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...

Just Too Weak, Pt 2

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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...

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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."

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..."

next time: a birthday, and third base...

Just Too Weak - Pt 1

by Plowjack

This is the first story in a novel-length sequence that goes somewhere pretty weird by the end. For now, just a nice High School girl looking for a guy.

            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...

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            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 ^Ñmade 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.

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            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.

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            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 ^Ñopen 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...

            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 gotthrough to him, and suddenly he was angry! He 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 andsauntered 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 in school, 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 against 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 skinnybody.

            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!"