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VICKI'S REVENGE
by amazonfan
Bruce re-visits Vicki - she's all grown up now.


"Twelve years," Bruce Matthews thought as his rental car approached
the outskirts of town.  "I can't believe it's been twelve years."  Bruce
had lived in Riverville until he was fifteen.  Then his father, who was an
electrical engineer, got a job with another company and they
moved away.

Bruce didn't follow his father's career footsteps.  Instead, Bruce
became a salesman after college.  Everyone said Bruce was a
natural because there wasn't anyone who didn't seem to take an
immediate liking to him.  The amateur psychologists among us
might have speculated that the reason he was so
outgoing was to compensate for his size.  Bruce was barely
5'5" and weighed 127 pounds.

Well, whatever the motivation was, Bruce was a hell of a good
salesman.  He had, at the age of 27, just become the youngest
regional sales manager in his company's history.  That promotion
brought about his relocation to the regional office that just happened
to be in Riverville.

Bruce stopped in at the office to let them know he'd arrived and
would be starting after the weekend and then realized he had
nothing to do for the rest of the afternoon.  He looked at his watch
and seeing it was a few hours before he'd have dinner, he decided
to drive over to his old neighborhood.

He was surprised at how little had changed.  He pulled in front of 5
Meadow Lane and stared with fond memories at the house he grew
up in.  Next door at 7 Meadow Lane, a woman was tending her
garden.  "It's gotta be," thought Bruce, and he hopped out of the
car.  "Mrs. Drake?" he called and the woman turned to face him. 
Sure enough it was.  The Drakes still lived at #7.

Bruce and Doreen Drake quickly got reacquainted.  "Do you know
where you'll be living?" she inquired.

"No, I just got into town."  he answered  "What I'd like to do is find
someplace to rent as quickly as I can.  Salesmen move around a lot,
so I'm probably not going to buy a house, at least not right away."

"Well I may just have the solution you're looking for," beamed Mrs.
Drake.  "Guess who became a real estate agent right here in town? 
Vicki!  I'll bet she'd be thrilled to help you find a place.  Let me phone
her."  Bruce's mind flashed back to a thirteen year old tomboy, his
next door neighbor, Vicki.  He remembered she'd had a bit of a crush
on him back then.

Five minutes later everything was set.  Vicki had a listing for a furnished
house that was available immediately for rental.  The price sounded
very reasonable.  Bruce would drive over and meet Vicki there for her
to show him the house.

When Bruce arrived at the property there was already a car in the
driveway, which has assumed was Vicki's.  A brand new Saab.  Not
doing badly for a 25 year old real estate agent, Bruce thought,
walking up the drive.  The front door was ajar, so he just walked in.

"Hello," he yelled, "Anybody home?"

"First left off the foyer," a voice replied.  It was Vicki's voice.

He turned the corner and saw her sitting on the couch, her legs
tucked underneath her.  She was glancing at a magazine.  She
smiled in warm recognition.  Vicki had been cute as a thirteen year
old, but the face of the woman smiling at him now was absolutely
beautiful.  Short curly blond hair.  Piercing blue eyes.  Perfect teeth. 
Radiant complexion.

"I can't believe it's been a dozen years, Bruce," she said, "Why
you've hardly changed a bit."  Bruce walked towards the couch.

At that point, Vicki began to untuck her legs to stand up and greet
Bruce.  He stopped dead in his tracks.  Dumbfounded.  He looked
up at her face and her bemused expression.  Vicki was 6'4" tall, nearly
a foot taller than Bruce!

"I can't say you haven't changed," he said, "Jeez, Vicki.  Look how
you've changed."

"Well, let's see," she said, "I was thirteen when you saw me last.  I was
a few inches shorter than you, maybe thirty pounds lighter.  Well
puberty hit and I just started growing in all directions.  It didn't stop until I
was a senior in college."

Vicki's reference to "growing in all directions" prompted Bruce to
quickly give her body the once over.  She was wearing extremely
loose fitting slacks and a top under a jacket, but even so, her clothes
couldn't hide the fact that she was far from anorexic.  Pretty well
stacked, too, he guessed.

Vicki stepped towards Bruce and he thought she was going to hug
him.  He quickly thrust out his hand to shake with hers.  Vicki smiled,
sensing that Bruce felt awkward, and took his offered hand.  Bruce
instantly realized that her hand was larger than his.  Her firm grip hinted
at commanding strength.

"Come on, let me show you around," Vicki offered.  She was warm,
but professional, as she began showing the house.  Bruce realized it
was an ideal choice - it was in showcase condition and had all the
furnishings he could possibly need.  The rooms were all extremely
spacious.  After touring the kitchen, living room and video room, Vicki
turned down a long hallway.

"The bedrooms are in this wing," she explained, "They all have
access to the pool outside.  The house was built with three bedrooms
including the master suite, each with its own bath.  But as you'll see,
one of them has been converted."  She swung open the door and
they walked into a fully equipped home gymnasium, filled with a
variety of weight machines and other exercise equipment.  One
large area was just covered with mats.

"I'd kill for a room like this at my place," she said.  "Instead I have to
go to the gym.  I hate it.  The people are so rude.  They just stare."

"You work out a lot?" Bruce asked.

"Oh, whenever I get the chance," Vicki responded nonchalantly.  She
grasped his upper arm and gave it a little squeeze.  "Maybe you
should think about taking this house just so you can spend some time
in here," she laughed.  Mentally she made note how small and soft his
upper arm was.

"I manage to keep in decent shape and I don't have a weight
problem," Bruce responded defensively, "But with or without the gym,
this place is terrific.  I think I'll take it."

"That's super," replied Vicki.  "I know you'll love it.  And I've got an idea
to make the deal even sweeter.  If you'll let me come over and use
the gym here, then I can quit my health club and I'll use the savings to
contribute to your rent."

