BIG NONA

     It was only a week after Jerry Lindsay's family had moved to
the small town of Claridge that he enrolled as a freshman at the
town's only high school.  An unusually bright boy, at thirteen he
was the youngest student in the class, having skipped the third
grade.  And it was on his second day in school that he first saw
Big Nona.
     At well over six feet, she stood over a head taller than his
own 5'4", and must have outweighed his slender, 130 lbs. by well
over a hundred pounds.  Broad, powerful shoulders and thickly
muscled arms framed the wide "V" of her deep chest, which was
made seemingly even deeper by her big, firm breasts, and tapered
to a thick waist that seemed narrow by comparison.  Her hips were
wide, but not out of proportion with the rest of her body, and
her legs, with huge thighs and powerfully muscled calves, seemed
carved in dark ivory.  Her strong, even, dark complexioned
features, highlighted by dark, piercing eyes and framed in a
glistening pageboy of jet black hair which fell smoothly to her
shoulders, had a slightly oriental cast, which may have betrayed
a trace of Indian blood, and could easily have been considered
beautiful.  Watching her as she strode purposefully past him down
the hallway, he could not help but be struck by the combination
of her striking features and the overpowering femininity of her
massive, yet shapely, figure.  
     His new friend, Jason, caught his reaction as she passed and
chuckled.  "Keep your eyes in your head, Buddy," he told him. 
"Nobody in this school messes with Big Nona.  But nobody.  And
particularly not you.  She could eat you for breakfast by acci-
dent and still be hungry."
     "Who is she?" Jerry asked.  "I've never seen a girl so big
and--well, so strong looking."
     Jason grinned.  "Her name's Nona Jervin.  Her father's Chief
of Police.  She's in our class.  We haven't had any courses
together, but she's supposed to be pretty smart, like you.  But
the big thing about her is that she's the top jock in this
school--not just the top female jock, but the top jock, period! 
She's gone out for everything except football, and would have
gone out for that if the conference hadn't said no.  She's the
captain of the girl's basketball team, and with her they even
beat the boys' team.  She throws the discus, javelin and shotput
in track, and set state records in all three events--even beat
the boys' records!  She's into weight lifting, and there isn't a
guy in the school she can't outlift by a country mile.  She's
even trying to get on the wrestling team in the heavyweight
division, which is giving the school fits.  The coach would love
to have her--she's pinned every guy in the division, and he
thinks she could be state champion--but every guy on the team has
threatened to quit if the conference lets her on the team."
     Jerry gave a low whistle.  "Wow!" he said softly.  "Whatever
happened to girls being the weaker sex?"
     "That went out with Title VII.  Nona's trying to carry it
one step further.  She thinks guys are the weaker sex, and
compared to her, we are."
     Jerry's stomach was churning as he and Jason parted company
at Jerry's first class.  The single glimpse of this beautiful
Amazon, together with Jason's graphic description of her, had
left his insides like jelly.  Despite his small size, he had
always been attracted to bigger girls, but this girl was way
beyond anything he had ever seen before, and his initial desire
to know her was now mingled with an apprehension that left him
wondering what he would do if he did.
     He didn't have long to wonder.  His last class that morning
was American History, and the alphabetical seating arrangement
had placed him right next to her.  As he took his seat beside her
at the long table in the fifth row back, she looked at him with a
flicker of interest.
     "You new here?  I haven't seen you before."  Her voice was
deep and rich.
     Jerry's stomach started to flutter again.  "Ah, yes, I am,"
he said, his voice quivering slightly.  "Ah, I'm Jerry--Jerry
Lindsay."
     Her eyes showed amusement.  "Nonie Jervin.  Nice to meet
you."
     The class started, and they both turned their attention to
the instructor at the front of the room.  Nevertheless, Jerry
remained uncomfortably aware of her looming presence beside him,
and could not resist taking an occasional, quick glance across at
her classically lovely profile.  Each time he did so, although
her eyes remained straight ahead, a tiny smile revealed that she
was aware of his attention.  Finally, as the class ended and they
both stood up, she looked down at him with an amused look.  "See
you around, little fella," she said softly and strode from the
room.
     Jerry dropped his books off at his locker and headed for the
main exit to walk the half mile to his home for lunch.  As he
emerged from the school, he saw several girls clustered outside
the door, and one of them, a tall, blonde girl, pointed at him
and said to her friends, "There he is, the new boy.  Isn't he
cute?"  Then as, flushing slightly, he passed them, she called to
him, "Hi!  I'm Julie.  You're Jerry Lindsay, aren't you?"
     He stopped, looking up at her curiously, "Why, yes, I..."
     She moved close to him, put one hand on top of his head and
then moved it horizontally back to touch the top of her forehead,
just above her eyes.  She looked disappointed.  "Too bad you're
so short," she told him matter-of-factly.  "If it weren't for
that I could really go for you."  She turned to the other girls. 
"Anybody else here interested in meeting a cute, little guy?"
     "Now, wait a minute..."
     But he was cut off by a short, chunky brunette who motioned
behind him and said, "Here comes Nonie.  She digs the little
guys.  Let's ask her."
     By this time Jerry was blushing a bright red.  He turned to
look up at Nona as she came over to loom above him.  "If you'll
excuse me," he said stiffly to the other girls, "I don't really
feel like being auctioned off today."
     He was turning to leave when suddenly Nona's right arm shot
out and her long, powerful fingers closed about his throat.       
He gasped, choked and instinctively slammed his open palm
against her massive forearm in an attempt to knock her hand away,
but her arm was like steel.  He grabbed at her hand, trying to
pry her fingers loose, but they remained locked about his throat,
just tight enough to prevent him from escaping without completely
cutting off his air.  He looked up at her in amazement and sudden
fear, and their eyes met as she regarded him with that same,
faint expression of amusement.  She said nothing, and Jerry, who
could barely speak, croaked out a strangled, "Let me go!"
     Her face did not change expression, and then, without any
apparent display of effort, she calmly raised her arm, lifting
him bodily off the ground until his face was almost level with
hers.  She watched him for several seconds as he kicked and
struggled helplessly in her grip, then turned to the other girls
and said, "You're right.  He is kinda cute."  With that, she
opened her hand and dropped him to the ground, where he collapsed
in a heap, gasping for breath, as the girls, laughing, walked
away.
     Furious at the humiliation he had suffered and forgetting
for the moment how strongly he had been attracted to her, he
staggered to his feet and, as soon as he had recovered his
composure, walked unsteadily home for lunch.  When he returned
for the afternoon classes he was suddenly and uncomfortably aware
of the chuckles and whispers that followed him, and a knot formed
in his stomach as he realized that the news of his humiliation
was by now all over the school.
     Jason was waiting for him at his locker.  "I warned you
about messing around with Big Nonie," he told him soberly.
     "Believe me, I didn't mess around with her.  She messed
around with me.  Damn, but she's strong!  She picked me up off
the ground with one hand like I was a sack of laundry!"
     "Stay away from her, kiddo," Jason advised.
     "Believe me, I intend to.  The problem is, we've got at
least one class where she sits right next to me.  I hope there
aren't any more."
