Viva La Squeeze
By The Porker



Donald Rumsfeld, during the Iraqi War, in a press conference, referred to the
French as wimps when it came to doing battle. He never met Lola and Nicole,
two very cute Parisians, typical 19 year old, over sized sweatshirt and loose
fitting dungaree wearing girls.

Nicole, who I met five years ago, is the niece of my next-door neighbor Helen.
Lola is Nicole’s traveling companion and doesn’t speak three words of English.
Both were visiting the USA from France and were supposed to stay with Helen.
However, Helen’s boyfriend Tom, who lives in yet another city had made plans
to take Helen on vacation the same days that the girls were visiting. To save
a brake up, Helen asked if the girls could spend a few days with me.

Why not?!? My daughters were grown and living out of town and it would be nice
having a couple of young ladies around. Anyway, I have a big raised ranch
style home with a finished lower level complete with a large bedroom and full
bath and kitchen. It would be like their own apartment. My wife didn’t mind as
long as they kept the place neat and hell, she didn’t worry about me getting
into trouble with them. What would they want with an unemployed, fat, 54,
bald, old fart anyway?

The girls arrived carrying duffel bags for luggage and presenting gift for my
wife and myself with a bottle of fine French truffle oil. Nicole had grown up.
As I recall, she was this skinny little girl with freckles and spoke a squeaky
French accented English, (she actually was born in the U.S. and her mother is
American), now she stood tall and very pretty. Her loose clothing although,
disguised her curvaceous body. I discovered what she was hiding as she greeted
me with a firm, warm hug. I felt her incredible taut arms and sensuous frame
beneath her sweatshirt. Secretly, I’ve always admired muscular women and in my
mind, I conjuring the type of body she was concealing.

Nicole introduced my wife and I to her gorgeous friend Lola and even though
she could only say, "hello", she also greeted me with a big hug and kisses to
both cheeks. Just like Nicole, Lola’s garment was obscuring the fact that she,
too, was a very fit young lady. I almost felt my ribs crack with her embrace.

My wife asked if they liked anything special because she had a few errands to
run and she’d be back in a about two hours. I immediately started helping them
get settled into their quarters. I showed them around and if they needed
anything, they just ask.

Nicole asked if I had any exercise equipment they could use? I said I had an
old set of weights in the storage closet and I bike. Nicole looked at my
rotund body up and down and laughed... "You have weights? That’s funny!" I
pushed back my sleeve and flexed my arm and told her to "feel that", a mound
of somewhat hardened blubber arose from my upper arm, as she squeezed it...
again she laughed. "You funny man, here, do want to see a real muscle?" She
rolled up her sleeves and exposed the most symmetrical, well developed female
biceps I ever laid eyes on.

I was overwhelmed by the display and bashfully asked how she got so big? She
explained that she and Lola were bodybuilders and worked privately as women
wrestlers in France to pay their college tuition. I asked who they wrestled?
Mainly guys Nicole answered. "Do you like strong, muscular women? Would you
like to see us pose?" I answered, "Is the Pope Catholic?" "I’d love to".
(Under my breath, I was saying; "thank you, God"). Nicole, said something to
Lola in French, and then both girls began removing their tops and baggy jeans,
revealing their absolutely stunning bodies that were now clad in black bras
and panties. Their legs were perfectly proportioned with nicely chiseled
quads, their abs were as taut as my trousers were getting the crotch. I
watched in a trance as they hit muscle shot one after another. My little
member also was in a trance, it was growing to great lengths as it never grew
before. I was in heaven. I was embarrassed by my excited display. Lola noticed
I was trying to hide my emotion with a pillow.

She said something to Nicole. They both stopped their routine abruptly and
Nicole said, "you know David, we charge $300 for what we are doing, and I know
we’re your guests, so it would be right for us to charge you, however, we feel
you should do something for our show?" I asked what? "If we both wrestle you
and you can beat us... you go for free!" Nicole proposed. "If we beat you, you
have to show us what you are hiding ". "Is that a deal!?!"

Even though I’m only 5’ 8" and weigh about 230lbs. I am pretty strong and have
some fairly good moves but these girls look lethal, nevertheless, this has
always been my fantasy and my wife was gone, so, why not go for it! "OK, girls
LET’S RUMBLE!"

We cleared an area in the bedroom and started to wrestle. Lola grabbed me
around my waist with her massive arms and lifted me high onto her shoulder as
if I were a feather, then tossed me on the bed. Then she jumped on top of my
body in a sprawled out position. Quickly controlling my every move. Next, she
straddled me, bouncing on my lap causing my manhood to stand totally erect and
harder than ever. I could feel the perfect impression she had left on me, if
you know what I mean, with her tiny, tight little buns.

Then she leaned forward and began to smoother me with her more than ample
French bosom. Nicole pulled Lola off me, picked me up with like a rag doll and
displayed a devilish smirk on her cute face and put me her iron like legs
around my waist, locked her ankles and started to squeeze the lights out of
me. It hurt but at the same time I was in heaven. I tensed my stomach muscles
as hard as I could to withstand the pressure and held on as long as I could.
Lola, while I was held in the immovable grip of Nicole’s wonderful legs, took
her knee and pressed it hard against my thinly covered, (I was still fully
clothed), private part, making a rubbing gesture. Soon, Lola removed her knee
and replaced with her hand, squeezing my bulge as hard as she could. I
couldn’t take it anymore, the pain and ecstasy were blowing my mind, not to
mention my weakening state, I blew my wad right in my pants. Both Lola and
Nicole let go of me and sat back and laughed at the site of the crotch area of
my pants grew dark and wet.

Embarrassed once again, I jumped up ran (well basically crawled), up the
stairs to my room to change my pants and hide my pride with the echo of the
girls laughter billowing throughout the house. Just then I heard the sound of
the garage door opening. My wife had returned from her shopping. Moments
later, I heard her calling out for me to come and carry the grocery bags. I
was to sore and weak and guilty feeling just laying on the floor of my
bathroom, I couldn’t even answer her back. Nicole called out in her sexy
French accent, "don’t you move a muscle David, Lola and have got the bags
handled, you must be very tired from all the hard work you do around here".
And then with a diabolic demeanor she and Lola laughed again... "We’re going
to love staying with you for the next few days... we hope it wont be to hard
on you!"