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, and I felt a rush of embarassment because she knew I was watching her muscles, 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 easy 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 and seen, thisafternoon, to be more than that, was all muscle, and I blushed hot, because my cock began to stiffen immediately. "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 quickly, and I had to relax my flex, letting her hand crush 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. Then she released my head, and grabbed my wrist, pulling my hand under the table. I saw her tongue flick over her lips, and she calmly poured us beers, smiling broadly. We sat and drank, she with her right hand, me with me left, and all the while my hand was pinned against Lisa's big thigh under the table. I grinned back, and took the opportunity to run my hand over her denim-covered thigh. It felt firm, and I twisted a little and squeezed. Lisa's hand tightened a little, and she rubbed my hand along her leg, pulling my arm along. Grinning wide, I pulled back confidently - but she just pulled my hand where she wanted it, looking me in the eye. 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 hard thigh. I stopped struggling and she 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. I was dumbstruck, I'll admit, but she snuggled against me, our hands between our legs. She was so lovely that I just decided to ignore her little game, and feel her thigh. "Did you like seeing me carry those boxes, Jack," she asked, almost serious. I blushed, and smiled, and admited that she looked great doing it. 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 realised that I felt almost helpless in this beautiful woman's grasp, as she guided me to her nearby apartment. I liked big, strong girls, in general, but I was used to being the strong member of a couple, nevertheless. While we walked, my arm imprisoned in Lisa's iron two-hand 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. She was squeezing my arm, slowly harder. I have (or had) that guy reflex, and I flexed firmly under her grip. But she again squeezed my hardest casual flex like it a rubber ball, digging her thumbs into my muscle. "Don't feel bad about being weaker than me, Jacky. I've hardly ever found a lover who was stronger than me, and I really kind of like it." She relaxed her grip some, and smiled up at me with those blue eyes, "You're cute, and I've been waiting for This. There's nothing sexier to me than a handsome man with a nice 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 blue 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, and said "Cause you're the guy, right?". I felt good, so I puffed out my chest, and 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, pretty 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. Think you're the big, strong boy here?", she said "How about if we 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, before I could gte me shorts off. 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,looking up at me, " 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, letting my member bob in the air. 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 gently 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, easy going as I am, 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 murmered, our lips touching, 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 calm you down, 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 could barely 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. She grinned and said,"There, all settled, my pretty boy!" she stretched beautifully, and brushed back her hair, and purred, "This is very nice, Jacky, 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, and press her firm breasts against her hard chest. "So, can you handle being so much weaker than your date, honey," she said, smiling into my eyes. She stroked me in turn, her hands kneading my chest and shoulders and arms like dough. " So soft, baby..." I blushed and squirmed and whispered that I had never been so turned on before, but I couldn't meet her eyes. As I caressed 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 never really had much in common, beside our little sexual agreement. 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...