So Soft
By plowjack - plowjack@ yahoo.com
Patty, the amazon from “Her Toy” has her first experience, as a teenager, with a weakling.


"I always feel safe with you," she said, as she snuggled her head against his
chest. He lay on his back, sweat drying on his naked body as hers pressed
against him. Their hips were barely covered by a corner of the sheet in the
warm May afternoon.

They had finished their lovemaking a few minutes before, both gasping and
happy as he rolled – more like collapsed – from between her legs. They both
lay on their backs a moment, then she turned and snuggled against him. She ran
her hands over his slender body, as he breathed hard, still recovering his
wind from their athletic sex. His arm slipped around her shoulders and pulled
her against his side, he said "Don't worry, Patty, I'll always protect you."
Her eyes widened in surprise, she turned her face up to his, and a giggle
escaped her lips. He frowned at her, and she kissed his neck, saying "You're
sweet".

Patricia was a college sophomore, 19 years old. John was a few months younger,
still 18, and a freshman. They had been sleeping together for about six weeks,
and both were enjoying themselves. Their studies kept them busy but they
usually found two or three chances to make love each week. Patty was a sturdy,
solid girl, broad shouldered and narrow-waisted, with flaring hips and thighs
shapely with solid muscle. She considered her face plain, but her double-D
chest and hourglass figure meant she had little trouble attracting men. At
5'9" she had had always considered her self sort of an amazon type, and she
had spent years in high school playing basketball and swimming. In her senior
year she had taken up combat sports, beginning to work with tae kwan do, and
lifting weights. She had no time in college for organized team sport, but she
enjoyed being fit and strong, and went regularly to the gym and dojo. She also
liked to eat. She was well-padded, but the muscle underneath was solid.

John's eyes widened when she giggled at his offer of protection. He sounded a
little hurt as he said, "Hey, I mean it, baby". His arm tightened around her,
"I'll always protect you if I have the chance".

John was tall and pale, 5'11" of lanky arms and legs. He was a self-admitted
bookworm, and considered himself a writer. He had always been the picked-last
sort for school sports and had dodged phys. ed. in favor of library and
computer lab. A few years before he had gotten his growth, and begun being a
bit more active, taking summer jobs on landscape crews and getting himself
outdoors. He found himself becoming attractive to some girls. He was still
self-conscious about his slender, white body; now he flexed his arms and
chest, drawing Patty against him. She purred, and snaked her arms around him
in turn. She squeezed him, and noticed, as she sometimes did, that his body
felt soft in her arms. A warm feeling of safety and affection flowed down from
her belly.

Patty had never been a ‘good girl'. She had run with a party crowd and had
blossomed early, drawing the attention of the guys. She had been
self-conscious about her size, and she had sought out big guys. She had lovers
on the football team, and from the local bikers, and got rather a reputation.
The one thing she didn't do was attach herself to one man – she just didn't
find the guy that really did it for her, and felt something was missing from
her active sex life. She tried to feel small and feminine, being fucked by
some big moose with arms as big around as coffee cans. For a while she tried
to get used to bruises on her arms from their vice-grip hands, and to trying
to keep her mouth shut.

It was that last part that got her hit. She just wasn't prepared to submit to
her senior-year lug of a regular date. Finally she had insulted him once too
often, and refused to suck him off. He punched her, and tried to force her,
but she ran off. Like so many such small tragedies, confusion and shame had
left the bully unbothered by the law. She was glad to get away to state
college, and decided to try a new start.

She decided to try celibacy, after her years of active yet unsatisfying sexual
activity. Her freshman year had been nice, her grades good, her social life
active.. She went to the dojo and the gym, made friends and had several dates.
She still attracted big men with thick, muscular bodies, but she found that
she was uninterested in sex with that sort of guy. Her own body responded well
to training, and where she had been firm she became hard, her waist trim
despite a continued love for pizza and beer, her biceps becoming fist-sized
stones in her padded arms. She moved ahead three belts that year, under a
strict sensei.

Now she ran her hands up John's young body. She was pretty sure that he'd
never spent a day in the gym – and the idea of her lover ‘protecting' her made
another giggle escape, even as she snuggled close and kissed him. She said,
"I'll protect you too, baby," and hugged him tight. They both laughed as he
ran his hands along her arms, letting them settle on her half-flexed biceps. A
smile crossed her lips as she felt him gently trace the curve of her muscle.
She hugged him harder, making her arm swell and harden a little under his
hand.

The summer after her freshman year, Patty had returned home stronger, wiser
and very horny. She renewed old friendships but continued her no-sex policy on
a week-by-week basis. One Saturday night she found herself alone with another
old flame, a former jock, already turning soft after high school. She told him
"no" plainly and often. When he tried to push her onto her back she found that
she could throw him off. When he slapped her and called her a fat bitch she
lost it a little. She slapped him around, twisted his arm behind his back and
pushed his face into the dirt, kicking his ass as he fled, cursing.

