THE FARMER'S AMAZON DAUGHTERS
By Kandor
Two travelling salemen met the farmer's daughters - and their mother
Update: 01/11/1997 to kandor

	Mark slammed the hood of the big Chevy down, sending a blanket of steam 
billowing out the sides into Keith's face. He was just about level with the 
fender and squinted as the moistness stung his eyes.
	"Hey, watch what the fuck you're doing, will ya asshole?" Keith growled, 
rubbing his tiny hands into his eyes and staggering back. "If it wasn't for you, 
we wouldn't be here anyway, so don't take it out on me.You said you were gonna 
check the radiator, not me"
	"Fuck you," Mark growled, spinning around to lean against the bumper of 
the car, the small of his back hitting it, arms crossed and angry. "Just fuck 
you, OK?"
	The men, owner/operators of a dubious company selling the dubiously named 
product, "Bovine Beautifier," were far from the city that was their base of 
scamming operation. They had concocted a harmless collection of grains and 
chemicals in a can, slapped fancy labels on it depicting pretty cows dancing, 
and then took to the hills trying to sell them to farmers dumb enough to believe 
the product would add tremendous weight to their farm animals, thus boosting 
their slaughterhouse return.
	Sales weren't good, largely because farmers aren't that dumb and Mark and 
Keith were terrible salesmen, in addition to being bad scam artists. People 
tended to see through them and their product and it all came to a symbolic head 
when the radiator blew on their beat-up '82 Chevy with 287,000 miles on it, the 
whistle of steam fading away as the car cooled off - and Mark heated up.
	"You know, you dumb little fucker, this was your fucking idea," he said, 
growling at Keith. "'Bovine Beautifier'. Jesus fucking Christ, what a fucking 
asshole I was for even listening to you this time. 'Oh, this'll put us in Cancun 
this time, on the beach, drinks in our hands, beee-YOOO-teeful Mexican cunts on 
our faces', you said. Fuck you, Keith, just FUCK YOU!!"
	The two men leaned their tiny bodies against the car in silence, weighing 
their options. There weren't many. They couldn't call anyone, since they 
couldn't afford a car phone. There was nobody going by this god-forsaken stretch 
of country road and the car was down and out, no water, a busted radiator, and 
the heat of the day was coming in the form of a hot sun rising over the eastern 
hills. They looked around and far down the road spotted one long, lonely 
driveway winding up the side of a mountain toward what they presumed to be a 
farm. Mark grabbed his suit coat and slung it over his shoulder. He motioned for 
Keith to grab the sales kit, including the heavy can of bogus growth product. 
Keith flipped him the bird behind his back as he hoisted the big bag up on one 
shoulder.
	"Fuck you, too," Mark said, not looking back and trudging ahead of his 
partner in the dusty road.	
	They were a pair, these two, a sight to behold if any cars ever drove down 
this road in Southeastern Illinois where it touched Kentucky, which rarely 
happened. Mark was the bigger of the two, but not by much, the 'brains' of an 
outfit that barely made enough money, and illegally at that, to keep them out of 
the welfare line. He stood a diminutive 4-feet, 5-inches tall, tiny by most 
standards, but big by Keith - he stood barely 4-feet tall. They didn't classify 
as midgets or dwarves, or the politically correct 'short people.' They were just 
tiny men, gypped by nature and heredity and forever made the object of cruel 
jokes, which hardened them early in life, taught them how to fight with their 
wits and survive and made them use their minds, such as they were, to get by.
	And here on a hot August morning on a dusty Illinois road to nowhere, they 
weren't even hardly getting by. As they wound their way up the steep mountain 
road toward a destination they weren't even sure of, just getting by was going 
to get a lot worse.
	They spotted the farmhouse dead ahead, a dot on the dusty horizon, and 
they sighed realizing just how far away it was. Keith put his bag down and 
dragged it now, and the interrupted sound of it dragging for a few feet, 
stopping, and dragging again, stopping, started to annoy his partner who whirled 
around and yelled at him.
	"Just fucking carry it, will you?" he snapped at his sweaty friend.
	"Hey, it's heavy, OK?" he grumbled. "Fucking thing is bigger than I am."
	"Pimples on my fucking ass are bigger than you are, dickhead," Mark 
growled, and turned to walk, smiling cruelly at a short joke made at the expense 
of one of the few adult people in the world shorter than him.
	He thought he'd walked into a wall when he turned around and smacked his 
head, a giant, soft-feeling wall. He looked up and saw brown, a tan color, and 
smooth. Then he made out muscle, lots of muscle. Looking down, he saw a pair of 
huge work boots, low-rolled socks. He looked up. And up. And up. Finally, he 
craned his neck back as far as he could and was looking into the smiling face of 
one of the most beautiful - and biggest - women he'd ever seen, a golden-haired 
beauty with flashing blue eyes and white teeth and enormous tits barely 
contained in a sleeveless shirt tied at the middle to reveal thick ribs of 
washboard belly muscle, and tiny cut-off jean shorts so short he was looking up 
underneath to a meadow of blonde pussy hair. He gulped.
	"Holy...fucking...shit..." he heard Keith groan from behind. "Look at her, 
will ya?"
	"I am," Mark said breathlessly.
	"No you're not," Keith whispered. "You're looking at that one. I mean look 
at this one."
	Mark's eyes popped open as he slowly turned around and saw another 
monstrous beauty, a vision of huge mountain girl, standing near his partner, 
towering over him, a feminine form nearly twice their size. The short-haired 
brunette had on a tight T-shirt, tremendous mounds of breasts stretching the 
fabric so thin the nipples had made wear marks on the inside and the huge brown 
nubs were nearly poking through. She had on tight stretch pants that ended at 
the knees, short black socks and short boots, the flesh of her calves in between 
thick ridges of huge muscle bubbling up in jagged relief in the back over her 
socks.
