Trading

by plowjack 

He watched as she cracked two more beers, poured the brown, foamy liquid 

into tall glasses, and brought them to the couch. She was about 5'9" tall, a 

big frame that supported big curves. She was  dressed in a black, body-suit 

top, tight enough to highlight her 48-D chest and show off her wide 

shoulders. Her big hips and shapely ass were wrapped in a calf-length suede 

skirt, her calves covered by cowboy boots. Her hips swiveled invitingly as 

she brought the drinks.

He knew that he was invited. They had dated for a couple of months, with 

several sleep-overs. She told him that she loved his athlete's muscles, and 

her bedroom style convinced him that she wasn't lying. She was toned and 

thick, bigger than the women he usually dated. He was excited by her 

aggressive style and attitude, but a little put off as well.

  Now they sat and sipped, and she took up the conversation they had been having.

"So, have you ever been hypnotized?" she asked again, her green eyes watching him over her beer.

"Sure," he answered, "a couple of times in a psychology course for fun. We worked on each other. Then I used it to quit smoking."

"That worked for you?" She asked.

"Yeah, it worked great!" he replied.

"Ever use it for sex?" she asked, just as bold as you please.

"What? Uh... no, what would hypnosis have to do with sex? He couldn't say that he was shocked, but he was surprised. This girl was out there!

"Haven't you heard that the greatest erogenous zone is the brain? If you 

let me hypnotize you I can promise you a night like no other."

"You gonna make me bark like a dog?" he teased.

"Only if you really want to..." she answered. She had wrapped her arms 

around his neck and her full, red lips were an inch from his as she spoke. 

He kissed her and ran his hands up her torso. He cupped her big breasts and 

thumbed her nipples, feeling their weight. He continued up, to grasp her 

shoulders and hold her arms. She was holding him tight, and he noticed that 

she had pretty well-developed muscles. He squeezed them, and felt her flex 

even harder.

He took her arms firmly in his hands and pulled her off of him. She 

struggled, and he actually had some trouble controlling her, but finally he 

held her in front of him, her arms pinned to her sides.

"I win," he said when she stopped struggling, "but you are pretty strong, 

aren't you?" He let her go, and they both stretched. When she stretched, her 

big tits rose and stood in a way that made her cock stir.

"You bet I am!" she said, and flexed her arm. A small, hard biceps was 

visible under her sleeve. She ran her hands over his arms and squeezed his 

big biceps. "It's not fair that you guys get all the muscles. I work out 

hard but I'll never get as thick as this."

He raised his eyebrows and flexed his arms under her hands. "And what would 

a sweet thing like you do with muscles like this?" he teased.

Her face became serious and her eyes locked with his. She plastered her 

body against him and rubbed her breasts on his arm. "Let me hypnotize you 

and we can find out," she said.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean that we can trade strength. I get to be stronger than you. Wouldn't 

that be fun? Wouldn't you like to be held tight in a strong woman's arms?" 

She had climbed on to him, sitting straddling his lap, facing him. "Then I 

could hold you down and make you come over and over, or I could make you beg 

me to fuck you, to let you be in me..."

"The first one sounds better, baby," he said, smiling.

"Does that mean you'll do it?" she said, her eyes bright and lips damp and 

parted.

"Well, I guess it's just a game anyway, but I suppose I'll play along," he 

said, thinking that he would certainly get some excellent sex, and that he 

could take control any time he wanted. "So, do you use a watch?" he joked. 

But she had already gotten up and kicked off her boots.

She pulled off her panty hose provocatively, the told him to take off his 

shoes, socks and belt. As he did she brought a large candle to the coffee 

table and lit it. Then she sat next to him on the couch.

She told him to watch the flame, and instructed him to breathe deeply and 

regularly. With skill and simplicity she led him into a deep trance. He sat 

motionless, his mind filled with firelight and her soft, sultry voice.

She asked him to flex his biceps, to make it as big and hard as he could. 