That was as close as she got to sex that summer. At the moment she didn't even
notice that beating the guy had made her dripping wet. She returned to school
more wary, frustrated and very, very horny.

She met John at his freshman mixer. He was tall enough, with broad shoulders
and a tiny waist. His blue eyes seemed bright and kind and he seemed nothing
like the jocks, who she was so very over. She was drawn to his confident
height and his big, sensitive hands, and she sucked in her belly and stuck out
her chest. He was a pushover, obviously hot for her body. They fell into bed,
and found that they both had a good time. Johnny was the first to make her
climax intentionally. He was gentle and skilled, willing to use his mouth in
ways that she had never known. She had always lain on her back, and she did
miss the feel of hard slamming as his light body worked over her. Her powerful
thighs and hips bounced him like a bag of laundry, but his nicely-made cock
left her happy. His body, well-defined but slender, had promoted a feeling of
safety and control with her new lover, and she felt affection for John as she
had seldom done for her big moose lovers.

Now, as John caressed Patty's tanned, thick arm, she wrapped her other arm
around his neck and drew his head to hers. She flexed her arm harder still
under his hand, and smooched his soft mouth. "And I'll protect you too,
Johnny," she said as she kissed him. She felt his hand squeeze a little on her
arm, but he said, "OK, you can do my light work." Patty's eyes opened wide,
and she laughed out loud.

"Come on, baby," she said, still laughing as she clamped his head in her right
arm, "anybody you could protect me from, I could probably just break in half!"

John blushed bright pink from his face down to his chest. He pushed himself
away from the woman, and sat up on his elbows. "Hey," he said, still
red-faced, "I'm a lot bigger than you, you know."

Patty sat up on one elbow, and eyed her boyfriend's body, runner her gaze down
its skinny length. He had long, slim limbs, his waist tiny, his chest and
shoulders broad, though with no definition. His belly was flat but
soft-looking, his chest showed no pectoral development. There was a little
muscle in his thighs, but his arms and calves were just slim tubes of flesh.
His nice cock dangled on his thigh, now shrunken to normal softness. His hair
was long and black, his skin untanned.

Patty held out a hand and ran it over his belly, down to take his cock in her
hand. She said "OK, Johnny, You're my big, strong protector."

He didn't buy it,, though his hips writhed as she gently squeezed his cock.
"Yeah, right, now you're making fun of me. You said I make you feel safe!
Don't you think I can protect a girl like you?"

"Never mind, honey," she said, sliding next to him. She continued to work his
cock, which stirred in her hand, as she wrapped a hand around his slender
biceps. His upper arm was tiny, and seemed to yield to her hand as she gently
squeezed. Again, that warm wave of affection and arousal swept through her as
she felt his weak body respond to her, his cock hardening and his arms
reaching out for her. She said, "come back here, and show me how strong you
are."

She pulled him to her and he kissed her, but she raised herself up and he laid
back on his back, she kept her left arm behind his head, and he lay his head
on her arm, as she bent over to continue kissing him hard. She kept gently
squeezing and stroking his cock, and it slowly recovered from its previous
effort, growing toward its generous thickness. He moaned a little, and raised
his hips, and she tightened her arm around his neck, snuggling her big chest
against his side, and working his hardening member a little more firmly. She
kissed him hard again, plunging her tongue into his open mouth. His right arm
was under her body, trapped, but he started to run his hand over her own right
arm. She flexed her muscles, and her arm swelled, even as she brought him to
full erection. He moaned, and ran his hand down to her wrist. He seemed to try
a little to pull her off him, but then he started pressing against her
shoulder, trying to roll her over onto her back.

John was hot with lust for his girlfriend, and he wanted to get her on her
back. He always felt strong and in charge when he was on top of a woman,
seeing her face go soft for his cock. Now he began to roll Patty over onto her
back, anticipating the spead of her legs. She didn't move. He pressed harder,
trying to push her shoulder backward, but she just remained where she was,
still working his cock and crushing his mouth with hers. He realized that she
had him in a sort of headlock, and he began to struggle a little, a giggle
escaping through her kiss.

Patty drew her head back, and said "Just lie still, Johnny, I want to play
with you," and moved her hand a little faster on his hard flesh. He felt the
muscle in her shoulder swell, hard under a layer of soft flesh, and he pushed
harder, and smiled, saying, "Come on, sweetie... I want you under me."

"You do," she teased, resisting his efforts easily, "but I dunno whether
you're going to get it." He started to really try to escape then, writhing in
her grip. He found that he just couldn't move her arm, and was amazed at how
big and hard her muscles really were. He squeezed her shoulder and biceps,
trying to push her over, but she didn't seem to pay much attention. Then she
released his cock and ran her hand up his body. She got her hand under his
arm, and pulled his arm up and away from her. He struggled, but she just did
it, and his arm was pulled away. She caught his wrist, and pushed his arm
down, struggling with him a little, but succeeding quickly in getting his
wrist down to where her left hand was free next to his head. She caught his
wrist in that hand, both giggling and squirming as they fought, and her
fingers tightened like ropes on his slender wrist.

