Diana Discovers Herself By Plowjack I've always been one of the strongest women I know. My name is Diana and as I write this I am 22 years old, 5'10'' tall. I have chestnut hair and green eyes, and when I'm in good shape I weigh around 175 pounds. Most of that is solid muscle, though my 44/37/42 figure certainly has some soft parts. I was raised in the country, just past the suburbs with two older brothers. My whole family is big, and I grew up wrestling and playing football with lots of good sized guys, and several other big girls. By the time I was in high school I was basically a jock, and I had a reputation as a fighter. The girls on the soccer team never hesitated to mix it up, but I never lost a fight. I must admit I didn't get many dates even though I was in a D-cup by my sophomore year. I suppose word got around that I could lift more weight than lots of the guys. In my senior year of high school we moved into the city, to a suburb with lots of hip kids. The scene centered around music, and I started hitting the club scene. It wasn't long before I was a dedicated rocker. Once I learned to dress up a little and dance a lot I found that some guys wanted a woman built like me! I guess I went a little crazy making up for lost time. I seduced every acceptable guy I could, and I've gotten pretty good at it. It was around this time, a couple of years ago, that I discovered my streak of dominance. I had gone out with friends to see a local band and I was certainly in the mood. I dressed in a skintight leotard that really displayed my chest, especially since I've never needed a bra for casual dress. With tight jeans and calf-high boots with two-inch heels I was sending just the signal I wanted to. My girlfriends and I were drinking and dancing and having a good time when one of Cindy's friends showed up with several guys. Cindy is kind of a groupie, and the guys were all from various bar bands. We danced for awhile then sat down and ordered pitchers of beer. One of the men started to give me special attention. Don was a couple of years older then me, and he was really cute. He had long blond hair, blue eyes and pale skin. His lips were full and sensual, and he was outgoing and funny. After another dance he sat next to me and we talked about college, and music. Don was maybe 6'2", with a slender frame that moved very nicely when he danced. I could tell he was no jock, and when he stretched and flexed his arms I had to giggle, because his muscles were so little. Don blushed but then he smiled sheepishly, flexed his skinny arm again and asked if I was impressed. I told him he was making an impression all right, and I stared at the ample bulge in his pants. He stared right back at my chest and I felt my nipples stiffen. In moments my mind was made up and I asked Don if he was ready to take a walk. We walked along the river bank and Don began telling me how attractive and sexy I am. Finally we stopped and I stood on my toes to kiss him. I found I could wrap my arms all the way around his body, and I held him tight and kissed him deeply. After a minute I could tell he wanted to stop, but I held him tight, rubbing his skinny chest against my tits. He looked at me hotly, then grabbed my arms and tried to push away. We were smiling as we tussled for a moment, and I realized that there was no way Don was getting away if I didn't let him. I started to really squeeze him, flexing my arms and chest. I was a little softer than I had been, but Don's eyes widened as he squeezed my thick biceps. Then he was giving in, letting me pull him close and holding on to my shoulders. I kissed him again and let him go, holding on to his arm as he staggered a little. I grinned at him and took his hand, saying that it was time to go. As we walked, Don asked me how I got so strong. I pulled him close to me and told him I got lots of exercise beating up my boyfriends. He laughed. Now up to that time I had never thought much about whether I was stronger than a guy I was with. I just always assumed I could handle what came along, and I guess guys had treated me pretty well. But now I found I was excited about how weak Don seemed. When I had him in my arms I had been really turned on, and I was ready for more. So when Don laughed I decided to have a little fun. I stopped cold and asked him if he thought I was kidding. I held his hand tight, and he was forced to stop and face me. He blushed again, very red, and said that I had impressed him this time, that I was a very sexy woman. His slender hand was moving over my arm, gripping my big forearm. He squeezed it, and I flexed hard. Then he quietly asked me if I wanted to go to his place. I could see the bulge in his jeans, and of course I said yes. We walked slowly through the dark park near the bar, kissing occasionally in the warm night. Don was gentle and sweet. Once he gently cupped my breast and thumbed my hard nipple. That sent shivers through me, and I crushed him against me and groped his chest in turn, finding his nipple through his thin shirt. He was a few inches taller than me, and I had easy access to his soft chest. I squeezed and kneaded, then pinched his nipple hard. He pressed his hips against me and moaned, then struggled and actually tried to pull my hand away. I was giggling as he wiggled, and so was he, but then he started to really say ouch, and really try to move my hand. He got both hands involved, and managed to make me let go. Don's face was red and I smirked at him, as he used both hands to hold off one of mine. I let go of his back and grabbed his right wrist in my left hand and pulled it away, holding it tight. Then I just ignored his left hand on my right and grabbed his tit again. I could tell I was hurting his wrist, but he pressed himself against me and looked confused and embarrassed. I told him to hold still and I'd let him go, but held his nipple hard. His head bowed and he stood still, trying to push his chest into my hand. I let him go and pulled him close into a kiss, my hand thumbed his nipple over and over my hand reaching lots of the way around his skinny ribs, as he ran his hands over my body. Stepping back, I saw a very impressive erection in his pants. It was all I could do to keep from throwing him down and having him on the sidewalk, but I made sure we got to his little apartment as fast as we could. When we got in the door of his place we grabbed each other immediately. Don wrapped his long, thin arms around me and kissed me hard, standing over me. I enjoyed it, but was ready to show my object of lust how it was going to be. I grabbed his arms and pulled him away. I could get my hands most of the way around his biceps, and I gripped them hard, flexing my fingers in his