     His hope was only partially fulfilled.  Nona was in the
first and last of his three afternoon classes, but, thankfully,
there were two students between them, and he was not forced into
any contact with her.  Nevertheless, he could not resist the
temptation to steal a glance at her now and then, and each time
he did he was chagrined to see her regarding him with that same
faint expression of amusement.
     After class he almost ran to his locker to put away his
study materials and get out of the school, just in case she might
be looking for him.  But he had barely opened his locker when he
was suddenly conscious of a looming presence behind him, and then
Nona's dark, lovely, larger than life features descending to
press against his cheek as he felt a big hand slide down his back
and powerful fingers tighten around his buttocks and raise him to
his tiptoes.  He gasped and tried to twist away, but another big
hand pressed against his shoulder and forced him back against her
massive body while the hand that held his buttocks slid between
his thighs to firmly cup his crotch and effortlessly lift him
several inches off the floor.
     "Hi, baby cakes," she murmured in his ear.  "Remember me?"
     "What--what're you doing?!" he choked.  "Put me down!"
     "What's the matter, little fella?" she chuckled, gently
nuzzling his neck.  "Don't you like being picked up by girls?  By
the way, how's your throat?"
     "I can still breathe, no thanks to you!  Dammit, put me
down!"
     Instead, she turned him until he was facing her and then
backed him against the wall and held him there with the pressure
of her big body, her single hand still cupping his crotch and
holding him off the floor.  "Don't try to tell me you're not
interested, baby," she chided him.  "I've seen you looking at me
all day."
     Jerry flushed a bright red, straining helplessly against
her.  "Please, Nonie," he pleaded finally.  "Please put me down."
     "Say pretty please," she teased him.
     Desperate, he conceded.  "Okay, pretty please."
     She lowered him slowly to his feet, releasing his crotch,
but still held him firmly against the wall with her body, her big
breasts pressing against his throat.  "You are really cute,
baby," she told him.  "If today weren't my day to work out, I'd
walk you home, and we'd get better acquainted."
     "W--work out?"
     "Un huh.  Gotta go lift some weights, run a few laps and
bounce some boys around on the wrestling mat, if they all don't
run away first."  She hesitated.  "Hey, why don't you come down
and watch?  Then I could take you home afterwards."
     "Th--thanks.  Some other time."
     She grinned.  "You might be sorry, baby.  Cute little fella
like you is going to need a girl like me to protect him, sooner
or later."
     "I can take care of myself."
     She laughed outright.  "Yeah.  So I noticed.  See you
around, baby."  With a little pat on his rear, she strode away,
leaving Jerry standing at his locker, his knees trembling as he
looked after her, painfully conscious of the amused looks and
snickers around him, and then suddenly aware that his penis was
stiff and hard, and of an unfamiliar, yet pleasurable, sensation
that filled his loins.
     Quickly he turned to face his locker, fumbling with his
books until his erection subsided.  Then he gathered up his
homework and fled home.
     As he was soon to learn, the following morning brought only
a continuation of his ordeal.  He had no sooner reached his
locker and opened it when he felt a massive presence looming
behind him, and then two powerful arms encircled his waist and
lifted him bodily off the floor as Nona affectionately nuzzled
the back of his neck.  "Hi, baby cakes," she greeted him cheeri-
ly.  "Miss me?"
     A retort was forming on his lips, but died in a paroxysm of
laughter and helpless thrashings as her probing fingers found the
sensitive areas of his ribs under his armpits and began tickling
him unmercifully.
     "Oho!"  She gloated.  "And the little baby is ticklish to
boot!  Nona's gonna have lots of fun with him.  Too bad she has
to go to class, or she could have some fun with him right now."
     She lowered him to the floor, where he collapsed against his
locker, and, cupping his buttocks in one big hand and giving them
a little squeeze, she disappeared up the hallway.
     Jerry collapsed, half sobbing with humiliation, against his
locker, dimly aware of the throbbing erection that again strained
against his trousers and the residual sensitivity of his ribs
where she had tickled him.  With shaking hands he gathered his
materials for his next two classes, holding them over his crotch
to conceal his erection, and stumbled blindly to his first class,
knowing that Nona would be waiting for him at his American
History class.  Somehow, he got through the morning and, resist-
ing the temptation to skip American History, reluctantly seated
himself next to Nona.
     She grinned down at him, clucked her tongue and said, "I
guess the little baby just couldn't stay away from Nona, could
he?", and reached over under the table to firmly grip the inside
of his thigh just below his crotch with one big hand, massaging
it gently.
     His reaction was immediate as his penis grew stiff and hard
and those same sensations of pleasure coursed through his loins. 
She felt it and chuckled.  "Baby likes this, huh?" she whispered.
     "Nonie, please!" he whispered fiercely.
     She grinned at him and, with a little squeeze, removed her
hand.  "Okay, baby cakes," she agreed.  "But only if you promise
not to try to run away from Nonie.  Nonie's going to walk you
home after school; she'd walk you home at lunch, but the lunch
hour's too short and we have to go in different directions once
we get to the railroad tracks.  Okay?"
     Jerry looked at the floor.  "Okay.  Anything.  Just don't
maul me around any more.  Please?"
     She made a little kiss with her lips.  "Deal," she said
softly, "at least for right now."
     She was as good as her word.  After class she walked him to
his locker, and although he was uncomfortably conscious of her
massive figure looming over him, she made no attempt to tickle or
fondle him either on the way to his locker or as she left him to
go on to her own after telling him she would see him after lunch. 
Nor was she waiting for him when he emerged from the school. 
However, when he returned to his locker after lunch, she was
there, leaning against it with a little smile on her face that
made him feel like a canary about to be eaten by a cat.  He felt
himself tense as he walked up to her, his eyes barely level with
her broad shoulders.
     "You're early, baby," she told him.  "We've got a good
fifteen minutes before our first class.  Get your books and we'll
go down and sit at one of the school lunch tables.  That's where
all the steady couples go to snuggle before class."
     Jerry looked up at her, startled.  "Since when are we a
steady couple?" he asked.
     She chucked him playfully under his chin and moved away from
in front of his locker.  "Since I noticed how cute you are, baby
cakes," she replied.  "Now, be good and get your books so we can
go.  Unless, of course," she added, with a sly grin, "you'd
rather have Nonie get them for you and carry you down there."
     He put up his hands defensively and said hastily, "No, no. 
I'll go with you."  He retrieved the materials he needed for his
next class, winced as his free hand was gripped tightly in her
much bigger one and did his best to keep up with her long strides
as she pulled him along the hallway to the steps leading down to
the lower level hall where the school cafeteria was located.  It
was nearly deserted, with only a few couples seated at the long
tables at the other end of the hall.  Nona pulled a chair out
from the first table next to the wall, sat him in it with his
back to the wall, and then seated herself opposite him, sliding
her big hands under his upper thighs to grip them firmly and
gently massage his inner leg with her powerful fingers.
     Jerry shifted uncomfortably in his chair as he felt his
pants bulge from his returning erection.  "Nonie, please stop
that," he begged.  "You said you weren't going to maul me around
any more."