	Mark and Keith, salesman blessed with the gift of gab, were speechless. 
Keith's little hands slipped off his bag and it slumped to the ground. They were 
looking up so far their necks hurt. The girls giggled.
	"Jesus, Lora, they're so tiny, huh?" the brunette said to the other girl 
who was rubbing the top of Mark's head in her big hand.
	"No kiddin', Jeannie," Lora laughed. "Your little fella is even smaller!"
	"Uh, girls," Mark said, finally snapping out of the daze the size of the 
two girls had put him in. "We need help, our car broke down and we were just 
walking up here..."
	Lora stood before him, legs spread, monstrous thigh muscles bunching up 
over her knees, her arms folded over her huge tits, and she smiled. Mark 
couldn't concentrate.
	"So, we, uh, were just wondering if...uh..." he stammered. "Jesus, girls, 
you're so big...so beautiful...so FUCKING beautiful..."
	Lora and Jean looked at each other, wide-eyed, sucking in open mouthfuls 
of air in an "Oh my God!" inhalation.
	"He said it, he said the magic word, Lora Lee Johnson, he said it," Jean 
said, clapping big hands over her ears.
	"If we were on the farm on our daddy heard you say that, you'd be hitched 
to the post and whipped, little man," Lora said sternly, leaning down and 
shaking a big finger in Mark's face.
	"Hey, lighten the fuck up, huh, it's just a word," he said, backing away 
nervously. "Now, if we could just get to that farmhouse which must be,what, 10 
fucking miles from here.."
	He was suddenly that much closer to the farmhouse, having been picked up 
and thrown a good 20 feet down the road by one big hand of Lora, who'd grabbed 
him by the shirt front and whipped him. As he tumbled to his ass, facing the 
girls, Keith pulled up next to him in the same fashion.
	"Hey, I didn't swear, what the fuck?" he roared, getting up and slapping 
the dust from his clothes.
	"No, but it was just a matter of time before you did," Jean said, smiling, 
as the two amazons walked up to the men.
	They stood before the little men, hands on hips, legs wide and sturdy. The 
men looked up at them, two beautiful women, huge and muscular - and very sexy. 
They did what they did naturally with all beautiful women, no matter their size.
	"So, baby, what's say you and me head for the barn, check out the hay 
loft, huh?" Mark said, sidling up to Lora and putting his hands on her hips, 
reaching up to do it, looking into the bottom swell of her huge tits.
	"Yeah, us, too," Keith followed, walking up to Jean and running a nervous 
hand over the plank-like hardness of her massive quads.
	The girls looked at each other and giggled.
	"Been awhile since we had toys to play with," Lora said.
	"And such small ones, too," Jean added with a laugh. "Hope they don't 
break easy as the last ones. That's what's so hard about being sooooooo big. 
When you're more than 7-feet-tall, things just don't last long!"
	Mark and Keith looked at each other and subconsciously weighed their 
options, none of them good. They nodded imperceptibly and broke into a run, not 
looking back until they were hundreds of yards down the driveway, back toward 
the main road. Stopping and standing bent over, hands on knees, they gulped for 
air.
	"Keep....going...back to car....then other way...." Keith struggled to say 
between gasps.
	They turned to run but suddenly their feet came up off the ground, making 
running motions, like a cartoon. Huge hands held the backs of their shirts, 
bunching the fabric, and the hot-breathed laughter of the amazon farm sisters 
washed over the tiny men's backs.
	"C'mon, fellas, we're gonna have us some fun!" Lora squealed, holding Mark 
out before her and skipping up the road.
	"Hope momma lets us keep these," Jean said wistfully. "It's good for a 
girl to have dolls to play with, ain't it?"
	They continued up the road, Mark and Keith looking at each other 
helplessly in the grips of the big girls.
	"Beats the fuck outta walking," Mark shrugged.
	Suddenly a bright white light of searing pain filled Mark's head. Lora had 
reeled him back to her and slipped a monstrous arm around his skull for a killer 
headlock, the thick sinews of her forearm dancing under tan skin and rippling on 
one side of his face, the huge swell of her titanic biceps crushing the other. 
His head felt like a ketchup packet about to explode.
	"I warned you about that mouth, little man," Lora growled, continuing to 
skip up the road as she crushed him in her huge arm. "Now I'll just squeeze the 
bad language outta you!"
	"Consider yourself lucky it's not her legs," Jean giggled, hauling Keith 
back to her and sitting him up on one shoulder for the ride to the farmhouse. 
"If it was those legs, she could kill you."
	"It's early yet, Jeannie, it's early yet," Lora hissed down onto the top 
of Mark's very squashed and frightened head.
	It took only a few minutes to return to the farmhouse, but it was a long 
few minutes for Mark who was starting to turn blue in Lora's grip. The girls 
tossed them to the ground around the back of the house and stood, giggling, 
talking softly.
	"What the fuck do we do now?" Keith said quietly to Mark.
	"Well, first I get the feeling back in my fucking head," Mark said, 
rotating his jaw and rubbing his ears. "Then we think of something. They must 
have parents, maybe we can talk to them."
	Just then the back door creaked open and out on the porch strode the woman 
responsible for the two teen amazon girls. Mark and Keith craned their necks up 
again - and more this time. The woman, with tightly cropped salt and pepper 
hair, had classic farm features, weathered face, high cheekbones, stark and 
somehow sexy. She wore a raggy print dress, low boots and looked like she just 
stepped off the set of "The Grapes of Wrath." Except she was big, very big, way 
bigger than her daughters. The men's jaws dropped.