flesh. I looked around the room, then simply walked him to the couch and pushed him hard onto it, nearly throwing him. He fell onto the couch hard and lay there breathing, rubbing his bruised arms. In a flash I jumped on the couch and planted my thighs on either side of him. Putting my hands on his shoulders I pinned him sitting up against the couch. I was completely turned on. I was holding a man helpless under my body, and I just had to kiss him. He moaned and struggled a little, but he rubbed his chest against my breasts, an seemed to be enjoying himself. I sat up, caught his tiny waist between my thighs and sat back on his legs, and started to strip him. I pulled his tee-shirt over his head revealing his slender white chest. I reached between my legs and undid his belt and fly, then pulled his pants down toward his knees, leaning backward. Don lay still, his arms clasped over his chest, massaging his biceps and shoulders. As fast as I had pinned him, I got up off of him and stood in front of him. I told him to stand up. He hesitated a moment and I grabbed him by the biceps and dragged him to his feet pulling his lips to mine for a kiss. I braced him and had him stand up straight. I ran my hands over him, telling him sweetly how much his body turned me on. I rubbed the soft fabric over my breasts against him. He tried to hold me, but I slapped his hands away and told him to hold still, as I toyed with his skinny body. I told him to flex his muscles for me, and he actually had a pretty nice body, well cut and defined, if soft and underdeveloped. I wrapped my hands around his tiny biceps and crushed them in my grip, bringing on another round of actual struggling from Don. With a little walk and a throw, he was back on the couch. Towering over him now, as he recovered from my rough play, I stripped. As I undressed, I explained to Don that I found his body very arousing, because even though he was cute he was so plainly a lot weaker than me. I took my shirt and jeans off, and stood in my panties. I felt pumped, and I flexed my upper body hard in a double-biceps pose. At that point I didn't have cut biceps or anything, but my arms swelled really big. My chest is one of my strongest points, and my big round breasts really come to attention when I flex the slabs of my pectorals. I leapt onto the couch again, pinning Don effortlessly and filling his open mouth with my tongue as I smashed my tits against him. I sat back on him and he plastered himself against me, holding on tight to my wide back and kissing and licking my neck. Pulling him off me again, I made him show me his little muscle, and then showed him how big and hard my own arm was, flexing it for him to squeeze. He couldn't make a dent in my real muscle, though I have a little soft flesh over them these days. He pressed his face against my biceps, and kissed and petted my arm. His lips ran from my arms along my shoulder to the curve of my pecs, which I flared for him. I was dripping wet over the idea that this man was hot for my muscles! Before he got his lips to my breasts I grabbed a handful of his hair and pulled his head away. Don's greater height meant that I was now holding his lips just inches from mine. I was holding him tightly by the hair, hardly thinking about how easy it was to make him do what I wanted, until he grabbed my wrist to try to get away. 'That's it' I said, 'we're going to bed'. I stood and pulled him to his feet by his hair. Now he was really griping, begging me please to let him stand up. Instead I pulled his head to my tits, and told him to start sucking. He obliged hungrily. I was holding him bent over, and his knees soon began to give out. I told him to hold on to me and let go. He wrapped his arms around me and let his knees go, draping himself across me, his hot mouth fastened to my nipple. I held him in place by the hair as he supported his whole weight on my frame. He couldn't have weighed more than 170 or so, and I can bench-press most of that, so it wasn't a problem. Here was this guy, his legs wrapped around my own, clinging to me like a dish rag and sending hot shivers up me with his mouth. Gently I decided to let him stop (actually I had to peel him off me again). I helped him to his feet, and sweetly stroked the long erection that greeted me. I put my arms around his little bottom and lifted him off the ground, carrying him into the bedroom. I carried Don to his bed. I could feel him trying to catch his breath as I dumped him onto the thick mattress. He lay on his back with his cock still pretty stiff. Then I jumped on him. I let pretty much my full weight slam onto his body, and pressed his narrow frame with my thick chest. He could barely struggle, pushing feebly on my shoulders. I took both his wrists and pinned them over his head on the bed, then held them both helpless in one hand. I took his chin in my hand and kissed him hotly, covering his face with kisses, and biting his neck hard to leave a mark. Rolling off of Don, I told him to get busy licking. Panting and quivering, he hurried to obey. He crawled into my lap as I sat up, and began to apply what was a very good technique. I held his arms helpless as he brought me to the climax I'd been wanting for hours. Swiftly I threw him onto his back and climbed onto him. Squeezing his cock rock hard I put it in, sighing as I felt it fill me. I sat up, releasing Don and squeezing his cock in my strong pussy. He sat up too, and draped himself over me again, gripping my biceps and running his hands over my body, kissing my chest. He whispered softly, begging me not to hurt him, promising me everything in tones of lustful submission. He lifted my breasts and squeezed my arms. I was amazed at myself, how naturally I took his submission, how much his weakness and softness made me want to give him pleasure. So I pinned his little wrists under my powerful chest, holding him with my weight and my breasts alone, and rode him wildly until I came again hard, and then until he came. As we lay together, I quietly apologized to my sweet older man. Telling him that I'd never done such a thing before. Don blushed his pretty blush, and told me that he had never had sex as good as mine, that he wanted to feel my muscles in his hands and be overwhelmed again under my strength. He cuddled close against me and I locked him in the circle of my arms and legs, holding his face against my breasts as we fell into sleep. I had just turned 19 then, and Don was about 23. We dated for a while, but I had to move on to other men. So now I'm out at the bar a few times a month, looking for a pretty man with an eye for my kind of thick, strong womanhood, that I can make a toy out of for a while. I almost never really hurt them.