Hold Me
By: Brian C
Synopsis: Brian finds Judy is more than he can 'handle'

  Judy challenged me one day, just to show me how strong she was. I 
jumped at the chance. It had always been my dream. I did curl after 
curl thinking of holding her. Watching her struggle against my will. 
Knowing I could control her mighty body. I would often lock my hands 
together and feel my muscles become hard until they gave out. 

Judy had a dainty voice, very mellow. She would tease me about my 
muscles all the time. Giving me a poke here and jab there. Then with a 
cute little wink she would dance off. As we walked into her house I 
started to tense up, clenching and unclenching my fist. Trying to make 
my forearms stand out more. I liked watching the veins fill with 
blood. I loved the way my heart raced. She turned around and looked at 
my arms. 

"Oh my," she said. I knew it, another zinger was coming my way, "you 
should be able to hold me easy."  Why did I feel like I was about to 
get hit by a train.

Judy had set up a small video camera across the room. You don't mind 
if I tape this, do you?  Not as long as I get a copy I said.  How I 
would love to have my very own tape of this. I started to flex my 
pecs, as Judy changed to halter and shorts not exposing much of what 
she was so proud of. She seemed so very happy, almost making me 
nauseated. 

"No one is this happy," I thought,  "is she on some kind of flake pill 
or something." 

Now she started the camera rolling. "Take off your shirt." she said, 
"I want to see all those muscles of yours." It didn't take me long for 
that. She first ran her fingers over my shoulders. Making little 
sounds as she proceeded. "Been taking lots of vitamins I see," she 
cooed.

"Yeah-," and then I almost let it slip how often I lifted. She came in 
front of me and looked into my blue eyes. She  ran a finger along my 
lip and then said I could kiss her if I could hold her for the run of 
the match, say, 5 minutes. 

"Easy enough," I figured. Judy put her hands to her side and snuggled 
tight against my chest. I think she loved the feel of hard pecs on her 
back. I flexed them as hard as I could. 

"Now wrap your arms around me and lock your hands," she said. 
I did and said, "This sounds serious." 

"Oh, I am serious," she stated. "Your hands are locked?" she asked. 
"Yes," I said. 

"Then here goes!" Judy started to breath very hard, long breaths came 
and went. Her arms did not move. I had her securely locked in. She 
struggled and struggled pushing her arms out.

 Her muscularity surprised me. I was not going to let this woman out 
muscle me. I did love the way her arms became hard though. I loved 
feeling her abs flex and unflex as her body moved. Now her chest rose 
high, I could feel her arms expanding a little from her sides. 

"No!" I thought, "Hang in there. Only a few more minutes to go." She 
kept the pressure on, it was so exciting as I squeezed harder. I could 
feel my fingers slipping a bit. My arms felt like lead, I rested my 
head on her shoulders, but that only gave her more incentive to push 
harder. There was also a mirror behind the camera. My biceps were at 
there fullest peak. Judy had her eyes closed as she concentrated on 
her muscles expanding. Her lats had grown some in all the heat and 
passion. I didn't know if I could hang on much longer.

 The last minute seemed to take forever. The more she struggled the 
more exited I got. She smiled softly feeling me giving way. We were 
both sweating hard now. I wish she would have taken off the halter 
top. That would have been grand to see muscle on muscle flexing 
straining to sustain each other. A couple of my fingers came apart 
now. She kept straining.  Just as I felt I could hold no more the 
timer went off. She exploded with  a final burst and broke the grip. 

We argued over the time. I said it had expired, she said no. She was 
so excited she jumped on me and wrapped her legs around me. Kissing me 
like crazy. Oh, she said I never have felt so excited and powerful at 
the same time. I loved every minute of it. She ran up stairs her 
bottom bouncing with joy. "Whew!" I thought. I was really beat. 

She came back a second later and asked if I wanted to feel her 
muscles. "Now?" I asked. "Yes now," Judy said. I felt them and they 
seemed very hard. "I just took a protein shake and feel great," she 
smiled. "Lets arm wrestle!" "No way!" I said, "I need to go home and 
rest."  

"No endurance huh? You won't be able to hold me next time."
 
