Just Too Weak Pt 12
By plowjack 
Naked Week 2


Day 2: Naked in the apartment; dancing lesson

"Get up and cook us breakfast, Pansy," Bonnie said, as she stretched in their
big bed. Her blonde hair was tousled on the pillow, and Richie had never seen
a girl look so beautiful. Her perfect skin, lightly bronzed, her pretty lips
and turned-up nose, her dreamy blue eyes made him roll to her and press his
lips to hers. As always, touching her made him instantly hard.

"Yes, Bonnie," he said softly, covering her face with little kisses. He rolled
out of bed and stood, then rocked on his legs as his knees went weak. He
straightened and stretched, and moaned as his arms and chest creaked, his
muscles stiff and bruised.

"You look like a truck hit you, sweetie," Bonnie chuckled. Her lover's body
was covered with bruises, his arms ringed with black and blue grip marks. His
chest and neck were covered with bruised little kiss-marks. The back of his
thighs felt sore as well, where big legs had prisoned him.

"I feel like it too," he answered, doing some stretches and tenderly feeling
his crushed biceps. His cock stood at its habitual firm angle, and Bonnie
spent time enjoying her little boyfriend's slender, shapely body as he moved.

"Just do what the ladies tell you and they won't hurt you too bad, Pansy," she
said casually, stretching herself and sitting on the edge of the bed. "Come
here," she said, reaching for the hairbrush. He came to her, and she gathered
him into her lap and brushed his long brown hair. This was a skip day for
training, and she was giving up cardio for the summer, so she brushed first
his hair, then her own blonde locks. Then she relaxed with her sweetie for a
while, sitting back against the headboard and snuggling Richie's thin frame
against the wall of her torso.

"Okay, get busy, doll," she said setting him up and slapping his bare rump
with the hairbrush lightly,

"You can wear that little apron if you want, while you fry up about a
half-pound of bacon for us." Bonnie's weight-loss program for Richie was going
well - he'd lost about twenty pounds, leaving his six-foot-one-inch body
around one-hundred and thirty-five pounds. Bonnie loved his 28-inch waist and
soft, slender arms and legs.

"Yes, Bonnie," he said, and took the frilly apron down, tying it around him.
He was actually getting good at breakfast. They could have had the cooks make
them whatever, but they enjoyed eating together in private in the morning, and
he did like doing things for his Bonnie. She was so much stronger and more
capable than he was, so doing whatever he could do made him feel good.

"But it's weird, Bonnie," he said, tucking away the last of his breakfast. She
had made him tell the story of being worked over by Bonnie's mom and her
friends.

The big blonde laughed out loud.

"Uh, yes, Pansy, it's weird. You hadn't noticed yet? You're a young man with a
high sex drive who has allowed a girl to make you her little toy. You're too
weak to protect yourself from other girls, and now you're living here naked,
learning how to be a nice little slave. Yes, Richie, your life is weird by
regular standards. I think it's special, though ... "

"Very special, Bonnie, as long as I get to be with you ... But, do I have to
work for old Annie again? She was really mean."

"Oh you'll survive, Pansy. She knows better than to really hurt my toy."

"Is she family, Bonnie?"

"Oh, no; Aunt Siggie found her working as a dominatrix, but she was getting
too old. They became friends, and now Annie gets a nice paycheck from us, and
gets to have all the fun she likes. She's also a real gym-rat. She's really
strong isn't she?"

"She sure is," Rich said, remembering her oaken muscles.

"Do the dishes Richie," Bonnie said, and she turned on the morning news on
their little TV. Richie did the dishes.

When he was done she gathered him into her lap again, in the big love-seat in
front of the TV. She was barely an inch shorter than him, and weighed nearly
twice as much. Richie always felt like a little dolly indeed, sitting on her
thick, hard thighs, her 17" arms around his little body. His cock stiffened as
he snuggled into her clothed body, finding the bare skin to kiss.

"That's nice, Pansy," she said, stroking his soft body. She had her left arm
behind his shoulders, and she used her right hand to press his right arm down
onto the padded arm of the couch, catching it in her left hand. It took only a
portion of her strength to hold him down, as she pressed her mouth to his
chest and started sucking his nipples. Richie lay back and moaned until she
started biting. He struggled a little in her arms, helpless as ever.

