NANCY'S DAY IN THE PARK
By Kandor
The town bully gets what's coming to her


	I'd only been dating Nancy a few months and didn't 
know much about her. I knew she was a little on the meek 
side; I'd not seen her angry yet, couldn't imagine her 
pissed off at anything. Still, she intrigued me, as much by 
her shy intelligence as her diminutive sexiness. At only 5-
foot-3, about 115 pounds, she was a rather small girl, very 
pretty of face with a pair of big brown eyes that could 
drink you in from across the small square in the middle of 
the town where we lived. And she had a drop-dead gorgeous 
body, too, tight and hard, even if small. Her ass was 
world-class and she had a rock-hard belly that I loved to 
kiss and lavish with attention.
	But she didn't anger easily, I figured, which is a 
good asset to have in a town full of small-minded dickheads 
and chip-bearing bullies. Like Kelly, a monstrous redhead 
with a foul mouth and temper to match. Small towns have 
bullies, they all do, but they're usually men. Kelly was 
the first female bully I'd seen, and she was the worst of 
any the town had ever endured. She'd beat up old men for 
the fuck of it and one time when our limp-dicked sheriff 
tried to do something about it, Kelly took him in a two-
hour bodyscissors in the town square that left him with a 
gut full of busted ribs and earned him a two-week hospital 
stay. No charges were ever filed.
	So it made sort of morbid sense that Nancy and Kelly 
would clash. They were exact opposites. Nancy wouldn't say 
shit if she had a mouthful, and Kelly had nothing but shit 
to say about everyone. Especially me. We had dated just 
prior to me going out with Nancy. OK, yes, that makes me a 
moron, I know, but Kelly is huge and I love huge women. 
She's got these really long, thick and insanely strong legs 
(remember the sheriff with the busted ribs?), and that 
turns me on. I love strong women. And besides, I only dated 
Kelly for a little while until the dominance of her 
assholeness totally overrode any pleasure I got getting 
mashed in her giant legs.
	But Kelly spurned is Kelly pissed, and when she saw 
me and Nancy together, she let us have it, verbally, both 
barrels. You never heard language like you heard come out 
of this girl's mouth. Me, I'm a trucker, I hear - and use - 
bad language a lot. Kelly would embarrass even me. But 
Nancy ignored her, just turned and walked away, and that 
was cool. I'd punch that redheaded cunt in the mouth if I 
were Nancy, but that's just the way Nancy is. Or was, I 
should say.
	July 4 was a hot day in town, thick with wet air and 
screams of the annual Independence Day celebration. Nancy 
and I were on the square, with the whole population of 
town, which ain't much in a small place like Dalton. And 
Kelly was there. Across the street. Glaring at us. The big 
redhead wore tight black spandex pants ending at the knee 
and short white socks and sneaks, her massive calves 
rolling like fleshy thunder as she bounced up and down on 
her toes, watching us, getting pissed. Nancy and I were 
smooching under the shade of the square's big old elm tree, 
waiting on the barbecue. Nancy had on a short sun dress, 
flowery little thing, and flat sandals. She looked about as 
able to harm a soul as the flies buzzing nearby. Then 
things changed with the single kick to the pussy that big 
Kelly delivered after she'd barreled up to us. She'd seen 
enough from across the street and thundered up to where 
Nancy and I sat, smashing her sneakered foot right between 
Nancy's legs, connecting with my girlfriend's pussy with 
such a loud sound, it made me and several of our nearby 
friends wince.
	"What the fuck, you sick shit!" I roared, jumping up 
to slam my hands into Kelly's broad shoulders. WE stood 
face to face. I'm six feet; so's Kelly. It could be an even 
fight.
	"Fuck you, noodle cock, my fight ain't with you, it'd 
be too easy anyway," Kelly growled. "I want a piece of that 
shrimpy cunt you call a girlfriend!"
	Nancy struggled to her feet, her hands cupped to her 
crotch. She was red in the face, embarrassed by what 
happened. She started to pull me away.
	"C'mon, Paul, let's go..." she croaked, turning her 
eyes from Kelly and gingerly stepping away. "It's OK..."
	"No it's NOT!!" Kelly roared, kicking up with that 
foot again, catching Nancy between the legs from behind, 
slamming the instep into her abused pussy.
	The impact was so hard, Nancy somersaulted forward, 
coming to a stop on her butt, her skirt hiked up high. 
