SCHOOLYARD TERROR, Part 5 by Mardee Louise Prynne A day at the beach is no picnic for a pair of hulking youths. The girls admit to each other that they get a charge out of beating up boys. Debbie and Mikey were alone that Saturday morning. Mikey showed some feeble sign of resisting Debbie’s demand that he change her bedding and then launder and fold her sheets. "Come off it, will ya. So you got lucky last night. Never happen again." "Oh, sure. First Anne scares you enough that you faint like the pussy boy you really are and then you’re so scared of me that you jerk off whne I tell ya to. I think you just want me to beat the shit out of you once and for all so you can have a real great jerk off session just remembering it." Confidently, Debbie turned her back on her stepbrother. He grabbed her from behind and attempted to get her in a full nelson. Still in her nighty, she rammed her panty covered butt into his groin. No serious damage but it made the larger boy cautious. Again, harder, she rammed her ample tush against his groin. "Oh, the big pervert is getting a hardon!" His stiffening cock was all but poking through the fly of his pajamas. Mikey turned beet red and released the arrogant girl. Mikey stripped the beds and carried the sheets down the washing machine in the basement of their house. Debbie took advantage of Mikey’s absence to try more pushups and situps. This time she wrote down the number of repetitions she did. As she studied the fitness magazine, an ad caught her eye. "Every man his own policeman! Secrets of Asian self-defense. Send one dollar." She folded over the page and put the magazine in her desk drawer. "Poor Mikey. He’s going to be my practice partner, victim really. But he has it coming," thought Debbie. Debbie took off her nighty and admired her precocious breasts in her mirror. She wrapped a white bra around her waist, closed the hooks and twisted the bra so the hooks were now in back. Leaning forward, she nestled her breasts in the cups and tightened the straps. Fresh white cotton panties. Full briefs and unadorned. The shadow of her pubic hair showed through the light fabric. Standing at the top of the cellar stairs, legs slightly parted, she called to Mikey who looked up the stairs at her. "I’m gonna call Anne and see if she wants to go to the beach with us. You’re coming with us. We need someone to carry our stuff. And besides if you really behave good maybe Anne will beat you up again." Mikey charged upstairs and grabbed at Debbie’s foot. Her sneakered foot caught him the chest. He tumbled down the cellar stairs. Debbie hung up the phone as the recovered Mikey approached. She was hoping he would make a move against her. The attractive beauty was enjoying her new power, the power derived from her sexiness and from her recent discovery that girls can beat boys, even much bigger boys. She was disappointed that Mikey wasn’t going to give her a chance to enjoy her emerging prowess. "Yeah, why not? I’ll go with you two." An hour later they stepped off the subway at Brighton Beach. Anne unzipped her shorts nad let them fall to her ankles. She stepped out of the shorts , caught the hem of her tee shirt nad pulled it over her head. The two piece blue Jantzen had a front panel, a sort of skirt effect, that concealed the contours of her mound. Still, her slender but shapely thighs attracted attention. The first swells of her pre-adolescent breasts stretched tiny cone shapes on the top of the powder blue suit. The boys and even men who noticed this young beauty would have been startled to find the physical and emotional power contained within the fragile beauty. Debbie was slow and deliberate as she wiggled her too tight jeans down her adorably plush rear. The white of the one piece suit was a striking contraat to her naturally dark complexion tanned even darker by the summer sun. The two girls rubbed suntan lotion onto their arms shoulders and legs. They then took turns doing each other’s backs. They lay on a blanket as they sunned themselves. Mikey waded into the ocean to have a swim. A hulking eighteen year old from the neighborhood stood at the edge of the blanket. "Hey little Debbie is getting to be a big girl. How’s about I pick you up tonight and we go park somewhere?" "How’s about you take a flying fuck on a rolling donut?" responded Debbie. Turkey, for that was his nickname, was angry. "Hey, no little girl talks to me like that and gets away with it." He grabbed at Debbie who lay back and drive her foot into his balls. He dropped to his knees, moaning softly to himself. "Bitch, fuckin’ sneaky bitch." "Pleased to meet you." laughed Anne. "Oh, so now Blondie is getting a big mouth. I ought to kick both your asses." "Which one of us you do you