My luck with Blond Amazon Virgins (three parts)
By Montrose
He gets beaten, dominated and humiliated

Lisa and Babs 

All my life I have been attracted to tall, sturdy women. Especially 
aggressive, sexually dominant women. As a young man I had only two 
things going for me. First, I have what could only be described as 
harmless, boyish good looks. I didn't have to shave regularly until well 
after college. I have soft white skin and smooth features. Some women 
like that sort of thing. The other attribute I posses is a 14 inch rod, 
thick and solid. Most women like that sort of thing. It looks 
disproportionate on my skinny 6' nothing frame. You would never expect 
it to look at me. 

I learned one thing soon in high school. Girls talk. Plank one tall, 
athletic pom-pom girl and within a month I've bagged the entire squad. 
So when I went to college I decided to be picky. I would choose my first 
target carefully, someone with lots of big girlfriends, bang her for all 
she's worth, then let her send the rest to me. 

I didn't get a chance to be picky. The first girl I saw that caught my 
eye, kept it. Her name was Lisa. She was a senior. I joined choir just 
to be near her. I soon found out that she was an infamous virgin. A 6' 
2" 180 pound Scandinavian goddess virgin. I swore I would break her in. 

At first we spent a lot of time at the bar talking. Since she was a 
virgin and every other girl on campus was putting out, I didn't have any 
competition. It took a month before she invited me back to her dorm 
room. 

Once inside she became very kitten-ish. We snuggled on her mattress on 
the floor. She had had a few. We kissed. We kneaded each other's flesh. 
I soon grew stiff as a garden post. My cock head pushed out over the top 
of my jeans and past my belly button. I rubbed it on her thigh. At first 
she seemed to like it. In a dreamy state she rubbed back with her eyes 
closed. Eventually she let me slip her skirt up and dip my hand into her 
panties. Suddenly her eyes flew open and she went into a rage. 

She had two inches and 30 pounds on me. Plus she was as agile as a cat. 
From on top of me she pummeled my stomach with her fists. She crushed my 
neck under her right calf and mashed my temple with her left knee. Them 
she rolled me into a ball, pinning my knees next to my ears and, facing 
backwards, slammed her ass down onto my head. 

Things started to quiet down, except that she gently rocked back and 
forth on my face. She pressed her hot, panty covered crotch into my 
chin. I forced my chin out to give her good resistance. She rocked and 
moaned for several minutes before the moans turned to groans and the 
pressure on my chin became too strong to hold back. She masturbated up 
and down my entire face, pounding my head into the mat. When she came 
she squeezed my cock in her hands so hard I thought she would snap it in 
half. 

She remained on top, dripping into my mouth, repeating the word "wow" 
under her breath several times. Minutes later she let me up and told me 
to leave. 

"But," I stammered. I thought it was my turn. 

She picked me up by my pants, mashing my balls. "I'll see you tomorrow." 
she whispered and threw me into the hall. I limped back to my room and 
dry humped my fist repeatedly that night. 

I caught up with Lisa at breakfast. She told me to sit with her. "I've 
thought a lot about last night." she told me. 

"Me too." I said, rubbing my tired palm. 

"I liked it." She continued. "I've always been big and strong. I 
remember fighting my brothers friends as a young girl and how fun it was 
to dominate them. It never occurred to me how... sexually exiting it is. 
I mean, I still want to remain a virgin. You don't stay a virgin all 
through college just to throw it away on a cute freshman." She smiled at 
me and I blushed. "But I enjoyed our little match. I wouldn't blame you 
if you said no, because I can tell you right now you'll never get 
anything from me, but I'd like to see you again tonight." 

"So that you can beat me and hump my face?" 

"Well, ya!" She giggled. 

"You seem pretty sure that you will win." 

Now she laughed out loud, startling people at nearby tables. When she 
could talk she said, "I'll tell you what, to make the fight good, If I 
win I'll do whatever I want with you, just like last night. If you win, 
I'll be your slave. I'll do anything you ask. Is that fair?" 

Music to my ears. 

Night after night we fought, and night after night I walked home with a 
come smeared face to pound my rod in private. Each night she dominated 
and pounded my until I begged her to stop, then she straddled my face 
and mashed it into a climactic goo. After a while she started taunting 
me by wearing lace teddies and silky under-things. It didn't matter what 
she wore. I never managed to glimpse even a moment of victory. 

