Catholic High School Girl in Trouble
By Madcat
As the title says, but this one fights back.


Heather almost skipped as she got off the city bus. She was glad to be home
since her bus stunk like an old gym locker. The unfortunate girl spent more
than two hours a day on the gas belching hunk of junk, riding back and forth
to school. Next year would be different. She would be a collegiate.

Even the word excited her. Heather had fast out grown Catholic school: the
uniforms, the nuns, and the long bus trips into the city. Not that she didn't
look good in the plaid skirt and tight white blouse. Just for kicks, Heather
inched up her short dress a couple inches. She had long tanned legs and the
nubile little teen liked to show them off a bit.

The word 'little' didn't do her justice. Heather stood 5-8 and weighed a busty
150 lbs. She boasted a strong, athletic body honed by years in gymnastics,
cheerleading and field hockey. Most folks didn't notice her muscular stature,
preferring instead to focus on her bountiful breasts, long legs or hour glass
figure. Heather topped it all off with long golden blonde hair and a regal
face that could make the pope himself cry.

She was hot and she knew it. For that reason, Heather dropped all of her
sports over the last couple of years. She knew that greatness awaited her and
it would not be in field hockey or gymnastics.

The beautiful babe smiled as she walked around back and heard the lawn mower.
Ricky was there as he was every Wednesday when she came home. He was her
little Latin cutie and day laborer that the gorgeous blonde loved to tease.

Their eyes locked when she walked around the garage. He was shirtless, riding
the green John Deer across the back lawn. Heather held his gaze for a few
seconds as she admired his small yet muscular torso. Sweat glistened of his
brown body. The girl exhaled and walked over to the back door.

She would never date him. He was just some dumb Mexican kid, probably didn't
even speak English, definitely not in her league. But Heather imagined him in
a thong just the same. Sometimes it was good to be bad.

So the buxom blonde decided to her fun. She glanced over to make sure the kid
was still watching. It was quick. Heather was not the kind of girl who gave
look backs. Then the teen plopped her heavy book back down as she fished out
her keys. Slowly, heavenly Heather unlocked the door. Her book bag was at her
feet. What's a girl to do? She bent over at the waist, putting her keys back
and allowing her already short skirt to ride up her strong, sensual thighs.

Heather could only imagine what Ricky saw but she was rewarded with a loud
crashing noise. The little minx glanced back to find her victim had ran his
tractor thru a fence. Outside of a little anger, he appeared uninjured. She
chuckled. That was a classic.

Plopping down her 25 lb book bag as soon as she got inside, Heather went to
the refrigerator for a glass of OJ. It was a big kitchen as was the rest of
the house. Her lawyer father and doctor mother could afford it. But they
worked hard for their money. Neither would be home for hours. That gave her
plenty of time for you know what.

Still sipping her OJ and looking out her side window, Heather dropped a hand
between her legs. The 18 year old catholic was still very much a virgin. Well,
more like technically a virgin. She had never gone all the way with a boy yet.
But that didn't mean she didn't have needs, very powerful needs. Who can study
when they are that needy?

The naughty girl smiled as she thought of Ricky in his thong, while her hand
gently rubbed the soft white of her panties. This was just a little warm up.
Heather would bring it home in a few minutes in the privacy of her bedroom.

Then she felt a hand on her shoulder and time seemed to stop. The busty blonde
had one hand holding her OJ. The other hand was you know where. And she didn't
have three hands. Heather put her glass down and spun around.

"Ricky?" the girl blurted out. "You scared me."

Things moved in slow motion at that point. Obviously the boy had followed her
inside. This had to be one of her most embarrassing moments. How much did he
see? Then his hands went to her big jugs and squeezed. Heather suddenly had
much bigger problems to deal with.

"What are you doing?" she asked, trying to back away from this crazy little
boy. Sure she had teased him a little but come on.

The counter stopped her retreat. He had her trapped. The kid said something
but she did not understand. His hands stayed glued to her succulent young
breasts.

"No, Ricky, no." Heather demanded as she looked down at him. Ricky was not a
tall man, standing only 5-5. In her shoes, the blonde towered some six inches
over the topless male.

Yet Heather made no move to stop him. It wasn't like she didn't want this. The
girl hesitated. Her mouth kept saying no but her luscious body, now pressed
against his, said yes.

Ricky answered with a kiss, soft and tentative. He had to get on his tip toes
to do it, but this bitch was worth it. At the ripe age of 20, he had already
bedded dozens of young women. He knew when a girl wanted him and, in his
world, the man took what he wanted.

Much to her surprise, Heather found herself kissing the boy back. Her hands
went to his slender hips. She could feel it, his passion rising up from his
loins.

That broke the spell. It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out how this
would end up. Heather was not going to lose her precious cherry to some
Mexican kid in the middle of her kitchen. She peeled his hands off her breasts
and told him no, in very certain terms.

The concept of female chastity and honor were alien to Ricky. All the girls he
knew were ready, willing and able. Some just needed a little kick in the butt.
So he grabbed Heather's wrists and pulled the larger female out to the
adjacent family room. They would do it there, on the floor. His English was
none too good, so the young man tripped the big blonde, landing her on her
wide, white butt. Yeah, this chick liked it rough. He did too.

Heather didn't know how she liked it, having never done it before. She just
lay there at his feet with her long, strong legs spread. Ricky had a perfect
view of her panty clad pussy, the same one that caused him to crash his
tractor moments ago. She inadvertently gave the lad a perfect target for his
lust. In a way, the girl wanted him to take her but this was simply
impossible. Had they been able to communicate, the young couple may have been
able to work out a compromise solution. Sadly, a physical confrontation loomed
as Ricky dropped his pants.

And, as fate would have it, he wore a little black thong, just like in her
naughty little schoolgirl fantasy. Heather lay there and reflected on the
irony of the situation. Ricky took this pause as her final submission. He
began to kneel. It was party time.

The poor lad could not have been more wrong. Cornered like a caged animal, the
busty blonde school girl lashed out with her leg. It caught the smaller boy on
the chest and sent him flying back to the couch.

"I said no!" Heather said, indignantly. She was in full control of her
passions now and little bit angry that this brown little man wasn't listening.
Just because he was a boy, Ricky assumed he could have his way with her. That
wasn't going to fly in this house. The blonde shot to her feet with cat like
quickness.

Ricky followed just as swiftly as he literally bounced off the couch. The male
blocked her way out of the family room. This chick was definitely loco, but
Ricky didn't care. He had come too far to hear the word no.

"Get out of my house!" Heather ordered. She pointed to the door, in case he
forgot where it was.

"No." the nearly nude boy replied. He said more, but it was too shocking to
bear repeating.

Heather was done fooling with him. She tried to slide past the smaller male
and said, "If you are not out of my house in 5 minutes, I'm calling the
police."

Ricky stuck out his left arm, officially blocking her retreat. "No police." He
whispered. The cops didn't scare him. He knew how not to be found if need be.
But Ricky doubted it would come to that. She was just playing hard to get.

The streetwise kid had this all figured out. They would do it one way or
another. But one thing the 125 lb man didn't figure on was girl power, plain
and simple. The very idea that this busty white chick could challenge him
physically didn't even register.

Much the opposite flowed thru the girl's mind. She had been raised on a steady
diet feminist thought and gender equality. The idea that this little man was
still here, dissing her, infuriated the busty blonde. Heather laid into him.

"F*&^ you!" the foul words blurted out of her mouth. She hit the nearly naked
lad with a two handed push, sending him back on to the couch with contemptuous
ease.

