___________________________________ This is adult material and should not be read by anyone under the age of eighteen. This story is a sequel to the story Shane Meets His Destini, but I don't think you have to read that story to enjoy this one. I wrote both of these stories on commission. If you enjoy my writing style and you have a personal strong girl fantasy that you'd like to see turned into a full story (And who doesn't?), let me know and perhaps we can make a deal. You can get in touch with me at sonofjackwell@gmail.com Or if you'd simply like to comment on this of any of my other stories, please email your comments to sonofjackwell@gmail.com I love to read your comments because I like knowing what kinds of stories you enjoy reading. ___________________________________ "Come on, man, it's been weeks since we've all gone out together." "I'm sorry, Bruce, but Destini and I have other plans that we just can't break. Maybe we can all get together next weekend." Shane was talking to Bruce, his best friend for the last ten years. Bruce called to see if Shane and his girlfriend Destini would like to spend time with him and his girlfriend Janice this weekend. Shane was in the middle of disappointing his friend. "I don't know if you remember, buddy, but the whole reason Janice and I helped get you and Destini together was because she was already friends with Janice. We figured that if you two hit it off, we could all spend more time together." "I know, Bruce, and I appreciated it. Haven't I already thanked you, like, a thousand times for introducing me to Destini? I'm crazy about her. I mean, I've never felt this way about a woman before." "Well ... man, it's hard to stay annoyed with you when you sound so happy," said Bruce. "But seriously, pal, let's really try to all get together next weekend, okay?" "Okay, Bruce, we'll try." said Shane. "And, Bruce, thanks for understanding." "Sure, bud, I remember what it's like to be at the start of a new relationship. You don't want to share the world with anyone but each other. Just try to remember your BFF once in awhile." "You got it. I'll talk to you soon." As Shane hung up the phone, he heard a familiar voice behind him. "Did you get rid of him?" The voice sounded like liquid honey. It was a voice that Shane had come to cherish in the last six weeks. It was a voice he most wanted to hear. It was a voice that he learned to obey. "Yes, I got rid of him, but, honey, do you think that maybe we could try to get together with Bruce and Janice next weekend?" "Aw ... does my little man miss his playmate?" Destini asked. "Well, yeah," replied Shane, "He is my best friend." "I'll think about it," said Destini. Shane knew that this was the best he could hope for. He understood that Destini was boss. He knew that he couldn't change that fact even if he wanted to, and it was certain that he didn't want to. Shane loved Destini, and he loved her domineering ways. He loved her strength ... her power. He also knew that his friend Bruce would never fully understand the relationship he had with Destini. Shane had never been the kind of guy who let a woman tell him what to do. On the other hand, Shane had never met a woman like Destini before. Just like Bruce said, it was him and his girlfriend Janice that were responsible for getting Shane together with his Destini. Destini worked as a sales rep in the same office as Janice. When Bruce first told Shane about her, she sounded almost too good to be true. According to Bruce, Destini was beautiful, sweet, smart, ambitious and fun to be around. Shane was skeptical until Bruce showed him a picture of her. One thing he didn't mention about Destini was that she was black. Shane, Bruce and Janice were all white. Of course, that didn't make a difference to Shane. After only one date, Shane could feel himself beginning to fall. This was despite the fact that they did not get intimate other than sharing one passionate, toe-curling goodnight kiss. They seemed like the perfect couple. He was twenty-eight years old, an even six feet tall and weighed one hundred and eighty pounds. He was serious about his career, ambitious and competitive. He was also handsome and worked out regularly. Destini was five feet, four inches tall and weighed one hundred and twenty-five pounds. She had a tight and sexy body which she obviously took great care of. Her arms were fit and toned, her tummy was flat and taut, her ass was round and tight, her legs were muscular and shapely, her skin was satin smooth, flawless and a beautiful caramel and her breast were big and soft but firm. She had a delicately beautiful face with the sexy body of a top fitness and bikini model. The only thing that had him wondering after that first date was something that Destini said. She said that she scared most men off when they get to know her. Shane figured that the men she went out with in the past must have been intimidated by her combination of beauty, brains and ambition. However, Shane considered himself a real man who was more than up for the challenge On their second date when they couldn't control their mutual attraction for each other any longer, Destini told Shane her secret. She was strong. She was very, very strong. Even though she was petite and delicate looking, she was actually much, much stronger than Shane. It wasn't even close according to Destini. Shane didn't believe her until Destini reached out and lifted him off the ground with one hand. After that she demonstrated a small fraction of her power by snapping some wooden baseball bats in two with a flick of her wrists. She then bent an aluminum bat into a V. Since that first night, to Shane's utter delight and amazement, Destini was demonstrated her superhuman strength for him many times in many different ways. Destini was delighted to discover that her incredible strength turned Shane on. He was intimidated""even frightened""by it to be sure, but he was even more aroused. Shane's