The Party, part 2
By Madcat
A couple of college men get a free lesson in female domination.


Dick woke up that morning with his arms around his beautiful amazon warrior.
She had used him for just about every form of sexual gratification that he
could imagine and a few he could not. It easily ranked as the best night of
his young life. The man squeezed her naked, powerful body and amazingly began
to feel himself stiffening in response.

His squeeze awoke the sleeping girl. She smiled at him dreamily before
glancing at the alarm clock.

"Oh my god, its 10 o'clock." Debbie said jumping out of bed. "You have to go.
I have work to do.

The boy lay in bed and watched her dress. In the daylight he could see just
how strong this she really was. Cords of muscle rippled under a layer of
girlish fat. Her extra weight gave her body a voluptuous appeal. Debbie
interrupted his reverie by yanking the blankets off the bed.

"Lets go boy." She commanded.

He got up reluctantly and stood naked in front of her. Debbie reached over and
pulled him tight.

"Thanks for the wonderful night. We will have to do this again some time." She
said before kissing him roughly. "Now go."

"Ah, I don't have any clothes to wear." He replied, hoping to get to stay
longer.

A devilish grin crossed the girls face. She walked over to her panty drawer
and pulled out a pair for her male companion. "Wear these." She commanded.

Dick hastily donned the girl's underwear. The elastic waist band help
compensate for girl's additional size. He looked stupid in the green panties
but they would do the trick. The boy waited for additional clothing that never
came.

"Now go." Debbie prodded trying to suppress her laughter.

"I can't go out there like this." He complained. Her cruel sense of humor
served as a reminder of the previous night's humiliation.

"You want to bet." She said as she walked over and swung the door wide open.

The panty clad boy knew now that he had no choice. Getting downstairs to his
room would without being seen would be impossible. He leaned out the door and
looked both ways. A couple of girls chatted in the hall way a few doors down.
Dick took off in the other direction, suddenly very glad to be away from
Debbie's clutches.

He ran like the wind, trying to run so fast that no one would notice his
bizarre attire. It almost worked. The skinny boy got within a few yards of his
room before turning the last corner and running straight into Jill. He tried
to stop but he had too much momentum. Jill, for her part, never saw him
coming. Dick bowled right over her and went face down into the carpet.

The usually lady like girl spun around cursing like a sailor until she saw
Dick and his panties. "What the heck?" she mumbled.

Jill was the last person Dick wanted to run into. He had the biggest crush on
the strawberry blond despite the fact that she loyally dated his next door
neighbor. Dick considered her a friend and spent as much time with her as
possible. Now he looked into her beautiful blue eyes and panicked. The
humiliated man jumped up and ran the extra couple yards to his room.

The scene that greeted him was another reminder of last night's horrible
events. His roommate lay bound and naked on his bed. A pair of black panties
covered his head. The other girls were nowhere to be seen.

"Derek, are you OK?" he asked.

"Yeah," he wheezed. "Untie me."

Before Dick could start, the door behind him swung open. He had forgotten to
lock it.

"Dick, are you OK?" Jill stood in the doorway. Her mouth fell open when she
saw Derek lying spread eagle on the bed. The medium sized girl involuntarily
walked over and put her hand on his thigh. His body was covered with the tell
tale residue of female sexual gratification.

"Derek? What happen here?" she asked as she started to untie the boy.

"You don't want to know." He replied.

"Girls did this to you, didn't they?" Jill pointed out the obvious.

Derek nodded, suddenly aware of his own nudity. Jill reached over to untie the
knot on his far hand causing her ample bosom to press against his face. Little
Derek began to rise again. His female rescuer struggled with the last knot,
inadvertently mashing her breast into his cheek and prolonging his torture.

Finally, she got the knot and had his arms untied. She took a step back and
naturally gazed at Derek's athletic body. His manhood appeared bigger and
straighter than it did just a few moment ago. The girl fought back the urge to
touch it.

"You have to call the police and report this." She stammered, unable to tear
her eyes from the nude male.

"No way," came the voice behind her. Dick walked up and put his hand on her
shoulder. He now wore sweats and a tee shirt. "Please keep quiet about this.
We don't even know the two girls who did this to us and we would like to keep
it that way."

Jill forced her eyes away from Derek's growing manhood. Her own wanton lust
shocked her a little. Its not like she didn't get any last night. Still this
bizarre situation intrigued the pretty coed. She looked at her friend, Dick.

