoulders had. He pulled his
head back, but her hand crushed his face into her, and he sucked firmly. She
bucked and spasmed around him, and he was glad it wasn't his neck between
her stony thighs as she crushed his arms into his sides.

Suddenly she pulled his head back by the hair, gasping, "OK, OK... stop
now..." He looked up at her, her big round chest blocking much of her face
as she pulled deep breaths. His mouth felt like it just wanted to keep
sucking, licking his moist lips. Bonnie looked down at his red lips and
sighed, then tightened her thighs around him again. With a twist of her
weight, Rich felt his body pulled sideways, then rolled onto his back, his
head pressed against the bed, legs stretched out. Bonnie pressed her crotch
into his face again, wriggling slowly as she sighed. Then she released him
and stood over his body.

Rich gazed up longingly at the bottom curve of Bonnie's lush bosom, her
slender waist, her swelling thighs. His dick stiffened, hard as a rock,and
he sighed and pressed his cheek against Bonnie's pale golden thigh. Bonnie
felt herself heat up even more as her boyfriend pressed his face to her
flesh, helpless between her thighs. She felt as strong as could be, as she
reached down and took Richie under the arms, then pulled him up onto the
bed, resisting her not at all. He was pretty heavy when he let himself be
dead weight, but hardly more than she could handle, and soon he was on his
back before her on the bed.

With her tongue on her red lips, she climbed onto his knees, and began
unfastening his belt. Richie blushed, and made a reflexive gesture to grab
her wrists. Bonnie grabbed his wrist in her hand and twisted, as she opened
his pants. "Don't you try to stop me, you little thing..." she growled, as
she controlled his arm effortlessly. Rich whimpered a little, abd stopped
resisting as Bonnie peeled his pants down from his waist. His underwear soon
followed.

"Oh Richie," Bonnie said, as she took his hardness in her hand, " I've been
waiting to get my hands on this." She squeezed and stroked him, as he ran
his hands up her thighs and kneaded her breasts. "This is my real birthday
present Richie  - one step toward being grown up, and with the boy I just
might be in love with." Rich felt his own heart melt, as surely as his arms
had done, under the warmth of Bonnie's hand, as she gave him a present in
turn...

[BBL]

