Roommate Wars
By Madcat
Joey gets more than he bargained for.


"You can stay at my place." Joey offered.

Rachel paused, a little taken aback by this sudden out-pouring of charity. She
was a born and bred New Yorker and innately distrustful. "Oh, no, I couldn't
do that." The brunette replied, her chest heaving.

The young man couldn't help but glance down at her girls. They were big,
fleshy mounds of pure delight. Rachel wore a tight black top, very
conservative yet also intriguing. She was like that, a very odd and mysterious
girl. Her face was attractive but not really pretty. She was a big girl,
chunky yet with nice feminine curves. Joey's feelings for Rachel were not
entirely charitable.

"Well then, where are you going to stay?" he asked. It was a fair question.

Her eyebrows crinkled. "I don't know ... "

It was tough finding an affordable place in the city. Joey decided to play it
low key. "My roommate moved out 2 months ago. I got an empty room. If you want
to split the rent and stay with me, then its cool."

Rachel folded her hands in her lap. "You know I'm a lesbian ... nothing's
going to happen." She explained.

"I've worked next to you for almost a year." The young man pointed to the
cubicles surrounding them. "I know."

They were both playing fast and loose with the truth. Rachel had lesbian
leanings but in truth swung both ways, often switching teams after a break up.
Her latest girlfriend had just dumped her, meaning she may be going for guys.
Joey was cute but not a good pick. Dating at work never worked.

Joey knew nothing of the sort. He was good looking guy and quite successful
with the ladies. He knew he could do better than Rachel, but the fact was he
actually liked his chunky co-worker. She was funny, crude, and loved sports.
What more could a guy want in a girl. And then there was those tits ...

Rachel smiled and looked intently at her cube-neighbor. He was definitely a
cute guy, almost boyish in a appearance. A girl had to be careful with men.
There were a lot of pervs out there. But she'd known Joey for a bit. He didn't
seem like that. She nodded and took the bait. It was a load off her mind. She
didn't make a lot of money in customer service.

"Nice place." Rachel said, carrying large box. The girl wore rolled down
shorts and a bra top, far more revealing than any of her work outfits.

Joey followed her up, marveling at her prodigious ass. It was huge, twice of
his, yet Rachel didn't look fat.

"Thanks. Your room is on the right, bathroom in the middle, my bedroom is on
the left." He explained. They stood in the kitchenette, beyond that was the
family room. That was it.

"Let me get that for you." Joey offered like a true gentleman.

"Its heavy. I better take it." Rachel shot back in all seriousness.

The boy was insulted. Joey wasn't the biggest dude in the world. He stood 5-7,
about the same height as Rachel, but the male packed on a lot of muscle. By
day he was a customer service rep for a major bank. By night he was an amateur
body builder, spending long hours in the gym. All such men have ego issues,
and Rachel hit him below the belt with her little snide comment. He watched as
the girl muscled the box thru the living room.

Joey went down and got his own box, the heaviest he could find ... and
struggled with it. He had to carry it up three flights of stairs. The male,
despite his very bulging muscles, couldn't make it and had to take a break on
the second story. Rachel shot him an amused look. That further angered the
young hunk.

Yet he helped out all afternoon. Rachel had a lot of junk. By evening the boy
was exhausted. They went out to eat and spent some quality time together. Joey
basically forgot about the moving incident. It wasn't a big deal to Rachel
either. She knew she was very strong and more than a match for most boys. It
wasn't something a girl brags about or dwells on.

He saw her in panties for the first time that night. It was no big deal: just
a plain white pair on her wide hips and an undershirt covering the good stuff
on top.

Rachel smiled at her new roommate. "I guess you better get used to seeing me
like this." She said, exiting the bathroom. "We're roommates now, for better
or worse."

It sounded easy, but Joey couldn't forget it. He crawled into bed nude as was
his custom and soon sported some real wood. Every time he closed his eyes, he
saw her hips, her ass and those panties. The boy even considered going to her
bedroom, but he instinctively knew it was just too soon. His hand closed
reluctantly on his steaming cock. He hated to pleasure himself, somehow
thinking it tarnished him, but the young man did it anyhow.