As I mentioned earlier, girls talk. One of Lisa's friends was the girl 
across the hall, Babs. Babs was a dark haired Italian bombshell. She was 
no taller than 5' 2", so I had no interest in her, but every other man 
on campus did, and for good reason. She was built for pleasure from head 
to toe. So round and firm, so buoyant and perky. There was not a rounded 
inch of her that didn't beg to be sprayed with jiz. Babs had been trying 
to get me in the sack for months. I had refused, afraid that she would 
tell Lisa and our nights of battle would end. 

Then, one night after Lisa had soaked my face she didn't just tell me to 
leave like she normally did. Instead she gathered me up in her arms and 
marched me across the hall and into Babs's room. Babs waited there 
dressed in a lingerie top, fish net stockings, and 4" heels, no panties. 

Lisa dropped my legs and threw me against the wall. "Assume the 
position." she barked as she forced my hands, police style against the 
wall. Then she unzipped my jeans and yanked them to my ankles. Then Babs 
kneeled before me and gently pulled my boxers down. 

My rock hard shaft dropped forward and smacked her on the forehead. She 
gasped and licked it and rubbed it. "It's as big as you said, Lisa! Oh 
my god I am in heaven!" 

Lisa took me in a full nelson and dropped backwards onto the bed with me 
on top. Then she locked my legs open with hers. I was pinned, spread 
eagle on top of her. "He's all yours, Babs." 

Babs leaped onto the bed and caressed my cock in her ample bosom for a 
while before kicking off her heals and standing over me. With her short 
legs digging into the mattress and Lisa underneath me, plus my size, 
Babs was able to tickle her quim with my head without bending her knees. 
She did that until she almost lost her balance. Then she started the 
long slow decent. It was then that I realized I was being raped! 

I got mad and fought. This seemed to please Babs immeasurably. My 
struggle never came close to gaining my freedom, but it did manage to 
thrust my cock left, right fore and aft in Babs's dripping hole. 
Eventually she had the entire snake inside her. 

Her eyes rolled back into her head. "I can't stand it!" she growled. 
Suddenly she started doing deep knee bends on my shaft, standing and 
squatting and standing and squatting and standing and squatting. After 
40 very impressive minutes she was as red as a beet and dripping with 
sweat and come. 

In that time it looked like she had orgasmed over and over with the 
intensity that only women can master. I was more interested in the 
rhythmic grunts and groans of Lisa beneath me. An idea struck me. Now 
was my chance to show Lisa what she was missing. 

As Babs weakened and rested on me I asked Lisa, "may I take it from 
here?" She relaxed her grip and let me slide free. Without withdrawing 
from Babs I slid out from underneath her and let her flop down onto 
Lisa. She lay smiling with her head buried between Lisa's grapefruit 
sized breasts. My jealousy gave fury to my blows as I rammed her doggy 
style from behind. 

Babs moaned and bounced into Lisa in rhythm to my thrusts. My heavy sack 
slapped against Lisa's panty covered clit as I rammed harder and faster. 
I sawed my shaft over Lisa's mound on every stroke into Babs. Both girls 
shivered and moaned and clutched each other as I hammered away for most 
of an hour before I too peaked and shivered. 

Just before I came I unsheathed from Babs and aimed it up the Italians 
smooth back. When my shaft dropped between her ass cheeks I exploded 
like a cannon, sending a jiz trail from Bab's tail bone up into Lisa's 
eyes. The sight of that made me shoot another wad, catching Lisa on her 
full, red lips. 

The three of us lay there panting and rolling in juice, hugging each 
other tenderly. I fucked Babs twice more that night on top of Lisa. 
Always making sure my shaft and balls rubbed Lisa with every stroke. 
Always paying more attention to Lisa's pleasure than to Babs' mix of 
pleasure and pain. Lisa and I used Babs like a rubber, a layer between 
our bodies while making love. Until the last fuck, Babs was an eager 
participant. In the end she was too swollen and raw to enjoy it as much. 
Lisa didn't ask her permission. She just pulled Babs over herself and 
held her for me to mount. I was no longer the one being raped. 

That became our pattern. Lisa and I would wrestle. I would struggle to 
best her so that I might fuck her directly. Lisa would toy with me for a 
few minutes then straddle and hump my face. Then we would crash into 
Babs's room, eject anyone she was with and hump her together. 