Bruce knew that his rent was being paid for by the company, so her
contribution would make no difference to him.  One of his rules as a
salesman was to always try to put the other person in his debt.  You
never could tell how it would pay off.  And Vicki was a beautiful girl, in
spite of the fact she towered above him.  So he knew how to
respond to her offer.

"Vicki, we're old friends," he smiled, "You did me a big favor by finding
me this place so quickly.  I couldn't take any money from you.  You're
welcome to come over and use the gym any time you like."

"Oh, Bruce, you're so sweet," she gushed.  "Look, if you haven't
checked into the hotel, you can move in here right now.  Better than
spending the weekend in a hotel.  I'll call the office and have them
take care of all the paperwork.  I'll just need to see you tomorrow to
sign a few things."

"Great, let's do it." Bruce replied.

"Well, one thing is, you don't have any food in the house," Vicki
continued, "So what do you say we have dinner?"  She ran her fingers
down the lapel of Bruce's jacket as she stared invitingly into his eyes.

"My expense account is ready and waiting," Bruce replied.

"Great.  Since I know my way around and I love to show off my Saab,
why don't I pick you up about 7:30," Vicki proposed.  She walked up
close to Bruce and gently grasped his chin with her thumb and two
fingers.  She tilted his head up and bent over to kiss him gently on the
lips.  "It's been a long time, but I've never forgotten the way I felt
about you," she whispered, "I'm looking forward to tonight."  She
kissed him again, this time holding it a bit longer.

"Shit," thought Bruce as the door closed and Vicki left, "These females
never get over their first love.  And for Vicki, I think I'm it."  He was
flattered that a woman as attractive as Vicki had any interest in him at
all.  After all, a man his size didn't have a huge dating pool to choose
from.  But she was so much taller than he was.  They'd look silly
together if they ever dated.  Maybe he should just back out of dinner
that evening.

But an hour later when the doorbell rang, Bruce needed to only
open the door to change his mind.  Vicki looked even more radiant, if
that was possible.  She had on a billowy ankle length skirt and a
peasant style blouse with puffy sleeves.  The neckline scooped down
to the tops of two prominent, full breasts.  Bruce had guessed right,
she was stacked.

"Let me grab one thing and we can take off," Vicki said.  She ambled
back to the car and took a big duffel bag out of the trunk and carried
it one-handed towards the house.  Bruce asked what it was and Vicki
said she hoped he wouldn't mind if she dropped off some extra stuff
for her workouts in the gym.

"No, not at all," he replied, "Here let me carry that for you.  Is it heavy?"

"No, it's just some dumbbells," answered Vicki as she handed him the
bag.  CRASH!  The bag fell to the floor.  It was very heavy for Bruce. 
He grabbed the straps with his stronger right arm, but he knew right
away he wouldn't lift it.  He bent over to pick it up with both hands.

"No, don't do that," Vicki cried, pulling his arm away.  "Lift with your
knees, not your back.  You'll get hurt that way.  Here, you'd better let
me take it."  Vicki hoisted the duffel effortlessly with one hand and
sauntered down the hall to the gym, leaving Bruce standing in the
foyer trying to understand what he had just witnessed.

Vicki, returning to the foyer, could tell by the perplexed look on
Bruce's face that her little demonstration had gotten his attention. 
"What's the matter, Bruce," she asked, "Never seen a girl with muscles
before?"

"Well, um, well, I was just a bit surprised," stammered Bruce.

"At the fact that I could lift something you couldn't, or the fact that I
turned out to be pretty strong?" she continued her inquiry.  "I mean,
after all, you know I was always a tomboy when we were kids."

"Look, um, I ,uh, don't think your carrying that bag down the hall
means you've gotten that strong." he replied defensively, "So you're
bigger than I am.  I'm still a male and we have natural advantages."

Vicki chuckled, "Oh Bruce, here we are after all these years and we're
still competing.  I was always faster than you.  And I could play most
sports better than you.  The one thing I couldn't beat you at was
wrestling.  I'll admit you were stronger than me as kids.  But I have you
to thank for the way I am now.  I was never satisfied being weaker
than you, so I started lifting weights after you moved away.  Never
stopped.  Here, feel."

Vicki pointed to her right upper arm, still covered by the puffy sleeves
of her blouse.  Bruce placed his hand on top of her biceps.  He was
surprised at the hefty bulk he felt.  But he was shocked an instant later
when she flexed and the muscle exploded under his hand.  The
muscle turned rock hard and seemingly doubled in size.  His hand
couldn't make it halfway around her arm!

"Okay.  Show's over." Vicki announced, "I'm hungry.  What do you say
we go eat."

Bruce was fairly quiet on the drive over to the restaurant, letting Vicki
do the talking, pointing out the things that had changed in Riverville
over the years.  His mind was swimming with the sensations of that
incredible biceps muscle coming to steely life in his hand.  He wished
he could see her flex again, without the hindrance of her sleeve
blocking his view.  He wondered what else her bulky clothes were
hiding.

Bruce noticed the stares and whispers as they entered the restaurant
and felt a bit uncomfortable.  Their table wasn't ready and they
retreated to the dimly lit bar to wait.  Two guys who'd obviously been
having an extended happy hour were sitting there.  They were
poking each other and pointing at Bruce and Vicki, laughing.  Bruce
was embarrassed.  Vicki was getting pissed off.

She called the maitre d' over to the table and politely explained that
the two drunks at the bar were getting rowdy and making it
unpleasant.  The maitre d' smiled, trying to be nonchalant about
staring down Vicki's cleavage, started making excuses.  Vicki stood
up and glared at the shorter maitre d', "You'd better do something
fast, or there'll be a scene here you'll sorely regret."  Within a minute,
the two drunks were being escorted to the door.