He looked down at the half eaten candy bar on his counter top. It had been
scarcely more than a day and his new roommate was already getting on his
nerves. That morning she had dominated the bathroom and the girl had a bad
habit of leaving things lie. It was a bit odd, but Joey had always been
fastidious. He already found a towel on his couch and dirty panties on the
floor. This had to stop.

"What is this?" he came up on Rachel. She was lying on the sofa, watching some
chick show.

She looked up at the candy bar. "Oops, I forgot it. Give it here." the buxom
brunette reached out.

Joey looked down at the big girl, wondering why he found her so attractive.
She dressed in black tonight: stretch pants and tank top. It wasn't her best
color. The clothes clashed with her Sicilian skin.

"You shouldn't be eating this crap, anyhow. I'll just throw it away." The male
said, hoping to get a reaction.

He did. The buxom brunette jumped up. "Give it to me." Rachel demanded. She
liked her chocolate, even if it went straight to her hips.

"No." Joey explained. "Its bad for you and maybe you'll learn not to let it
sit out."

He made the mistake of waving it in front the big chested brunette. That
ignited round 1 of Roommate Wars. Rachel grabbed for her candy bar but she
wasn't the quickest chick in the east. The male recoiled and the ungainly girl
had to settle for his wrist.

Joey's real problem at this point was his clothing or lack there of. He wore
just a pair of loose sweats, which dangled precariously off his loins. It was
both fashionable and his common evening attire. The male loved to go shirtless
and marvel at his muscles.

Those marvelous manly muscles didn't seem to be helping him against his
combative roommate. The male twisted to keep the buxom brunette away from the
prize. She pushed back, driving them across the small room. Her hips rubbed on
his and the results were sadly predictable. By the time the girl bent him over
his favorite chair, the lad was butt naked.

"Rachel! My pants!" Joey screamed the alarm. She was draped all over his back,
reaching for the bar in his outstretched hand.

The female knew about his wardrobe malfunction and didn't care. She'd seen
such things before. The only thing that mattered was her chocolate bar ... and
winning. Rachel knew they were establishing a pecking order here. Girl or boy,
she always came out on top.

"Give it to me!" the bitch ordered, still on his back.

"Nooo!" the now nude male answered. Submitting to a girl was not in his make
up. He was still on his feet and tried to shake off the female.

She replied with more pressure on the boy. Rachel was no wall flower and Joey
eventually collapsed under the female force. They fell across the front of the
chair, his sweat pants now around his ankles.

Things only got worse for the handsome hunk. They rolled off the chair, still
locked in a desperate struggle for the candy bar. Joey landed on top. He
thought he had a break, then he felt her thunderous thighs wrap around his
body.

As a male, Joey discounted female strength. The stories he heard were either
false or some freak of nature. Now he got a first hand feel of freaky.
Rachel's thighs began to crush him. All thoughts of escape vanished like
smoke. He was beaten ... by a girl.

She rolled nonchalantly on to her side. "Give it to me." The girl ordered. She
held the male between her legs. He was face down, struggling for air.

The battle was still nominally over the candy bar, but at least to Joey, it
was about so much more. He clung to the candy bar, crushing it, just as his
roommate crushed his stomach. He refused to let go, grunting a reply. And the
boy struggled. He reached down with his free and tried to dislodge his
chiseled torso from the feminine vice. He kicked his feet, desperately seeking
some leverage and losing his pants in the process. Joey was completely and
utterly nude now.

In the end it made no difference. Her thighs just clamped down tighter on his
narrow waist. He slumped to the ground, exhausted, the female the clear
victor.

"Give it to me." She ordered.

He released the candy bar. And fully clothed female ate it, the naked
muscleman still trapped between her steely thighs.

"I hoped you learned your lesson, Joey." The girl gloated, licking her finger.

She lightened up on her leg scissors enough so the boy could speak. "Yeah,
OK." He wheezed.

"You better be nice." She admonished.

"Yeah, OK." Joey responded, his face flush against the old carpeting, looking
at his new roommate.

"Next time I'll put you over my lap for a good old fashioned spanking." Rachel
teased.

Time seemed to stop at that point. Joey visualized it. He couldn't help it.
"Yeah, OK. Could you let me go now." He asked, seeing his nude body draped
over her lap, her handprints on his tight little ass.