"Any time," I said, "anywhere." I got the hell out of there. She 
followed me all the way home. Really not saying anything, just smiling 
and telling me there would be no peace on this earth for me. I stopped 
at the door and unlocked it and walked in, hoping Judy would just turn 
around and go home. No, she walked in and kept on smiling. By now I 
was kind of steaming. "Look!" I said "I beat you fair and square. Now 
go home! Oh, and don't forget to send me a copy of the tape." That 
burned her a little, the smile was no more. I flexed my arms at her 
and demanded she leave or face some more punishment. 

"I will not leave!" she said as she stomped around the house. She 
found my weights in my bedroom. I was now getting a shower, and really 
couldn't hear her. Judy was clanging weights left and right to get my 
attention. I was thinking to myself, "how strong is she?"  I got all 
kinds of tingles just thinking of her muscles. I looked up and she was 
watching me. 

"How would you like that bar of soap shoved up your butt?" she asked. 
I almost choked. I might not look to good with a bar of soap half way 
out my ass. She was curling a 35 lb. weight now. I can curl this 40 
times she said.  I watched for a while. Yeah, she could certainly do 
it. She stormed out of the bathroom.
 
  Next thing I knew it, she had turned on all the faucets. I was 
getting cold water and jumped a foot. She came raging back to the 
bathroom, now with a 40 lb. dumbbell. "What the hell are you doing to 
me?" I asked. As she curled the weight she raised her sleeve. "See 
this? it will break your hold." I would have been aroused, but I was 
freezing from the water. I kind of rolled my eyes and that even made 
her madder. She whipped open the shower door. 

Now, this is what I thought. Here I was naked with a raving lunatic 
and a weight in her hand. Was she going to smash me? She had that look 
in her eye. You know the look, the one that appears when someone 
really has the upper hand on you. I turned my back to her and that 
pushed her over the edge. She dropped the weight. 'Bang!!' It had 
busted up some of the tiles on the floor. 

Next thing I knew she had her arms around me and was holding *my* arms 
against *my* side. The soap was flying everywhere. I was wet and 
plenty slippery but I could not get my arms out from under her grip. I 
could not get any traction on the floor with my wet feet either. Judy 
slid me out of the shower. I felt like a little kid helpless for the 
time being.

"Now we will see who is stronger," she said. "You won't brake this 
hold".  Now it was *her* chest flexing hard. Her halter was wet and 
her small breasts squeezed together. I started to press my arms out, 
straining against her. Fortunately, one of the neighbors who had heard 
all the noise was now ringing the doorbell. "Let me answer," I said. 
She just put more pressure on me.

"Do you give," she asked. We both flexed hard but her strength matched 
me flex for flex. At one point I could see her fingers starting to 
come apart. I gave another push. I was really groaning loud. The 
neighbor was banging on the door now. "Anyone home?" I could hear. 
This distracted me and Judy took the opportunity to reinforce her 
fingers. Her arms were so pumped. The cold shower water was now gone 
and I was warming up. I felt her arms bend upward a little at a time. 
I was winning. 

As I turned around there was the neighbor watching us. Jill a woman 
who lived next door was now gazing at us. She watched as are muscles 
burned. Jill was also an avid bodybuilder. "My," she said, "I wish 
knew you were into this kind of thing."

 I was so red, my breath was leaving me. My struggle could not last. 
Judy, now watching the look on Jill's face, just got stronger. Judy 
was really getting turned on and I was thinking that I would now have 
to move out of the neighborhood.

"Need any help Judy?" Jill asked.  "No way" Judy said, my ribs aching 
now. 

"Ok," Jill said, "I'll just watch."  

"Go home Jill!" I tried to yell. I could hardly get it out. Jill just 
rolled up her sleeve and flexed her bicep. "Great!" I thought, "now I 
have two women trying to kill me." 

Judy was insane with the sight of Jill's rather large bicep. "You can 
have him after me," Judy said. 

"No way!" I struggled. I finally gave though and Judy dropped my to my 
knees. The two women high fived each other. They threw me a towel, I 
looked up. "Where's that soap?" Judy asked. 

I wanted to pass out. Jill helped me up. I was hanging on to her 
shoulder. She helped me to my room.