Still a little bit shocked at her sudden use of profanity, Heather went for
the phone at the back of the room. Clearly, this kid could see she was too
much for him to handle. The tall bosomy babe warned him, "I'm calling the
cops."

Ricky should have bolted for the door. Logic dictated no other alternatives.
But the young man was not thinking logically. He really wasn't thinking at
all, least not with his big head. No mere woman could be allowed to push him
around and get away with it. Such an idea ran contrary to his entire belief
system, one predicated on male strength and superiority. This white bitch had
to go down and hard. He bounced off the couch like a flash of brown and
grabbed her from behind.

The idea was to trip her just like the last time. But times had changed. This
time the blonde chick refused to play along. Her biceps bulged defiantly under
his fingers as they struggled. He tried to intertwine his feet with hers as it
became clear that the male could not simply over power her. He could take this
bitch, Ricky told himself. Or not. Her legs felt like pillars of girl steel.
She was unmovable.

"Let go of me!" the big busted blonde demanded, blithely unaware of her power.
She looked something like a schoolgirl amazon, towering over the nearly naked
male. But still she acted like a damsel in distress. Old habits proved hard to
break.

As the lame struggle continued, Ricky became aware of another problem. His
throbbing thing rubbed against her taut thigh. It felt sooo good. The male
began to lose his focus on the fight.

Heather could feel him weakening and for the first time considered not only
resisting but attacking. Tentatively, she raised her leg, taking his with her.
Then the girl shook her arms free, grabbed his head and threw the boy to the
ground. Balance precariously on one leg, the young man could not resist the
furious female.

Ricky lay there for a second, stunned. Not by the fall but by the fact that he
had fallen. Or more precisely, that a girl had clearly over powered him. A
primal anger began to refuel his depleted muscles as he looked up at the fully
clothed schoolgirl towering over him.

She had bested him for the third time. No one could argue her superiority. The
blonde gave the lad a killer look and reached for the phone. Her hand never
made it. Instead, her eyes came to rest on his male spear, sticking
precariously out of his thong. It changed everything.

"Ricky, look, its not ... " she started to explain. The damsel in distress had
returned.

But the man wasn't listening. Using his lightening speed, he leapt at her.
Heather had no real combat experience and mounted no defense. He caught her
around the waist. Driving with his legs, Ricky drove his enemy back violently.
If she wanted a war, he'd sure as hell give her one.

They knocked over a lamp before slamming into a nearby wall. Pictures
scattered as Ricky's shoulder drove the air from the girl's lungs. The male
pinned her arms to the wall victoriously. She was a big, strong bitch, but he
knew that women could never defeat a man.

"You lose." Ricky said in heavily accented English. Surely, this little battle
of the sexes was over. But a smoldering look of defiance in her blue eyes said
otherwise.

In fact, the buxom blonde had not yet really begun to fight. When she did, the
girl easily broke free of his grasp. The lesser male simply lacked the
strength to contain her. Heather then pushed him back with her left and then
slapped poor Ricky with her right.

It was an open handed blow but brutally powerful. She hit his cheek. His legs
buckled and the once proud male went down yet again. He found himself on his
hands and knees, gazing up at the statuesque schoolgirl and wondering what had
just happened.

Fortunately for him, his female foe lacked that killer instinct. She could
have annihilated him at this point. But heavenly Heather could not kick a man
when he was down. The girl took her position, hands on her wide hips, defying
the man to get back up again.

One look at her camel toed panties, clearly visible from his lowly position,
told Ricky he had to get back up again. It took a supreme effort. The girl had
hurt him bad and no macho posturing could cover for that. He was scared now.
The ease in which this bitch had overcome him yet again was shocking. But the
boy had to fight on, it was the only thing he knew.

Ricky slowly raised his fists as he took in her perfect yet powerful body. The
long, sleek legs simmering with muscle; her broad shoulders; the proud and
imposing breasts; this woman combined both beauty and brawn. He had never hit
a girl before, at least not with a closed fist. But the man had no choice now.

He also got the benefit of an inadvertent distraction. His manhood, still as
hard as a desert cactus, stuck way out of his thong. Heather glanced down. She
couldn't help herself. Ricky struck, hard and fast.

His fist caught the big girl on her chin. She had never been hit before.
Heather didn't really feel the punch, but her knees buckled just the same. She
fell.

This time their positions were reversed. The busty blonde schoolgirl was on
her hands and knees in front of her scantily clad male foe. Unfortunately for
the girl, he had no problems kicking a man was he was down (or woman for that
matter). Ricky's leg lashed out, hitting Heather in the stomach.

She took the kick with a hard grunt. But the female somehow countered,
ignoring the pain, she grabbed his foot and twisted. Ricky fell to the floor.
He panicked at the unexpected turn of events and tried to scoot away, but the
busty blonde still held his ankle. She was up on her feet now, towering over
the nearly naked man.

He hesitated for a moment and Heather attacked. She was learning how to fight.
This time there would be no mercy for the overmatched male. The voluptuous
vixen bent her knees and grabbed him roughly by the balls with her free hand.

It was game over now and they both knew it. Ricky's body froze involuntarily
as the busty schoolgirl seized his most precious jewels. The nearly naked boy
was on his hands and knees.

"Stand up!" the victorious female hissed, holding him from behind. She
released his ankle and grabbed his hair.

The male complied shakily. "What - What ..you doing?" he sobbed in broken
English.

Heather held him for a second, wondering the same thing. Calling the police no
longer seemed necessary or prudent. She could handle this punk. She could
teach him a lesson. And she would not have to explain her somewhat improper
actions leading up to this incident. But how to discipline a very naughty boy?
A light went off in her head as she held him firmly by the nuts.

The busty blonde marched the defeated male over to the couch. Ricky didn't
resist anymore. How could he? Heather sat down and placed the boy over her
lap. Only then did she release his man grapes. The girl grabbed the shaft of
his still erect penis, touching it for the first time. She found it to be warm
and pleasant. Smiling, the girl placed his thing between her muscular thighs.

"What ..you doing?" Ricky asked reflexively. But he already knew the answer.

"You are going to get a well deserved spanking." The white bitch told him.
Then she blasted his bare brown butt cheeks, not even bothering to remove his
thong.

Heather lectured him on inter-gender relations but Ricky understood little. He
knew only the rise and fall of her hand, the yoke of female discipline and his
cock trapped between her most muscular thighs. He felt intense pain and
exquisite pleasure. It was like nothing else. The male began to shake as
passions ripped thru his tanned body.

He didn't want this. It heaped sexual humiliation on top of unforgettable
shame. But it was well beyond male control. Ricky exploded on to the floor on
the 24th whack.

The erotic force surrounding this event affected the female in more subtle
ways. She felt the male come, which seemed to be a signal for her to explore
her own carnal desires. Heather had always wanted this boy but was separated
by class, race and her religious convictions. None of that mattered anymore.
She could do what she wanted to him.

The busty schoolgirl rolled the male off her lap without warning. She was
silent now. Her lectures had run their course a while back. The boy lay at her
feet, wondering what was coming next. In short, it was her pussy. Heather
straddled his shoulders.

"Eat me." The girl ordered, forcing his lips to her panty clad sex, the same
one that had sent him careening into a fence. It happened just 15 minutes ago.
But for the poor boy, it seemed like a lifetime.

Ricky serviced her. What choice did he have? It was his first time. He found
the bodacious blonde to be warm, wet and pleasant.

Early the next morning ...