Rachel swung into action, helping the defeated and exhausted male to his feet.
He tried to cover his dangling cock but the buxom brunette grabbed hand first.

"I guess you better get used to me seeing you like this." The fully clothed
female suggested while staring at his stuff.

His cock was thick and long and muscular. Deep blue veins crisscrossed the
ribbed shaft. It wasn't erect but it was far from relaxed. Rachel considered
herself a true lesbian. She thought she was over men. But for the first time,
the buxom babe seriously considered fucking Joey.

He saw the hungry look in her brown eyes. "Yeah, OK." The muscleman mumbled.

She released his hands and kissed him chastely on the cheek. "No hard
feelings, right?" Rachel asked.

"No, none." The naked lad replied. "I'm going to bed now."

Joey turned and fled into his room, slamming the door behind him. By the time
he did so, his cock was hard as a rock. He slid between his covers and without
hesitation began to masturbate. The young man envisioned Rachel spanking him,
only he knew it was no mere fantasy. It felt more like a premonition.

Rachel meanwhile looked at Joey's sweat pants laying on the floor. She almost
went into his room to admonish the boy for leaving them out, but it was too
soon for sex. Rachel preferred women because she liked being in charge. Men
could be so goofy about such things, clinging to some outdated macho myth.
Quietly, she sat back down in front of her show and wondered if it could be
different with Joey.

He got up early that morning, hoping to shower and shave before Rachel. The
light was still on in the family room as the naked male stumbled to the
bathroom. He opened the door and there she was.

"Good morning." The panty clad brunette insisted as she applied some blush.

Rachel seemed oblivious to Joey's masculine nudity, but he wasn't. This was
different than last night. Joey had a full-fledged, honest-to-goodness boner.

It was big and bad, thrusting up between his legs like a rocket. "Shit ...
sorry!" Joey exclaimed, trying to cover his manliness with his hands.

The girl giggled. "Don't worry, big guy. You better get used to me seeing you
like this. And remember, I'm a Lesbian, so it doesn't matter."

"Yeah, OK." The nude hunk muttered, trying to get used to his very busty
roommate seeing him unclothed. Her big, fleshy breasts jiggled in a lacy bra.
She certainly didn't look like a lesbian.

She took his arm. "So lets learn to share the bathroom. Go do your thing."

He obeyed her, going to the toilet to do his thing. It wasn't easy, not with a
raging hard-on. Rachel tried not to laugh as the boy struggled to pee.

"You need a hand with that thing." She teased, vintage Rachel.

"I got it. Thanks." He joked back. But the young man was very happy to jump
into the privacy of the shower.

"So, when do I get to see you naked?" Joey joked back.

"When the Jets win the Super Bowl." The girl answered.

He seemed a bit sullen and distant at work that day. Rachel was worried. They
were just 2 days into their new living arrangement and Joey was already upset.
Just like a man, she thought to herself.

She approached him at lunch. Joey was eating yogurt. "Is everything OK?" the
buxom brunette asked. She wore a skirt and a white turtle neck.

Joey turned and stared up at her full bosom. He noticed a candy bar in her
hand, bringing back certain memories. "I don't know." The boy replied
thoughtfully. "I guess its about last night."

"What about it?" Rachel asked, taking a bite.

"You beat me at wrestling." He blurted out.

"So what? I'm stronger than you. What does that matter?" the brunette baited
her male colleague.

They both knew it shouldn't matter, but they both knew it did. They were about
the same height, but Rachel had to be 20 or 30 pounds heavier than her leaner
roommate. While no bodybuilder, the girl was an all-star volleyball,
basketball and softball player. She got a full ride scholarship in the latter.
It should have been no big deal that the girl was stronger than the boy.

"No you're not." Joey blurted out. He was actually offended.

She smiled at the cuteness of his male dignity. It was quaint. The big chested
girl shrugged. "Anytime you want a rematch, let me know. I'll show you who's
the superior sex." she trash talked, vintage Rachel.

Yet the buxom banker hit the nail on the head. It was at the core a battle of
the sexes, an age old conflict for gender supremacy. It was one that men
traditionally dominated, but women gaining ground at an alarming rate.

"You got it, girlie. You caught me off guard last night. I'll show you who
wear the pants and who wears the panties." Joey replied in kind.