fear and attraction to her strength awakened something in both of them. Shane discovered that he enjoyed being dominated by a woman that was his undeniable superior. Destini discovered that she liked the feeling of power that Shane's submission and devotion gave her. She discovered that she liked knowing that she could tell him what to do and that he would do it. And what she liked the most was knowing that Shane liked it too. That's one of the reasons that they didn't spend as much time with Bruce and Janice as the other couple wanted. Destini liked dominating Shane, and Shane liked being dominated by her. But neither one were very anxious to share that fact with the rest of the world. It was private, and they wanted to keep it that way. The feeling of power and confidence that Shane's subservience gave Destini affected her in other ways as well. Before meeting Shane, Destini was the second most successful sales rep at her company despite being new there. In the last six weeks she became the number one sales rep by a wide margin. Last month, Destini was responsible for forty-seven percent of all sales for the entire company. If she kept up this pace for the next year, which she had no doubt that she could do, she would be able to march into the office of the company's CEO and demand to be made a full partner. Destini looked at Shane with a saucy grin and said, "But for right now, what do you want to concentrate on, how much you miss Bruce or making love to your hot, sexy girlfriend?" Shane took a step towards Destini. "Let's see ... I think I'll choose option number two." "I thought you'd say that," said Destini. They were in Shane's living room at the time. Destini walked over to her bigger but weaker boyfriend and grabbed him roughly and tossed him through the air to the couch on the other side of the room. She walked over to the coffee table in front of the couch that she had tossed him over and jumped up on it. She began to sway her hot, tight body sexily back and forth. Her seductive movements drove Shane insane with desire. He began to get up so that he could pull her down to the couch, but Destini was not ready to come down from her pedestal. She reached down and pushed his chest with one figure. This sent him flying back to the couch. Her rough behavior hurt a little, but Shane didn't complain. He was willing to suffer minor pain if it meant witnessing Destini's minor displays of her awesome strength. Besides she was careful not to cause him any real pain. "Don't leave that couch again until I give you permission to get up," Destini warned her boyfriend. "Yes, ma'am," Shane responded. Destini then began to perform a sexy striptease. Every item of clothing that she slowly peeled away she did so in a way that heightened Shane's anticipation of seeing his beautiful girlfriend's unclothed and luscious body. As she stripped for him, Destini continued to move her body like a seductive, hypnotic snake. Finally when she slithered out of her bra and revealed her big, firm breasts, he couldn't take it any longer! She was down to just a lacey pair of red panties. She turned her back to him and wiggled her lovely, round ass for him. He felt as if his balls would explode at any second. He reached out his arms for her, and began to stand up again. Shane wanted his Destini; he needed his Destini. "Did I give you permission to stand up?" Destini asked Shane in a mock-stern voice. "N-no, h-h-honey, b-but p-p-please, baby, I ... I neeeed you," Shane pleaded. "Sit back down," Destini demanded. "D-do I h-have to?" Shane whined. "Of course, little man, you have to do whatever I tell you to do. Otherwise I might punish you." When Destini threatened to punish Shane, she didn't mean that she would hurt him. She meant something far worse. She meant that she would torture him by making him wait an extra two or perhaps even four more minutes before she would allow him to worship her amazing body. Shane sat down again without hesitation. Destini continued her irresistible dance. She watched as the beads of sweat formed on Shane's forehead. She could see the torture in his eyes. He wanted to grab her, to possess her, but he was too afraid to disobey. Destini loved driving Shane wild like this. She knew that it would only make their eventual love-making that much more passionate. She could see the huge bulge in Shane's pants. She could feel her own pussy getting moist. "Take out your cock and stroke it for me," she demanded. Shane immediately did what he was told. Watching Shane gaze at her spellbinding, beguiling gyrations as he stroked his cock made Destini lick her lips. She wanted that cock in her mouth. She wanted to swallow and taste his cum as it oozed down her throat. Unlike Shane, Destini didn't have to wait for permission to have whatever she wanted. She jumped down off that coffee table. She casually reached behind her with one hand and tossed the heavy and expensive Brazilian oak coffee table across the room with such force that it shattered against the stone fireplace. "Let's dance," she said to Shane in a low, throaty voice. Before he could jump to his feet, Destini reached down and grabbed him roughly by his collar and pulled him up to her. She pressed her mostly naked body p to his. He could feel her big naked tits against his chest. Her erect nipples were poking him. She pulled him in tight with her impossibly strong arms and kissed him passionately. All that combined with the dance/torture that she had just put him through was enough to make him spill his spunk. Destini was the only woman that Shane had ever known who could play his body with such skill and ease. And he wasn't disappointed to ejaculate so early in the proceedings because he knew that Destini would have him cumming again before long. Since his cock was outside of his pants, his milky man-juice sprayed onto Destini's flat tummy. She stepped back and said, "My goodness, slick, look at what you