     She grinned down at him.  "Who's mauling you?  Nonie's just
feeling you up a little.  And don't try to tell Nonie you're not
enjoying this.  Your little dingus tells me you're loving every
minute of it."
     He flushed as he realized the truth of her words.  Yet the
sensations he was feeling, however pleasurable, were unfamiliar
to him, and thus more than a little scary.  "I don't know what
you're talking about, 'feeling me up'," he stammered, "and I
don't know what you're trying to do to me.  All I know is that I
want you to stop.  Please!"
     She gave him a strange look and removed her hands from his
thighs.  "Baby," she asked him, "hasn't anybody told you about
the facts of life?  Where babies come from and all that kind of
stuff?"
     He looked at the floor, his already red face feeling sudden-
ly hot as it turned an even deeper red.  "My--my father tried to
once, but I didn't understand it."
     She bit her lip, looking at him intensely.  "Haven't you
ever felt anything down there, between your legs?"
     "What do you mean?"
     "Like a momentary thrill of pleasure that starts with your
dingus and fills up your lower body."
     He hesitated.  "A few times," he admitted finally, "when I
was climbing a rope or a pole.  I--I didn't know what it was.  I
told my father about it, but he just said I shouldn't do those
things."
     "You mean you've never played with yourself, played with
your dingus?"  Her face showed disbelief.
     "Of course not!" he blurted, shocked, but unsure why.
     She grinned delightedly.  "Then you're a little virgin. And
probably only just starting into puberty, to boot.  That's
terrific!"  She gripped his thighs again, firmly.  "Don't worry,
baby cakes.  Nonie will teach you everything you need to know,
and then some.  And you're going to love it like nothing else
you've ever experienced before."
     He looked up at her nervously.  "I don't understand.  What
are you going to do to me?"
     She pursed her lips, thinking.  Then she said, "They say one
picture is worth a thousand words.  Let's see if Nonie can give
you a little taste of what's coming right now."  Still gripping
his thighs with both hands, she suddenly forced them up off the
chair and then pressing them hard together, trapping his erect
penis between them.  Jerry gasped in surprise and started to
stammer, "What...", but his protest died in a moan of pleasure as
he felt a strange tightness in his loins, and then a momentary
thrill of sheer ecstasy engulfed his lower body, convulsing him. 
As quickly as it came it was gone, leaving him weak and trembling
as he looked up at her, frightened and amazed.
     "What--what was that?" he stammered.
     Nona chuckled as she rose to tower, a seeming giantess, over
his seated figure.  "Just a little sample of what's in store for
you, baby cakes," she told him.  "Nonie's got lots more of those
for you, only they'll be a lot stronger and last a lot longer." 
She bent down to cup his chin in one finger. force his head back
and plant a light kiss on the tip of his nose.  "Time to go to
class, but I'll see you after school, baby.  And remember, Nonie
doesn't like to be kept waiting."
     Jerry sat for several seconds, his mind reeling and his
slender body quivering from the all too brief ecstasy he had
experienced, torn between the desire for more of what Nona had
promised him and a nagging fear of what she might be doing to his
body.  Finally he rose and walked unsteadily to class, arriving
just as the buzzer sounded.  The rest of the day was like a
dream.  Unable to concentrate, he moved from class to class like
a robot, his thoughts completely immersed in the decision he knew
he would soon have to make, until at the final bell he realized
that the day was ended and that Nona would be waiting for him.   
     It was then that he knew that somehow he had to escape her,
that the concern over what she might do to him was just too
great.  He hurried to his locker, gathered what he needed for the
evening's homework and, with a quick look around to make sure she
was not watching him, slipped out the back door and headed for
the deep woods behind the school, knowing that he could circle
around the edge of town and pick up the street to his home by
cutting through a lumber yard.
     It was difficult going through the woods, but at last he saw
the lumber yard across an adjoining field, and beyond it the
street which led home.  It was also the street which Nona would
be taking, to the railroad tracks two blocks up, where she turned
left to go to her own house, but the wide bend of the river
prevented further progress in the woods, so he would have to make
sure the street was clear before emerging from the lumber yard. 
He entered the field at a run, keeping low in the cover of the
tall grasses, which had remained full during the long fall
season, and reached the lumber yard in less than a minute,
keeping behind the high piles of boards so that he would be
concealed from the street beyond.  So intent was he on keeping
out of sight as he hurried through the yard that he failed to
hear the voices until, coming around one of the piles, he stumb-
led onto a group of five upper classmen, all of whom he immedi-
ately recognized as members of the school football team.  They
were all smoking cigarettes, and had obviously hidden themselves
in the lumber yard to avoid being caught breaking training.
     Cursing his bad luck under his breath, Jerry tried to duck
back out of sight, but one of the boys had seen him and, with a
yell, all five of them were upon him, circling the pile on either
side to prevent his escape.  Knowing he could not outrun them and
that his only means of escape would be back into the woods, he
dropped his books and waited until they surrounded him.
Resistance would be useless, he knew.  Each of the boys was close
to or over six feet and outweighed him by at least forty pounds.
     "Whatta you think you're doin' here, twerp?" one of the boys
demanded.
     "Just trying to get home from school," Jerry replied.
     "Goin' kinda far outa your way, ain'tcha?" the boy snarled. 
"What are you, some kinda spy for the coach?"
     Jerry shook his head.  "Look, I don't care what you're
doing, and I won't say anything to anyone.  I'm trying to avoid
someone, that's all.  That's why I came home this way.  If you'll
just let me go on we can all forget we saw each other."
     One of the other boys, a burly, blonde six footer, moved
forward to loom over Jerry.  "Yeah?  That so?  Well, maybe we
oughta make sure you don't say nuthin', like by givin' you a
taste of what'll happen to you if you do!"
     Jerry bit his lip, his mind racing.  "Look, I'm not a fight-
er," he said shakily, "and I have no doubt that any one of you
could beat me to a pulp if you wanted to.  I've already said I
won't say anything about this, and I know what any of you could
do to me if I did.  So what is there to prove?  If you beat me up
now, I'd have nothing to lose by telling everything, and I'd have
the lumps and bruises to prove it.  But if you let me go and I
say anything, it's my word against the five of you--nothing would
happen to you, and I'd be in deep trouble with all of you; it
would be just a matter of time before one or more of you got to
me."
     The boys looked at each other frowning.  "The twerp makes
sense," one of them said slowly.  Turning to look down at Jerry,
he asked, "Just who you runnin' away from, anyway?"
     Jerry flushed.  "I'd rather not say," he replied.  "It's got
nothing to do with this."  He hesitated.  "May I please go now?"
     The burly, blonde boy started to step aside, then stopped
and grabbed Jerry's upper arm in a bonecrushing grip.  "Hey, wait
a minute."  He motioned to a dark complexioned boy.  "Dave, this
twerp suddenly looks familiar.  Ain't this the new kid that big
Nonie's been foolin' around with the last couple'a days?"
     Dave scratched his jaw, grinning widely.  "By God, I think
you're right, Charlie," he replied.  "No wonder he's runnin', if
big Nonie's after him.  Shit, though, makes ya wonder what big
Nonie sees in such a skinny, little turd."