Lisa became more aggressive in the process when she got up off her back, 
threw me to the mattress, grabbed Babs in a bear hug that pressed the 
little Italians mellonous breasts out to the side, and rammed her down 
onto my shaft. Lisa had her back to me as she straddled my stomach. Like 
churning butter, she kept lifting Babs into the air and slamming her 
back down. Lisa's rippling back muscles glistened and beaded with sweat. 
I closed my eyes and pretended that the quim that covered my cock was 
hers. I came again and again. Oh, to be young once more... 

One day Babs approached me at lunch when Lisa was not around. She wanted 
to get together without Lisa. If Lisa did not exist, I would have jumped 
at the chance, but to fuck Babs without Lisa present now would have been 
little more than beating off, to me. 

I refused. She begged. She promised to do anything I asked. Then an idea 
occurred to me. 

"If you can convince Lisa to give up her virginity to me, I'll fuck you 
without her just one day after I fuck her without you." I told her. 

"But, she's 20 years old." said Babs. "This isn't some high school girl 
we're talking about. She will not give up her virginity easily now! 
Besides, a girls first experience shouldn't be so... crippling." Her 
eyes wandered to my lap and the bulge that waited there. 

"That's the deal." 

Her dark eyes starred long at my lap. "I'll work on it." She whispered. 

A few nights later Lisa stopped during her customary domination of me. 
She had me all balled up between her legs, my knees by my ears, my arms 
pinned to my sides. "Babs has been telling me that I'm missing a great 
opportunity, not fucking you." 

"Hu?" Her statement caught me off guard. 

"Babs says, how will I know if my future husband is any good, if I don't 
have one certified champion fuck before I settle down." 

"You think I'm a certified champion?" 

"Babs's words. Not mine." She smiled down at me. Then she grabbed my 
head and mashed it into her moist, panty covered groin. She rode me 
extra long that night and declined to join me over at Babs's room. 

When I opened the door to the hall Babs was waiting with her door open. 
She herded me in before I could decline. 

I told her what transpired, that Lisa had brought it up but still 
refused to fuck me. Babs wasn't listening. She just wrested to lower my 
pants. 

She begged for a fuck, but instead I masturbated on her. I rode her tits 
and slammed my head into her mouth. I came on her face and moaned Lisa's 
name. 

She begged me to stay for more. "You know what you have to do." I told 
her. I slapped her ass and left. 

The next night when I showed up at Lisa's room, Babs was already there 
and hard at work. She was eating Lisa and doing an outstanding job of 
it. For the first time I saw Lisa without her panties. Lisa had no idea 
I had entered the room, so lost in orgasm was she. 

Babs waived me in. I dropped my pants and boxers. I placed the head of 
my shaft next to Babs's tongue in the fleshy folds of Lisa's muff and 
began to insert, slowly. My shaft grew longer and thicker as blue veins 
reached their bursting point. 

Lisa gasped and arched her back. Babs kept her tongue moving. I was all 
the way home when Lisa clamped down on my shaft and screamed. Blood 
dripped to the mattress. Babs slipped out the door. 

The ride that followed nearly killed me. I cracked a rib and dislocated 
my right shoulder. My entire body and face were a mass of bruises, cuts, 
and scratches. I had to tell the doctor I was in a bar fight. 

Per our agreement, the next night I visited Babs alone, but I was too 
sore to be very physical. Babs had to do all the work. She didn't seem 
to notice. She was like a child playing with a favorite toy all night 
long. By dawn she lay moist and purring next to me. 

The next time I visited Lisa was a week later. She was exceptionally 
cruel, abusing my injured shoulder and rib. She was always a little 
rougher after that, to both with me and Babs. We began to fear for our 
safety, the way she slammed us together during sex. Was she mad? Not at 
us, she claimed. She was mad at herself for losing her dominance. It was 
not I that had defeated her, but Babs. 

One weekend Lisa disappeared on a road-trip. Babs and I humped 
pleasurably enough in her absence. Babs did not mind that I always 
called out for Lisa at climax, or that I used her to masturbate on as 
much as to have sex with. The girl just liked big dick. 

When Lisa returned she had a surprise. She got Babs and I into her room 
and unveiled it. A knobby strap-on cock an inch longer and two inched 
wider than my own. Babs squealed with glee. 

"It's not for you, Babs." Said Lisa. "At least not yet. I'm gonna break 
it in on our boy here first." 