"Five orgasms yesterday, eh, slut?" she said, "That's pretty good, especially
since you were still hard for me. Perhaps we'll go a little easier today.
We'll start with one good one, and I want you hard again right away."

Still prisoning his left hand behind his back, she got her right hand under
his butt, lifting him easily. She lifted his hips to her mouth and sucked his
cock in, working him like a barbell. She could really only get about 8 inches
of him in her mouth, but she was very good at working that, and he came after
about 20 reps of his skinny body by her powerful arms.

She rolled him onto his back as he softened, taking more and more of his cock
in her mouth, until she was playing with the whole thing, half-hard as his
orgasm subsided. She continued to work his soft cock and stuffed his face
between her legs. Soon she was coming and he was hardening. Now she was
kneeling over his face, rubbing herself on him as he licked her, lifting his
ass with one hand and working his cock back to full strength.

"Very nice, Pansy," she cooed, "so big and strong. Now make me come a few more
times; you're way ahead of me this week."

She left him panting on the loveseat as she finished, his face red and his
cock straining hard. She stood next to him and stroked it gently.

"Poor little Pansy. C'mon, let's go into the shower, I want to fuck you."

A shower fuck meant oil and hot water, and Richie's face pressed deep between
Bonnie's huge bosoms while she pressed his back to the cold tile of the big
shower stall. It took her 10 minutes of solid pounding to make him come again,
her second orgasm squeezing his own out of him like toothpaste from a tube.
Another ten minutes and he was starting to swell in her. He was panting by
then, clinging to her shoulders as she held his hips between her thighs,
helped just a little by one hand that kept him pressed tightly into her
flexing pussy.

"Please, sweetheart, please," he panted as she let him slide out of her.

"You can wash me, dolly" she said, pulling him to his feet.

The process of washing her body while she flexed for him and kissed him left
him fully hard, cock extended before him. She washed him in turn, playing with
him. She gathered his two wrists into one hand and lifted his arms over his
head, washing and tickling him, her iron grip making it impossible for his two
arms to escape her hand. When they were done she lifted him out and toweled
him off.

They used separate sinks to brush their hair and teeth, and then Bonnie dusted
him with a floral-scented powder, and put a little rouge on his nipples and
cheeks, much to his embarrassment.

"Don't you be like that, little dolly," she said, kissing him lightly, "I like
you pretty."

Bonnie dressed herself in panties and a constructed bra, then a tight t-shirt
and jeans.

"Get busy with your chores, sweetie," she said to Rich, "I have a surprise for
you this afternoon."

".su ... surprise," Richie stammered, embarrased at how weak and scared he
sounded.

"Oh, don't be scared, Pansy - I think you'll like it. Better than working for
Annie, anyway. Now get busy."

"Yes, Bonnie."

He got busy with chores, putting away dishes and wiping up the kitchen,
straightening the little apartment and vacuuming. He got Bonnie's clothes out
of the hamper and threw them into a cloth bag, then carried them out and
across to the downstairs laundry room. He had learned not to wait too long to
do laundry. Once he had been forced to ask Bonnie to carry it for him when it
had gotten too full, and she made him drag it most of the way. While he
worked, Bonnie was on the phone, chatting with what sounded like some of her
girlfriends.

"I have a meeting in the library with Mom and the women," she said, "You'll
have a couple of hours before your lessons - maybe you should study or
something. Incidentally, Pansy, you're not to come this afternoon."

Richie watched her leave and made his way to the big chair in front of the tv.
He had a pile of books next to his reading chair, but he chose a novel and
lost himself in it for a while. There were parts of his strange life with
Bonnie that he liked just fine, and daytime horror flicks on the high channels
while he read was a nice rest for his battered body. He stretched at one
point, and his bruised body made him wonder whether he would make it through
the rest of naked week. He hoped the 'surprise' of the day would have more
pleasure than pain.

The door opened a while later, and in walked a broad, round woman.

"Hello, Pansy," she said with a lilt in her voice, putting down the big duffel
she carried.