I must begin with a simple admission. I have a strong sexual desire to
be overpowered and used by an attractive woman far stronger than me.
   This is no simple matter. I am a big man. I am pretty strong myself,
though I've never been athletic. In fact, I suppose my strength comes
from the sheer size of my body, since I've usually been kind of soft and
out of shape. When I was younger I was very slender. At 6' 4" I seldom
topped 175 lbs. My string-bean build, shoulder length hair and
attractive face made me interesting to women, and I've had many
experiences with big, strong lovers.
   The first time I had a chance to fulfill my lifelong fantasy was sin my
sophomore year of college. I was a musician in a folk trio. We had been
invited to sing at the house party of a friend, a woman I knew slightly.
As the date drew nearer I realized that I was unsure of the address. The
place was in the neighborhood and I walked to the house I hoped was hers
and knocked, trying to find it before the night of the party.
   The woman who came to the door was probably a few years older than me.
She stood taller than my shoulder, quite tall for a girl. She had
waist-length straight blonde hair. She wore a housecoat that did little
to disguise her busty, full-hipped figure. Her green eyes looked me up
and down, and her pretty lips smiled. I determined that I had found the
right address - the lovely woman was the hostess' roommate - and left. I
found that I felt a little intimidated by her direct appraisal, but the
sight of her swelling breasts and clear eyes lingered in my mind.
   When the party came around I got to meet Carol more formally. Dolled up
for the party she was stunning. What her housecoat had concealed was now
revealed by her tight black turtleneck sweater, skintight jeans and
knee-high high-heel boots. Her breasts were truly huge, supported by
broad shoulders and a thick chest. Her big ass and muscular thighs
seemed about to burst the seams of her jeans. Her waist was probably not
small, but seemed tiny compared to her hips and chest.
   As the co-hostess, Carol was busy helping out. Still, her eyes were on
me every chance she got. I'm not usually shy, but having this 'older
woman' check me out so plainly kind of put me off. I decided to play it
cool, and only smiled at her.
   We played our musical set, then began to party seriously. I was sitting
in the middle of a crowded room full of pot smokers when Carol came to
the door in the opposite corner of the room. She looked right at me and
inhaled deeply, her big chest rising enticingly. I felt myself blush,
and looked away, toward a seat that happened to be empty next to me. If
she wanted me, she was going to have to come and get me! I never
expected it to happen, really. A moment later she appeared next to me
and sat down.
   She began to talk with me pleasantly, and I tried to hold up my end of
the conversation. I had never really known a girl as big as Carol. Her
sheer physical presence, very nearly my size, it seemed, was interesting
and arousing. I actually felt a little tongue-tied in her presence, as
my eyes drifted from her full lips to her fuller chest. After a while
she put a hand behind my head and pulled my lips to hers for a long, hot
kiss, to the amusement of the others in the room. We stood up together
and left. I don't recall the exact sequence by which we ended up in bed,
but we surely did.
   Carol naked was a true delight. Her skin was creamy and white, her
breasts as firm as they were large. She was aggressive and sexual from
the moment we were alone. She pulled me down onto her bed and held my
head to hers as I squeezed her big frame tightly in my arms. I lay on
top of her, her big hips wider than mine, her shoulders nearly as wide.
I sucked and licked her tits and my cock grew hard as stone. With a
sudden heave she rolled me over so that she was on top of me, her tongue
deep in my mouth. With no further preamble she nestled her slit against
the tip of my cock and worked herself down on me. With increasing force
she engulfed my cock until, much to my delight, I was in her to the
hilt. Then she sat back on my hips looking boldly down at me.
   I gazed up at Carol's marvelous torso, her melon breasts and lovely
face. I began to sit up, reaching for her nipple with my mouth. She
smiled and put both hands on my chest and gently but firmly pushed me
back down onto the bed.
"Just lay back, sweetie", she said, "This is going to be my show
tonight."
   That was OK with me, I had always loved to get beautiful women on top
of me, and with her considerable weight pressing my chest I wasn't
inclined to argue.
   She began to move gently, and I felt her pussy squeeze my cock firmly.
I tried to meet her thrust but she planted herself on me and held my
hips motionless under her. Playfully, I began to struggle, trying to
buck her off me. I barely moved her, and the pressure of her hands on my
chest felt like a boulder. I grabbed her forearms and pulled. Her arms
were surprisingly thick and hard, and at first I couldn't move them at
all. I struggled harder and managed to move her hands a little.
   "What's wrong sweetie," Carol purred as she pressed even harder on my
chest, "am I being too rough?"
   She suddenly released me and sat back, still gripping my hard cock. She
reached behind her head and pulled her hair into her hand. That was the
first time that I noticed that her arms were thick, with visible biceps.
Her gesture caused her breasts to rise, and my cock twitched in her and
seemed to swell even more.
   Carol gathered her long mane of hair into one hand and leaned down. She
rested one hand on my chest and began to slap my face and shoulders with
her hair.
   "Take this, pretty boy, she said, smiling, as she whipped me with her
blonde locks.
   The motion made her nipples sway barely a foot from my mouth, her moist
lips above them.
   I grabbed that lovely flail and began to gently pull her toward me. In
a flash Carol grabbed my wrists in a grip like steel. I tried to keep
pulling, but I couldn't move my arms more than a couple of inches before
she stopped me. Her hands squeezed harder and harder until I really
began trying to escape. I released her hair, but my struggles went
nowhere.
   Without another word she pulled my hands over my head and slowly pushed
them down onto the bed. I resisted a little, but was willing to go
along.
   "There," she said, "that didn't take long."
   I was still deep in her, her ass pressing my hips, and now my lips were
inches from hers, my hands pinned solidly above my head. I was surprised
at the strength of her grip, as she plunged her mouth onto mine and
kissed me hard. I stopped struggling and responded, but I could feel my