I panicked and tried to run, but Lisa stomped me to the ground. She tied 
me over her desk with nylons. From there the next two days were a blur 
of pain and humiliation. My ass bled and throbbed with pain. I begged. I 
bribed. Eventually, Lisa agreed to take every cent I had in the world 
and stop if I could deep throat her new shaft. I gagged and choked as 
she rode my face for half and hour. 

She left it stuffed down my throat and unstrapped. She bent down and 
looked me in the eye. "Are you sorry you fucked me now?" 

I tried to nod (a lie) but the fake cock kept my neck stiff. 

She stood up and yanked the cock from my throat mercilessly fast. She 
left me tied to the desk as she strapped back on the shaft and went 
after Babs. By the end of the two days, I was only the second best sex 
Babs had ever had. 

The two girls threw me out and never saw me again. Soon it would be 
graduation and they would leave. I was just another broken-hearted 
freshman, used and discarded by seniors. 

Anna 

The next couple of years were a blur of finals, beer, and sex. Word was 
out among the women that I was hung. Each crop of freshman brought in a 
new wave of women that worked to out-perform each other for my benefit 
sometimes two and three at a time. Other men backed away and gave up on 
any woman I showed the least amount of interest in. I was a skinny, 150 
pound weakling, but a large part of that weight was love-meat. 

But no one appeared who matched Lisa for size and strength. There were a 
few tall girls, and a few strong girls. There were many I bagged just to 
show the jocks I could. Still, I was never satisfied. No matter how much 
they begged, I almost never slept with any girl twice. Several actually 
paid me to sleep with them a second time. Girls who did manage to have 
me twice actually gained a reputation as the hottest women on campus. 
They, in turn could pick and choose from any man on campus, except me of 
course. 

Of course, since Lisa I have downcast. All I can see is Lisa. It is a 
flaw, I try to build these smaller, women into Lisa. The woman who 
showed me the error of this thinking was Anna. 

Anna was my size, maybe 10 pounds heavier. She heard roomers about me 
and showed up next to me in a bar like so many freshman girls do. Her 
firm, sturdy legs got her into my apartment. Once there she got kinda 
nervous. Between dry mouthed sips at her beer she finally stammered out 
that she was a virgin. 

Another virgin. Just what I freakin' need. But she was tall, sturdy and 
blonde... 

"Don't worry honey. I don't want to hurt you." I said. 

She giggled. 

"What?" I asked. 

"Well. I doubt you could hurt me." 

I flexed my lap snake under my jeans without touching it. It bulged and 
rolled toward her menacingly. 

"I mean, fighting. I know you could hurt me with..." she pointed at my 
lap and whispered. "with that." 

"Yes I could, Anna." I said softly. "I could hurt you very much with 
this." I grabbed it and squeezed. "But if you don't want me to, I wont." 
I looked her over. Very nicely rounded. Girl next door looks. Firm 
shoulders. Even after my intimidating display, she seemed less afraid. I 
guess she took me at my word. "So why are you here? Did you just want to 
see if it was real?" 

She smiled. I could see that was part of it, but she wouldn't say it out 
loud. "Actually, I hear you like, you know, athletic girls." 

It was my turn to be nervous. "Do you like to wrestle, Anna?" 

"Oh yes. I'm very good, actually. That's what I meant about you not 
being able to hurt me. I lettered in track all through high-school and I 
was a champion wrestler in junior high until I grew these." She pointed 
to her breasts. "I could still beat the boys, but the school board made 
me stop." She sighed. "I miss beating the boys." Her long, strong 
fingers slapped down onto my lap. The beers were kicking in. "I want to 
beat you up right now." she whispered and wrinkled her nose at me. 

I had all I could take. I grabbed her in a head lock. She struggled but 
didn't break free. Suddenly she maneuvered and flipped and had me on the 
ground, face down, pushing my arm up in a painful angle. That's when her 
infectious giggle started. 

All that night we rolled like two evenly matched otters. First she would 
dominate me, then I her. Whoever was on top managed to get in quite a 
bit of hot crotch rubbing on there victim. 

Things started to heat up. We agreed to strip down to our under-things 
and no further. Of course, my erection could not be contained by my 
boxers, so my virgin partner got an eyeful of throbbing cock whenever 
she was on the bottom. 