He peered over the back of the chair. The woman was probably 5'7" tall,
wearing small slippers on her bare feet, a long black skirt to her ankles and
a spaghetti-strap top tight on her upper body. Her hair was shiny black, thick
and curly, and her skin was brown, her features perhaps North African. Richie
guessed her age as late twenties.

"Get up and come over here, Richie," she said, as she immediately began
pushing the furniture out of the middle of the room. Oh, no, did she want to
wrestle him? Was she going to hit him? He made sure he was hard as he obeyed
her and walked toward her. The woman was thick and wide, her back and
shoulders broad, tapering to a tiny waist, a totally flat belly and flaring
hips much wider than Rich's.. She didn't look like a body-builder at all, in
fact Richie thought that her round arms didn't have enough muscle. She had
plenty of bosom though, hanging low and round in her braless leotard, big
nipples poking forward. Her exotic face was lovely, a businesslike expression
on her face until her gaze fell on his ten-inch cock preceding him.

"Oh, dolly boy, that's nice, honey," she said in her pretty accent, gripping
his cock and pulling him to her. She pulled down on his cock until he sank to
his knees, and pulled his head against her shoulder.

"My name is Briane, little one, and Bonnie has asked me to begin teaching you
to dance."

"Uh, dance?" Richie said, as he pressed his lips to the shoulder. Her skin was
silky smoopth, and he was surprised to find her shoulder rock-solid under that
silk.

" Dance!" she said, releasing him quickly and stepping back, making him wobble
on his knees.

"Even pretty toys like you need skills. Even that cock isn't going to keep a
woman happy unless you learn to please and excite her. Nothing shows off a
sweet little body like yours like dancing."

She reached one long arm out and grabbed him behind the neck, drawing him to
her. She kissed him, wrapping her arms around him and pressing him to her. Of
course he submitted, and her strong arms crushed him into her big bosom. Her
shoulders were as wide as his, and she held him fimly, his own hands gently
running up her flanks. Her hips and waist rippled with muscle as she squeezed
him, her back flaring under his hands as she pulled her lips away from his.
She smiled up at him and he felt her flex her back, the thick muscle growing
harder and wider in his hands.

"Dance makes you strong, Pansy, makes a weak little body have a little muscle.
I, you know, belong to your Aunty Sigrid. You know her, don't you, Pansy?"

"Yes, Briane ... "

"Call me Miss Briane, dolly."

"Yes, Miss Briane, I know Aunt Sigrid." Bonnie's Aunt was a 6'6" mountain of
muscle and sex. Rich hoped to avoid her, and sometimes hoped she would come
and get him.

"I know you do, boy - she milked you good on your initiation. She told me all
about it. In any case, I am teaching her the dance as well, so she told me I
could come and play with Bonnie's pretty toy, and teach you some nice moves.
You seem very soft and weak, just as all the women say."

She ran her hands up his back and gripped his lats and ribs, her small hands
digging in firmly.

"Yes, very slender and soft," she ran her hands up to his arms, gripped his
biceps and pulled his arms away.

Richie suddenly felt his arms pulled away over his head, as the pretty dancer
grinned down at him. Her fingers worked and his arms were crushed in her grip.
She laughed out loud.

"My Goddess, you have no muscles at all. This is just pitiful, as tall as you
are, even for a pretty little dolly. Come here ... "

He was dragged to the middle of the room, where she pulled him to his feet and
stood before him. Wrapped her left arm around his waist and pulled him to her.
There was no question of who moved. Briane's body was stone steady as she
squeezed him against her. Looking up at him, she raised and flexed her right
arm. Her biceps and triceps swelled gently, making a graceful curve. Richie
reached out and ran his fingers along her upper arm, surprised to find the
silky flesh thick and hard.

"You see, boy, I am not tall, but I am a very big girl, and very strong
compared to most people. Of course these Taylor women are amazing; I've never
had a man who can make me feel as weak and soft as Lady Sigrid does. Certainly
not a man like you."