She ran her hand over it, and over his shoulders and chest. "You are nicely 

built, my sweet, but these muscles are just a bit too little and weak 

compared to me." She stood next to him and flexed her own muscles. She told 

him to feel the hard strength in them, and made him squeeze the huge muscles 

of her thighs and ass, the power in her own biceps. She gave suggestions 

that he would find her very strong. "Feel how hard and big my body is," she 

told him, "Your strength can never equal mine.." Then she told him to stand 

up. As he did, she knelt on the coffee table, so that she was as a full head 

taller then his 5'11" frame. She held his chin in her hand and kissed his 

lips sweetly, while running her other hand into his shirt. She began to 

knead and squeeze his pectoral muscles.

"Now relax, my dear. Feel my strong  hand on you, and let your muscles 

relax." She could feel the flesh of his chest soften, and she ran her nails 

over his nipples. She turned him around and massaged his shoulders, giving 

suggestions to relax. She gripped his biceps and squeezed. "Now relax your 

arms. Let me squeeze them... let me knead them like dough... make your arms 

as soft as butter." She got down from the table and massaged his flat belly, 

softening it, then told him to sit down again and did his legs, relaxing 

them to complete softness.

"This is how it will be for us now, my dear," she said softly, kissing his 

neck and kneading his flaccid biceps. "Your muscles will stay as soft as 

butter, as weak as milk, when you are with me. That's true, isn't it my 

dear?"

"Yes," he said quietly

"What is true?"

"My muscles are as soft as butter when I'm with you."

"Flex your arm," she said, than squeezed his muscle, massaging away the 

thickening biceps, saying "So soft... so soft and sexy... Now feel your own 

arm."

He squeezed his biceps, a faint look of surprise crossing his tranced face 

as he felt its softness. "That's almost as hard as it will get. Flex hard, 

maybe it will get a little harder," she teased. He flexed like a bodybuilder 

but when she gripped his arm it was barely firm. She began pushing down on 

his arms and they gave way easily. She pushed his arms to his sides, wrapped 

her arms around him and squeezed him hard. Then she raised her right arm and 

flexed.

"Feel my arm, baby," she said. He squeezed her thick biceps and caressed 

it. "Isn't it big and hard?"

"Yes,"

"Much harder than your soft little arms..."

"Yes, much harder..."

"So I must be much stronger than you, too?"

"Yes, much stronger..."

She had again wrapped him in her arms, pinned his athletic arms to his 

sides, and was kissing him as she spoke.

"You're much too soft and weak for me. From now on you'll never be able to 

stand up to my strength." She released him and stepped back, holding up her 

hands. "Lock hands with me," she said, reaching up as he locked his fingers 

in hers.

"Let's test our strength, baby doll," she said, "Push me down if you can." 

She felt him beginning to push, but he could get only a fraction of his 

natural strength, and she held him easily. "You can push harder than 

that..." she said, and he increased his force. "Harder..." she felt herself 

beginning to strain. "There, that's the limit of your strength..." She set 

herself and held him motionless. "You're no stronger than that, no matter 

how hard you try. Come on baby, try to move me."

He seemed to strain harder, but she was able to hold him easily. Then she 

began to push back. At first his arms held fast. "Too soft... too weak..." 

she whispered, and felt him begin to give way. "Not too easy now... let's 

make it a struggle," she said, and began using all of her strength. His arms 

buckled. Soon her arms were fully extended and his wrists were bent back 

over his shoulders. He still strained, and his muscles flexed, looking as 

large and strong as ever, but unable to resist her. She bent him back 

further, and said "Say uncle, baby." He was obviously straining, and he 

frowned and said nothing. She pushed him slowly back toward the couch, then 

shoved him down onto it. She climbed into his lap and pinned his hands to 

the couch beside his shoulders. She leaned forward and kissed him, releasing 

his wrists. She ran her hands over his arms and felt them turn to butter, 

his flexed muscles vanishing again. She told him to relax, leading him 

expertly back into a deep motionless trance. As he sat quietly she gave him 

a final round of suggestions, adding a little surprise for later. As she 

spoke, she reached down and unfastened his pants, pulling out his half-erect 

cock. In moments he was fully erect in her hand. His breathing quickened 

only slightly as she spoke.