"OK, but can you guys do me a favor? I have to write a paper on deviant sexual
behavior and I'd like to use this incident as a starting point. Could you guys
come over tonight and tell me what happened. I'll make sure you stay
anonymous."

This time Derek answered. "No way."

Jill spun around hoping to get another glimpse of his thick manhood. Derek had
removed the panties from his head and bent over to work on untying his feet.
He hoped to hide his embarrassing erection from the curious young lady but she
outsmarted him. Pretending to help him untie his feet, she moved to the foot
of the bed and spied it fully erect and awkwardly pressed against his stomach.
Jill smiled mischievously at her handiwork. Derek blushed a deep red.

"We'll be there after dinner but you have to promise to tell no one." Dick
replied. He could not resist any chance to hang with this lovely gal.

The two boys showed up at Jill's dorm later that night and she promptly led
them down stairs to a study room. The girl closed and locked the door behind
them. A long table dominated the middle of the room. Much to the boy's
surprise, another male sat there quietly.

"Guys, this is my Prof, Mark. Well, he is just a grad student but he teaches
my class. He wanted to take part in this interview." Jill announced.

Mark got up and greeted the boys with false warmth. Dick immediately felt
jealous and resentful of the squirrelly little man. He obviously had a special
relationship with Jill.

Dick and Derek sat across from the two psychology students. Both the
interviewers wore business suits to lend a professional air to the
proceedings. Jill invited the boys to start at the beginning and they did.
Dick did most of the talking and gave them the straight scoop with all the
humiliating details.

Jill stopped him half way thru the first fight. "So this Debbie was able to
take on both you guys at the same time?" she asked incredulously.

The boys could only nod at this blatant statement of male inferiority.

"And she fought you guys topless, wearing just a pair of panties?" She
continued, astounded. The truth was more bizarre than she imagined.

"Yes," Dick replied. "It never seemed to bother her."

"You guys must have been holding back. There is no way a woman could take two
grown men." Mark chimed in for the first time.

"That's what I thought too," said Derek, "but I was wrong."

"Well, if this girl was as big and strong as they say, its possible," claimed
Jill. Mark's defensive attitude annoyed her. Before today she had nothing but
respect for this man. That's why Jill called him about this interview. Mark
had gotten difficult with her on the phone and insisted on taking part. Now he
asked leading questions, which could spoil the atmosphere of trust that she
needed to maintain.

Dick continued the sordid tale. Jill stopped them at the first spanking. "Why
didn't you call out for help? I was right next door." She asked nicely.

Both boys hesitated for the first time. Finally, Derek spoke up, "I don't
know. I guess it never occurred to me."

Jill detected that they were hiding something and made a note to come back to
this topic from a new angle. Mark just rolled his eyes for the upteenth time.

Dick resumed talking and started to struggle as he related his defeat at hands
of the smaller blond. Being bested by the larger and stronger Debbie was one
thing, but being overpowered by pretty little Brittany devastated the once
proud male.

His female friend started to offer some consolation when Mark rudely
interrupted.

"This is total BS. First you say a big girl whipped you. Now it's a smaller
girl. Jill, these two perverts are simply suffering from delusional masochist
fantasies. I suggest you waste no further time on this. And don't turn it in
as a research paper. You'll get an F." He ranted.

Now Derek got mad. "I wish I could introduce you to Brittany." He said to the
Prof. "She could change your mind in a hurry."

"Are you implying that this Brittany could take me? No woman could defeat me
or any normal man in a fair fight." The Prof retorted.

That's when the idea hit Derek. Brittany had disappeared into the dust bin of
history. But Jill was here and she was every luscious inch a woman.

"Let's test your theory, shall we. Why don't you wrestle Jill and see if you
are man enough to take her." Derek challenged.

"No way," the girl interjected. "That's impossible."

"See, Jill knows women are physically inferior to men and just not
biologically capable of real fighting." Mark sounded off.

Jill's anger rose to the boiling point with this personal shot. She knew these
guys were telling the painful truth. She had seen the irrefutable evidence of
their sexual submission. For some unknown reason her normally logical and
compassionate Professor refused to listen to the facts. Jill stood up and gave
him both barrels.

"Let's go big boy. You just bought yourself a can of whup ass." She said
getting up out of her chair. "Help me move the table boys."

"Jill, I'm your professor. We can't do this." He protested as the boys pushed
the table to the far edge of the room.

