Melissa the Schoolyard Bully Part 12 
by Madman
The Date
 
 
Some of my girlfriends have told me that dating a guy can be fun and that
I could enjoy their company rather than just beating them up and bullying
them.  They told me that some of the boys were very nice and that I
should try being nice to one of them.  My friend Cindy, the head
cheerleader, told me that a good date would pay for everything and treat
me with respect.  I told her that I would try it if she could hook me up
with a suitable boy.
 
Cindy agreed to do so and she introduced me to Ron at lunch.  Ron is a
handsome boy, about 5'10" and 175 pounds.  He has short dark hair and
really pretty blue eyes.  He had a nice athletic build and played wide
receiver on the football team.  We talked for a while and I followed
Cindy's advice concerning the conversation.  I asked questions about his
interests and complimented him a lot.  I felt kind of stupid pandering to
him, but Ron seemed to like it.  After a few minutes, he invited me out
to dinner Friday night.  Maybe Cindy was right.  He seemed like a decent
guy and at least I would get a free dinner out of it.
 
I dressed kind of sexy in a feminine way for our date as Cindy advised. 
I wore a brightly patterned peasant type blouse with a short beige skirt
and some high heeled strappy sandals.  Cindy helped me curl my hair and
put a bow in the back.  She told me that I looked pretty and that this
softer look brought out my facial features.  I felt good about my
appearance and was actually eager for Ron to arrive for our date.
 
Right on time, at 7:00, Ron arrived at my door looking good in a navy
turtleneck sweater and corderoy pants.  He actually opened the car door
for me, I don't think a boy has ever done that for me before.  He played
a Michelle Brand cd as we drove, as he remembered that she was one of my
favorites.  When we got to the restaurant, he quickly got out of the car
and opened my door.  I was starting to feel like a princess and,
surprisingly, it felt good.
 
We had a nice liesurely meal, it was a good restaurant- most of the meals
were about twenty dollars.  Ron really seemed interested in me and asked
a lot of questions about my opinions and actually listened to my
answers.  Dinner was over before 9:00, so we had a couple of mocha lattes
at the coffee shop.  At about 10:00 he invited me over to his house to
listen to music.  Being that I was comfortable with Ron, I agreed..
 
When we got to Ron's house we were alone, his parents were not home.  Ron
put on a jazz album and sat next to me on the sofa.  He put his arm
around me as we talked and listened to the music and it felt pretty good
to be close to a decent guy.  After a few minutes, I felt his arm go
further behind my neck and he brought his hand in front of me and started
fondling my breast.  Then he reached in front of me with his other hand
to fondle my other breast.  I brushed his hands away and told him that I
didn't want to make out.  After all, we had just met.  Not two minutes
later, he began running his fingers up my thigh and under my short
skirt.  Again I pulled his hand away, more firmly this time, and said
"Please stop.  Don't ruin a nice evening."
 
"What's the matter?" said Ron.  "I took care of you and now it's time for
you to take care of me."  Again, he groped my breast.
 
"I'll take care of you, asshole, but I'll do it my way," I responded
angrily.  I grabbed his offending arm with both of mine and bent his
wrist back. 
 
Ron yelped in pain and surprise and asked "What the hell are you doing?"
 
"I told you. I'm taking care of you my way," I responded as I forced his
wrist further back..  Then I twisted his whole arm which forced him off
the sofa down to the carpet.  Without releasing my hold, I knelt down by
his head and leaned over him to use my weight to add to the pressure of
my wristlock.  Ron is a pretty strong guy and could have been a little
challenging in a fair fight.  But, I had taken him by surprise and gained
the advantage.  In no way, was I going to relinquish it.  "Maybe this
will teach you to keep your hands to yourself" I added while savoring his
expression of pain and fear.
 
I released my hold and stood up while he laid on the carpet rubbing his
sore wrist.  Digging the heel of my sandal into his balls, I asked if he
wanted me to play with his dick.
 
"Please.  Not like this, it hurts!" he cried out.
 
I kept him in agony with this position for a while until I decided what I
wanted to do next.  "I think it's rather fun, but we can do something
else" I told him and dropped down hard on his chest.  I pinned his arms
under my legs and employed a technique that I call "slunching."  This is
a combination of a slap and a punch.  I struck the side of his jaw with
the heel of my open hand.  Alternating hard left and right hand blows
caused his head to rock back and forth.  He was getting dizzy from my
fast flurry of hard blows to his unprotected chin.
 