"You will sleep for a little while now," she said," and when you awaken all 

will be as we've agreed. You will feel well and rested, but you will notice 

that you feel rather weak. Your muscles will remain as soft and unflexed as 

possible in my presence, and you will never have more than half of your 

former strength. You will never be stronger than me. If I push you will give 

way, your strength no match for mine. Your body will never overpower mine in 

any way."

She continued to stroke his dick, saying, "One last thing. Your cock is 

very hard and strong, the only part of you that is. I'm going to make you 

come now, so you know that I mean you only sweet pleasure. When you wake you 

will be soft, but when you get hard again you will stay that way. You will 

not lose your erection, or come again, until I tell you to. Soft, helpless 

muscles and hard cock, that's you."

She grasped his arm, crushing his soft flesh in her hard grip, just as he 

began to come. She slid off his lap and took his cock in her mouth, sucking 

up his come until he was still. Then she sat back and gave him the command 

to lie down and sleep for awhile.

When he awoke he remembered everything about the hypnosis, and he felt 

rather embarrassed. He had played with B&D games before, even letting a girl 

tie him down, but this was weirder than that. He was proud of his strength, 

the kind of guy who flexed a little whenever someone touched his arm, and 

blushed when he thought of how soft he had let a woman feel his arm being. 

He flexed, and was pleased to find it as thick and hard as ever, though he 

did feel a little weak. Then she walked into the room.

She was wearing only her panties, and carrying a pair of 35 pound 

dumbbells, doing biceps curls as she walked. Instantly, he felt his hard arm 

shrink and collapse. He flexed and squeezed, but his arm felt like mush 

under his own hand, and even his grip on it was feeble.

Her muscles flexed and rippled, her tits swaying as she pumped. Her long 

legs were thick and muscular, her belly flat, her hips wide and solid. He 

watched her panther-like movements with awe and lust. His cock lay inert, 

and he blushed again as he remembered why. He remembered her strong hand 

crushing his soft arm as she made him come. He again rubbed his arm, and 

felt small bruises where her thumb and fingers had gripped.

She came and stood in front of him. He sat on the couch and her round 

breasts were in his face. She raised the weights again, making her biceps 

swell.

"Arms feeling a little mushy, baby?" she asked, smiling. She set the 

weights down on a corner of the couch and flexed her own arms. "Here, feel 

these!" she said, and he ran his hands up her body. He squeezed her 

rock-hard shoulders and then her pumped biceps. "Hard as stone, aren't they? 

Do you remember how strong I am, baby? How soft you were to me?" She reached 

out and stroked his arms, pushing her thumbs into his soft flesh. "That's 

because we traded strengths, remember?" She took his arms in her hands and 

pushed him back onto the couch again. "You've probably taken a woman in your 

arms and ravished her with your strength. I don't mean rape, just the 

natural softness of a woman in your big arms. Well, baby, now you're the 

soft one, and I'm going to use you, ravish you, and pleasure you at will."

He was amazed at her strength. He felt as weak as a boy as she pinned his 

arms to the couch and climbed into his lap. He flexed his muscles and tried 

seriously to push her away. He got his shoulders off the couch, but his arms 

felt like water after just a minute of effort, and he was slammed back 

against the cushions.

"I win," she said, and let him go. She sat up on her knees, straddling his 

legs, and stretched her pumped arms. He was fascinated, and leaned forward 

to kiss her biceps and shoulders. He wrapped her in his arms, and she felt 

his soft squeeze.

She took a handful of his hair in her left hand, and pulled him away from 

her. She lifted his chin with the other hand and kissed him hard, crushing 

his mouth with hers. Then she turned his head and bit down on his earlobe. 

She bit hard, and gasped and twisted under her. She bit harder and he began 

to struggle. He grabbed her wrists and tried to pull, but his muscles seemed 

underpowered, and he couldn't budge her. She bit his neck hard and he gasped 

and tried harder, feeling a little stronger, and managed to pull her hand 

away from his chin.

"Oooo... you're such a big, strong boy..." she cooed, and sat up on his 

lap, keeping one hand in his hair. She pressed her right arm forward and he 

felt his own arm move. He was using almost all his strength now, and was 

amazed as this woman overpowered him. Her hand returned to his face and 

gripped his jaw hard. "No, baby, you're not big and strong at all, are you?" 

she growled, and shook his head back and forth. "You're big and you're 

handsome, but you're not really very strong, are you?"