cock shrinking inside her as my wrists began to ache and my hands to
tingle. I tried again, seriously this time, to push her away. All my
strength raised her hands a few inches from the bed. She raised her head
and smiled a dangerous grin.
   "Ooo, what a fighter," she purred, "You're almost strong enough to
resist a girl!"
   I was still pushing, but with her weight above me I got nowhere, and
soon my arms began to tremble.
   "Not quite, though," she said as she slammed my left hand down onto the
bed. "That was my right arm. Think you can move my left arm with your
big right arm?"
   "C'mon," I said, and I realized I sounded pleading "Don't! Let me go,
baby, and you won't be sorry" I lifted my head and kissed her shoulders
and chest, but she pulled them back from my mouth.
   "I don't think I'm going to be sorry anyway." she answered. "We're
going to have a lot of fun, but I just want to show you how special I
am. C'mon, let me show you my tricks... See if you can push me off."
   "I don't want to hurt you, " I said, though I don't think that was what
was really on my mind.
   She began to kiss me again, and rub her chest against me, but her hands
were again squeezing my wrists painfully. So I decided to show her the
facts of the situation. I began to try to simply sit up and push her off
of me, pushing hard with my right arm. She was slightly off balance from
holding down my left arm, and I pushed her hand up a few inches. I was
shocked to discover that I couldn't move my left hand or my hips at
all., and in moments the big woman had stopped my efforts.
   "Is that all you got, sweetie?"
   She started to push hard on my wrist. My arm held trembling for a
moment, and I could see the muscles in her forearm swell.
   "Then I guess you're not strong enough to resist a girl!" she said.
   My right arm hit the bed and I was back where I started, my arms now
tired and weakened. My cock was also mostly soft, but Carol remained
pressed against my hips, holding me in her. She squired on my groin and
I could feel her wetness.
   I was now pretty confused. I was still, on one level, totally hot for
this woman- I could feel my cock stirring even as I looked up at her
lovely face - But I was red with exertion and embarrasment. I didn't
know whether I wanted to run for the door or stay, but at the moment I
didn't actually have any choice.
   Then Carol released my hands and settled down over me, kissing me
gently and pressing her tits against me. She rubbed my wrists and arms,
her lips playing with mine sweetly.
   "Hey lover," she purred gently, "I don't mean to scare you. I've wanted
to get you under me since tht day on the porch. You were so sweet and
shy at the party I just wanted to throw you on the floor right there."
She flexed her pussy again on my recovering member.
   "I'm not scared, baby," not much, I thought "but I am surprised. You
really got the drop on me here." I kissed her face and neck. I'm back
with you now." And I was, filling her pussy again with my cock. I seemed
to have decided that I was staying, and I wrapped my arms around Carol's
neck, though I didn't pull.
   She took one huge breast in her hand and offered it to my mouth.
   "You've been wanting this for a while," she said, and I started to lick
and suck her nipple. She pressed her breast into my face, nearly
covering me with its soft mass. She ran her hands over my shoulders and
arms and squeezed my biceps hard.
   "Mmm... You're so slender and soft, and your mouth is so warm. Suck my
breast, baby, suck my big, strong breast."
   Her hands were squeezing my biceps with crushing force, and she was
moving on my hard cock.
   "You like my breasts, baby? Here, have the other one."
   She was riding me hard now, slamming herself against me. She pulled my
arms back down onto the bed, pinning them by the biceps, squeezing them
hard. I was engulfed by her breasts and could barely get my breath as
she let her weight press her nipples into my mouth.
   She wrapped her arms around my head and crushed my face into her chest
as she slammed her pussy on my member. She began to come, shaking and
moaning, her pussy gripping me like a fist and her breasts smothering
me. I gripped her arms and shook her trying to get her to release me,
but they were unmovable, her biceps hard as rock. She seemed to subside,
panting, but I was still trapped in her bosom. I shook her broad
shoulders and moaned as she collapsed, her orgasm spent. I shook her
again and she raised herself quickly up, peeling her tits from my face
and arching her back. I gasped for breath and pushed up on my elbows to
stretch my back. I was still pretty hard, but was too confused to find
my own orgasm yet. Still, I was not upset about this wild new sex-game.
   "Baby!" I said, smiling and gasping, watching her beautiful round torso
and tiny waist, "That was wild! You're a wildwoman!"
   I sat up and spontaneously hugged her. She wrapped her arms around me
and then sat up off of my lap, rising to her knees and letting my cock
slap my belly. She towered over me that way, my head against her
sternum. She held me against her firmly, actually holding my weight, and
I kissed and licked her chest and shoulders.
   "You bet I'm wild!" Carol laughed, and flexed her arm like Tarzan, "I'm
Cara the Jungle Queen, and you're my jungle boy-toy!"
   She beat her chest above her breast and gave a howl, then flexed again.
I reached up and ran a hand over her arm and shoulder. She wasn't ripped
like a bodybuilder, her arm was round and think with a layer of soft
flesh. Her biceps was remarkable for a woman, I thought, and the rest of
her arm was solid. Her shoulder was as hard as a softball, somewhat
bigger.
   "Wow, you're really strong, aren't you!" I said, stupidly. She took the
back of my head in her other hand and turned my face up to hers.
   "Haven't I convinced you yet?" she asked, and kissed me, wrapping her
arm around my neck. I was running my hands over her thick padded body,
then squeezing her to me, my head between her breasts. She grabbed one
of my arms and peeled it off her, holding it up.
   "Let's see what you got, Jungle Boy." she said.
   I didn't get it for a moment and then she grabbed my biceps and shook
me.
   "Flex it sweetie!"
   I flexed, like I do sometimes in the mirror. The I blushed again,
because my arm was obviously smaller than hers. I really had just a
vague swelling of biceps, though it was fairly hard, I thought. Carol
ran her hand gently over my own arm and shoulder.
   "I knew this right away, sweetie. You're little arms made me hot for
you. I could tell by looking that you were going to be a toy in my
hands."
   

>>>

[BBL]

