My New Boyfriend
by M.C.
 


Author's note: This story may be a little too *kinky* for some tastes. You
have been warned.

Another move, another new neighborhood, another new school. Whenever my father
- a colonel in the United States Air Force - gets transfered to a new base, I
have to pack up, say good-bye to the friends I've made and relocate to a new
area. Boy, being a military brat sure sucks. This time my father was
transfered to Vandenburg Air Force Base in California. We moved to the small
city of Santa Maria not far from his base - about three hours north of Los
Angeles - and, for about the unteenth time in my life, I have to get used to a
new home, a new school and, most importantly for me, I'm going to have to make
new friends. That's never easy for anybody. But when you're a girl who stands
six feet-three inches tall, weighs 275 pounds and is as strong as a horse,
it's even more difficult.

My name is Marcy Thompson. I'm sure I got my size and strength through my
genes. Both of my parents are large, and, because they were both excellent
athletes in college, they're stronger and fitter than most. I followed suit
and am now stronger than either of them. In fact I used to wrestle against my
father, a champion wrestler in college, for fun; until I started beating him
regularly that is. Then it wasn't fun anymore...for him (smirk), and I was
only sixteen years old at the time. Of course working out with weights several
hours a day at the gyms of the various bases I've been associated with also
contributed to my impressive strength and physique and oh yes, I also hold a
black belt in karate.

But despite my outward appearence of power, I'm still very much a little girl
at heart. I have long, beautiful brown hair that reaches down to my waist
which I like to brush a lot. I'm considered to be very pretty too. But
unfortunately, that seldom helps me with boys, most of whom are too
intimidated by my sheer physical size to want to get very close. One of the
few advantages I do have in being such a big, strong girl is that I always
make the women's basketball team for the schools I've attended and managed to
lead each one to a league title (I was voted MVP twice). The new school I'm
now attending was no exception - I became the team's starting center after my
first day of practice. But despite whatever I do, I can always hear people
snickering behind my back; especially the pompous, stuck-up cheerleaders. Life
isn't always easy when you're as large as I am.

Perhaps it's because of my military background and my parent's ideals, or
maybe it's because of my sensitivity to what's right or wrong, but there's one
thing that I have absolutely no tolerance for, bullies - people (usually boys)
who, because they're bigger and stronger than others, like to dominate and
intimidate kids that are weaker than themselves. There have been bullies in
every school I've attended, and in each of them I've felt an obligation to
straightened them out. In that respect too this school is no different.

His name is Brian Sanders and, being approximately the same height and weight
as me, he's considered to be the strongest, toughest, meanest boy in my new
school. The irony here is that he lives only a few houses away on the very
same street! A week ago, after he beat up and humiliated a weaker student for
no apparent reason, I decided that since none of the faculty seemed willing to
deal with him (it may have something to do with Brian being the star lineman
of the football team), it was time to take matters into my own hands. So the
next day after school, I went over to pay this new neighbor of mine a visit -
a visit that would have a dramatic effect on both our lives. I walked up to
the front door of his house and rang the bell.

"Who is it?" a voice from inside asked gruffly.

"It's Marcy Thompson. Your new neighbor."

"And what the hell do you want?"

"Why don't you open the door and find out tough guy," (bullies are usually
very easy to bait and Brian proved to be no exception to the rule). As soon as
he opened the door, I pushed my way past him and entered his home. "Brian, you
and I need to have a little 'chat' (how I just love that euphamism) about your
behavior in school."

"What the fuck are you talking about?"

"About the way you bully the other students. It's got to stop. And if you
promise not to do it anymore, I'll let you off with just a light beating. If
not, then I'm afraid I'm going to have to use sterner methods."

"And just what other methods did you have in mind, Big Bertha?" he asked
smugly (as I said, bullies are very easy to bait).

"This other method," POW! I hit him with a right cross to the nose. It was a
good, solid punch. Though not nearly as hard as I could have hit him, it was
hard enough. My point, after all, was to teach him a lesson, not put him in
the hospital. I could have easily hit Brian several more times as he was
clearly stunned and slightly disoriented (I guess he wasn't quite expecting to
be punched in the face by a girl), but I decided not to; not yet anyway. The
truth is that I enjoy teaching bullies a lesson (I actually find it somewhat
erotic), so it would be a shame to end the fight too soon. Instead, I put my
hands on my well developed hips, smiled and said,"O.K. tough guy, let's see
what you've got."

Furious, Brian came at me; swinging wild punches as he did. Thanks to my
karate training, most of them were easy to block or avoid; and the few he did
manage to land had practically no effect on me (did I mention that I'm rather
strong? And not 'for a girl', but for anybody). I just brushed them off and
laughed."Is that the best the rough, tough Brian Sanders can do? How
pathetic." (I love teasing bullies while I'm fighting them. It really gets
them riled up).

