Sleeping With the Enemy
By Madcat
A personal tale of coed domination.


It was a beautiful spring day: warm, bright and breezy. I sat in my dorm lobby
watching TV after a most rigorous calculus final. This test had been the most
challenging of the year. My last one in history would be easy.

After the feverish mental activity that morning, the day felt like the end of
an era. Already, many of my classmates had left for the year. Others hurriedly
packed as if a storm was approaching. The lobby was pretty much empty and
there were but few students out on the green. A long year of studious
debauchery was coming to an end.

"Hi, Mike." A girlish voice came from my right.

"Hey, Carol." I replied as she plopped down next to me.

The girl lived in my dorm and was known as a perennial lounge lizard. She was
always down here, flirting with the male residents. The boys liked her because
she was hot: a pretty face, curvaceous young body and boobs you could land the
space shuttle on. Her breasts deserve special mention. They had to be DD's.
The suckers looked huge on Carol's small 5-2 frame and she loved to show 'em
off. Needless to say, the girls in the dorm despised her.

But there was one thing that limited Carol's popularity. She didn't go all the
way. You'd never know it from her shameless flirting. I learned this fact the
hard way. Like many boys, I thought I could be the one to steal that cherry,
if indeed it was still there. We dated a couple of times but I never got off
first base. She didn't even let me touch those big globes of hers.

Today Carol dressed in one of her typical lounge outfits. A heavily cropped
football jersey that barely contained her massive bosom and tight, white denim
shorts. She was a gorgeous creature and rightly wore the number 10 across her
uniquely female chest. As much as I liked her boobs, Carol's flat stomach,
cheeky ass, and powerful thighs also caught my eye.

"Watcha' doin'." She asked playfully.

I reluctantly gave her the rundown. "Watching the Price is Right. Come on
down."

We talked for a few minutes about school and plans for the summer. She was
going back to work at a local sports bars named after her most prominent
assets. I would probably be stuck in summer school. Damn calculus.

"Just finished my psych final and I'm kind of tired. I think I'll take a nap.
Like to join me?" the busty babe asked flirtatiously.

I knew better than get too excited by this tantalizing proposal. It was Carol
talking here. But I couldn't help a little male fantasy: the girl naked, her
legs spread ... "No thanks, I'm not that kind of boy."

"Not that silly." The little brunette replied. "I was thinking more of a
little cuddling. A man and a woman should be able to sleep together without
doing it."

"Is that a fact?" I said evasively. With little teasers like Carol, you had to
play things cool.

"Yeah, come on, it'll be fun." Carol answered. She stood up and pulled at my
arm.

The sight of her imposing young breasts more or less sealed the deal. Its not
like I had anything better to do. Maybe, just maybe, I'd get to cop a feel
during all of that cuddling. We skated over to Carol's room just off the first
floor lobby, holding hands.

At 6 feet tall, I towered manly over the smaller female. I had a slender yet
lean build and wore a very old pair of faded jeans and a tee shirt. When we
got inside the room, Carol spun around and kissed me most chastely on the
cheek.

"Thanks for being such a gentleman." She said from her tip toes.

I didn't feel much like a gentleman, with her big titties pressed against my
flank. But who was I to argue with a pretty girl.

"How do you usually sleep?" Carol continued, sporting a naughty little grin.

OK, I admit, I was getting a little swept away by this point. This girl
basically majored in cock-teasing. I thought I could handle her. Maybe not. I
started to thing I had a chance here. Something began to stiffen in my jeans.

"Huh? What do you mean?" I asked naively.

"What do you usually wear to bed?"

This time of year, I certainly slept with comfort in mind. The dorms were hot
and so was I. "I sleep in my underwear."

"Go ahead. Strip." Carol shot back. It seemed like a dare, a you-go-first kind
of thing.

I didn't mind. I wasn't a muscle hunk by any stretch but my youthful body
never failed to impress the ladies. I peeled off my tee shirt, displaying a
smooth lean torso with a nice six pack (university food could do that to a
guy). My pants came next. I stood before the little hottie in just a skimpy
pair of blue bikini briefs.

Carol smiled almost victoriously. "Not bad." The voluptuous little vixen
declared. "Now turn around."

I did so. "No peeking. Got that?" she said authoritatively.