	"I'm 7-foot-8, if you must know," she said sternly down at the men, wiping 
her leathery hands on a cloth. "Lora there is 7-foot-4, Jeannie 7-2. Now, girls, 
what're you gonna do with these little fellers...as if I didn't know."
	"Can we keep them, momma, pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeese???" Jean squealed, running 
to Keith and sitting down behind him, wrapping her mammoth legs around his tiny 
body and squeezing.
	"Yeah, please, momma, please?" Lora said, doing the same to Mark, her even 
bigger thighs dwarfing his crushed body. "We'll keep up after them, we 
promise!!"
	"Well, maybe, but just until your daddy gets home from the circus," the 
big woman said, smiling cruelly as the little men squirmed. "You know how he 
hates your critters sometimes!"
	The girls laughed with delight and the men screamed in agony. Lora had her 
monstrous quads scissored tight around Mark's body, the 37-inch girth of them 
covering his sides from his armpits down to his waist, engulfing him. The thick 
ribs of steely thigh meat were ripped with muscle and all of it was crushing his 
tender ribcage and chest in their iron grip. Her big calves were locked before 
him, Lora's size 20 boots crossed between his legs. She'd occasionally drag 
those feet back and pound Mark's balls through his pants until he thought he'd 
puke from the squeeze of her insanely scissoring thighs  and the beating his 
tiny nuts were taking.
	"Mmmm, I love scissoring the little ones!" Jean said, leaning up on her 
arms to pulverize Keith's groaning body in her 35-inch thighs. "What else you 
wanna do with 'em?"
	"Let's go do our chores, real fast," Lora said, unhinging her giant legs 
and allowing a rush of air to finally enter her victim's lungs. "And then we got 
all day to play!"
	The two women carried the men inside, putting their huge hands under their 
arms from behind and carrying them out in front of their large bodies. They 
marched by their mother who was doing dishes at the sink.
	"Honestly, you'd think girls 16 and 17 years old wouldn't still be playing 
with dolls," she said with a soft laugh.
	The girls went to their room and shut the door. Spinning the men around in 
their strong hands, they easily hoisted them up on hooks sticking out of the 
wall about 8 feet off the floor, using the bunched-up shirt collars to do it. 
The shirt material stretched tight in front, nearly choking the men.
	"Please...loosen this, for Chrissakes, we'll choke," Mark growled.
	"Ain't no one choked yet, and we've had heavier than you up there," Lora 
laughed. "Besides, chokin' is good practice for later when we use these!"
	She turned and so did Jeannie, to stand on tiptoes, bulging up their 
humungous calf muscles into monstrously large balls of rock-hard meet above 
their socks. The men gulped painfully. The girls giggled. Jean changed into a 
pair of tiny black shorts, her own massive thighs nearly as big as her big 
sister's. Mark licked his lips watching the thick muscles of her ass shine with 
sweat as she wiggled into the tight shorts that barely covered that ass once 
they were on. The girls ran off to their chores.
	"Fuck, what do you do now?" Keith asked, wiggling on his hook.
	"Not much," Mark said. "Man, you see the ass on that girl? We gotta fuck 
these cunts, we just got to."
	"Would be nice, but aren't you just a little worried about them fucking 
killing us?" Keith grumbled.
	"Nah, they won't kill us once they fuck us," Mark said confidently. 
"Nothing like fucking a little man to get pure lovin', I always say."
	"Yeah, and 'check the radiator', that's what I always say," Keith 
grumbled.
	The men hung quietly for a few moments before the door cracked open and 
the mother walked in, whistling to herself as she cleaned up, picking up giant 
pairs of panties and socks and putting huge shoes under the girls' beds.
	"Land sakes alive, these girls will never learn to take care of 
themselves," the big woman growled, talking to the two men swinging slowly on 
their hooks. "Ever see such a mess?"
	They watched, entranced, as the big, shapely woman slowly hiked up her 
long dress and fanned herself with it. Her thighs were gargantuan, bigger than 
her daughter's and more muscular, if that were possible. The men's eyes bulged 
out.
	"Hotter 'n hell today, ain't it?" she said. "Hope you boys don't mind if I 
strip down a might."
	She smiled and whisked the dress off over her head and tossed it to the 
bed. The men gulped. The older woman's entire body was a mass of rippling 
muscle, from the thick cords on her neck, down her back and around her huge tits 
that were barely contained in a tiny white bra, to the tree trunks of her mighty 
thighs and huge, chiseled calves, stuff into low socks and brown work shoes. She 
hummed to herself and worked in the room, a sheen of sweat sexily coating her 
giant body.
	"Wow, ma'am, you're fucking built," Mark drooled from his perch high on 
the wall.
	"Shit, yeah, for an older broad, you're awesome," Keith echoed.
	The woman turned around, slowly and sternly. She walked up to the men 
hanging high off the floor and stood nearly eye to eye with them.
	"Number one, it's Mrs. Johnson to you fellas," she said, hands on hips. 
"Number two, I ain't that old, but you're right, for 50 years old, I am kinda 
well preserved. And number three, no one uses language like that in my house 
without gettin' punished. Now down you go."
	She reached out with two huge hands and grabbed the men by the throats, 
lifting them off the hooks. They twitched in her grip as she held them aloft, 
moving them out to the center of the room. She hiked her hands up by tossing 
them in the air a bit and catching them - by their balls through their pants. 
The men screamed in pain and Mrs. Johnson laughed, holding them high above her 
head.
	"I could use a little exercise break this mornin'," she hissed to them. 
"And you could use a lift!"
	She lowered the men to her shoulders and thrust them back up, down, up, 
down, up, her massive biceps twisting and knotting as she pumped the men, each 
weighing about 120 pounds, above her. They screamed high-pitched screams as her 
fingers tightened around their tiny nuts and cocks, taking the whole slim 
package in her tight grip. She easily did about 60 reps with each arm before 
tossing them to the girls' beds and striking a pose.