She pulled my lips up to hers, my head in the crook of her arm, and
kissed me, while she wrapped her hand most of the way around my skinny
right arm. She again squeezed my bruised arm hard, and I flexed against
her. But when she started to push down on my arm I simply couldn't
resist. She wasn't using her weight now, just the power of her thick
body. I finally had to give up the flex and she crushed my biceps in her
grip, slamming my arm against my side. I winced in pain and gasped, but
she was still kissing me deeply.
   She released my smashed arm and snaked her hand between us to grab my
cock, in seconds it was rock hard in her hand. She pulled her mouth back
from mine, and her green eyes were flaming. I felt dizzy with lust and
found that I was letting my whole weight rest against her arms as she
held me between her thighs. Her body seemed like a column of oak, and
her soft tits hung before me.
   "Do you like my muscles, sweetie?" she squeezed my cock "I think you
do...  I'm glad you're cock is so much harder than your arm though," she
laughed and stroked me with her nails. I stroked her strong body in
turn, and I felt something open in my mind, and I let myself just relax
into her arms, my head against her chest.
   Suddenly she released me, and I clung to her upright shoulders. She
took me by the shoulders and pushed me away, holding my upper body
before her, my legs still under her on the bed.
   "You do have nice shoulders, baby, even if they're all bone."
   She pushed hard, and I fell back on the bed. She was over me on her
knees, tall and strong and breathtakingly sexy.
   Carol lifted a leg and rolled off of me, flopping down next to me. I
was drawn to her like a magnet, pulling myself against her. She kissed
me, and we made out for a while, until she pulled back.
   She ran one hand up me from thigh to butt to back.
   "I love your long body, baby" she purred. My cock was hard against her
leg.
   "You're making my head spin, Jungle Girl," I said, as I kneaded one big
breast, kissing her nipple.
   "That's right, Jungle Boy! I guessed right, didn't I? You like being my
weak little sex-baby, don't you?" she whispered, her lips against my
cheek. I blushed again, and turned my head, pulling away.
   She pulled me closer, holding my head crooked in her arm.
   "Your underdeveloped little muscles are just right to make you nice and
masculine, but just too small and soft to be very strong. I bet there
are lots of women like me who could beat you up."
   Now I was reeling with embarrasment, and I found I couldn't look her in
the eye, even as she held her face to mine. But I sighed, and dug my
fingers into her thick back.
   "I bet you got beat up by girls when you were a kid, didn't you?" she
purred.
   My face was burning red.
   She whispered, 'You were so skinny and weak, you couldn't stop them...
Tell me, Jungle Boy..." She was caressing and stroking me tenderly,
though I felt helpless in her grip.
   "You're right," I whispered, "I used to get shit from the older girls.
Some of the big girls would punch me or trip me. They'd sit on my chest
and slap my face, or pin me against the lockers," I spoke tonelessly
recalling my humiliation. I'd never spoken of this to a woman before, or
maybe to anyone.
   "I knew it," she said, stroking my hair. "You're just the kind of
pretty sissy I used to torment myself. Then when I got older I
discovered that there are guys who like to be on the bottom, and that
raping cute wimps like you is more fun than just beating them up.
Besides, I don't really like hurting people. I just like to be strong
and masterful in my life, and even in my bed. So when I find a man with
soft little muscles like you I try to take advantage of it. "
   She gathered me into her arms again, and we kissed and cuddled. I
became more urgent, rubbing my cock against her pubes and trying to roll
on top of her.
   "Baby, please let me be in you," I moaned.
   "I know, sweetie", Carol said "We're going to have more, but first I
want to make sure that you're really ready."
   She rolled me over effortlessly. Her arms held mine to my sides and her
legs were about my waist, her tits again in my face. She wiggled and
purred, and her thighs clamped my waist hard.
   "Maybe I should just knock you out," she said, "that would make things
clear."
   She started to squeeze me. Her arms pulled my head into her chest and
her legs drove the breath from my belly. I struggled wildly,
reflexively. I even pounded her back and thighs, harder than I would
have in any other situation, but she only crushed me harder.
   "Lay still, sissy-boy, don't make me," she said.
   I pulled at her legs, but couldn't get my hands around her thighs. She
sat up, pulling my body with hers, holding my waist crushed between her
thighs.
   "Hold Still!" she said loudly, and gave me a bone-rattling shake.
   I held still. It was clear that she could crush me if she chose to. I
let my arms rest on her, and began to lick and kiss the deep folds of
her breasts.
   Suddenly she reared up, leaving me gasping, and got off of me. She
pushed my chest into the bed with one hand and grabbed my cock with the
other. In moments I was rock hard and she was stroking and gripping me
with a hot hand.
   I wrapped my hands around her arm, still gasping air, and kneaded her
thick muscles as I bucked beneath her other hand. In a wave of pleasure
I spurted onto my belly as she held me helpless under her hands. She
pressed me into the bed until I lay still. I lay panting, as she began
to rub my semen into my skin.
   "There, sweetie, now your cock is as little and soft as the rest of
your muscles. Good thing it'll get hard again," she regarded my limp
cock sternly, "Let's see how fast we can make that happen."
   She ran her hands over my body and kneaded my chest and shoulders.
   "Mmm, you're so soft and smooth."
   She bent down and took one of my nipples in her mouth. She began to
lick and suck, as she took my soft dick in her hand again, and began
working it. She bit my nipple, then again, harder, and I tried to push
her away from my chest. With her other hand she plucked my hand away and
slammed it to the bed. I felt the bones in my arm grind together, and I
moaned and begged her to stop.
   "Please Carol, don't hurt me..." I whimpered.
   "Then lie still, pretty boy," she growled around my tit, and squeezed
my balls.  "You're mine! I'm so much stronger than you that you're just
helpless in my arms. Aren't you?" she asked.
   She crushed my arm and gathered up my balls tightly.
   "Ye.. Yes, Carol!" I gasped
   "Yes what? Yes you're a weakling?" she teased.
   "Yes, I'm a weakling"
   "Will you stop trying to stop me from doing whatever I want to with
you?"
   What choice did I have?
   "Yes, Yes!" I kissed and licked the muscles of the arm the held mine
pinned. My other hand caressed her breasts, and the thick muscles of her
pectorals beneath. "Yes, I'm too weak to stop you, Carol, please be good
to me, please let me love you, and you won't regret it."
   "I think I heard that before tonight, but in a different tone of
voice," she smiled and climbed on top of me, her hand still beneath her,
working my cock.
   I surrendered. I lay beneath her, and played with her body while she
played with mine. She kneaded my flesh like dough, and I tried to
squeeze her pumped body, with little effect. My arms felt like jelly,
and she was like warm oak. She worked my soft member and I felt a
stirring, but it was still too soon. Carol took one nipple in her mouth,
and began licking, sucking and biting. I didn't dare try to escape, my
body was bruised from Carol's strength. So I squirmed and whimpered as
she set my nipples on fire with her teeth.
   Finally I began to beg her to stop. I begged and gasped, but still made
no effort to stop her.
   "OK sweet thing, now you know that I can do whatever I want with you,"
she purred, and my cock began to stir, "it's time to start using you in
detail."
   She swung her leg over my head and settled her pussy down onto my
mouth.
   "Start licking, Jungle Boy." she growled, tightening her thighs around
my ears.
   I did as I was told. I drove my tongue up into her, and licked up to
her clit. I took her button in my mouth and sucked, and then I felt her
mouth engulf my cock. Her tongue massaged me and I felt myself begin to
stiffen. Her clit grew between my lips and I felt her vast hips start to
heave. She ground herself onto my face and sucked me hard. I felt the
blood swell my cock to fill her mouth. I sucked her and flicked with my
tongue, and she came again. Her hands clamped on my ass and actually
lifted me off the bed to her mouth. She writhed and moaned, and I held
on to her huge thighs to remind her that I was down there!
   Then she dropped my hips, leaving my hard cock cooling from her mouth.
She sat up on my face. I held on tight as she shook and cried out her
pleasure. Then she was off me, rolling over to lay beside me. She snaked
one arm around my neck and locked her mouth on mine. Her tongue licked
my lips and she purred as she squeezed my cock to diamond hardness.
   "Mmmm..., I love to taste myself on you! You have a talented tongue,
baby - that's a real virtue in a weakling." she said.
   I wrapped my arms around her and ran my hands all over the wonderful
contours of her flesh. I plastered my body to hers, feeling soft against
her hard muscles. My cock rubbed against the silk of her belly and
thighs and the coarseness of her hair. I kissed her face and neck and
gripped her arms and squeezed. She flexed her arms in response, and my
cock twitched as I gripped her. She wrapped her legs around me and
effortlessly rolled me onto my back. With smooth sureness she worked the
head of my cock into her pussy, and pushed herself down on me. Once
again she sat up on me and looked down. She stretched and flexed, her
body now totally pumped, her biceps big and round.
   "Full circle, my soft sweetie," she crowed, "Now sit up here and suck
my tits."
   I did as I was told, as Carol's steel thighs pumped her on my cock. She
rode me hard, slamming her hips down on me until she came a third time,
the on into the night. I gripped her strong shoulders and pulled myself
up into her bosom. She grabbed my arms and held me to her as she bounced
me on the bed. I felt like a ragdoll as she used me for her pleasure. By
the time I came again, the light of morning was in the windows. Carol
gathered my head into her chest and I fell into exhausted, delighted
sleep.

[BBL]

Love Story
by BBL
Part 1:

My hobby is old cars. I have an old car that I take to shows, and I am a member of several
old car clubs. On occassion, I have purchased old cars for the purpose of fixing them up and
selling them, hopefully for a little profit. I had recently purchased an old Rambler from an estate
sale. It needed lots of mechanical work. I had it trailered home, did all of the necessary repairs
and put it up for sale. Many people were interested in it, but no one would come up with the
money to buy it. I think that the main reason it hadn't sold was that most everyone who looked at
it was looking for a daily driver. This car was too nice to be a driver. It was just a" Plain Jane"
four door sedan, but it was solid as a rock and had virtually no rust. The only thing left to do was
to get it inspected. I had been an auto mechanic for many years, had changed careers, but still had
connections in the car repair business.

