Amy's Conquest Side Story 5
By SC
College Amazon Amy Hardstone Recounts Her Amorous Adventures While Growing Up

	It was a late summer evening and the sorority sisters of muscle, Amy, Anne 
and Rachel, were relaxing their powerful bodies in the warm, bubbling hottub 
behind their sorority house.  The moonlight glistened over their wet, naked skin, as 
the girls sipped wine and stretched in the afterglow of yet another sexual conquest 
(the men of which were laid out unconscious on the grass nearby).  As Anne poured 
another glass of wine for herself and her sisters, the conversation turned to their 
pasts.
	"Amy," Anne said, turning to her while slipping back down into the warm 
water with the wine, "I'm always so amazed at how easily you handle men.  It seems 
like you were built for it."
	"Don't sell yourself short," Amy replied, smiling at the beautiful Asian girl's 
face as she took the glass from her outstretched arm.
	"Are you kidding?" Rachel said while stretching her tall, ebony Amazon body 
before taking her glass.  "I've never met a guy I couldn't handle.  But you, Amy 
Hardstone, you're a master.  Every young Amazon in the world seems to have you 
friended on Ourspace.  You're legendary."
	Amy giggled girlishly.  "I don't know if I'd go that far."  Her eyes looked up at 
the stars.  "I mean, I've had some experience manhandling guys..."
	"Some?" Anne interrupted.
	"Ok, a lot of experience manhandling guys," Amy laughed.  "I guess it's just a 
how I was raised, how I learned at any early age I was strong enough that I could 
take anything I wanted from guys..." she said as her eyes once again drifted to the 
heavens.
	"Sounds like 'little' Amy has some stories," Rachel smiled.
	Amy sipped her wine and gave a little grin.  "Maybe a few."
	"Ooh, tell us, tell us!" Anne squeaked, bouncing up in down in the water.
	"Well," Amy said, leaning herself back more into the bubbling tub, "it all 
started when I was a little girl..."