     One of the other boys snickered.  "Why don't we find out? 
Maybe he's bigger'n he looks."
     Another laughed outright.  "Yeah.  Let's take his pants and
see what he'd got between his legs.  Bet Nonie hasn't seen it,
yet, and we could always let her know if she's wasting her time."
     "Now wait a minute..."  Jerry tried to twist away from Char-
lie's grip on his arm, but Charlie simply pulled him forward and
then shoved him back into two of the other boys who pinned his
arms to his sides.
     "I'll get his pants," Charlie said.
     "No, you won't."  The voice that came from behind them was
deep and rich, and, to Jerry, familiar enough to cause his
stomach to sink.  The boys in front of him parted and turned to
face Nona, who was standing with her hands on her hips, her
powerfully muscled legs spread wide, several feet away.  "If
anyone is going to take his pants down, it's going to be me," she
added ominously, "and not in front of you thugs, either.  Let him
go.  Now!"
     The two boys holding Jerry released him quickly and stepped
forward to join the other three facing Nona.  Jerry shrank back
against the pile of lumber behind him.
     Charlie pursed his lips and then broke into a wide grin. 
"Hey, Nonie," he said slowly, "you don't really think you can
take all five of us, do you?"
     Her face was hard.  "You think I can't?" she asked tersely.
     Charlie spread his hands and began to move slowly toward
her, and the others followed suit until they had formed a wide,
curved line in front of her.  "Hey," he said again, "be reason-
able.  We was just havin' a li'l fun with the twerp.  Nuthin' to
get yer tits in a twit about.  Ain't that right, guys?"  He made
an expansive gesture with his left arm to his companions, and,
almost simultaneously lunged forward swinging his right fist in a
short, choppy arc at Nona's jaw.
     As quick as he was, Nona was ready.  She blocked the punch
with her right arm and met his lunge as the fingers of her right
hand closed around his throat, stopping him with a suddenness
that jarred him.  At the same time her left arm shot out to grip
Dave's throat in a similar stranglehold while her right foot came
up to take the boy between them in the stomach with enough force
to lift him off his feet and deposit him in a groaning, crumpled
heap several feet away.  Before anyone else could react, she
heaved both Charlie and Dave up off the ground, swinging them so
that their feet smashed into the remaining two boys, knocking
them sprawling on their backs, and then continued to lift Charlie
and Dave in an upward arc to slam their skulls together with a
sickening crunch above her own head.
     Spreading the two boys apart, but continuing to hold them by
their throats at arm's length with their feet dangling limply
over a foot in the air, she checked them briefly to ensure that
both were unconscious before dropping them contemptuously to the
ground.  Of the other three, the boy she had kicked in the
stomach was on his hands and knees facing Jerry, gagging, and the
remaining two were groggily staggering to their feet.  Nona
strode over to stand in front of the two boys, and then stepped
between them to put a big hand on top of each boy's head and bend
him forward.  Then she stooped, wrapped a massively muscular arm
around each boy's waist just above his hips and straightened,
lifting both boys to hold them, one tucked securely under each
arm, as easily as though they were sacks of feathers.  Still
groggy, each boy choked and started to writhe and twist in her
grip, but she ignored their efforts and carried them over to
stand in front of the third boy, where she turned and then
stepped backward to trap his neck between her huge, solid thighs
just above her knees.
     The fight had lasted only a few seconds, but Jerry could
only gape in awe at the incredible demonstration of brute
strength by which Nona had disposed of Charlie and Dave.  Now she
stood, holding the remaining three without apparent effort as
they struggled helplessly in her grasp, choking and sputtering
obscenities at her.
     She looked down at Jerry, grinning.  "You ok, buttercup?"
she asked him.
     Speechless, Jerry could only nod.
     "Good.  Sit tight for a minute and watch.  I think I'm going
to have some fun with these three, and teach them a little lesson
in the process."
     The boy tucked under Nona's right arm started to sob,
"Nonie, fer Chrissake, lemme go!  I wasn't gonna hurt the twerp!"
     "In due course, Bennie, boy," Nona replied.  She shifted her
grip on the two boys, moving them forward, and then began to
methodically slam their buttocks together in front of her.  Both
boys howled in pain and thrashed wildly about under her arms, but
could not dislodge her grip as she continued to bang them togeth-
er for about a dozen times.   The third boy, his neck trapped
between Nona's huge thighs, could only writhe helplessly and
choke out strangled protests as he watched four buttocks being
slammed together inches above his head.
     Finally, tiring of her sport, Nona said, "Time to put these
three to sleep."  Again shifting the two boys under her arms, she
slowly began to tighten her grip on them, constricting her
powerful arms until both boys could barely breathe.  At the same
time, she increased the pressure on the neck of the boy trapped
between her thighs, cutting off his air as well.  As all three
thrashed about helplessly in her grasp, mouthing silent, frantic
pleas for air, she continued to gradually increase the pressure
until their struggles grew weaker and they finally went com-
pletely limp.
     Jerry cringed in horror at this further demonstration of
Nona's unbelievable strength.  "My God, Nonie," he whispered at
last, "let them go!  You're going to kill them!"
     Nona chuckled and released her grip on the three boys,
stepping away as they collapsed, unconscious, on the ground at
her feet.  "No chance, baby," she told him.  "Nonie knows when
they've had enough."  She stepped forward and reached down to
place her big hands around Jerry's waist, her long fingers nearly
spanning his slender body, and lift him effortlessly off the
ground to hold him at arm's length in front of her, his face
nearly level with her own and his feet dangling almost a foot off
the ground.  "You know, baby," she added, "Nonie ought to turn
you across her knee and spank that cute, little backside of yours
for sneaking off the way you did.  On the other hand, maybe this
little episode has taught you that a cute, little guy like you
really does need a girl like me around to protect him, and, if
so, why, I'll forgive you this one time.  After all, I did come
on pretty strong to you, and I guess I can't blame you for being
scared of me."
     Jerry writhed helplessly in her grip as the pressure of her
thumbs on either side of his navel threatened to cave in his
stomach.  "Nonie, please!" he gasped.  "Put me down!"
     "Not quite yet, baby cakes," she replied. grinning.  "First,
you're going to give Nonie a little kiss, her reward for saving
you from those punks."
     Bending her arms, she brought him forward to press him
against her, his eyes just below her own, and then slid one arm
down to grip his buttocks and the other up his back to cup the
back of his head and force his lips to hers.  A squeeze on his
buttocks brought a gasp of surprise, and then her open mouth
captured his in a crushing french kiss.  He strained against her,
his hands pushing vainly against her shoulders and his feet
kicking wildly, but she seemed not to even notice his efforts as
she pressed him tightly to her, and her tongue explored the
inside of his mouth.  Then he began to feel those same, strange
sensations in his loins, and realized that his penis was stiff
and throbbing against her hard stomach.  She must have felt it,
too, for suddenly the pressure on his buttocks increased, and a
brief wave of ecstasy again engulfed him, seemingly made even
more intense by the force of her kiss and bringing a muffled moan
from his captive mouth.  
