Jennifer's Test 
by M.C. 
Our new sorority sister has a unique method to test who is the toughest guy on the football team.

We all could tell that there was something different about Jennifer Warren,
the newest girl in our sorority. But by different, I mean in a good way. I
don't know exactly how to describe it, but she was definitely not like the
rest of us. She's friendly to everyone, extremely intelligent (but not in a
snobbish way), always willing to lend a hand, has a beautiful smile and a
wonderful giggle - which she does quite often. But underneath all of that, we
could all feel that there was something unusual about her; and just how
unusual we were soon about to find out.

It all began early one lazy Saturday afternoon when we girls were sitting
around the living room of our sorority house and talking about how we were
getting fed up with the arrogant, conceited, obnoxious guys on the football
team that lived in the athletic fraternity house across the street -
especially Greg and Richard. They would almost always make rude remarks
whenever they saw one of us and it was getting quite unbearable.

But unfortunately for us, Greg and Richard were also the largest and strongest
guys on the football team. So for that reason, nobody wanted to confront them
about their behavior. Throughout most of our discussion, Jennifer remained
silent. But she was clearly taking it all in because, after awhile, she asked
us, "if these boys are as bad as you all say they are, then why doesn't
somebody do something about it?"

"Because they are the roughest, toughest guys on campus, Jennifer,"I replied.
"Look, I know you're a new transfer student here, but you should know that at
this university, football players are treated like royalty; and Greg and
Richard are the stars of the team. So nobody - not even their coaches nor the
college administrators - wants to confront them."

Jennifer was quiet for a moment or two and then calmly asked,"would you like
me to deal with them Clara?"

"You? How? Jennifer, as I just said, they're the roughest, toughest guys on
the football team. They're both well over six feet tall and must weigh at
least 250 pounds each. How can you, a girl who weighs what, 130 pounds, expect
to deal with these behemoths?"

Jennifer began to giggle (did I mention that she giggles a lot?). "First of
all Clara, I actually weigh 135 pounds, give or take a pound or two. And don't
forget, looks can sometimes be deceiving. But you didn't really answer my
question; and that is, would you like me to deal with these naughty boys?"

We all stared at Jennifer in amazement. "How?" I asked after a long pause.

"Well, it's like this. At the last college I attended, the female students
there also had a problem with the arrogant, conceited jocks who felt they
ruled the world. So I devised a series of tests to put them in their place.
And I'm proud to say that my system seemed to have worked out quite well - the
problem was solved. So tell me Clara, which one is tougher? Greg or Richard?"

"Gee Jennifer, I really don't know. They're both very large and incredibly
strong."

"Well then I think it's about time we found out. All I need is for one of you
girls to go across the street to their fraternity and invite them both to come
over here. And I can guarantee you a very, shall we say, *interesting*
afternoon (giggles)."

"I'll do it," Janet, one of our sorority sisters, said. "Do you want me to go
now? And what should I tell them?"

"Yes, you can go now Janet. And as to your second question: they're pompous,
self-important jocks who think the world of themselves. So just tell them that
the girls of our sorority are bored and want them to come over now for a
little 'fun and games'. And I promise you that if you say that, they'll come -
and you won't forget it."

"And what about Greg and Richard?" I asked.

The smirk on Jennifer's face when she heard my question was priceless. "Yes
Clara, especially for them. This will be an afternoon that neither one of them
will ever forget either; and I can guarantee that too."

After Janet left, Jennifer tied her long, blond hair into a ponytail, did a
few warm-up exercises (Jennifer used to be on the women's gymnastics team at
her former university), then said,"O.K. I'm ready."

A few minutes later - exactly as Jennifer had predicted - Janet returned with
Greg and Richard in tow. Jennifer smiled at them as they entered and politely
introduced herself. "Welcome boys. My name is Jennifer Warren. I'm a new
student here. I transferred because this university has one of the best law
schools in the country and I want to be a lawyer. But anyway, enough about me.
The girls were having a rather robust discussion about which one of you is
actually the toughest guy on the football team. They couldn't seem to decide
so I devised a series of tests so to determine who, in fact, is. So if you
boys would be so kind as to stand next to each other, we can begin this little
test of mine."

Feeling in a mood to humor her I guess, Greg and Richard did as Jennifer had
requested. She then walked over and stood before them. "The first of my tests
is to simply measure the strength of your abdominal muscles. It will be quick
and easy." And what Jennifer did next I will never forget until the day I die.

THUD! THUMP! In an surprising display of Jennifer's strength, this 135 pound
girl sent both her right and left fists smashing into Greg and Richard's guts
simultaneously. And such was the force of her punches, that it caused the two
strong football players to keel over."Hmmm,"Jennifer casually said,"not quite
as hard as I would have expected from two rough, tough guys like you."

