Last House On The Right By C. James Three college coeds develop a serious "crush" on a prying young man All winter long, I'd passed by the old two-story woodframe house without giving it a second thought. Situated at the entrance of the college campus, it was the last house on the right. It seemed like an ordinary house on a block of slightly rundown house that lined the streets near the campus. Then, as winter receded into spring, I realized that some of the occupants of this particular house were anything but ordinary. Like most of the houses in the area, this particular house had been divided into two, sometimes three apartments. This was done to accomodate the influx of college students who attended the well-known city college. As for the house in question, it too had been subdvided with a couple of small apartment units on the ground floor and a somewhat larger single apartment on the second. It was this latter upstairs apartment that drew my curiosity. Several times, as April wound into May, I happened to notice the occupants of the upstairs apartment. They were frequently to be seen lounging about on the small upstairs balcony. There were three of them. All of them distinctly female. But from my sidewalk vantage point, these three females were no ordinary tenants. Frankly, I'd never seen anything quite like them, at least not in the flesh. Aside from the fact that they would each qualify as a "babe" and cavorted around the balcony with little in the way of clothing, there was something even more unusual and distinctive about them. They were all extremely "athletic" in appearance. These college girls were a far cry from the traditional cheerleader type. From what I could gather from my brief glimpses, the three of them were unusually muscular. Not that their muscles were bulging out all over the place, but they definitely sported some real muscle. Their shoulders were just so much broader, their arms more obviously muscular and their legs just so much stronger looking compared to those of girls I was familiar with. It was if they were female aliens who had taken up residence in this small college town. Over the next couple of months, even after graduating from high school, I continued walking passed the house in the hopes of catching a glimpse of these wonderwomen. But it wasn't until late summer that I was destined to actually make direct contact. By that time, I'd grown curious enough to venture beyond the sidewalk. Sometimes I would conceal myself behind a hedge next to the house where I had a better view of the balcony. Still not satisfied, I bought a cheap pair of binoculars to obtain an even more intimate view. Often, I trembled in anticipation as I waited for one or more of the threesome to appear on the balcony. Rarely was I disappointed. And more often than not, the three of them appeared together for my secret viewing pleasure. One of balcony amazons was taller than the other two, with reddish hair and very pale skin. And her slender but well-muscled arms rippled as she slid her taut snake-like body into chaise lounge. She was soon joined by a slightly shorter blonde with a large firm bust and an even firmer washboard abdomen. Then, alongside the blonde, was a much darker, stalkier black-haired beauty whose most impressive attribute had to be her legs, in particular, her large but shapely thighs which seemed to swell with every step. Together, on the balcony, they were the three most intriguing women I'd ever seen. Part of me wished desperately for the nerve to leave my hiding place and fearlessly climb the long wooden stairway which in my fevered mind, was clearly a stairway to heavan. Perhaps if I'd had more time to summon the courage, I could have met them on my own terms. Maybe then I could have controlled the situation. But as it happened, I was thrust into it wholly unprepared. It was a weekday in late August, and I'd probably only been watching them for maybe ten minutes or so when I sensed that I should leave. I don't know exactly why, but I suddenly felt a stab of panic. So, tucking my binoculars into my shirt, I sort of crouched down and trotted out from behind the bushes. That's when I heard her voice. And though it wasn't exactly an angry or threatening voice, I froze. "HEY....YOU...HOLD ON," the voice commanded. For an instant, I thought about breaking into a dead run. But instead, I tilted my head and looked to the top of the stairway where she stood. It was the shorter dark-complected woman who stared down at me. "COME UP HERE, I WANNA TALK TO YOU," she ordered. My feet shuffled toward the stairway as I tried avert me eyes from her gaze. But my eyes became riveted to her as my leaden feet ascended the stairs. There she stood, her brawny arms crossed over her red bikini top. My eyes scanned down her stout body, from her wide torso, to her trim bare waist. Then, from the top ridge of her cutoff levis, down her thick brown thighs, all the way to her impatiently tapping toes. "Sit down," she said, motioning me toward an aluminum patio chair behind one of those wooden tables fashioned from a spool of industrial cable. I detected a flickering smile on her lips as she sat down opposite me. I looked quickly around. We were alone on the balcony. "So, what's your name?" I dutifully answered. "Aren't you glad you didn't decide to run?" Her question puzzled me. "Wh . . .Why?" I stammered. She smiled. "Because you knew it would be all over for you." "I'm not sure I understand." "Sure you do. Think about it." I gave it some intense thought, but could not arrive at a rational response. "Okay, I'll expalin it for you. You realized that if you took off, you'd never ever have another chance." "Another chance?" "Of course, you'd never come within a mile of this place again." I shook my dizzy head. "I still don't think . . ." She interrupted. Then she grabbed at my cord around my neck and pulled the binoculars out from beneath my shirt. "This is what I mean. Don't you think we've known about you spying on