Once I caught her starring and I waived it in her face. "Oh it's real 
all right. Distracting, isn't it." I said. Big mistake. She gained new 
energy and lifted me off the floor and up onto her shoulders in a 
fireman's carry. Then she dropped me to the floor on my back, hopped up 
into the air and slammed her ass down into my stomach. Snot and spit 
shot up from my mouth and nose as all the air left my body. Before I 
could inhale, she planted her ass on my face. I sucked in the air from 
her musky bung hole. 

Now she really started to remind me of Lisa. She rubbed her clit on my 
face for half an hour, coming over and over. I squirmed to free myself 
but to no avail. She was a match for me in size and weight, but she was 
far more practiced and skillful. 

When she finally calmed down. She turned beet red and grabbed for her 
cloths. "I'm so sorry! I don't know what came over me!" she kept 
repeating. She held her blouse up to her stomach, failing to cover her 
elegant breasts. 

I pealed myself off of the floor with great difficulty. "That's okay," I 
groaned. "I really like what you just did. I live for it, actually." 

She giggled again. I could see she was getting comfortable. "Actually, 
that was really amazing." I mean, I've wrestled boys all my life and I 
know I get off on it. But to... do it right on your head!" She was 
breathing hard again. Her eyes were big and searching. "Wow!" she 
finally said. 

"Ya." I repeated pulling a pubic hair from my teeth. "Wow. You know 
Anna. We can wrestle any time you want. And if you win, feel free to do 
what you will with me." 

"Ya? Great!" she slugged down the rest of my beer. "How about right 
now?" 

She defeated me again. And came on my face, again. She kept that up 
every night for over a week. Eventually I was getting to know her moves. 
One night my slight edge in upper body strength combined with new skills 
proved too much for her. No matter how she turned, I wound up on top. 
Sometimes I had her pinned. Sometimes I had her arms pinned behind her. 
After three hours she had to admit defeat. I was sitting school boy 
style on her tits when she did. My cock rested down her shoulder and 
past her left ear. 

"Does that mean I get to have fun now?" I asked. 

She smiled and giggled. "Yes, I guess it does." But then all humor left 
her face and she grabbed my cock in a crushing grip. "But if you try to 
stick this in me, I will chew it off and stuff into a blender. Do we 
understand each other?" 

"Yes, Anna. I swear." Her anger deeply frightened me, but also drove me 
into full erection. 

She let go of my growing shaft. She had fear in her eyes too. "Good..." 
she said. 

I rubbed my shaft in her cleavage and quickly spunked a dribble onto her 
soft white face. Then I rubbed up and down in her butt crack and blasted 
a wad into the back of her head. I laid her on her back with her legs 
straight up in the air, pinned together. I fucked the space between her 
thighs from there, rubbing the top of her bush with every 14 inch 
thrust. She seemed to like that. That wad sprayed up Anna's chest, over 
her face and onto the floor above her head. 

She moved in the second week we knew each other. Soon I was beating her 
half the time. All I had to do was stay out of the way of those powerful 
legs. If she got me in a scissors, it was over. When she won she would 
get off on my face, then demand long slow body rubs. When I won, I'd 
ride her around the apartment like a pony until her legs got tired then 
I'd fuck every rounded mound on her body, sending jiz all over her. 
Either way, she giggled through the entire romp. 

One day as she had my arms, neck, and left leg crushed between her 
thighs, just moments before I begged her to stop, she said. "Would you 
do me a favor?" 

"Anything." I gasped. She relaxed her hold just slightly. The blood 
began to flow to my brain again. 

"I want you to see other woman." 

"With you living here?" 

"Actually, with me here, when you do it." she replied. "I want to 
watch." 

That sounded like fun to me too. "Do you have anyone in mind?" 

"Several girls." she said quickly. I sensed she had given this a lot of 
thought. "All classmates of mine. The first girl is Wendy. She thinks 
she's real hot and she's mad at me for keeping you to myself." 

"I think I know her." I said. "She's been pestering me for weeks. Says 
she's a deep throat champ." 

"That's the one. Bring her home and fuck her for me." Spittle formed on 
her lips as she spoke. Her legs began to tighten again in her 
excitement. I began to see spots. "Fuck her so she can't walk. Humiliate 
her!" 

"Please," I begged with my last breath. "Don't kill me. I'll do anything 
you want..." 

The next night I went to the bar. Wendy was on me within fifteen minutes 
rubbing her crotch shamelessly on my knee. After she bought me a few 
imported beers and stuck her hand down my pants in front of her 
girlfriends we walked out together. 