	"Used to be in the circus myself, before I had the young-uns," she said, 
admiring her pumped-up arms. "Was the strongwoman, had me a side tent business 
called 'Test the Lady's Legs' where guys would try to not submit to my scissor 
holds. Never lost a bet, not a one."
	The men rolled over clutching their crotches. She laughed and stood before 
them in tiny bra and tinier white panties - which she quickly cast aside. She 
jumped on the bed before Mark and spread her huge legs, thick lumps of muscle on 
the inside cords of steel. She spread her hairy pussy in her hands and revealed 
a deep, wet, dark tunnel inside. The smell of farm-woman sweat hit him like a 
slap in the face.
	"In you go, little man," she said, pointing to the cavern of her cunt. 
"This is part of your punishment. If you make me cum, I'll let you go, I'll even 
carry you boys back to your car. If you don't make me cum....well, you'll see. 
You BETTER make me cum, for your sake."
	She looped her titanic calves around his resisting neck and easily scooped 
him to her gaping pussy, lacing her monstrous thighs around his ears and bidding 
him to start licking. He did. His tiny face was buried in the hairy vee of her 
dripping love crack and the thighs covered his entire head. He used his nose to 
keep from being buried alive in the furry pussy lips so he could at least 
breathe as he sucked, licked and chewed at her pussy, his tongue barely entering 
her huge hole, his forehead rubbing her fist-sized clit.
	"Yeah, that's it, that's it..." she hissed, head back as she rubbed the 
outside of her oversized thighs, pushing them harder on his moaning skull. "Rub 
me the right way, that's it..."
	Keith watched and saw her eyes close. He edged toward the side of the bed. 
She reached out with one hand and grabbed him, stuffing him face first under her 
ass, his face lost in her butt crack, his mouth right at her asshole. He could 
barely breathe.
	She started to come, shooting out huge thick spurts of woman cream into 
Mark's trapped mouth, her gargantuan thighs spasming brutally hard on his 
scissored ears as she ground out her orgasm. A river of female jizz ran down her 
pussy lips and hole and pooled inside her big asshole below, which Keith was 
forced to suck and swallow just to survive and gasp ass-tainted mouthfuls of 
air. When she was through, she unlocked her legs and released the men who fell 
back, sputtering and wiping their faces free of the sheen of goo covering them.
	"You made me cum," Mrs. Johnson said, smiling, hoisting her legs up and 
apart. "Make me cum again!"
	"You promised," Mark said.
	"I lied," she shrugged, grabbing Mark by the shirt and stuffing him inside 
her - literally.
	Mark screamed when he realized what she was doing: Grabbing his ears, she 
was screwing his face inside her pussy hole, the velvety muscles of the cuntal 
walls chewing at him like a twat-scented octopus, swallowing him. She turned and 
used his head, the top of it, to skewer the hole, and the muscles enveloped it, 
sucking him inside. She groaned and fucked her cunt with his head, pulling and 
swallowing him. He slipped in up to the ears and her hard pussy muscles felt 
like a headband of steel on his skull. A grunt and push and he was in up to his 
jaws, only his mouth sticking out and begging for mercy.
	"PLEASE....can't see anything in here....so tight on my fucking head...get 
my head outta this cunt, please, Mrs. Johnson, please...I don't wanna die in 
here!!" he screamed.
	"You won't die, but you will give me head 'til I come," she laughed 
hoarsely, grabbing his shoulders now and plunging his skull inside her pussy, 
pulling it out to the forehead and slamming it in again, a human dildo fucking 
her hard.
	It didn't take long, but when she did come, she popped his entire head 
inside her pussy, up to the neck, until it looked as if she were giving birth to 
a 4-foot-long baby, the body outside twitching. His hands pressed on the 
undersides of her massive thighs and eventually popped his head free as she lay 
back, writhing, stuffing four fingers in her giant, gaping gash, coming again.
	"Jesus, Christ, Jesus Fucking Christ..." Mark rasped, gasping for air, his 
eyes wide open in terror, his face gleaming with her woman cunt come. "Thought I 
was dying...couldn't breathe, couldn't see..."
	He grabbed a giant pair of size 20 socks from the bed, dirty ones, and 
wiped his face clean, inhaling the stinky foot vapors but not minding 
considering where he'd been. The big woman still writhed on the bed and they 
slipped off, walking quietly toward the door.
	Suddenly, they were airborne. Mrs. Johnson had grabbed them from behind 
and had fallen to her back, sitting each on the bottom of each of her feet as 
she folded her legs to her chest.
	"Going for the three-pointers!" she hollered, and thrust those long legs 
out straight.
	The little men flew through the air, somersaulting as they did, toward the 
hooks on the wall. They missed, crashed off the wall hard and fell back to the 
floor - where Mrs. Johnson put them on her feet, cocked her long legs again and 
shot them up to the wall. Seven times she tried, seven times she failed, 
laughing all the while watching the men easily vault the 8 feet up the wall, 
crash, and plummet to the floor. When she finally managed to hook them up there, 
Mark by the back of his belt, Keith by the shirt, they welcomed the respite from 
the leggy woman's constant abuse.
	"Have a good rest, boys," she said, dressing to leave the room. "Girls 
will be home soon. You thought this was bad..."
 	The men hung silently, stunned by the experience, until Keith spoke.
	"Hey," he said, sniffing the air. "You smell like pussy."
	Mark shot him daggers with his come-encrusted eyes.
	They hung for a couple of hours before the girls returned, laughing, 
skipping and sweating heavily from their morning chores on a hot summer day. 
They each took a man down from the hook, hoisting them over their brawny 
shoulders, and walked outside to the back yard, throwing them down.