"You always get your way?" Bruce asked, complimenting Vicki.

"Power has its privileges," she said.  Their table was ready and they
strolled into the dining room.  More stares and whispers, but Bruce just
focused his attention on Vicki.  The meal was great and the time
passed pleasantly.

As they exited the restaurant and made their way through the parking
lot, Bruce spotted the two drunks who'd been thrown out earlier.  "Oh
shit," he thought, "This is trouble." as he surveyed the two guys.  One
stood a little over 6' and looked like he weighed 250.  His buddy was
almost as tall, but not as heavy, maybe 160.  They were leaning
against a van parked next to Vicki's Saab.

"A broad shouldn't cause trouble," sneered the heavier guy,
"Especially if she's gonna have some runt as her protection."

"You can back away, or this can be over very quickly," responded
Vicki coolly.

"Fuck you," he replied, "Nobody gets me thrown out of the bar.  You
can watch me kick the crap out of this midget and then maybe you'll
want to go home with a real man."  He grabbed his crotch for
emphasis.

"I'll bet your dick is even smaller than your pea brain," she said to her
antagonist.  Angered, he lumbered forward at Vicki.  Suddenly she
spun and kicked, landing her heel flush against the side of his jaw with
a sickening thud.  He dropped to the asphalt like a stone, out cold. 
Vicki advanced to his partner, who was retreating in shock.  But he ran
out of room when he backed up against the van.

Vicki grabbed him under the armpits and picked him up a good foot
off the ground.  Then she rammed his whole body against the van. 
He groaned loudly.  She rammed him again and he began
sobbing, begging her to stop.  She rammed him one more time and
let him go, his limp body sliding down to the pavement.

Bruce stood there stammering.  Vicki had beaten up two guys in less
than thirty seconds.  "I, I, I think we'd b-b-better get out of here."

"Yeah, the fun's over," she winked.  "Unless you'd like to have a little
fun back at your place."

"I think we'd better call if a night," Bruce replied, "I was driving all day
and I'm kinda bushed."  In reality Bruce was quite awake, jarred by
the show of brute strength he'd just seen.  But his instincts told him to get
away from Vicki and figure out what was developing here.  Vicki
seemed a bit disappointed and was quiet driving him back from the
restaurant.  When they got back to Bruce's place she got out of the
car.

"Since I drove you, instead of you driving me, I get cheated out of
the traditional escort your date to the front door for a good night kiss,"
she smiled, "Do I still get my kiss?"  Vicki stepped close to Bruce. He
could see he'd have to crane his neck way up to kiss her. Even so
she'd still have to bend down.  Their lips met tentatively at first, then
Vicki responded with more pressure.  The kiss lingered and their
passion grew.  Bruce felt Vicki's arms embrace him and draw him
closer.  For the first time he could feel her body against his and feel
how rock solid it was.  Bruce could feel himself becoming aroused,
both by the passion of the kiss and the awesome body pressing
against his.  He was afraid she'd feel his hard-on so he tried easing his
body away from hers a bit.  But Vicki was becoming the sexual
aggressor.

Her hands slid down his back and boldly cupped his buttocks. 
Suddenly she broke the kiss and whispered, "Here, try it this way."  With
that she grabbed his ass and lifted him off the ground, scooping him
up in her arms so his face was even with hers.  She pulled him even
tighter and kissed him again, her tongue thrusting into his mouth.  She
could feel his erection pressed against her abs and felt herself
becoming wet.  She was thrilled that she could arouse her old flame
so quickly and easily.

Bruce shoved both hands against her shoulders and pulled his head
back crying, "Please Vicki. No!"

"What's the matter, Bruce?" she asked, her feelings hurt.

"Too much.  Too fast." he muttered, "Oh please Vicki don't ask me to
explain myself.  I'm really tired.  Please let's call it a night."  Dejectedly,
Vicki put Bruce down.  Maybe she was pushing it a little fast.  But there
was no mistaking his erection.  She had turned him on.  She would
make him hers.

"Sorry, sometimes I just get carried away when I'm with the right guy,"
she said sweetly, "No harm done?"

Bruce said no and watched Vicki get back in the Saab and drive
away.  Once inside the house, he closed and bolted the door.  He
was glad he had brought some liquor with him.  He went to the bar
and poured himself a double scotch and sat down.  His mind
replayed the evening.  He kept returning to the images of Vicki
showing off her immense strength and each time he did his cock got
hard.  She was a one in a million woman, he thought, and she has a
thing for me.  He admitted to himself that she was enormously
attractive to him too.  He went to bed wondering what the future
would bring.

[robojoe]

Part 2

CLANK! CLANK! KERCLANK!  Bruce awakened to an unaccustomed
noise and checked his watch.  7:45.  What was that noise?  He
padded down the hallway in his pajama bottoms and realized the
sound was coming from the gym.

He opened the door.  It was Vicki, working out.  She was at one of the
machines and her back was to him.  She hadn't realized he'd come
in.  Bruce slowly took in the sight.  Even though he knew from last night
that she was big and strong, he had never imagined she'd look like
this.  Gone were the baggy clothes, replaced by a thong bikini.  From
the back, Vicki looked like a linebacker, with broad, broad shoulders
and a densely muscled back, including some of the widest lats he'd
ever seen.  Her glutes were as round and hard as bowling balls.  And
her arms, he thought, good grief!  Her arms were enormous, with
biceps somewhere between a softball and a grapefruit and triceps
that were steel bands.  And that was just the view from the back.  He
started moving around to view her from the side, when he caught her
attention.

"Oh good morning, I hope I didn't wake you up," she said brightly, "I
love to have my first work out early.  I thought I'd be quiet if I kept the
door closed."  Bruce acknowledged it was okay since he usually got
up at that hour.  "Good.  I brought you some stuff for breakfast.  Is that
okay?"  Bruce said sure.  "Well, do you mind if I exercise some more
before we eat?"