Our voluptuous young heroine exited the bus with more than her usual bounce.
She had just 2 more weeks to go in school, the sun was warm and bright, but
none of those things made her smile. It was all about yesterday. Heather
couldn't quite understand it but she somehow felt more alive and sexy too.

It wasn't Ricky, per se. She didn't care for him. He was little more than a
walking penis to the busty blonde. Or tongue, she thought to herself
naughtily. The boy left in a hurry after their little encounter. He seemed
angry.

It was the act. Her surprising victory, her sexy dominance, that's what made
it special. It wasn't the first time she had a man's tongue between her legs.
It was the first time she had forced a man to do it.

On a whim, the bodacious blonde hiked up her plaid skirt and paraded down the
school's main hall. The move got her the attention she craved as many a young
man stopped to watch her golden gams. It also got young Heather a free trip to
the vice principal's office. That wasn't unexpected. She'd been down this road
many times before.

"Hi, Mr. Jones." The girl said as she bounced into his office.

They had a long history together. Mr. Trevor Jones coached the girl's field
hockey team. Like most athletic males, he was a tough competitor and stern
task master. Heather hated it and she quit the team in the middle of her
sophomore year. Nothing Mr. Jones could say or do changed her mind. To her
ex-coach, Heather was a LOSER, and he told her so many times over.

To her, he was a bitter and grumpy old man. Well, Mr. Jones wasn't really all
that old, 29 to be precise. And he was quite handsome in a butch sort of way.
He stood 6 foot tall and kept fit and trim. But Heather was right about the
bitter part. Jones wanted to coach football, but got stuck with field hockey
until a position opened up. Patience wasn't one of his virtues.

The male sat imperiously behind his desk and shook his head. "Shut the door
and have a seat."

Heather followed his orders with an impertinent smile.

"Why do you do this, Heather?"

"Do what, sir?" she replied innocently.

"Dress like a loser, like a ... . You know your skirt is too short. Its
supposed to be knee length."

"I think it looks good like this. Don't you think so?" the busty blonde said.
She stood up, stepped to the side and did a quick pirouette. The girl couldn't
be sure but she thought here vice principal got a pretty good show. One look
at his dazed expression told her that she was quite right.

An uncomfortable pause ensued as the male struggled to regain his composure.
Blood pounded thru his arteries as Trevor battled his inner demons. He had
never seen or known a woman as intoxicating as this one. Her legs, oh god,
they seemed to go on forever. He remembered Heather in her tight shorts ...

But this was a Catholic high school. Just admitting such thoughts would get
you a summary dismissal. His face the color of freshly picked beats, the
normally composed Mr. Jones shouted, "SIT IN THE GODDAM CHAIR!"

Heather suppressed a giggle. She always suspected the older man had some
illicit thoughts about her. It was so much fun to tease him a little. The girl
sat in the chair and tried to act scared. But naughty little schoolgirl wasn't
quite thru with him yet. She spread her legs a bit more than would be
considered customary in polite company.

Her false piety helped calm the older man down. He cleared his throat and
continued, "How many times have you been down here to see me this semester?"

"Ah, four, maybe ... " Heather answered. She tried to act nervous, shifting in
her chair and slowly opening up to the older man.

"Try seven." He answered as his eyes gravitated to the girl's forbidden inner
thigh. Her skirt was so short already. Anymore and it would be visible ...
Damn her. Just get this over with. "I guess another detention would ... "

"Not another detention. I'll miss the bus and my folks will have to come get
me and ... " the bodacious blonde protested. Meanwhile, she moved her left
knee slightly, toying with the male as if he was a pathetic little mouse.

Jones' body temperature shot up 10 degrees as he glimpsed her white panties.
The male tried to loosen his collar and look the girl in the eye, but it
didn't work. He just had to see it. His eyes dropped again. Luckily, he had a
very healthy heart.

"I don't see any other way, Heather." Jones replied as he fished in his desk
for a pen.

"There may be another way." The blonde said seductively. Her hands went to her
long blonde hair, pulling it back. This highlighted Heather's nubile young
breasts. But brave Mr. Jones stayed glued between her long legs. It was all
visible now.

"What - What did, ahem, you have in mind?" the male said to her pussy. Things
began to stir between his legs too as pure sexual energy filled the room.
Trevor couldn't help himself.

Heather decided to ride the wave and charge forward. "A good old fashioned
spanking, sir."

Jones couldn't quite believe his ears. "A spanking?"

"Yes, sir. That's exactly what I need." The blonde replied tartly. She had her
sweet legs spread wide, daring the teacher to do what they both knew he wanted
to.

"I - really - don't ... "

"Come on sir, this is a private school. Spankings are legal and I have been a
very bad girl. Clearly detention hasn't worked. I need something more
dramatic." Heather said seductively. She wouldn't let Mr. Jones go all the
way, but the young vixen clearly wanted something to happen.

It took just one more look at the inviting V between her legs to seal the
deal. Jones might have been older, a man, and a vice principal, but the busty
schoolgirl was calling the shot now. He just nodded in reply. His throat
suddenly seemed too dry for speech.

Heather rose from her chair, smiling as she toyed with the older guy. He had
been a pain in the ass for years now. It amazed her just how easy it had been
to turn the tables on him. She circled his small, metal desk and lay across
the man's lap. His rigid manhood made itself felt immediately.

Jones was presented with one of the world's most beautiful sights: Heather's
panty clad ass. It was wide yet firm, big and powerful. The male began to
shake. This was so devilishly wrong but it felt so good. He put his hand
tentatively between her legs, nominally to re-position her. It was hot,
smooth, soft, sweet ...

"Ah, yes, Miss Heather, you, ah ... " the older man stammered. He thought a
lecture would be in order but just couldn't find the words.

"Perhaps you should just get started, sir." The girl said, shaking her well
rounded posterior a bit. This caused his fingers to brush her special place.
Heather shivered slightly at the delightful intrusion.

"OK," he replied, tentatively slapping her backside. Jones had never done
anything like this before.

The blonde suppressed a giggle. Jones tried again but he was doing it with his
left hand and he couldn't seem to focus on the job.

This time Heather did giggle. "You can do better than that, sir."

He tried gamely but failed. Jones just could bring himself to really hit her.
He had too many other things on his mind, namely between his legs.

"Come on, Mr. Jones, put some oomph in it. You hit like a girl." She
admonished him.

Her attitude pissed him off a little and he did get a decent shot in, but the
naughty schoolgirl continued to laugh. Heather stood up, towering over the man
in the chair.

"That was pathetic sir."

Jones tried to laugh it off. "It was my first time."

"Maybe I should teach you how." The girl said with her hands on her wide hips.

"No, Heather, this ... " the male replied, staring at her big tits.

"Yes, Mr. Jones, its my duty. We can't have you giving half -assed spankings
like that." Heather said as she grabbed his tie. Effortlessly, she lifted the
man out of his chair. The girl was in charge and they both knew it.

The male continued to protest but the girl ignored his feeble efforts.
Instead, she undid his belt buckle, daring the vice principal to stop her. He
didn't. He wanted this as much as she did. Only Jones had something slightly
different in mind.

His pants fell a few seconds later. Heather brazenly touched him, no mere boy
but a man at the supreme height of his sexual potency. Jones responded by
squeezing the girl's big jugs as he prepared to kiss her. He would do this
little vixen there on his desk, consequences be damned. Then things went
terribly wrong.

Heather reacted forcefully, sweeping his hands from her bosom using an all but
forgotten move she learned in karate class years ago. She twisted his left arm
behind his back. The surprised male didn't have time to think, let alone
defend himself. The busty schoolgirl smashed him facedown on his desk in a
very painful arm lock.