***

	"Give it back!" 10-year old pigtailed Amy Hardstone yelled as she ran across 
the park.  Randy had been bothering her and her friends for years.  At 12 years of 
age he was well known amongst his elementary school classmates as "the" 
neighborhood bully.  Strong, boorish, and with a penchant for chastising the weak, 
Randy was the epitome of the bully kids loved to hate - and he loved making them 
hate him more.
	"Make me!" Randy yelled back over his shoulder, tucking the ball Amy and 
her friends had been playing with under his arm as he weaved into some trees.  The 
park was large and spacious, a small playground (where the two had run from) 
surrounded by grass and a small forest - the perfect place for parents to take their 
kids to relax while they themselves unwound.  Amy's mother, Elizabeth, was far out 
of earshot, talking with other parents near the park entrance.
	"Give it back you big bully!" Amy yelled, following Randy into the tall forest.  
As Randy duck and dodged around trees, Amy's legs began to pump faster and 
faster.  Her blonde pigtails began swaying back and forth as she picked up speed.  
While she was not at all muscular, at 10 years of age Amy was very athletic.  Her 
mother had gotten her into gymnastics, soccer and other sports at a very young age 
and she had taken to them quite readily.  It wasn't hard for her to keep up with the 
boy two years her senior.
	Randy ran into a clearing, found a bush and dove behind it, out of sight from 
his pursuer.  Amy entered the clearing a few seconds later and stopped, her young 
chest heaving as sweat dripped down her body.  "Where are you?!?" she called.
	Randy laughed, sight unseen.  "You'll never find me."
	"Give me back my ball!" Amy yelled, looking around.  
      Randy could see from his hiding space that Amy was getting more and more 
frustrated.  "No."  He tempted fate.  "You're just a dumb little bitch!"
      Amy stopped, startled.  While she had heard "curse words" before, the 10-
year old had never had someone call her one.  Granted, this boy was bigger and 
older than her by a few years.  Still, what right did he have to call her that? 
      Her anger grew.  "What did you say?"
      "I said," Randy replied as she saw Amy turn her back to the bush he was 
hiding behind.  "You're just a little... dumb..."  He poised himself... "Bitch!"  He 
suddenly dropped the ball and dove out to tackle her.
      The two rolled across the forest floor as leaves stuck to Randy's sweater and 
Amy's pigtails.  Randy was not a weak boy by any stretch of the imagination, having 
participated in sports himself for many years -- he was well-versed in wrestling.   
The two tussled and pressed against one another, grappling for position.  Randy fell 
on top of her, pushing her arms to the ground.
      "Don't you ever call me that!" Amy growled underneath him, the anger slowly 
welling up inside of her.  "What are you going to do about it?" he taunted.
      She pressed her wrists upward, counteracting Randy's strength.  With a 
sudden twist, she whipped their bodies around, pinning Randy underneath her 
thighs and pressing his wrists down to the forest floor.
      "Let me go you bitch!" Randy screamed, looking up at the 10 year-old 
schoolgirl holding him down.  He struggled underneath to no avail.  By this time, 
Amy was out of breath, exhausted, but holding firm.  Moreover, however, she was 
surprised at how easily she was holding the older boy to the ground.  As she felt his 
body squirm beneath her, she found it easy... pleasurable.
      "No," she said, looking down at him with her young eyes and repeating the 
taunt he had recently used on her.  "Make me."
      Randy grew outraged.  He twisted and pulled, kicked his feet up, but was 
unable to remove the young girl from atop him.  Amy watched in fascination, as the 
neighborhood bully she had feared for so long was unable wrest himself from her 
grip.
      "What's the matter?" Amy taunted.  "Can't the big boy move?"
      Randy became more furious and started yelling for help.  While they were 
deep in the forest and weren't likely to be heard for miles, Amy refused to tolerate 
his screaming.  "Be quiet," she intoned.  He paid her no mind.  
      "OK, I'll make you quiet."  Randy's screams were suddenly muffled as Amy 
had dropped her chest down onto his face.  She wrapped her young  (but strong) 
arms around the back of his head as her legs stretched his out in a grapevine.  While 
she had no real breasts to speak of at her age, her hard chest and thin blouse more 
than handled his screams.  Her legs, stretching out her pleated young schoolgirl's 
skirt, bulged with small (but well defined) muscles as she held his legs in check.
	Amy tilted her pigtailed head to the side as she watched the older boy 
struggle underneath her chest.  He could barely see his head but could feel his body 
underneath hers.  Growing weaker.  Struggling.  All the while, feelings welled up in 
her that she had never felt before.
	As he became drained further, she released her grip on his head (which fell to 
the leaf-covered floor with a thud).  Randy was moaning and writhing in pain as 
Amy kneeled up alongside his body.
	"I told you to be quiet," she whispered as she draped her large thigh over his 
head.  "Now I'll make you be quiet." She sat down onto his face.  She pressed down, 
drowning out his moans.  Her skirt, now covered in leaves, draped over his head.  
She again had feelings of power and superiority she had never had before.
	Randy twisted and turned, desperately trying to breathe.   Amy lifted her 
skirt up, noticing how her muscular young thighs bulged around the sides of his 
head.  She felt the ripped remains of her blouse, brushing her hands across her hard 
abs.  She looked down at each of her arms, her hard little biceps flexing from the 
exertion of having wrestled this older boy to the ground.  As she continued to sit on 
Randy's face, she brought her arms up and flexed them, small round peaks of 
unquestionable power.  She smiled, her pigtails shining in the sunlight pouring into 
the clearing, looking down at what her powerful young body had wrought.  He went 
unconscious.
	Amy got up from her seat.  She brushed the leaves off her schoolgirl uniform 
and picked up her ball (lying alongside Randy's body).  She smiled one last time 
down at the (former) neighborhood bully and made her way out of the forest...

***

	"Wow," Anne said.  "You were beating up guys when you were 10?"
	"A few," Amy smiled.  "That was my first one.  I had realized when I was 
young I had been given an incredible gift (both in genetics and how my mother had 
raised me up until that point).  My mom would teach me more as I got older."
	"So at what point did you start sexually ravaging guys," Rachel interrupted.  
The three girls laughed.
	"Later," Amy laughed.  "Much later.  Although, I was kind of sexy before then.  
I remember my first bodybuilding competition..."