want to beat you up first?" asked Debbie in a matter of fact way. "Come under the boardwalk and I’ll teach you both a lesson." The girls got up and started to walk toward the boardwalk. Turkey, disturbed by the failure of his threats to intimidate the pair, followed them as he motioned for his buddy to join them. "Which one of us do you want first, boy?" asked Debbie. "I’ll take you, little bitch!" "Oh, goody. I go first ‘cause you ain’t gonna be able to stand after either one of us finishes you." Debbie ducked under the cumbersome punch that Turkey threw at her and slammed her fists into his ribs. She easily danced out of range. A roundhouse right would have taken her down had it connected but she easily evaded the slow punch by simply leaning backward. Again she slammed her fists into Turkey’s unprotected ribs. This couldn’t be! He was six feet tall and close to two hundred pounds and yet he as unable to intimidate this thirteen year old who had dropped him to his knees with a swift kick in the balls. He had thrown so many unsuccessful punches that his arms were tiring. He was out of breath and his ribs hurt from the cumulative effect of Debbie’s jabs. Debbie stepped under his guard and got in a terrific shot to his mouth. His lip was bleeding. Turkey wiped his lip with his hand. He was upset, hurt. This little girl had drawn first blood! He was degraded by his sense of helplessness. His frustration further eroded his all ready poor judgment. Again, his fist vainly rent the air as Debbie deftly stepped out of reach, Another blow to Turkey’s face. He could barely lift his tired arms to protect himself. Debbie threw a fast one two combination to the exhausted boy’s face. She managed to blast one into his stomach before she jumped back. Turkey fell to his knees. Debbie stepped behind him and kicked his back sending the ape-like youth sprawling face down in the sand. He struggled to his feet as Debbie mocked him. "Might be wise to quit now before I really hurt you." Turkey’s buddy made his move at Debbie. He launched a kick at her but was knocked aside by Anne. He tried to kick Anne who caught his lower leg in her hand lifted. The shocked teen hopped around on one foot as Anne held his leg ever higher. She smiled serenely as she launched a kick to his balls. He screamed and fell to the ground. The youth lay on his side clutching his sore balls. He, at least, was smart enough nad hurt enough not to try to get up. As soon as Turkey was up, Debbie was on him. A flurry of punches added to Turk’s daze. Again he dropped to his knees and tried throwing a handful of sand in Debbie’s face. "That’s it, fat faggot," announced Debbie. "Anything goes." She stepped in front of Turk before he could get up and started to use his face as a punching bag. Moans and gasps escaped the defeated young man as the girl clealry was able to land puncj after punch with no reistance from the thoroughly beaten and thoroughly humiliated bully. The hulking lad could barely lift his tired arms to defend himself. His eyes were beginning to swell form the constant battering of the curvy little girl’s whip-like blows. Debbie stepped back to gloat over the bruises and swellings she had so easily inflicted on the large young man’s face. She rested her fist against his nose and drew her arm back as if taking careful measure. Turkey broke into tears. "Faggot. Big faggot. Can’t even put up a good fight against a little girl." She placed her hand on fore head and shoved him onto his back. She placed her foot on his chest and flexed her biceps in classic posture of triumph. "Start with me again and I’ll really work you over. Got it?" Turkey nodded through his tears. The girls sat on the blanket and waved to Mikey. As he went to get some ice-cream for the pair, they chatted as if destroying two beach bullies was an every day occurrence. "Anne, how come, all of a sudden it’s so easy for me to beat the shit out of bigger guys?" "They expect you to become all sacred and weepy when they start up with you but when we talk back they don’t what to think and then their whole routine falls apart. They panic and we’re in control. And besides those dangly things of theirs that they think makes them so great makes it so easy to hurt them." "Yeah, I guess you’re right. Ya know what? I get kind of all tingly down there. Ya know, between my legs. I guess its really a turn on for me." "Me too." Mikey returned. "I saw Turkey. Looks like a truck ran over his face. You don’t happen to know anything about that, do you?" The two girls burst out laughing. They had noticed that Mikey’s prick was a little more prominent than usual. Maybe, just maybe, they weren’t the only ones turned on by their newly discovered ability to beat up boys.