When we got into my apartment Anna was lounging on the couch in a 
flannel nigh-shirt with her feet up, channel surfing. 

"What is she doing here." Said Wendy in a cold voice. 

"I live here." Said Anna through a mouthful of popcorn. 

Wendy turned to me and said, "Make her leave." 

"Not for you or any other woman." I told her as I rubbed my cock against 
her leg. "You can either leave now or join me back in my room." 

Wendy made the best of it and bounced her way past Anna. 

"Have fun." chirped Anna. 

Wendy was in seductive mode. I asked and she said her measurements were 
36 D, 22, 34. She was only 5' 4", and therefor not my fantasy, but 
figures like hers fill the common smut rags. 

She stripped naked, then stripped my pants off. As an insult I left my 
socks and t-shirt on. Per Anna's orders, when Wendy started doing a real 
good job on me, running her tongue up my shaft I started moaning "Oh, 
Anna, Anna." 

"I'm Wendy, down here!" she said in a valley girl whine. 

I slapped her across the face with my cock a few times until she flushed 
and began breathing heavily with anticipation. "Do you want to do this 
or not?" I asked. 

"Oh, yes, please." she gasped. 

"Then shut up and suck my dick." 

She tried. It was just too big for her mouth. "So much for the deep 
throat champ." I smirked. 

"Please don't make me go!" She begged. "Please fuck me. Call me Anna. 
Anything. I've just got to have you inside me." 

"Anything?" 

"Just ask!" 

Two minutes later I had her blind folded and gagged. She stood bent over 
my desk as I opened the door and waved Anna into the room. She silently 
took a chair and watched as I greased Wendy's ass. Then I crammed my 
hard on in. I stuffed and I stuffed until it all fit. Wendy screamed 
through her gag, but she pushed back onto my shaft, taking it like a 
pro. 

Anna handed me a hair brush which I used to slap Wendy's ass as I 
pumped. Tears streamed down Wendy's face. Anna quietly masturbated in 
her chair across the room. I continued to moan Anna's name. 

I humped for over an hour but didn't come. I cleaned my cock and mounted 
her quim. Again I was rough and ramming. No warm up. No easy entry. Just 
a sudden flood of 14 inches. Her hip bones creaked. As I humped her 
tight slit it loosened up, possibly forever. She cried and screamed. 
Anna got me a coke I drank as I kept thrusting. After another hour and 
several of her own orgasms, Wendy passed out. I slipped my tube out of 
her and flipped her face-up onto the bed. Anna removed her gag and blind 
fold. Then, with my cock resting from Wendy's cunt up to her tits, Anna 
ran her tongue up and down the shaft. Finally I shot a monster wad onto 
Wendy's face. 

That woke her up. She sputtered and swallowed the half of the wad that 
fell into her mouth. She rubber her eyes, but still couldn't see. Anna 
slipped out of her panties and handed them to Wendy. Wendy wiped the goo 
away and looked around. 

When she saw Anna giggling next to me she barked, "What are you staring 
at?" 

"I was just wondering when you would give my panties back?" 

Wendy looked at the come drenched cloth in her hand, screamed and 
dropped it. She tried to run from the room but collapsed. Apparently her 
legs were not attached the same after I had her. 

Anna, picked her up in her arms like a baby. "You can sleep on the couch 
until you think you're ready to leave. If you want my boy again, you 
will have to ask me first. If I decide you can have him I might convince 
him to be more gentle. Do you understand?" 

"Yes." squeaked Wendy through her sobs. In the morning she was gone. Two 
months later she asked Anna to let her see me. Anna refused. Wendy 
dropped out of school and moved away. 

Anna had me bring home and bang a dozen more girls. Some she had me 
treat like poor Wendy. Others she honestly want to have a good time. She 
got a thrill out of the power. Who would be next to be split open, 
gently or otherwise? It was up to her. 

She, on the other hand, maintained her virginity and a .500 record in 
wrestling with me. We had fun like that for a semester before Anna 
transferred to another school. Sigh... 


Vicki 

My senior year brought Vicki. She looked so much like Lisa it was 
frightening. A 6' 3" 190 pound Scandinavian goddess and also a virgin to 
boot. A little bigger and four years younger. I had to have her. 

Once as we sat at the bar together for the third weekend in a row she 
finally turned to me and said, "You know I'm a virgin, right?" 