***

	Elizabeth Hardstone paced in the prep area at the regional bodybuilding 
championship.  Amy, now 14 years of age, had entered in the teen portion of the 
competition, her first real bodybuilding contest, and was eager to get on stage.  
Elizabeth was also eager (and a little nervous), hoping her daughter would win.
      Amy looked up at her mom, smiling as Elizabeth finished putting light 
makeup on her daughter's face.  "Mom, you're more nervous than I am," she laughed.  
Elizabeth smiled down at her daughter.  "A little, honey."  She patted the sides of 
Amy's full-length coat (part of her "costume" for the posing competition).   She 
collected herself.  "Although, I'm sure you'll do fine."
      "I know I will," Amy smiled.  Elizabeth was impressed with her young 
daughter's confidence.
      "Will all the female teenage contestants report to the stage..." a voice boomed 
out over the loudspeaker.
      "Knock them dead, honey," Elizabeth said.
      "You know I will, Mom," Amy smiled and walked off.
	The teenage girls gathered backstage.  Many were slightly older than Amy 
(16-18).  Each looked fit, but none looked particularly big.  Amy was the only one 
wearing a coat - all of the others were wearing swimsuits or bikinis, and they 
wondered why Amy was dressed as she was.  As each girl got called out to do her 
routine, Amy watched in anticipation.
	"Thank you Shelley," the announcer said as a thin, fit girl left the stage.  "Let's 
give her a warm round of applause.  Finally, we have little 14-year old Amy 
Hardstone.  Let's give her a hand."
	Amy walked out in her full-length coat, her little face beaming and her hair 
done up in her classic pigtails.  She stood in the center of the stage, smiling out at the 
audience.  Her posing music slowly started up.
	"Thank heaven..." she sang to the music, "for little girls..."  She walked slowly 
across the stage.
      "For little girls..." she unbuttoned her coat... "get bigger..." she winked... 
"every day!"  Her coat fell to the stage floor.  The audience gasped.  Amy was 
wearing her soon to be classic schoolgirl uniform.  Her sleeveless blouse stretched 
out over her chest, tied at the waist, revealing her young, hard rock hard abs.  While 
her breasts were growing, they were still larger than most 14-year old girls.  Her 
pleated skirt barely covered her bulging thighs as her muscular calves were stuffed 
into skintight kneesocks and little schoolgirl shoes.  Her tanned body glistened in 
the spotlight.  She was the most muscular - yet feminine - 14-year old girl the 
audience had ever seen.
      "Thank heaven..." she walked across the stage... "for little girls..." she 
whispered... "as they grow up in the most delightful way!"  She turned to her side 
and flexed her chest, proudly puffing it up in power.
      "Those little eyes so helpless and appealing..." she cooed, looking longingly at 
the younh guys in the audience..."one day will flash and send you crashing thru the 
ceiling..."  She performed a powerful most muscular, her chest heaving.
      "Thank heaven..." she sang... "for little girls..." she walked across the stage... 
"thank heaven for them all, no matter where no matter who..." she stepped to the 
front of the stage... "for without them..." she cooed breathlessly as she bent over, 
practically whispering to the guys in the audience.  "What would..." she brought a 
finger to her lips... "little boys..." she cooed... "do?"
      "Thank heaven..." she whispered, standing up and stretching out her thighs... 
"Thank heaven..." she slowly raised her arms... "Thank heaven for lit-" she flexed one 
powerful bicep... "tle..." she flexed the other... "girls!"  She smiled out at the 
dumbstruck audience.
      The audience was still in shock.  Amy gathered up her coat, smiled and 
slinked off stage.  Elizabeth hugged her as soon as she came off.  "That was 
wonderful honey!"
      "You think I did well?" Amy asked, happy to hear her mother's reaction.
      "You put the other girls to shame!"
      15 minutes later, the judge had his decision.  The teenagers walked out again 
onto the stage. 
       "The winner..." the announcer said, looking a bit nervous at Amy, "is Shelly 
Silverstein!"  Amy was in shock.  She ran offstage into her mother's arms.  Elizabeth 
was furious.  
      Later that night, Elizabeth and her daughter approached the judge outside 
who had cost her cost Amy the championship.
      "How dare you!" Elizabeth yelled.  She grabbed the 40-year old man by the 
collar and threw him against the brick fa‡ade of the building.  "You crushed the 
dreams of my little daughter!"
