Muscular Girlfriend




My girlfriend and I are both 23 years old and have been going together for a
couple months. I stand 5 feet 9 inches tall and am of slender build weighing
160 pounds. My girlfriend, Debbie, is 5 foot 7 and is big boned weighing about
the same. She has a very shapely athletic body with extremely muscular legs
that are much bigger than mine and is just naturally very strong. I had no
idea how strong she was, however, until the other night when she proved beyond
a doubt that she is the physically dominant sex in our relationship.

It all happened while we were watching TV at her place and when disagreeing on
what to watch next began wrestling for control of the remote. After a brief
struggle, I was shocked and embarrassed when she was sitting on my chest with
my wrists pinned to the floor. I tried rolling her off, but she wouldn't budge
and smiled down at me as she casually picked up the remote and switched
channels to what she wanted to watch. She laughed as she finally got off me
and I slowly got to my feet.

"That was pure luck and you could never do it again," I said as I sat on the
sofa.

"Want to try me again?" she asked.

She smiled confidently when I hesitated and slowly began removing her jeans
and top, stripping down to a skimpy bra and thong panties. Although I had
never seen her body many times before she suddenly looked stronger and even
more athletic and she smiled at the expression on my face as if she were
reading my mind.

"I always knew I was stronger than you, but I didn't want to hurt your
precious male ego."

"You are not stronger than me," I said defiantly.

"Yes, I am, you're just scared to admit it. My arms are bigger and harder than
yours and my thighs are lot bigger and a lot more muscular than yours."

She walked to a counter and returned with a cloth tape.

"Take your clothes off and I'll prove I'm bigger than you."

"Forget it," I said, "This is ridiculous."

"That's because you know I'm right," she said.

I knew there was no getting out of it, so I slowly removed my pants and shirt
and she smiled as she looked at me in my underwear.

"You're so soft."

We measured biceps first and I was embarrassed when hers measured an inch
bigger than mine at 14 inches. Next we measured calves and hers measured 18
inches almost 2 inches bigger than mine. Her huge powerfully muscled thighs
measured 26 inches, dwarfing mine by 4 full inches and I never felt so puny in
my life.

"Wanna wrestle me again or am I too big for you?"

I knew at that instant that she really was stronger than me and that I
couldn't beat her, but I had to defend my male ego, so I reluctantly agreed.
We began wrestling and she grabbed me in a headlock that forced me to the
floor. I couldn't believe how strong she was and even though I was fighting
for my pride she ended it very quickly when she wrapped her muscular legs
around me sandwiching my waist between her huge thighs. I desperately tried
prying them apart, but she just laughed.

"Forget it, you're not getting out of there unless I let you out."

She slowly began squeezing, as she smiled down at me, until I couldn't take it
anymore.

"Please stop Deb, you're hurting me."

She laughed triumphantly as she released me and got to her feet.

"What a wimp, I wasn't even squeezing yet."

I was totally humiliated, but I was also incredibly aroused and she smiled as
she noticed my bulging crotch. She ripped off her bra and pulled me to her
rubbing her bare breasts against my chest.

"You liked being squeezed between my big powerful thighs huh. Well, I'm turned
on too because I feel so powerful and dominant, but I'm not done with you
yet."

We started wrestling again and I knew that I had to avoid her muscular legs,
but it was hopeless as in a matter of seconds she had them wrapped around my
head.

"You're dead meat now wimpy."

My face was inches from her crotch, and I felt the powerful muscles in her
massive thighs bulge, as she effortlessly began squeezing. She laughed and
rolled to her side, nonchalantly resting her head on her hand. I gasped in
pain and desperately tried to escape, but she just stared down at me laughing
at my feeble attempts.

"Just give up wimpy, don't make me hurt you."

She squeezed even harder and I finally begged her to stop. She slowly relaxed
her thighs and rubbed her wet pussy into my face, laughing at the helpless
expression on my face.

"What's the matter wimpy, don't you like it down there?"

She ordered me to eat her and when I refused she squeezed viciously.

"Do what I tell you to do and I won't hurt you," she said.

I knew I had no choice but to obey her and hungrily began eating her until she
climaxed in my face. She them let me go and climbed on top of me smothering my
face with her big tits and ordered me to suck them, while wrapping her legs
around mine in a grapevine. I tried to bring my legs together, but she laughed
mockingly.

"You're puny thighs are no match for my big thighs so forget it. I tried to
beg her to stop, but could only mumble with her tits in my face.

She finally released my legs and straddled my chest placing a huge thigh on
each side of my head, while pinning my wrists to the floor. I looked up at her
helplessly and she smiled triumphantly.

" I am the dominant one in our relationship because I am bigger and stronger
than you and you will do what I tell you to do. Do you understand that?"

"Yes," I answered. "You are dominant."

I could tell her dominance was really turning her on and she suddenly got off
of me and ripped off her panties then reached down and ripped off my
underwear. She then climbed back on top of me and guided me inside her as she
grapevined my legs again. I could hardly move, but it didn't matter as my sexy
muscle woman moved enough for both of us.

Our roles in the relationship have been totally reversed now and although it
has been a terrible blow to my male ego her physical dominance is also a
fantastic sexual turn on for both of us. We wrestle almost nightly and I have
never beaten her, but that's the way we like it.