"Tonight then. We'll have a rematch." She set the date, eager for the physical
contact of sport and excited at the prospects of more female domination.

The young man looked at her thick, powerful body and suddenly got cold feet.
He remembered well the way she woman-handled him and forced his submission
with the man-crushing leg scissors. All of a sudden, a wrestling match seemed
like a poor idea. "Ah ... this ... weekend. I'm going to the gym tonight." The
boy bailed.

Rachel grinned, knowing she called his bluff. "OK, whatever." The buxom
brunette walked away, her girls stuck out proudly.

Joey wasn't feeling the pride. He struggled thru the afternoon, trying to come
to grips with a creeping sense of male inferiority.

He came home late that night from the gym, nominally to get a good workout in,
but really to avoid any chance of a confrontation with Rachel. Joey passed
some dishes in the sink, but held his tongue out of fear of his female
roommate. Fear, or perhaps just some healthy apprehension, crawled around the
bottom of his stomach.

"Mets are on." The buxom brunette said from the couch. "Come watch it."

"Let me change first." He said, doing so. Joey got into his usual evening
garb, old sweats and no underwear. He grabbed a protein shake and sat next to
Rachel on the couch. She wore baby blue PJ's and a white tank top.

"We're winning 2-1." The girl claimed.

"Great." Joey replied. He couldn't care less. Her bulging breasts had caught
his eye. The outline of her nipples intrigued him. Maybe having a girl
roommate wasn't all bad.

Then she put her feet in his lap, turning the young man's prurient distraction
into physically manifest lust. He got another boner.

Sensing this, Rachel began to tease it. She enjoyed messing with her hunky
roommate and she really liked his cock. The buxom brunette pressed it with the
side of her foot, flicked it with her toes and tested it with her toenails.
Sometimes she just jiggled her feet.

"Did you see that curve ball?" Rachel asked.

Joey was petrified. Rachel was a lesbian. She didn't understand her effect on
him. Had she been any other girl, Joey would have been all over her like white
on rice. But Rachel wasn't just any other girl. She was a friend, a roommate,
and quite likely stronger than him.

"Ahhh ... yeah ... " the young man moaned, his body trembling.

"Are you OK?" the girl asked, pressing his giant cock like a lever.

"Just a little tired." Joey admitted. "I think I'll just turn in."

He picked up her legs and with some effort, removed them from his lap. Then
the young man stood up.

Normally, Joey was proud of his size. God had definitely blessed him with
around 9 inches of man meat. Combined with his boyish good looks, chicks dug
the entire package. But now his cock looked a foot long, freakishly too big
for his frame. Rachel's teasing combined with his longing for her and perhaps
those impressive hooters, caused Joey's cock to go berserk. He tried to
contain it by adjusting his pants, but a circus tent was a circus tent.

"Goodnight." The male said, fleeing into his bedroom. He thought he heard the
girl giggling as he left.

First things first. Joey got naked and crawled into bed. He immediately
touched his wickedly hard penis. It demanded attention. But the young man
paused. He was about to masturbate for the third night in a row. He couldn't
be precisely sure, but Joey felt this had to be a record. This had to stop. He
took a deep breath.

Then his door swung open. This just wasn't fair. His room was supposed to be
safe.

Her melon-like breasts leading the charge, Rachel said excitedly. "You got to
see it! You have to see this catch."

She grabbed his hand and pulled him out of bed. The boy protested but his new
roommate ignored him. His room was dark but soon, Joey was out in the light.

"Watch this!" Rachel said, ignoring the male's extreme condition. "Carlos robs
'em."

Joey just wasn't in the mood for baseball. He shook his head and covered his
manhood sheepishly. "Rachel ... no ... I'm ... " He nearly said busy, but
caught himself. " ... naked here ... "

"I told you not to worry about that. Remember, I'm a lesbian. I don't care."
She lied about the last part.

"But I care! Look at me!" the lad exploded. He displayed his very potent
erection.

This time the buxom brunette hesitated. Rachel almost did him then and there,
but the urge passed. She knew she was playing with fire, but this time she was
in control. Teasing Joey was fun and easy. Rachel effortlessly switched gears.

"Joey, if you want me to leave, just say so." She replied, bowing her head.