      "Look lady," he stammered quickly... "I've been judging bodybuilding 
competitions for 20 years..."
      "Then you would know that my daughter gave one of the best posing 
routines you've ever seen.  Teenager or otherwise!" she growled.
      "Yes, but Mr. Silverstein..." his voice trailed off.
      "Mr. Silverstein what?"
      "Mr. Silverstein sponsored the competition."  The three grew silent.
      "So that's what this is about..." Elizabeth intoned.  She walked away a few 
steps.  "Amy..." she said.
      "Yes mom?" she replied.
      "Why don't you show the 'nice man' what we think about losing the 
competition to someone else's money."
      "Sure Mom," Amy replied, looking up at the judge.  She threw off her coat 
(still wearing the schoolgirl uniform underneath) and pressed up against the man 
and the wall with her body.  "Mister, why don't we start with a hug?" she said in a 
little girl's voice.  Amy wrapped her powerful arms around the adult and crushed 
him against her.  She picked him up off the ground, his feet dangling against her 
young thighs.
      "You're a mean old man, Mr. Johnson," Amy whispered in a little schoolgirl 
voice.  "Mommy showed me just what to do with mean old men."  She threw Mr. 
Johnson to the alley ground and jumped on top of him.  She snaked her bulging 14-
year old thighs around his midsection and began to squeeze.  "Little girls grow 
bigger every day," she whispered down at his face, his hands pawing at her legs to 
release him.   She looked up at her mother, wrapping her finger around a pigtail.  
"Too easy, mom."
      "Why not show him that hold I taught you," Elizabeth replied.
      "Sure thing, mom," Amy said as she stood up.  "Upsidaisy Mister!" she sang as 
she pulled his body off the ground.  The 14-year old flipped him quickly 
upsidedown, holding him up off the ground and pressing his head in-between her 
calves.  "Little girls need to do their exercises," she said matter of factly.  
      She raised herself up and down, crushing her diamond-shaped calves around 
his face.  It wasn't long before the friction of the exercise (and her bulging muscles) 
busted the seams of the cute white kneesocks. "Oh pooh," Amy said as she looked 
down behind her.  She dropped the judge's moaning body with a thud to the ground.
      "Now, Mommy wants to show you something," Elizabeth said, taking off her 
high heels and lowering her skirt.  "It's a good way to get men like this to shut up."
      "I think I know what you're going to do mom," Amy said, thinking her mom 
was going to do a simple facesit.
      "Yes, but have you ever seen it done like this?" Elizabeth asked, peeling her 
panties off.  Amy's eyes grew open seeing her mother's shaved snatch.  "No..." Amy 
whispered.
      "It's so much better honey, and you can do it when you're older." Elizabeth 
smiled down at her daughter.  "Let mommy show you how.  Goodnight, Mr. 
Johnson!"
      Elizabeth slammed her full weight down on the man.  Before he could move, 
she shimmied her crotch up on top of his head.  As young Amy watched, Elizabeth 
started rubbing her wet pussy across his face.  Elizabeth grabbed his head and 
shoved him into her crotch.
      "Eat me you son of a bitch," she growled.  "Show what a good pussy eater you 
are to my daughter."  Mr. Johnson's tongue flailed out meekly, trying desperately to 
appease the angry mother.  "Men!" Elizabeth growled, "can't do anything right!"  She 
started pushing his face in and out of her crotch.  Amy watched in earnest as her 
Mom thoroughly outclassed the screaming judge.
      "Now, let mommy show you what's really fun to do to men," Elizabeth said to 
her daughter, panting.  "But before that, why don't you say goodbye to the 'nice' 
man, Amy."
      Amy leaned down to see his face under her mother's crotch.  His bloodshot 
eyes, wet with pussy juice, looked up at the muscular young girl looking down at 
him.  Amy titled her pigtailed head, "Goodbye Mister."
      Elizabeth started humping Mr. Johnson's face hard.  Then, just as she was 
reaching orgasm, she slammed his face into her crotch, thrust her legs forward and 
flexed a powerful headscissor.  Amy watched as his body squirmed under her 
mother and her juices sprayed out onto his head.  She continued to squeeze and rub 
his face between her legs as she grinded out the headscissor, his head looking 
almost deformed as she orgasmed.
      Elizabeth stood up, breathless, and looked down at the unconscious judge 
who had previously ruined her daughter's night.  She put on her clothes and smiled 
at Amy, who took her hand and smiled back, and they walked out of the alley 
together.
  