He stopped struggling as she kissed him more gently and said, "SSShhh... hold
still now," and ran her tongue over his lips. Patty found that her little joke
was really turning her on. Here was her boyfriend – yes, she guessed, her
boyfriend – seemingly helpless in her grip. She purred deep and rubbed her
pubes against his hip, then said, "I think I like this, Johnny." John lay
still, panting a little, except for the thrusting of his hips against her
grips, as small moans escaped his lips. "Like what," he asked, as she pressed
herself against him.

"I think I like having you helpless in my arms," she answered, and gave his
cock a firm squeeze and stroke, causing him to writhe. Then she let him go. He
wasn't going to come again now. She had done too good a job on him a quarter
hour ago. "I think you like it too, actually," she teased, "look at how hard
it made you." She gave his cock a last hard squeeze, as he stretched his arm
and rubbed his shoulder, slowly getting up onto the edge of the bed. He had a
strange look on his face, but he said, "I sure love your body and your hands,
Patty! I think you could probably make me hard from 10 feet away." They
laughed together, and Patty thought that sounded like kind of an interesting
idea.

They had a party to go to, and they showered, got dressed and drove out to
dinner in Patty's old Toyota. They seemed to agree to set aside the topic of
Patty's little joke, though they were both plainly turned on. They kissed
often, held hands and wrapped arms around one another as they walked. John
barely got his cock calmed down by the time they arrived at the restaurant.
The memory of being held tight in Patty's hands, of his arm seemingly helpless
in her strong grasp made him blush – he was so insecure about his youthful
body, so eager to prove his manhood – but it also seemed to keep his cock
awake. Once, as they drove from their pleasant dinner to the party at a
friend's frat house, john found himself running his hand up Patty's arm. She
had worn a sleeveless dress, tight over her big round bosom, hem just above
the knee, and three inch heels that made her six feet tall. Her skin was soft
and dry as he gently squeezed her upper arm.

Patty was also excited about the evening. She had a new feeling, a feeling of
strength and calm that she found intoxicating. In just a moment of fun she had
discovered that she was, probably, really stronger than her boyfriend. This
made her feel safe and happy, and seemed to make her pussy warm and damp, as
she found herself squirming in her seat, remembering his soft body pressed
under hers. His little arm had seemed like putty in her hand, as she had
restrained him – she hadn't used all her strength, either. He probably hadn't
really been fighting her, but then, she hadn't really been trying either, and
she had held him with no problem, as his cock had responded happily. Her mind
was filling with ideas and plans for later in the evening.

When John ran his hand up her arm, he began with a gentle brushing of her
right hand, resting on her knee, and then caressed her forearm and made a
tighter, gentle grip on her upper arm. Patty lightly flexed her arm, making
her biceps jump into a firm mound under his hand. His fingers lightly pressed,
and traced the mound of her muscle, but neither of them said a word about it.
By the time they arrived at the party, John had once again managed to soften
his cock, thinking of equations and historical dates.

The frat party was the typical sort of thing – trance music, keg beer and
plenty of hard liquor. They danced, chatted with friends, danced until they
worked up a sweat, and drank. Patty looked great – she had natural rhythm, and
knew how to really shake her dramatic chest and ass. John had some nice moves
as well, slinking like an otter around the thicker body of his lover.
Finishing a nice, hot grind, they stepped off the dance floor and spent a
couple of minutes making out in a dark corner. Patty had had a few drinks, and
so had John, but Patty was a much more experienced drinker, and John was
nearly melting in her arms. They headed to the cooler and got themselves a
couple of energy drinks, taking a break from liquor.

"Well well," they heard, in a slurred male voice, "if it isn't that fat bitch
Patty." Coming toward them was a jockish fellow in a t-shirt and shorts. "God
Damn it!" Patty muttered, "let me handle this, John."

"Get the hell out of here, Mark," Patty growled, plainly acquainted with the
big brute. He was an inch or two taller than Patty, broad shouldered, but with
a soft-looking gut. "The hell I will, you cock-teasing cunt," he said, and got
right up in her face. "Get away from me, Mark..." Patty said again, but the
big man grabbed her arm and started to yell again. Before he could speak, John
was between them, pushing his way in. The big fellow let go of Patty's arm and
said "who the hell are you, stringbean?"

"Just get out of here and leave Patty alone," John said, staring Mark in the
eye.

"Crap," the big jock muttered, and, without warning, delivered a solid punch
to John's belly. John doubled over, gasping, and Mark just shoved him out of
the way, causing him to fall with a crash. A groan of pain escaped John as he
started to try to rise, still clutching his gut. As he looked up, he saw Patty
step forward low and drive a straight shot into the man's belly. He could have
sworn her fist actually disappeared.