"What the hell!" Jones screamed.

"I'd keep it down, if I were you sir. We'd hate to have one of those
secretaries come in here." The blonde replied, while marveling at the ease in
which she bested this much larger male.

"What was that for? Let me go." He whispered. She did have him in a most
compromising position.

"You tried to take advantage of me, sir. I'm not that kind of girl. Now for
that lesson." Heather promised, pulling him off his desk with astonishing
strength.

Jones naturally tried to free himself. But with his pants around his ankles
and the dominant female securely in charge, the male stood no chance. After a
brief and one-sided struggle, he wound up over her knee.

"First, sir, always get rid of the underwear." She said, pulling down his
boxers.

"Next, with a male, its important to position his penis." The girl lectured as
she reached between his legs. Heather grabbed his still rock hard cock and
positioned it between he luscious thighs. Jones howled at this imposition. It
wasn't a comfortable arrangement and he tried to get up. The busty blonde held
him firmly in place with the left hand on the back of his head.

"Settle down, sir. Don't make this worse than it has to be." With that,
Heather gave his little boys a very firm squeeze, reminding the recalcitrant
male just how easily she could hurt him.

"Heather, please, stop this right now!" Jones tried to bargain with her.

"Mr. Jones, ah ... , can I call you Trevor?" the girl answered as she
playfully fondled his male parts.

"Ah, sure." He said to the floor.

"Trevor, this is how you give a spanking." Heather announced as she blasted
him with her right hand.

This was truly history in the making: a student spanking a teacher. Heather
tore into this despised male, taking out years of verbal abuse on his very
exposed posterior. She held nothing back. Each blow left a savage red hand
print in his flesh. Jones struggled with each stinging whack, trying
desperately to escape the female brutality but the buxom blonde held him most
firmly. He could neither cry out nor shout, for fear of being discovered.

After just the 5th whack the clearly male distraught begged her. "Please,
Heather, you made your point. Release me this instant."

The girl just laughed and aimed a blow at his low hanging fruit. It didn't hit
directly, but had enough force to send shock waves of soulless pain racking
his big muscular body. Jones cried out.

"Never listen to their cries of mercy, Trevor. That just shows weakness."
Heather continued her lecture on corporal discipline as if they were
discussing the finer points of golf. It was only her second whack at spanking
boys, but the girl proved to be a natural talent.

BAM! She aimed another shot at his little boys. Big, strong, demanding Mr.
Jones began to cry. He begged some more. "Please, Heather, you win. I'll do
anything." Jones sobbed. This had gone from surprising to shocking to
humiliating and finally to pure agony.

Heather stayed her hand. A paltry 7 whacks had broken this once proud male
authority figure. Inconceivable. Could all men be this weak?

"And one for good measure." The busty blonde announced, giving him one last
play slap. Her victim, already deeply traumatized, jumped and whimpered. She
ordered him to stand.

Jones got up slowly. He tried to cover his raging erection with his hand and
said, "I think you should go now."

"Oh, Trevor, I really don't think so." The blonde hissed. She grabbed his red
tie with one hand and his exposed balls with the other.

The male tried desperately to regain his composure, but that failed as soon as
the little tart grabbed his nuts. Jones started to sob again. "Oh god, why are
you doing this to me?"

"Because I can, Trevor. Because I wanted to show you who is the real LOSER
here. And because I want to wear my skirt however I want." Heather explained
with a triumphant smile. As she talked, the voluptuous young vixen moved her
hand up his teeming shaft and placed her thumb on its bulbous head.

"Jeez, no, Heather, stop." The half nude male whimpered. With his pants still
around his ankles, there was precious little he could do except to start a
full fledged fight. Such a commotion would certainly bring the school's
secretaries into his office, and after all that had happened here, the male
couldn't be sure of winning. Heather was surprisingly strong. Even worse, he
was afraid of her.

"What's wrong now?" she asked while using the hold on his tie to bend him
backwards over his desk. This highlighted his pelvic area. Heather worked his
big, hard penis like jet fighter pilot worked his joy-stick.

"What, god, pleassseee ... "

Trevor began to shake violently. He tried to resist the surging sexuality in
his loins but only delayed the inevitable. Everything about heavenly Heather
proved to be simply irresistible. When it came, it came big, covering his
chest with multiple squirts of thick hot liquid.

She smiled. It took less than a minute to make the male submit to her
sexually. Now it was her turn. "Get on your knees, LOSER!" Heather whispered.
Her tone may have soft, but her words must be obeyed.

Trevor got to his knees and gazed up at her thunderous breasts. "What - what
now?"

"It's my turn. Eat me."

"Oh god no." the man whined. "You can't make me."

"You said you'd do anything."

"But - But ... I"

"Would you rather get back on my lap, Trevor?"

"No, please, I ... "

"Then you know what to do." Heather replied, lifting the front of her skirt.

Jones stared at her panty clad pussy. He just had to do it. The man proceeded
slowly, nuzzling the girl's sex and running his hands up her steely legs. Once
the man decided to do service her, it wasn't so bad.

"Oh Trevor, I think we finally found something you are good at." The girl said
as she sat back in his chair. Jones knelt before her, working diligently.
Heather put her feet up on his desk, gynecology style. Soon his tongue was
deep inside her.

Like most men of his age, Jones learned long ago how to perform this thankless
task. With Heather, he brought his skill to a new level. They spent all of
first period perfecting it. She left his office with her skirt higher than
ever.

Five hours later ...

Heather swam laps in the school's Olympic sized pool. It was senior phys- ed
class. Five boys and five girls leisurely hung out at the pool. The teachers
were no where to be seen. Again, it was senior phys-ed class. Nobody cared,
not even the teachers.

The young lads all wore skimpy little black racing speedos. They were some of
the school's best and brightest. All competed on the diving or swim team.
Phys-ed class amounted to a little practice time.

The girls wore much bigger black one-piece suits. They were there just for the
hell of it and to watch the boys. All of their male classmates were cute but
one really stood out. Jason Hawthorne III, he was rich, powerful and down
right gorgeous. His dad was like a senator or mayor or something.

Heather glanced over as the lad zipped by her. She was a decent swimmer,
slowed by the giant water dam on the front of her chest. He ranked as the
city's best. His prospects for diving loomed even better. Some were even
talking Olympics for the handsome youngster.

All of that had a bad influence on Jason. Prone to an inflated ego from a
young age, everything came easy to the gifted male. He acted like he was god's
gift to women, or men if you believed some of the rumors floating about. Jason
seldom dated and never with any of the chicks at school. Hence the rumors.
Heather tried not to believe them. He was too perfect to be gay.

She finished her lap strong. Heather still liked to exercise even though she
gave up on sports. Shaking her head, the blonde looked over to see Jason
leaning on the wall, watching her. He was smiling. But with a kid like Jason,
that meant very little.

"You swim like a beached whale. Any slower you might sink." He teased like a
petulant child.

It was typical Jason, mean and nasty. But to compare her, Heather, to a whale
was more than she could handle. "Ha. Ha." The girl returned with a caustic
look. Why did this hunk have to be such an asshole? She continued. "Don't quit
your day job. You'll never make it as a comedienne."

"I don't need a day job. You wanna race?" the boy asked, his bright blue eyes
flashing. He had the kind of face that made everything seem exciting. Most
girls couldn't tell him no.

But Heather could. She could think of a lot of things she'd like to do to him.
Racing wasn't on the list. "No thanks. I swim like a beached whale, remember."

