Want to Arm Wrestle Me, Honey? By Wanderer Not your usual arm wrestle story. This is adult material. Please do not read if you are under age 21 or laws in your country forbid you to do so. I was strutting around, me and my big muscles, my big boobs all but hanging out fully exposed, looking for guys at this fraternity party to arm wrestle me. That's what I did. I would cruise the fraternity parties, looking for patsies. I made a lot of money this way. All the guys in this fraternity couldn't take their eyes off my chest, especially when I would lean over and they got a view down to my navel. Sixty guys roaming around, getting drunk, all looking for a piece of ass. I would say, "Want to arm wrestle, honey?" and as I kind of leaned over they knew that arm wrestling me they could look straight down my blouse top, plus they were all so macho. They would laugh, "Sure, Hon," and we would bet a twenty or a fifty on the outcome. Man, were they surprised when they saw my big bicep come up- except when they were distracted looking down my blouse. So here comes this sorority pledge, eighteen at the most, a guest at this frat party, and she says, "Ooohh, I'd like to arm wrestle you." "Go away, kid, you bother me," I growled. "You're interfering with my gig here. I need to make next months rent," I said. "Ooohh, c'mon, let me try," she said Well, I knew she was going to pester me all night, so I might as well get her out of the way, slam her hand to the table, maybe break a bone or two, serve her right. "OK, you're on, get your ass over here, " I growled. She was only about 5'2" and I'm 5'10" so I had muscle and leverage and weight and everything else over her. I was going to relish this. We locked up and I pushed. Better to get it over with fast. Nothing happened. I pushed harder. Still nothing. "When are you going to start?" she asked. I was infuriated. I could beat every guy in this fraternity. I can't beat this little 5'2" like 120 pound eighteen year old sorority pledge? No way! "You're going down!" I gritted out through clenched teeth. "I'm waiting," this infuriating bitch said, ever so sweetly. "Argh, argh." I groaned with my maximum effort. It was then that I noticed the swelling in her upper right arm. It was unbelievable. I mean I have big muscles, 16 inch biceps, I can handle almost all these young macho fraternity boys, except maybe the football players, and I even get some of them. But her right arm seemed to grow and grow and fill up the peasant style blouse sleeve. I was amazed-I figured it was a trick to intimidate me. "What have you got in there? I know, it's a balloon. Very clever. How do you inflate it? Are you holding a pump in your left hand?" I asked, suspiciously. "Sorry," she said, "it's all me." "Yeah," I said, "well, I'm just going to pop it." I reached over with my left hand and squeezed. What a shock! It was all her! My God, I couldn't begin to get my fingers around it, and I just couldn't squeeze it at all! "Damn!" was all I could think of to say. "You sure must work out hard." "Since I was seven" Judy said, "but they're only 23 inches, so I hope to get bigger here at the university because the gym equipment they have here for the football players is so much better than what I have at home. But let's get back to business, let's get this over with, shall we?" With that she slammed my right hand down to the table. "Again!" I bellowed at her, frustrated. Same results, but now she didn't hesitate, she slammed my arm down to the table. "Left hand!" I yelled. Down I went. Tears began to well up in my eyes. Still my hand went down. "Right hand! Left hand! Right hand!" I had lost to men before, mainly big football guys, never to a female, and never to one only 5'2" and fifty pounds lighter than me. I was crying now, practically hysterical. Out of desperation I put up both hands to her one right hand and still I couldn't budge her. "Oh, poor baby," she said solicitously, "please don't cry, and she reached out and down my wide open neck blouse meant to attract the macho frat boys and fingered my nipple softly. God, I was so distressed I was concentrating on my two hands trying to put down her right hand, I hardly noticed what she was doing. Gradually she started cupping my breast with her left hand, gently squeezing, rubbing and manipulating. I'm not a lesbian, but I couldn't take the time to push her off, my two hands were occupied, and I felt my nipples begin to harden and lengthen. "Ohh, stop," I begged, "arm wrestle!" "Why?" she asked, "looks like I can do both at the same time!" Luckily the fraternity boys were so busy chasing the available skirts at the party they didn't notice the two girls sitting in the darkened corner of the room, arm wrestling, because they were used to me taking their money and only the pimply faced pledges who hadn't met me before were gullible enough to think they could take me. "Damn!" I exclaimed, even my crotch was getting moist now. This little bitch, smaller and four years