          One Friday afternoon I took my Rambler over to my friend Bob who had his own repair
shop.  I had trained Bob many years ago, and because of this, he knew that when I brought a car
in for inspection, it was just a matter of doing the paperwork and putting the sticker on the car.
I was ten years older than Bob, but  until a few years ago when my hair started to turn grey and
the skin beneath my chin started to sag, we looked the same age. It was a little joke that he used
to play on all of his customers and friends whenever I went to visit him at his shop. He would
start by saying, "This is my friend Larry. Guess how old he is."

          When I arrived at Bob's, I parked the car and strode into the shop. I greeted John and Lou,
the two mechanics he had working for him, and asked, " Where's Bob?"
"He's in the office." answered John. I walked through the small waiting room and made a right
turn into Bob's office. His office was shaped in a triangle. Along the back wall was a couch.
On the adjacent wall was another couch, Bob's desk, and a book case with all of his current
automotive literature in it. The third wall had some filing cabinets, a safe, and a small desk for
writing inspection stickers.
"Kid!", he greeted me. "How are ya?!"
"Fine", I answered. "How're you doing?", I asked.
"Good, good. Can't complain. Business has been decent. How's the wife and kid?", he asked.
"They're just fine! Jenny's getting all A's in school and doing well with her gymnastics.", I
returned.
"How old is Jenny now?", asked Bob.
"She'll be thirteen in August and getting ready to be a teenager!", I exclaimed.
"Hard to believe," said Bob. "Is she still small?", he asked.
"Yeah, 65 pounds soaking wet! But she's a beautiful kid. Best thing that ever happened to us!", I
said, emphatically.
It was then that I noticed a woman sitting on the sofa  in the dimly lit far corner of the office. She
appeared to be in her mid to late twenties, and had shoulder length black hair. She was paging
through a magazine as Bob and I spoke.
"Oh, Larry," continued Bob, "this is my friend Donna. Donna, this is my friend Larry."
"Hi," she said. "Hello," I answered quietly. I looked in her eyes. As she stared at me her jet
black eyes  penetrated right through me. It was a nice sensation. I liked girls with dark eyes.
"Donna," Bob continued, "guess how old Larry is?"
"Oh no, here we go again!". I thought. "Bob, that doesn't work anymore!", I said wryly. "It used
to ten years ago, but since I turned fifty, my hair turned grey and my chin is now a bit flabby." I
explained. "But thanks anyway, Bob", I said. " I can tell you that I sure don't fell my age." I said.
"Aw, gee Larr, you spoiled the whole thing!", said Bob. "I like to see people's reaction when I
tell them you're ten years older than me. We used to do this all the time, Donna." he continued.
"Can't tell you how many people we fooled. Larry trained me when I first got into this business."
"Yeah," I said. "So if he messes up your car you can blame me!", I said with a note of sarcasm.
" Oh, I wouldn't do that." she said shyly. Her jet black eyes were focused on mine, and I felt a
warm sensation.
"Hey , kid," Bob said to me, "I started working out again at the gym. That's where I met Donna.
Would you believe she's a bodybuilder?" he asked. "Show him, Donna!"
With that, she stood up, lifted up her left arm in a bicep pose, slid the sleeve of her tee shirt up to
her shoulder with her right hand and flexed her left bicep. It was huge!
"Oh my God!", I muttered.     
 I felt a shock sweep through my body. My face was flush, and I could feel my ears turning beet
red. My heart was pounding like crazy!
"Oh-oh...", I stammered. My voice cracked as I spoke. I was obviously embarassed. "V -Very
nice", was the only thing that came out of my mouth. I was at a total loss for words. I'm sure that
my mouth dropped to the floor. I stared for what seemed an eternity.
"Larry, bring that old Rambler into the second bay!" It was John, peeking around the office door.
He was ready to put the sticker on my car. "I..I..I'll be right there.", I stuttered. I turned and
quickly walked out of the office and to my car. My brain was doing flip-flops. I had never seen
anyone like her  before. As I moved the car into the bay I could feel my body shaking all over. I
took a deep breath. It seemed to help a bit. I gave John the information he needed to write the
sticker, and as he went back to the office I stayed with the car. I finally composed myself enough
that I thought I could think straight. "Whew!", I thought. "What in the world came over me? My
God, I don't believe what I just saw!" All I could think of is that she was awesome!
Just then Bob came into the shop. He had this mischievous grin all over his face.
"What did you think of that?", he asked. "Ever see anyone like her before?"
"N-no. Not really!", I stuttered. "I don't believe what I just saw. She's unbelievable! Nothing
like being embarassed in front of your friends!", I answered.
"Boy, Larry," said Bob. "I've known you a long time, but I've never seen you react like that
before!" He was right, of course.  And  quite surprised. "You okay?", he asked.
"Yeah, but it was a real shocker!", I said. I was starting to feel more at ease. But I could still feel
my ears burning and my heart pounding, although not as hard as before.
He turned to the car next to mine, a white Cadillac Eldorado. "It's Donna's." he said. "Needs
front rotors and pads for inspection. She let the pads cut into the rotors and wiped them out." he
said.
"I have to give her a price on the job."
Donna was now standing in the doorway to the waiting room. I was able to get a better look at
her. As my heart started hammering away, I noticed that she was wearing a tee shirt with sleeves
cut down to her elbows, hiding her huge biceps. But her forearms were noticably thick. She had
on a pair of loose fitting black jeans and white sneakers. Her thighs fit tightly against the upper
portion of her jeans, and her calf muscles strained against the lower part. But she was definitely
feminine, with a pleasing smile, shiny black hair, and those gorgeous black eyes.  When her eyes
met mine, I felt a jolt go through my body again. Bob was standing at the front wheel of her car
and called her to come and take a look at the damage. As she passed by me she smiled at me, as
if she knew what was happening to me. I was totally mesmerized by this creature!
"You're gonna need new front rotors and pads.", he explained. "When they started making noise
you should have brought it to me. Probably could have saved the rotors. Let's go back to my
office, and I'll figure out what it'll cost."
As they went back inside Bob motioned to me to follow him. I wasn't sure if I should, but I
decided that I really wanted to, no matter what.
Once inside, Bob explained to her how much it would cost to fix her car.
"But," he added, "if you pay me cash I'll knock fifteen percent off the job."
"Great!", she said. "Can you finish it today?"
"Oh, I think we can have you on the road this afternoon.", he mused. "Sure, for you, anything,
Donna! Right kid?", He turned to me. I was beet red again. "Anything you say, Bob." I
answered, my voice cracking again. Bob and Donna looked at each other. They were having
some fun with my embarassment, and there wasn't anything I could do about it except go along
with it. I took a deep breath and smiled wryly at both of them. And I think we all knew what was
happenning.
"I have to go to the Caddy dealer to get the parts. Do you guys want to come with?", he asked.
"Okay with me." answered Donna.
"C'mon, kid. Let's go for a ride.", said Bob, directing his remark to me. "It'll do you good!"
We stepped into Bob's truck. Donna was in the middle, with Bob and I on either side of her.
As we drove Bob made some small talk with us. He told her how we used to work together many
years ago, and that I always used to help him when he got in a jam. I answered quietly and shyly.
As we drove I looked down at Donna's forearm, which was right now right next to mine. It was
at least half again as big as mine, and I could feel the warmth coming from it as it almost touched
mine. She smiled at me. She had a look in her eyes as if she knew exactly what kind of effect
she was having on me.
When we arrived at the car dealer, Bob went in to get the parts. And there I was, all alone with
her. I tried to think of something witty to say, but I couldn't.
 She turned to me and said, "Larry, I'm sorry if I embarassed you back at the shop. I didn't mean
any harm. It was Bob's idea. We did this to a couple of his other friends, and they laughed. We
thought you'd do the same thing. Are you okay?", she asked. Her arm gently touched mine. I was
on fire now, but decided to start acting like a man.
"Sure!", I said, nervously. "I've never met a lady bodybuilder before. I've seen them on TV, but
never in person. As I'm sure you can see, I think you're awesome. I'm sure you've worked
really hard to look this way, and  I'm sure you're proud of yourself."
"It is a lot of work.", she answered. "The dieting is the worst part, watching everyone else eat
whatever they want while you can only eat certain things, most of them tasteless!"
I was starting to feel a little more at ease with this lady. The conversation flowed easier now
between us. Bob came back with the parts, and we were on our way back to the shop.
Back at the shop, I realized that Bob would need some help with her car if he was to finish it at a
reasonable hour. With his instructions and tools, I did the left side brakes and he did the right.
We were finished in less than an hour.
"Remember, Donna", Bob said sarcasticly, "Larry did the left side and I did the right. If anything
goes wrong on the left, call HIM, not me!"
"Remember, Bob, I used your tools!", I joked.
When we brought the car down on the ground Bob said, "Take it for a road test, kid. Make sure it
stops good. Donna, you go with him. He doesn't get to drive a nice car like yours very often, just
those old junky Ramblers. Make sure he doesn't get out of hand!"
Donna slid in the passenger seat and I backed the car out into the street. She slid over and sat
about a foot away from me. I looked at her, and she smiled back at me. She knew what she was
doing to my brain. I eased the car down the street and gently applied the brakes. It slowed to a
stop, straight as an arrow.
"Looks okay to me.", I said. "Try not to make any hard stops for the next couple of hundred
miles.", I told her. "The new brake pads and rotors have to seat to each other. I know it's
difficult, but do the best you can.", I said, trying to sound like an expert.
"I'll do the best I can.", she answered. I had to drive her to the bank so she could withdraw the
money to pay for the job. On the way, I asked her how she got into bodybuilding. She explained
that she started out as a gymnast, but when they had to do conditioning and lifting weights, she
liked it better than gymnastics.
"I saw results right away." she said. " My muscles began to grow. I felt better and stronger.
That's the thing I really like.", she said. "Being strong. It's great when you know that you have
all of this power in your body. Gives you a real feeling of confidence. If more people did it, they
would feel a lot better about themselves." She was philosophical, too! She paused.
"Would you like me to pose for you sometime?", she asked. My heart was racing again.
"W-what do you mean?", I asked, nervously..
"Well," she continued, "it would be sort of like what you had told me you saw on TV. I'll pose
and flex each muscle and tell you what it is. Do you think you would like that?" she asked.
 Would I?! She didn't have to ask twice.
"Sure!" Again, I was stammering. "I-I'd love it!", I confessed. I was like putty in her hands, and
she knew it.
"Great!", she said. "How about tomorrow night?" she asked. I was speechless!
"W-w-well, let me see what I can do to make it." I stuttered. She handed me a business card.
"Call me anytime tomorrow. If I'm not there, leave a message on my answer machine, and I'll
get back to you." she said. I didn't believe what I just did. This might be interesting! She sure
was an awesome lady!
When we got back to the shop, Bob wouldn't take any money for the inspection.
"You did me a big favor.", he said. "We're even. Thanks, Larr!" Little did we both know how
big a favor he did for me. As Donna drove away, she gave me a wave and a wink. I was
positively melting!  As I drove home I calmed myself down. You bet I was going to call Donna
tomorrow!

