The neighbour next door By Buster King I had an early fancy for strong and dominant women. How will I ever forget the days when I stared for class after class in my school days, looking for the least muscle definition in the teachers' arms and girls' calves? How many times have not those mature ladies and young girls more than satisfied my wildest dreams? I am from Southern India where ladies dress in a long fabric called sari draped around their hips and across their chest. They wear tight blouses that are analogous to a T-shirt, only they cling close to the body. Fashion allows wearing sleeveless and half-sleeved blouses that cause a very nice display of their abs and navel. How good and enchanting did those semi-displayed arms and semi-rippling abs look!!! Soft skin harboring muscularity always did and do look good. When I was about completing high school, I developed a fantasy for squeezing women's hands by handshakes, and hearing them scream in their own (a)typical fashions. What an enchanting hobby!! What varying reactions!! I was smart enough to talk and corner them when we were alone into inducing a handshake with them. Some screamed even before I exerted a little, while some did offer a nice challenge, allowing me to squeeze further. The interesting thing was that even they liked it and most times didn't even complain to anyone else!!! We were living in a house next door to which lived a couple with 2 daughters and a son. They were probably in their mid-30's when I knew them close enough. Blame that summer vacation after 11th grade for all that happened!! My parents shifted away from grandparents for a brief while and I stayed back with my grandparents as they needed some help. My exams were over by early March, and initial classes for 12th grade went on until a month before the vacation. It was during this time when the following happened. I wanted to borrow a hammer from the lady next door. It was not quite summer yet, but the sun was scorching us already at 95 F. I walked over some time at noon on a Saturday, and found the lady alone. She said her children were out with their father at their grandparents' for the weekend and she had stayed back for an offtime cleanup. Many things were scattered around and I offered help as I did not have too many serious chores. She accepted and we moved things around and cleaned for about 2 hrs. Since we worked faster together, we were done by about 2 PM, time for afternoon naps for older people. I was about to leave when she asked me to wait for some juice while she showered and got back. It was when she came back that I noticed her better. She was in a flowery night gown that was almost sleeveless. When she proffered the juice glass, her muscle did a little bit of a dance under the smooth skin. Her biceps and triceps were altering in the dance. I was totally lost, and staring agape at her, oblivious of myself!! The muscles certainly did not look very hard, but were they ever more beautiful than any other woman's? Or man's for that matter? She was not above 5' 4" while I was 5' 9" then. She was very petite and a beautiful, maturing woman in her 30's, atleast attractive to me. A sharp pain in my shoulder brought me back to my senses. It was constantly increasing, and I was then aware that the lady had a nerve grip on my shoulder!! I was almost out of sense!! What strength and power!! The pain was something that no boy in my class could generate!! I suddenly let a scream and she let go of my shoulder. She said, "You seem lost, dear!!" I was no coward. I openly admitted that her soft muscularity turned me on. She said, "Wanna know more??" Was I ready for that? Did I know even that I wanted that?? I did not know. Everything was a trance. She then put up her elbow on the table and seated herself opposite to me. I knew what she wanted, but did she? I was the best armwrestler among my street's kids. I knew this lady watched me many a time when I would armwrestle guys and gals at the ground opposite the houses in the street. I locked arms with her soft, curvy, but firm fingers. I called and we were soon pushing down on each other's arms. I looked away from her to avoid her nice, ample, hanging breasts distract me. It worked and I was soon half way to victory. A sudden increase in the force on my arm awakened me to senses. My arm was totally stopped there. I started increasing my pressure, but can man move mountains if he is not Hercules?? I then looked at her arm and was shocked and embarassed to say the least. Her arm looked as if she was holding thin air in it!! There was no sign of a flexion at all in her muscles!! She then flexed it briefly and that was all I knew before my arm came crashing down. She was smiling beautifully, and