Derek thought he heard a touch of fear in the Professor's voice. "Your not
afraid of pretty little Jill, are you?" he mocked the older man.

"No, of course not. But we can't wrestle in these clothes." Mark said with
increased desperation.

"Why don't you guys just wrestle in your underwear. We're all adults here.
Plus, it will make this experiment more in line with our experience." Derek
chimed in.

"Its all right with me." Jill stated as she began to undress. All three men
stopped in their tracks and watched the ravishing woman disrobe. She started
with her blouse and worked her way down. Her movements became slower as the
girl became aware of the male attention. She decided to tease them a little as
she slipped slowly out of her skirt.

For Dick, Jill's striptease made all of his earlier sacrifice worthwhile. She
stood before the boys wearing matching white panties and bra with black trim.
The colors highlighted her perfect tanned skin. Jill's breasts, while not as
big as Brittany's, were full, firm and high. They created just the right
amount of cleavage to attract attention. Her bust gave way to a flat, hard
stomach. Jill's low cut panties barely covered her well built rear or her
other treasures. Instead of wilting under the boy's fierce gaze, she radiated
a supple beauty and power.

Her brazen action had forced the issue for her wavering professor. He had no
choice but to follow her lead and quietly stripped down to his boxers for his
date with destiny.

One look at the professor and Derek knew who would win this match. The man was
a couple inches taller and a few pounds heavier than his female adversary. But
anemic muscles and white skin told of a man adverse to physical exertion. Mark
moved with none of the fluid grace that marked his opponent. Even worse, he
seemed hesitant and afraid.

Derek all of sudden had an epiphany of sorts. Mark had some distant experience
with female domination and had come to this interview in state of denial. His
sole purpose was to debunk the boy's claims and maintain his illusion of male
superiority. Derek had manipulated events so that the unfortunate professor
had to face his worst fears.

Jill advanced confidently on her male foe even though she had no wrestling
experience. As a girl she had nothing to lose and everything to gain in this
battle of the sexes. And she wanted nothing more than to rub her snotty
professor's face in a female victory.

The girl's bravado unnerved the rattled professor as he dropped into a karate
stance. His mind flashed back to that night many years ago when he snuck over
to spy on the neighbor girl's slumber party. How one of the girls had caught
him outside peeking in a window. He fought back against her but she was too
big and too strong. She forced him inside and made him wrestle the other two
girls. He lost badly to both as they forced him to submit over and over again.
Finally, the girls talked him into a fixed game of spin the bottle. The
bigger, stronger females quickly had him completely naked ...

... and now he had no idea what to do as Jill charged in and tackled him to
the ground. Mark landed face down with the girl on top. He panicked and tried
to get to his feet too quickly. The man made to his knees before Jill took
control. She seemed to have an intuitive knowledge of tactics despite her lack
of experience. The girl drove him back into the ground and flipped him over at
the same time. Unbeknownst to the hapless male, his boxers had become
dislodged and now hung precariously off his butt.

Pity and guilt filled Derek as he watched beautiful girl utterly dominate her
professor. Judging from his near perfect karate stance, Derek guessed that
Mark must have trained for years just for this moment. The man wanted nothing
more than to avenge his earlier humiliation and reestablish his manhood. But
at the worst possible moment, his courage and training deserted him. Now, this
young girl, who once respected and admired him, was giving him another lesson
in female superiority.

The change in Jill had been dramatic as the battle progressed. Her attitude
changed from sweet compassion to a determined ferocity. Even her body seemed
to morph as sensual little muscles popped out of her arms and legs.

Mark surprised everyone when he threw the upstart girl off his chest. Jill
failed to lock her legs down and her opponent rolled out from underneath her.
He scrambled to his feet but Mark could not match the nimble girl's speed. She
was almost upon him. At that precise moment his boxers fell to the floor,
leaving him naked in front of the girl's oncoming wrath. He foolishly tried to
grab his fallen fig leaf but there was no time. Jill got him in a bear hug and
lifted him bodily off the ground.

She felt great carrying her male opponent around the room. His arms were
trapped and he could do nothing to oppose her. Adrenaline surged thru Jill's
veins and gave her unbelievable strength. But she also realized that the bear
hug would not defeat her opponent. So the beautiful girl slammed him to the
ground with a sickening crunch. Her opponent lay on his back, unmoving.

The compassionate Jill returned and she knelt beside her fallen foe. "Are you
OK?" she asked sheepishly. For the first time she noticed his nudity.