"Sure." I agreed as a I found a little make-up mirror on her desk that
afforded me a nice view of her room. That wasn't peeking, right?

I watched stealthily as the busty babe went to her dresser and disrobed down
to a dainty white thong. My primary targets basically eluded me as she had her
back turned. The sides of her breasts were visible though due to her extreme
size. However, it was her muscles that really caught my eye. I had never
really noticed that side of Carol before. Her back literally danced with thick
cords of girl muscle as she donned a baby blue tank top and boy briefs.

"Ta-da. You can turn around now." Carol said with her hands raised. She was
such a show-off.

I must admit, she had a lot to show off. Her tank top was tight, so much so
that her powerful breasts seemed ready to burst free. And Carol's nipples had
hardened. Like most busty women, they were huge. Her boy shorts left little to
the imagination. I had to immediately think of my fat Aunt Edna to avoid any
masculine embarrassment.

This had become, after all, a sexual contest to see which of us broke down
first. It wouldn't be me, I swore to myself. My determination came from being
thrown out at second base twice by this busty babe. I wouldn't be caught
stealing again.

"Come, let's go to bed." The perfect 10 said as she took my hand and lead me
to her very narrow single bed.

Aunt Edna. Aunt Edna.

We lay together, the busty wench cradled in my arms. She held my hand over,
but not on, her incredible bosom. So close and yet so far. I made sure to keep
my loins away from her sexy ass. That would end this little experiment in a
hurry.

Aunt Edna. Aunt Edna.

I am loath to admit it, but I flirted with the idea of just taking the little
tart. It sure seemed like she wanted it. Hell, I'd be doing us both a favor.
But in the end, I just wasn't that kind of guy. Instead, I opened my mouth and
unwittingly unleashed a force beyond my understanding.

"Aren't you worried I might just force myself on you?" I whispered in her ear.

"Yeah, right." The girl replied contemptuously. She had her eyes closed.

"What's that supposed to me?" I got a little defensive.

Carol opened her brown eyes. "It means I have a black belt in karate. You
should be the one who's worried."

I sat up, astounded. I was almost a foot taller than this little chick. And,
while I had to admit she had a better build, it just didn't compute. "You
think you could take me?" I asked incredulously.

"That's exactly what I think." Carol replied as she propped herself up on both
arms.

I couldn't help a glance down at her nipple adorned wonders. "What have you
been smoking, girl? You can't take me." I shot back, my macho ego coming to
life. While no black belt, I took karate too. I knew from experience that most
karate girls were all smoke and no fire.

Carol slid out of bed and beckoned to me. "Let me show you."

Well I had to follow. I couldn't let this pass with Carol thinking she was
better than me, that I was some kind of wimp. I got out of bed and towered
over the smaller female. I was 10 inches taller and probably 50 pounds
heavier. There was no way she could take me.

"I'm ready, super girl." I taunted her.

"Come at me." The busty babe said. With tits like hers, it didn't take much
encouragement. I grabbed her strong shoulders.

"What are ... " I started to say when I felt a gentle nudging on my balls.
Exhaling, I glanced down to find her right foot all over my private parts. It
was un-nerving not because the move was difficult or original, but I never saw
her move or flinch. She never even looked down.

"Gotcha!" she smiled, grabbing my wrists forcefully. The girl gave my penis a
sweet little nudge just so I knew I was at her mercy.

"OK, OK, you got me." I said, more than a little embarrassed. But I wasn't
about to let her walk away with a victory here. "You got lucky. Give me
another chance."

"Sure, but I'd watch your pecker. It's a boy's most vulnerable spot. I didn't
hurt it did I?" the big chested girl said, looking down for the first time.

It seemed to want to grow an inch under her impenetrable gaze. I suddenly felt
a little underdressed for the occasion. I also realized I was up against a
capable girl here. She was strong, quick and confident. I needed something
good, but something that wouldn't hurt her. I danced around her, doing my best
Bruce Lee impression.

"We'll see who's vulnerable ... .aaahhhh!" I shot back as I launched my
attack. Needless to say, it didn't work as planned.

Thinking myself to be some kind of karate master, I tried a kick/chop combo,
pulled so as not to damage this perfect 10. My kick came in low. It was
designed to drop her defenses for my next attack. She blocked it hard, which
threw me off balance.