After a few seconds of parlying blows with him, I hit Brian with another solid
punch, this time underneath his chin. My fist can shatter wooden boards, and
although I did ease up, my blow still sent him sprawling across the room. "Gee
honeybunch, if I had known you were so fragile I'd have worn boxing gloves;
tee, hee, hee."

As expected, my teasing had the desired effect. Brian recovered from my punch
and charged again, throwing another series of wild lefts and rights which I
was easily able to deflect. Another thing I discovered about bullies is that
most of them really aren't very good fighters - they usually depend on their
superior size and strength to win fights. So when they're confronted by a girl
who really does know how to fight - like me for example - well, the results
are pretty predictable. SLAM! WHACK! SMASH! CRACK! Four well placed blows to
various parts of his body and I sent Brian reeling backwards yet again. This
time he slammed into a large sofa, knocked it over and fell to the floor.
"Tsk, tsk Brian, you really are making this way too easy for me."

"I'll kill you bitch!" he screamed. He surged forward and threw a right hook
at me. I reached up and caught him by the wrist, stopping his blow in mid-air.
I then twisted his arm in such a way that he was forced completely around with
his back towards me. I put my right foot up against his buttocks and
said,"let's see, where should I send you now?" I pushed off hard with my leg
and the 275 pound lineman flew clear across the room. He slammed into the wall
on the opposit side and fell to the floor.

While my tough new neighbor was struggling to get to his feet, I glanced over
at a mirror on the wall and noticed that my pretty hair was getting a bit
messy (my only casualty so far). I reached into my pocket, took out a pink
ribbon that I keep for emergencies such as this and tied my hair back into a
long ponytail. Then I turned my attention back to Brian. "O.K. big boy, let's
continue with your 'retraining' session, shall we."

This time Brian came at me with his arms wide apart like he was trying to
tackle a ball carrier in a football game (I guess he got tired of getting
tossed around like a rag doll). I did likewise and met him in the middle of
the room where we engaged in a test of strength - bearhug to bearhug. A six
foot-three inch, 275 pound girl against an equally large boy...a 'battle of
the bearhugs' if you will.

For about twenty seconds we seemed to be evenly matched. But as our struggle
wore on, my superior strength and stamina began to tell. "What's the matter
honey?" I teased when I felt Brian's grip begin to weaken,"is a girl too
strong for you?" He redoubled his efforts but - poor baby - fell short of the
mark. I was simply too strong for him; and the harder I squeezed, the weaker
he became. "Ooooh honeybunch, you're so cuddily; tee, hee, hee (yes, I do love
to rub it in when I take control in a fight. I find it very...well,
stimulating)."

In desperation, Brian made one final effort. Summoning all of his remaining
strength, he squeezed as hard as he could. But I squeezed back even harder
and, after a few seconds, his grip around my back began to loosen (which was a
shame because it felt sooooo good to be hugged by a guy - even if it was
during a fight), and then his arms slowly fell to his sides. Brian was beaten,
and we both knew it. I continued to squeeze him tightly for a few more seconds
because by now I was getting very aroused, then I released him and he slumped
to the floor. I sat down on his chest and giggled,"Well, well Brian, I guess I
have officially replaced you as the 'toughest kid in school'; tee, hee, hee."

"In your dreams she hulk," he replied angrily. "You just got lucky, that's
all."

Lucky? Lucky? I kicked his ass fair and square. I outfought him and easily won
our test of strength. I knew what his problem was of course, I'd confronted it
many times. Brian simply couldn't admit that he'd been completely overwhelmed
by a girl (male egos, how the hell did our species ever get this far?) "Very
well then tough guy. If that's the way you want to be, then there's only one
thing left for me to do - I'll have to ground that chauvanistic attitude of
yours to dust. That way there will be no doubt whatsoever about which one of
us is tougher and (I paused before adding with a sly smile) it'll make things
easier for what I have in store for you afterwards, sweetie pie."

I rolled off him and wrestled my weakened opponent into the position I wanted,
with my massive, muscular thighs wrapped tightly around his waist - the
classic sissor hold. Then I began to squeeze. "Lucky was I Brian? Well, we'll
just see about that." I don't envy anyone being trapped inside my powerful
legs; though I have to admit, having this handsome hunk there - so close to my
womanhood - added to the steadily increasing feelings of arousal that I began
to have ever since we engaged in our bearhug contest. Was I actually falling
for this macho hunk? Hmmm...and if I was, what should I do about it?

Physically I now had Brian in a helpless position. But his masculine ego,
though having also taken quite a beating, was still intact as evidenced by his
'you just got lucky' comment when it must have been obvious that I had totally
outclassed him. So, in order to destroy Brian's macho attitude, I'd have to
brake him down so completely that he'll accept my superiority and never
challenge me again (as you can see I've acquired a lot of experience in this
sort of thing over the years). Fortunately for me, this was the part I enjoy
the most. I guess there's a little bit of the sadist in each of us; though, I
hasten to add, my motives were purely educational... well *mostly* educational
(wink).