***    
      
      "...And that's the kind of thing I learned from my mom," Amy said, sipping 
more wine.  "Along with a lot of other things."  She smiled.
      "Wow, your mom was a real sexpot," Rachel said.  "And so were you as a little 
girl apparently!"
      Amy laughed.  "Well, I didn't have sex until I was 18.  But there were more 
than a few times than I used what she 'taught' me beforehand.  However, there's one 
day I can remember more than any other.  The day I turned 18..."
    
***  
      
      High school senior Amy Hardstone stood at her locker, talking to some of her 
female classmates.  She had just turned 18 and was a very popular girl -- tall, sexy... 
and incredibly musclebound.  She turned more than a few male students' heads in 
her high school, as well as much of the faculty.  Today she had worn her classic 
schoolgirl uniform.  It seemed out of place on a young adult but was incredibly sexy 
(as were her blond pigtails).
      It was late afterschool and the hallways were slowly clearing.  Her friends 
walked away saying goodbye and she looked across the hall at a fellow senior, 
Arnold Bayer.  Arnold was your classic nerd - bookwormish, weedy.  He didn't play 
sports and his 5'0" stature didn't exactly draw girls to him.  However, there was 
something about Arnold that made Amy quiver.  Something about his size.  
Something about his lack of power.
      After the hallway cleared completely, Amy walked across to Arnold's locker.  
He was busy putting his books away and didn't even notice Amy until he saw her 
large shadow blocking the overhead lights.  He turned up to see her beaming, 
pigtailed, Amazon face.
      "A... Am..." he sputtered.
      "Amy Hardstone," Amy finished his sentence.  "And you are Arnold."
      "How did you know my name?"
      "I've known you for a long time.  Arnold.  One of the smartest guys in our 
class.  Soon to be class valedictorian."
      Arnold was surprised that this beautiful girl knew who he was.  He didn't 
think any did.  "Yes, that's me."
      "Arnold," Amy said, leaning her massive body against his locker.  "You could 
say I've been waiting a long time."
      "Waiting for what?" Arnold shuddered.
      Amy looked around and saw no one else in the hallway.  She pressed her 
massive, bare thigh underneath Arnold and raised her leg, bringing him up with it.  
As he looked down, shaking, she slowly raised his face up to hers using just her one, 
powerful thig".  "This..." she said.  She pressed her lips against his and kissed him, 
continuing to hold him up off the ground.  Her tongue darted in and out of his mouth 
as he literally melted on her thigh.
      "Arnold," she whispered as she lowered him to the ground again.  "I want you 
to come to my house tonight.  I have something I want to show you."
      "Will your parents be around?"
      "My mom will be out..." her voice trailed off, "but she knows what I'm doing."
      "Um, o-ok," he stammered.
      "See you at 8," Amy said, kissing his little forehead.
      