Then the very buxom babe blocked my chop, spun, hip checked me, and tossed me
down. I kissed the rug. Defeat didn't taste very good.

Victory must have tasted much sweeter based on how she was smiling. "I guess
that girls-2, boys-zippo." Carol said, as she stood over my prone body.

Such was the speed and strength of her amazing counterattack, I had to pause
to figure out what had just happened. I smarter man would have conceded the
issue, but I simply could not. I had to subdue this little tart. I got up
slowly.

"Try again?" she teased me with her big tits and .50 caliber nipples.

"Sure." I agreed as I lunged deceptively at her luscious young body, clad as
it was in skin tight cotton. OK, my attack wasn't quite cricket, but I was
getting a tad desperate here.

Sadly, my female rival was a tad quicker. She sidestepped, hooked my out-
stretched arm and flipped me. I landed hard on my back as the female descended
upon my hapless body. Her knee came across my throat, pinning me to the
ground. I almost kicked her. Quite by accident, I assure you. Using her right
arm, Carol corralled my leg. This placed her elbow squarely between my legs.

"You'll have to do better than that, you little cheater. Its girls-3, boys-
zippo. " the girl said vindictively.

Well, she certainly had the score right. I was beginning to feel more and more
foolish. Carol was throwing me around her dorm room and I hadn't even managed
to mess up her pretty brown hair. "I - I - I ... " I tried to talk but could
barely breathe.

Carol smiled down at me and eased off my throat. She still held my leg and her
arm rested nicely on my now hard cock. I guess I lost that battle too. My
arousal, over little miss boy butt kicker, troubled me deeply. I did my level
best to ignore it.

"I thought you were ready." I said, staring at those enormous globes.

"Sure you did. You want to try me again?" my busty foe said as she yanked me
to my feet.

I almost said no, but in looking down at her I changed my mind. She was so
small, so tiny, this had to be just bad luck. "Lets try it one more time. This
time you attack me." I said, thinking that might give me some advantage.

The girl smile devilishly. "You're on!" Carol said, glancing down at my groin.

I didn't want to look. I knew my cock was big and hard.

She faked a couple of moves and I jumped backed. Carol laughed, "What's the
matter? Afraid of a girl?"

"No," I lied.

"You should be." The busty wench declared as she stepped up and punched me in
the nose.

It was just quick jab but it split my defenses. I stumbled back, smashed into
a makeshift bookshelf and fell ignominiously. Adding to my woes, much of the
contents of the book shelf fell atop my lean body.

"Are you OK?" Carol ran over, real concern on her pretty face. "You were
supposed to block that one."

I had egg all over my face. One hit, one little hit and I went crashing down.
It had to look pretty comical; this pipsqueak of a girl beating up on a big
strong man without even trying. My only saving grace was that there was no one
here to see it.

"I'm OK." I replied as I pulled a dime store romance novel out of my ass.

"We better stop this. You'll get hurt." The busty little brunette said as she
pulled me up.

Sadly, when I got to my feet, my male ego took over again. "That didn't hurt.
I just tripped."

Carol started to put some books back on the shelf and stopped abruptly. "This
isn't some macho bullshit over getting your ass kicked by a girl, is it?" she
said, pointing her finger at my bare chest.

"No - No." I stammered. That was precisely what it was, but I couldn't admit
that. I was a well educated, politically correct and very modern man. So I
answered her thus, "I've been just fooling around. I mean, you're good and
all, but not that good."

The big chested girl slammed the books down so hard her boobs rattled. "OK,
we'll wrestle this time. No holds barred, and may the stronger sex win."

"Wrestle? You have to be kidding me. I'm fifty pounds heavier than you." I
pointed out.

"It won't save you." She hissed, dropping into a grappling stance.

The power and confidence in her voice would have scared Hulk Hogan. My logical
side told me she was right. The girl was stronger and faster than me. She had
done proved it 4 times now. Yet I could not accept that a sexy little cock
teaser like Carol could best me in combat. I advanced, eager to prove my male
superiority.

Carol met me straight up in a test of strength. I tried to grab her arms but
she seized my wrists instead. This basically gave the very dangerous female
control. But I pressed on, trying to force her back and wary of any wily
female trickery.