He grabbed her shoulders and held on, but she pushed him back. She was 

excited to find that her experiment was working well. His lovely, athletic 

body seemed unable to resist her, but she had to test the power of her 

suggestions.

He was pressed back against the couch, her heavy body flattening his arms. 

"You look so helpless, baby," she said, and buried her teeth in his throat. 

She bit him hard again, and said, "I'm gonna mark you up a little, sweetie, 

so everyone will know that I've had you." She nipped a third place hard, and 

kept her lips and teeth on his throat as he began to fight her. He grabbed 

her upper arms and tried to throw her off. He gripped her hard, but he felt 

her slim muscles grow hard under his hand. She felt his biceps thicken, but 

she squeezed hard, and they melted under her hands. His resistance seemed 

sincere, his hands squeezing her hard arms, but his efforts were feeble. She 

released him and looked with satisfaction at the reddening marks on his 

neck.

"Pretty boy," she said, "This is fun..." she kissed him gently on the lips, 

still holding him pinned to the couch. "You're so sweet and soft. I think 

I'll fuck you silly tonight," she purred, and wrapped her arms around his 

head bruising his soft lips with her mouth.

He was now confused and amazed. The little game had already gone further 

than he ever expected. While he still found her sexy and exciting, He was 

also now a little frightened. For the last few minutes he had been fighting 

hard, with no results. He had been trying - really trying - to get her off 

of him. His impulse was to grab her and turn the tables, pinning her under 

him until she gave in. But his muscles just didn't have the power to do the 

job. He had decided, when she was biting him, to stop the game. He meant to 

use his greater strength to control her, as he had done just an hour before. 

But it was useless. She was just so much stronger than him! He looked up at 

her, taking in her lovely face, her thick shoulders, her firm high breasts, 

and he felt himself surrender. Now he wished only to have his mouth on those 

nipples, have his cock in her pussy.

She felt the change, suddenly he wasn't struggling. His eyes were all over 

her, and she felt his soft body relax under her. His arms again went around 

hers, but he was caressing her, running his hands over her flexed biceps and 

shoulders. His hands were gentle and erotic, trailing over her shoulder to 

gently lift and squeeze her tits. She arched her back and offered her 

nipples to his mouth, and he began to suck and lick. She wrapped her arms 

around his shoulders and squeezed him hard, and felt his body be crushed in 

her grip. "So soft and sweet..." she murmured, and thrust her breasts into 

his face. She felt his cock stir beneath her, and she reached a hand down 

between them to grasp and stroke it. "Mmmm... there's the hard part", she 

said, as she brought him fully erect in her hand. He stood full and rock 

hard for her, showing no signs of fatigue.

"Come on, pretty boy, let's go to the bedroom," she purred, getting up from 

him. She took him by the wrist, clamping down hard, and pulled him toward 

his room. In the room, she helped him out of his pants and pulled off her 

panties, leaving them both naked. Holding his wrists in her two hands, she 

knelt before him and took his cock in her mouth. She applied her hot, deep 

mouth energetically. She could usually make a man come in her mouth in about 

three minutes, but her toy just moaned and quivered. "You're too weak to 

come unless I let you, boy," she crowed, as she got up and sat down on the 

bed with her legs spread, her pussy wet and wide. "Come and get it, 

sweetie..." she said.

His cock was hard and springy, and he came swiftly toward her, with it 

aiming straight for her. But she caught him by the shoulders. Her thumbs dug 

into him hard as she forced him back, then caught his hair and forced him 

quickly to his knees before her. "No, no, silly boy, I meant come and get 

it!" she pulled his face into her muff. "Start licking, sissy boy. If I come 

a few times, maybe I'll let you put your hard little cock in my big, strong 

pussy."

She did. He was skilled and sweet, his hot tongue bringing her off several 

times. When she was panting and trembling, he suddenly hauled himself out of 

her grip and tried to climb on top of her. She put an arm around his neck 

and with an effort flipped him over onto the bed. "You should know better, 

my soft little sweetheart. You're the weak sister here, and I'm going to 

take you now."