had for me." She reached down with her hand and scooped up a handful of Shane's cum off her smooth skin and began to lick it off her hand. "Yummy ... ." She said in a dreamy voice. Without further ado, Destini tore all of Shane's clothes off, tossed him into the air (It's a good thing that Shane's living room had a high ceiling.), and caught him with both hands on his naked ass. She then pulled his cock into her mouth and began sucking it. Within four seconds his cock was rock hard again. She continued sucking his cock until he came in her mouth and she loudly slurped down every drop. Destini then carried Shane into his bedroom and tossed him onto the bed. She peeled off her lacey panties and jumped into bed next to him. She told him to cover her body with licks and kisses. Shane was grateful for the opportunity to orally worship Destini's killer curves this way. As he did he whispered, "Destini, you're so sexy," and "Destini, your body is so beautiful. Your skin is so smooth and soft. Your tits are so big and squeezable. Your ass is so firm and round. Your muscles are so supple and strong. Your tummy is so flat and sexy." As he said these things, Shane could feel himself becoming more and more turned on and falling deeper and deeper in love. When he finally worked his way down to her pussy with his lips, Destini wrapped her long, sinuous legs gently around Shane's head and asked, "What do you think of my wet pussy?" "I love your wet pussy," Shane replied, "I worship your wet pussy." "I love hearing you say that," said Destini, "But I'd love it even more if you used your moist tongue to show me rather than just talking about it." Shane began to worship Destini's pussy with his tongue. By the time he finished, he'd given her three crashing orgasms and the entire lower half of his face was saturated with Destini's love juices. Shane was exhausted, but Destini was just getting warmed up. "Rest up, my weak little man," she said. "I'm going to let you sleep for a little while, but when I wake you back up, I'm going to wear you out again." "Okay, honey, but try to remember that I don't have your strength and endurance," Shane pleaded. "I know, poor baby," Destini said and she pulled Shane close to her and let him rest his weary head on her ample breasts. "You're my sexy supergirl," Shane whispered in Destini's ear as he drifted off to sleep, "And I love yoooou." Destini kissed him tenderly on the tp of his head and said, "I love you to, and my sexy, super strong body is all for you, baby. All for you." Destini woke Shane up an hour later and demonstrated her amazing stamina by tossing him around as she fucked him several more times. If Shane had not been in very good shape he wouldn't have had the strength to get out of bed in the morning. The next day was Saturday, and the thing that Destini and Shane had planned was a backyard barbeque with Destini's five older brothers and their wives. Shane had met three of Destini's brothers before, and they got along well together. The brothers he had met were named Danny, Derek and Dominic. The two brothers he hadn't met were both famous athletes. Dwayne was an all-pro defensive tackle for the Green Bay Packers. Darwin was a professional wrestler whose professional name was Darwin, the Ultimate in Male Evolution. All five of the brothers were big. Dwayne, who was the youngest, was six feet, six inches and weighed two hundred and ninety-five pounds. Darwin was six feet, eight inches and weighed three hundred and forty ponds. Danny, Derek and Dominic fit somewhere in-between these two. All five brothers were handsome. They were all getting together at oldest brother Dominic's house. They were celebrating because it was rare for both Darwin and Dwayne to be in town at the same time. Destini was the youngest of the siblings, and Dwayne and Darwin were closest to her in age with Dwayne being two years older than her and Darwin being three. When Shane and Destini arrived, Dwayne and Darwin were already hanging out with the other brothers in the back yard. When Destini saw them she ran over and hugged both of them. She then lifted them up with an arm under their rear ends and picked them up high off the ground. The site of a five foot, four inch young woman lifting two such big men was impressive, but Shane had seen Destini perform much more incredible feats of strength. "Put us down, crazy woman," Dwayne said good naturedly. Destini put them down, but said, "What? Don't either of you ever think that you're too big for me to pick up." "We know, sis," said Darwin. "But just before you got here, I was telling Dwayne that I'd been working out extra hard lately. He said that he had been too. We think that maybe we can take you now." "Dream on," laughed Destini. "No, we're serious," said Dwayne. Destini went over to the nearest picnic table, sat down and said, "Fine. Put up or shut up." She put her elbow on the table in an arm wrestling position. Shane wondered how either brother though that they had even half a chance against Destini. They were big, but he'd seen her do things with her strength that he would have considered impossible before. He'd seen her lift cars over her head. Dwayne and Darwin walked over to the table, but neither one of them sat down. Dwayne stood on the other side of Destini's upraised hand and wrapped both of his big hands around her tiny-by-comparison fist. Then Darwin wrapped his even bigger hands around Dwayne's hands. Shane could see that this was not going to be an ordinary arm wrestle. Apparently both brothers were going to use the strength of their entire big muscular bodies to try to pull down just one of Destini's arms. "Start pulling whenever you're ready," said Destini. Both men began to pull. Their muscles bulged as they strained to move Destini's single arm. Dominic's wife June-Bug walked out of the house. "What did I miss?" she asked. Derek's wife Tara filled her in. "Destini just got here and right away