"No.  Not if you don't mind my watching," he replied, "If I'm going to
use this stuff I want to see how it's done."  He said that as an excuse. 
He was really dying for her to resume on the pec dec machine
because before him was his vision of the perfect pair of full firm
breasts, a healthy bit larger than average - but not silicone-stripper
size.  She placed her elbows against the pads and swung them
around, squeezing her breasts together at the end to accentuate her
cleavage.

"I hope you don't think I'm just trying to show off," she said, "I don't
normally work out in a bikini.  I only wore this because I thought I might
do some laps in the pool if you still hadn't gotten up by the time I
finished my work out," Vicki explained.

"Vicki, I've never seen a body like yours in my life," Bruce confessed. 
Vicki stopped her exercise and stood up.

"Yeah, but do you like what you see?" she asked, turning 360¡ slowly. 
Bruce nodded yes.  Vicki beamed.  "Want to know my stats?"  Bruce
nodded yes.  "I'm 6'4" tall.  I weigh 227 pounds."

"That's 100 pounds more than me!" interrupted Bruce, "I wouldn't have
thought you were that much."

"That's cause it's all muscle and in all the right places, silly," she
continued, "For example, my quads, I mean my thighs, are bigger
than my waist.  26 inches versus 23.  My calves are 16.  They need
more work.  38 inch hips.  My upper arms are nice.  Between 17 1/2
and 18 inches depending on how pumped they get.  And if you
measure all the way around my chest here, including my back which
is pretty wide, I measure 48, a few inches more if I take a big breath."

"Incredible." was all Bruce could say.

"Well I owe it all to good genes, hard work, and you."  Vicki said.  "It
took years to build up to this.  And to think, if once upon a time you
hadn't been able to beat me in wrestling, this might never have
happened."  Vicki extended one leg, pointing her toe and flexing the
whole leg while simultaneously striking a double biceps pose.  All
Bruce could see were huge hard muscles.  He could not believe his
eyes.  He felt a tingle in his balls.  If she kept this up, he was going to
get a hard on.

Vicki recognized the goofy expression on his face and knew she was
reigniting the same flames of arousal she'd provoked the night
before.  She wanted to push him further this time - much further.  She
walked closer to Bruce and flexed her left biceps right in front of his
eyes.

"Go ahead.  Give it a feel." she invited.  Bruce realized his fingers
were almost trembling as he placed his hand on top of her peaked
biceps.  It was a rock.  And it was so damn big!  Vicki nonchalantly
glanced down.  Bruce had a slight bulge in his pj's that wasn't there a
moment ago.

"You know Bruce," she said, about to set her trap, "I'll admit I owe you
something for giving me my early inspiration to get strong.  But you've
got to admit you owe me something from the old days too."

"What do you mean?  What do I owe you?" he asked.

"An apology.  And a chance to get even."

"What?  What are you talking about?"

"Oh, Bruce, you remember." she explained.  "You know I had a crush
on you back then.  I played sports, anything I could, to interest you. 
But I was little and younger and you didn't want to have anything to
do with me.  The only reason you wrestled me was because I was the
only kid you could beat.  But finally you just didn't want me hanging
around.  So remember what you did?  Remember that time you
wrestled me in front of all the other kids and you pulled down my
panties and gave me a spanking, calling me a little baby?  That was
so humiliating for me, not only being bare ass, but being treated that
way by the boy I liked so much."

The memory came back to Bruce in a lightening flash and he just
stood there, embarrassed.  "I'm sorry," he said, "Kids can do some
pretty stupid things.  I shouldn't have acted that way."

"Well, I got my apology," said Vicki, "But you don't get off that easy. 
Now I want my chance to get even."

"What do you mean?"

"Come on Bruce.  We're going to wrestle.  For old times sake. Aren't
you going to let a girl recapture her dignity?"  Vicki laughed.  She
grabbed one of his wrists and pulled him over to the mats.

"You can't be serious," Bruce said.

"Of course I am," she giggled, "I dreamt for years about getting even
with you.  So you think I'm going to pass this chance up?  C'mon I
won't hurt you.  It'll be fun.  It'll be like old times.  Only I'm going to win."

Vicki crouched down and began to pursue Bruce.   Even crouching,
she still towered over him.  He pushed and slapped her hands away,
trying to stay out of her grip.  But he knew that tactic wouldn't work for
long.  He ducked under her arms and charged, shoulder first, straight
at her stomach, hoping to knock her back and tackle her.  But when
he hit her, nothing happened.  She hardly moved a half step.  Vicki
bent over and wrapped her arms around Bruce and yelled, "Upsy
daisy!"  Effortlessly she lifted him clear off the mats and swung him up
so he was perched across her shoulder.

"AAH!  Look out.  Be careful.  You'll drop me," he shouted.

"No I won't silly!  You're as light as a feather.  I'm holding you with one
arm.  You afraid I can't control your weight?  Watch this."  Vicki shifted
Bruce in her arms and put one hand under his butt and the other
behind his neck.  Then she pressed him up till her arms were
completely extended up over her head.  She lowered and raised
him with ease several times.

"Ta da!" she exclaimed as she walked around the mats in a circle. 
"Imagine if I'd been able to do this back when we were kids. 
Imagine how you'd have felt if the kids saw me doing this to you."

"Put me down!" Bruce howled.

"You didn't say 'Please'.  Besides, Bruce, I don't think you realize it yet,
but you're in no position to be giving any orders."

"PUT ME DOWN!"