What John didn't know is that this was the asshole who had hit Patty, back in
the day. He didn't know that Patty was having a moment, and that seeing her
sweet friend hurt by this same bully... well, it just pissed her off. She
hadn't gotten strong to put up with this shit, and she stepped into him like a
softer version of the heavy bag at the dojo. One fist drove into his gut. The
next, still low, stunned his solar plexus as he leaned forward. Now he slowly
doubled over, retching, as Patty rose to her height over him. She felt a wave
of power flow through her belly and loins, and raised her fist.

All this had happened by the time John got to his knees. Now Patty stood over
the helpless jock. In her 3-inch heels she was 6' tall, her bare legs planted
wide, her broad shoulders tight, as she raised a fist. He saw the muscle in
her arm ripple as her fist fell like a stone, and drove the man face-first
into the rug, right there in the frat-house.

There was a commotion, which died down rather quickly as people saw the big
burly guy retching on the floor in front of this busty woman and her date.
Patty helped John get to his feet, and put an arm around him, heading for the
door. She said "Mike knows my number, if that chump wants to chat," and they
were out the door.

They drove in silence. Patty was probably not really fit to drive, and she
concentrated hard on the short back-street drive home. She felt great! This
time she plainly noticed that she was dripping wet, that her body was tense
and ready for more. She flexed her muscles a couple of times as she drove,
kind of holding her arm out for John to see, this time really flexing.

John lay against the door. He still hurt, some, not bad, but his pride was
smashed. Not only had that thug brushed him aside, but his girlfriend had
stepped in and kicked the ass of the guy who made John feel like a
lightweight. In a heartbeat! He recalled the image of Patty's fist dropping
like a weapon, just as Patty lifted her arm and flexed. Her fist looked huge,
her forearm rippled, and he was amazed at the size of her flexed biceps. He
knew she had muscles – he loved her body – but he'd never seen this! She was a
monster!

But he had to reach out, again, and caress her muscle. It was big and hard,
really round, padded by a little silky flesh. Her whole arm was like stone,
and he pulled back his hands and leaned against the door, his face beet red.
He felt a wave of humiliation as he realized that his cock had grown as he
squeezed her arm.

They pulled into the drive of Patty's little apartment. Patty said "Please
come up, John, you need a little tlc."

John didn't answer. He seemed to shrink into his seat, as Patty reached out a
hand to rest on his shoulder. "Please," she said, and slid out from under the
wheel, across into the passenger seat. She pressed herself against him and
rested her head on his shoulder.

"You don't really want me after that, do you," she heard him mutter "geez, I
was such a pussy."

"You certainly were not! You stood right up to that guy, even though he was
twice your size," she said, as she gathered him into her arms. He turned his
face away a little, and she could see he was blushing, unable to meet her
eyes.

"He was even bigger than you, though, and you..." he seemed to choke, as he
remembered her unstoppable mowing down of the bully. "you..."

"I kicked his soft, ugly ass, is what I did," she crowed. "He thought he could
do what he pleased, but I showed him who was stronger," She flexed her arm
again, and he peeked up to see her squeeze and caress her own biceps, as she
said "with this. Feel it again, sweetheart..."

"What", John said, as he stared at her thick arm. She pumped her arm a couple
of times, and the muscle visibly swelled, gaining definition, a vein popping.
"Feel this arm, Johnny – I worked hard for this muscle." She flexed again, and
John put his hand on it, feeling it stretch and swell as she pumped. She
watched his face turn red again, but he got his hand more than half way around
her arm and squeezed as she flexed. "Hard as a rock, isn't it?" she asked, her
voice sultry, "I curl 40 pounds with either arm honey – I'm just not putting
up with assholes like that anymore."

John felt like he couldn't even squeeze the mound of solid flesh. He ran a
hand up to her forearm, and she flexed her fingers and hardened it, tendons
showing clearly in the thick muscle. He took her hand in his, and said "Is
your hand OK?"

Patty laughed low and made a big, hard fist. "That's the hand I break boards
with Johnny – I've hit things a lot harder than that big sack of crap. Kiss
me, Johnny," she said, and put her right arm around his neck to draw him to
her.

He resisted, but she just pulled him to her. "Don't fight me, Johnny – you
were very brave tonight, and this whole thing has me so horny that there's no
way you're getting away without a good fuck tonight."

"Patty, maybe I should just go home," John said, and tried to turn his face
from her kiss. He felt her take a handful of his hair and turn his face toward
hers. Her eyes were burning, and a small smile crossed her lips as she crushed
his lips with hers, her tongue probing his mouth. He began to squirm, trying
to ask her to stop. She reached with her left hand and found his crotch. His
cock was soft, which caused her to draw back in surprise, and say "hey, how
come feeling my arm didn't make you hard this time?"