"I want you to keep your damn head still," I told him as I moved up his
body and held his head firmly between my strong thighs.  I tried to pull
his head up but my short tight skirt got in the way.
 
"Just lay there and wait" I ordered as I stood up and removed my blouse
and skirt.  I didn't have to tell him that as he was too groggy to do
anything but I enjoyed barking my orders at him.  I sat back on his chest
and started massaging my breasts.  "Are these what you want? I taunted. 
I reached back and unclasped my bra exposing my firm breasts.  I could
sense Ron's excitement about this even though I was beating the crap out
of him.  I reached back with my legs and captured both of his in a double
grapevine.  I wrapped both my arms around his head, jamming his face into
my breasts.  Besides punishing him with my grapevine and headlock, I was
also smothering him with my beautiful C cup breasts.  Ron's arms flailed
uselessly, there was no way for him to resist or even speak.  My breasts,
which he had tried to grope earlier, were helping me totally dominate him
and I loved it.
 
He was on the verge of passing out but I wanted to continue tormenting
and punishing him.  I let his head go so that he could suck in a few
disparate deep breathes.  Then I sat on his face again and pulled him
toward my crotch between my thighs.  Without the skirt, it was easy to
force him up all the way.  Rolling to the side and locking my ankles. I
captured him in a tight head scissors.  The leverage from trapping his
head in so deeply combined with my strong muscular legs, mad it easy to
control and hurt him by applying only partial pressure.  One of his arms
was trapped under my bottom thigh and he pushed in vain against my leg
with his other hand
 
"Please stop" Ron begged.  "This really hurts."
 
:"Why should I?  You didn't stop when I asked you to so this is my
payback.  I'll stop when I feel like it and until then you're just going
to have to take it."
 
I laughed at his feeble struggles and increased the pressure on his
head.  Ron's face was turning beet red and he looked like he was going to
pass out.  Not wanting my fun to end, I eased up a little on the pressure
but kept him in my hold.  Every few seconds, I gave him a quick hard
thrust of power.  This enabled me to continue to hurt him without
knocking him out.  I kept torturing him like this for several minutes
until I got bored with it.
 
Finally, I released my scissors and pushed him on his back,  I stood
straddling his head while slowly removing my thong panties.  "Is this
what you want?" I teased.  "Then you shall have it my way."  I sat down
hard on his face and roughly pulled his head up into my crotch.  My
thighs, tight against his head, held him in place.  "Use your tongue and
get me off" I ordered "or I'll crush your stupid head."
 
Ron's tongue entered me and it felt great.  I'm not sure which felt
better, his tongue or my feeling of total dominance and control.  I
rocked back and forth to increase my pleasure.  Sometimes, I rocked
forward so far that I trapped his nose in my pussy.  This also felt good
and it made it hard for him to breathe.  My gyrations, at time, painfully
twisted his nose, but I didn't care, my pleasure was all that mattered. 
Massaging my own breasts while he was eating me out also increased my
pleasure.  My feelings of pleasure were now coming in waves with each one
being more intense than the previous ones.  After about fifteen minutes,
I felt an incredible sensation from my vagina that literally spread
throughout my body.  I was having my first ever orgasm with a boy.  My
thighs contracted so tightly around Ron's head that I thought I would
crush his skull.  I didn't care, my pleasure was much too great to worry
about him.
 
Finally my sensations gradually decreased and I raised myself up and
looked at Ron's almost unconscious face.  I sat back down on his chest
for a couple of minutes so that I could recover from the experience. 
Then I stood up and started putting my clothes back on.  Ron sat up and
was groggily rubbing his head in apparent disbelief in what had occurred.
 
I told him "If I had more time, maybe, I'd get you off too, but it's
getting late and I'm going to walk home."  Of course this wasn't true,
there was no way that I would get him off after the way he had tried to
grope me.  I just wanted to give him a final tease.  Dominating boys and
using them for sex were both fun and now I knew how to combine the two. 
Ron was still too shocked to speak as I patted the top of his head like a
dog and sauntered out the door.