While Greg and Richard were slowly recovering from Jennifer's amazingly
powerful punches to their abs, she stood between them, put her hands on her
hips and smiled at us. "Girls, I think I have to call this first test of mine
a draw - both of them were equally pathetic. And now for the second test; a
test of their strength."

As we waited in anticipation to see how Jennifer was going to test the
strength of the two strongest guys on the football team, she wrapped her right
arm around Greg's neck and her left around Richard's, and began to squeeze.
"O.K. boys, now try to break out of my headlocks."

We all stared in utter amazement at the scene that was unfolding before us.
Here was a five-foot six inch, 135 pound girl holding the two biggest,
strongest, toughest boys on our university's football team in headlocks - and
they seemed completely helpless to do anything about it! Although they were
clearly trying their hardest to break free, they just couldn't do it. Jennifer
was simply too strong for them!

In desperation, Richard punched her hard in the back with his fist (or at
least it seemed hard to us). But Jennifer - incredibly - just giggled."Now,
now Richard,"she calmly said,"that's cheating you know. I'm going to let you
off with just a warning this time. But if you punch me again, I'll have no
choice but to deduct a point from your score."

After about a minute, Greg and Richard ceased struggling against her; their
faces were very red. Jennifer released her grip on them and the two large,
muscular boys slumped to the floor, gasping for air. This amazing girl smiled
at us again and said,"well girls, I'd have to say that Greg won this contest -
he clearly came the closest to breaking free of my headlock. I'll give them a
minute to catch their breath and then we can begin our third test."

Jennifer untied her ponytail and fluffed up her pretty blond hair; then tied
it into a ponytail again. She then brought over a chair and placed it down
in-between the two still gasping boys. "Now for this next test of mine I'm
going to need your help girls."

"Sure Jen," Nancy, another sorority sister, said."What do you want us to do?"

"This will be a test of their inner toughness as well as their ability to
tolerate pain. What I'm going to do is spank both of them equally hard, and
you have to count how many spanks it takes before they start crying. Sobbing
and wimping doesn't count - it has to be a true, bona fide cry."

Jennifer sat down on the chair. "O.K. Greg, I think we'll start with you
first." She grabbed him firmly by the collar of his shirt and, seemingly
without effort, yanked the large, muscular football player across her knees.
She then pulled down the boxer shorts he was wearing, winked at us, and began
to give him a good, hard spanking.

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!

Judging by the sound of the spanks she was giving him which reverberated all
around the room, plus the way Greg was grimacing after each one, we could all
tell that Jennifer was spanking him very hard. SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! By
seven, Greg began to have tears in his eyes. SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! And by ten
he appeared just about ready to cry (I actually began to feel sorry for him at
this point). SPANK! SPANK! That did it - we all agreed that it was a bona fide
cry by now.

"Twelve spanks Greg; very good," Jennifer said. "That's more than the average
for the guys I've spanked. But don't feel too proud of yourself - the record
is fourteen...so far." Jennifer rose from the chair and Greg fell to the
floor. "O.K. Richard, it's your turn now." She moved the chair a little bit to
the left, sat down, grabbed Richard by the shirt and yanked him across her
knees. Then she pulled down his pants and began spanking." SPANK! SPANK!
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! That was it; Richard was crying now - and
we all agreed that it was a legitimate cry.

"Only seven spanks Richard?" Jennifer exclaimed with mock astonishment. "What
a pathetic wimp you are. Why I've spanked girls that have held out longer than
you just did. Some tough guy you are. You really ought to be ashamed of
yourself."

We were all laughing hysterically at this point. For Jennifer not only just
spanked the two toughest guys on the football team to tears, but now she was
also teasing them. She was incredible! Totally awesome!

As Jennifer got up from the chair, Richard too fell to the floor. She put her
hands on her hips and grinned at us. "Well girls, as of right now I'd have to
say that Greg is clearly in the lead. But there's one more test to go and
Richard can still mount a comeback. Unfortunately for you however, I'm afraid
this last test of mine will have to be conducted in the privacy of my
bedroom."

"Why's that Jen?" I asked.

"Because it's a test of their endurance and virility; and, judging by these
studs, it may last several hours...if you catch my drift (smirk)." We all
giggled when she said this. Jennifer then reached down and grabbed each of the
still sobbing guys by their hair and dragged them into her bedroom, closing
the door behind her. For the next several hours the only sounds we heard
coming from Jennifer's bedroom were moans and groans, Greg and Richard crying
and Jennifer giggling. She did take one brief break though.