"Okay!"  Vicki replied and let Bruce crash a good eight feet down to
the mats.  Bruce grunted and groaned and rolled onto his back.  The
next thing he felt was Vicki's foot being planted down squarely in the
middle of his chest.  She put her weight behind it and Bruce grunted
again, fearing his chest would cave in from the pressure being
applied.  He grabbed her ankle with both hands and tried twisting left
or right to get her foot off his chest, but he couldn't budge it.  Vicki
giggled at his feebleness.  His eyes traced up the long, huge, heavily
muscled leg, past the washboard stomach, out over the rack of her
large breasts, to the arms that had just held him up so high, so easily.

She knew what he was looking at and she rhythmically flexed her
biceps, the balls of muscle surging and hardening.  "Look how easy it
is for me to pin you," she said.  She clasped her hands behind her
neck and alternated flexing each arm.  "Imagine if I'd been able to
do this years ago," she said.  Bruce was nearly hypnotized by her
muscles.  "Or this," she added seductively.  Vicki flexed her chest
muscles so that her breasts bounced up and down in tandem with
her biceps.

"Imagine I had looked like this."  Vicki untied the knot behind her neck
and peeled off her top.  Bruce was astonished.  As a connoisseur of
ample breasts, he was amazed how firm hers were.  They jutted
straight out.  Vicki started to slide her foot down Bruce's chest towards
the tent pole in his pajamas.  He managed to push her foot sideways
and slithered free.  He sprang to his feet.

"Look Vicki, this is getting crazy," he said defensively.

"Like you don't have any control over what's happening?"

"Yeah, I guess that's it."

"Well, you're right." she smiled.  "You don't have any control over
what's happening.  I do.  And I'm just getting started."  Vicki sprang
forward and in two strides caught Bruce.  She grabbed his wrist and
pulled him towards her, slamming him against her unyielding
physique.  She picked him off the mats in a bear hug.  She could
have trapped his arms, but she knew he couldn't free himself.  She
squeezed his ribcage, forcing the air from his lungs and making it hard
for him to get another breath.  She could feel his erection against her
solid abs and it reminded her of last night.  She started to get wet
again.

Bruce, meantime, pawed at her mammoth arms in futility, panicking
at the obvious ease with which Vicki could administer such force. 
"Please Vicki, I can hardly breathe," he pleaded.  She tightened her
python hold to show him she was not at her limit, although he was at
his.  "Oh, God you're so strong!" he moaned.

"And you love it," she remarked.

"No, I don't.  It hurts!"

"You sound like a little boy, Bruce.  And you're so light in my arms, you
feel like a little boy.  Do you want me treat you like a little boy?  Little
boys don't get hard ons like the one I feel.  Why not admit my muscles
turn you on?"

"Vicki, you've got to stop this," Bruce pleaded.

"You are a stubborn little guy, aren't you?  I thought you'd play along
with me, but it looks like you're going to need some more
persuading."  Vicki scooped Bruce up over her shoulder and body
slammed him to the mats like a pro wrestler.  Bruce felt the jolting pain
all the way up his spinal chord.  She reached down, grabbed his
ankles, lifted his legs off the mat and spread them wide.  She stepped
between his legs and changed her grip, hooking her arms under and
around his thighs.  She pressed her arms against her sides to hold him
in place.  Stepping forward she pulled his body up further until little
more than his head and shoulders were touching the mat.  Bruce was
hanging upside down, his legs useless.  There was little or nothing he
could do to free himself.

She took hold of the snap closures of his pajamas and let Bruce
squirm in panic at the prospect of what she would do next.  "This is for
not admitting this body of mine turns you on"  She unsnapped the top
snap.  "And this is to get even.  I want you bareass cause that's what
you did to me."  She unsnapped the second, remaining snap.  That
made an opening wide enough for Bruce's swelling member to
spring into view.

"Cause and effect.  Action and reaction.  You can't deny this," she
remarked as she casually squeezed his penis.  She rubbed the head
between her thumb and index finger to get him fully erect.  "Just think
of all the things I can do to this," she cooed.

"Vicki, don't do that!" Bruce pleaded.  A mix of emotions tore through
him.  There was an undeniable excitement from being so completely
dominated by such a powerful, erotic woman.  There was the fear
that this arousal and her direct physical stimulation would cause him to
lose control and climax.  And there was the embarrassment that she
was so much bigger that she might think he wasn't big enough to fuck.

Vicki cupped her hands on Bruce's butt cheeks and pulled his crotch
against her boobs.  She wriggled herself against him and then
decided she'd better stop, realizing that she was threatening to
make him come, judging by the way he was gasping and writhing. 
She held the waistband of his pajamas and started lifting up as she
relaxed her hold on him with her arms.  Bruce slid one way - down to
the mats - his pajamas went the other.

"How come you never got a boner like that when we used to
wrestle?" Vicki teased as she jumped on top of Bruce and pinned
him, straddling his chest.  "If I had this body back then, I'll bet you'd
have told your dad you'd refuse to move.  Hell I could have just told
him myself."

"Mr. Matthews, I'm afraid young Bruce here won't be leaving.  He
seems to have grown attached to this big body of mine.  Keeps
getting these boners.  Keeps losing to me at wrestling.  What's that you
say?  You don't believe I can beat him?  Well check this out Mr.
Matthews."

Vicki spun around so she was facing Bruce's feet and spread out on
top of him.  She was too heavy and strong for Bruce to move.  She
grabbed his hair and pulled his head up between her gigantic thighs. 
As the twin pillars of muscle tightened around his skull Bruce groaned. 
His face was just inches from her hard glutes.  He watched the balls of
muscle jump as she applied bursts of pressure.  He patted her thighs in
submission.

"See how easy that was Mr. Matthews?" she said, "And I've got your
little boy in the perfect position here to kiss my ass.  What's that you
say?  Your son's not an ass kisser?  Look again Mr. Matthews."  Vicki
squeezed Bruce's head again until he submitted again.  Then she
raised up on her knees and untied her thong bottom.  She slid forward
so her buttocks were right above his face.