Onlookers gasped. I lunged for Kelly, but the big girl 
brought her other foot up and nailed me a perfect shot in 
the balls. I doubled over and the laughing redhead slapped 
her meaty calves around my neck for a standing scissors 
hold. She balled the huge muscles up and crushed me hard, 
nearly knocking me out. When she let go, she turned her 
attention to Nancy, who was struggling to her feet.
	"You're mine now, cunt," Kelly growled and attacked.
	It was painful to watch. Kelly unleashed a barrage of 
brutal body and pussy punches and kicks to little Nancy's 
body, and the little girl tried her best to cover up, but 
could not. Kelly was a wild woman, eyes flashing with 
hatred and ignorance, as those big hands pummeled my 
girlfriend, who was now bent up into a protective ball. 
Kelly grabbed a handful of Nancy's brown ponytail and bent 
her frightened head back. Nancy's big brown eyes were awash 
with fear, her mouth opened in a scream. Kelly laughed and 
coughed up a gross ball of spit to hawk right into Nancy's 
mouth. The little girl gagged and spit up all over herself.
	"Now you're gonna get what the sheriff got," Kelly 
hissed, sitting Nancy on the ground of the town common 
before hundreds of stunned onlookers. "I'm gonna scissor 
your insides right out your asshole!!!!"
	Kelly's legs locked brutally tight around Nancy's 
slender middle. With the sheriff, it took some work to do 
the damage because of his girth. With Nancy, there was 
nothing but bone and guts and Kelly's giant thighs were 
grinding it all to dust, the big calves locked before 
Nancy. Kelly would slam those locked feet down for good 
measure, pumping them into Nancy's already bruised pussy. 
The little brunette screamed in pain. It was all I could 
take and despite my balls still aching, I struggled to my 
knees to wobble over to where Nancy was getting scissored 
to death.
	Then it happened. I saw the look in little Nancy's 
big eyes, a look that instantly told me to back off, that 
she knew what she was doing. Nancy quietly reached into a 
side pocket of her sundress and came out with a tiny pill. 
I was the only one who saw it. Seconds later, there was a 
distinct glow in Nancy's big eyes, and again, I was the 
only one who saw it. But what Kelly then saw, what everyone 
else did, were those arms.
	They were growing, swelling and just rippling with 
muscle. Nancy let out a low growl and sat up against the 
crush of Kelly's big legs, holding her arms out to the 
sides so all could watch a river of muscle and sinew dance 
in her tight forearms, ripple up to her biceps and triceps 
and just mound up in a mind-boggling display of raw 
feminine power. Nancy roared, staring intently at me, a 
slight smile on her pretty face. She struck a double bicep 
pose and big meaty baseballs of muscle erupted. The crowd 
gasped. Even Kelly.
	"What the fuck?" she hissed. "Who the fuck are you, 
Popeye! You fucking FREAK!!!"
	Kelly punched down the scissors so hard it appeared 
it would cut little Nancy in two. But the brunette just 
smiled and winked at me. Reaching down with her hands to 
grab the socked calves, Nancy's big biceps rippled with 
strength as she easily pried Kelly's crushing legs apart. 
Nancy jumped up, brushing her dress straight. Her arms were 
pumped now, not as big now that they weren't being used, 
but thick and hard and dangerous. Kelly leaped to her feet.
	"You fucking cunt!" she spat. "NOBODY gets outta my 
scissors!!"
	Nancy smiled as Kelly flew at her. Nancy drew back 
her clenched fist and launched it forward, a bony 
piledriver that landed with a crunching thud in the middle 
of Kelly's stunned face, busting her nose and loosening a 
few teeth. The big girl staggered to a dead stop. Nancy 
laughed and walked up to her, encircling the thick neck 
with her now huge arm for a brutal headlock.
	"Want more?" Nancy hissed. "You got it!!!"
	The crowd, at first silent at Nancy's display of 
power, roared its approval as the brunette clenched her 
teeth and just pummeled Kelly's trapped face with her free 
fist, driving her knuckles into Kelly's eyes, ears, nose, 
mouth. Kelly screamed in agony and cried at the first real 
beating of her life. By the time Nancy was done and let go, 
Kelly had just enough strength to beg for mercy.
	"Please....no more......" she cried, sobbing on her 
knees, her limp arms hugging Nancy's short legs.
	Nancy laughed and shrugged the clinging girl away. 