"I'll let you take a half a lap lead. And we can bet on it. Loser has to run
around the pool nude." The male said with his hypnotic smile.

The blonde refused to take the bait. This kid knew what he was doing. He
wouldn't be trying to pull something if there was a chance he could lose.
"I'll pass." Heather said as she started to swim off.

"Do it." Trish said, running over.

"Yeah. It sounds fun." Danielle chipped in.

Jason had challenged her just loud enough for the rest of the class to hear.
They surrounded them, both boys and girls, encouraging Heather to loosen up,
have fun and be a sport. She looked at Jason and smiled. "Ok, you're on."

"Go down to the far end. I'll start form here." The boy said, his charming
smile doing what it did best.

Heather watched attentively as the young man exited the water as did the rest
girls. He had a perfect male body: tall but not too big, well-built but not
too brawny. Jason's V-shaped torso rippled with finely etched muscles. His
smooth and oh-so tanned skin glistened god-like in the afternoon sun. By the
time she got to her end, even Heather was a tad excited.

One of Jason's buddies yelled go and the race was on. Jason got a great start
and made up half her lead on the dive alone. He was a great swimmer. Heather
tried her best but could not convert her efforts into extra speed. His
prediction came true. She did look something like a beached whale.

Jason's only real challenge came on his turn. He hit it perfectly, getting a
great kick. They finished close but the result was never really in question.
Jason won by a meter.

The blonde stuck her head up only to be face to face with the victor. "You
lose. Time for your naked romp, Lady Godiva. Boys rule the school."

Despite his taunts, the young men present held their collective breaths.
Heather was arguably the hottest chick in the class. This would be a classic,
something they could tell their grand kids about.

The girls were just a smidge disappointed. They would have loved to see the
hunk nude, but he was simply too good to lose at anything. This victory only
added to the mystique surrounding Jason Hawthorne III.

Heather stunned them all with her counter challenge. "How about a wrestling
match? Double or nothing?"

Even the unflappable and uber confident Jason stumbled with a reply. "You have
to be joking?"

"Not in the least. What say you?" the busty blonde shot back with a smile.

"Why should I? What do I get for winning?"

Learning from the earlier challenge, Heather got the crowd involved. "If you
win, all of the girls will run naked around the pool."

A collective gasp went up from the seniors. Trish spoke up first. "No way.
This is stupid. I'm not ... "

"Be a sport. It was OK when it was just me but now you're wimping out?" The
blonde confronted her red-head friend.

The rest of the class weighed in favor of the inter-gender match. The boys
knew they would win. Most of the girls were more than happy to get naked for
Jason. It was up to him now.

"Well, Jason, are you man enough to handle me?" the busty blonde asked,
leaning over into his space.

She had him between a rock and a hard place. Jason had timed the girl's laps.
He knew he could beat her in the race. He knew he could beat her at wrestling
too, but there were intangibles to think about. All this bimbo had to was give
him something of a fight and it could be quite embarrassing. But the male
couldn't back down now, not in front of all these people. He nodded and the
class raced up to the wrestling mats.

The room was cold and dark. The seniors turned the lights on and one of the
boys locked the door. They didn't want any disruptions to this illicit event.

Heather and Jason took their spots on the mats and seized each other up. The
male was taller but only slightly heavier. The female had a better build. Her
legs and arms were bigger and thicker. So was Heather's chest but it was hard
to gauge the difference due to the size and firmness of her bosom.

Speaking of bosom, the chilly temperatures had hardened the blonde's nipples.
She went into the fight with half inch drill bits attached to her chest. The
cold had an opposite effect on the male. The bulge in his skimpy, bikini
swimsuit had all but disappeared.

"Ready?" the bodacious blonde asked as she put her hair up in a bun.

Jason nodded, his ever present and confident smile returning. "Time to teach
you a lesson, girlie."

"What's that?"

"A woman's place is in the kitchen, not taking on boys." Jason spat out. He
would destroy this uppity wench.

"Bring it on." Heather motioned him forward.

The boy came on confidently. He believed totally in his earlier comments. In
fact, the lad had little use for the opposite sex. Many of the rumors
surrounding his choice in dates were true. Jason didn't consider himself as
gay but he took scant interest in females. Women seemed to be worthless and
weak, good only for spending money and bearing children. So, like many rich
and powerful boys, Jason experimented.

He paused in the middle of the ring. Heather took the bait and charged. Her
last two physical encounters with males had been very one-sided. She too had
lost much of her respect for the so-called stronger sex. Using the tactic that
Ricky had used on her, the blonde planned to steam roll this arrogant,
blue-blooded bastard.

She quickly learned that all men are not created equally. The audience gasped
as Jason fell before her charge. But the buxom babe kept going, cart-wheeling
head over heels. Jason rolled with her attack and used a foot to the chest to
send the blonde head over heels.

The girl hit hard, her voluptuous hard-body crashing down with an audible
thump. Females in the audience gasped at the shocking violence of the less
than gentlemanly move. Surely Jason could have disposed of his feminine foe a
bit more gently. Even the boys groaned. A couple of guys moved gallantly to
give first aid to the fallen female.

But Heather sucked it in and rolled to her feet. She didn't need help. This
thing was just getting started.

"Stay down, whale. You don't want to get hurt." Jason admonished in a spiteful
tone. He also fixed his speedos, which had slipped during his roll, showing
lots of butt crack to an audience too stunned to enjoy it. His attire or lack
thereof would continue to pose problems for the male champion.

Heather got to her feet, her big breasts heaving as she battled for air. But
the girl courageously waived him forward.

Jason was more than happy to comply. "Let me show you how it's done." The
beautiful boy taunted her.

It was a classic non-linear take down. The lad faked to his left and attacked
her other leg. Heather bit on his faint and left her flank open. He clasped
hands between her smooth thighs, lifted the girl up and slammed her to the
floor for the second time. Jason sat on her ass triumphantly.

Again, the ladies in the audience winced as they saw just how mean and cruel
Jason Hawthorne III really was. They never for a second thought he would lose
this battle, nor did they want him to. But Jason was being a real jerk now.

"OK, enough already." Trish said as she came in and pulled Jason off her
friend.

The boy got up voluntarily. Again the male had to fix his skimpy little suit
as he inadvertently flashed the red head with a bit of his prized penis. That
brought a thin smile to Trish's red lips.

They started to negotiate a female surrender, but sweet young Heather had
better ideas. She rose like phoenix and said to her enemy, "Lets go."

"Heather, stop. This is stupid." Trish complained. She didn't want to see
anymore.

"Beat it, sweetheart. This is between him and me." The blonde hissed at her
friend.

Trish backed away with a dumbfounded look on her face. Heather had gone nuts.
Jason stepped over and offered to talk. He had realized his mistake here. Like
he thought before, this wrestling had been a bad idea, too many intangibles.
Jason didn't want to ruin his rep by hurting this dumb blonde.

"Give it up, Heather. You can't beat me." He offered gentlemanly.

"F### you." The black clad babe replied as she attacked. Heather had none of
his problems with her attire. The big one-piece fit her hard, hourglass body
like a glove.

She grabbed his wrists and tried to bear the boy down. Given the state of her
feminine fury, it was doable. But the wily male foe refused to cooperate. He
spun out of her grasp, slipped behind the busty gal and placed her in an
unbreakable full nelson.

The hold wasn't legal in real wrestling but this wasn't real wrestling. Jason
just wanted to end this stupid battle of the sexes with a quick female
submission. He poured on the pressure.