Bruce knew that he had no choice but to kiss the cheeks he had
spanked years ago.  He lifted his head up and planted his lips on her
ass.  Vicki leaned forward and let Bruce's tongue find her wet pussy. 
Now, finally giving in to her, he was anxious to please her.  She, in turn,
would add to his pleasure.  She easily took the entire length of his
cock in her mouth.

Bruce had never had a woman deep throat him before and he
shuddered with excitement.  Here he was lying beneath a gorgeous
amazon, a woman whose strength dwarfed his, whose muscular
physique and voluptuous curves intoxicated him.  He was powerless
to do anything but her bidding, and yet there was nothing he wanted
to do more.  He gave himself over to her completely at that
moment.

Vicki was moaning with the deep urgency of a woman approaching
climax.  She too knew that Bruce was hers, that in less than 24 hours she
had won back the love she thought she'd lost a dozen years ago. 
He could not withstand her power.  She could do with him as she
pleased.  Whether she took him as her lover or whether she spurned
him as he once spurned her, well that decision could wait.  For right
now the erotic power of her domination and Bruce's tongue were
combining to drive her to orgasm.

She sat straight up, allowing the waves of pleasure to surge up and
roll over her.  When she finished she looked down at Bruce's cock,
waving in the air, searching for release.  She thought back to that
spanking and knew she had not yet gotten even.  She would not suck
him off.  She would do something far more fitting.

She scooped Bruce up in her arms, cradling him effortlessly like a
small child.  She stood up and carried him over to one of the
benches.  The look on his face was equal parts fear and confusion. 
She rolled him over in her arms as she sat down on the bench.  By the
time the realization of what she was doing hit him, it was too late.

He was draped over her legs, his erection trapped between her
oaken thighs, his ass sticking up in the air.  WHACK!  Her open palm
smacked hard against his butt, the full power of those prodigious arms
applied with force.  His ass burned from the first strike.  There were
more to come.

"Now I'm getting even," she laughed, as her hand rained down on his
defenseless ass time and time again.

"Please.  Please stop," he begged as tears of humiliation ran down
his face.

But Vicki could feel that his cock was still hard.  She would ignore his
pleas.  She flexed her thighs, squeezing his cock in time with her
spanking.  Bruce could no longer control himself.  His cock erupted
between her thighs.

Knowing he was spent, Vicki pushed him off her legs, onto the floor. 
She stood up and struck a double biceps pose.

"The new wrestling champion of Riverville, ladies and gentlemen, the
incredible Vicki Drake!" she exclaimed.  "Any time you want a
rematch little man, you let me know."

The End

[Killbit]

My Life with Sheila
by amazonfan
What's it like to live with an amazon? 


If any of you guys are wondering what it would be like to live with a
woman who's bigger and stronger than you, let me tell you it's great! 
For the past two years, I've lived with a real-life Amazon.  She loves
to wrestle me and she always wins.  And she can force me to do whatever
she wants.

Sheila stands 5'10" and weighs a rock hard 180 pounds.  In contrast I'm
5'8" and weigh 140.  Her weight more than offsets any natural advantage
I'd have in upper body strength.  On top of this, Sheila lifts weights. 
Her upper arms measure a bulging 161/2", a full four inches bigger than
mine.  Her upper body is so strong she can pick me up and toss me around
like I weigh nothing.

Her legs are killers.  When she gets me between her 25" thighs, it's
guaranteed submission time.  No one could withstand the full pressure of
her legs.  She just loves to lie back and squeeze me until I'm groaning
in submission.

We usually wrestle for about a half hour, with Sheila trying to rack up
as many victories as possible in that time period.  We count victories
by either being put in a hold and not being able to get out of it or by
submission.  Sheila is quite spontaneous, so I never know when she'll
want to wrestle.

Take the other evening for example.  I came home from work and went up
to the bedroom to get changed.  I was down to my underwear when Sheila
sneaked up behind me.  She grabbed me and lifted me up, draping me over
her shoulder.

"It's championship wrestling time," she shouted, "With the undefeated
champion, Sheila the amazing Amazon.  Watch as she overwhelms her
hapless opponent."  She spun me around a few times and then threw me
onto the bed.  "Were you getting changed?" she teased, "Here let me
help."  Sheila grabbed my shorts and yanked them off.  She jumped on top
of me and straddled my chest.  She had me pinned with her legs on top of
my arms in seconds.  She ran one hand up her other arm, pausing to
caress her biceps.  She flexed it and the huge ball of muscle grew and
hardened.

She glanced over her shoulder to see if I was getting an erection.  The
sight of her biceps always turns me on.  Obligingly, she struck a double
biceps pose.  "There are times when I think you like my biceps better
than my boobs," she said.  Sheila peeled off her sweatshirt and unhooked
her bra.  Her melon-sized breasts spilled out.  Despite their size, her
breasts do not sag.

Sheila pinned my arms out to the sides and leaned over so her breasts
were inches above my face.  Distracted by her mountainous mammaries, I
didn't notice her entwining her legs around mine.  By the time I did, it
was too late.  She had the grapevine hold set and she began to spread my
legs apart.  Sheila always gets me to submit with her grapevine.  She
smacked my face with her boobs and mashed them against me.

"I bet I could smother you out with my tits," she asked, "Sometime I'm
going to have to try it.  But right now it's time for you to cry uncle." 
Sheila spread me wider and wider until the pain was unbearable.

