What She Wants Pt 2

Submission is about helplessness, whether based on strength of personality or strength of body. The man is simply too weak, perhaps too timid or even cowardly to successfully stand up to a strong woman.

Most people aren't just wimps like that... at first. Guys usually have to be convinced, maybe a little more than convinced. Not a problem for the right sort of woman.

Muscle Transfer & Growth 1

When I was a kid, and this fetish was establishing itself, I came up with the science-fiction notion of a woman being able to increase the size and strength of her muscles. That might be by taking them from someone else, or some other way. The idea of burgeoning muscle in a sexy body pushed the button.
So it was pleasant, if no surprise, to find that a part of the whole femuscle complex. It remains a fun fantasy.

Story: Just Too Weak Pt 3: Sweet Sixteen

by plowjack    plowjack@gmail.com

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 March, 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.

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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!

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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.

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 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 him 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 downstairs," 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 funk 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.

After mingling for a while 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.

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 caressing 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. They crossed a dark room and entered an even darker space. Suddenly he was falling backward, as Bonnie dumped him onto what felt like a thick bed. As he got his bearings, Bonnie turned on a couple of small lights. Rich found himself in what seemed to be a rustic bedroom, 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 lying 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, and 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 hard. 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, and 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...

Flirty

Women are getting stronger, you know. We're not in the Land of Amazons yet, but every generation of girls seems to produce more jocks, more strong, confident women. 'Title Nine' has given young women the chance to develop athletic ability and strength. 

In the contest between men and women, it's always down to the individual. Men may be stronger than women, still, on average, but there are so many examples of specific women who are stronger than specific men.

If a man is bookish, nonathletic, and genetically disinclined to muscle, to him there are lots of big, strong women like that. The big fun is finding the ones that know it, and like to play with it. To have a big, pretty woman look a guy over and obviously decide that he's no problem for her is... a special moment. To have her take charge, be the stronger sex - heaven.

If nothing else, it becomes obvious when they're both naked. Her thick muscular body is such a contrast with his soft, skinny arms and legs. Maybe she giggles, as she realizes that she's the big, strong partner, and can do whatever she wants with him.

One hopes for 'playful' rather than 'mean', but there isn't really much to be done about it. When a woman has superior muscle-power, and a take-charge attitude all that a weak little guy can do is whatever he's told.

Control Pt1

For me, loving, affectionate domination is the core of my fantasy, right next to overwhelming strength and total sexual confidence. Put them all together they spell It for me.

There's that moment when a guy discovers that a woman out muscles him. Her foreplay alone can be intimidating and humiliating

 Some women seem to like  resistance... a little fight, a little cockiness. Maybe they just like to feel like he's a 'man', or maybe they like it when they crush that feeling with their strength, and make it all about the woman's body








A little romance, a little sweetness as he discovers his helplessness, and he's hers.















But men need reminding. We slowly grow a little macho, think about being 'manly' with our women. A big strong It girl knows what to do about that.

Taylor Manor, Pt 1

The Taylor family has been unusual since the middle ages. The tale of why Taylor women grow tall, muscular and aggressive is mostly myth, but the reality of each generation of amazon women is undeniable.

Vivianne Taylor, the Matriarch of this generation of Taylors, has opened the family manor in Wales to a certain sort of trade...

It has been so easy", Vivianne explains, "to find weak, helpless men. Most of the women find two or three nice slaves."