Holding my arms out to the sides, the busty female stood her ground. I
couldn't budge the little bitch despite my nearly overwhelming size advantage.
This defied all logic but there we were. I poured it on, desperate to win. I
didn't even notice her DD's pressed against my chest until it was too late.

When I was fully committed, Carol hip tossed me. One second I was at least
standing breast to breast with the little vixen. The next I was on the
freaking ground. The impact was less than pleasant. Before I could scream for
help, the busty lass crawled on top of me.

I have been in lots of wrestling holds over the years, but none ever like this
one. We were stomach to stomach, facing the opposite direction. Carol placed
my head between her rock hard thighs and began to squeeze. In desperation, I
tried to seize her head betwixt my thighs.

The full figured female grabbed my legs and pulled them apart. This placed her
face directly over my sex. I could feel her hot breath on my penis which I
could only assume had slipped out of my bikini briefs. All I could see was the
crack of her baby blue butt.

Meanwhile, Carol locked her ankles and squeezed my head like a giant grape. Of
course I grabbed her bulging thighs but I could not duplicate her success in
breaking free. The busty babe was literally crushing me. She held me with my
legs spread and my head trapped between her most awesome thighs. It was sexual
humiliation times ten.

"Submit to me." I heard her say. The voice seemed far and distant.

Oh how I wanted to. I could only imagine how my head would look if she popped
it. But alas, even I could not understand the grunts coming out of my mouth.
Talking is very difficult without the use of your jaw.

"What was that?" Carol joked as she loosened her death hold on my skull.

My head plopped down on the floor. "You win. I submit." I wheezed with what
seemed like my final breath.

"Say it louder." The superior female demanded.

As her breath washed over my naked manhood, I shivered involuntarily.
Incredibly, despite my horrible position, I was about to experience a uniquely
male event. I surrendered with every last bit of energy I had.

This was when I felt a female tongue just under the head of my penis. Or at
least I thought I did. My mental state was such that some details are a bit
fuzzy. But I swear to this day that Carol precipitated my ejaculation. It
surged thru my loins like liquid fire and caused half a dozen lust spasms.

The busty brunette hesitated for a moment and then jumped up in a big hurry.
She sat on my face for second as she did so. I found this brief encounter to
strangely exciting but it didn't last.

"Look what you did to me!" Carol demanded with her big double D's stuck out.

It wasn't her breasts that she was talking about. It was what was on them. My
cum covered the exposed boob tops, dribbled down the center cleavage and on to
her top. That brought a smile to my face. It seemed that I would get the last
laugh here.

"Sorry." I replied with an ear to ear grin.

"This isn't funny!" the busty, cum covered brunette glared at me.

Things got even better from there as Carol carefully removed her top,
revealing the firmest DD's in Chicago or the entire Midwest for that matter.
They were big and most perfectly round. But still, Carol's twin girls looked
real with a flatness to them and just the right amount of drop. Either that,
or she had the best boob job in history. The girl used her tank top to
meticulously clean her bosom of all my boy juice. It was perhaps the most
erotic thing I have ever witnessed.

My happiness was short lived. Carol went to a drawer and replaced her tank top
with a very clean white one. Then she pulled out a thin leather belt. "Get on
your hands and knees, pervert." The busty little bitch ordered.

Well, it was clear what she intended to do to me and I had no intention of
letting that happen. So I made for the door in a big hurry. Fighting this
feminine force of nature seemed like a bad idea.

I almost made it. Just as I got her door open only to feel the belt slip
around my neck and tighten like noose. She had lassoed me! The girl yanked me
back from the door. My hands went to the belt as I tried to breath. That was
when she ripped off my bikini briefs. I was naked.

"Get on your hands and knees!" The busty little bitch ordered again. This time
I had no choice but to comply.

Carol knelt astride my head and removed the lasso. It took her a minute. She
lectured me on following her orders but I must admit to staring at her big
brown nipples thru the thin white cotton. After all of this, they still looked
mighty fine.

Then I looked up and almost fainted. Her door was opening, inch by bloody
inch. I could see out into the hall, which meant anyone in the hall could see
me.

"Spread 'em." Carol said from behind me.

I obediently spread my knees for her. Then I told her the door was open.

"That's not my fault. I didn't open it." The fully dressed young coed replied
as she grabbed me ball the balls.