us?" You could hear me gulp all the way to Ohio. "It's not that we really object or anything. In a way, it's kind of flattering. But you know, you're invading our privacy." I began to apologize but she would have none of it. "Don't apologize. Especially if you don't mean it." "But I do," I said lamely. She laughed and shook her head. "What's your name anyway," she asked. I told her. Then she took me by the collar and almost pulled me out of my chair. "Look Carl, don't give me any shit and we'll have a good time." I smiled sheepishly and nodded my agreement. "Oh, in case you're wondering, I'm Violet." She let go of my collar and seemed to relax. "You really like me, don't you?" I was afraid to answer and Violet smiled slyly. "Don't you?" she asked more forcefully. "Sure, you seem like a . . ." I was floundering for words. "Of course you do. I can tell that you like me." She was playing with me and I felt stupid and powerless. Here I was, a pretty big guy and I was allowing myself to be toyed with by this much smaller Mexican girl or whatever she was. My male pride was flaring just a bit, but Violet doused it rather quickly. "I'll bet you'd like to arm-wrestle me, wouldn't you?" "Forget it. Actually, I think I'd better leave," I blurted with surprising firmness. As I began to stand, Violet drilled me with her black eyes. Then she reached over and shoved me hard in the chest. The strength in her shove was unnerving. I fell back into my chair. "I'll make you a deal, Carl. If you can beat me at arm-wrestling then you can leave, how's that?" While I struggled for an intelligent reply, she propped her arm on the table. "C'mon Carl, you're a big boy. Besides, we both know how badly you want to." She was right, I did. A wave of excitement rose from my stomach as I locked hands with her. As we each tightened our grips I watched as her bicep flexed and peaked. It was much harder and more defined as compared to my somewhat larger but softer bicep. "Anytime you're ready," she said with a taunting smile. And she waited till I exerted the initial pressure before she countered. It was an incredible surge of power as she bent my wrist backward and a sharp pain radiated down my arm. While I panted and grunted, she seemed to just hold my arm at bay. She was smiling as I strained to relieve the intense pressure on my wrist. Giving it all I had, her expression suddenly changed to one of deadly seriousness and I felt my arm being quickly driven down. WHAM!!! Suddenly, my arm crashed flat on the table, all of its strength exhausted. Once more, as she continued pinning my arm to the table, she drilled me with those dark eyes of hers. "Well, who would've thunk it? Looks like I won." Violet had provided me with the biggest thrill of my life. Sure, I'd just been humiliated, but as I'd suspected all along, I'd found much pleasure in the humiliation. And Violet thoroughly understood my reaction as she flexed her right bicep. "Go ahead. Feel it," she insisted. My hand was visibly shaking as I carressed her peaking bicep. "You know, I think you're ready to meet the others," Violet observed. And with that she took me firmly by the arm and escorted me quickly into the apartment. We proceeded through a small kitchen into what appeared to be a bedroom converted into a makeshift gym. Any number of barbell plates were scattered about the floor, but what caught my immediate attention was the sight of the tall redhead. Without seeming to notice us, she continued hoisting dumbells in either hand. She huffed and puffed through her teeth as rivulets of perspiration rolled over her small but perky breasts and glistened on her pale hard stomach. Her eyes were totally fixed on her sinewy biceps. And while her biceps didn't peak as dramatically as Violet's they appeared much longer and no less powerful. Standing just a few feet away was the blonde who was performing curls with a barbell. Looking to be just a shade shorter than the redhead, she had the face of a super-model which was enhanced by her rock-hard overall physique. She too glistened with perspiration as she kept curling the iron. Neither woman paid any attention to us until, finally, Violet spoke. "Well, looks like they've been getting ready for you." Suddenly, they both lowered their respective weights to the floor and gave me the once over. "That's Morgan," Violet said pointing at the redhead. "She holds our house record in the dumbell curl and bench press. She can curl 75 pounds in either arm and she's benched 275 pounds." I suddenly realized who Morgan reminded me of, she was Meryl Streep with muscles. "And that's Gail. She holds house records for reps in both the barbell curl and the bench press. She's benched 200 pounds 15 times and curled 125 pounds 40 times." And Gail sort of smirked in my direction. And Gail also reminded me of someone. Sort of a Barbara Eden with a dutchboy cut. "What about you," I asked. "Not too bad. I hold the record for the heaviest squat. 470 pounds. And I can leg press over a thousand. Together, we're probably the strongest three women in the whole school if not the state," she boasted. "You haven't introduced your friend," Morgan chimed in. Violet chuckled. "Yeah, well this is Carl. He's the guy in the bushes." The three women all laughed. "So, I guess you approve of us big, strong girls, huh?" And Morgan sauntered over to where I stood and placed an arm over my shoulder. "I'll bet you fantasize about us all the time, don't you?" Her breath was hot on my face as she moved closer. "Well, guess what, we're here now to help bring your fantasies to life." I tried to move away from her, but Morgan trapped me in her arms and pressed me back into the wall. As her strong arms bearhugged my waist, Morgan suddenly covered my mouth with hers and kissed me. It was a long, hard almost violent kiss. I pushed hard against her shoulders, but she was simply overpowering. Jerking my head back by the hair, she locked her lips against mine while raising a knee into my crotch. The harder she