The very excited young man calmed down a notch. "No, really, that's not what I
meant."

"Then what did you mean?" she asked, looking up and sticking out her enormous
breasts.

At that point, Joey was all but lost. "I dunno."

The fully clothed female took his hand and led the nude male to the couch.
Joey thought he was about to get some, but that was not the case.

"We have to get comfortable around each other, Joey. Watch the rest of the
game with me." Rachel implored, before pushing the muscleman on to the couch.

For a moment, the young woman towered over her naked roommate. She reveled in
her sexual domination of young, handsome male. Most of the girls in New York
would have given their Coach purse to switch places with her. Then the girl
plopped down beside him, their legs touching.

"See, that's not so bad." Rachel claimed, touching his thigh with her hand.

It wasn't all that close to his MX missile, but being naked, aroused and
sitting next to your dream girl changed his perspective. Joey nodded as a drop
of milky fluid bubbled out of his huge cock.

The next 15 minutes were perhaps the longest of his life. Rachel kept her hand
on his thigh, not close to his raging erection but enough to show ownership of
his nude body. Joey normally liked baseball, but this game was different.

The game ended with a strike out. Joey asked submissively if he could leave.
It was his first sentence since naked baseball started.

His erstwhile roomie stood and helped the wobbly boy to his feet. Joey's cock
did indeed look like a third leg. It seemed to unbalance his virile body.
Rachel wondered if she'd taken things too far ... and then pushed further.

"How about a good night kiss?" the fully clothed female asked.

But it really wasn't a question. She kissed him again. This instance it wasn't
on the cheek. Their lips met for the first time. The kiss lingered a second or
two longer than it should. Rachel naturally pulled back, leaving the naked lad
swooning.

"Get to bed!" the buxom brunette ordered as she smacked him on the ass.

The pain shocked Joey into action. He crawled into bed with a red handprint on
his ass. This time around, there was no stopping him. The feverish young man
used both hands.

He waited until Rachel was out of the bathroom before entering that morning.
She left before him, giving Joey time to text three old flames. They weren't
girlfriends. He hadn't gotten that far with any of them. They were sex
partners. He'd have to spring for dinner, but after that there were no strings
attached.

Two replied instantly. They were free tonight. Not bad for a customer service
rep. He chose the redhead with her own place.

"I have a date tonight." He made sure to tell his busty roommate before they
left work.

Her mouth dropped just a bit. "Ahh ... yeah ... cool ... " the girl stammered.
"When do you think you'll be home tonight?"

"Don't wait up." Joey said with his boyish grin. It was a good plan

Sadly, even the best plans can go awry. Joey and Diana lay in bed together
that night. They wrestled affectionately, their lips locked and hands
exploring each other's body. And what a body she had: big boobs and a great
butt. Diana was a classic beauty with reddish and a sweet face.

But Joey couldn't get little Joey to do his thing.

The more they love wrestled, the more frustrated the young man became. He knew
why this was happening. It was all that masturbation he did during the week.
Knowing why he failed didn't make it any easier.

"What's wrong?" the little redhead purred like a kitten.

She squeezed his soft cock inquisitively. Diana knew she was hot. This
shouldn't be happening. She also knew Joey was hung like a horse. That's why
she cancelled with that goofy stockbroker. A girl has to do what a girl has to
do.

"I dunno." The boy lied, looking into her green eyes. They left the lamp on,
filling the room with soft light. Truly beautiful people liked it better that
way.

Diana got a bit pissy. "Well, you better figure it out. I gave up a night on
Broadway to be with you." She replied, squeezing his cock harder.

"Ouch! You're hurting me." Joey cried out.

Diana sneered at her erstwhile lover. "Oh, I'm so sorry." She mocked the
failed young man. "Let's try something a little different."

The buxom redhead boldly mounted Joey's shoulders and positioned his head
between her thighs. "Eat me." Diana commanded brusquely. "And don't stop until
I tell you."

And so he did. Like most men, Joey hated pussy eating. But he learned a long
time ago to do it with a smile.

He came home at dawn, a tired and hungry boy. He had bad breath for obvious
reasons. Little Joey had been disobedient all night. He expected a quick kick
out the door from feisty little Diana. Instead, the redhead implored him to
call her again. Joey shook his head. She must have liked his oral services.