     And then Jerry felt as though a screw were being turned in
his stomach.
     Only after the feeling had subsided did Nona release him,
and as she lowered him slowly and easily to the ground, he found
himself clinging to her, his mind reeling.  "Nona," he quavered,
"what in God's name did you do to me?"
     She looked down at him and chuckled.  "Changing you from a
little boy to a little man, baby," she replied.  "Don't worry. 
What's happening to you happens to every boy--I saw it happen
with my brother last year.  It's perfectly natural.  Except, in
your case, Nona's going to make the experience one you'll never
forget, and give herself a little pleasure in the process."
     Jerry shook his head in wonderment.  "I--I don't know what
you're talking about," he confessed.
     "You will.  Now, Nona's going to take you home."  She bent
down, wrapped a single arm around his thighs and straightened,
lifting him to hold him easily against her hip.  "Ready?"
     Jerry struggled helplessly against the pressure of her arm. 
"Nonie, please!" he begged.  "You're not going to carry me home!"
     She laughed.  "Sure.  Why not?  I like carrying you.  You're
such a nice, little armful of a boy.  Every time I see you I just
want to pick you up and cuddle you to death!"
     "No, please!" he protested.  "Put me down, please!  Let me
walk!"
     "Promise not to try to run away from Nona?  Not that it
would do you any good.  With those short, little legs of yours,
Nona could catch you before you'd run a dozen yards."
     He nodded vigorously.  "I won't try to run away," he pro-
mised.  "Just don't carry me, please!"
     Nona reluctantly lowered him to the ground, took his small
hand in her much bigger one and, walking slowly so that he could
keep up, led him out of the lumberyard onto the sidewalk. 
Dwarfed by her powerful figure looming above him and self con-
scious about how he must have looked beside this giant Amazon,
Jerry said nothing, but walked quickly beside her, taking three
steps to her two, to reach home as rapidly as possible.  But they
saw no one, and it was getting dark when they halted in front of
his home.
     Not knowing what to say, he turned to go inside, but Nona
tightened her grip on his hand and suddenly pulled him against
her, releasing his hand to wrap one arm around his chest and the
other around his shoulders, lifting him to his toes and mashing
his small body tightly to hers, her big breasts pressing into his
throat.  As he looked up at her in surprise, her open mouth
descended to again capture his in a crushing french kiss that
literally took his breath away.  Barely able to breathe, he
squirmed helplessly in her embrace, his small hands pushing
futilely against her broad shoulders and massive biceps, but she
seemed not to notice his struggles as her parted lips mashed
against his and her tongue probed the inside of his mouth with
abandon.  Although gasping for breath, he felt completely envel-
oped by her massive body, a feeling not unlike that of a baby
snuggled in his mother's womb, and he suddenly realized that he
was enjoying that feeling.  When finally she released his lips,
she continued to hold him tightly against her, looking down into
his eyes with a small smile.
     "Baby," she said softly, "I think I could get used to
kissing those sweet lips of yours."
     "Nonie!" he whispered.  "Please!  I can't breathe!"
     She chuckled, bent her head to kiss him lightly on the tip
of his nose and released him.  His head reeling, he was forced to
cling to her for a moment, and when his mind cleared he realized
that he again had a throbbing erection bulging against the
pressure of his pants.  Nona saw it, too, and, with a tiny
chuckle, reached down to force her big hand between his thighs
and capture his erection along with his entire crotch in her
palm.  Jerry gasped and tried to pull away, but, to his amazement, 
she effortlessly lifted him to his toes and then, with her
free hand cupping the back of his head for support, raised him
completely off the ground so that his entire weight was resting
in the palm of her single hand.  She held him there for only a
second, then gently lowered him back to the ground and laughed
as, blushing a furious red, Jerry whirled and ran into the house.
     But his torment had just begun.  Each morning during the
rest of the week Nona would be at his locker, coming up silently
behind him to slide her powerful arms around his chest, lift him
bodily off the floor and nuzzle the back of his neck as her
fingers briefly probed the ticklish areas of his body and laughing 
as he convulsed in helpless laughter.  Whenever she would
pass him in the hallway, she would go out of her way to violate
him, squeezing his buttocks with a big hand, sliding a powerful
arm around his waist to tickle him briefly, or giving him a
little hug that left him breathless and trembling, and with that
same, telltale bulge in his trousers.  Once, when he was talking
in the hallway with one of the girls in his class, Nona
humiliated him by slipping up behind him, sliding a big hand
between his thighs to cup his crotch and lift him several inches
off the floor, and telling the girl, "Don't get any ideas, Barb. 
This little cutie belongs to Nonie!"  Finally, on the following
Friday, when she met him at his locker he mustered the courage to
beg her not to humiliate him in this way.
     "Why are you doing this to me?" he sobbed.
     She laughed and said, "Because deep down you like it, baby. 
Nonie can tell.  And Nonie really likes you.  Can't you tell?"
     "Not when you tickle me!  Please don't tickle me!  I can't
stand being tickled!"
     She chuckled, sliding her powerful arms around his waist
from behind him and pulling him back against her to gently nuzzle
his neck.  "After tonight," she told him softly, "you're going to
love it when I tickle you."
     He twisted his head around to look up at her.  "What--what
do you mean?  What's going to happen tonight?"
     She looked down at him fondly.  "Tonight, baby, I'm taking
you out, to a place where we can be alone.  And then I'm going to
teach you the facts of life."
     Jerry felt that hollow feeling return to his stomach.  He
tried to twist out of her embrace, but her massive arms were
immovable.  "What are you going to do to me?" he quavered.
     She nuzzled the top of his head.  "You'll see," she told
him, and, with a gentle pat on his rear, strode away.
     Jerry again found himself moving through the day as if in a
dream.  She was waiting for him in American History with a
knowing smile, but made no move to molest him during class.  At
noon he went home alone, and made sure he arrived back in school
just in time for the afternoon classes.  However, at the end of
the day when he returned to his locker, she was there waiting for
him to take him home, and he had no choice but to accompany her,
trying to keep up with her long strides until she slowed as they
neared his house.  In front of his house, she turned to face him
and placed both hands on his upper arms.
     "What time do you finish dinner?" she asked him.
     "About--about six thirty," Jerry answered hesitantly. 
"Why?"
     "Be out in front of your house at seven.  I'm taking the car
tonight, and I'll pick you up."
     Jerry looked up at her curiously. "How do you know you can
get the car tonight?  Besides, you're not old enough to drive!"
     She grinned down at him.  "I'm fifteen.  That's close
enough.  Remember who my dad is.  None of the cops in this town
would dare pull me over, as long as I don't do anything stupid. 
So I told the folks last night I was taking the car tonight. 
There won't be any problem."
     "You--you told them?"
     She nodded.  "That's right.  I told them.  Just like I'm
telling you, be out in front of your house at seven.  Unless, of
course, you want me to come in and carry you out bodily."
     Jerry blanched.  "My dad might have something to say about
that."