said, "Well done, kiddo!! You did better than my husband!!" I was having goosebumps all over in embarassment!! She then proffered her hand in congrats. I took it and then suddenly a sharp pain shot all over my body. As I screamed in agony, I noticed her eyes getting redder and her anger rising,. She uttered in a low threatening voice, "How many more women will you squeeze like this, heh??" and continued to apply pressure. My screams were to no avail. She said, "Guess what, my husband wanted to be the man and kick my ass when we got married without outside interference, and made this room 100% sound-proof!! Heh, he dug his own grave there!! Today he is nothing more than an obedient worker bee!!" The pain was moving above into my forearms. She was now squeezing my palm in waves, causing disturbances in all my forearm muscles. I shrieked in a voice that I never knew I had, and she continued, "I have seen you squeeze too many women's hands like this. You never knew your day would come did you?? What did you think? Women are chicken? No, we are mothers and we know pain better than you ever will!!" I started begging her to leave my palm. My whole arm was hurting know, all the way till the armpits, and I doubted even if I could lift it. Then she did leave me, but said, "Come now start undressing!!" I worked very hard with my left hand and stripped all the way to my under pants. She asked me to get them off, but I was so scared I refused. When do fools ever learn!! She gave a violent twist to my left arm, and all I knew was that my underpants were off even before I started screaming. My left arm was useless too now!!! "Hmmm, you deserve some punishment. Lets start" Before I realised what was happening, she undid a zip along her waist and the bottom of the gown came off. My eyes were almost out of their sockets. What thick, thunder thighs were they, with beautiful calves, alike those of stone statues of Greek goddesses!! Not defined, but rounded and thick, as good as I liked them!! This was probably the last pleasure I had that day. Her knee suddenly shot up on to my balls, and as she was holding me by my shoulders, I did not fall down. Shards of pain shot thru' my balls all the way to my brain. I was making more funny noises than I had ever heard from even women!! "How does that feel, pal??" One more knee, and I was delirious with pain. There was no way to protect myself. I tried bringing ly legs together. She patiently waited and suddenly put her right leg behind my legs and tripped me down. I lost balance and fell. She then very easily pulled my legs apart and said "Good try, but you still pay for it". All I saw was a blur before that last heel slammed powerfully on to my balls and made me unconscious. I woke about after 30 mins. I was a little better off and slowly turned around, to see where I was. I was totally immobile, with legs pried apart, and the lady in the middle of the gap. I saw she still had not tied me. "Ow, our big guy is awake. Come come, let us move on" Her childish accent on this brought all fears ten-fold into me. She said, "well big guy, I know that you think you can escape but lets see how I stop you" She then collected some flesh and muscle from the top innerside of both my thighs in her hands and started pinching. Slowly but certainly, the pressure was rising. I started screaming again but to no avail. The pain was again almost in my head when she let go again and got up. I tried pulling mylegs together again, but the electric pain in the thighs effectively prevented that!!! "I know what I am doing son, so better give up" I sobbed for about a min before a sharp stinging slap on my cheek stopped me. I was trembling with pain all over my body. She said, "Will u EVER squeeze a female's hand again?". I said "Never" probably quite a few times before she said "I believe you. The fear in your voice gives you away. But one last remainder and I let you go!!" She sat between my legs again, and took both my balls in her hands. "Nighto, hon!! Your are gonna burst them boom!!" And she waited!! She waited!! Oh, my agony!! She waited until I cried my self out and then she said "You know what, take it like a man, even if it is your balls!!" And then she squeezed and squeezed, until I sounded like a choir boy squealing in his highest pitch!!! She squeezed to the point when I was sure they wd burst, and suddenly stopped. The look of horror she saw in my eyes, matched her pleasure. She said "I never let people go unconscious, it takes the pain off them and the pleasure off me. Your pain, my pleasure!!" I lied there racked with pain and sobbed for a few hours until I could collect my senses. Do I even need tell you that I have not squeezed another lady's hand till date??