"All right.  Uncle.  Uncle." I yelled.  Sheila hopped off the bed to the
floor and grabbed my arm to yank me to my feet.  We grabbed at each
other and Sheila got the upper advantage and bent me over and started
pushing my head down.  She forced my head between her thighs and put me
in a standing head scissors.  After crushing me between her legs for
awhile, she bent over and, wrapping her arms around my waist,
effortlessly picked me up so I was hanging upside down in her arms.  She
walked to the side of the bed and dove forward, pulverizing me under her
solid body.  She bounced her ass up and down on my back with such force
that she got a submission win.

"Did you have a rough day at the office?" she inquired, "You seem
especially wimpy tonight.  You know what I do if I don't think you're
trying!"

That wouldn't be good news.  Sheila might put me in a lingering
submission hold - usually crushed between her thighs - and really make
me suffer for awhile.  Or Sheila might not let me have sex with her that
night.  So I begged her to believe that I was trying.

"Well maybe you're right," she continued, "I feel really strong
tonight."  We were both standing at the foot of the bed.  Sheila stuck
one hand between my legs and started picking me up, supporting me with
her other hand on my chest just below my neck.  She had me up shoulder-
high.

"Really strong," she repeated.  She pressed me all the way up over her
head!  "Now you're about 7 feet off the floor." Sheila explained.  "You
can submit and be dropped four feet to the soft bed.  Or not submit and
crash 7 feet onto a hardwood floor.  After which time I will pick you up
and do it again and again until you do.  What's your call?"

"I give.  I give."  I yelled, knowing full well that she'd do exactly
what she said.

"Another win!" she exclaimed as she threw me down onto the mattress. 
Sheila peeled off her bikini panties and turned around to give me a good
view of her gorgeous buns of steel.  "I'm going to make you kiss my
ass," she laughed.  She dove on the bed and we struggled for several
minutes.  Actually it would be more honest to say that Sheila manhandled
me while waiting for me to wear myself out --  which didn't take long
considering her strength and size.  Finally, when I was all but
exhausted, Sheila positioned herself behind me.  She slapped on a full
nelson and wrapped her thighs around my waist.  When she applies this
combination hold she says she's in the driver's seat hold, because she's
in complete control.  There's nothing I can do to break free.

"I want to hear you beg for mercy," she declared.  "I want you to beg to
kiss my ass.  I want you to ask permission to massage my legs and back." 
The huge coiled muscles of her thighs tensed and began to crush my soft
defenseless sides.  In moments the pressure became unbearable and yet
Sheila was applying far less than full force.  I held out as long as I
could but inevitably the words came pouring out in anguish.

"Please Sheila, I beg you.  You're crushing me.  You're too strong. 
Please stop," I'd beg.  But Sheila would ignore me and add more
pressure.  "No!  No!  No more!  I'll do anything you want.  Please let
me worship your ass.  Please let me give you a massage."  Sheila laughed
with delight at my submission and my helplessness.  She squeezed a bit
longer and then finally let me go by rolling sideways and pushing off
the bed onto the floor.  I lay there waiting for the pain to ease.

"You better get off that floor in a hurry," she said sternly, "Because
if you don't and I have to come after you..."

I pulled myself up.  Sheila was stretched out on the bed, stomach down. 
She patted herself on the butt and said, "Start here."  I knelt down,
straddling her thighs and began to plant kisses on her round firm
glutes.  "Squeeze them.  Knead them like bread dough," she ordered.  I
obeyed.  She sighed with contentment.  "Now give me a massage," she
commanded.

I began with the thick knots of muscle of her shoulders, down to the
broad expanse of her lats, out briefly to her triceps, and continuing
down her solid physique to the narrow taper of her waist at her lower
back.  Just to feel her muscles was to sense the incredible power she
possessed.  Next I proceeded to her mighty thighs, the same weapons that
had just pulverized me.  The soft sensuality of her skin.  The mind-
boggling mass of solid muscle.  Sheila spread her legs to allow me to
massage the insides of her thighs.  I wondered if I should stroke her
pussy, now invitingly in view.  I hesitated because Sheila hadn't given
me permission and so she might choose to punish me.  My hands began to
tremble.

Sheila sensed this and rolled over onto her back.  Her eyes instantly
locked onto my full-fledged erection.  She cupped her breasts with both
hands and then slid them down across her washboard stomach as she spread
her legs wide.  One hand slipped down to her pussy as she asked, "So do
you think you can survive sex with an amazon?"  She sat up part way and
struck another double biceps pose.  "You think you can handle this?" she
asked again.

I nodded yes, almost afraid to speak.  Sheila leaned forward and reached
for my hard on.  "You look so aroused I bet you'd come before you even
got this in me," she said.  "That's the power my body has over you. 
You're helpless physically and sexually.  Admit it."  Sheila kept
holding my cock with one hand while she flexed her other arm.  It took
every ounce of control to keep from shooting my wad.

"Yes you're right.  You're in control." I blurted out.

"Then I have a challenge for you," she said, "A chance to prove you're
man enough to put your penis inside me."  She let go of me and lay back
flat on the bed.  "I want you to sit astride my chest, just below my
boobs."  she explained, "Then I want you to try to pin my shoulders to
the bed for a count of three.  I'm giving you a tremendous advantage,
you'll admit.  If you can't pin me, you can't fuck me."

Well there was no way of backing down from this challenge, even though I
suspected that Sheila never would have offered to put herself in this
position unless she thought she still had a definite chance of winning. 
She smiled confidently as I positioned myself on top of her.  Of course
my erect cock ended up right in her cleavage.  Sheila chuckled and
pushed her boobs together around my cock.

"If you're not careful you know what's going to happen," she teased. 
She lifted one shoulder up off the bed.  "All right, see if you can pin
me," she said.

I grabbed her wrists and started pulling her hands off her breasts.  But
Sheila instead crossed her hands over her breasts and held them there
tightly, trapping my cock again.  She was so strong that I could barely
move her hands.  She'd roll one shoulder, then the other, off the
mattress.  "What's the matter?" she asked, "Can't get my arms to go
where you want?  Too weak to pin me?"

