Weaker Sex
by Plowjack
Jack finds that his date has a plan for him.


	It was a hot October afternoon, and I was helping a friend move into his 
new apartment. There were several people helping including Lisa, a friend of 
my friend's girl, who I had dated casually a couple of times. Lisa had 
gotten my attention right away. She was just tall enough to reach my 
shoulder, with long brown hair. She looked a little plump, her hips wide and 
her thighs thick and shapely. We had been out for beers a couple of times, 
and I hoped there was some chemistry there, but nothing had come of it yet. 
Today she was wearing a skimpy tube top that barely contained her breasts, 
and revealed creamy skin and broad shoulders.
	At one point I offered to take a big box of books and records (yes records 
- this was the 70s, and vinyl was heavy) up the stairs for her, and she just 
smiled and lifted it easily. "I'm pretty burly," she said, with a smile.
	Later, after we finished, she did some stretching. I found my eyes glued to 
her body as she flexed her legs, shoulders and clearly muscular arms. She 
looked up at me just as I was staring at her flexed arms, and smiled a very 
pretty smile. My knees went weak, but I managed to muster the courage to ask 
her to join me for a beer. As we walked off together lisa's girlfriend 
laughed, and called out to her to go eay on me. We laughed about that, and I 
had hopes that this might be the moment I had waited for.
	We found a college bar and sat beside each other in a booth in the back, 
with a pitcher of beer. We liked each other's company. She began telling me 
about growing up on her aunt's farm. She bragged about throwing 
hundred-pound feedbags around, and how strong it had made her. She said that 
she kept in shape now by canoeing and bike-riding. I laughed a little, and 
asked if that was what she meant by being burly. She smiled that pretty 
smile, then flexed her right arm and told me to squeeze it.
	Lisa had biceps like a baseball! What I had taken for plump flesh was all 
muscle, and I blushed, because my cock had begun to stiffen. "Convinced?" 
she asked, and I could only murmer 'wow' and nod. She said "Now it's your 
turn," and reached over to squeeze my bicep hard. I flexed, but she squeezed 
harder, until I had to relax my flex, her hand crushing the muscle 
painfully. I flinched, and she apologized and massaged my bruised arm. Then 
she put her arm around my neck and kissed me. I felt like my head was in a 
vice as she held me pressed to her lips. With her other hand she grabbed my 
wrist and pulled my hand under the table. Then she released my head, and 
calmly poured us beers. We sat and drank, and all the while my hand was 
pinned against Lisa's big thigh under the table.
	I tried hard to get out, squirming as much as I could in that public place. 
Lisa just smiled, and seemed to exert very little effort to keep my hand 
trapped against her. I stopped struggling and she looked into my eyes and 
smiled. 'Don't worry about it, Jack," she said, "I'm stronger than a lot of 
guys, and I do think you're cute." She leaned over and kissed me again, 
leaving little doubt what she meant. She was so lovely that I just decided 
to ignore her little game.
	When we finished out drinks she said "Let's go to my place, and I'll show 
you just how burly I am." I could see Lisa's big nipples hard through her 
flimsy top and, when we stood, she saw my hard dick against my shorts. She 
smiled and took my arm. We looked like any other dating couple as we walked 
out through the bar, but I felt helpless in this beautiful woman's grasp, as 
she guided me to her nearby apartment.
	While we walked, my arm imprisoned in Lisa's iron grip, she said that she 
had been attracted to me immediately. "I've been waiting for this. You were 
so cute, straining to lift those heavy boxes for me," she said, "Don't feel 
bad about being weaker than me, Jacky. I've never taken a lover who was 
stronger than me, and that's the way I like it." She was squeezing my arm 
hard, digging her thumbs into my muscle, "There's nothing sexier to me than 
a handsome man with a nice soft body and a nice hard cock," she said. I felt 
like my arm had been put through a ringer, and by the time we had reached 
her apartment I had stopped trying to flex my clearly inadequate biceps.
	In the hall outside her door she asked me if I still wanted to come in. I 
was a little bruised and a little embarrased that this young woman seemed so 
much stronger than me. But I looked into her lovely brown eyes, and bent 
down to kiss her long and sweet on her full red lips. Her eyes were 
smoldering as she led me through the door and locked it behind us.
	As soon as we got inside I grabbed her to kiss her her again, but she 
pushed me away hard, with a laugh. "You probably think you're going to be in 
in charge, don't you?" she asked, smiling. I felt good, so I said that only 
time would tell. Lisa's pretty face got hard, and she pulled off her tube 
top, letting her big tits spring free. They were as full and firm as the 
rest of her, and she said "Take off that t-shirt, boy, and let's see what 
you got!" I pulled off my shirt, and we both stood in cut-off shorts.
	Lisa looked at my slim chest and arms, and my soft belly. "I'm going to 
have a lot of fun with you, Jacky" she said. She put her arms behind her 
head, and flexed her upper body, making her brests rise on thick pecs and 
showing off her biceps. My dick was hard, pressing against my shorts. "I'm 
glad I turn you on, baby", she said "so let's just get naked." She quickly 
stepped out of her shorts, revealing a flat belly and a mass of curly brown 
hair. Her hips and legs looked even more powerful than her upper body, and 
the muscles in her thighs rippled as she sauntered over to me.. As she came 
in reach I took her by the arms, and she grabbed mine. I struggled to pull 
her to me for another kiss, but she held me away easily. She broke my grip 
and wrapped me in a bear-hug, my arms held to my sides. I strained and 
twisted, but she held on, squeezing and crushing her breasts against me. 