     She laughed outright.  "Your dad isn't much bigger than you
are.  You think he could stop me?  You keep forgetting who my dad
is."  Chucking him lightly under his chin, she added, "Don't make
it rough on yourself, baby cakes.  Just be there."  With that,
she turned and strode away.
     His mind reeling, Jerry went into his house and went directly 
to his room, staying there, his small body shaking, until
his mother called him for dinner.  Somehow he got through the
meal without arousing suspicion and then, when his watch showed
it was only a few minutes before seven, made an excuse to leave
the house.  As he emerged from his front door into the now
darkened street, precisely on time, Nona drove up in a Ford
sedan.  She pushed open the passenger side door and said, "Hi,
baby cakes.  Hop in."
     He hesitated.  "Where--where are you going to take me?" he
asked uncertainly.
     "You'll find out.  Now, get in.  Or do I have to come around
the car to get you?"
     "No--no!" he said quickly, and reluctantly got in the car
and closed the car door behind him, shrinking back against it as
hard as he could.  Nona looked across the seat at him and chuck-
led.  "What are you doing way over there, lover?" she asked. 
"Afraid of Nonie? Or just bashful?"
     Without waiting for an answer, she reached across the seat
with a single, big hand, slid it under his buttocks, lifted him
an inch off the seat and slid him across the seat to set him down
next to her.  Pivoting her big body to face him, she slipped a
powerfully muscled arm around his shoulders, forced her other
hand between his thighs to cup his crotch firmly in her palm,
massaging him gently as she lowered her open mouth to capture his
in another, crushing french kiss.  Instinctively he started to
struggle, even as he realized the futility of resistance, but
then his entire consciousness dissolved into another wave of that
same, delicious ecstasy, stronger than before but equally brief,
which engulfed his lower body and brought a muffled moan to his
imprisoned lips.  As it subsided, Nonie chuckled and released his
crotch and mouth and turned her big body to face the steering
wheel while she continued to press him against her with her right
arm around his shoulders.  As she reached over the wheel with her
left hand to shift into drive, her right hand pressed Jerry's
head firmly against her broad, right shoulder.
     "Did baby cakes like the little thrill Nonie just gave him?"
she murmured.  "Don't worry.  There's lots more where that came
from.  Bigger, better and longer.  Now you just snuggle up to
Nonie while she takes you to where she can really have some fun
with you!"
     She pulled away from the curb and started driving, but with
his head pressed against her shoulder and most of his face
covered by Nona's single hand, Jerry had no idea where they were
going.  He started to protest, but her hand quickly covered his
mouth and smothered his protest as she said softly, "Shush, baby! 
You'll find out where we're going when we get there.  For now,
just relax and enjoy snuggling up to Nonie."
     Suddenly that sensation of being completely enveloped by her
big body returned, and Jerry felt his body relax and mold itself,
almost in a fetal position, to hers.  His small hand moved to
tentatively caress her massive thigh, and he marvelled at the
steely hardness of the powerful muscles under her smooth, satiny
skin.  She grinned, and her arm tightened imperceptibly around
his shoulders.  Looking up at the strong lines of her jaw and
cheekbone above him, he whispered, "Nonie, you're so big and
strong.  I'm afraid you're going to hurt me."
     She glanced down at him with a reassuring grin.  "Don't
worry, baby cakes," she replied.  "Nonie won't hurt her little
baby.  Trust me.  What I'm going to do to you, before this night
is over you'll be begging me to do to you over and over again."
     Jerry shivered, but said nothing.  Although he could not see
where she was driving, he was aware that the glare of the street
lights no longer lit the interior of the car.  "We--we're leaving
town?" he asked uncertainly.
     "Uh huh," she said.  "I'm taking you out to our cottage on
the bay.  It's locked up for the winter, but it's still warm
enough to be comfortable.  And there'll be no one out there but
us, just you and me."
     "What are we going to do out there?"
     She chuckled.  "Nonie's going to give her little baby a
thrill like he's never had before.  You think those little
thrills I gave you before felt good?  They're nothing compared to
what you're going to get tonight."
     He shivered again, but said nothing as she suddenly turned
the car into a driveway and braked to a stop.  Releasing him, she
opened the door of the car, retrieved a small shoulder bag from
behind the seat, removed a key ring from it and slipped it's long
strap over her head so that it could hang under one arm.  Then
she reached into the car and, wrapping one powerful arm around
Jerry's chest and arms and slipping the other under and around
his thighs, she slid him past the steering wheel and then lifted
him bodily out of the car to hold him securely in her arms, both
his arms pinned to his sides.
     "Nonie!" he gasped, "what---"
     She laughed.  "Relax, baby cakes.  Don't waste your energy
trying to resist me.  You certainly should have learned by now
that I'm more than strong enough to do anything I want to with
you."
     "What--what are you going to do?"
     She nuzzled him affectionately.  "We're going to play a
little game, baby cakes," she told him.  "A little game of 'let's
pretend'.  We're going to pretend that we just got married, and
that I'm taking you to your new home.  And, since any self
respecting bride would carry her bridegroom across the threshold
of his new home and right up to bed to consummate their marriage,
that's exactly what I'm going to do with you."
     Jerry's face was a mixture of apprehension and puzzlement. 
"What--what do you mean, consummate our marriage?" he asked
tentatively.
     She threw back her head and laughed.  "Baby, cakes," she
said lovingly, "you're priceless!  I can see I'm going to have
lots of fun teaching you the facts of life."  Giving him a little
hug that took his breath away, she carried him easily to the
front door of the large summer home which all but blocked the
view of the dark bay beyond, unlocked it with the key she held in
the hand securing Jerry's legs and carried him inside, backing
against the door to close it behind her.  "No need to lock it,"
she murmured.  "No one's going to bother us out here this time of
year."  Jerry did not reply, but a faint stirring in his loins
confirmed what his emotions were already telling him, that he was
beginning to enjoy the feeling of smallness as he lay cuddled
against this giant, beautiful Amazon's massive chest, held
helpless in her powerful arms.
     A long staircase leading to the second floor was directly
inside the front door.  Continuing to hold him securely in her
arms, she carried him up the stairs to a large, fully furnished
bedroom and laid him gently down on the queen size bed.  As he
lay looking nervously up at her, she dropped the shoulder bag to
the floor next to the bed and sat down next to him, nearly
covering his entire stomach with a single, big hand.  "Now, baby
cakes," she said softly, "let's see if that soft, little body of
yours looks as delicious in the buff as it does under all those
clothes."
     "What!?!"  Jerry's eyes widened in fear and alarm, and he
tried to heave himself off the bed, but the pressure of Nona's
single hand held him securely in place.  He grabbed her wrist
with both his small hands, trying in vain to dislodge her grip on
his stomach.  "You're not going to--you wouldn't--you can't!" he
babbled almost incoherently.
     She chuckled.  "Looks like I'm going to have to do it the
hard way, baby," she told him.  "That's okay.  It's more fun that
way."