"Yes. You told me." 

"Then why are you still here?" 

I couldn't tell her, because I hope to cure you of that. Instead I told 
her, "Because I am captivated by you. You are so strong, and self 
assured, and tall..." I suddenly realized I was blushing! Me. Mr. Stud 
senior! 

She smiled. "You like strong women?" 

"Yes." My heart pounded. 

"Well," she said. She drained the beer I had just bought her. "That's 
different." She took my hand and lead me out. 

I heard someone near the door mutter, "There he goes to rip open another 
one." 

In the parking lot she said, "You have quite a reputation." She looked 
down at the bulge in my pants. "Probably not undeserved." 

"I try." 

"You are going to have to try very hard with me." She took my car keys 
and drove me back to her off campus apartment. 

The moment we entered her place she went after me. Her big hands wrapped 
around my throat and squeezed. I tried to free myself but failed. I fell 
to my knees, face into her pussy. My ears began to ring and my vision 
turned spotty, then red, then black. I awoke with a headache, stripped 
naked. 

"Vicki?" I croaked. as I rolled over. I was on the floor by her front 
door. She had apparently stripped me right where she dropped me and left 
me there. I was cold and hungry. 

Her voice answered from down the hall. "You were absolutely pathetic 
last night. If you don't improve today I'm going to ask you to leave and 
never come back." 

I smelled coffee. I started to stand, but my head ached too much. How 
close had she come to killing me? I crawled to the kitchen. She sat in a 
flannel robe sipping coffee. "Oh. Very impressive Mr. B. M. O. C. I see 
your reputation rests solely in your penis." 

"May I have some coffee?" I croaked. 

"After you make me breakfast." she replied. "Eggs, pancakes, sausages, 
and hash-browns." Then she flipped open a text book and began reading. 
She was serious. 

The slave role sounded titillating when I saw it connected to this 
massive young warrior. I climbed to my feet and stumbled around her 
kitchen cooking sausages naked until I found an apron hanging in the 
pantry. I served her. She sent the eggs back. She allowed me one cup of 
coffee and the scraps from her plate, eaten on the floor at her feet. 
The experience gave me an erection like I hadn't experienced in years. 

When I was finished licking her plate she let me follow her into the 
bathroom where she disrobed and showered. Her firm young bosom bounced 
high on her strong frame. She was easily a 40 DD. Her stomach had just a 
touch of roundness over the ripple. Her smooth round buttock danced as 
she lathered up. 

"You know why I feel comfortable doing this in front of you?" she asked. 
"Because there is not a damn thing you can do about it." She smiled out 
at me from the shower, the curtains partly open. "Aren't you going to 
try?" 

That was all the invite I needed. I leaped for her. She stiff armed me 
and dropped my nose into her knee. Blood squirted out and slithered down 
the drain. She stomped me into the corner of the shower using just one 
foot as she continued rinsing her hair. Eventually she turned her back 
to rinse her face. I leaped up onto her ass and grabbed her tits from 
behind. My cock throbbed as it dug into her firm back. She pressed me 
into the shower wall until I began to black out, then let me fall. 

Once the hot water was gone she told me to take a shower and join her in 
the bedroom. 

All clean and cold I showed up as ordered. Vicki had laid out an outfit 
for me from her closet. A pink miniskirt and white silk blouse. When I 
put them on my rod drooped 11 inches past the seam of the dress. 
Everything hung baggy on me, like a kid dressing up like mommy. 

"Say," she said, "a built in leash!" and she tugged on my cock which 
instantly grew stiff. Finally I got to see a little fear in her eyes. 
She backed up and starred at the menacing log. I bounced it a few time 
for affect. 

She caught her breath and composure and got dressed herself in almost an 
identical outfit only hers were black and had panties. "I would have 
given you panties too," she said, "but you would just stretch them out 
of shape." She pointed at my bouncing cock. "Now, would you like to get 
started?" 

"Started?" I asked. 

"Yes. You said last night that you liked big, strong women like me. So 
what is it you like to do with us?" 

"Well..." I stammered. She was very direct. Very confident. Do I dare 
tell her I want to wrestle and fuck her? After how she has handled me so 
far? 

"Speak up or get out." She barked. 

Get out? I thought. In these cloths? For all I knew she had burned mine. 

"Wrestle." I whispered. 

"What?" she said and stepped forward. Her bosom bounced and swayed. 

