Young Girls, Big Guns
By Guy Little


Hi. My name is Guy Little, which I guess is appropriate because I'm such a
little guy. But while I am rather smallish, I have a thing for huge,
muscular women. For me, the stronger and more muscular they are, the
better. I also have a thing for being dominated and beaten up by them. 

That probably goes back to my days as a youth. Nicole Michaelson lived down
the street from me. She was the same age as me and did everything in her
power to make my life a living hell. I complained back then,but maybe not
as much as I should've. The reason is that I enjoyed the things she would
do to me. I was maybe 5 the first time we got into a fight. I don't even
know what I did, but a few of us were playing when Nicole just started
pushing on me. I told her to stop but she just kept doing it until I
tripped and fell. Everyone started laughing at me, but I remember I didn't
cry. I just got real mad, got up and started hitting at other people who
were laughing. 

A few years later a group of us were playing in Zach King's backyard when
Nicole started in on me. She was cheating and I told her she wasn't playing
fair. I should've just kept my mouth shut, because she grabbed me by my
shirt, twisted me around, and then tripped me to the ground. I got ready to
get up and she pushed me back down with her foot. When I tried to get up
again, she pushed me right back down. This must've gone on for like over 5
minutes and I was getting madder each time she pushed me down but I
couldn't get up. To make it worse, she was really taunting me a lot. 

What's the matter? Why don't you get up?" "I'm trying if you'd just stop
pushing me!!" "Come on and get up. Why don't you get up?" 

I then said something really mean to her and whatever it was I said must've
been stupid too, because then she jumped down on me and started punching
me. HARD. She hit me in the face with her fists then in the chest and then
in the stomach. I was really in some pain and this time I did start crying.
I was hurting pretty bad and I was also embarrassed. She beat the absolute
crap out of me I still remember that as probably the worst beating of my
entire life. The verbal humiliation never stopped either. "Call for your
mommy, littleboy!" I was whimpering but all I said was "please stop! Please
don't hit me anymore."

"Say MOMMY, I said!" she screamed as she smacked me on the side of my head.
Reluctantly I did as she said with tears in my eyes. But it didn't end
there. "WHO is your mommy??" I didn't understand what she meant. "I AM,
RIGHT?" she said. A smart kid would've just nodded his head and said yes,
but stupid me shook my head no and all this did was enrage the she-beast
even more. After 4 more vicious slaps, I began to see the light (and a few
stars too). "Nicole is my mommy!" were the next words out of my mouth. "Say
it again,you worm! LOUDER." "Nicole is my mommy," I whimpered. Tears were
rolling downmy face and I was so humiliated in front of everyone. 

"Good!  And don't you EVER forget it, little boy! Or if you do, it'll be
worse for you next time." She then bounced her butt on my stomach, chest,
and face before getting off me,leaving me in a heap on the ground.  
When I got home, I was able to sneak into my room without my parents seeing
and I went in the bathroom and washed up. It hurt just to touch my face and
it was all swollen too. My left eye was barely open and it hurt to open my
mouth at all. My mom came up and called me for dinner, but I told her I
already ate over at Zach's and she left me alone. It was extremely painful
for me to talk, but that was better than my mom and dad seeing what had
happened to me. My next lie was to say we just had a really rough game. My
third lie, the emergency backup, was to say I got jumped on the way home. I
just hoped I would be okay by morning. 

The next day, I got up and saw my face still looked like hell. So I ate my
breakfast and then ran out of the house before anyone could see me. School
wasn't fun at all, because my teacher asked me what happened and made it
like it was a big deal. I know she was only concerned about me but she
wouldn't listen when I told her not to worry about it. I was fine, I said.
A couple of the girls in the class knew what was going on and they
snickered about it and then Jill made a gesture like she was punching
someone's head into the ground and they all got a good laugh about that. I
didn't think it was funny. At playtime they ran around teasing me about
being a little wimp who got beat up by a girl. 