     Still holding him flat on the bed with her single, big hand,
she swung one leg over him to straddle his chest facing his feet,
and settled back to cover his face with her derriere, trapping it
in the cleft between her big, solid buttocks, muffling his
protests and nearly smothering him.  He tried to struggle, but
both his arms were pinned under her legs, and even if he had had
the strength to dislodge her heavy frame, he was unable to get
leverage enough to do so.  Reaching forward to grip one of his
ankles and then the other in a powerful grip, she calmly removed
his shoes and socks and dropped them on the floor next to the
bed.  Next she unbuckled his belt and slid his jeans down over
his hips, and, again gripping both his ankles in a single hand,
slipped them off and discarded them.  Finally, after snapping the
elastic band of his shorts against his stomach a couple of times,
she did the same with his shorts, leaving him completely nude
from the waist down.
     "Hmmm," he heard her murmur, "looks like you're small all
over, baby cakes.  Maybe we should make sure you've got enough
for Nonie."  He felt her take his penis between her thumb and
forefinger and roll it gently between them, then grip it firmly
in her big hand, producing shooting pangs of sheer ecstasy
throughout his lower body as she massaged it until it was erect
and throbbing in her hand.  Chuckling at the muffled whine that
came from under her buttocks, she told him, "You'll do just fine,
baby cakes."
     Shifting her weight off his face, she turned and settled
down on to straddle his stomach, her heavy frame mashing his
small body into the mattress.  She caught both his wrists and
forced them together so that she could grip them in a single hand
and force them back over his head.  Then, grinning down at him as
he gulped needed air into his tortured lungs, she calmly unbut-
toned his shirt with her free hand and slid it over his head and
arms, releasing his wrists just long enough to remove it completely 
and drop it on the floor next to the bed.  His undershirt
was next, leaving him completely nude beneath her.
     As he looked up at her in mingled fright and humiliation,
she leaned forward slightly and chucked him lightly under his
chin.  "That's better, baby," she said softly.  "Just one more
little job and you'll be ready for Nonie."
     "W--what?"
     She didn't answer him, but instead reached down to retrieve
the shoulder bag from the floor next to the bed and, opening it,
removed four heavy pads about six inches square with Velcro
strips on two sides, which she laid on Jerry's chest.  Gripping
one of his arms and then the other, she wrapped a pad around each
wrist.  Then, reaching again into the bag, she produced a pair of
handcuffs, and, as Jerry's eyes widened in horror, snapped one
end of the cuffs tightly around the pad on one of his wrists, ran
the short, padded chain around a heavy brass bar that formed the
base of the headboard and secured the other cuff around the pad
on his other wrist.
     "Nonie!" Jerry sobbed.  "What are you doing?  Why are you
doing this to me?"
     She leaned down and kissed him lightly on his nose.  "Don't
worry, baby cakes," she reassured him.  "Nonie's not going to
hurt you.  I just want to have both hands free for what I'm going
to do with you.  It won't be as much fun if I have to hold you
down with one hand while I tickle you with the other."
     "Huh?"  His eyes were wide with fear.  "You're gonna tickle
me?  No, please!  I told you before, I can't stand being tick-
led!"
     She laughed.  "You've never been tickled like I'm going to
tickle you, baby cakes," she told him.  "Before this night is
over, you're going to be begging me to tickle you."
     She got off him and, taking the remaining two pads and, from
the bag, a second pair of handcuffs with a short length of rope
tied to the chain, locked them around his ankles and secured the
rope to an identical brass bar at the foot of the bed, using the
rope to pull his body taut.  Then, as he writhed helplessly in
his bondage, she sat down next to him and laid a big hand on his
stomach, kneading his soft flesh gently.
     "Don't struggle too hard, baby cakes," she warned him. 
"Those pads should protect your wrists and ankles from being
chafed by the handcuffs, but only if you don't pull them off the
pads.  Besides, you can't get away.  Those cuffs are police
models I got from my dad, and the bars you're chained to are
solid brass.  You're not going anywhere until I'm finished with
you, and by then you won't want to go anywhere."
     Jerry was sobbing with terror.  "Please, Nonie, no!" he
begged.  "Please don't do this to me!  Let me go, please!"
     She put a hand over his mouth, cutting off his pleas. 
"Shush, baby," she warned him.  "I wouldn't want to have to gag
you, too.  Now, watch!"
     She straightened to loom above his prostrate figure on the
bed.  Then, slowly and sensuously, she undid her skirt, let it
drop to the floor, and unbuttoned her blouse, revealing for the
first time the massive "V" of her chest, full, solid breasts
unencumbered by a brassiere and a waistline that was a veritable
washboard of rippling muscle.  Grinning down at him, she took a
deep breath and raised both her arms to flex biceps larger than
baseballs that erupted under her smooth skin like twin peaks of
solid rock over lats that flared several inches beyond an already
impossibly wide chest.  The effect was awesome, an unbelievable
image of feminine muscularity, power, and beauty, and Jerry's
small body began to tremble violently as she lowered her arms and
crawled up on the bed to straddle his hips with her huge thighs.
     "Relax, lover, big Nonie's not going to hurt you." she
whispered, her voice suddenly hoarse, and bent down to gently
cover his face and neck with little, nibbling kisses while her
big hands kneaded and caressed his soft, slender body.  Jerry
gasped.  His trembling body was suddenly writhing, and moans of
desire--for what he did not know--escaped his lips as powerful
sensations of virginal ecstasy coursed through his loins from an
erect and throbbing penis that strained upward against the weight
of her womanhood.  Nona sighed softly and raised her hips to
gently massage its now slippery tip with her vulva as she continued 
to explore his helpless body with her hands and lips, and
Jerry, his entire body now seething with desire, strained upward,
seeking for reasons he did not understand to be completely
enveloped by those soft, firm folds of female flesh that were so
delicately titillating him.  Instead, Nona slid back to straddle
his legs and, as she bent down to capture and massage his throbbing 
organ against her hard, flat stomach and expand her oral
exploration to his chest and stomach with little bites, nibbles
and kisses, her fingers moved to lightly probe and poke the
sensitive areas of his armpits and ribs.  The effect was instant
and electric.  Jerry stiffened, and then his body was convulsing
in helpless, screaming laughter even as those powerful sensations
of desire threatened to explode within him.  He was blind, his
entire consciousness consumed by the delicious agony of mingled
ecstasy and ticklish torture being inflicted on his helpless
body, and the realization, almost impossible to believe, that he
did not want it to stop!
     He was vaguely aware, then, that her breathing was hard and
raspy, and of her 240 lbs. of solid, muscular femininity settling
over him, mashing his small body deep into the soft mattress and
enveloping his organ in the soft folds of her channel, as his
face was trapped between her firm breasts.  Her powerfully
muscled arms reached down to encircle his narrow chest so her
fingers could resume teasing his sensitive armpits and ribs as
slowly, with gradually rising rhythm, she worked herself up and
down on his throbbing shaft, sending strange, new sensations of
ecstasy, enhanced somehow by those teasing fingers poking and
probing his ticklish areas, pulsating through his helpless body. 