"Give up, girlie." He whispered in her ear. The pretty boy was loath to admit
it, but he had begun to admire her plucky courage. Perhaps there was some
redeeming value in womanhood after all?

Much to his dismay, Heather did not surrender. Her body tightened as great
cords of female rippled under his arms. She was resisting him. Heather's hands
went to his wrists and began to pull his hands off her slender neck.

Jason battled to maintain the hold, putting every ounce of his male strength
into it. But he could not stop the overpowering girl. His fingers began to
separate.

At this horrible moment, the boy became aware of another astonishing fact. He
began to have sensations, pleasant ones, emanating from his loins as his male
parts rubbed on her taut ass. Surely, he wasn't attracted to this bimbo? Jason
tried not to think about it.

Fortunately, Heather provided a great distraction. She slipped his hands off
her head, breaking the boy's unbreakable hold. The girls in the audience
didn't respond. They didn't grasp the significance of her escape. But the boys
did. They let out a collective gasp at Heather's display of superior female
strength.

"Quit fooling around. Finish this." Henry shouted. The tide was turning, the
lad could feel it. Heather was much more than just a pretty face.

Sadly, Jason was trying. It just wasn't making a difference. The bodacious
blonde now held both of his wrists beside her head. It was her move.

The girl spun out and slipped behind the taller male with appalling speed. One
second she was in front of him. The next saw her behind the scantily clad boy.
And Heather still had control of his arm. She twisted it behind his back in an
arm-lock, the same move she used to subdue big Mr. Jones.

Jason staggered forward but he could not escape the resurgent female. He
howled in pain as she forced him to his knees. It felt like his arm would
break, but the effect on his male psyche was even worse. A worthless woman had
bested him.

Heather took a moment to look at the audience. Her girl friends all had a
dazed, non-comprehending look on their pretty little faces. Certainly a mere
girl could not take down the mighty Jason Hawthorne III. The boys looked
equally stunned and very distressed by this turn of events. They had become
silent but all eyes were glued on her. Then she noticed something else. One
FOJ (or Friend of Jason as they were called) named Henry sported a boner! The
rest of the lads were not too far behind him. It was hard to hide such things
in the little speedos.

"Give up?" the busty bitch whispered seductively in the male's ear. She
enjoyed this immensely. It was great to have audience that appreciated her
talents.

Jason replied with a non-gentlemanly and very colorful 'no'. Heather tossed
him unceremoniously into the mats. She could have wrought a submission out of
him, but decided against it. The boy could have claimed the last fall as a
fluke. On average the match still belonged to him. Heather wanted to take that
away. She wanted to dominate him so that there could be no argument as to the
true winner. Plus, this was too much fun.

Jason needed a moment to collect himself and figure out what to do. He propped
himself up on his arms and gazed up statuesque blonde towering over him. She
was smiling. The boy found himself admiring her long, strong legs, wide and
powerful hips, flat stomach, insolent breasts and well built arms. But it was
her cold, steely blue eyes that brought him down the most. There was an iron
will in that blonde head, one bent on his utter destruction. Amazingly, his
cock began to twitter. For the first time, he found himself genuinely
attracted to a girl, one that he absolutely had to destroy.

This reflection didn't last more than 10 seconds but it felt like an eternity
to the rest of the young men in the little room. They wanted their champion to
bounce up and take care of this upstart female. Jason disappointed them. He
rose slowly, on arms that felt like wet noodles. The boy's virile body was
slick with sweat and his face flushed. He looked beaten next to the goddess
like female.

The boys' eyes were mostly on Heather and her hard body. Even the blonde's
plain black swimsuit could not hide her bountiful female assets. The girls
watched Jason of course and they let out a chorus of giggles as he got up.
Their eyes were on his thing.

His heart skipped a beat as he looked down. Uh-oh, wardrobe malfunction! His
very confused penis had poked its little head out of its hiding place. Maybe
Heather hadn't seen it! The boy looked over at her, past those tanned legs,
over that smooth and oddly pleasing mound between her thighs to her cold blue
eyes.

She raised an eyebrow, Vulcan style and said, "You better take care of that
thing."

A flux of new emotions ran thru his head. The normally cocky and confident lad
felt shame, humiliation, fear and panic for the first time in memory. He
immediately tried to tuck away his hardening manhood but it proved difficult
in the skimpy black speedos. It grew another inch as he fumbled with it.

They were all laughing at him now, even the boys. Jason got mad. This was
precisely why he didn't want to do this. "You're gonna get it, bitch!" the boy
roared as he came at her.

Heather had to stop laughing to defend herself. That was not easy to do when
your male foe's swim suit looked like a black circus tent. He tried his
takedown move again, but this time the big chested gal was ready. She counter
attacked. His head slammed in to her hard abs before he could develop any
power. His attacked stalled, broken by Heather's bold move. But the girl
didn't rest on her laurels. She hooked booth her arms under his and tossed him
in gut wrenching move.

Poor Jason went flying. He hit the ground and rolled ignominiously. This time
the girls cheered loudly. Nobody could miss that display of female
superiority.

The boy tried to roll to his feet but it took a second for him to get his
bearings. By that time the busty, well-rounded vixen was all over him. She
slapped the scantily clad lad in a bear hug, low, around his slender waist,
and hefted him off the ground.

It wasn't a super effective move, but did put Jason in a bad way. His arms
were trapped at his sides. He was like a helpless child in her arms. He could
do little but wait for her to put him down.

If only he had been so lucky. Heather had something more diabolical in mind.
She reached down and grabbed the back of his speedos. Then the blonde pulled.

"How does that feel, Jason?" she joked while bouncing him up and down, driving
the black nylon fabric up the crack of his ass.

The answer to that question was good and bad, actually. It felt great in front
as his oh-so hard cock bounced against those tight girl abs. The back brought
sheer agony as his female foe turned his speedos into a thong and crushed his
testicles at the same time. The boy howled in protest, but the girl would not
listen. She just smiled.

By this time, the boys present knew their gig was up. The female was much too
strong and fast for their champion. None of them could stand against her. The
FOJ's stood around the mat quiet and sullen, yet fascinated Heather's
domination of their friend. They could tell this was going someplace and all
of them wanted to see the final act.

Most of the girls couldn't yet see the bigger picture here. They cheered their
friend and watched Jason with hungry eyes.

By the time beautiful Heather tossed him to the mats, Jason was near tears. He
landed on his hands and knees, unable and unwilling to continue this battle of
the sexes.

Heather took a moment to stretch her sore arms. Jason was a big 170 lb fellow
and she had kept him suspended for almost 3 minutes. She looked at her
girlfriends and said, "See, boys aren't so tough. They just try to act that
way. Isn't that right, Jason?"

With that, the dominant blonde reached down and grabbed a handful of his bushy
black hair. Then the girl made him nod in agreement. This hurt his wounded
pride and the male tried valiantly to stand. The battle wasn't over yet.

But it might as well have been. The busty bitch clamped him in a head lock
before he could really get back into the fight. Jason found himself with his
face smashed against her right breasts, a bullet hard nipple in his eye, and
the girl's arm encircling his head like a band of steel. By the time he tried
to escape, there was none to be had.

Heather spent the next few minutes parading the boy around the mats. First
over to the men's side, where the FOJs stood in stunned silence. Their hero
and idol was being destroyed before their eyes. The girl enjoyed the look of
fear and respect in their eyes. She also took pleasure in their obvious state
of sexual excitement. Heather felt it too. This was really all about sex and
the balance of power between men and women.