She wrapped her arms around him and pulled his lips to hers. He felt 

completely helpless in her thick arms, felt them like steel bands 

imprisoning him, felt her big breasts pressed against him, and he 

surrendered to her again. She climbed onto him and pressed herself down onto 

his throbbing cock, riding him for another hour, and another orgasm, before 

she whispered in his ear, "Now you can come for me, boy. Let go and shoot 

your hot stuff into me!" He did.

In the moments following his orgasm, she returned him to trance through the 

suggestions she had placed. She told him that when they were finished for 

the evening he would sleep, and in the morning his strength would return, 

though again she left behind a surprise.

The tale of how she used her surprise, her power over him, is for another 

time.

Morphs - What She Wants 1

One of the best things in life is when a woman knows what she wants, and has the muscle to take it.
A cute chick gets naked with you and checks you out, and her evaluation is obvious - you're a wimp that she can use as she pleases.

Your girlfriend has started a little role-play fun... you both know who's the Top, and she wants you as a toy for the weekend. Hell yes, ma'am...

 "OOooo, not so rough" did I hurt 'ems?" she laughs. "Poor little thing..."

You just had to go to the Amazon bar. I mean, how could you resist. After an hour the women laughed at you and called you a hamster, but Sally gave you that little smile.




(glad to be back, no new adult restriction...)

Just Too Weak, Pt 2

plowjack@yahoo.com

Richie moved fast, trying to get across the lunchroom. He was paranoid, 

half-certain that everyone was watching him, snickering, even though he was 

probably no more an object of ridicule than usual. He hustled his lanky 6'1" 

frame between the tables, heading for the door, hoping to avoid...

"Hi Rich" he heard, as a big, stocky blonde stepped around a pillar and met 

him almost nose to nose. He checked his walk, and stumbled a little, and the 

girl grabbed his arms to steady him, keeping him from plowing into her. He 

stared down into the face of Bonnie, the cute girl who had made him come in 

his pants just the day before. She held him tight by the shoulders, several 

inches shorter than him, but her hands hard on his slender body. With a 

quick movement she had him up against the big, square pillar pressing her 

big chest against his, her lips turned up to him.

"C'mon, Kiss me" she whispered, and he put his arms around her and pressed 

her to him, kissing her gently. His heart was pounding, and his mind 

whirled...

********

Just the afternoon before, this tall, busty girl had forced him onto his 

back and made him come in his pants. She seemed to like him, in fact, she 

seemed to like him a lot, but he was totally humiliated by the possibility 

that a girl was so much stronger than him. Being a 16-year-old sophomore to 

her 15-year-old freshman, if word got out his shot at joining the cool 

people would be out the window, as would any future chances of dates. His 

tall skinny frame, slight and unathletic, was enough of a handicap, he felt.

All this spun through his brain for a minute, until he realized he was 

blushing, his mouth open, staring stupidly at a pretty girl who obviously 

wanted to cuddle him! She was grinning up at him, and she whispered, "Smile 

and kiss me stupid, and try not to look so scared."

He did as he was told. Her lips were soft and sweet, and he wrapped his arms 

around her. He hoped it looked like he was holding her, because her arms 

were tightening around his chest, and he doubted he could get away without a 

real effort. As her big bosom squished against his chest, he felt his dick 

swell in his pants. She leaned her hips against him, and squeezed him tight.

"So, I'll see you at Mrs Connor's tonight?" she said, her face turned up to 

his. Yesterday she had ordered him to join her at her babysitting job. He 

was scared and lustful, torn about whether he wanted to be anywhere near 

this girl. He managed to answer, "uh..." Bonnie pressed her hips against his 

hard on, and and compressed his narrow chest with her bosom and arms.

"So," she said, smiling as though they were having a nice chat, "I could 

just get you down on the floor and make you say yes out loud, or you can 

smile and say yes, and mean it..."