The next day I called Donna. Her answering machine picked up my call, and I heard her
message.
"Hi! This is Donna. I'm not here to answer your call, but if you'll leave a message and your
phone number, I'll get back to you as soon as I can.
At the beep I said, "Hi, Donna. This is Larry, the guy who helped fix your brakes yesterday. I'm
calling about tonight. Please call me back at 343-1482. Thank you."
Ten minutes later the phone rang. It was Donna.
"Would you still like me to see you tonight?", I asked, in my most polite tone.
"Sure!", she said, emphatically. "What time can you get here?", she asked.
"Almost anytime.", I replied. "Whatever is convenient for you.", I finished.
"You could come for dinner if you'd like.", she responded. I was surprised. She was inviting me
to dinner. We hardly knew each other.
"Okay, but I'm a finnicky eater.", I said. "I'm on a low fat, low cholesterol diet."
"What do you think I'm on, silly!", she answered. "If I ate what I really wanted to you'd never
see any of these muscles! I'm baking some flounder with a plain baked potato. How's that sound
to you?"
"Great!", I answered. "Flounder is one of my favorite dishes, believe it or not."
"I'll make a vegetable, too." , she said. "What would you like?"
"What do you have?", I asked.
"Let me see what's in the freezer. I have cauliflower, broccolli, and brussel sprouts.", she
continued.
"What's your favorite?" I asked.
"Brussel sprouts!" she answered.
"Sounds good to me!" I answered. I couldn't believe this girl actually LIKED brussel sprouts!
"Do you want me to bring anything?", I asked.
"Let me think," she said. "How about some wine?"
"Okay, but I'm not an expert." I said. "If you can tell me what to get I'll pick it up."
"Get a white Zinfandel." she answered. "It goes very well with fish."
"Good enough." I said. "Is 5:30 okay?"
"Fine!" she answered.
"I'll see you then!" I replied.
After I hung up I ran right out to the local liquor store, bought a bottle of wine and put it in the
back of my refrigerator when I came home. Hopefully, nobody would see it back there.
My family came home and announced that they would be going shopping at the mall that
evening. They were leaving at 4:30. It would give me just enough time to get cleaned up for my
"date." Donna had previously given me directions to her place. It wasn't far from Bob's shop. On
the way I spied a flower vendor on a street corner. A bunch of red roses just might make a nice
first impression.
I found the apartment complex and her building, parked my car and walked over to the entrance,
wine and flowers in hand. I found the button marked "D. Roberts" and rang the bell. Almost
instantly the speaker phone beeped and a voice said,"That you, Larr?"
"Yes, ma'am!", I said politely.
"Be right down.", she answered.
I heard her steps on the stairway, and seconds later she opened the door. She was wearing a tee
shirt and jeans. The sleeves of the shirt were rolled up, just covering her massive shoulders, and
just revealing her large biceps. The shirt was tied at the waist, and I could see part of her flat,
well muscled stomach. As she held the door open for me with her right arm, her bicep flexed and
the vein stood out strongly. The sight of her made my manhood stiffen, and a hot flash ran
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"Hi!" she said, sounding excited.
"This is for you." I said, handing her the bottle of wine.
"And these, too." And I handed her the flowers.
"Ahh, that's nice!" she said. She smelled the flowers and gave me a big smile.
"Come on up!" she said. She turned and started up the stairway. As she climbed the stairs her
nicely shaped derriere swayed gently. With each step I could see her large calf muscles straining
against her jeans. I was in total awe of her presence.
As we entered her apartment, she stood with her back to me. I eyed her up and down, noticing
that her waist was not quite as small as it looked. But it looked small because of the width of her
huge shoulders. Her back formed a wide "V" between her shoulders and waist.
I took a quick look around her apartment. It was neat and nicely furnished. The kitchen and
eating area were together, adjacent to the living room. I noticed two bedrooms off to one side. I
also smelled the aroma of the food cooking. It was mouth-watering.
"Mmmm! Something smells good!" I said, licking my lips. She turned and stared at me with
those big, dark eyes. I could see she was just as tall as my 5'5" frame. But I could also see she
was broader than me, especially in the shoulders. I figured she outweighed my 145 lbs. By about
20. And it appeard to be all solid muscle. My heart was pounding!
"Everything's just about done." she announced. She picked up two glasses. "Why don't you
pour us some wine while we're waiting.", she suggested. She handed me a corkscrew, and I
popped open the wine bottle. I filled each glass about half-way up.
"A toast to a delicious dinner!" I proclaimed. We touched glasses and each took a sip.
"Very good!" she said. "You really know how to pick a good wine, Larry.", she joked.
"Uh-I must admit I had a little help.", I confessed. "Just a little!" We both laughed and winked at
each other. I think she knew that I was a bit nervous, although she couldn't have imagined just
how nervous I was.
I helped her set the table and get the food ready to eat. She appeared to be surprised when I was
able to make the table settings properly, placing each utensil where it belonged.
"You're very domesticated!" she proclaimed.
"I've had lots of experience." I said, pointing to my grey hair. "They tell me that someday I'll
make some girl a wonderful wife!" I joked.
"I didn't mean it that way!" she said, embarrassed.
"Oh no. It's okay. It was meant to be a joke!" I said. "Nothing phases me anymore. Well", I
confessed, eyeing her up and down. "Almost nothing."
She smiled, winked at me with those gorgeous eyes, and I winked back.
All the while, as we talked, I would sneak glances at her lovely frame, as it moved from one task
to another. I was in awe of her large biceps as they would flex and contract whenever she picked
up something. When she picked up a heavy object they would flex almost completely, and the
vein on top would grow to the size of a large worm. I could also see her large upper chest
muscles straining against her tee shirt whenever she lifted something, and the muscles that ran
between her neck and massive shoulders would also strain against her shirt. I was completely
fascinated by her. Any simple movement she made was a thrill to me, as I watched her muscles
flex and retract.