      At 8 PM, Arnold rang the doorbell of the stately Armstone household.  
Everything about the home demonstrated an air of luxury and superiority -- it was 
the perfect home for the Amazons who lived in it.  The house was mostly dark.  He 
listened as he heard a large body come down the steps and opened the door an inch.  
"Come in..." Amy whispered.  He could not see her.
      Arnold walked into a living room with dimmed lights.  The door was closed 
behind him and he heard it lock.  As he turned, he gasped.  Amy was in a sheer white 
negligee, barely covering her massive, muscular body.  Her huge breasts, heaving 
under the thin white fabric, could be seen easily.  Her nipples were large and erect.  
Her six-pack abs were bulging with muscle.  Her thighs were stretched out, powerful 
and intimidating.  Arnold looked down at Amy's thin white panties and noticed she 
was rubbing herself with her fingers.  She was dripping wet.  She raised her fingers 
up to her plush lips and licked them.
      "Arnold," she said, walking towards his cowering body, "I've wrecked a lot of 
guys in my life.  I'm strong.  Very strong.  But I've never taken a guy sexually."  She 
licked her lips.  "Until tonight."
      Arnold quivered.  He was a virgin and while he had a "thing" for Amazon 
women, he never had expected one would want to go out with him (or have sex with 
him for that matter).  This buxom babe, this powerful schoolgirl, however, wasn't 
giving him a choice.
      Amy pressed forward, pushing Arnold's body across the dimly-lit room and 
against  the living room wall.  She swayed her hips and legs like a stripper, rubbing 
her powerful body against his.  "Mmm..." she whispered.  "So small."  Arnold started 
to feel her weight press against harder.  "So crushable."
      Amy stepped back.  Despite the dimmed lights, despite the breathlessly hot 
negligee, she still had her classic "little girl" pigtails.  She bent down and looked right 
in Arnold's face.  "Little man," she cooed like a schoolgirl, "won't you play with me?"
      Before he could answer, Amy pushed Arnold to his knees.  She pressed her 
crotch against his little head and the wall, pressing her pussy against his yielding 
face.  She stepped back.  "I've waited far too long for this," she sighed as she pulled 
her panties down.  She pressed up against him again, sliding her wet pussy across 
his face and tickling her clit against his nose.   She grinded harder against him.  
"Mmm..." she sighed.
      He was so small.  Even his head looked tiny compared to her shaved pussy.  
"Hmm," she thought out loud.  "I wonder."  She put her hands at the back of his head 
and slowly pushed his face up and inward against her crotch.  He started to struggle, 
banging his fists at her unyielding thighs.  She smiled down at him and opened her 
legs wider.  She pushed his head upwards harder and harder.  Finally, with a wet 
sound, she pressed his tiny head completely into her Amazon pussy.
      "My god..." she leaned her head back, grinding his head inside her pussy and 
looking out across the room at a full length mirror.  She raised her arm up and flexed 
it in an unearthly bicep as the young man dangled helplessly from her vagina.  "Ooh, 
if mom could only see me now."
      After nearly suffocating him, she slid his wet head  out of her crotch, 
coughing, and lifted his body over her shoulder in a fireman carry.  She carried him 
upstairs to the master bedroom (which her mom said she could use for the night) 
and threw Arnold's body onto the huge king sized bed.  
      She closed the door behind her and tore off her negligee, revealing her huge, 
hard naked body.  She reached down and grabbed Arnold by the foot, dragging him 
across the bed to her and then lifting him up with one hand.  With the other hand, 
she pulled off his clothes with one loud rip.  His naked body dangled like the prey it 
was.  She licked her lips.
      "Now," she said, "time for my lollipop."  She placed one hand under his crotch 
and raised his body until it was level with his face.  She turned her pigtailed head to 
the side and looked at his dick greedily.  "Do you want me to lick your lollipop?" she 
said in a little girl's voice.
      "Yes..." Arnold whispered softly.
      Her tongue peaked out and came close to touching the head, but went back 
between her plush lips.  "Are you sure you want me to lick your lollipop?"
      "Yes..." he shuddered.
      She again teased him with her tongue.  "Really sure?"
      "Yes, god yes..."
      "Say it.  Say 'Amy, lick my lollipop.'"
      "Amy," he cried, "please lick my lollipop."
      "Mmm, with pleasure."   Amy pressed his body forward, pulling his dick 
between her waiting lips and then playing with it with her tongue.  Her outstretched 
fingers began fondling his balls, squeezing them as she moved his body in and out.  