Dwayne and Darwin challenged her." June-Bug laughed. "Shoot! Don't those two fools ever get tired of being humiliated by their baby sister? They're never going to beat her." Both men were struggling mightily to pull down Destini's single arm. "Is that all you've got?" Destini asked in a mocking tone. Both men hunkered down and redoubled their effort. Destini's arm did not budge. They might as well have been trying to pull over a sturdy oak tree. They both grunted and groaned and pulled with all of their considerable strength. Finally, Destini said, "Damn, you two are weak, and this is boring. She suddenly slammed her arm on the table and pulled both men off their feet in the process. Dwayne and Darwin ended up being thrown the length of the table and landing on the ground beyond. "Anyone else care to try?" Destini asked. There were no takers. Destini's other three brothers knew that if it had been all five of them against Destini's one arm, the outcome would have been the same. They couldn't figure out why Dwayne and Darwin bothered. They were never going to be even half as strong together as Destini was by herself. Shane's chest swelled with pride and his dick swelled with something else as he thought about how lucky he was to get to fuck such a beautiful and impossibly super strong woman. Destini introduced Dwayne and Darwin and their wives to Shane. Shane told the brothers, "I've watched both of you on TV, and I have to say that I'm a fan." Dwayne responded by saying, "Listen, Shane, if you can handle being Destini's boyfriend, then it's us who should be fans of you." "Well ... I don't know if I can claim to 'handle' Destini, but I sure do love her, and I sure consider myself lucky to have her in my life." Dwayne's wife Stephanie punched her husband on the arm. "Why don't you ever say sweet things like that about me?" she challenged. Destini went up to Shane and put her arm around his and said, "He's a very special guy, and he's all mine. And he better stay all mine if he knows what's good for him." Shane smiled at this. He knew what was good for him. He knew. The rest of the afternoon was pretty uneventful. After supper, several of them played croquet on the lawn. Destini won by a wide margin. When Darwin accused her of cheating, Destini threatened to show him some of her own wrestling moves. He shut up. This was another aspect of Shane and Destini's relationship. Whenever they competed at anything, Destini would slaughter him. At first this bothered Shane because he was a very competitive guy. It started out the first time they played tennis together. They decided to play best two out of three sets. Destini won the first two sets 6-0, 6-0. Most of the individual games in each set were shutouts. When Destini was serving, Shane was lucky to even touch the ball with his racket. Next, they tried golf. Destini had never played golf before so Shane was sure he'd have the advantage. They played eighteen holes. Destini shot a thirty-one. When they tried bowling, Destini scored 289 on the first game and two perfect 300 scores after that. When Shane challenged Destini to a game of one on one basketball ... well, the less said about that the better. Then Shane heard the myth that black people couldn't swim. He didn't really believe such a ridiculous story, but by this time he was desperate enough to try anything. He challenged Destini to a swimming completion. She ended up blowing both Shane and that racist stereotype out of the water. Seeing as how Destini could press SUV's over her head, Shane didn't bother to challenge her to a weight lifting contest. And he didn't dare challenge her to a wrestling or boxing match for fear that she might accidently put him in the hospital. When Destini could see that her vast physical superiority was getting to Shane she had a little talk with him. They were on a nature hike at the time. "I know it bothers you that I win at everything, baby, but that's just the way it is." When Shane seemed to take issue with this statement, Destini said, "Baby, you might as well get used to the fact that you are NEVER going to win against me in ANY physical competition. I'm just too strong, too fast and too skilled for you." Shane still didn't seem satisfied with this. Destini asked him, "What about the women you dated before me?" "What about them?" Shane asked. "Could any of them compete with you physically?" she asked. "No," replied Shane. "Did you think any less of them because of it? Did you like them any less? Did you find them any less desirable?" "Well ... no," Shane admitted. "So don't let it bother you that I'm so physically superior to you. If you let it get to you, it's just going to make you crazy. The truth is you could never hope to even come close to competing with me on a physical level. I'm just sooo much better. You don't stand a chance against me." "I know," admitted Shane. "Do you really?" asked Destini, "Because I can do this." She went over to a large boulder that was just off the nature trail they were hiking on. The boulder looked like it weighed about five hundred pounds. Destini picked it up with one hand and tossed it thirty feet and caught it like it was made of paper. Then she punched it with her other hand and instantly turned that solid stone into rubble. "And I can do this," she said. She walked over to a fifty year old oak tree and wrapped her arms around it and began to pull up. It took some effort, but far less effort than it should have taken for Destini to uproot that massive tree. "But I can also do this." Destini threw Shane over her shoulder and set off into the woods until she found and isolated clearing. Then she stripped off all her clothes and "requested" that Shane do the same. Once they were both naked, she threw Shane onto the ground and jump on top of him. They made sweet, tender love until it started to get dark. When it was all over, Destini kissed Shane on the cheek and asked, "Now ... don't you