She shifted so that the nipple of one breast was mashed into his
mouth and hissed, "Suck me!", and he did, hard, and heard her
gasp and moan with pleasure.  He felt the soft folds of her
channel swell and tighten around his imprisoned organ, lifting
him toward a climax he could not comprehend, and his moans,
muffled by the pressure of her breasts against his mouth, became
pitiful whines of ecstasy.  Then her body stiffened, her arms
tightened around him, and he again heard her gasp and moan, once,
twice, and then a third time, and then his throbbing organ was
engulfed in a sea of wildly pulsating flesh.  His body exploded
in a blinding flood of sheer rapture that engulfed his entire
consciousness, carrying him to heights of ecstasy beyond anything
he had ever known and holding him there for what seemed an
eternity, only to subside and leave him limp and exhausted
beneath Nona's breathless, damp and heaving body.
     She rolled off him and onto her back beside him and laid
there for several moments, breathing deeply.  Then, lifting
herself on an elbow, she leaned over him to capture his mouth in
a long, loving kiss.  "Baby," she whispered, "was that as good
for you as it was for me?"
     "Oh, God, Nonie!"  His mind was whirling in confusion, and
he barely heard the words pouring out of his mouth.  "It was so
wonderful!  I've never felt anything like that before!  I wanted
it to go on forever!  What did you do to me?"
     She gave a low laugh.  "That's how babies are made, lover,"
she told him.
     His eyes widened.  "Did--did we just make a baby?"
     She laughed again.  "No, I've taken all the right precautions, 
so you don't have to worry about that!"  She nuzzled his
cheek.  "But I'll tell you this much.  It was the best I've ever
had.  You may not be the biggest, but you sure are the best!"
     "Have--have you done this very many times before?"
     She looked at him archly.  "That's really not a question
you're supposed to ask a lady, baby!"  Then, as his face showed
chagrin at her rebuke, she added, "But you're so innocent, I'll
tell you.  Sure, I've done it a few times, with a couple of guys. 
But I don't think they enjoyed it as much as you did.  I know I
didn't...enjoy it as much as with you, I mean!"
     He bit his lip, suddently shy.  Then, suddenly, the words
were blurted.  "Would you do it to me again?  Please?"
     "Mmmmm.  You can bet I'm gonna do it to you again.  But I'd
better give you a little rest first, while I play with your
little body."  She grinned.  "We probably ought to get those
cuffs off you.  I don't think we're gonna need them the next time
around!"
     Reaching down to the bag next to the bed, she produced a key
and quickly unlocked the handcuffs, removed them and the protec-
tive pads from his wrists and ankles and returned them to her
bag.  Then, as he reached up to put his arms around her neck, she
kissed him lightly and rose off the bed.  "Gotta use the bathroom, 
lover," she told him.  "You probably do, too.  There's
another bathroom down the hall."
     He suddenly realized she was right and, with a sheepish
grin, rolled off the bed, found the second bathroom and relieved
himself.  As he re-entered the bedroom, Nona, who was waiting for
him, slipped up behind him, stooped to wrap her massive arms
around his waist and then straightened, lifting him bodily off
the floor and nuzzling his neck and ear.  To his amazement, the
feeling of her powerful arms around him and the pressure of her
big body against him began to rekindle his desire, and he leaned
his head back against her shoulder and twisted around to look up
at her larger than life features nestling on his shoulder.
     "Tickle me?" he asked plaintively.
     She laughed softly, and her probing fingers found his sides
and briefly titillated his armpits and ribs, arousing his passion
and snapping his penis erect even as he collapsed against her in
helpless laughter.  Then he was lowered to his feet, and, with
her big hands almost completely encircling his slender waist, she
turned him to face her.
     "Like being tickled now, huh?" she chuckled.
     "When you do it to me I do," he whispered.
     She laughed again, and, with her hands still firmly about
his waist, effortlessly lifted him to hold him high in the air at
arm's length above and in front of her, tilted forward to keep
his head from banging the ceiling.  "How 'bout when I do it this
way?" she asked, and suddenly each of her forefingers was tracing
little circles around his ribs while the remaining fingers of her
hands held him securely in place.  He gasped in surprise, and his
body involuntarily stiffened and then thrashed about helplessly,
giggling wildly in response to her probing touches.  Finally she
brought him close to her and slid him down her naked body until,
when his eyes were slightly below her own and his feet dangling
just below her knees, she moved one hand down to cup both his
buttocks and press his throbbing erection against her hard, flat
stomach.  Her open mouth captured his, and his arms went around
her neck in sweet surrender to her embrace.
     "I think," she murmured through his parted lips, "you're
primed for seconds already."
     "Oh, Nonie!" he breathed in reply, "You're so STRONG!"
     She backed her head away to look down at him archly.  "Is
that the only thing you like about me?  My muscles?"
     "Of course not!"  He flushed and lowered his eyes, almost
demurely.  "You're so tall, so big--and so beautiful!  And so
wonderful!  I--I love the things you do to me!"
     She pursed her lips.  "You sure didn't love the things I did
to you in school this week," she mused.
     "I--I don't feel that way any more."
     "Even when I pick you up and play with you in public?"
     He bit his lip, hesitating.  "I love it when you pick me up
and hold me in your arms," he whispered.  "I--I feel so small and
safe in your arms.  I just wish..."  His voice trailed into
silence.
     "What?  What do you wish?"
     He looked up at her pleadingly.  "I--I just wish you wouldn't 
do it to me in public," he said finally.
     She threw back her head and laughed.  Carrying him to a
small loveseat in one corner of the bedroom, she sat down on it,
placed him on her lap and pulled him tightly against her, his
shoulder tucked securely under her armpit, his one arm pinned
behind her back and his head pressed firmly against her broad
shoulder.  "Don't worry, baby," she told him softly.  "I was just
priming you for tonight.  I knew what I did embarrassed you, but
I could also tell that you secretly loved it.  By now the whole
school knows you belong to me.  I'm gonna cuddle you and protect
you, and that shouldn't embarrass you 'cause everyone knows
you're like a little baby compared to me.  And," she added, with
a grin, "I'm gonna bang you every chance I get!  Ok?"
     He sighed and reached up to slide his free arm around her
neck.  "Whatever you say," he whispered.
     She bent her head to kiss him lightly on the tip of his
nose.  "I'm glad you're getting the picture, baby," she murmured,
"'cause there's one other thing you have to know."
     "What--what's that?"
     She cupped his chin and pushed his head back, forcing him to
look up at her.  "When I said you belong to me, baby," she told
him evenly, "that's exactly what I meant.  You're mine, all mine. 
I'm the boss.  Whenever you get out of line, or if I ever catch
you so much as looking at another girl, I'll turn you over my
knee and give that cute, little behind of yours a spanking so you
won't be able to sit down for a week!  Understood?"
     "Whatever you say," he whispered again.
     He felt her big hand force itself between his thighs to
gently encompass his entire crotch and massage him intimately. 
"In that case, little one," she murmured, "what Nona says is that
it's time for seconds.  And maybe a third and a fourth, if you're
up to it--and you'd better be!"
     He smiled and snuggled close to her as she rose and, holding
him cradled securely in her powerful arms, carried him back to
the bed.  "I was beginning to wonder," he sighed, "if you were
ever going to get around to that!"