kissed me, the harder she drove her knee into my groin. Again, I was both frightened and pleasured by the pain. After nearly smothering me, Morgan abruptly stopped and looked over to Violet. "That's enough for now. Here, take your boyfriend," and she shoved me toward Violet. Violet stared at me for several seconds before reaching down and giving my balls a hard squeeze. "Shit, you don't have much of a hardon," she quipped. "Maybe this will help," she said as she bitch-slapped me across the mouth. The force of her slap buckled my knees. And then I sank completely to my knees as she resumed squeezing my balls. "How about that? Does that help?" she asked in a strangely soft voice. "I'VE GOT IT," she screamed. And she ripped off her bikini top only to expose her voluptious brown breasts. Another ferocious slap sent me toppling over to the floor and Violet dove on top of me. Soon she had me pinioned beneath her. Powerful legs grapevined mine as she pressed her naked chest into my face. For a moment, I was ecstatic as she shrouded my head in her breasts. But then, I felt a sharp pain as her grapevine wrenched at my knees and tore at my groin. And the she-devil accentuated the pain by using her free hand to squeeze at my privates once again. Then, at one point, she relaxed the grapevine and concentrated her attack on my head. Hugging my head in both arms, she now seemed intent on really smothering me with her breasts. Gasping for dear life, my body thrashed about as much as it could with her grapevine restraining my lower body. "Hey, leave something for me," I heard someone shout. It turned out to be Gail demanding a shot at me. Actually, I was relieved as Violet finally rolled off me. "Go ahead, he's all yours," she said. And then I was rather surprised as Gail actually helped me back to my feet. She then stood back and scrutinized me. "You look like you've got a pretty big gut," Gail said as she suddenly tore my shirt open. Startled, I backed away from her. "Morgan, I think I'm gonna need you to hold him." I wanted nothing more than to get out of there, but my feet seemed to be anchored in concrete. Any sexual excitement I may have felt earlier was quickly turning to fear. "Whoooa there," Morgan said as she blocked my way. "We'll let you know when it's all right to leave." And the lanky redhead easily muscled me into a full-nelson. "C'mon don't bend him over, stand him straight," exhorted Gail. "Sorry `bout that," said Morgan. And she stretched me upright to the point that my toes were barely touching the floor. "That's it. Perfect," Gail said as she sunk her right hand into my solar-plexus. My body shuddered as she followed with a hooking shot to my ribs. "I think he's got a future as a human heavy bag," Gail quipped as she popped a couple of lighter jabs into my flabby midriff. With a determined scowl, Gail crouched down, then came forward bobbing and weaving. WHOMP . . . WHOMP . . . WHOMP. A three punch combination to my belly left me sagging. Only Morgan's full-nelson kept me from going down as my rubbery legs failed me. I heard myself actually whimper as Gail delivered another heavy left-hook to my ribs. But after a couple of right hooks to the other side, I was practically out on my feet. "Hmmm, better go a little easier on him. We don't want to miss out on the grand finale," Violet interjected. "I think you've got a point," agreed Morgan who suddenly had me in a hammerlock and stranglehold. As I slapped feebly at her forearm, Morgan steered me out of the bedroom and into the kitchen where she slammed me into a dinette table. The incredible pain of her hammerlock was irresistible as she bent my torso across the table. I tried raising my head only to have Morgan grab my hair and slam my face onto the formica. "So, who's going to do the honors?" inquired Morgan. "I hope you don't mind . . . ," said Violet as she strapped on the grotesque appendage. "But you both know how much I've been looking forward to this." Gail and Morgan cackled wickedly as Violet strutted about with the hideous dildo dangling from her waist. Overwhelmed by panic, I fought to free myself, but Morgan's hammerlock prevented any escape as she cinched it tighter. "Hold still. Don't make me break your arm, asshole," she muttered. It wasn't so much the pain, but the utter helplessness that concerned me. Hell, they could murder me and there was nothing I could do to stop them. Tears of shame and humilation welled in my eyes as I felt them removing my pants. One of them slapped me on the bare ass and they erupted into hysterical laughter. I could hear my teeth grinding and my colon contract as Violet gripped my hips in her hands and squeezed. "Take it easy, boyfriend. Just relax and enjoy," she said in a whispery, mocking tone. I remember trying to somehow tighten my ass, to somehow repel the invading object. I felt her fingernails digging into my hips. A blinding white light was accompanied by a spasm of unspeakable pain. The force of her intitial thrust drove the table forward several inches. After repeated thrusts and penetrations the pain subsided and I felt a strange warm limpness come over my body. The room and everyone in it seemed not to exist as everything melted in a watery blur. Still, as Violet continued ramming the dildo into my ass, I could vaguely sense a rhythmic, pounding pain. I awoke with a start and tried to gather myself. Evidently, hours had passed since my nightmarish encounter with those bitches from hell. And strangely, I found myself lying in a patch of weeds. My underwear and pants were wadded around my ankles and every inch of my body ached. Crawling to my knees, I realized where I was. It was a vacant lot just down the street from it had all happened. The sun was low in the sky, nearly dusk I thought. With great effort, I managed to gather my clothing and self together. I struggled to stand, rubbed my dry eyes and peered down the street. In the fading light and shadows, the last house on the right was almost completely obscured.