Then she marched poor Jason over to the girl's side. They were far more
interested in him than her. The sexy seniors got to see far more of juicy
Jason than any thought possible. Still they found time to encourage their
champion.

"Get him!"

"Whip his cute little ass!"

"Strip him naked!" Trish yelled out. That seemed to be the magic bullet. All
the girls joined in, raising a hellish chant of male humiliation.

Heather rather liked that idea. She released the headlock only to slap the
weaker boy into a full nelson. Then the blonde turned him to face the female
audience. His speedo thong was all but useless by this time. Jason's long hard
shaft stuck out perpendicular from his body like a flag pole. Only his cute
little balls were covered.

The once overly proud male realized that he couldn't stop this, but he tried
anyhow. Heather had escaped his full nelson. Why couldn't he? With the sexy
seniors looking on, Jason grabbed her wrists and tried mightily to win his
freedom. His essentially nude body rippled with boy muscles and he strained
against his female foe. He failed, never once budging her stronger arms. His
little escape attempt just added a little drama to the end of the sex fight
and demonstrated just how weak the male really was.

"Trish, would you do the honors?" the busty blonde suggested as his resistance
began to wane. Heather enjoyed this, demonstrating her complete superiority.

"Gladly." The red head said as she gingerly grabbed the bands of his speedo
thong.

His futile struggling ceased entirely at this point. Time itself seemed to
stop as well. This was it and they all could feel it, both men and women, none
more so than Jason. His entire life up to that point had been a lie, based on
erroneous assumptions. He was about to be reborn.

Trish peeled it off slowly, letting his swollen cock batter her face as she
did so. He looked so perfect. Totally shaven, the lad had not a hair anywhere
on his utterly virile body. The red head did what came natural. She knelt
before this bound god and took his member in her mouth.

It lasted less than a second. Heather pulled the boy away and hissed, "Hands
off, bitch. Go find your own boy."

A hurt look crossed Trish's face. She wanted Jason real bad, but wasn't about
to cross Heather to get him. So the red head followed her friend's advice. She
got up and walked over to Henry. "Strip!" Trish ordered.

Much to Heather's surprise, the boy followed the female command. It didn't end
there. Trish was followed by the rest of the sexy seniors. Soon all of the
boys were naked and very aroused.

Heather wanted to get it on too, but first things first. She bent Jason over
at the waist and removed her left hand from his neck. Then she slipped it
between his legs, grabbing his well earned penis.

"Submit to me." Heather demanded. It was the only way to conquer a male.

A moan escaped Jason's lips. She was right. This was the perfect way for him
to surrender to her totally. By the time he did so, nobody else besides
Heather paid much attention to him.

Heather threw him roughly to the mats like a conquering amazon. Somehow, her
entire life seemed to come together at this moment. She was about to have the
one boy she always wanted. The busty blonde planted a foot on his chest
victoriously. From there she surveyed his smooth and perfect young body. Come
to mama, baby!

Her swim suit disappeared seconds later, giving the rich kid his first chance
to see the female body that had bested him. It was more than perfect: a sweet
hour glass figure covered with female muscle. Her big breasts sat high upon
her chest like great symbols of her femininity. Heather radiated both beauty
and untold power.

Then the brave girl descended upon him. Her hard ass covered his face as she
took his prized penis in her mouth. Every female in school would have gladly
traded places with her at that point, yet Heather was a part of something much
bigger. A femdom orgy broke out on the wrestling mats: five beautiful women on
top of five naked men.

One hour later ...

Young Heather got ready to leave school. It had been a great day, a glorious
day, one that she would always remember. But she was still glad to be leaving.
Heather held no nostalgic attachments to this place. She was ready to move,
upward and onward.

Her heavy book bag draped across her broad shoulder, the blonde turned away
from her locker and almost ran into Jason.

"Ah, hi." She replied awkwardly. Heather felt like a schoolgirl again,
intimidated by Jason's looks and charm. Would he be mad, sad, or freaked out
over what had just happened?

"Hi," the male replied almost as awkwardly. He wanted something.

"I have to catch my bus. But it was nice, ah, seeing you again." She pointed
out.

"I could drive you home?" Jason offered. It was clear he was new at this.

Heather wasn't so sure. She just didn't trust him. What if he had something
planned? The boy seemed nervous and on edge. Plus, it never hurt for a girl to
play hard to get.

"That's OK. I like the bus." She blurted out. SHE LIKED THE BUS? What the hell
was that about?

"Ah, OK, sure." Jason stammered. "There was one other thing. Are you busy
Saturday night?"

"Are you asking me out, Jason Hawthorne?" the buxom blonde replied with a mock
sternness. She was falling back into her comfort zone now, dealing with
amorous boys.

"Ah, yeah, I guess I am." He replied with a crooked, naughty and very
appealing smile.

"Pick me up at seven then." Heather replied and gave him a chaste peck on the
cheek.

A glance to her right showed Mr. Jones watching her. The girl's heart skipped
a beat. Such public displays of affection were strictly forbidden. She could
be in for yet another detention. But the vice principal just lowered his eyes
and retreated back into his office. Heather smiled. It was good to have power.

"See ya." Jason said, waving and walking away.

The big chested blonde waved back and then got on her stinky, smelly bus.
Jason's Mercedes seemed like better choice at the moment. She made up her mind
to make this her last bus ride.

One hour and two bus trips later ...

Heather arrived at her McMansion in the suburbs. She was tired, sore, and cute
little Ricky wasn't around to cheer her up. The girl trudged inside. Even her
overactive libido seemed to desert her. She wanted nothing more than a shower
and a nap. The girl poured her milk and cookies, ate slowly and went up to her
large pink bedroom.

There she doffed her school uniform and stood in front of the full length
mirror in panties and a bra. Heather performed a modern version of 'mirror,
mirror on the wall, who is the fairest ... " without actually saying the
words. She was. Heather knew it without the mirror magically speaking. Her
body was tall and elegant like a super-model's but with the curves of a
playboy bunny. Heather's bust, naturally a big C-cup, sat up firm and high in
a cleavage enhancing miracle bra. This gave her a much sought after top-heavy
appearance.

Then the curvaceous young lady did something completely different. She popped
a double biceps pose. Muscles seemed to pop out of nowhere as her body rippled
with the power that in less than 24 hours had destroyed three men. Heather's
biceps rose like little mountains, a 4 pack graced her hard stomach and her
thighs thickened like tree trunks. Even her big boobs seemed to grow a cup
size. She was strong but still every inch a woman.

"Look at dis shit." Came a voice from her left.

"Its her." Another answered.

Heather turned to see two Latin males entering her bedroom. One was Ricky, but
it was the other that caught her attention. He was big, mean and had an evil
looking gun in his hand. The other man rushed her. He grabbed her by the neck
and thru her back against the wall. "Its pay back time, bitch!" the gunman
hissed.

Great! She really had to learn to lock that door! "Don't hurt me!" the busty,
panty clad babe said, looking at that evil gun.

"My cousin told me what you did to him yesterday. Today you're gonna get it."
The big man hissed.

"Lets get it goin', Eddy." Ricky suggested. "Her parents could be home soon.

Probably not for hours, Heather thought to herself. Eddy spun her around and
threw the bitch on to her big bed. He kept that nasty gun in her face the
whole time.

"Spread 'em." He ordered, forcing her legs apart. Eddy stopped for a moment.
He looked at her smooth thighs and the precious white triangle between her
legs. "You be good and we won't hurt you. Tell anybody about tonight and
you're dead. Got that?"