About ninety minutes after she took the boys into her bedroom, the door opened
and Jennifer walked out with Greg and Richard. They were all naked and
Jennifer was holding each of the disheveled boys firmly by their
penises."We're not done yet; I just needed a potty break." (Because we have
only one bathroom in our sorority house, it has to be a communal one and it's
located on the opposite side of where Jennifer's room is). She smiled at us as
she led the boys inside. A few minutes later she marched them out and back
into her bedroom; giggling like a little girl as she did.

Sometime after five in the afternoon Jennifer finally emerged from her bedroom
- dragging Greg and Richard by their penises behind her. She smiled as she
stood before us and announced, "Girls, I have just completed the final test of
the 'toughest boy on the football team' contest and compiled the results. And
the winner is - and it wasn't even close - Greg!" Jennifer raised his penis
when she said this and we all began to laugh hysterically again.

"But don't worry Richard, for I still have a consolation prize for you. She
released his penis and took a step backward. Jennifer then raised her right
foot, placed it against Richard's butt and gave him a good shove which sent
him flying forward. He landed on the floor just a few feet away from us. "He's
yours for the rest of the weekend girls; so have fun. And if he starts to give
you girls any trouble whatsoever, don't hesitate to call me and I'll
straighten him out."

She then looked up at Greg and grinned. "And you big boy, in honor of winning
my 'toughest boy on the football team' contest, I hear-by present you with
your trophy...me. I'm making you my new boyfriend (not being a professional
writer, I simply don't have the words to describe the look on Greg's face when
Jennifer said this). "So let's return to my bedroom and get better acquainted,
you hand- some stud you." Still holding Greg firmly by his penis, Jennifer led
him back into her room and closed the door behind her.

Subsequently...

Despite Jennifer's opinion that Richard was a pathetic wimp, I still had a
thing for him; I think he's a real cutie pie. So I enlisted the help of my
super sorority sister (as we now started to call Jennifer) to assist me in
getting him. By using her powers of feminine persuasion, Jennifer was able to
convince Richard that breaking up with his cheerleader girlfriend (a stuck-up
bitch that I never liked) and making me his girlfriend instead, would be much
better for his heath; both physically as well as mentally. So, we are now a
foursome - Jennifer and Greg, and Richard and me. Jennifer is indeed a truly
great friend to have.

Epilogue: Three Months Later

It was late in the evening and all of us girls were sitting around the large
table in the living room studying for our last final exam (although we weren't
all taking the same courses we enjoyed studying together). Things had been
going well until the boys from the fraternity house across the street began to
play loud music - so loud that it was virtually impossible to concentrate on
our studying. After a few minutes, Jennifer sighed and rose from the table.
She tied her long, pretty blond hair back into a ponytail and began to put on
her shoes.

"Where are you going Jen?" I asked.

"I'm going across the street to the frat house Clara and tell the boys that we
need to study and can they please turn the volume of the music down."

"Do you think that they'll agree to that?"

"I hope so...for their sake," she replied with a wink.

After she left, we all went over to the large window facing the street in
front of the sorority house. We saw Jennifer cross the street and knock on the
door of the frat house. When the door opened she went inside and closed it
behind her. For about a minute or so nothing happened; the loud music remained
on. Then suddenly the music stopped and it became very quiet inside. And then
we heard...

SMACK! POW! CRASH! WHAM! THUD! We also heard the sounds of boys yelling and
screaming, And if you listened very carefully, you could even make out the
sound of Jennifer...singing! "Lullaby, and goodnight with pink roses
bedight..." (she really has a lovely voice). This continued for about two more
minutes and then we heard a boy scream out,"Don't hit me! Please don't hit me!
Please don't hit...WHAM! POW! And then everything was quiet. A few seconds
later the front door opened and Jennifer walked out - and as far as we could
tell she didn't have a single mark on her. She untied her ponytail, fluffed up
her hair (she likes to do that a lot) and began walking back to our side of
the street.

When Jennifer entered the sorority house, she flashed us a big smile and said,
"everything's O.K. now. We can all go back to studying. I don't think they'll
be bothering us anymore this evening." She then showed us a selfie that she
took with her cell phone just before leaving the frat house. Jennifer was
smiling on the lower left hand corner of the picture while off to the right
there must have been at least eight or nine guys (Jennifer said she didn't
bother to count how many there were) lying on the floor - all battered and
beaten unconscious by a single girl! "I sung them all a lullaby while I was
putting them to sleep; tee, hee, hee."

Did I ever mention that there was something different about Jennifer? But I
mean in a good way.