The Girl Next Door: Muscular and Dominant By MuscleLover Muscular female dominates male and then her friend steals him Jill was an attractive female who seemed to be single. I was curious and walked across the hallway to invite her to eat a pizza with me. My neighbor smiled at me and warned that I might not be prepared for her physique. Before I could argue, she smirked and pulled me into her bedroom. "I am going to do a striptease for you and if you still like my body, I will come over in my lingerie. Beware, I am a serious bodybuilder and I love to flex my muscles." My secret fantasy of meeting a muscle girl had finally come true. Jill told me to sit on her bed while she faced towards the full-length mirror. Seductively she dropped her coat into a rumpled pile and slowly spun around unbuttoning her blouse. As Jill inched her top off, I could see layer after layer of sleek, hard muscles. Rippling abs flowed up to a large set of breasts pushed outwards by powerful pectorals. Broad shoulders connected to ripped arms and thick back. Jill saw my delight and pressed her firm breasts into my face. "Maybe you won't be so upset to see my shredded body after all. As she continued sexually taunting me her jeans slid off to reveal blasted quads and bulging calves. Jill began flexing and flaunting her beauty. Then she turned around and bent over in front of me. "Squeeze my buttocks as hard as you can. This will help you to understand that I have no soft parts on my tough frame." I gripped her ass and was stunned. Simultaneously I was turned on and worried that a sudden mood swing could easily put me in a compromising position. Jill seemed to read me pretty well and relieved my tensions by asking when the pizza was going to arrive. "Normally I eat pretty healthy; but once a week is O.K. to splurge. Let me get some of my wrestling tapes and bodybuilding magazines for our night's entertainment. True to her word, Jill walked over to my place in her underwear. As we ate dinner, I asked why she was single. "To be honest, I lift nearly two hours a day and am quite aggressive in a relationship. Most men can't handle dating a female more competitive than themselves. I hope you are different. It would be great to be within walking distance of my new playmate." Jill beat me to the last slice and then "accidentally" dripped some sauce onto her chest. Smirking she told me that I had to lick her clean to get dessert...mainly lots of nibbling on her nipples. Jill stood up to her full 5'10'' (1 1/2 inches taller than me) and popped off her straining bra. As I went in to finish off the sauce, she teasingly pulled away and ran to the living room. "Please me of the sofa, as we watch our first movie. The theme is going to be played out many times between us later. Basically, the muscular woman dominates the man and gets whatever she desires." Every time the poor man in the video was subjected to a scissors hold or slammed to the mat, Jill's heart rate would speed up and her breasts would heave with delight. I kept her further excited by constantly sucking on her enlarged tits. Jill especially enjoyed me rubbing the one where my mouth was missing. She actually encouraged me to tug her harder and to treat her like the true amazon she had trained to be come for the last seven years. Soon I moved to her washboard abs and felt my new girlfriend's thighs surround my lower back and tighten with reckless abandon. Jill giggled and expanded her chest to its fullest projection. "You fell into my trap and have only two ways to escape. Unfortunately, one way is beyond your means." My captor focused me on the striations on her pecs and challenged me to break their power. I clenched my fists and started punching her. My only effect was solid thuds and more pressure from Jill's thighs. "You are such a pussy," she jeered, " too bad men aren't made as strong as their buff mates. And speaking of pussy, that is your only ticket for release. Pull off my panties and suck me off. Then I might consider ending your humiliation." Jill's sweet smell wafted to my nostrils. But her tropical jungle scared me a little. I had never eaten out a strong girl. Would she knock me out when (and if) she climaxed? Before I could answer my own questions, my girlfriend grew impatient and forced my face deep into her muff. "Get that tongue moving, or I will crush your puny neck," she commanded. My lips sucked as my tongue probed deeper. Jill was happy and released her massive hold on my sore back. Suddenly I could feel her vice closing with wave after wave of pleasure. Jill purred with delight; however, she craved harder, more forceful sex. With little effort she rolled me on my back and kneeled over my face. "Now you get to feel what it feels like to get face raped by your gal. I am going to flood your face with my delicious girl goo. Get used to this position, you will be in it a lot from now on." Jill began humping my face and increased her thrusts each time. Her tree trunks wrapped menacingly around my head and her piston force nearly knocked me out. Jill finally climaxed and wedged me even tighter against her wet vagina. I nearly gasped trying to drain off all her hot juices. My lover bragged that this was the reason she spent so much time lifting stacks of iron each day. "A girl with muscles can be an unstopable dominatrix. And my little demonstration shows I can make you my love slave. But don't worry, I will return more sexual pleasure than you can handle. We are going to make a great couple. And once you meet my other bodybuilding girlfriends, you will have even more beautiful muscle to deal with." Jill rewarded my good work by rubbing my sore muscles. She told me that I would be between her legs more often, because I was so skilled. "The only downer is your weaker body. But you can train with Molly. She is about your size and strength. Her red hair and numerous freckles should be enough to motivate you to spend lots of time in the gym with her. If you follow her lead, you will be 