"What do you mean?" he asked, blushing again.

"You know very well... every other time you've felt my muscles you've swelled
up nicely – what's wrong now?"

John looked away, even as she held his head. Her hand was beginning to knead
him, and she said "You must be ready to burst from before. Here..." she took
his right hand and placed it on her big breast, pressing it into her soft
flesh. His cock still seemed slow to respond.

You know when I said you make me feel safe?"

"Yeah..." he said, feeling a return to a sensitive subject.

"That's because you couldn't hurt me if you tried, Johnny," she said,
playfully licking his lips and kissing his nose. "I knew from the first time I
hugged you that you were a big pudding, sweet and soft, and that I could relax
and let down my guard with. You think I ever let some big jock lick my pussy?"

"I... you...," he stuttered "you make me feel so..."

"So what, John?"

He whispered something she couldn't hear. She pressed her lips to his again,
as he lifted and squeezed her big tit, his cock moving a little in her hand,
but not really hardening. She said "Whisper it to me, sweetheart," as she
nuzzled his ear.

"So weak..." he whispered, sounding like he was about to cry.

"Mmm hmm" she said, kissing and stroking "and you think I should want some
hulking idiot like Mark, instead of your sweet body." He looked her in the
eyes then, and she felt his ardor increase, his breathing deepen, his hand on
her chest become more insistent. "I like you just the way you are, Johnny, and
I decided this afternoon that I really like you this way."

She flexed her right arm, and he felt his neck squeezed in hard flesh. He was
unable to keep her from kissing him. Then she bit his lower lip, hard enough
to make him jump.

"Hey!" He said "what's that for?"

"That's to start showing you that I can do whatever I want with you," she said
"If I can hold you down like I did today, and if I can pound the lights out of
a guy who could break you in half, what does that say."

Johnny looked horrified, and she felt his cock shrink again. "Don't be afraid,
baby," she said, "I'm not going to hurt you, really – I just want to play with
you. Here, let's try this..." She took her hand off of his member, and held it
up. "Take my hand," she said, and he took his hand from her chest, a little
puzzled, a little scared, and let her get his hand in a tight grip.

"Squeeze, Johnny," she said, and he did, but it didn't seem to have much
effect. Then he felt her squeeze, and his hand compressed painfully, bringing
a little gasp. "You're so soft, honey" she whispered, "now let's see if you
can press against my hand." She began to press forward, and his arm just gave
way. "Come on – you're stronger than that," she said, and she felt him press
against her. She held him firmly, not pressing herself, just stopping him –
his effort didn't amount to much at all.

She slowly pushed him back. It didn't take much of her strength, but it
certainly made her pussy warm as she proved again that she was far stronger
than this handsome young man. In a moment she had slowly pulled his wrist back
up by his ear, where her right hand waited.

"That was my left arm against your right, you know," she said, with a little
giggle as she caught his wrist in her right hand. "There we are... just like
before..." she returned to working his cock, as her mouth crushed his in hot
kisses. Johnny felt something open up in his mind, and he stopped struggling.
His left arm trapped under Patty's big chest, his right caught in her ropy
grip, he surrendered to the feeling of her strong hand working his cock
through her pants. Images of her naked 40" bosom, firm and round, of her huge
rock-hard muscles filled his mind, as his mouth opened to hers.

"That's better," she whispered, as she felt his member grow thick in her hand.
"See there, we both know you're a lot weaker than me, don't we..." she
tightened her grip on his wrist, and he felt the fingers start to tingle. "we
both like it a lot, too." John's cock was now stony hard in her fingers,
through his jeans, and she could feel the steam building in her own panties.
"Time to get to where we can get these clothes off, okay, baby?" she said, as
she released his wrist. He gazed at her, and she saw mingled lust and
confusion in his face. "Okay? Come up and we'll make love?"

He whispered, "Okay".

Instantly she was across the seat and out of the car, then opening the door
for him. She stood there in her pretty dress, her hair barely ruffled after
kicking a guy's ass and dominating another one's body. She held out a hand,
and the teenaged freshman took it. She pulled, and yanked him out of the car,
then grabbed him by his arm and dragged him up the front steps and into her
building. John felt rushed and dragged, but he didn't complain – Patty's grip
was crushing his arm, but as long as he moved fast it didn't really hurt. Her
left hand went almost all the way around his upper arm, and she held him that
way as she unlocked her door.

As they entered her familiar living room, she spun him around and kissed him,
and inch taller in her heels, her arms crushing him to her chest, as his hands
ran up her thick body. Then she ran her hands up the inside of the front of
his black t-shirt, grabbed the collar from the inside and pulled him to her.
"You won't be needing this tonight," she said, and tore the shirt like paper
down from the collar, wrapping it in her hands and pulling him to her for a
kiss.