	"Tag team time!" Lora giggled. "Me and Jeannie against you two midgets!"
	"We are NOT fucking midgets!" Mark shot back.
	"Oh yeah?" Lora said, standing before him, as he stood, his face level 
with her rippled abdomen. "We'll see about that. Take off your clothes! All of 
them!"
	"Gladly," Mark said defiantly, tearing at the buttons on his shirt and 
peeling it off, bidding Keith to do the same.
	The girls stood back and when the two men stood before them naked, they 
burst out with derisive laughter.
	"Oh, yeah, you're midgets, all right," Lora said, her eyes boring a hole 
into Mark's crotch. "Well, maybe you'll grow when that thing gets hard."
	Mark looked down at his cock and slowly back up at Lora with hurt in his 
eyes: It was hard.
	"Our turn," Jeannie hissed, and peeled off her clothes.
	Soon, the big girls stood in panties and bra, their huge, tanned bodies 
gleaming in the sun, each muscle coated in a sexy sheen of sweat. Mark swore his 
cock grew a foot just from looking, but he knew better.
	"To the ring!" Lora cried, and reached down to grab Mark under the arms 
and hoist him under one of her big arms like she was carrying a small sack of 
wheat. Jean did the same to Keith, and the woman ran, the men bobbing on their 
sides, to the other side of the house where a regulation size wrestling ring 
stood, ropes, mats and all. The women pumped the men up over their heads in a 
weightlifting move, and rolled them easily over the top rope, sending them 
crashing across the ring. They stood up, dazed, and watched warily as the two 
giantesses stepped up onto the ring apron a good four feet off the hard ground.
	"The rules," Lora announced. "No rules, except that we wrestle on our 
knees to give you guys a small chance, and I do mean small."
	She eyed Mark's hard, small but proud cock as she said it. He winced, and 
covered up.
	Lora knelt in the middle of the ring and Mark walked up to her. He was 
finally eye to eye with the big blonde, but his eyes were on those mammoth, 
muscled tits hanging off her thick chest.
	"Uh-uh, mustn't even think about touching those, unless I tell you," she 
warned him. "Now let's wrestle. You win..HA!..you're free, we'll carry you back 
to your car and even fix it."
	"Yeah, right, your momma said that, too," he grumbled.
	"Oh, momma was in to see you?" Lora giggled. "I thought she was in a good 
mood. Judging from that dried stuff on your face, I'd say she gave herself head 
- with yours!!"
	Mark was pissed, too pissed to be horny, even with those giant whammers 
before him. He reared back and threw a punch toward Lora's laughing face - but 
it never got there. Lora's giant hand snapped up like an NHL goalie making a 
glove save, and sucked up Mark's tiny fist in her huge palm, curling her thick, 
long fingers around it, crushing down.
	"Shouldn't punch a girl, or try to, little man," Lora hissed.
	She pushed back with that one arm and Mark went flying across the ring, 
bouncing off the ropes, and back at Lora, who was waiting on her back, legs wide 
open. In Mark fell and around him came the giantess's mammoth legs, the feet 
snapping together and those tremendous thighs bubbling in gripping muscle around 
his waist, again engulfing his torso from armpits to his hips.
	"Shouldn't DO that!" Lora growled, snapping down the legs on 'do'. "But 
you're between my legs, isn't that where you wanted to be? Huh? I can feel 
something just at my crotch, little man, is that your cock? Or a pimple on your 
belly!!"
	She ground down brutally hard and Mark felt as if his insides were being 
crushed to mush. Lora leaned back and lifted up, taking him right off the mat. 
Her legs were locked straight up in the air, scissoring him tightly and leaving 
him hanging like a rag doll in her monstrously big legs. He lay limply in her 
grip, wheezing his submission. She squeezed harder.
	"Oh, if you lose, we jack you off in front of each other, maybe even ON 
each other, OK?" Lora hissed, scissoring her giant legs deeper into his 
yielding, tiny body.
	"C'mon, Lora, lemme have some fun," Jean implored from her side of the 
ring.
	Lora shrugged and unlocked her huge legs, the beaten man spilling out and 
rolling to the side. She lifted him in one arm and carried him to the side of 
the ring, stepping under the ropes to the apron. She sat down, crossing her 
legs, and plunking the little man in her lap like a small boy.
	"Can you see OK?" she teased him, moving a rope strand so he could watch 
Jean take her place on her knees as Keith stepped into the ring. "Want a booster 
seat or is my lap OK?"
	Mark couldn't speak, he was still groggy from Lora's iron scissor grip. He 
watched through blurry eyes as Keith attacked the big girl in the ring, jumping 
on her shoulders and trying to beat her on the head. Jean laughed, reached up 
and plucked him off as if he were a fly. She stood up, hoisting him high above 
her head.
	"Hey, you said you'd be on your knees!!" Keith shouted down at her.
	"To start," she laughed up at him. "We said nothing about during!!"
	She shifted Keith in her huge hand, holding him up with just one arm until 
he was sitting in the palm. Walking around the ring, she held him aloft, as if 
he were sitting in a chair. He wiggled to try to get down and Jean grew 
impatient.
	"Give him something to sit still for," Lora yelled from her corner where 
she held Mark on her lap. 
	Jean smiled. She bent the middle finger of the hand holding the little man 
down, and tucked it under him. Keith's eyes popped open wide and he screamed 
loud as he felt that finger, slick with the sweat from his body, easily glide up 
his tiny, tight asshole, every thick inch of the five-inch digit pumping up 
inside him, past the first knuckle, the second, finally up to the hilt.
	"That oughta keep you quiet," Jean growled up at him.