20-30% stronger by the end of the year. But be warned, all of my female friends are just as aggressive as me and they love to fight. You will be wise to agree with any challenges as long as they don't get too sexual. Fortunately, some are weaker than you and will build your confidence when you conquer them. Never slack off, though. They will catch you, surpass you, and then really knock you around in the ring." Molly invited me to work out the next day and then eat a homemade Irish meal. She was almost a female version of myself. We both weighed 140 and stood 5'8''. Molly had an extremely athletic body and bountiful curves. After taking my coat she embraced me and gripped my butt. "You are a little soft. That will soon change with my workouts. Jill said I cannot have sex with you. But expect me to do everything else in the privacy of my home. Grab my ass to see what your first goal should be." Molly was just as hard as Jill, only smaller. She removed her shirt and told me that her house rule was to work out topless. "Before I take off my bra and let you get familiar with my gorgeous cans, I want to test your arm strength in an arm wrestling match. This will give me a good idea of how to train you and motivate myself to stay one step ahead." We sat at the table and locked hands. Molly popped her bicep up and down to intimidate me. When she said go I strained just to maintain the starting position. My new training partner was every bit as strong as me, maybe even a little stronger. After three grueling minutes I finally had budged Molly's arm close to the table. This was after she had jammed me to the 45-degree angle on my side. Molly finally submitted and reminded me that working out needed to maintain the same fierce competition. "Only hard work leads to great rewards," she explained. We hit the gym and did a max out session. Molly could generally lift the same weight as me with slightly more reps when we were determining sets. I usually had the leg advantage. We agreed to lift at the higher weight with careful spotting for the weaker person. This would make our gains fairly equal until one started taking a clear lead. Every day would start with an hour of lifting, 30 minutes of wrestling, and 20 minutes in the shower together. Running our fingers over each other's wet bodies really drove home the daily and weekly advances we were making. It also allowed Molly to physically hit on me without worrying about catching notice from Jill. There seemed to be a deep jealously for the number of men Jill had dated compared to Molly. I didn't see it at first; but Molly had plans to win me over for herself. A few months passed and each day Molly would be more uninhibited in the shower. She would squeeze me, rub me furiously with soap, and frequently press me against the wall when she "accidentally slipped." Molly was successful at attracting me and even though I wanted to resist to stay with Jill, I had another growing problem - literally. My partner was not only sexually aggressive, she was also physically aggressive. And the three years jump she had on me lifting weights finally began to produce fabulous results. Molly continued to be stronger than me and now was actually growing bigger. On our four-month anniversary of lifting, I was standing behind Molly soaping up her abs and hips. She had really become buff and thicker. Every muscle was solid and pumped. If there was a mirror in front of Molly, I think my body would be completely blocked from view. I fumbled the soap and Molly quickly understood that I was a little nervous. "So your mind finally told you that your previously equal partner became the dominant sex. I bet you are curious if you can prevent me from being a bad girl anymore. Let's see." Molly gripped my wrists and pulled them straight in front of her chest. This pinned my pectorals to her wide back and then I was walked backwards while Molly jutted her butt into my groin to trap me against the wall. She began undulating her hips to send waves of pleasure through my body. Molly masterfully controlled my arms and even caught my erection between her thighs. Her giggling turned to a serious tone as she gave me an ultimatum. "Resist and have your hard rod crushed with my muscular thighs or decide to submit to me and start dating me. I think Jill is about to dump you anyhow. She loves you a lot but needs a man stronger than she is to truly enjoy dating. What do you say, do you want a woman you can have endless pleasure with or one who will toss you to the side due to boredom? You have five seconds to decide." After a second of thinking I blurted, "I choose you." Molly accepted this as my final answer and turned around to face me. Her devious smirk told me that submitting to her meant more than accepting her choice. It meant proving my love for her. Molly held my erection, stroked it, and then rammed it into her vagina. She humped me for nearly 40 minutes and praised me for making the smart move. Her second satisfying orgasm completely finished me off. I knew the next day I was going to be sore and still happy to be waking up next to my newest amazon girlfriend. At list this gal was only modestly tougher than me. Getting on Jill's bad side could mean painful results if I couldn't calm her down. At least I knew many of Molly's weaknesses from all our wrestling. We respected each other more and couldn't spend enough time together. Molly's advances in the weight room accelerated and she often worked me over in the bedroom. About a year after we met, we married and have been happy ever since. We are currently deciding if we want any children. My biggest fear is having girls that become much stronger than their dad. On one hand it would be great to train them for contests. On the other hand, getting trounced by two buff teenagers who want to take the car for the night could be humiliating. How do you tell your daughter no, when she has bigger arms and legs? If you liked this story, see my other stories under the author MuscleLover.