'You're so skinny, Jacky," she teased, " I can wrap my arms all the way 
around you." I tried again to escape. "Forget it, baby," she said, "I think 
you're too weak to get away." she rubbed her pubes against my thigh, "And it 
really turns me on!"  Then she started kissing and biting my chest.
	She licked and sucked first one nipple, then the other, sometimes biting 
hard enough to make me moan, then kissing and licking again. She kept this 
up until I pleaded with her to stop. Then she reached up and pulled my head 
down to her lips. While we kissed she skillfully opened up my shorts and 
pulled out my rock hard cock. Now she was squeezing and stroking my cock and 
balls while kissing me hard and pulling down on my neck. She put more and 
more weight on my neck, until finally my knees buckled. She pulled me down 
to my knees in front of her. I was dizzy and confused, and didn't resist 
when Lisa pulled my head gently to her breasts.
	"Now we're getting somewhere!" she said, gently stroking my hair. Then she 
grabbed a handfull of my long hair and pulled my head back. With her other 
hand she cupped one heavy tit and asked me if I wanted it. From my knees I 
looked up at her and meekly said yes. She pulled my mouth to her nipple and 
I began to suck. I had waited to get my hands on those melons, and I kneaded 
and massaged them as I licked each one, feeling the thick muscle of her 
chest beneath them. Lisa moaned with pleasure and ran her hands over my 
body, squeezing my shoulders and piching my sensitized nipples. I moved down 
to kiss her belly, solid under a layer of soft flesh. I reached around to 
grip her rock-hard ass with both hands and began to kiss her pubic hair. She 
grabbed my hair and tilted her pussy up to my lips. I had just a minute to 
taste her hot wetness before she pulled my head away. "Now it's time to go 
to bed," she purred.
	As Lisa helped me to my feet I began to feel a little angry. I was used to 
being in charge, even with big, strong girls, but my cock was still stiff 
after the humiliation of being put on my knees in front of this woman. I 
decided that I would take over from that point on. Lisa kissed me sweetly 
and we held each other as we walked to her bedroom.
	The bedroom was simply furnished, with mattresses stacked on the floor, 
student-ghetto style, for a bed. Lisa immediately pulled one off and set it 
next to the other. She faced me and jumped playfully on the mattress, her 
big breasts bouncing. She smiled her knock-out smile and asked me what I was 
waiting for. I grabbed her and kissed her, holding her tight. Fo a moment 
she melted against me and I thought that I had her. The she slipped a leg 
between mine and clamped a hand on my arm. I gripped her arms in return and 
tried to throw her down on the bed. "Yep," she said, as she stiffened to 
resist me, "I didn't think you were convinced yet." I felt her thick arm 
swell with muscle as she said "I'll just have to take the fight out of you, 
baby." We struggled for a moment, kissing all the while. Then I felt my 
balance going, and Lisa rolled me over her hip and slammed me hard on my 
back on the mattress. The wind was knocked out of me and I dizzily saw Lisa 
stretch and flex, as she looked down at me lieing at her feet.
	Before I could recover she straddled my head, facing my cock, and pushed 
her pussy down on my face. She ground her wetness all over me as I sought 
her clit and began to suck. Her big body quivered as I softly licked her. 
She pressed down hard, almost smothering me. I began to struggle, tried to 
push her thighs away, but they were silky and solid as tree trunks, so thick 
I couldn't get a grip on them. She flexed and squeezed, and I felt as though 
she would crush my head. "Stop struggling, Jacky," she said, her voice hard, 
"I'll knock you out and put you out the door if you don't give up..."
	She grabbed my hands and pulled them away from her thighs, then pressed 
them to her breasts. She kept squeezing my head until I stopped struggling 
and started licking again. After a minute of this she came wildly, smearing 
her juice on my lips. She moaned and her legs relaxed, but my hands were 
still pinned to her chest.
	My cock had deflated a little, and Lisa grabbed it. "I expect you to stay 
hard for me, baby," she said. She forced my hands to the bed beside my hips, 
then bent down and took my cock in her mouth. I was hard again in seconds, 
and in less than a minute I was coming, and Lisa was drinking every drop.
	I felt really weak as she released my wrists and turned herself around, 
until she was seated on my limp dick, facing me. "This is very nice, Jacky," 
she purred, "You are so good with your mouth." She stretched sensually, and 
muscles rippled down her marvelous figure. I found the strength to reach up 
and stroke her body, running my hands over her hard biceps and shoulders and 
stroking her soft breasts. "Are you enjoying yourself, babe?" she asked, 
sounding like she meant it. I could only nod. "So, can you handle being so 
much weaker than your date, honey," she said, smiling into my eyes. I 
blushed and whispered that I had never been so turned on before, but 
couldn't meet her eyes. As I carressed her arms, my cock began to stir. Lisa 
smiled smugly and took my chin in her hand, turning my face to hers. She 
said "The fun is just beginning. I like you, Jacky, and I think we both know 
that you don't mind being the weaker sex."  Then she lay full length on me 
and began kissing me. With playful pinches and kisses and squeezes she got 
me hard again. She sucked my cock into her dripping pussy, then pinned my 
hands above my head and rode me, slamming her her wide hips down on me over 
and over. She came twice more before I finally shot my load an hour later. 
Then Lisa let me lay my head on her breasts and we fell asleep.
	Lisa and I dated for almost three years, until she moved away. We always 
seemed normal in public, but in bed I was her helpless toy. I realized with 
her that I love to be the weaker sex for a strong, thick woman. Lisa has a 
special place in my memory...