think that losing a few unimportant competitions is a fair trade off for the rest of what I can do?" "Yes," Shane replied. Besides, I know you hate to lose, but at the same time I know that it turns you on knowing that I can beat you at everything""and I mean EVERYTHING""is that right?" Shane smiled begrudgingly. "Yes." The next day he asked her if she wanted to play chess. She defeated him in eight moves. Then they made love for four hours. After the barbeque at Dominic's, Shane and Destine were back at Destini's apartment in bed together. Destini snuggled her lovely naked body into his and kissed him even more passionately than usual. After Shane's toes stopped curling he asked, "Wow! What did I do to deserve that?" "That's just for being extra sweet and sexy," she said, "And for being so great around my family. Since momma and daddy died, my brothers and their wives are the only family I have." "It was easy being great around your family. They're all so nice." Shane smiled. "I can tell you that your brothers are a hell of a lot nicer than my brother. That's for sure." Destini sat up in bed. "Wait ... you have a brother? Why haven't you introduced us? Why haven't I ever heard of him?" "I've mentioned by brother before," Shane said. "No ... I would have remembered a brother," Destini said. "Does he live far away?" "Uh, no ... he lives in this city," Shane replied. "WHAT? Why haven't you introduced us? Are you ashamed of me or something?" "Oh God no, Destini, how could you even think such a thing. It's just that Ryan and I are very different. We've never gotten along very well." "When's the last time you saw him?" Destini asked. "It's been four or five years, I guess." "Four or five years?" Destini was appalled at this. It was inconceivable to her that someone would not see their own brother in four or five years when they lived in the same city. "I want you to call him tomorrow and arrange to meet him someplace next Friday night. And I want you to introduce him to me." "Destini, I really don't think that's such a great idea," Shane pleaded. "Oh, I'm sorry," said Destini, "Did you somehow get the idea that I was making a request? Call your brother tomorrow. That's an order!" Shane knew he better comply "or else". For the rest of the night, Shane was rather sullen and quiet. Destini understood. She knew that he was going to do what she told him to do. There was no need for her to press the issue. When Shane decided not to spend the night, Destini didn't object. What Destini didn't know and what Shane was reluctant to tell her was that Ryan who was two years older than Shane, was very abusive to Shane throughout their childhood. Ryan constantly tormented his younger brother, instead of things getting better as they got older, things only got worse. Shane knew that Ryan had always been jealous of him. Shane was popular and made good grades in school. He was class president all four years of high school. Ryan was not a very good student, and most people thought of him as kind of a jerk. The only advantage Ryan had over Shane was that he was bigger and stronger, and he used that to make life miserable for Shane. One of the reasons that Shane and Bruce were so close is that in college, Shane was reluctant to go home for breaks and holidays, so Bruce would invite Shane to come home and stay with his family. When Shane called his brother the next day, he was shocked that Ryan seemed glad to hear from him. He didn't sound like the abusive brother that Shane remembered from childhood. When Shane told Ryan that he had a woman that he wanted Ryan to meet, his brother seemed genuinely pleased. They decided to meet and a pub that they both knew. By the time Friday night rolled around, Shane was cautiously optimistic. He and Destini arrived a little early. There were some pool tables at the pub so Shane and Destini decided to play a couple of games. The first game Shane broke but didn't sink any balls on the break. Then Destini ran the table. In the second game, Destini broke. She sank three balls on the break and then ran the table before Shane even got a turn. By now it was about twenty minutes after they time Shane and Ryan had agreed to meet. Shane was starting to think that Ryan might be a no-show. He shared his fears with Destini. "Why wouldn't he show up?" asked Destini. Shane shared a little of his and Ryan's history. He didn't tell her that Ryan used to beat him up once a week just for exercise, but he did tell her that Ryan had always been jealous of him. "Oh ... ," said Destini thoughtfully. "What?" asked Shane "I was just thinking that if Ryan has always been jealous of you, it might bother him to see you with such a smokin' hot girlfriend. I mean let's face it ... " She waved her hand over her body with flare. "This is a lot to be jealous of. If I knew about your history, I wouldn't have dressed as sexily as I did." It was true. Destini was wearing a simple outfit of cutoff jean shorts and a simple cream colored tank top that was skin tight and showed off every curve of her upper body to perfection. Its color perfectly offset her beautiful caramel skin color. "You do look great," Shane agreed, "But c'mon, honey, you'd look great in a burlap sack." Destini flashed Shane her most dazzling smile which always made his heart melt a little. "Sweetheart," she said, "You always say the sweetest things""accurate, but sweet." She leaned in and brushed her lips against his when a loud voice rang out. "Is that my little brother Shano engaged in a public display of affection?" Ryan was the only person in the world who called Shane "Shano". When they were kids it bugged the hell out of Shane. Now, after not seeing his brother for so long, it sounded kind of nice. Shane didn't realize until that moment how much he'd missed his brother. "Ryan!" Shane cried as he put out his out hand to shake. "Aw, you can do better than that," Ryan said as he moved in and gave Shane a big hug. Shane