	She moved the finger in and out, twisting it, fingerfucking him brutally 
hard, until the little man cried as he rode her hand. Mark couldn't believe what 
he was seeing and tightened his own ass as he sat on Lora's lap. The big blonde 
sneered.
	"If I wanted to, I'd put my whole hand up your ass, little fella, believe 
me," she hissed into his ear, biting it and reaching around to grip his cock and 
balls.
	Keith went stiff on the finger as he felt it pop so far up his ass it 
massaged his prostate. The unthinkable happened; he ejaculated, a huge, looping 
load out of the head of his tiny cock from the finger fucking, totally against 
his will but feeling incredibly good. Jean looked up and caught a gob on her 
tongue, savoring it and swallowing. The rest of his surprisingly big come shot 
streaked her arm, highlighting the dancing sinew of her rippling forearm and 
monstrous biceps as she continued to plunge the big finger in and out of his ass 
before tossing him to the ring floor and sitting down behind him, engulfing his 
torso in her huge thighs.
	"You taste good," she squealed. "Want some?"
	With that, she snapped on a sleeper hold, only folding her flexing forearm 
up over his mouth, rubbing his come all over his face, coating it. She squeezed 
with the legs harder.
	"Lick it," she hissed into his ear. "Lick up that hot come!"
	He had to obey or she's slice him in half. He licked as quickly as he 
could, swallowing, going back for more and now cleaning up the big ball of her 
biceps.
	"Mmmm, that looks good, little man," Lora said, lifting Mark up on her 
shoulder and stepping into the ring where Jean was standing with her man mounted 
on her shoulder.
	"You guys are pathetic," Jean laughed, bouncing Keith on her brawny 
deltoids. "Look at you, so small, so tiny, so weak! You can't even fight back, 
not even a little!"
	"Yeah, geez, Keith, Jeannie fingered you, stuck her finger right up your 
tight little bummy," Lora said, spinning around now, bidding Jean to do the 
same, dizzying the men on their shoulders. "She fingered you until you came on 
her and then she made you eat your own sperm! Awesome!!"
	The girls spun around, their thick legs thickening as they did, the men 
going green in the face from the nauseating ride. Lora slammed Mark to his back, 
and Jeannie whipped Keith into the ropes, where he bounced off and landed on his 
friend. The two girls giggled and hugged, walking arm in arm to the corner, and 
chatting quietly, their backs to the men.
	"C'mon, they aren't looking," Mark said, poking Keith in the ribs. 
"Hurry!"
	The two men slipped from the ring and grabbed their clothes, running 
around the side of the house and down the driveway, darting into the woods so 
they wouldn't be seen. They ran for a good 10 minutes, feeling they were getting 
closer to their car.
	"Almost there..." Mark said, stopping to rest under a grove of thick 
trees. "Almost."
	"Not QUITE!!" they heard the girls scream, and looking up, saw hell 
descend upon them.
	The legs came down and engulfed their skulls, a headscissors on each of 
them, thighs of titanic proportion swelling and slamming and eating their entire 
heads as the big women belonging to them hung from the tree limbs. They'd swung 
down, snapped the legs around their victims and now pulled themselves up, 
lifting the men off the ground by the heads, the thighs so big and muscular, the 
men's little heads couldn't even be seen. Mark and Keith each frantically 
grabbed a muscle-ripped pair of quads in their trembling hands and hung on to 
alleviate the stretch on their necks and to keep from being hung to death in the 
scissors of the girls' leggy nooses.
	The girls opened their legs, finally, and the men fell out. They lay still 
for a while, and then stood. The girls were gone.
	"Playing fucking games with us, man," Keith said angrily, rubbing his very 
sore neck and aching skull.
	"Yeah, well fuck this, let's just keep moving," Mark growled, walking back 
toward the road.
	"Man, they took our fucking clothes!" Keith squealed.
	"I don't care, let's just get outta here!"
	And they ran again, this time across a wide-open meadow, toward the road 
on the other side, so they could see if anyone was coming. They jogged through 
the waist-high grass, nervously looking around in complete circles, to make sure 
the amazon giants weren't around.
	They were almost at the road, just 10 feet from it, when suddenly they 
were absorbed in muscle: The girls had been lying low waiting for them and 
jumped up to wrap themselves around them faster than the men knew what hit them. 
The girls came to a rest on their haunches, their arms wrapped around the men 
from behind, hugging them to their sweaty bodies and laughing. The men squirmed 
under their powerful grip but couldn't move.
	"Back to the house!" Jean yelped, standing up to drape Mark across her 
huge shoulders as Lora did the same to Keith. The girls sprinted the mile or so 
back to their house, hoisting the men above their heads as they did, lifting 
them up and down off their shoulders, like soldiers in training would do the 
same with their weapons. By the time they got back to the house, the girls were 
soaked with sweat. They jogged around the corner to a large, inground swimming 
pool and waded in, up to their waists, still with the men on their shoulders. 
They lifted them up again and looked up at their prey.
	"Hey, is that a half a roll of Tums on your nuts or are you glad to see 
us?" Lora giggled, looking at Keith's tiny, stiff cock.
	"Mmm, let's cool off here for a bit and then do, uh,  a little 
competition, whaddya say?" Lora asked her sister excitedly.
	"You're on, girl," Jean answered, then looked up to Mark's quivering cock. 
"But I'm warming mine up first!"
	Jean slowly lowered Mark down towards her head, her huge biceps flowing 
like silky steel under her tight, young-girl skin. His cock was right at her 
mouth.
	"It's only fair to even it out for the competition, right?" she asked 
Lora, but still looking up at Mark's cock, which was oozing precum into her open 
mouth inches away. "I mean, Keith already come once, right?"
	"Go for it," Lora said, wading into the deep end, still holding Keith 
aloft. "I'm going for a swim."