Shuddering with fear and total humiliation, I hung my head. I was wrong. Carol
would have the last laugh. I could only imagine what we looked like as the
cute little brunette knelt behind me, in complete control of my naked male
body.

The first strike of the belt instantly removed any other concerns from my
brain. It cut like a laser across my skin. But with my boys firmly in her
grasp, I could do nothing but pray for deliverance and no hallway traffic. I
kept my head down in any case.

The 10 lashes seemed to take an eternity but it looked like I would make it.
Then on the 9th one a shadow passed over my nude body, a great big shadow.

"Hee, hee, who's this." The girl in the hallway giggled.

I didn't have to look up. I knew the voice. It was Phat Laura. I could not
have been worse if the president of the university had popped by for a cup of
tea.

This 300 lb behemoth was my worst nightmare. She liked me for reasons unknown.
I made it clear early on that her feelings were not reciprocated but that just
seemed to make matters worse. She stalked me, harassed me and flirted with me
at every opportunity. Phat Laura even cost me a couple of hook-ups at parties
with her kooky behavior. Now this beached whale had seen me naked and spanked.
Bad. Very Bad.

"Its just good old Mike. He's been very naughty today." Carol joked back as
she fondled my cock. At least the busty bitch wasn't hitting me any more.

"Can I try?" Phat Laura asked. She wore a big, tent-like sweat shirt and blue
jeans that were way to tight for her britches.

"Sure." Came the awful reply. Carol got up, giving me a chance to say
something without a hand on my balls.

"Ladies, I think I've had enough ... ouch!" I started to say but the busty
little bitch cut me off with a nasty back hand to my cheek.

"Shut it, jerk off." Carol said before turning to Laura. "You may proceed."

I felt the fat fingers close around my little boys and I shivered at the vile
intrusion. But I could do nothing about it. Phat Laura had me by the balls in
a very literal sense.

On the upside, the fat chick only hit half as hard as the karate one. Fears of
being raped, thrown on the floor and being crushed by the big girl, filled my
head. Much to my total shame, my cock got rock hard again. Sure, it had been
going down that path ever since little wonder boobs ripped off my bikini
briefs. But with Phat Laura, why? How?

This time the 10 lashes whisked by. I didn't want to be around for what might
happen next.

Phat Laura gave my penis one last squeeze and stood up. She walked around in
front of me, totally obscuring the view from the hall. At least there was a
bright side to this.

"Can I see his cock?" my stalker asked, her voice low and lusty.

"Sure." Carol answered, then she turned to me. "Stand up."

Too much had happened this afternoon for me to question the orders of a
superior female. I got to my feet and tentatively tried to hide my erection
with my hands.

"Stand at attention, hands behind your back, feet together." The big chested
babe commanded. Oh yeah, I forgot to mention. Carol was in ROTC.

Well, that put my large, throbbing manhood on full display. Laura couldn't
resist touching it of course. Then she popped the question.

"Are you free tonight?"

"Well, not really, I have a lot ... "

Carol cozied to my flank like the cock tease she was. "Of course, he's free.
Aren't you, Mikey?" the bitch asked as her fingers closed on my boys for the
second time.

"Are - are you free too?" I asked Carol hopefully. Here I stood with one
female holding my stiff prick, the other, my balls. Life couldn't get any
weirder.

"No, I'm not. You should spend some one on one time with Laura." The karate
girl promised. The she turned to her friend. "Of course, he'd love to go out
with you. Right Mike?"

I hung my head in disgust and shame. I had a solid rule of never dating women
heavier than myself. Phat Laura could almost break that rule twice over. But
what choice does a guy have with a woman holding him by the balls? "Yesss ...
" I said in a squeaky voice.

"He'll pick you up at 8 o'clock. Now, Laura, its time for Mike's and my nap.
I'll call you later." Carol said to her friend.

For once Laura took the hint. She released my manhood and said, "toodles."
Then phat Laura was gone. The door slammed shut behind her.

"Well, you got a date for tonight. Play your cards right, I think you could
get lucky." The little brunette said as if nothing untoward had happened, as
if I wasn't naked and had a butt that looked like a street map of Chicago.
Carol led me over to her bed and told me to lie down.