That's the kind of thing you never live down. 

As the years went by, it was more of the same. When I was in 7th grade it
just got worse and worse. Nicole was 4 inches taller than me (she was 5-7)
and outweighed me by about 30 lbs, 140 to 110. She was a big built girl by
now and she had a really big chest, arms, and butt. People would sometimes
call her fatass (not to her face) but her butt was real solid,all muscle
from the sports she did. She also liked wearing heels which made hereven
more towering over me. 

One day between classes she came over to my locker and closed the door
while I was getting my stuff. "What did you do that for?!" I yelled at her.
"Whatcha gonna do about it, wimp?" she came back. When I tried to open it
back up she pushed me against the locker and then pressed against mewith
all her weight. In her high heel shoes, her chest was right in my face and
she used her huge boobs to smother me while holding me against the lockers.
I began to squirm and tried to get away, but she just held me there,
laughing at me and making it hard for me to get a breath. 

Then it got really really bad, because she put her knee up to hit me in the
balls, only she did it slow. When she got up there she saw that my dick was
hard as a rock and that made me blush more than anything. She whispered in
my ear "Oh so you like it when I treat you like this, huh little wimp?" I
shook my head no, but she just laughed at me and said, "Liar. I can tell
this turns you on. That's good, because it turns me on too. Looks like we
have a nice little arrangement here, don't you agree?" Reluctantly I looked
around and then shook my head yes. No one else was looking, this was just
me and Nicole, and she had me dead to rights. 

I have to admit that I was very turned on by this situation. She was
taller, bigger, stronger than me, and this was all very exciting to me. "I
want you to tell me what it is about me that turns you on so much, wimp. I
already know you love the way I boss you around, but I want to hear you say
it and I want to you tell me everything else, too. Do it now." 

"I like everything about you Nicole. That's all I know."

"DETAILS, little man!" she said as she rubbed my crotch with her big firm
hand. I didn't know what to say first. I did love the way she ordered me
around and humiliated me but I loved probably moreso the fact I could do
nothing about it. 

"Your arms." She cast an evil smile my way. "Tell me why. Why do my arms
turn you on?" 

"They're so....so....well...." I was stumbling over my words. "They're so
what? Tell me about them. They're beautiful aren't they?" 

"Y-y-yes, Nicole, they are." Ok, she'd led me a little. Surely I could
handle things from here and bare my soul to her. "You've got the most
beautiful arms I've ever seen in my life. And God, are they ever big! I get
turned on when you wear a tight blouse and it shows them off so well."

"So you like girls with very muscular arms, huh? That surely is appropriate
for a little sissy like you, isn't it?" she said to me as she gave my
already hard dick a little squeeze. When I didn't answer, she squeezed
harder. "Isn't it??" she said with a touch of irritation in her voice. I
nodded and quietly said "yes". "Don't you wish you had arms like mine?"
"Yes." "I know you do, but you don't because you're a pathetic little wimp.
Here, I want you to rub my muscles and feel their power and tell me how
you'll never be as strong as I am." 

As I complied with her order, I felt myself become even more sexually
aroused. All these hormone-driven feelings were so unusual to me but I
really got turned on telling her how much I loved the muscles in her arms.
They were like flesh-covered rocks and my hands would get weak any time I
tried to squeeze her big biceps. I would look at her big arms and then my
skinny arms and the contrast was almost funny. "Nicole, I'm so in love with
your strong muscular arms. There's no way I could ever be as strong as
you." "No, that's right you cannot." It felt strange to be running my
delicate hands over her huge, rugged muscles, but I couldn't stop myself. 

"It's ok to kiss my arm." "No Nicole, I can't do that here," though I know
how badly I wanted to. "That wasn't a request. Do it now. Lick it, too."
And with that, I began to lick and kiss her bicep like I was her little
musclepuppy. 

It was about 5 minutes later when 2 of Nicole's teammates,Anna and Kelly
appeared in the hallway. Their fun was just about to start.