The boy scrammed down a protein shake and piece of toast. His apartment lay
quiet. It was Saturday morning. Rachel must be getting her beauty rest.
Remarkably, just thinking of the buxom brunette breathed life into his tool.
The boy frowned. An entire night with one of New York's hottest got him
nowhere. Just thinking about a chunky chick and he was getting excited. Go
figure.

Joey stopped in front of her door, resisting the natural male impulse to just
take the bitch. It was what he wanted and the young man knew he wouldn't be
right until he did. But Rachel was a lesbian. She would reject him and could
probably beat the stuffing out of him at the same time. That was the game
changer. He passed by her door.

The shower helped wash away the stain of last night. It was the first time in
his young life that he had performance problems and he hoped like hell it was
the last. Joey used cool water. It felt more refreshing, but it did little to
calm little Joey. His penis kept growing. By the time he left the shower, the
damn thing was bigger than he'd gotten all last night. The frustrated young
man shaved and went straight to bed.

He fell fast asleep and dreamed of you know who. They had rough sex, more
fighting than affection. Before the winner was decided, she woke him up.

"Good morning, sleepy head." Rachel said, sitting on his bed.

His dream faded slowly into reality as his eyes coveted the busty vixen beside
him. She wore thick white panties and her ubiquitous white tank top. This time
her nipples were hard and poked thru like shotgun shells.

"Good morning." He stretched his virile body. Joey was naked of course. He
looked down to see his rigid cock staring back at him. For whatever reason,
this no longer seemed to bother the young man.

"How was your date?" she asked with a forced smile.

Joey paused. He actually wanted to tell her the truth, but could quite bring
himself to it. "Ahh ... It was OK."

"Just OK? You left work left work like a proud little rooster yesterday." The
buxom brunette asked.

The boy glanced down at her imposing chest and squirmed a bit. "Well, it could
have been better."

"Tell me what happened." Rachel insisted.

Resisting the impulse to touch her nipples, the nude boy replied. "Its kind of
personal."

She responded with a hand on his thigh, just inches from his smooth balls.
"You're like my best friend, Joey. Tell me. Maybe I can help you."

His cock twitched dangerously. He sighed. "I ... I ... had man problems."

"Man problems?" She asked inquisitively, her heart racing.

Joey survived another dangerous sex tremor. "I couldn't get an erection." He
admitted.

"No shit?" Rachel blurted out. She very nearly did and impromptu back flip
beside his bed.

The little muscle hunk rolled his dark, brooding eyes. "No shit."

"That's weird. I barely see you anymore without one of these." The voluptuous
vixen teased.

She took the opportunity to touch little Joey for the first time, teasingly
running a finger up his steaming shaft. Joey's body trembled with forbidden
delight.

"Don't ... " he moaned lasciviously.

"What?" she asked innocently.

"Touch me like that." The boy answered, his heart rate descending to 180 beats
per minute.

"Why?" Rachel continued, her finger resting on his dickhead.

It was truth time. "You are going to make me cum."

"Really." She replied wickedly. "Let's do it."

This time she gripped his cock firmly, pumping. The woman was definitely in
control. Joey didn't want to climax in front of her, but he knew it was going
to happen. The only question was how big.

The word big seemed too small to describe it. His stud body went rigid and his
back arched. An unholy fire burned in his loins, fueled by a night of unspent
lust and months of unrequited desires. The male shot a triple load, covering
his chest and face with pungent juices. Rachel squealed in delight.

Joey had the balls to complain as he rubbed the cum from his face. "Rachel!
You shouldn't ... " he grumbled.

"What?" she replied. "I solved your man problems for you. Plus, you shouldn't
wrestle with an erection."

"Wrestle? What are you talking about?" Joey said, confused and still
breathless.

"It's the weekend. It's time for our grudge match. Get ready." She said,
standing up, towering over the nude and messy male.

The young man was about to refuse but stopped as he looked at her dominating
breasts. He wanted this too. His dream came to him. "Ok, give me a few
minutes."

"You have 10. Wear something sexy." She ordered while walking out the door.

Joey smiled as he admired her big butt. He was about to get lucky.