After dinner, which I must admit was quite delicious, I helped her clean up, watching her body
move eloquently. She was absolutely charming. We then retired to the sofa to sip a glass of wine.
"Are you ready?", she asked, coyly.
"For what?", I stammered.
"For my posing. Did you forget or something?" she questioned.
"Well, no," I answered, "but you might say I've had a few distractions! Sorry about that. It's
what happens when you get old!" I kidded.
"Oh, come on, Larr," she said. "I know you're only ten years older than Bob. That would make
you 38, right?" she kidded again.
"If you say so!" I exclaimed.
She got up and went into one of the bedrooms. A few minutes later I heard some loud clanging
coming from the room.
"Are you all right in there?" I asked.
"Yes" she answered. "I'm just pumpimg up."
"What's that?" I asked.
"You'll see!" she said, coyly.
The noise continued for another few minutes.
"I'm ready!" she announced. "Are you?"
"Ready as I'll ever be, I hope!" I replied.
She flung open the door and glided over to me. She stood right in front of me in a white robe and
a pair of black high heels. My heart started racing, and I was shaking all over.
"What I'm going to do is this," she started. "When I show you a muscle or a group of muscles,
I'll tell you what they're called and maybe what exercises I do to strengthen them and make them
bigger".
She turned her back to me, and slowly and deliberately lowered the robe to her waist. She was
wearing a white halter top tied behind her neck and in the middle of her back,  which revealed
massive, muscular shoulders.
I gasped. "Oh, my God!", I muttered. Her back was very wide at the top, with muscles bulging
out all over, and it tapered down in a very wide "V" to her waist.
She then let the robe drop to the floor. She had on a pair of cutoffs, slit up both sides. Her
beautifully shaped derriere stuck out from the bottom of her shorts about three inches. From
there, massive thighs flowed down to her knees, her muscles bulging out of the sides of her
thighs. Below her knees her calves stuck out like two large, hard rocks. She stood there with her
calves just touching. They were so huge that there must have been six inches between her knees.
I gasped again. "Oh, my God!" I muttered again.
She put her hands on her hips and flexed her back. Two huge muscles popped out from below
each of her massive shoulders.
"This", she started, "is a lats spread." They each stuck out about three inches. But I wasn't
listening. Her back flexed and rippled with massive, solid muscle from top to bottom, side to
side. She continued to explain about each muscle, but I couldn't listen. I was too entranced by
what I was seeing. She lifted her arms up and flexed her biceps. They stuck out like two huge
canteloupes. Muscles rippled, flexed, and striated all up and down her upper back, shoulders, 
and arms as she  explained what each muscle was. My manhood was totally erect, straining
against my shorts. Awesome! Beautiful! That was the only thing I could think of as she went
through her display of massive female muscularity.
She turned sideways, dropped right arm to her waist, and flexed her bicep and chest.
"Side chest," she continued. My mind was a blur. Her bicep bulged out again, and the muscles at
the very top of her chest bulged out. There were large ripples running across her chest, and a very
deep cavity right down the middle. Her chest muscles dwafed her small but nicely shaped
breasts. She straightened both arms out in front of her.
"These are my triceps," she continued. Large, striated muscles bulged out of the lower part of
her arms. Awesome! Beautiful! They kept running in my mind. She flexed her chest even more. I
didn't think it was possible, but it looked like it was ready to pop right out of her skin!
She turned and faced me directly. She stared in my eyes, and I could tell she knew exactly what
was going through my mind. I'm sure she had seen the same reaction many times.
She raised both arms and flexed her biceps again.
"Oh, my God!" I stammered, my voice cracking.
Her biceps danced about, silently playing the most beautiful melody I'd ever heard. She put her
hands behind her neck, her biceps continuing to flex mightily. She flexed her stomach muscles.
"These are called abdominals," she continued.
"Oh, my God!" I muttered. I didn't realize it, but I must have sounded like a broken record.
Her stomach muscles flexed. They were striated and looked as hard as diamond plate. They
probably were.
Standing in front of me in her high heels, her thighs bulged out like two large tree trunks. When
she stood completely on her toes, they popped out even more. The lower muscle on each thigh
was so huge that it nearly covered her knee.
"Oh, my God!" I said again. "What power!" I thought.
As she stood on her toes, her calves were flexed mightily. She turned around. There was a line
separating each side of her calves. It was very deep, and almost looked like cleavage. They were
hard as rocks.
She turned around and faced me. She clasped her hands in front of her muscular stomach and
clenched them together. Her whole upper body flexed magnificently, revealing the massiveness
of her upper arms, forearms, chest, and especially her shoulders. They appeared almost as large
as her head! Sweat dotted my forehead. I looked at her face, and she was smiling sweetly at me,
and her eyes penetrated mine. It was like a lightening bolt.
She turned sideways and lifted one leg backwards off the floor. She began to flex the back of her
thigh, I vaguely heard her call it a hamstring. It protruded almost three inches everytime she
flexed it.
She turned and faced me again. She grabbed her arms at her elbows, bent over a bit, and again
flexed her entire upper body. It had the same effect as before, muscles flexing all over, except
this time the large mass of muscle between her neck and shoulders stood out wildly.
"Oh, my God!" I continued to mutter. She was a symphony of beautiful powerful muscle. They
were huge, massive, gigantic. No, words couldn't decribe it. I thought for an instant that I had
died and gone to Heaven, and she was the first angel I met. And then it was over.                         
She relaxed. I was sweating and trembling. She picked up her robe, handed it to me, and
motioned for me to put it around her as she turned her back to me. I stood up and
nervously draped it over her huge shoulders. In her heels she as about three inches taller than me,
and I felt completely engulfed in her presence. She was a Goddess to me.
She turned, sat down and motioned for me to do the same.
"Well," she asked, "did you enjoy that?"
Still trying to compose myself, I managed  to answer, "That was fantastic!"
"How many times do you think you said `Oh, my God!'" she asked. I was totally embarrassed,
and blushed furiously.
"Don't worry, Larry. I wasn't counting." she answered her own question. "Now you just relax.
I still have some more things I want to show you."
She got up, went into the kitchen and poured me a small glass of wine.
"Here," she said, handing me the glass, "this should calm you down a bit."
She sat down and crossed her legs. Her thighs were so big that her knees wouldn't touch. And,
still in her heels, her calf muscles jutted out beautifully.
"W-what else are you going to do?" I said. I was still trembling, but the wine was starting to take
effect.
"How would you like to measure me?" she asked, with a haughtiness in her voice.
"Measure you? What do you mean?" I asked.
"You know, measure me." she continued. "Like 36-24-36 measurements. Know what I mean?"
"Oh, those measurements!" I replied. "Donna, I KNOW you're not 36-24-36! Not even close!"
"Well, wouldn't you just like to find out?" she said, almost in a whisper.
"Okay. But how do we do this?" I asked.
"You'll see." she replied. With that she got up and went into the kitchen. I heard a drawer open
and close, and she returned holding a cloth tape measure in her hand. As she approached me she
removed her robe and tossed it aside. She stood in front of me again in all of her muscularity. I
could feel the same sensations running through my body.
"First," she began, "we'll start with the chest. Stand up, Larry!" It was like a command, and I
obeyed immediately.
"You're first!" she said. "Lift up your arms!" she ordered. I lifted up my arms and she wrapped
the tape around my chest.
"I thought we were measuring you." I protested.
"We will" she said, "but let's do a little comparision here. Let's see how we measure up to each
other."
"This is crazy!" I joked. "You know I can't measure up to you, Donna!"
"Thirty nine inches. Not too bad." The back of her hand was touching my chest, and I could feel
a hot flash race through my body. "Now, flex your chest!" she ordered.
"I don't know how.", I answered.
"Just breath in and flex it." she said, "Like this!", and she flexed her chest. It expanded
tremendously,  the striations ran across it and there was a deep line right down the middle.
"Oh, my God!", I said.
"Not that again, Larry! Come on, flex!", she again ordered.
I sucked in and did what I thought would be called flexing.
"Forty one inches. Pretty good, Larr!" she complimented. I felt a little more at ease.
"Now it's Donna's turn.", she said. "We don't need these!" And she kicked off her high heels.
We were standing eye to eye, and I felt a little less intimidated. She raised her big arms above her
head and motioned for me to put the tape around her. I started to tremble slightly. When I pulled
the tape around to the front, she grasped my hands and put them right between her breasts. I
could feel the heat radiating from her body. I nervously tried to read the tape. She steadied my
hands with hers. Her grip was very firm.
"F-forty three inches!", I blurted out. "Wow!"
"Okay, I'm going to flex." she said, and looseened her grip. She flexed mightily, and I watched
as the tape slowly moved past forty eight inches and stop at forty nine.
"Geez!!", I exclaimed. "You're - I mean, that's unbelieveable, Donna!"
She tilted her head and smiled, and she knew exactly how I felt. I started to tremble slightly, and
she steadied my hands again with her firm grip.
"Let's check your waist." she continued. She wrapped the tape around my waist and pulled it
tightly in front of me.
"Thirty seven inches. Gee, you've got a little belly there, Larry!" she said, jokingly as she
tapped the back of her hand on it. "But you're not too bad. I've seen a lot worse, believe me!" I'll
bet she did!
She motioned for me to put the tape around her. Our faces almost touched, and I could smell the
faint odor of her perfume. It was intoxicating! My manhood was still hard, straining against my
shorts. She pulled my hands tight to her waist. Her stomach muscles were hard as rocks! Just as I
had imagined.
"What's it read, Larr?", she asked. I looked down as she steadied my hands.
"Twenty seven inches!" I announced.
"D'you like that?" she whispered right into my face. My manhood went totally erect!
"Beautiful!" I whispered nervously.
"Thought you would." she whispered again.
"Now, how about those hips!" she said. She took the tape, and squatted with one knee down.
She was looking directly at my crotch. She could see the bulge and looked up into my eyes and
smiled. She wrapped it around me and her hands came to the front,  resting directly on my
crotch! I jumped. She looked in my eyes  again, and raised her eyebrows. I knew she could feel
my member.
"Hmm! Thirty nine inches." she said. "Gee. You're 39-37-39. Larry, you're not very shapely!,
she joked. "But at least your middle number is smaller than the other two. Not too bad, Larry.
Not too bad."     
I should have been really embarrassed, but for some reason I wasn't. Even though I was in total 
awe of this lady, she was making me feel very much at ease. But my heart was still pounding!
She stood up. We were again face to face.
"Here. Larry", she said. "Put this around me."
I knelt down, and wrapped the tape around her hips. My hands stopped in front of her, lightly
touching her crotch. I looked up at her and she was smiling coyly at me.
"Well?", she asked.
"Oh! Uh-thirty nine inches." I replied.
"Same as you, Larr!", she said. I stood up.
"Okay, Larry," she began. What are my measurements?" I was at a total loss. I didn't remember
anything.
"Let's see", I began. "I think you were uh-um--help me, Donna!"
"Can't remember, huh?", she asked. " Well, how does 43-27-39 sound to you?"
"43-27-39? Wow!" I exclaimed. "You're certainly not 36-24-36, are you? Oh, my God!"
"Another `Oh my God'. Is that in the script?" she laughed. She took both my hands and held
them tightly. They were nice and warm.