He wrapped his arms around her, and pressed his bare chest to the sily cloth
of her dress, pressing himself against her pillowy chest. He ran his hands
over her back, and up to her shoulders. As she pulled him to her with his
ruined shirt, he felt her shoulders ripple and harden, then took a two handed
grip on her arms, biceps under his hands. An amazed noise escaped him as he
felt her flex her arms, pulling his neck tight to her and turning her arms to
stone columns too thick to get his hands around.

"See, you like those a lot," she smiled, then she let him fall back a little
and pulled him tight again, flexing even harder. "They just keep getting
bigger when I work ‘em." She paused and seemed to relax from her crazy
happiness, and looked him in the eyes. "I'm really proud of my strength, you
know – it's funny, I've worked hard for it, but I never wanted to talk about
it, or show off... I think I'll try the other approach a little more."

She felt him squeezing her arms, and she let go of the shirt and did a low
curl, flexing her arms under his hands.

"I've never done that for a guy before, you know," she said, shyly.

He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her tenderly, even as he let his
hard cock press against her. "You're body is wonderful – you know I've thought
so from the beginning."

"You've been pretty convincing, really," she smiled.

"I just didn't know how..." he stumbled, and blushed "how strong you are...
you're so soft and sexy..., but your muscles..."

"Okay, come here," she said and suddenly she bent her knees and got her arms
under his ass. Without a grunt she lifted him smoothly, bringing his chest up
to her eye level. "We'll give you a little ride," she giggled, and walked
through the place with him. "Ooooh, look at those," she cooed as she spotted
his nipples. John was still whooping with surprise when he felt her soft lips
suck hard at his breast, her tongue licking hard. He sighed and writhed in her
grasp, but she held him solidly, and stood by the couch.

"No bed tonight, Johnny," she said, as she switched to the other nipple, "lets
play on the couch." Then she bit one nipple hard.

"Ow!" he cried, and squirmed in her arms "Don't do that!"

"Or what?" she said, and bit the other one. John grabbed her shoulders again,
but they were immovable – he tried to pry himself up out of her grip, but that
got him nowhere either. Patty slipped an arm under his knees and suddenly she
was holding him in her arms, giving him a bounce as she settled him. She
squeezed him in her arms as she slowly sat down on the couch, catching one arm
in her hand as his other arm slid around her shoulders.

Once again she caught his head in her hand and kissed him hard, as he sat on
her lap. She held his face pressed to hers, as he pressed himself to her, her
thighs supporting his weight seemingly without difficulty. Her other hand
caressed his bare belly and chest, then her fingers found his nipples and she
began rolling and pinching them as she kissed him. He tried to pull her hand
away, moaning softly as she worked on his tender parts but he couldn't move
her hard hand.

"See, now we're back to the ‘whatever I want' part," she said and bit his lip
again as she pinched his nipple hard. She heard him squeak, a little gasp like
a whimper, and felt herself pull him closer, kiss him harder. She whispered to
him, "You're too weak to stop me, honey..." Then she tightened her grip around
him again, and he felt himself rolled over onto the couch. She seemed to
handle his weight with ease, as she left him on the couch and stood up in
front of him.

"I can't wait a minute longer, my little Johnny," she said, and an evil grin
crossed her face, as she pulled the pretty dress over her head. Beneath it she
was in a tiny bra and panties. "Get those shorts off, baby," she ordered, and
John hurried agreeably. When he looked up from the task, Patty had removed her
bra and her huge bosom was before his eyes. Patty lifted her breasts and
stretched after removing her bra. Her youthful d-cup breasts stood high and
round on a thick, broad chest, and she stood tall before John, still wearing
her heels and panties. With a big grin on her face, she posed in a campy
double-biceps pose, like a bodybuilder.

Patty looked down at her man sitting before her, naked except for the tatters
of the shirt she had ripped off his body. His physique was skinny and soft,
and his cock was swollen but not standing. His face held a kind of awe and
lust that made Patty's pussy tingle. She lifted her breasts and wiped a little
sweat from under them, then, struck a pose, hardening her upper body as she
said, "Okay, punch me in the gut" and laughed at Johnny's horrified face.
"Come on, give me something at about half power – stand up."

With a crazy grin, John stood up, to his height just beneath Patty's heeled
stature. He couldn't remember the last time he had made a fist and meant it.
"You really mean it, Patty? Look if I hurt you I'll feel..." he hesitated

Patty laughed, "Terrible? Better? Tell you what, if you can make me grunt,
I'll suck you until you're hard, and then lie down right here on the carpet.
How does that sound"

John laughed in turn, and readied himself. He struck a flex pose that made
Patty giggle, then stepped close to her and poked her in the belly. Patty put
her arms behind her head and flexed her whole upper body. John's fist bounced
off her hard middle. She just stared at him and said, "Really give it
something, John, put a shoulder behind it."