Standing back, she then ran forward and delivered a brutal 
uppercut to Kelly's chin, literally sending the big girl 
flying across the town square. Almost at the same time she 
landed, Nancy ran over to her and executed a perfect flying 
drop kick to Kelly's big boobs, smashing her back even 
farther until the big girl crashed into the wall of town 
hall. All over the town square the beating continued, with 
Kelly flying from one corner of it to the next, with Nancy 
punching or kicking her 10, 20, 30 yards at a time, 
effortlessly. Kelly was a bloody mess at the end, Nancy was 
barely breaking a sweat. The crowd was going wild. And I 
had the hardon of my fucking life.
	The last punch was the worst, Nancy's hugely capped 
bicep popping up thick and creamy on her slim arm as the 
fist crashed into Kelly's busted mouth, sending her flying, 
ass over elbow, backwards to land headfirst in a pile of 
cow shit town workers had left near the flowerbed on the 
square. The crowd roar was deafening, especially as Nancy 
walked up to Kelly and pulled down the big girl's tight 
pants, revealing a huge white ass. Nancy straddled the 
beaten girl and spanked her brutally hard, the thick bicep 
flaring and flexing madly as she did, her hand a blur of 
agonized motion on the former bully's rapidly reddening 
rump.
	"'Bout goddam time!" someone hollered from the crowd.
	"Hit that fat ass harder!!" someone added.
	"Stick something UP it!" screamed a third. OK, so it 
was me.
	Nancy laughed and stopped spanking, reaching down to 
grab a rake, turning the handle toward Kelly's ass. When 
the big girl felt her anus spread, she screamed. And she 
screamed louder when she felt a full foot of hard, cold 
wood skewer her tight shitter. Nancy was in heaven now, a 
dreamy look in those big eyes, as she raped the asshole of 
the town bully on the town square with a town rake.
	"I gotta finish this off my way," Nancy growled, 
standing up and leaving the rake sticking out of Kelly's 
quivering butt.
	She headlocked the big girl in that rippling arm 
again, the huge bubble of muscle creasing deep as she did, 
waltzing Kelly over to the town fountain and slamming her 
cowshit-caked face under the water to wash her off. When 
she was clean, she flipped the crying girl to her back, 
right there by the fountain and the huge granite statue of 
Hannibal Harnois, who founded the town in 1789. Hannibal's 
eyes were looking right down on the proceedings as Nancy 
hiked up her skirt, pulled her panties aside and to the 
gasp of the crowd, sat right on the town bully's moaning 
face, burying the nose in her crack, taking it deep into 
her sweaty asshole.
	"Smell it, you cunt!!" Nancy yelled, raising her 
voice for the first time that I'd known her. "Smell my 
shitty asshole!!!"
	The crowd fell silent as they watched Nancy buck and 
roll her slim hips, snapping down hard, devouring Kelly's 
entire face in her muff and buttcrack, eating up her nose 
deeper inside her demanding asshole. There was no mistaking 
this; Nancy was coming. I recognized the signs having made 
her come myself, but anyone else who knew anything about 
sex knew this woman was gushing a huge load all over 
Kelly's crying face. When she finished and it looked like 
she'd busted kelly's nose off up her tight ass, the crowd 
went insane, cheering and screaming and lifting Nancy off 
the beaten girl's face, carrying her on their shoulders. 
Nancy beamed, her big biceps boiling under the soft sexy 
skin of her arms. She struck poses for anyone with a camera 
as they carried her around the square as the sun set in the 
west and the forgotten barbecue chicken blackened to coal 
on the hot grills. No one cared. Peanut butter and jelly 
sandwiches could be made to replace the ruined picnic food. 
The town bully had been defeated.
	When the din died down and people resumed their 
holiday celebrations, Nancy pulled me to the side, near the 
fountain, and nailed me a deep, wet kiss. It was as 
sexually aggressive as I'd ever seen her.
	"We're going home now and you're gonna fuck me once, 
twice, three times, maybe four," she hissed. "And I'm gonna 
ride your face, make you clean me out, and you'll fuck me 
again! Any questions?"
	"Just one," I asked, feeling those amazing arms wrap 
around my neck in a hard hug. "What took you so long? And, 
uh, will that pill you took make ME grow, if you know what 
I mean??"
	"From the feel of that thing pressing into my belly," 
she giggled, rubbing her hard stomach against my hard cock 
as it poked into her through my pants, "you don't need a 
damn pill!!"
	She laughed, swept me into her powerful, thick arms 
and carried me home.