Mark shook the cobwebs out of his head and looked over at the beautiful blond.
For some reason the sight of her near perfect C cup breasts brought back all
the pain and humiliation of this one sided fight. He had lived with the shame
of his last defeat for 20 years. Mark could not let history repeat itself. He
channeled his rage and desperation thru his body and launched himself at the
unsuspecting girl.

The speed and strength of the attack caught Jill off guard. Mark forced her
onto her back and mounted the girl in almost a sexual position. He grabbed her
arms and pinned them over her head. He smiled down at the captive girl. The
little man had dreamed of this moment for 20 years.

"I got you now, b####." The professor screamed. His body shook with excitement
as he contemplated all the things he could do to the defeated woman. The
feeling of his manhood pressing against her panties intoxicated the male
fighter.

Dick read the savagery in Mark's voice and moved to intervene. He could not
let another man harm his beloved Jill. But Derek jumped up and grabbed his
shirt.

"This ain't our fight lover boy." He said. "Besides, I get the feeling it
ain't over." But Derek wanted it to be over. He felt nothing but pity for the
professor and really wanted to see a male victory. It would go along to
proving that last night was some kind of fluke.

But Jill had other ideas. The shock of being pinned had given way to raw
anger. She only now started to fight back. Using her powerful little arms she
rocked her male opponent from side to side. Jill used this tactic to wrench
her hands free. Then she grabbed his arms and pushed him back.

Mark fought back with increasing desperation as it became clear that he could
not contain this hellion. The female managed to achieve a degree of separation
between the two combatants. This allowed her to get a leg between her and her
foe. His dreams of male domination came to an end as Jill used her powerful
leg muscles to pitch him across the room.

Just as before Mark took too long getting to his feet. Jill hit him with a
headlong charge as he turned around. She drove the professor back into the
wall and pinned his arms above his head. He resisted furiously but could not
escape his opponent's superior strength. Her arms bulged prominently as she
contained his faltering escape attempts.

"Submit." She ordered quietly but firmly.

"Screw you, you crazy bitch. I came over here for a research project and you
attacked me. You are getting an F in my class. I may even report you to campus
police." He responded frantically, still struggling against her iron grip.

"Yeah, right." The girl said as she placed her knee threateningly against his
genitals. "Would you like to reconsider that?"

"Arrrgh," he screamed more in fear than pain. "OK, you win, I submit."

"You aren't going to give me an F are you? I'd hate to have to stop buy your
office for a chat about my grades." She said while keeping her knee firmly
pressed against his groin. Jill could feel his stiffening manhood. Based on
the tales she had heard this night, Jill both expected and welcomed this
development. Anything else would have been an insult to her femininity.

"No, of course not. Please let me go." The professor said, hanging his head in
shame. In many ways this defeat was much worse than the last. As a teenager,
the bookish boy had no chance against the larger, older girls. This time he
had the size advantage and still lost. He had martial arts training and still
lost. He fought a much younger opponent and still lost.

"So Professor, based on your experience here today, do you still feel that
women are just not biologically capable of real fighting?" Jill teased the
defeated man with his own words.

"No. But I knew this already. When I was younger I got into a fight with some
neighbor girls and they roughed me up pretty bad. I have been living in fear
and denial since then." He admitted, choking back the tears of shame and
humiliation.

Jill released the professor's arms. But she wasn't done with this little
experiment yet. "Kiss my feet," the girl commanded. Much to her delight, the
defeated male complied instantly. A sense of joy and power filled her at the
sight of the humbled man performing this act of worship.

Both Derek and Dick stood in shocked silence as they watched the once sweet
girl punish her whimpering foe. The change in Jill had been complete.
Physically, she seemed to gain 10 lbs of pure muscle during the battle and now
looked dangerously strong. Mentally, her desire to humiliate her opponent
scared the male on lookers. Derek wondered if he had unleashed a force that he
should not have messed with.

The victorious female quickly bored of Mark's worship. She had one last trick
up her sleeve to teach her professor a real lesson in girl power. Jill
abruptly broke away from the prostrate man and grabbed his suit, which had
been neatly folded on a chair. She then walked over, opened the door and threw
his clothes into the hallway.

"Get out." Jill commanded.

Mark walked over to pick up his boxers from the floor. Jill stepped on them
just as bent down. "I'll keep these." She said as she gabbed his arm and woman
handled him out the door. I one last display of female strength Jill tossed
the naked man bodily from the room.