"Aw c'mon, Bonnie," Richie hissed, and grabbed her arms casually, trying to 

pull her off him. Her arms were solid under his hands, and he realized that 

there would be a real tussle if he tried to make her stop. She just squeezed 

him harder, and he reddened as she kissed his neck. "We can stay here as 

long as you want, honey," she said quietly. She looked down at his chest, 

covered only in a thing t-shirt. "Maybe I should bite your little 

titties..."

The combination of the feel of her chest, the hardness of her arms and the 

idea of her lips on his chest nearly made his cock let go again. He closed 

his eyes and held still, and said, "OK, Bonnie... OK..."

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

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

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

"And what?"

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

Some control regained, he pressed his somewhat quieter dick against her, and 

said "We'll see about the softy part!"

"OK, Richie," she said, stepping away a little, "we'll see about that. See 

you at 8:30 - don't be late." She sauntered away, her big butt swaying on 

her long thick denim-covered legs.

He heard a small round of applause, and turned to see Karen and a couple of 

his buds smiling and clapping. He turned purple, and walked away as fast as 

he could.

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

Bonnie smirked to herself, and heard Karen's voice behind her, as she gave 

Richie a nice view of her tight jeans. The ideas she got from Mrs Connor 

seemed to be working great!

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

In the clear, late spring weather sunset found Richie walking the streets. 

He couldn't ask for the car, because he didn't wasn't to discuss his plans, 

because he didn't know what he was going to do. So he was walking the 

streets, and finding himself circle in toward Mrs Connor's house. The Phys 

Ed teacher was well-liked by students, and her house was a landmark - a big 

old victorian manse. After a little while, Rich found himself approaching 

the house. The lights were on in the window, and he found his mind filled 

with the feel of Bonnie's breasts and lips...

He smiled as he lept up the stairs and rung the bell. His hornier nature had 

prevailed over his fear, since this was the best offer he'd ever actually 

had from a girl. She had said they were going to have a 'make'out session', 

and he just couldn't, at 16 years old, pass that up! Yet he found his 

imagination turning to the thickness of Bonnie's round arms, and the feel of 

her on top of him the day before.

The door swung open, and Bonnie stood there. She wore a little t-shirt, 

stretched tight across her big chest, and some sweat-pants. Her long blonde 

hair hung in curls around her shoulders, and her blue eyes, snub nose and 

wide mouth crinkled in a big, charming smile.

"Richie, you came!" she said sweetly, seeming genuinely pleased to see him. 

He opened the screen door, and stepped in, and Bonnie slammed the door shut 

hard, and turned the lock. She stepped toward him, then hesitated - he was 

surprised to see her blush... "OOOHHH" she sighed, and stood on her tip-toes 

to kiss him quickly. "I really like your lips, Richie," she said quietly, 

blushing again...

Richie was heartened by this show of shyness... Bonnie looked just like a 

shy, pretty 15-year-old, and he put his arms around her and pressed her to 

his chest, kissing her upturned lips - their longest, sweetest kiss yet. The 

best kiss he'd ever had, in fact. Her hands ran up his back to tangle in his 

long hair, as they stayed standing, exploring each other's lips, for more 

than a minute. His hands ran over her back, under her arms. The muscles of 

her back were spread thick and hard as she stood on tip-toe for his kiss. 

Then he had her breasts in his hands, lifting the firm globes of her round 

bosom, encased in a surprisingly heavy bra. With a sigh, she broke off and 

took his wrists in her hands, pulling his hands away. She held him in front 

of her, smiling.

"How about some Pizza?" she asked, smiling. Richie's brain shifted gears, 

and he smiled, putting an a normal, friendly face. "Pizza sounds great," he 

said. She let his wrists go, took his hands, and pulled him into the big 

living-room. On the coffee table was a big pizza, with one piece missing, 

and a six-pack of sodas. Bonnie got him a plate, and he took a piece and a 

can of soda, and they ate for a minute. The pizza was good, and he made 

appreciative sounds, and said thank-you as he ate.

"So where are the kids," he asked, remembering Mrs Connor's 9-year-old 

daughter and 6-year-old son. She said they were already in bed, and 

commented on what good kids they were. 'Mrs Connor's a great mom," she said 

in admiration. "You know, that little girl can lift 50 pounds already!"