could hardly believe this was the same Ryan that he grew up with. Destini could see the family resemblance. Ryan's features were rougher than Shane's. His brow ridge was thicker, and he had a unibrow over his eyes. He was a three or four inches taller than Shane and outweighed him by thirty to forty pounds. Ryan was more muscular as well. Destini could see how Ryan could come off as intimidating to most normal people. Shane quickly introduced Ryan to Destini. He knew that if he didn't he'd hear about it later. "It's sure nice to meet you, Destini," Ryan said. Then he turned to Shane and said, "Well, little bro, I can see that you've done alright for yourself." "Yeah, I have a pretty good job," Shane began. "Screw that," said Ryan, "What I mean is if you can get a girl this pretty as this then you must be doing pretty good." "I can see that Shane is not the only brother that knows how to compliment a lady," Destini said, only half mockingly. The three of them got a table and sat down and ordered a round of beers. Destini sat across the table from Shane. Shane and Ryan began catching up. Meanwhile, Destini was feeling a little frisky. She slipped her sexy left foot out of its flip-flop and stuck it right in Shane's crotch. While Shane was trying to listen to his brother, Destini was giving him an amazing foot job under the table. Like everything else that required any kind of physical skill, Destini was excellent at massaging cocks with her feet. "So, little bro, I don't even know where you're living now," Ryan said. Even though Destini was driving him out of his mind with lust, somehow, Shane remained focused enough on what Ryan was saying to write down his address and phone number on a piece of paper. The address was hard to read though because Shane's hand was shaking so badly. Shane did his best to keep up his end of the conversation, but it was hard. (Pun intended.) Destini would push him right to the brink of orgasm over and over again and then take the pressure off at just the last second. The entire time she sat their listening to Shane and Ryan talk with the sweetest, most innocent smile of her face. Finally, Ryan turned to her and asked, "So, Destini, what is a girl as beautiful as you doing with my goofy little brother?" "Well, Ryan, while I fully agree with you on the part about me being beautiful, I disagree with your assessment of Shane. He's actually quite a wonderful man." As she said this, she was once again pushing Shane to the brink of orgasm with her expert foot manipulation. Shane knew that if she didn't stop that his balls would explode in the next few seconds. "Oh God!" he shouted. Ryan looked at Shane with a shocked expression. Destini let out a girlish giggle just before removing her foot from Shane's lap. "I'll tell you all about how wonderful your brother is as soon as I return from the powder room, Ryan," Destini said, "And that's a promise." She jumped up and quickly scurried off. Ryan and Shane were both mesmerized by the sway of her lovely ass as departed. "Damn, bro! Are you a lucky man," Ryan observed. "Thanks, Ryan. Yeah, Destini's great." "Man! I'll bet she's a real wildcat in the sack I'll bet," Ryan declared. "You don't know the half of it," Shane bragged, "But I'd rather not talk about Destini that way." "Come on, bro, tell me what those tits are like naked. Are they firm or do they sag a lot?" " ... They're firm, but seriously, Ryan, I don't want to talk about her like that," Shane stated firmly. "I'll bet she gives great blowjobs, huh?" asked Ryan. "Please, Ryan, this isn't just some girl I'm dating. I love Destini. So knock off the crude talk about her, alright?" "Okay, sure," said Ryan, "Just tell me one thing. Is she a screamer in bed? I'll bet she is." "Dammit, Ryan! That's enough! And here I thought. ... Aw, what's the use? You're still the same old Ryan," Shane said. Ryan pounded his fist on the table. "That's right! I'm still the same old loser, and you're the same old punk who thinks he's better than me." Shane realized that he struck a nerve. "Ryan, I never thought that," said Shane. "Bullshit! And now you come around with your girlfriend that looked like a Playboy centerfold, and you think that you're so high and mighty!" By this time, Ryan was standing up and making a scene. Shane stood up and said in as soothing a voice as he could, "Okay, Ryan, let's both try to cool off. You just have to understand that if I ever work up the nerve, I'm going to ask Destini to marry me." He couldn't understand the reason for Ryan's sudden outburst. All he could figure was that the years since he'd seen his brother had not been kind. "Oh! So that's it," said Ryan, "You wanted to come around here to show me the girl you're going to marry and rub it in my face that I can't get a girl as hot as her." Shane quietly put his hand on his brother's shoulder. "Please, Ryan, that doesn't even make sense ... ." Ryan shrugged Shane's hand off his shoulder and said, "Get your fucking hand off of me." Ryan pushed his brother violently. The pub's bouncer started to walk over to intervene when he felt a small but powerful hand on his arm. "Stand down, please; I've got this," Destini said as she pulled the bouncer back. The bouncer was shocked at Destini's strength. She walked over to Ryan and said, "Ryan, I want you to stop all this nonsense right now." "Yeah sure, Destini. Tell me something, are you really even Shano's girlfriend, or are you just some stripper he hired to make me look bad?" "You're doing a great job of making yourself look bad, Ryan," said Shane. Ryan responded to this by punching his brother in his left eye and knocking him down. Destini grabbed Ryan from behind and lifted him over her head. "You just made a major mistake," she told him. "No one punches my boyfriend." Every eye in the pub was on Destini as the petite five feet, four inch woman carried Ryan outside. Shane and about half the pub followed. Destini roughly tossed