	"But I can't swim!!" he cried, squirming in her grip.
	"Perfect," Lora hissed, diving into the pool and dragging him under.
	Keith panicked. He couldn't see clearly underwater but did see Lora 
quickly peeling off her panties. He broke the surface and sucked in air before 
Lora's big hands plucked him and hauled him under again. He then felt heat on 
his mouth and knew she was rubbing him face first in her fiery pussy. He 
screamed and he felt the vibrations of her laughter in the water.
	Mark was looking down at Jean's mouth, trying to push his little body down 
onto it, his cock just brushing her teasing, smiling lips. A strand of clear goo 
hung from those lips to his cock. She was enjoying the torture.
	"You want your cock in my mouth, little man?" she teased. "What, all three 
inches of hard pecker in my hot lips? Think it'll clear my teeth, or should I 
just use it for floss?"
	Mark was embarrassed but too horny now to care. Three inches or not, he 
wanted inside that huge teen girl mouth below him. And suddenly he was there. 
And then not. And then there. And so it went, as Jean lifted him up and down, 
plunging his tiny cock into the tight circle of her moist lips. She was fucking 
her face with his little prick, moving him up and down at a brisk clip.
	"Ohhhhh," he moaned and 15 seconds later, gave up a huge load inside the 
amazon's sucking mouth. Jean groaned and swallowed it in one gulp. She tossed 
Mark to the water and he floundered to the side to hang on as Jean wiped her 
mouth with an exaggerated swipe of the back of her forearm.
	"Mmmmmm," she purred. "Not bad for a small cock. Hope there's more where 
that came from, little man, I don't like to lose."
	"Lose?" Mark asked, trying to scamper out of the pool but failing and 
feeling Jean's big hand as she bounded across the water to grab him around the 
waist. "At what?"
	"You'll see," she said, sliding up to sit on the edge of the pool, pulling 
the tiny man into her lap and draping her muscular arms around him, holding him 
tight.
	They watched as Lora stood in the middle of the pool, up to her neck in 
the deep end. Her head was tilted back, eyes rolling. She was moaning. And Keith 
was nowhere to be found.
	"Uh, where is he?" Mark asked, confused. "Where'd he go?"
	Jean laughed. "Hang on."
	Seconds later, Keith sputtered to the surface at the end of Lora's long 
arm, her strong hand clutching his neck as if she were carrying a kitten. He 
coughed out water. She held him to her face.
	"I better come soon, or you're gonna drown, shrimp cock!" she bellowed 
into his ear before plunging him under again.
	"She has him scissored in her thighs as she stands there, pushing his face 
up inside her pussy," Jean explained to Mark, who watched incredulously as Lora 
made him suck underwater cunt for a good minute and a half. "She likes coming in 
water."
	Out he came again, blue and nearly unconscious. She let him come around 
and then popped him under again, angrily. She grit her teeth and concentrated, 
and Mark knew Keith was being scissored to death underwater, or would be, if he 
didn't make his giantess come soon.
	Lora screamed, put her head back and let out a huge roar - she was coming. 
And coming. And coming. It was a full two minutes by the time she was through 
and when she pulled Keith out, he was passed out cold. She laughed and carried 
him to the side to resuscitate him. Mark went white as a sheet.
	"Don't worry, she hasn't lost one yet," Jean laughed, standing up and 
carrying Mark to the diving board.
	Jean sat on it and put Mark on her feet as she extended them out over the 
water. Using the power of her monstrous quads, Jean lowered him to the water and 
lifted up, extending her legs out straight, admiring the thick pads of thigh 
meat as they pulsed and flexed, retreated and thundered to life on the uptake. 
Suddenly, she opened her legs and let Mark slide through, catching him around 
the neck in her gigantic calves, the thick ribs of rocky flesh on the sides 
slicing into him. He gagged loudly, his hands clutching the sides of her pulsing 
calves. Jean laughed and lowered him, dunking him in the water, holding him 
under for 15 seconds, bringing him up in a sputtering, angry spray.
	"You fucking cunt!!" he snapped at her.
	"Hold your breath," she said simply and slipped him back under the 
surface, still locked in her tight calf scissors.
	Each time she'd bring him up a little later. By the time she got to 
holding him for a full minute under the water, him thrashing like a fish on the 
hook of her scissoring calves, he had much less fight in him. He hung from the 
calves now without his hands, his face puffy and fat from the pressure of blood 
being squeezed up into his head.
	"Two minutes," Jean warned him. "Going for two minutes."
	It seemed like two hours. Mark got through the first minute reasonably 
well, but at a minute and a half, panic set in as his lungs started to burn. He 
was choking on water by the time she did pull him out 120 seconds after it 
started. He hadn't passed out, but it was close. Jean grabbed him under the arms 
and backed off the diving board, holding him in her strong arms, bent over at 
the waist before her. Keith was sitting up, revived, as Lora sat behind him, 
pulsing his torso in a gruesome bodyscissors, thigh-snapping the water from his 
lungs.
	"Let the competition begin!!" she said, unlocking her legs and pulling 
Keith over her shoulder to run for the wrestling ring.
	Jean followed with Mark and tossed him in, Lora following suit with Keith.
	"Who gets who?" Lora said. "I want Mark."
	"So do I," purred Jean. "I like the taste of his cum."
	"Squeeze you for it?"
	The girls whooped and jumped into the ring, sitting behind the men. Lora 
took Mark in a head-swallowing scissors in her humped thighs as Jean did the 
same to Keith. They locked up their slender ankles and hunkered down.
	"Ready, set, SCISSOR!!" Lora screamed and they did.