"Goodnight professor, see you in class," she mocked as she closed the door
behind him.

Mark struggled in plain view of a couple of laughing girls to get his pants
on. A stuck zipper and an enlarged male appendage defeated his best efforts to
cover himself. Just as his female audience found the courage to move in for a
closer look, he felt a tug at his arm.

"This way, professor," came a voice from one of his old students. A girl led
him into the privacy and safety of her room.

"A girl's dorm is no place for a man to hang out naked." She admonished as she
helped him with his zipper. The girl's hand brushed his embarrassingly hard
manhood. "Someone could call the police or worse."

Little did Mark know, his night of female domination had just begun.

Meanwhile, back in the study room, Jill approached the other two boys who
stood like statues in front of the victorious girl. She did double biceps pose
just for her male audience. The boys watched this female victory celebration
with a combination of awe and apprehension. Jill's panties had slipped down in
front displaying a generous portion of soft brown hair. The outline of her
mound showed thru the overstretched fabric. Her breasts seemed to swell with
power as she flexed her amazing muscles. They appeared as though they could
burst her brassiere at any second. The fact that the usually proper young lady
did nothing to cover this shameful display was not lost on the boys.

"That worked out well." Jill commented. "How did you know I could take him?"

"I had confidence in you," Derek lied in a breathless voice. He had quietly
rooted for the male to win. Derek tried to look her in the eye but his gaze
settled on that wonderful patch of hair protruding from the front of her
panties.

Jill studied the two men for a second and could feel the sexual tension in the
air. Both appeared to be in a high state of arousal. She could also read some
fear in their expression. Jill decided to delve into this a little further for
purely scientific reasons.

"Now guys, its time for you to participate in this experiment. Take off your
clothes." She ordered with her hands on her hips. Again, her new power
impressed the young woman as both boys immediately complied with the command.
Jill's hunch had been correct. Both young men sported full erections. Without
thinking she reached out and took Dick in one had and Derek in the other. The
girl gently squeezed to somehow verify their hardness. Her display of female
power had excited all the men present.

Derek had briefly considered refusing the girl's command. One glance at his
friend changed his mind. Dick had begun to undress immediately and Derek knew
he could not count on his friend in any confrontation with Jill. Derek no
longer had the balls to challenge this girl on his own. Not after what he had
just witnessed. Now the once proud male stood totally naked and under Jill's
control. He cursed himself silently for encouraging Jill's transformation.

"Guys, I'd like to wrestle both of you. Beating little Mark was one thing but
I'd like to try luck against some real men. What do you say?" she asked
nicely.

The boys couldn't say anything as Jill's thumbs tweaked their most sensitive
spots. Both males rapidly approached the point of no return but Jill didn't
seem to care. She really enjoyed the sense of power this gave her and making
them climax seemed like just another challenge.

"I'll take that as a 'Yes'," Jill said as she pumped the boys across the
finish line.

She grabbed both men's underwear and bade them to clean themselves up. The men
obeyed her quickly. Even Dick wanted to be free of this tell tale evidence of
his sexual submission.

Jill surveyed both men and picked big Dick as her first victim. She knew he
liked her more than he should, but ever since this morning she felt a certain
attraction for his well-built roommate. Jill wanted to save the best for last.
Plus, she knew Dick to be a little on the wimpy side and should prove to be an
easier victory. The girl led naked man into the middle of the room.

Dick looked down on the smaller female and tried to recover his thought
process. He knew that Jill would be a tough opponent despite his height
advantage and tried to come up with a plan of attack.

The girl took the time to straighten out her panties and study her opponent.
His height began to intimidate the shorter girl. He made her feel like a
little girl.

"Ready?" she asked her old friend. He nodded and Jill immediately went after
his left leg.

Dick danced out of the way clumsy attack and used his long arms to keep her at
a distance. After a couple more missed attempts, Jill began to get frustrated.
Dick definitely moved faster and more agilely than her previous opponent.
Without really thinking Jill stepped up and grabbed his arms. The two locked
up and engaged in a pure test of strength.

At first Jill thought she had made a terrible mistake. Sure, she had proved to
be much more powerful than the scrawny professor. But Dick looked stronger and
his height gave him a definite leverage advantage. Much to her surprise Jill
found she could push the taller man around with ease. He fought with none of
Mark's determination. The lady grappler stuck one foot behind her opponent and
tripped him up.