younger than me, was not only besting me at my game, she was using me as some sort of sex object for her pleasure. And I was getting excited! No man had ever used me before, unless I wanted him to, and yet this small girl-child was controlling me, dominating me, as if I had no will of my own. For some reason I was getting apprehensive, I was getting scared, for about the first time in my life I was getting the feeling that I really didn't have control of what would happen next, that this small girl child, at least half a foot shorter and fifty pounds lighter than I was , would determine what happened next to me, according to her whim. Desperate now, I tried to pull away. She wouldn't let me go! She wrapped her fingers around my two hands and held me tight while continuing to fondle my breasts. I think it was a combination of frustration, arousal by this small dominating bitch, school problems, money problems, boy friend problems, lack of any control on my part, anyway I broke down, sobbing hysterically. Immediately Judy felt sorry for me. Gently she reached over and lifted me easily onto her lap. We must have looked funny to anybody who had cared to look. My tall 5'10" body sitting on this tiny 5'2" girl's lap, she speaking soothingly to me and gently caressing my oversized bosom, her hand disappearing down the open neck of my blouse. "There, there, sweetie," she consoled me, "it can't be all that bad." I continued to sob uncontrollably with my head on her shoulder. For some reason I just gave up. I would never let a man dominate me, but it just felt oh so comfortable to have this little girl do it. Was it because I felt safer with another female? I don't know, and I didn't care about figuring it out just now. I leaned my head on her shoulder, my cheek feeling the hardness of her deltoids, my lips nuzzling her strong neck. Somehow I felt so safe this way, as if I would never have to worry about another problem in my life. How could a little 18 year old 5'2" child make me feel so good, make all my troubles go away? As she massaged my breasts and tweaked my nipples I actually started to lean into her, pressing my body up tightly against her rock hard chest. My hands began roaming over her back, feeling the wide spread of her lats and the big rise of her trapezius. My God, I was enjoying it! She was so much more knowledgeable than any man I had ever been with. I felt my pussy getting wetter and wetter, my sighs becoming longer and longer. Judy stood up, carrying me in her strong arms up the stairs to one of the empty fraternity house bedrooms. All the fraternity boys were downstairs swilling beer and booze. There she had her way with me. Oh, I tried to resist feebly at first, but she was much too strong for me, Every other part of her body was in proportion to her 23" biceps. Big muscular thighs, 32", calves 22", and when she took off her big, sloppy sweat shirt I could see her boobs were every bit as large and impressive as mine, and mine are 42DD. She saw me staring at her arms, and with a big grin she flexed her biceps. I knew then that I had no choice but to do what she wanted. Even my 16 inch biceps which I was so proud of would be no match to hers. After all, I had tried to arm wrestle her with both my hands against one of hers and I had lost. She had me flat on my back on the bed as she straddled me. She leaned down a little and let me feel her flexed bicep. God, it was huge! I couldn't encircle it with both my hands! And it was unyielding to any pressure I could put on it. I could see I had no say in what would happen to me that night. She forced me to do things with her that I wouldn't even let men do with me. What was I going to do? Scream for help? Besides, even if I could get their attention all they would want to do is watch Judy have her way with me. The music was so loud downstairs no one would ever hear me. But she was gentle. Her soft hands cupped my double D's, her mouth and tongue worked my nipples until I was ready to scream in ecstasy. Then I had a mighty orgasm. I clutched her powerful shoulders as I spasmed, feeling the huge muscles under my fingers as she gently lifted me to her bosom, caressing my hair and soothing me with soft words. When I calmed down Judy carried me down the stairs and out to her car and drove me to her apartment. She is evidently quite pleased with me. I am her bitch now, but then I really don't have much say in the matter. She has a thing for me so I know she has me as long as she doesn't tire of me. We both go to the same college so I can't hide from her. She is very possessive, so even if I transferred to another school I think she might hunt me down and take me away. But there's a good side. I don't have to contend with groping male hands-she knows how to turn me on, she protects me from macho male jerks and she pays the rent, her parents are wealthy. I don't have to grub for money by exposing my bosom and arm wrestling pimply faced fraternity pledges for rent money anymore.