	All at once, two squeaky screams bubbled up from the muscled clamp of the 
teen giantess's huge thighs. The rocky ridges of their quads exploded in bold 
relief under the brown skin and completely engulfed the men's skulls, making it 
look as if the girls had two tiny bodies growing out from the bottoms of their 
man-eating thighs.
	"Ten seconds!!" Lora screamed. "15 seconds."
	Mark's hand came up weakly, waving his submission. It would have come up 
much sooner but the sudden scissor crush paralyzed him momentarily. Lora let out 
a war cry and unlocked her giant thighs from Mark's blue head. Jean was angry 
and spun Keith around to face her naked pussy.
	"Make me come or I'll kill you!" she roared, unlocking her legs only to 
push his entire head inside the fur of her labial lips, swallowing his whole 
face and locking him in with another scissors.
	Lora laughed and pulled Mark up, waiting, holding him in the cradle of her 
strong arms against her rock-ribbed belly and chest. His head was still swimming 
with stars, but looking at his partner, he was just glad he wasn't drowning in a 
giant, hairy pussy.
	Jean snapped down the scissors hard, grinding her soaked pussy into 
Keith's crying face, finally coming against it despite little effort from his 
tiny tongue. He was almost out when she let him go and got him to his feet.
	"We ready to rock?" Lora said, assuming the position.
	"Let's do it," Jean growled, doing the same in the middle of the ring, 
face to face with her big sister.
	Each girl stood, one leg drawn up, the sole of that huge foot placed 
against the inner thigh of the other leg, forming a meaty table of the 
other,upraised thigh. The girls plunked their man on that muscular perch and 
spread their legs. Perfectly balanced on one foot, the girls used one hand to 
hold their men steady by the backs of their necks, and with the other hand, 
reached into their crotches to grip their stiff, tiny pricks.
	"This is soo icky," Jean said, using the index finger and thumb of one 
hand to stroke Keith's minuscule member. "It's like a worm!"
	"Mine's bigger," Lora laughed, pumping her mammoth, muscular hand in 
Mark's crotch. "I'm using TWO fingers!!"
	"Wha...what are you doing?" Mark groaned, finally coming around from the 
grip of  Lora's punishing scissors and looking into his crotch, the back of 
Lora's hand a blur on his cock.
	"Competition," she growled, jerking him off. "We see how many times we can 
make our man come! I've won almost every time we've done this."
	"Not today!" Jean cried. "Look!"
	Lora looked as from the punching rhythm of Jeannie's fist came an arc of 
pure white goo, a half moon of come that jetting from her hand and landed with a 
splat at her feet. She let out a holler - and kept jerking. 
	"No...no more, please..." Keith begged, slumping on her big thigh perch.
	"C'mon, you little wimp, give it up, give it up," Lora growled at Mark, 
intensifying her jerking off, her thick biceps flaring on the pumping arm. "We 
can't fall behind!"
	And they didn't. Seconds later, Mark croaked and let out a sizable load, a 
trio of splattery come shots that landed in the same puddle as his friend's. And 
Lora kept going, they both did, despite being begged by the men to stop. Lora 
and Jean grinned madly at each other, fiery determination in their eyes. Their 
fingers gripped the cocks tightly, not letting them go down.
	"Oh...oh.....oh......." Keith hissed, twitching under Jean's punishing 
handjob and he gave up another load,  a smaller one that barely cleared his own 
legs to dribble at the foot of the woman jerking him off.
	"C'mon, c'mon," Lora said through clenched teeth, punishing Mark's aching 
prick, coaxing another load from it that did the same as Keith's, bubbled out 
and flopped to the mat below.
	Sweat beads the size of hailstones broke out on the knitted brows of the 
two teen amazon giantesses who were working their handjob magic on the men 
perched atop their meaty thigh. Both girls used the lower fingers, the little 
finger and ring finger, to crush the balls of their man, squeezing the tiny orbs 
between them, to keep the cocks hard and to milk out whatever was left. Mark 
went first this time, his little cockhead opening up and just oozing out a 
creamy, tiny load, coating the pumping fingers of the furiously jacking Lora, 
adding a layer of needed lubrication to his now-raw cock. Not to be outdone, 
Jean coaxed another oozy load from Keith, the watery cream sliming up her 
fingers, too. Both girls used the lube shots to rapidly beat off the men in 
their grip, the sloppy sounds of come-greased cocks being pumped filling the air 
with a squish-squish rhythm that drove the girls onward.
	Mark was on the verge of passing out, as was Keith. Lora's eyes narrowed 
into suspicious slits as she watched Keith's bug open. She knew her sister had 
slipped a comey finger far up Keith's ass and was massaging his prostate, hoping 
for another load. And it worked. Keith soon gave up his last load, a little 
lobber of a come shot, creaming up the knuckles of the hand working his crotch, 
kneading his balls, fingerfucking his ass. He screamed in pain as Jean continued 
to pound his cock. Then he passed out, slumped in the arms of his tormentress, 
knocked out from the enforced orgasms and sheer exhaustion. Jean slapped his 
face with her comey hand, but he was out.
	"I win!!" Jean cried, dropping Keith face first to the mat as she stood, 
his nose rubbed in the puddle of come. "Look at him!"
	She pointed to Mark. He was slumped back against Lora's thick arm, out 
cold, his tiny cock nothing but a nub of pink, raw meat in her pumping fist. 
Lora threw him to the mat and mounted his face, rubbing her hot pussy and sweaty 
asshole up and down on his mouth.
	"You bastard!!" she screamed, making herself come a huge, sticky load all 
over his face, nearly choking him in his sleep as she corkscrewed his nose 
straight up her big asshole. "I never lose!!"
	Jean did a little victory dance around the ring before Lora climbed off 
the unconscious man. The two girls then lifted the beaten victims and carried 
them from the ring, toward the house, where their mother, and the rest of the 
day, awaited them.