Ryan onto the hard sidewalk. "This is your one and only chance to stand up and walk away. Otherwise, I'm going to beat the shit out of you." Ryan jumped up. He looked around at the people watching him. Shane said, "Please, man, just go home." He started to turn away like he was going to leave. Instead he swung back around quickly and punched Destini as hard as he could with his fist across her face. "Shit!" he cried as he shook his fist in pain. Hitting Destini felt like hitting a brick wall. His punch had the same effect as it would on a brick wall too. Destini wasn't hurt at all. She just looked disappointed. She reached out and grabbed Ryan by the collar. "Don't say I didn't give you a chance," she said. Then she dragged Ryan into an alley next to the pub, and she beat the shit out of him just as she promised to do. Their "fight" was ridiculously one-sided. For the forty seconds or so, Destini did nothing to try to stop Ryan from hitting, kicking or elbowing her. She knew that the end result would only be sore fists, feet and elbows for Ryan. In one especially stupid move, he tried to head butt her and nearly knocked himself out. By the time that Ryan was finished punishing himself against Destini's super strong impervious body, there wasn't much for her to do. She slapped him with less than twenty percent of her strength which sent him flying across the alley into some garbage cans. She reached down and pulled him out of the garbage and dragged him over to where Shane was standing. Shane's left eye was black and starting to close. With Ryan's collar in one hand, Destini reached her free hand up and gently caressed Shane's black eye. Shane's eye was so tender that he winced at Destini's soothing touch. "Your beautiful, face...," she said. Then she forced the groggy Ryan down to his knees and demand, "Apologize to your brother RIGHT NOW, or so help me, I'll put you in the hospital for six months." "I'm sorry, bro," Ryan said with a slurred voice. Shane didn't quite know how to respond. Destini tossed Ryan down to the ground. "From now on, you stay away from my boyfriend and me unless we decide to forgive you and invite you to the wedding. Otherwise, I'm going finish what I started here today." She walked over and put her arm around Shane's arm and said, "Let's go home, darling." They went back inside the pub long enough to get a plastic baggie of ice for Shane's eye and then drove home. Destini drove. Shane was silent all the way home. When they reached Shane's house, he was still feeling a little shaky so Destini carried him inside and laid him on the couch in his living room. "What's the matter, darling?" she asked. "Are you upset that I beat up your brother?" "No," replied Shane, "He had it coming." "Then what is it?" Destini asked. "Did you mean what you told Ryan?" "Yes, I did. If he ever bothers either one of us again, I'll make what I did to him today look like a pleasant walk in the park. I should have destroyed himfor what he did to you." "I don't mean that," Shane clarified. "I meant did you mean what you said about inviting him to our wedding?" "Well, I don't know if we'll want to invite him after the way he behaved today," explained Destini. "No, honey, you don't understand ... . Did you mean to imply that we were getting married?" "No," said Destini. "I didn't mean to 'imply' that we were getting married. I meant to state in no uncertain terms that we were getting married. I heard what you told Ryan about having to work up the nerve to ask me so I thought I would make it easy for you and just tell you that for sure we are getting married." Shane's face lit up like a kid on Christmas morning. "Yes," he said, "I will ... I mean, I accept." Destini smiled back at him with a saucy, superior smirk. "That's nice, sweetheart, but I wasn't asking. I was telling you." Destini went over and picked Shane up off the couch and kissed him hard on the lips. "Now ... why don't we go get naked in the bedroom and I can finish massaging your cock with my feet." Just then, there was a loud pounding on the door. Destini went to open it. She was not in the mood for visitors""especially not ones that knocked in such a rude way. When she opened the door, there was an enormous man who filled the entire doorway surrounded by nineteen other rough looking men. There were two vans parked in Shane's driveway. Standing right next to the enormous fellow was a timid looking Ryan. "Can I help you?" asked Destini. Her words were polite but her tone said, "What is the quickest way I can get you assholes off my boyfriend's stoop?" The big man said, "We're looking for the person who beat up my friend Ryan." He was not quite as tall as Destini's brother Darwin, but he was wider and just as muscular. Plus, he looked like he was in a perpetual bad mood. "That would be me," Destini smirked. The big man turned to Ryan and said, "You didn't tell me that you got beat up by a chick!" "You didn't ask," Ryan responded. "Besides, she knows some kind of weird kung fu or some kind of shit," Ryan lied. The big man turned back to Destini and asked, "Do you know some kind of kung fu shit or something." . Destini rolled her eyes. Without bothering to answer she said, "Please, get out of my boyfriend's yard and take the rest of the Girl Scout troop with you. We don't want to buy any cookies today. Besides, my boyfriend and I are about to make love." "Now you're talking," said the big man. "Send your boyfriend out so I can kick his ass, and then maybe you'd like to fuck a real man." Destini kicked off her flip-flops and stepped all the way outside. She closed the door behind her. Then she punched the big man with an uppercut to the chin that lifted him several feet into the air and back several more feet taking out seven or eight of his friends with him. Destini wasn't sure if these other man had come to join in the fight, or if they just intended to watch. She didn't really care at this point. She was