This is a very true story.
Jillian, my girlfriend, is also my upstairs neighbor. She is really nothing like a body-builder, but she does work-out pretty seriously. She has a very sultry and feminine figure (5' 6", 130 lbs.), and she's very curvy and sexy. But because of her interest in working-out, she really has developed a very athletic build, too. To put it simply: she has muscles. Not huge, but very obvious when she goes sleeveless. Come to think of it, she wears cap-sleeve tee-shirts and tank tops almost exclusively. She is 22, and very much into developing her body. We work-out together, and when she is able to up her weight on a lifting exercises, she throws her fists in the air like she just won the middleweight championship. She is very much into 'having muscles,' as she puts it, and being strong. And, to me, that is a very sexy thing. It seems to me too, that this is becoming more and more common for young women. When Jillian sees her friends, I often hear them talk about 'pumping-up,' and 'getting ripped.' 20 years ago this would have seemed strange for young women, but today it seems accepted and normal.
One day about six months ago, as a bit of playful fun, we were comparing our muscles. We even tape-measured each other, and it was very arousing. I can't remember all our measurements, but her bicep was 12 inches, and super sexy! Mine was 15 1/2', and I could tell she really liked measuring my muscle. in fact, this really turned us both on! Very playfully again, she asked me to arm wrestle her. We did and, of course, I let her win. Then she asked if we could do it again, and for me to really try, so I could feel how strong she was. We both knew that I would beat her, but she wanted to show me how strong she was. We did, and this time I offered more resistance, but let her win again, to which she became somewhat frustrated. "Come on," she said; "I want you to really try so you can see how strong I am." I said, "Jillian, I don't want to hurt you. - I could probably break your arm." She new just how to get me though. - She said; "Oh my god! Did I just really beat you!? I said , "No! I let you win." "Well then why are you afraid to really arm wrestle me?" she said. Now . . it was on!
From the moment we started, I could tell that Jillian was stronger than either of us might have guessed. I honestly tried to look cool - like I wasn't really trying - but I just couldn't bring her down. We were dead even. As we both strained, she screamed excitedly, "OH MY GOD . . . I'M AS STRONG AS YOU! !" Annoyed, surprised and embarrassed, I said, "NO YOUR NOT! !" "Then take me down!" she said. I couldn't, and it really bothered me. "Come on, MUSCLE-MAN, - TAKE ME DOWN!" she kept shouting. She was thinking she might just prove herself to be stronger than a man, and this idea made her push all the harder. I was scared as hell that I might really lose to a woman. Really, you've never seen two people go at it more intensely.
Finally, I let out a scream, and gave it one great push. Her arm gave in, but I just couldn't pin her wrist down. There was no hiding it now, she could see that she was basically as strong as me, and she loved it. For the next couple of minutes she wore me down and slowly pushed my arm down. She had me basically pinned, but I wouldn't admit it. She said, "YOUR DOWN!" And I kept saying, "NO I'M NOT!" It was my watch that finally did me in. She started banging its face very hard on the table, and I was done.
After she won, she looked at me and said, "Oh my god. . . I'm stronger than a dude! WOW!"
I tried to deny it, feebly claiming that i let her win again, but she knew better. I thought honestly that she might have gotten lucky and immediately challenged her again. This time she really whomped me. Five seconds and I went straight down!
She really wanted me to admit that she beat me, and that she was stronger than me. I finally said to her, "I can't believe it, but you really did beat me. You are really strong, Jillian.
Bur just because you beat me at arm wrestling doesn't make you stronger than me. you are a stronger arm wrestler, and your arms are maybe stronger than mine. But over-all I still think I'm stronger.
She slapped me hard and asked me if I wanted to fight about it. I was so enraged I slugged her right on the jaw as hard as i could. We exchanged several vicious punches. Because of my height, reach and weight advantage (I'm 5' 11', 185 lbs) i was able to pound her hard many times. She only hit me four or five times, but that alone was enough for me. She knocked me down twice. She hit me so hard on my bare chest that I just held my arms up in surrender and said, "enough. . . you win." She flexed and said, "you see that muscle? Try me again and I'll knock you out!" And we both knew she could do it, too.
Since then, believe it or not, we've had the best sex. She just pins me down (literally) and fucks my brains out. - All day and all night. She may be stronger, but I have muscles too, and she loves them. I also have a really big dick, and she just can;t get enough! No one has more exciting sex than we do!
We have fought a few times since too. But now we both know that she could pound me down any time. And I guess that's OK. And there's not much I can really do about it.