He fell on his backside and looked up at his friend with a look of surprise.
She responded by kicking him gently in the ribs.

"You have to do better than that, big guy." She laughed at her fallen foe. Her
teasing hit Dick like a slap across the face.

He proceeded to grab her foot and trip her up. This time Jill fell on her
pretty little posterior. Both opponents hurried to get up as their struggle
increased in intensity. The two met again on their knees and again locked
their arms in another test of strength. Female strength won out for the second
time as Jill drove her opponent backwards.

The girl wasted no time in pinning the weaker male. She straddled the boy's
shoulders and looked at his face trapped between her powerful little legs.
Jill couldn't resist rubbing her mound teasingly on her friend's face.

"Give up?" she queried poor old Dick, who for the second time in as many days
found himself overpowered by a smaller girl.

"Yeth," came his muffled response. He had always dreamed of being in this
position but now it seemed all wrong. Dick felt no attraction to this new
manifestation of his dream girl as she mocked both his weakness and his
adoration.

Derek moved in and lifted Jill off his friend. He didn't want to see his buddy
humiliated like his predecessor. Derek looked down at his friend and saw the
pain and disappointment written all over his face. Dick crawled away to hide
his shame.

Jill, for her part, had no inclination that her behavior had bordered on the
cruel and unusual. She spun around to face Derek half thinking that he
intended to double team her. As it became clear that Derek possessed no such
vile intentions, Jill began to scope his delicious body. Her lust from this
morning came roaring back. She decided then and there to take him sexually
anyway possible.

His manhood began to swell as Derek read Jill's intentions. He understood that
a lot more than just winning or losing rode on the outcome of this match. The
fact that his body responded so predictably to her physical beauty just
angered him all the more. Derek decided to attack before his arousal got out
of control. Jill smiled knowingly back at him as he advanced.

The girl, buoyed by two relatively easy wins over male opponents, met him hand
to hand in the middle of the room. This time things did not go her way as
Derek overpowered her and threw her to the ground. She landed with a thud and
a look of surprise on her face. For the first time Jill faced a well built
athletic male and had underestimated his power.

Derek approached the fallen girl with renewed confidence in his male strength.
A part of him expected, perhaps even wanted, Jill to overpower him. Now he
closed in for the kill.

But the cunning little lady was ready for him. Using her instinctive wrestling
knowledge, she waited for him to bend over her prone body. Then she whipped
her legs up and planted both feet on his well-muscled chest. Before he knew
what happened, the girl catapulted him thru the air. Derek landed hard on his
back and felt the air leave his lungs.

He tried valiantly to stand knowing that she could pin him easily if he stayed
on the ground. Jill caught him half way up, hooked his arm and hip tossed him.
He hit the ground hard and again attempted to stand. She repeated her hip toss
of the hapless male and this time he did not get back up.

Jill walked over and planted her foot in the middle of his chest. "Submit?"
she queried her third male opponent.

All he could do was nod in response as he struggled to catch his breath. Jill
struck another double biceps pose as she celebrated her win. This time she had
faced a strong and determined male. But in the end it didn't really matter as
he succumbed quickly to her superior skills.

The victorious girl removed her underwear and prepared to claim her prize. The
beating that she had inflicted on Derek had deflated his swollen tool. So she
changed tactics and mounted his shoulders. Jill lifted his head up and rubbed
it lightly against her glistening mound.

"Does Derek want to eat my pussy?" she asked coyly.

"Yes, please." He answered without thinking. Derek could no longer deny his
attraction to this dominant female. Jill's power and strength made her simply
irresistible. He dove into action with a skill honed by the previous night's
baptism under fire.

Dick watched the events with dismay and hostility. He felt somehow betrayed by
both participants. So he donned his clothes and exited the room unnoticed.

Jill quickly succumbed to a rising tide of pleasure. The sheer intensity of
which surprised her. Caught in the throes of ecstasy, she slid back and
impaled herself on Derek wonder shaft. His hands wondered up to her perfect,
round breasts and the two continued this embrace for almost an hour.

Derek left the study session beaten, battered but very, very satisfied. He
knew that weekend had changed his life and the way he viewed women. For a
second Derek thought he heard the tell tale cries of a man being spanked in
the room across the hall but he chalked it up to an over active imagination.
All he could think of was Jill's beautiful tanned body as he walked plodded
slowly home.