determined to show them that they never should have gotten out of their vans. Destini jumped right into the middle of the men who were still standing and started throwing kicks and punches in all directions. It didn't matter who she hit because it was her against everybody else. No matter who she hit or kicked, it would be an enemy. As Destini's fists and feet flew, men went flying off in every direction. Some of the men were big, and some were small. However, they were all bigger than Destini, and they all looked like they'd been in fights before. Most of them would think twice before ever getting in a fight again. The big man managed to recover from Destini's first punch. He snuck up behind her and got her in a powerful bear hug. Destini easily shrugged him off and quickly turned around. She grabbed him with one hand and tossed him into the air. On his way back down she punched him so hard that he landed in the yard across the street. By this time, several of her attackers grabbed baseball bats, chains and other weapons out of the vans. The wooden baseball bats simply shattered against Destini's impossibly powerful body. The aluminum bats were bent out of shape. Chains also had no effect on Destini. After being hit with them, she would grab them out of her assailants' hands and smile sweetly as she crushed them with her bare hands. However, Destini made a point of breaking the arm of anyone who dared hit her with a weapon. She did this by grabbing their arms and giving no more that a quick twist of her wrist. Their bones snapped like twigs. By this time, six of the men she was fighting jumped in one of the vans and tried to drive off. Destini ran after them and caught up with the van before it left the block. She then lifted the van up over her head and carried it back to Shane's yard. When she got it there, she pulled off the side door and shook the van violently until all the men inside spilled out. All the men who were still awake lost their will to fight. They all got down on their knees and begged Destini for mercy. Most of them were crying like babies. Destini looked around and asked, "Where is Ryan?" When no one answered her she said, "If you don't tell me where Ryan is right now, I'm going to start breaking legs as well as arms." Several of the men shouted that they saw Ryan run around the side of the house earlier when the fighting first began. Destini instructed the men to stay where they were. She went around to the side of the house and found Ryan huddled behind some shrubs shaking and crying. She grabbed him by the back of his collar and dragged him into the front yard. She was pleased, but not surprised that none of the men had moved. She threw Ryan down in the grass and placed her foot on his head. "What were you thinking bringing your idiot friends here like this. Did you really think that twenty men would have a chance against me? You could have brought a hundred men with you, and I still would have beaten them. I would have beaten them easily. THAT'S how strong I am. "Please, don't hurt him," a familiar voice pleaded. Destini looked up. It was Shane. "Please, Destini, if you love me, please, don't hurt him. He ... he's still my brother." Destini looked at the tears in Shane's eyes. She wanted to hurt this man whose head she had pinned to the ground with her foot. She wanted to break both his legs and maybe both his arms as well. She wanted him to have nightmares for the rest of his life so that he'd remember how stupid it was to threaten the man she loved. But she loved Shane even more than she wanted to hurt Ryan. Destini took her foot off of Ryan's head and said, "Did you hear that, asshole? Your brother just saved you. Despite the way you've treated him for all these years, your brother loves you and is asking me to show you mercy. That's why you'll never be half the man your brother is." Ryan began to cry even harder. "You men, gather up the ones who are sleeping on the lawn. Go across the street and get your den mother. Get in your vans and get the hell out of here. I'm going inside now, and I'm going to fuck a real men." "Thank you, honey," Shane said. "Anything for you, slick," Destini said and she walked toward the front door scooping Shane up and throwing him over her shoulder without breaking stride. She carried him into the house and into the bedroom and set him down on his feet. Shane dropped to his knees and reverently began kissing Destini's feet. "You were magnificent," he said. "You were like a goddess of power and beauty, and I want to spend the rest of the day""no; strike that""I want to spend the rest of my life worshiping you. Destini didn't argue. She loved Shane. There was no doubt of that. Still, it did seem appropriate that he should be on his knees and worshipping her. After kissing and licking her feet for several minutes, Destini lifted Shane up like she did so often and placed him gently on the bed. "Take off your clothes. That's an order." When he was naked, she jumped onto the other end of the bed and said, "I promised to massage your cock with my feet earlier, and as you know, I always keep my promises." She wrapped both of her soft, delicate feet around Shane's rock hard shaft and began to massage it. She would stop only to knead his balls with her nibble toes or to expertly roll the pre-cum that dripped out of the tip of his cock with the arch of her foot. Before long, Shane's cock erupted in orgasm. It would not be the last time that happened before breakfast. ___________________________ If you liked this story and you'd like for me to write a similar story personally for you, let me know. Send in your commission story requests to sonofjackwell@gmail.com Or if you'd simply like to tell me what you liked or didn't like about this story or any of my stories, I love getting reader feedback. It helps me to know what kinds of stories the readers would like to read. Again, email your comments to sonofjackwell@gmail.com