Obviously, I did as I was told. It was finally nap time. To think just a few
minutes ago, I lay in this very same bed with my manhood still intact. Now I
lay there naked, dominated, violated and aroused. Not surprisingly, the Karate
chick tied me spread eagle to the bed. This nap would be no restful slumber.

"There!" she said, tightening the last belt on my right leg. "You won't be
doing anything naughty while I sleep."

Miss Wonder Tits climbed aboard. We lay breast to boob. She used my chest as
her pillow. Almost absent mindedly, the girl grabbed my bare and hugely erect
cock and placed it between her silky smooth thighs. I moaned softly as her
legs closed around the essence of my manhood. Its hard to explain the feeling
of being tied up and touched by a female simultaneously. Lets just say it was
hard, very-very hard.

"Shhh., Sleep, little boy." Carol cooed. In minutes, she was asleep with my
cock encased in her fleshy prison.

And so it stayed for the next two hours. They were the longest 2 hours of my
life. I got so aroused, I thought my cock might blast off like a rocket and
impregnate the ceiling. Every breath she took, every move she made, sent
shivers of pleasure racking my young body. But the release I so desperately
needed, never came.

Finally, the little cock teaser awoke. It was mid-afternoon and her dorm room
sweltered in the unnaturally hot sun. Belatedly, I realized this was Carol's
finest hour. Never had a little cock teaser accomplished so much while taking
a nap at the same time. She propped her elbows on my chest and looked my in
the eye.

"I told you two adults could take a nap together without doing it." Carol
whispered.

I looked into those come hither eyes and said something that sounded like
ancient Latin. Sadly, there were no professors or catholic priests around to
decipher it. The girl smiled, knowing that it had to be something nice.

Then she reached over and kissed me. We had smooched a couple of times before
when we dated. This was nothing like those. It was hot, hard and totally
sensual. For a moment we became as one. Its hard to explain the feeling of
being tied up and kissed by a female simultaneously. I simply couldn't take
much more.

"WOW!" I wheezed as she withdrew her lips. I had no idea what would happen
next. "What was that for?"

"Nap time is over." She hissed softly. Without breaking eye contact, Carol sat
up, relieving some of the female pressure on my cock. Then Miss Big Boobs
removed her top. I got to see the big guns for the second time. Given my
erotic delirium, they looked even better from down low.

Never missing a chance to tease, she put her hands on her hips and shook 'em
at me. Its hard to explain the feeling of being tied up and viewing your
favorite female anatomy simultaneously. Lets just say I was lucky to be young
and have a good ticker.

Carol flipped over and removed her boy shorts and thong. Things were getting
much more interesting. My only lament at the time was that I didn't get to see
her pussy. Carol would soon rectify that. Coming back around, the little vixen
kissed me again. Hard, wet, and breathtakingly long. Our hot, sweaty flesh
slid tantalizingly together as our tongues clashed like ancient gladiators.

The girl pulled away. She slid calmly and confidently down my slender body.
Without warning, the cock teaser impaled herself on my mighty cock. Its hard
to explain the feeling of being tied up and fucked simultaneously. It didn't
go well. Carol was definitely no virgin. That much I had figured out. But she
was tighter than OJ Simpson's glove. Two seconds after forced entry, my back
arched and I blew my proverbial wad.

Carol noticed my poor performance immediately. "You have to be kidding me."
She said as my dick wilted inside her.

"Sorry." Came my lack luster reply.

"You will be." The busty bitch promised as she turned about. Her upside down
twat seemed to come straight at me. At the last second, she turned and grabbed
me by the hair.

"Eat me." Carol commanded.

I did so, loving every pussy-licking second of it. Its hard to explain the
feeling of being tied up and face-fucked simultaneously, but it's a hell of a
ride. There was no other ass in the world I'd rather have my nose buried in. I
became hard again very quickly and the world simply dissolved in an orgasmic
haze. Sex, Carol-style, changed my life.

It was late afternoon before I limped upstairs. I had a date to get ready for
and I desperately needed a shower, maybe two. My night with Phat Laura turned
out to be almost as memorable, but that deserves a separate story.

I wouldn't see Carol again for almost two years. By that time she had breast
reduction surgery and seemed totally different. Almost normal, I dare say. Any
chemistry we had was long gone. Our little nap together became nothing more
than a fond and fleeting memory, which I guess is where it belongs.