John gave it an effort, really trying to drive some air out of her, planting
his fist solidly on her navel. His wrist buckled a little as he put some
weight behind it, but his fist seemed to sink an inch into her flexed, hard
waist. He gasped himself a little as his wrist turned, then rubbed his wrist.
Patty smiled and relaxed a bit, and struck a pose again, her biceps now
pumped. "This is that body you've been enjoying, Johnny – like it? See, you
just don't have the strength to hurt me – I'm as safe with you as I would be
with a puppy. That's why I started dating you sweetie – besides your obvious
desirability, hot red lips, and other skills. I knew you didn't have half the
muscle I do, and I could always kick your ass if you tried anything"

John sat down, his wrist aching and his mind spinning. He looked back up at
Patty, and saw her arms and shoulders swell and ripple. Even with a layer of
padding, her muscles became defined and round, her shoulders showing
individual muscles as she flexed two or three more times. "Wow," he said "your
muscles do get bigger every time."

He rose and threw himself at her, meaning to throw his arms around her
powerful shoulders. To his astonishment she stepped into him, and stopped him
as though he had hit a tree. His chest slammed into her big bosom, and her
hands clamped his shoulders. She stepped forward again and he was practically
swept off of his feet, as she crashed him into the couch, sitting up, and fell
on top, astride him, her heavy chest driving the air from his lungs, her hands
crushing his arms into the back of the couch.

Johnny yelled, and gasped for air, as Patty said "Now you're mine!"

Patty suddenly felt herself reach a special moment. Her pussy was slammed
against John's groin, and she felt his cock harden in a second beneath her.
Her thighs and belly went tight, then she came hard – really hard. Her hands
tightened like tourniquets on John's upper arms, and she found her self
kneading his soft muscle like dough as she pressed her whole weight down on
his groin and belly, again driving little puffs of breath from him with her
pulses.

"Please, Patty..." John began to beg, as he gasped for air, "Please, you're
crushing me!"

Patty lifted her weight from him, pressing herself up by the grip on his arms,
gasping with her eyes rolled up in her head. She smiled wildly, and just fell
off of John, sideways onto the couch beside him, laughing and thrusting her
pelvis into the air.

"Oh, baby, baby – that's never happened before!" She lay languid for a moment,
and all John could do was catch his breath and rub his pulped biceps.

Then Patty lifted her high-heeled, tree-trunk legs high, and slipped her
panties off. She put a leg up and pointed her pussy at John, and his stony
cock made a beeline. Patty caught him by the head, and practically slammed him
face into her belly. "I need a couple more of those, little boy, and you know
how good you are at it."

John pushed himself away and sat up, his face flaming, still rubbing upper
arms where bruises were already showing. He tried to speak, couldn't. He tried
again, but his eyes kept going to her body.

"Johnny, I'm sorry this is confusing for you, but you know you are loving it.
Look at your big dick, honey – I just blocked you with one hand and you're
rock hard." She rubbed between her legs a little, wetting her lips. "That's
the only part of you that needs to be hard for me, anyway – I love your mushy
little arms, because I know I can get anything I want from you, do anything I
want with you."

"But I like you, and I want you to want it." She mounded one breast into a
perfect sphere, and put her other arm behind her head, flexing her body all
the way down. "If you want me, you get me this way – twice as strong as you,
and expecting you to remember it. So put you mouth to work, or this could be
your chance to escape. You decide"

There wasn't really any decision for John. His mind was as mushy as his
bruised flesh, and his cock simply required that he get his hands and mouth
and, well, cock, on and in this wonderful woman. He didn't so much lean as
melt forward to lean his weight on her hard thigh, running his hands down to
squeeze the huge muscles with both hands – no chance of getting both hands
more than two thirds around. He slid his cheek down to rest it on her mound,
just feeling the warmth and steam, then he went to work with a will, careful
to start at a mere tickle. In moments she came again, and she pressed his head
hard and said "Suck hard, baby", then closed her legs around his head,
completely engulfing it in her hot iron flesh, legs straight in the air. He
clung like a bronco-rider to her thighs as she heaved under him, her thighs
holding his head in place. His cock bobbed in the air as he was thrashed by
her thrashing.

Then she threw her legs wide and said "Come here, boy," and John climbed up
between her legs, again aiming his missile. Again she swung her legs down and
under him, pulled him up by his armpits and got an arm under his knees. With a
roar like a beast she stood up with him in her arms and squeezed him in a
crushing grip, then sank quickly but with control back onto the couch with
John in her lap.

"Let's cool down a while," she gasped, her face flushed, though her arms had
lost none of their strength as they moved him deep into her lap, pressed to
her bosom. "Did you want to get close to these?" She knew how much he
worshipped her perfect bosom, and now she pressed his mouth to one nipple, and
was so excited that she almost came again when he started to suck it, raising
his hands to knead and lift her heavy breasts.