Heather just nodded. The young woman didn't have to pretend to be afraid. In
the past, she always thought she would fight to the death before submitting to
this. Now she had her opportunity and the death thing seemed a tad premature.
Given half a chance, Heather wanted to fight back and kick their male butts.
But how? She had to get that gun.

Ricky had already dropped his pants, ready to get his revenge. But his cousin
seemed unwilling to move as his eyes devoured her hard body. The girl smiled
weakly. She had found her weak spot.

"Move," Ricky commanded his cousin. The bigger man started to do so
reluctantly.

Heather looked at the guy with the gun. "You're not going to let that little
wimp go first? Are you?"

"Shut up, bitch." Eddy replied as he stuck the gun between her red lips. In
doing so, he had pushed his little cousin out of the way again. The big boy
was back in position, leaning over her body.

"I want you first." The girl said, tasting the cold metal of the 9mm. "It's my
first time and I want a real man inside me."

Well, that about sealed it. Ricky would just have to wait his turn. Eddy
dropped his trousers, never noticing her focus on his piece. Wearing just a
tight white undershirt over his lean, hard torso, the big man pinned her arms
to the bed. He wasn't stupid. He intended to keep control of this bitch the
whole time. Yet he couldn't quiet believe this was the chick who beat up his
cousin. Ricky may have been small but the kid knew how to fight.

He kissed her, hard and rough. Heather turned away, towards the gun. It was
there right by her hand. She began to fight back.

Eddy didn't notice the danger until it was too late. Girls always fought back
some. They almost had to, otherwise people would know they liked it. Thus,
when she turned her head, he gave it no second thought. When she freed her
left hand, it was no biggy. When she grabbed his gun with her right, he got
only marginally concerned. The male glanced to her right and got a wicked left
cross to his chin. He was about to learn the hard way that chicks could fight
when they wanted to.

Heather took the pistol away from her stunned attacker and rolled out from
underneath him. He tried to recover and pin her. The busty bitch whacked him
on the head with the butt of his own pistol. Big Ed slumped to the ground.

It was Ricky's turn to redeem himself. The boy felt almost happy that the girl
had wasted his cousin. The asshole would believe him when he said the girl was
tough. Now, all the half naked boy had to do was kick her ass and all would be
better. He engaged the gorgeous girl just after she hit Eddy. She was still
sitting on the bed, her big bulging breast reminding him of his duty.

The blonde had a gun and he had to neutralize that first. He grabbed her wrist
with one had and neck with the other. Ricky just had to push the white bitch
down and the boys would be back in charge.

It sounded so easy and, with his positional advantage, it should have been.
But Heather was not to be denied, not after she had come this far. The
stronger girl surged off the bed. Ricky didn't even slow her down. She drove
the smaller, weaker male across the room and slammed him into her closet door
with teeth rattling force.

Sadly, Ricky had just begun to suffer. Heather was pissed. She recognized that
yesterday's incident was not entirely his fault and she took it easy on him.
But not this time. Her knee came up and took the little bastard in the balls,
flattening them like pancakes.

The boy bent over in wretched pain. Moving with deadly determination, the
panty clad blonde grabbed his head and introduced his nose to her hard knee.
Little Ricky wilted like a dead flower.

She spun just in time to level the gun at Eddy who just got to his feet. He
looked up, hand on his throbbing head, to see his gun between her bulging
breasts.

"Go ahead, try it." The blonde said, displaying the same iron will that had
intimidated so many other males. She didn't know how to use a gun but this
creep didn't have to know that. Just point and shoot, right? Just like on TV.

Eddy froze in fear. He knew if he even twitched, he'd be on an elevator ride
to hell. His cousin was right. This was one tough bitch. But she did have
great tits. Why was he thinking such thoughts at time like this?

"Move over there." She motioned over to where Ricky lay moaning.

"Help him up." The girl ordered.

The bigger man did so, suddenly ashamed of his nudity and that of his cousin.
This was just all wrong. Ricky couldn't stand without his help.

"Strip!" the blonde wonder woman commanded.

Both men still wore only their shirts. Still this seemed odd and not the
direction that Eddy wanted to go. But staring down a 9mm barrel convinced him
to do the right thing. He stripped naked and helped Ricky to do the same. Much
to his surprise, his cousin still sported an erection. Hopefully it would not
last more than 4 hours. Eddy looked down only to find that he had one too.

Heather smiled wickedly and said, "That's better."

Then the panty clad blonde walked over to the window, opened it and tossed the
gun out into the back yard. "OK, boys, now it's just you and me."

Eddy just shook his head in disbelief. This chick was loco, insane, crazy as a
loon. But he was more than willing to make this right again and do what he had
to do. Smart men might have just run off at that point, and Ricky certainly
had learned his lesson. Eddy had other ideas. He would nail her or die trying.

"You're crazy, know that." Eddy said walking up to the big busted blonde. Boy,
she had a great rack. His first order of business would be to get rid of that
bra.

"At least I don't have a hard-on. You must like getting your ass kicked by a
girl." She answered with total confidence.

He grabbed her arm roughly, too stupid to notice the size or firmness of her
biceps. "When I get done with y ... " the bigger man started to say.

Heather never got to hear about his evil plan. Her foot came up out of nowhere
and blasted him in the chin. It was a little something she learned in
cheerleading. Who ever said cheerleading was a stupid waste of time?

Eddy never saw it coming. It was not the kind of kick a man could do as her
leg came almost straight up. It threw him backwards, his arms flying open. The
panty clad blonde hit him in his naked stomach. His body crumpled. Eddy was a
couple inches taller and much stockier than his female foe. But he could not
begin to resist her brutal power. A forearm smash dropped him like a sack of
potatoes.

Next came poor Ricky. Scared witless and still hurting from her savage assault
moments ago, the Latin kid had to do something to help. He came at bodacious
blonde amazon from the side while she was still busy crushing his hapless
cousin. Summoning the last of his courage, he thru a punch at the beautiful
goddess.

And the girl caught in mid air. Ricky had seen such moves in stupid Chinese
karate movies but never in real life. He looked up into those dominating blue
eyes and almost pissed himself.

First the girl began to crush his knuckles. Poor Ricky couldn't move his hand.
He realized belatedly just how good a fighter this white girl had become over
the last 24 hours. She had been a rookie when she first kicked his ass. Now
this big chested bitch was tougher than a marine corp drill sergeant. Wailing
in pain, Ricky was about to learn just how tough.

Heather reached down between his legs and grabbed him. Not specifically by his
male parts, but they were part of her hold. Demonstrating that awesome girl
power, she lifted the little brown boy almost over her head and tossed him
across the room.

He landed head first on her bed, some 10 feet away. Poor Ricky then bounced
off and careened into her dresser. A comforting darkness over took him at that
point. He couldn't feel the pain anymore.

Eddy again tried to but was too late. Heather pushed him down. Then she
stepped between his legs and pinned his neck to the ground with her foot. This
Mexican-American was over in much less time than it took to fight the first
one.

"You be good and I won't hurt you. Tell anybody about tonight and you're dead.
Got that?" she said, mocking the naked male squirming underneath her foot.

"I be good." Eddy promised as he looked up her sweet leg to those big boobs.
He knew now that he would never see them.

"You come back here again and I'll kill you. Got that?"

"Si, seņorita." He replied, slipping into Spanish. Big Eddy was shaking with
fear.

The girl knew what she had to do at this point to cement her victory and
completely crush these men. She didn't want to do it but sacrifices had to be
made. The busty bitch straddled his shoulders and placed his head between
those long legs.

"Eat me!" Heather commanded.