I cleared my throat. "Wrestle." I said a bit too loud. There was a stiff 
silence. "And have sex." 

Vicki through her head back and laughed. I found myself fascinated by 
the dancing of her tits as she gasped and guffawed. She laughed so hard 
she leaned on me and forced me to my knees. She sat in a chair next to 
me and pinned me to the floor with her feet. I was too afraid to 
struggle. 

Eventually she gasped less and was able to speak. "And have sex." she 
murmured. That sent her into another fit, shorter than the first. 

"I'll tell you what." she said finally. "Since you're so fuckin' funny 
I'll do you a favor. You have to stop seeing other women. You will pay 
my rent and bills. You will buy me clothes. You will give me your car. 
You will be my slave. And I will give you wrestling lessons. We will 
keep this arrangement until you bore me." 

"I agree!" I said eagerly. Small price to pay to touch a goddess. 

"It doesn't matter if you agree or not." she said off handily. "That is 
what will happen. Give me your wallet." She took my credit cards, and 
cash and threw the rest back in my face. "Now lets get started." 

She was good to her word. At least twice every day she kicked my ass 
slowly, explaining what she was doing all along the way. I began to 
improve to the point where she had to exert some effort to beat me. 

She also emptied my bank account and ran up a debit on my cards. I had 
to take a second job to keep up. 

I noticed that she began to brush her hand against my rod as she 
instructed me. As I served her breakfast she often absent mindedly 
watched my pendulum swing, instead of read her book. I pretended to not 
watch as her left hand dipped into her lap and probed. Sometimes at 
night I could hear the whirr of multiple vibrators from her room as I lay 
on the cold hard kitchen floor. 

A plan formed. I kept my self in a constant state of arousal in her 
presence - not difficult. I began to let my massive shaft brush against 
her casually as I served her various needs. Almost immediately she began 
to lean into it and let it linger on her strong shoulder or ample 
breast. At times I could see her breath quicken. Once I noticed a vein 
grow and throb in her neck as my love-meat slapped down onto the table 
next to her dinner plate. 

Our wrestling sessions also became sexual. More and more holds had 
something to do with rubbing her groin on me. I was generally covered in 
her goo after a training session. 

One morning, about 3:00 as I lay sleeping on the kitchen floor, she 
appeared in the doorway. Her robe hung open. All she wore under it was a 
XXXL athletic sweat-shirt, half length. It struggled to contain her 
bosom. 

Without a word, she pounced on me, picked me up, and slammed me onto the 
table. She sat backwards on my stomach and grabbed my shaft. She 
pleasured herself over and over that night - never inserting it, just 
masturbating with it. Then she turned around at me, angry. 

"You little fucking tease!" she growled. She slapped my face several 
times, then choked me into oblivion as she had that first night. When I 
woke up I was back in my own apartment, naked in the living-room among 
my dead, neglected house plants. 

I was dejected. Occasionally I saw Vicki race by in my car. I had to 
keep the two jobs to keep paying her bills, which she forwarded to me 
with threatening notes. 

After having been seen with me for so long Vicki was the most popular 
girl in school. Every man and lesbian wined and dined her. None got past 
her front door, though. I know. I watched from the bushes. 

One night after closing the library I stopped in at the bar for a drink. 
A gaggle of freshman girls saw their chance and offered themselves to me 
as a bunch. All for me. I told them no thanks. 

"Good answer." It was Vicki wearing the little pink and white outfit she 
dressed me in that first day. It looked much better on her. She strode 
past the other girls, casually pushing them out of her way with her hips 
as she made her way to me. I looked back. The table she had just left 
contained a similar clutch of disappointed freshman boys. 

"I... I..." I stammered, looking down at her sturdy legs. 

"I accept your apology." She said softly and raised my chin up to look 
her in the eyes. They were piercing steel blue. A nice compliment to her 
silky blonde curls. "I'm taking you back." she said. "We'll wrestle." 
she leaned forward and kissed my cheek, then whispered in my ear. "And 
have sex." 

I supported her through college and she ruined my credit rating. She 
hospitalized me several times during wrestling and sex. Finally, near 
the end of her senior year she looked at me. I had become a bruised and 
tattered scrap of a man with little energy from working two jobs and 
satisfying an amazon. 

"I'm bored now." she said. "You may leave." 

As I continue to pick myself up after 25 years from that parting blow I 
realize, I still worship you Vicki, wherever you are.