I gazed at the huge, hard muscles of her upper arms and realized I was
fighting a losing battle.  She was too strong for me.  But I wasn't
going to give up yet.  I decided to try a different position.  I moved
sideways so I was lying across her, our bodies forming a T shape.  I
hoped I could pin her shoulders by lying across them.

But Sheila had other plans for me.  She positioned one hand under me on
my chest and the other hand on my crotch.  "Do you know how much I can
bench press?" she asked, "Do you realize that I start out my sets
lifting more than you weigh?  And I max out at 250 for eight reps?  I
can bench more than 100 pounds more than you weigh.  And you think
you're going to pin me in this position?  Think again."

And with that Sheila bench pressed me right off her!  And laughed as she
did a half dozen reps with me.

"You're so strong!" I said admiringly.

"You're so helpless," Sheila replied as she held me above her.  I
realized that both of her shoulders were touching the bed.  So I counted
to three as fast as I could.

"You call that a pin?" yelled Sheila as she dumped me on the bed.  "I
was in complete control.  Wasn't I?"

I knew I had cheated, but it was fun teasing Sheila and besides I still
wanted to fuck her.  "I counted to three while your shoulders were both
touching the bed," I said, "That sounds like a pin to me."

"No, this is a pin," Sheila exclaimed as she jumped on top of me and
instantly subdued me.  She put her knees on top of my shoulders and
struck a double biceps pose in victory.  "Can you feel the difference?"
she asked.  She was too heavy to budge an inch.

"Yes," I answered meekly, rejected by the ease and speed with which
she'd pinned me.  But I was also still quite aroused from the sight of
her immense muscles flexed before me.  She spun around so she was facing
my feet and planted her rock hard ass right on my face.

"Maybe I should grind your nose off," she threatened, "For claiming that
you pinned me.  You've never beaten me because I'm too big and strong
for you.  Am I right?"

"I know I can't beat you," I answered, "You're too powerful."

"Well I'm not going to let you fuck me tonight as punishment for
claiming that pin," she said, "But you are going to have to satisfy me
with your tongue."

"Please.  Please let me come," I begged.

"You want to come.  I'll make you come," she replied "But you'll come
the way I want you to."  I felt Sheila's hands encircle my erection. 
Then she started massaging my balls.  "I bet there's a big load in here
just waiting for me to push you over the edge," she purred.

"Please," I whispered, bucking my hips, looking for release.

"You'll have to lick my pussy for half an hour," she demanded, "And do
all the housework this weekend, and be my personal slave boy."

"Yes.  Whatever you demand," I replied.

"Then start licking," she said, shifting her body slightly so her
dripping wet snatch met my lips.  I plunged my tongue into her,
desperately trying to pleasure her so she'd take care of me.

As her excitement began to grow, her hands slid down my chest and
swirled around my stomach and the insides of my thighs.  She ran her
fingers through my pubic hair, but she didn't touch my cock or balls.

"Concentrate on my muscles.. Just think how strong I am.  Think of how
many ways I can dominate you.  Dominate you so easily.  Because my power
is supreme." she said, "Remember how I just pressed you above my head? 
Or I could snap your ribs with my legs.  Or I could squeeze you
senseless with my arms.  Or I could smother you unconscious with my
breasts.  You are weak.  You are completely under my control."

Her muscle talk had aroused me even further more and she still hadn't
touched my cock.  I was furiously working her pussy and clit with my
tongue and lips.  Suddenly she arched her back and threw her head back.

"Mmmnnnnnnuh!  Nuh!  Nuh!  AAH!  AAH!  AAAAAAAAAGH!" she moaned as she
orgasmed, grinding her pussy against me, soaking me with her juices and
tensing her massive thighs around my skull.

"Oh you did good, my little slave," she purred in a post-orgasmic
afterglow, "I suppose that deserves some kind of reward.  Even though
your half hour of pussy pleasing isn't up yet."  She lifted off my face
and knelt beside me.  She surveyed my rigid erection for a moment and
then slid one arm under my butt and lifted my legs off the mattress. 
She extended one of her legs out under me and lowered me so I was arched
over her thigh.

"I'm big and hard everywhere, aren't I, wimp?" she asked.  She held me
in place with one arm while she flexed the other 161/2 inches of steel. 
I nodded yes.  "But you, you're scrawny and soft," she chided, squeezing
my arms and legs, poking my stomach, "Except for here."  She wrapped one
hand around my turgid tool.  Then she leaned forward and put my cock in
the crook of her elbow, wedged between the muscles of her forearm and
her biceps.  She closed the arm around my cock.

"Look, ma, no hands," she chuckled.  Then she flexed her muscles,
squeezing my cock in a muscle vise.  The pressure and the sensation were
incredible!  Flexing and unflexing.  Her hard muscles pumping up and
pumping my cock.  "You like this?" she teased, "You won't last long."

From the core of my balls I felt the surging pressure in my groin as an
unstoppable, uncontrollable force readied itself to let loose.  Sheila
sensed I was about to come and flexed harder, preventing the explosion.

"Now," she commanded, releasing the pressure.  I could not stop the
immediate mind-blowing rockets of cum I shot off.  She wiped my semen
off her arm with my shorts and changed positions, pinning me under her
again as she sat astride my chest.

"Now that you've had you reward, it's time to get back to work," she
smiled.  She slid her fingers down over her washboard abs right to her
pussy.  She spread her lips apart, showing me her pink wetness.  I knew
I had a job to do, to satisfy this incredible creature, to try to drive
her to the heights of ecstasy she drives me.  All I have is my tongue
and my cock and my hands.  She has the power in every muscle in her
body.

But I love a good challenge.  And I love my amazon.