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"Okay.", she said. "Let's continue!" She sounded like a school teacher.
 "Continue?", I asked. "What more do we have to measure?"
"Oh! There's a few more things. That is, if you want to." she said.
"Sure!", I said. "What's next?"
"Thighs.", she answered. " Let's see your thighs."
She knelt down and measured my right thigh.
"Twenty inches. You're a little skinny there.", she said. "Now measure Donna."
I measured her right thigh.
"Twenty eight inches?!" I exclaimed. "My god! Your thighs are bigger than your waist!" I could
just picture my head being squeezed between them. In about five seconds I'd be dead!
"Just beautiful!" I exclaimed again.
She just smiled.
"Calves. Let me measure your calves." she said. Remembering the massive size and beautiful
shape of her calves I said to her, "Donna, you don't really expect me to be able to compete with
your huge calves, do you?"
"Aw, come on, just measure!" she said. And she smiled broadly.
She grabbed the tape, knelt down and measured my right calf.
"Hmm! Fifteen inches! Hey! Pretty good, Larry! Have you been working out?" she asked.
"You're joking, of course." I said.
"No." she said. "They're pretty big!".
"But not as big as yours!", I followed.
"Let's see." she answered.
I wrapped the tape around her right calf. She flexed it, and when I touched it, it felt hard as a
rock!
"Nineteen inches!!" I exclaimed. "Oh, my God, Donna!" I blurted out again.
"I thought we were done with the `Oh my God's', Larry!" she said. She smiled again and patted
me on the head. "You're really cute, you know that?" she said.
"I can't help it, Donna!" I said. "It just comes right out! But try too look at it from my situation.
I think you ARE totally awesome. I've never seen anyone like you! Try to understand what I'm
going through here. Okay? Please?" I sounded like I was almost begging her.   
"Okay! Okay! I understand." she said quietly. "But I've never seen anyone react to me the way
you have, though. It's a nice feeling."
"Just one more measurement, Larr," she continued in a normal voice. "And that's the bicep!"
"Oohh!!" I groaned. "Here we go again!"
She wrapped the tape around my right arm.
"Flex it!" she  ordered. I flexed as hard as I could, knowing all along that those huge arms of
hers dwarfed mine.
"Thirteen inches." she announced, matter of factly.
"Here." she said, handing me the tape." Measure this."
She flexed her arms mightily, and her bicep popped straight up. I wrapped the tape around it. It
was like steel! And it was huge! I gasped when I read the tape.
"Nineteen and a quarter inches!" I was sweating again.
"Feel it!" she said softly. "Touch it!" I put my hand on top of it, and felt its massiveness, and
its roundness. It was hot to the touch! It was a fantastic sensation! A lovely woman with these
hot, huge biceps. I was completely turned on! She flexed the left one.
"This one, too!" she whispered. Now I was touching both of them They were amazing.
"Oh, my God!" I gasped.
She laughed. And I laughed. I had said it again. We look at each other and laughed again.
"It IS funny!" I said to her. "Isn't it!"
"It IS!" she answered. "It REALLY is! And so are you!" 
We sat down on the sofa and looked at each other, just staring.
"Well?" she said, after a while.
"Well, what?" I asked.
"Now that you've seen my muscles, wouldn't you like to know how much I can lift?" she asked.
"You could probably lift anything you want to.", I said. "But, yes, I'd like to know how much
you can lift"
"Follow me!" she said. And she stood up, grabbed my hand, and led me into one of the
bedrooms.
It was a complete workout room. There was a weight bench, a treadmill, and some sort of weight
machine, the kind where you change the weights by moving a pin. She sat down at the weight
bench.
"Basically" she started, "people want to know how much weight you can curl with your bicep, 
how much you can lift with your legs, and how much you can bench press. With your help, I'll
demonstrate each one."
"My help?" I asked. "You don't expect me to lift weights, do you?"
"You'll see." she said. "I think you'll enjoy it."    
"First is the bicep curl." she said. She took a small weight, grasped it in her right hand and began
pumping it up and down.
"Now you try it." she said. I just looked at her. "You can do it. Just try it" I took the weight and
pumped it just like she had demonstrated. I was able to do it, miraculously.
"Ten pounds. Not bad." she said. "Let's add a little more."
"No," I protested. "I don't think I can handle any more than that"
"Sure you can" she said. And she added another ten pounds.
"Pump it." she ordered. I pumped it about four times, but that was it.
"Twenty pounds." she said. "Not bad. Now let's see what Donna can do." She picked up the
weight and easily pumped it ten times. As I watched in awe, she addedd another twenty pounds
to it, and, again, easily pumped it ten times.
Then she picked up a larger weight.
"This is eighty pounds." she said. And she easily pumped it ten times. My God, was she strong!
"Let me try some more," she said. She added another twenty pounds to it.  I was amazed as she
slowly curled it eight times.
"Okay," she said. "Twenty more pounds ought to do it." She added the twenty pounds, and I
watched, open mouthed, as she slowly curled one hundred and twenty pounds five times. Her
bicep was bulging and the vein stuck out at the top.
"Oh, my ----" and I caught myself.
"God?" she finished.
"Thanks!" I said. Again, we both laughed.
She got up and went to the weight machine.
"Now we'll demonstrate the leg lift." she said.
She made me stand up at the bench, moved some pins around, and placed the bar on my
shoulders.
"This should be easy for you." she said. "It's only one hundred pounds."
"I can't lift that!" I said. "You trying to kill me, lady?", I joked.
"Okay! Okay! I'll make it seventy five pounds!" she said as she moved the pins around.
"Now bend at the knees, nice and easy." she said. I bent down slowly and raised the weight. I
did it about three more times, and then I started to shake a little.
"Seventy five." she said, matter of factly. "But you were shaking at the end. Better stop here."
"My turn." she said. She moved the pins around.
"Take a look." she said. "I've just added one hundred pounds. I can't really do this the way I do
it at the gym. There's not enough weight. This one only goes to five hundred. I can do fourteen
hundred at the gym."
"WHAT??!!", I exclaimed. "Fourteen hundred? Donna, that's half a car! You do realize that,
don't you? You mean you can lift half a car?" I was amazed.
"Well, I can't lift the car,", she said, "but I can lift as much as it weighs. Someday, if I figure out
how to rig it up, maybe I'll try it. But let me show you five hundred pounds." She proceeded
to pump up and down ten times without breaking a sweat! I wouldn't have believed it if I hadn't
seen it!
Next she went over to the weight bench.
"Now we'll demonstrate the bench press. This where you lift the weight with your upper body.
Some people think this is the truest test of strength. You always hear about how much football
players can bench press. Let's see just what it is." She certainly sounded knowledgable enough!
She made me lay on the bench, and proceeded to put seventy five pounds on the bar, despite my
protests. I was able to press it five times before I started to wobble. But she made me try one
hundred pounds. I was able to do it, but only once.
"That was really good, Larr!", she said. "Good job!" I got up from the bench, and she took my
place. She then pumped my one hundred pounds ten times, again without even breaking into a
sweat. She added another one hundred pounds, and managed to do that easily ten times. She
added eighty pounds more, did it eight times, and took a short break. She shook her arms
vigorously to loosen up the muscles. Then she added another forty pounds to the bar. She was
going to attempt three hundred and twenty pounds! I couldn't believe it!
She slowly removed the bar from its stand, and began sucking air vigorously in and out of her lungs.
She lowered the bar to her chest, and began pushing it up. Her muscles flexed wildly, growing
beyond proportions I had never even dreamed of. She straightened it up, and again lowered it to
her chest, sucking the air in and out of her lungs. She was going to do it again! She strained and
again lifted the bar over her head! She lowered it again, sucked in some more air, and proceeded
to lift it straight up again! Then she slid it back on the stand. She turned and looked at me. I was
frozen. She had beads of sweat lightly covering her body. She grabbed a towel and flipped it to
me. Sitting up on the bench, she motioned for me to come over.
"Wipe me off a little, will you, Larry?" she cooed. Trembling, I took the towel and gently wiped
her forehead, chest, and arms.  She stood up. Her entire upper body was still flexed, with her
veins sticking out prominently. She looked fantastic!
She took my hand, and we slowly walked into the living room. As we sat on the sofa, I stared at
her in disbelief. I couldn't believe anyone was that strong, let alone a woman. But I had seen her
do it. And it was beautiful! All the while she was smilimg at me, and melting me with her eyes.
"Let's have a little fun." she said. "Let's armwrestle."
"Not on your life!" I exclaimed. "I don't need and broken bones!"
"Come on, Larry. You know I won't hurt you. Besides" she moved closer and whispered, "it
might be a turn-on!"
"Well, if you promise not to hurt me, okay.", I agreed. She smiled, and she led me to the kitchen
table. We sat down, facing each other. She took my right hand in hers, and she showed me how
to hold our left hands together by curling our fingers together.  We put our right hands up on the
table and clasped them together. She tightened her grip on me, and I winced slightly at the pain.
"We'll go on the count of three." she said. "Ready! One, two, THREE!"
I pushed with all my might. She wasn't moving. I knew I was going to lose. It was just a matter
of time. I pushed and pushed and pushed, but I couldn't budge her arm.  This went on for nearly
a whole minute, and I was starting to hurt. I watched her bicep, and it was barely flexed. Then it
flexed mightily to its full extension, and she slowly and gently eased my arm down to the table.
I looked at her and said in a sarcastic tone, "Did you enjoy that?"
"Yes, and so did you!" she answered. "Let's do it again, on the floor."
"On the floor?" I asked. "How do we do that?"
"I'll show you." she said. She led me to the middle of the living room. We laid down, facing
each other. Again, we clasped our hands as before.
"Ready?", she said. "One, two, THREE!" Again, I pushed with everything I had. She started to
bend a little, and I pushed even harder. But several seconds later, I saw her huge bicep begin to
flex, and she straightened up my arm and again eased it down to the floor. She kept her word by
not hurting me. It felt wonderful to watch her bicep grow and feel its power as it gently moved
my arm down in defeat. She was right. It was a turn-on for me.
She got up and walked over to the sofa. I followed and sat down next to her. She yawned and
stretched, her massive body flexing beautifully. She held my hands.
"Larry, I'm pretty tired, and I have to get up early tomorrow.", she said to me. "Would you mind
leaving now?", she asked.
"If you're tired," I said, "I guess I'd better leave."
We stood up and she walked me to the door. All the while I watched her magnificent body move.
We stared into each other's eyes.
"I'd like to see you again.", I said. "Do you think that's possible?", I asked, knowing she knew of
my marital situation.
"I'd like that." she answered. "But you'll really have to be careful. Why don't you call me when
you can." Her eyes were sparkling. I had the feeling that she really wanted to see me again. I was
thrilled!
"I will!" I whispered.
"Good night!", she whispered, and she leaned over and gave me a quick kiss on the lips. My
heart raced!
As she closed the door, she whispered, "Call me!"
"I will!" I answered.
And the beautiful night had come to a lovely end. As I drove home, I thought of all of the
wonderful things we had done that night. I just KNEW I had to see her again!


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