Richie blushed. he wasn't sure why, but he thought about how recently he had 

started with 50 pound weights himself. He looked away, and saw over Bonnie's 

shoulder a wall of photos of Mrs Connor - tall, 20-something and sexy in 

vollyball togs, her college trophies on a shelf, and one with her arm flexed 

to show a very respectable bicep and tricep thickness.

"Wow," Richies said, as he got up to look more closely at the photos, "Mrs 

Connor was a real babe!" He took a close look at the photos, and then he 

felt Bonnie's hands on his shoulders as she joined him. She massaged his 

shoulders and neck, and said "So you think the looks good, eh?"

She sure does," he replied, and then said 'whoa' as she spun him hard 

around, and caught him in her hands facing her. Then she raised her arms and 

flexed. The tight sleeves of her little top pulled back, and her arms 

swelled dramatically. "So, you like muscles on a woman, eh?," she said, 

smiling wide, and pumping her right arm to make the muscle there swell 

larger.

"Aw, I dunno," he said, blushing again, but his tongue touched his lips as 

he watched her upper body flex and harden before his eyes. "I have bigger 

tits than she ever had, you know," she said, sticking out her chest toward 

him, "Don't you think I'm as sexy as she is?"

Richie's mouth as dry, and he could only make an inarticulate sound of 

appreciation as she pumped again, her shoulders and pectorals swelling and 

hardening. He reached out a hand to feel her shoulder, round and hard, and 

ran it over her flexed biceps. He felt his cock raising in his pants, and 

didn't know whether to keep squeezing Bonnie's hard arm, or go for her 

chest. He finally got out, "You're so strong, Bonnie," before his throat 

dried out.

Her face lit up, and she threw herself around his neck, pulling his lips 

down to hers. She pulled herself up around his neck, and wrapped one leg 

around his thigh. he held her as tight as he could, and she lifted the other 

leg and wrapped it around his other thigh. Her tongue pushed into his mouth, 

and she crushed his lips under hers, and she clung to his slender body.

Richie held Bonnie tight, and stiffened his back as she climbed him like a 

beanpole. He strained for a deep breath through his nose, and he felt 

Bonnie's legs tightening around his waist. She moaned and kissed him deep, 

holding his head hard in one hand, and he felt his legs begin to flutter. 

The girl was heavy! she pulled her lips back and smiled at him, and said 

"Gee you're still standing - maybe you're not totally weak".

Richie's legs gave way. he staggered, and went down on one knee, trying to 

keep his balance. Bonnie squeezed him and shook him, and he toppled over 

sideways. She held on tight, and smoothly roled him only his back. Her legs 

were still wrapped behind him, and he lay bent over them, as she again 

crushed his mouth with hers. He was gasping for air, and he heard himself 

pleading, "gee Bonnie, c'mon... stop it, please..."

She pulled her legs from under him, letting him flop to the thick carpet of 

the floor. She sat on him, legs spread beside his ribs, then laughed, and 

fell off him to the rug. She rolled over and threw an arm over him. "See how 

easy it is to get you on your back, Richie? You want to be my little softy, 

don"t you?" She curled her arm around his shoulder, and took his biceps in 

her grip. She squeezed hard, and he felt his arm squished in her hard hand. 

He flexed his biceps, and she petted it for a moment. She pressed a thumb 

into his muscle, and it gave way, painfully, forcing him to relax his arm. 

"See, you're just a softy for me, Richie..." She slid her hand down his body 

to find his crotch. He was soft there, too, after being driven down by his 

pretty girl.

"Hmmm," Bonnie pondered, "Mrs Connor said guys might not be strong enough to 

stay hard for me," she started to squeze his crotch gently with her other 

hand, as she held his arm helpless. "She said I might have to take you in 

hand, and show you how I want you." He got hard again in seconds, under her 

hand, and she swung a leg over him, and planted her crotch on his dick. She 

giggled like the girl she was, and stuck out her chest. "Do you like my 

chest, Richie?" she asked, rocking on his swollen cock, "40 inches - 

sometimes these are a problem," she lifted her tits in her hands, "but I do 

like how the boys look at them."

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...