I squeezed my thighs so tightly around Brian that he could barely breathe.
Then I reached back, grabbed the end of my ponytail and began to playfully
wack him back and forth across the face with it, teasing him as I did. "Wachy,
wacky, wacky," I giggled. "Well Brian, how does it feel to be beaten up by a
girl's ponytail? Tee, hee, hee. I'll bet the kids you've been bullying in
school would love to hear about this."

I think it was at this point that the rough, tough Brian started to come apart
at the seams."You... you can't tell them Marcy," he pleaded."You can't."

"And why not you big bully?" I asked, knowing full well why.

"Because you'll ruin me. I'll be the laughingstock of the entire school.
(Tears were beginning to form in his eyes now) And if the universities that
want me to play football for them find out, they'll never want me. Please
Marcy, you can't tell anybody about this. I beg you, please don't!"

I continued to wack Brian with my hair, relishing in the complete control I
now had over him. And as I did so, my level of arousal continued to rise...and
rise...and rise. Oh how I love dominiating tough, macho guys, it's such an
erotic experience. "Maybe I won't tell them Brian...maybe I'll just show them.
Maybe I'll kick your ass in front of everybody in school like I did here, and
then give you another hair whipping." That was the coup de grace, the thing
that finally destroyed what was left of Brian's ego. He began to cry freely
now.

"You can't do that Marcy, please, please don't." Brian begged me to release
him, but it was too late for that now - too late for him, and for me. Because
by this time my female hormones had completely taken over and I was no longer
in control of the situation. I was doing what my body demanded and couldn't
resist the urge even if I had wanted to; which I didn't.

The more I dominiated Brian, the more I teased and humiliated him, the more
aroused I became. Without even realizing it I began to girate my hips back and
forth with this handsome hunk still helplessly trapped in my powerful thighs.
I was completely oblivious to Brian's cries now, guided by an uncontrollable
urge deep inside of me to continue; and continue I did. The girations became
more and more intense and I knew I was about to have a massive orgasm. I could
feel it coming on and there was nothing I could do (or should have done) to
stop it. I felt like a surfer probably feels when he catches a giant wave -
there's nothing you can do except ride it out; and I was definitely going to
ride this for all it was worth.

"Oh baby, baby!" I screamed as I approached my climax."This feels soooo good!"
And then it happened, and it felt so wonderful; the best orgasm that I ever
had, by far. After about a minute of pure ecstacy I finally calmed down and an
errie silence pervaded the room; a silence broken only by the sound of Brian's
quiet wimpering. For a few minutes neither of us spoke, then I looked at
Brian, smiled and asked,"well tough guy, have you learned your lesson?"

"Yes," he replied, still sobbing.

"Are you going to stop picking on students weaker than you?"

With tears streaming down his face he slowly nodded, then meekly asked me,"are
you going to tell anyone about what you did to me today Marcy?"

I grinned. Brain was now completely broken, I could tell by the tone of his
voice. He was mine to do with whatever I wanted - and I knew exactly what that
was. "I promise I won't tell anyone what happened here today between us Brian,
provided you agree to one simple thing."

"What?"

"I want you to become my boyfriend."

"But...but what about Susan?" (Susan was his current girlfriend and one of
those snobby, pompous cheerleaders that were always making snide comments
about me behind my back).

"Oh I wouldn't worry too much about Susan honey. I'll inform her about your
'change of heart'."

And wouldn't you know it, the very next day I happened to catch Susan alone in
the women's gym and we had a little chat. She actually cried when I told her
that Brian was mine now (although I think the fact that I had her drapped
across my knees and was giving her a good spanking at the time might have had
something to do with it).

Well, Brian is my new boyfriend now and things couldn't be going better for
me. Every morning he comes over to my house and brushes my hair and tells me
how pretty I am (as I said, I may be a big, strong, tough female on the
outside, but inside I'm just a little girl at heart and I like this sort of
thing). I also make him brush my hair during our lunch break. It actually
causes quite a stir in the cafeteria - I guess all the other students want to
see this large, tough guy who used to be the most feared boy in school being
forced to brush a girl's hair in public.

In fact just yesterday I was having lunch with some of the girls on the
basketball team and made Brian give us all a brush up. Poor baby, by the time
he was through he didn't have time eat lunch. But I did compensate him though.
After school I took him home and up to my bedroom where I let him eat my pussy
(giggles). And while he was pleasuring me I came up with this cute little
poem:

Brian thought he was strong and tough, 
But I showed him it was all a bluff,
You should have heard him beg and wail, 
When I hit him with my ponytail.