The muscle man appeared in the living room, clean and wearing a red posing
suit. It was little more than a string bikini.

Rachel was ready for him on the other side of the room. She had cleared the
furniture off his white fifteen foot square rug. It was clear that was to be
their battleground.

The female still wore her white outfit from before, giving her a distinct
advantage in the clothing department. This was a sex fight. More than muscle
would decide it.

When Rachel struck a double biceps pose, Joey could clearly see she held the
advantage in brute strength. She didn't have his lean, ripped look. Rachel's
musculature was smooth yet massively powerful. Her biceps looked to be twice
the size of his.

"You ready to get beat by the superior sex?" she taunted him. Vintage Rachel.

In a way he was. But Joey adopted a traditional male attitude. "I'll show
who's the boss, bitch ... "

"You prepared to put your money wear your mouth is?" the girl asked, putting
her hands on her wide, womanly hips.

Joey noticed her nipples were still hard, despite the heat permeating his
living room. "What do you have in mind?"

"Winner spanks the loser." She proposed mischievously.

That seemed like a win-win for the young man. He still entertained notions of
beating the big and buxom brunette, despite all the evidence to the contrary.
It was a guy thing. Joey found her supreme confidence to be especially
irritating ... and exciting.

He pushed the last part out of his mind. "You got it, baby. I can't wait to
see your naked ass on my lap." Joey shot back, acknowledging the painful fact
that over the last few days, he had been the one parading around in his
birthday suit.

"Let's go, mister." She said, stepping forward.

"Ready?" he asked, being the consummate, although bikini-clad, gentleman.
Rachel did not look ready with her hand on her hips.

"Bring it on." The buxom babe smiled.

He did just that, punishing his female foe for her impertinence. Joey used to
wrestle back in high school. He wasn't particularly good at it and retired at
a young age, but he had way more experience than the girl.

The bikini boy came in low and tackled Rachel. Impacting her prodigious thighs
hurt, but was wildly successful. The big girl was thrown back. The nearly nude
boy clambered on top, going for a quick pin and a resounding male victory.

Wrestling skill quickly proved insufficient. Joey felt like he had tackled a
tiger. He simply lacked he strength to pin her. It quickly became clear to the
young man he needed to tire her out or find a submission hold to subdue the
substantially stronger female.

Rachel rolled him over with ease. Now she was on top in a gender reversed
missionary position. The girl seemed impossibly heavy and for a brief moment a
crushing female victory loomed large.

The girl failed to control his legs however. Joey used them to roll her back.
It took every ounce of strength he possessed. The boy quickly figured that
rolling around on the floor with a stronger opponent was not in his best
interest. He would be the one tire first.

Joey escaped just before her legs closed on his narrow hips. He rolled to his
feet, beating his female opponent.

Yet he was already breathing hard and wisely took a moment to rest. Wrestling
could exhaust the best athletes. Rachel gained her feet and smiled.

"You seem to be over your man problems." The buxom grappler teased.

The young man looked down to find yet another budding erection. It had been
less than a half an hour since the mega-climax. That mattered not. The bulbous
head of his penis poked out of the top of his bikini like a petulant child.

Angered, he attacked high this time, partly due to his reluctance to have
another painful thigh hit. That proved to be a big mistake. They locked arms
in a test of strength.

The concept that a girl was actually stronger than him was still hard for the
body builder to accept. He'd been dancing around the issue since the box
incident. Joey couldn't dodge it any longer.

He gave the contest everything he had, stopping the buxom brunette at first.
Slowly she gained the upper hand and pushed him back a step. Then Rachel
smiled, tripped him, and tossed the nearly nude boy to the ground. It was
decided. Women were the stronger sex.

Joey just stared up at the big chested amazon towering over him. He tried to
stand but for the moment, his strength simply deserted him.

She picked up his ankles and spread his legs very provocatively. The male
watched in horror as the girl planted a foot on his cock.

"Submit, boy." The girl ordered as she fondled his stuff with her big toe.

"You can't make me submit like this!" he protested.

Rachel grinned as she put some pressure on his balls. "I beg to differ on
that."

Joey grimaced. "Its not fair!" he complained.

Luckily, Rachel was having way too much fun to quit now. "All right. Get up."
she replied, dropping his feet.