She took his wrist in her fingers, and stretched his arm out. Her arm was
obviously thicker, her forearm rippling with corded muscle. His waist still
caught in her left arm stretching his right out as she pulled him to her and
fastened her mouth on one nipple. She sucked hard, the bit suddenly, making
Rich whimper and squirm, while she held him. Then she released him, waist and
arm, and laughed.

"Soon," she said, petting his face, "I'm going to fuck you very, very hard,
until that big cock is just a floppy little slug. However, I am here to begin
teaching you to dance, and so I must learn a bit about your feeble body."

Richie sat with his legs tucked under him, naked on the rug. He looked up at
the big dancer, as she removed her long skirt. Her legs were huge pillars of
shapely muscle. Her thighs bulging and rippling as she moved. She pulled up a
coffee table and sat by him, her shoulders and chest thick and silky-smooth as
she put her arm into wrestling position. Richie knew what was expected, but he
still blushed as he put his elbow on the table and his hand in hers. Briane's
hand was smaller than his, but her slim fingers wrapped his tightly.

"Push, Pansy," she said with a smile, and Rich tried to move her arm. He
seemed to actually move her a little, then her arm thickened, a round ball of
biceps hardening, and she pushed him back to straight.

"Ooo, look," she cooed, her accent making him smile, "that's a little muscle
there." She poked his little strip of biceps with her finger, and then he felt
her press, and his arm moved toward the table.

"Now pull," she said, and switched to gently pulling his hand toward her. He
responded, and pulled hard. She stood, still pulling at his hand.

"Use your weight, little dolly," she said, and Richie was slowly pulled to his
knees before her arm began to shake.

"Both hands," she said, taking his in both of hers. She dragged him to his
feet and then scooped him up to cradle him in her strong arms, holding him
under his ass on her right hand.

"Such a weak little boy; stand up now." She let his feet touch the ground and
he stood, shaking his arms as she released him. Like many dancers, her lower
body was much larger in proportion to her upper. Her huge thighs, thick calves
and round ass were like a thick stone pedestal that displayed the carven shape
of her upper body.

"Look at your puny little legs. We must begin your training, little doll."

Briane turned and pulled something out of her bag.

"This will prevent you from flopping around," she said, and slipped a leather
sheath over the top of his cock. It was satin-lined, and had cords attached,
which she bound around his waist, pulling his shaft up against his belly. She
tickled the tip of his cock, and it jumped in the sheath, but was held tight.

"Good, now follow me."

For the next hour she led him through basic steps and exercises, from simple
grapevine to a hip-roll to arm-work. After a while she put on music, and
instructed him to mirror her moves as the beats became quicker. Soon he was
panting and sweating, but she continued to drive him, until he collapsed
against her, begging her for a rest. She scooped him easily into her arms and
carried him to the couch.

"You've done well, Pansy," she said, setting him prone on the couch and
sitting on its edge next to him. "You have a natural sense of rhythm, and that
will make it much easier for you."

She pulled off her tight top, releasing her round tits from their restraint.

"Hmmm ... let's do it this way," she said, and stood up. She walked over to
the big chair and sat down on the edge, spreading her legs. Her pussy,
carefully shaven to a little patch above her lips, opened wide as her legs
spread. She beckoned to Richie and loosened his cock from the sheath when he
stood before her, stroking it approvingly.

"Put yourself in me, Pansy," she said.

Richie didn't hesitate, he knelt between her long legs, and as soon as he
touched his cock to her, she locked her ankles behind his ass. She pressed him
into her, and he pushed forward in turn. In three pulsing pushes she took his
ten inches into her, and clamped his narrow hips between her thighs.

Richie gasped as her pussy began working him.

"Have my titties, pretty dolly," she said, pulling his face down. He sucked
one nipple into her mouth as she rocked back, lifting his knees from the floor
and draping him over her. She began pulsing her hips, pressing him tight to
her pussy, muscles squeezing.

"I like to be on my back a little, dolly, can you fuck me like a boy?"

Richie could count the number of times that he'd been on top of a woman on one
hand. Now he wriggled a little and got his knees under him. The Briane's thick
ass and hips made him stretch to raise himself above her, and drive his cock
down into her. Her hips were much wider than his, and her flexible legs parted
until he pressed his narrow hips into her.