Jillian, my girlfriend, is also my upstairs neighbor. She is really nothing like a body-builder, but she does work-out pretty seriously. She has a very sultry and feminine figure (5' 6", 130 lbs.), and she's very curvy and sexy. But because of her interest in working-out, she really has developed a very athletic build, too. To put it simply: she has muscles. Not huge, but very obvious when she goes sleeveless. Come to think of it, she wears cap-sleeve tee-shirts and tank tops almost exclusively. She is 22, and very much into developing her body. We work-out together, and when she is able to up her weight on a lifting exercises, she throws her fists in the air like she just won the middleweight championship. She is very much into 'having muscles,' as she puts it, and being strong. And, to me, that is a very sexy thing. It seems to me too, that this is becoming more and more common for young women. When Jillian sees her friends, I often hear them talk about 'pumping-up,' and 'getting ripped.' 20 years ago this would have seemed strange for young women, but today it seems accepted and normal.
One day about six months ago, as a bit of playful fun, we were comparing our muscles. We even tape-measured each other, and it was very arousing. I can't remember all our measurements, but her bicep was 12 inches, and super sexy! Mine was 15 1/2', and I could tell she really liked measuring my muscle. in fact, this really turned us both on! Very playfully again, she asked me to arm wrestle her. We did and, of course, I let her win. Then she asked if we could do it again, and for me to really try, so I could feel how strong she was. We both knew that I would beat her, but she wanted to show me how strong she was. We did, and this time I offered more resistance, but let her win again, to which she became somewhat frustrated. "Come on," she said; "I want you to really try so you can see how strong I am." I said, "Jillian, I don't want to hurt you. - I could probably break your arm." She new just how to get me though. - She said; "Oh my god! Did I just really beat you!? I said , "No! I let you win." "Well then why are you afraid to really arm wrestle me?" she said. Now . . it was on!
From the moment we started, I could tell that Jillian was stronger than either of us might have guessed. I honestly tried to look cool - like I wasn't really trying - but I just couldn't bring her down. We were dead even. As we both strained, she screamed excitedly, "OH MY GOD . . . I'M AS STRONG AS YOU! !" Annoyed, surprised and embarrassed, I said, "NO YOUR NOT! !" "Then take me down!" she said. I couldn't, and it really bothered me. "Come on, MUSCLE-MAN, - TAKE ME DOWN!" she kept shouting. She was thinking she might just prove herself to be stronger than a man, and this idea made her push all the harder. I was scared as hell that I might really lose to a woman. Really, you've never seen two people go at it more intensely.
Finally, I let out a scream, and gave it one great push. Her arm gave in, but I just couldn't pin her wrist down. There was no hiding it now, she could see that she was basically as strong as me, and she loved it. For the next couple of minutes she wore me down and slowly pushed my arm down. She had me basically pinned, but I wouldn't admit it. She said, "YOUR DOWN!" And I kept saying, "NO I'M NOT!" It was my watch that finally did me in. She started banging its face very hard on the table, and I was done.
After she won, she looked at me and said, "Oh my god. . . I'm stronger than a dude! WOW!"
I tried to deny it, feebly claiming that i let her win again, but she knew better. I thought honestly that she might have gotten lucky and immediately challenged her again. This time she really whomped me. Five seconds and I went straight down!
She really wanted me to admit that she beat me, and that she was stronger than me. I finally said to her, "I can't believe it, but you really did beat me. You are really strong, Jillian.
Bur just because you beat me at arm wrestling doesn't make you stronger than me. you are a stronger arm wrestler, and your arms are maybe stronger than mine. But over-all I still think I'm stronger.
She slapped me hard and asked me if I wanted to fight about it. I was so enraged I slugged her right on the jaw as hard as i could. We exchanged several vicious punches. Because of my height, reach and weight advantage (I'm 5' 11', 185 lbs) i was able to pound her hard many times. She only hit me four or five times, but that alone was enough for me. She knocked me down twice. She hit me so hard on my bare chest that I just held my arms up in surrender and said, "enough. . . you win." She flexed and said, "you see that muscle? Try me again and I'll knock you out!" And we both knew she could do it, too.
Since then, believe it or not, we've had the best sex. She just pins me down (literally) and fucks my brains out. - All day and all night. She may be stronger, but I have muscles too, and she loves them. I also have a really big dick, and she just can;t get enough! No one has more exciting sex than we do!
We have fought a few times since too. But now we both know that she could pound me down any time. And I guess that's OK. And there's not much I can really do about it.
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