The boy rose slowly, trying to recoup some strength. He looked up at the
brunette and her bullet hard nipples. She was tired. Her brown skin glistened
with sweat and her boobs ballooned as she breathed. But Rachel looked good,
powerful and ready for action.

Joey felt like he'd been wrestling for hours, his lean muscles already spent.
His arms felt like dead weights and his legs like noodles. Only his cock
seemed to be in good working order. Three inches stuck out of the top of his
suit. His still found it humiliating but the boy had bigger fish to fry.

He attacked again, correctly assessing the need to take the initiative. Faking
left, the male spun to his left and clamped the buxom brunette in a headlock.

That resulted in a virtual stalemate. Like before, Joey felt he had grabbed on
to a tiger. He tried to force her down or even move her, but the female was
just too strong. He seemed like a child wrestling an adult.

Yet Rachel didn't have a clue on what to do. Joey had strong arms and she
couldn't pop her head free. The young woman tried to tip or flip the young
man, but however she moved him, the little bastard always landed on his feet.
Exhaustion began to hit the girl.

Then her hand rode up the boy's thigh as she tried to knock him off balance.
It touched his wickedly hard cock which of course, she was staring at the
entire time. Joey's body stiffened at the accidental contact. Rachel wondered
what to do. Attacking his big, fat cock would be simple and highly effective,
but Joey had already ruled it off limits.

What she needed was a distraction. It came to her like a flash of lightening.
The girl pulled down his little bikini while simultaneously yanking her head
free.

It worked like a charm. Alarmed by his sudden nudity, the male was to slow to
react. Rachel turned the tables on her foe instantly. Joey lost mobility with
his bikini around his thighs. He wound up helpless in a full nelson.

"Submit, mister. I won." The girl claimed, bending his virile body like a bow.

"No ... No ... this isn't fair. You can't pull down my clothes!" Joey claimed
as he staggered about.

"I beg to differ on that." The girl countered with a smile. Rachel loved the
way her big ones rubbed on his back. Her body tingled all over. She was
becoming highly aroused, not in some romantic, pedantic sense, but in a
sexual, high-powered way.

The boy struggled helplessly in the female's full nelson. It felt like his
spine might snap, but he remained defiant. "You ... cheated. It's not fair."
He whined.

Rachel thru him down angrily. These boys, they just wouldn't stop bitching!
The buxom brunette grabbed his bikini and pulled it off his legs. "You can
just wrestle in the buff then." She answered.

Joey took a moment to rest his battered, over-matched male body. "That's not
fair." He grumbled. "You're not naked."

Rachel towered over the young muscle hunk as their grudge match turned ugly.
Sexual domination is never cute, especially not in its final stages. She knew
what to do. The girl ripped off her top, showing her girls to the boy on the
floor.

It worked to keep him there. Joey liked what he saw: big, heavy globes of
female flesh, topped by nipples that could indeed put his eye out. The boy was
afraid too. He wasn't in control. Rachel the lesbian was going to have her way
with him.

She dropped her panties, revealing a thick - at least by today's Brazilian
standards, black bush. Joey trembled in fear, like a virgin on prom night.
This was serious. Rachel's playfulness was long gone.

The buxom brunette wasted no time in mounting the boy. He resisted
ineffectually. She swept it away and straddled his shoulders, pinning the
strapping lad to the ground. The wrestling match was over. The girl won.

"Eat me." She growled, grabbing his head and forcing the issue. Then she raped
him.

Well, sort of. Rachel made it feel that way. Joey loved it. After she came on
his face twice, Rachel took his cock inside her hungry body. She stayed on top
of course. The sex was the best either ever had.

When it was done, Joey acknowledged what they both knew. "That was great." He
commented, looking up at the dominant female and massaging her big boobs.

"We're not done yet." The girl answered and she stood and helped her lover to
his feet.

"What's left to do?" the man asked weakly. He'd been thru a lot for a Saturday
morning.

Rachel walked him over to the couch, sat down and bent the boy over her lap.
"There's a little matter of a bet we made."

Joey wasn't as enthused. "Come on, Rachel, no, this isn't fair." He
complained, his ass looking skyward.

"I don't fucking care." The girl answered before laying down the blast on his
ass.

The young man screamed. His life would never be the same.