"So you're sitting in my lap, sucking my tits, after I overwhelmed you and
made you eat me – while your weak little body gave me a fine orgasm just by
being so much like cake, I think..." She twiddled his nipples with her free
hand, as she supported his back, "You don't mind me being so much stronger
than you?"

"Oh, Patty," he mumbled, between using his tongue on her nipple, and trying to
suck her whole breast into his mouth (he could never get more than a
fraction...), "that was the hottest thing that ever happened to me – the only
reason I haven't come in my pants is that you drained me so hard this
afternoon."

He pulled his head away, and mumbled "you did hurt me a little, though... my
arms feel like they've been pounded with rocks."

Patty laughed and said "and that was just from a little squeeze. Your problem,
cupcake, is that you just haven't any muscles. Here, flex your arm..." She
grabbed his arm and squeezed lightly, making him wince and draw back, but she
pulled him close again and said, "come on, make a muscle, or I'll just squish
it again!"

"Patty!" he said crossly, but he raised his long arm and flexed. His arm
swelled a little - just a little. He knew very well what his own flexed biceps
felt like – it was a thin strap of firm flesh he sometimes flexed after a
shower, just in case it had grown. Because he knew his own body, he knew it
wasn't as big around as his hard cock.

So he blushed as Patty put one finger on either side of his biceps and
squeezed gently. "Baby," she said, "I already made mush out of this with my
hands, so you don't need to feel afraid – your soft arms in my hands made me
come, really, that and feeling your whole body give way to mine." She shifted,
and put one finger on top of his arm and one on his triceps – he knew she
could get her hands almost all the way around his arm when she had it
compressed. "Flex a few times, Johnny, it'll probably harden up," she kept
fingers on his muscle as he pumped it, and gently squeezed again. "Nope," she
said, smiling "no bigger, no harder."

"This is just nothing, John, as I'm sure you know – probably half the women in
the world are stronger than you, so you probably should get used to it.
Fortunately, I'm stronger than most any woman, so I'll keep you safe from all
those other big strong girls" She squished his little muscle between her
fingers again, "Hmmm... somewhere between sponge rubber and a water
balloon..." Then she squeezed harder and harder, until he gasped as his flex
failed and his muscle went flaccid and soft in her fingers – a trick that left
John with finger-print bruises for a week. She wiggled his arm a little to see
the soft flesh shake, and giggled sweetly.

"Okay," Patty grinned as she rubbed and gently massaged his muscle, "water
balloon. Look at this, though..."

She was holding John with her left arm, still pressing his cheek to her soft
bosom. Now she flexed her right arm hard before his face, and he reached out
again to feeling the muscle swell and harden under his hands. It grew, now
fully pumped, to a shape sort of like a high stone plateau, made rounder by
her generous flesh, but still feeling like geography. He used both hands to
press it, and he could make it squeeze just a little, squeezing as hard as he
could.

"You're a man, and I'm a woman, John, and that's how we like it – but
sometimes men are soft and helpless, and women are hard and strong, and that's
how we are tonight. Isn't it, John," she asked, catching his head for the
third time this evening and headlocking his neck in her hard arm. "Isn't it?"
she demanded, shaking him a little.

"I'm helpless in your arms, anyway – you convinced me some while ago. You know
I always loved it when you wrapped your big arms and legs around me and
squeezed – I could tell you probably had more muscle than me," he kissed and
licked the nipple she gave him as he talked. "It's a miracle that a woman as
beautiful and strong as you wants me – why would I pass up this chance..."

Patty took his cock in her hands – it had been mainly hard for more than an
hour, and she began to squeeze it rhythmically, as she held him by the neck.
He moaned "Oh, no, please, let's fuck..."

"One more chance, cupcake – if you can pull my hand off your cock before you
come I'll open up for you right now."

Laughing again, they both struggled as John grabbed her wrist with both hands.
His leverage wasn't good, for she pulled his head back, stretching his back
and exposing his belly, and she just kept stroking and pulsing his member, her
forearm like a mass of hard ropes. In his restrained position he had no chance
of moving her arm with a two handed grip.

She stroked a little harder, and said "See, I get to do whatever I want with
your body. Oh, I'll fuck you, all right, Johnny – but I've been gettin' ideas.
I think the days of you slamming your featherweight body against my big pussy
are over. I think it'll be sometime tomorrow afternoon, after about two more
orgasms for you, and who knows how many for me, and you'll be buried under my
tits and hips. I want you just strong enough to get good and hard, but not
likely to come for an hour or so, or until I make you."

"No, please," he begged, his voice husky, "please fuck me now..."

She laughed out loud, "Oooo, I did a good job... my pussy just floods when you
beg me..." and she worked his cock hard and fast, bringing him to his second
orgasm of their strange, long date that day.

She held his cock as it softened, milking the last drops onto his stomach. She
put his mouth to her breast and pressed his face into her soft flesh. She
didn't mean to stop until he was hard again.

"So soft..." she whispered in his ear.