It was all Arnold can do but collapse crying in her arms.
      Amy looked up at him with her beautiful eyes.  "So tasty..." she whispered, 
licking her tongue around the head.  She pressed in and lightly tugged on it with her 
lips.  "Do you know what I like most about lollipops?"
      Arnold shook in her hand.  She looked up deviously at him. "I love to keep 
sucking on them until they're all gone."  She slammed his body forward, pressing his 
dick deep into the back of her throat.  Her lips closed around his dick and even his 
balls, her tongue ravaging both as she sucked harder and harder.  Arnold's eyes 
rolled back into his head as he could barely contain himself.  Her mouth ravaged his 
balls and he was seconds away from blowing his load.
      With one hand, she threw him to the bed again, still erect.  Arnold sat up and 
tried to push himself away from Amy until he hit the headboard.  There was 
nowhere to escape this powerful schoolgirl vixen.  Amy got on the bed on all fours, 
slowly crawling her huge body towards his small one, licking her lips like a jungle 
cat.
      "Arnold," she said, looking at her nails nonchalantly, "I'm going to take you.  
You will be my first."  She eyed him mischievously.  "I'll try not to break you," she 
cooed.
      She pounced her massive body onto him.  Gathering up his smaller body (and 
still erect dick) underneath her, she crushed down and around his body and into the 
mattress.  If it wasn't for the small fists on either side of her body banging her huge 
back (giving a very weak struggle), it would be impossible to know she was fucking 
someone.  The bed shook as she bounced up and down, driving his frail little body 
deep into the mattress.  She shook her pigtails from side to side and enjoyed the 
withering little man barely alive underneath her as she powered through sex.
      "My god," she whispered to herself, feeling her pussy crush down on his dick.  
"This is wonderful."   She licked her lips.  "Everything mommy said it would be."
      She looked down at the man crushed between her muscles and kissed his 
forehead again like she had done in the high school hallway.  She was taking 
everything she could from him and she wanted to thank him for it.  She rolled over 
so that he was on top, but with her powerful arms and legs constricting around his 
sides he was barely visible.  She pressed his weeping face between her monstrous 
tits and continued to milk his dick with her pussy.   She tilted her head back and 
screamed.  Again, if it weren't for the occasional little tiny fists trying to beat off her 
hard body, it would be hard to tell she was having sex with anyone at all.  It looked 
more like she was using a toy - and that's exactly what Arnold was.
      Amy rolled over and looked down at her boytoy again.  While continuing to 
hump him, she pressed her lips against his ear.  "Now, baby, I want you to cum 
inside of me.  Give me everything you've got.  Because if you don't..."
      She whispered in his ear, licking and biting it, "I may just fuck you to death."
      She began bouncing up and down, harder and harder.  Her muscles and 
weight were wrecking him, crushing down on his overmatched crotch and looking 
to squeeze the juices from him.  He was actively weeping now, pushing up at her 
thighs, trying to free himself but it to no avail.  She looked down at him and then 
titled her head back, bashing harder and harder into the mattress.  She looked up at 
the overhead mirror her mom had above the master bed and raised her biceps.  Her 
pigtails bounced behind her as she flexed her biceps powerfully, squeezing down 
and crushed the poor man who was stupid enough to get between her thighs.  
      "Now!" she screamed.  "Give it to me!"  He cried out.  She could feel his dick 
spasming in her pussy.  She milked him for all him worth as he became unconscious, 
seconds away from being literally "fucked to death".
      Amy leaned forward, drenched with sweat, and laid her body down on top of 
Arnold again.  He was barely breathing as her body closed around him slowly. "That 
was amazing, lover."  She kissed his forehead one last time...
      
***

	"...And that was the first time I had sex," Amy said, finishing her wine glass.  
"First time of many," she winked.
	"Gee Amy," Anne smiled.  "That was awesome."
	"Agreed," Rachel said.  "I loved the way you took him."
	"I loved the way you kissed his forehead.  It was like you owned him." Anne 
said.
	"I loved everything about it," Amy replied.  "And I still love doing it today."
	The girls heard some moaning on the grass near the hottub.  One of their 
"toys" for the night was slowly waking up.
	"Looks we're going to have a little more fun tonight," Amy smiled.  "Aren't we 
girls?"  They put their wine glasses down, ready to start another "conquest".

The End