"Yes!," she sighed, "fuck me, boy."

Richie began to pound down into her, and she thrust back, bouncing him on her
pussy.

"Harder, boy, my goodness you're weak," she growled, and planted her feet on
the chair, raising her hips so that Rich had to get up on his feet, his weight
on her body. She wrapped him in her arms and pumped upward.

Suddenly she clamped her legs around his hips and raised up further, lifting
his feet from the bed his hands had been propping him up under her arms, now
she grabbed his biceps and pushed him up, holding his upper body in the air
over her as she bounced him in and out of her pussy. His legs flopped in the
air as he tried to get his feet under him, but she bucked hard and soon he had
no wind as she slammed him against her wide, hard hips. His arms began to go
numb as Briane's long fingers tightened on his biceps. She once again wrapped
her calves around him and slammed him into her. A couple of rubs and she was
coming, her pussy milking at his long cock as she gasped and moaned. She
crushed him to her chest, arms squeezing him hard as she rocked under him.

"Come for me, pussy," she murmured, and he felt her clamp and milk him even
harder. She pulled his lips to her mouth and kissed him hard, continuing to
grind his cock. She was strong, but her soft, juicy flesh didn't have the
power that he was used to from Bonnie. He was in no danger of coming. However
he was panting and struggling in the big girl's arms as she came again on him,
crushing him breathless in her long, hard arms.

"Bonnie told you not to come for me, didn't she, Pansy," she beautiful dancer
said, as she held him motionless, sill working his cock.

"Yes, Miss Briane," he said, letting himself go limp in her arms.

"And you're a good little slavey, aren't you," she said, kissing his face.

"Yes, Miss Briane."

"Then I guess I'll just have to get some more out of you."

In one smooth motion she stood, lifting him easily against her chest, stepping
forward with her legs wide, dragging him still deep in her pussy until she
dropped again on his hips. She came instantly as his big cock was driven deep
into her. Pinning his arms over his head, she began to pound him, multiple
orgasms rocking her as she slammed her huge round hips and ass onto his body.
For a while he thrust back up into her, but soon his legs were exhausted, and
he lay under her as she slid up and down his pole, pounding him and gasping.

"Please, Miss Briane," he began to whimper, as it became harder and harder to
catch his breath. She ignored, him, grinding him under another wracking
orgasm, as her bosom covered his face. Her arms wrapped around him, lifting
his shoulders, her hand pressing his face into her deep cleavage.

After another orgasm, the heavy dancer noticed that the boy was limp in her
arms, crushed in her chest. Rising from him, she knelt and got her arms under
him. She lifted him cradled in her long arms, and laid him gently on the big
couch. Rich was still groggy as she bent and kissed him hard again, crushing
his lips and slowing his efforts to get his breath.

"You're a sweet little boy, Pansy," she cooed, caressing his nipple as she
kissed his face. "I'm going to make a pretty dancer of you, too. Now work that
routine I gave you, until Bonnie gets back."

In the end it was another hour before Bonnie returned. She had spent the
afternoon discussing first the houses books with her Mother, and then
discussing travel plans for later in the summer. Entering, she saw her
sweetie, streaming sweat, on his knees on the floor, doing ...

"Pushups?!" Bonnie laughed. "Can he do pushups?"

"This will make his third set of ten little-girl pushups, Miss Bonnie, he
couldn't do three real ones," she teacher explained, continuing to describe
Richie's exercise program. She was fully dressed again, but had a flushed and
satisfied look that Bonnie recognized.

"Did you enjoy him, Briane? Was he a good toy for you?"

She smiled, and complimented Richie, saying that he was well-behaved

"He's very pretty, and you have trained him very well, Miss Bonnie," the dark
woman said, obviously treating the daughter of the house as a boss.

"Good," Bonnie replied, "And we'll just make sure he keeps after his exercise.
He used to have cute little muscles, didn't you Pansy?"

"Not compared to you," he said, sitting back and flexing his arm.

Both women laughed, and Briane was sent on her way.

Bonnie looked down at Richie, then lifted him by his armpits from the floor.

"You're all sweaty," she said, licking at his neck," let's have another shower
... "