Reckoning by Jack Straw A self-absorbed college football star has a day of reckoning It was going to be a scorcher. Already in the hazy morning sun it was so hot and muggy that sweat was drenching his shirt just from the simple exertion of walking up the long driveway. This was the type of day that sapped your strength and your willpower and sometimes your reason. He'd better start mowing the yard before it became unbearable, Kevin thought, wincing as he rubbed his hand across his brow. He had been silly to volunteer to do this; the proper place to be on this Saturday morning was in bed catching up on his sleep. He was at the house of an old widow, winning some badly needed points with his mother. In actuality he had only suggested doing it as a way to meet the girl who lived next door to the widow. When he had helped his mother drop off some stuff for the community charity headed by the old bag, he had seen her bodacious neighbor. What a vision, she was! His heart raced just thinking about her. She had been off to somewhere in a hurry, dashing off in shorts and halter top, really showing off her wares. To say that she filled out her top nicely was an understatement and her trim, sculpted waist flared out into a delectably packed rear end, above the best developed legs he'd seen, nicely emphasized in high heels. He practically creamed in his pants just looking at her. But with a sexy smile that still lingered in his mind, she was gone before he had a chance to talk. He had found out from the widow that she had gone to the same high school as he, having graduated three years after he had gone off to the State U, but he had never known her. It had been a dry first couple of weeks of the summer in the sexual arena. All the girls he knew at home seemed to hold silly grudges about things that had happened long ago. He couldn't wait for the summer to be over anyway, and for football season to start. This was going to be his season. He was the fastest and nearly the biggest back in the conference. His coach said all he needed was a little more conditioning -- he was always harping on that. Why? Kevin felt he was already stronger than other backs his size and he had the stamina to carry the ball more -- just give it to him and he'd do the rest. He flexed his right arm and felt the biceps swell into a satisfying mass of rock-hard muscle. He narcissistically ran his other hand over the warm engorged flesh. It had developed to the point that he could no longer encompass even half its girth. He studied the way the individual layers stood out in hard etched relief. He thought back to that little cheerleader he had been with his last night at the university this year. She'd been impressed! Man, had he ever slammed it home for her, he thought, a self-satisfied smile on his face. His thoughts drifted back to the matter at hand. Where was the mower the old lady had told him about before she drove off? When he saw it, he groaned. It had to be twenty years old and didn't look like it had been used in a long while. Well, he wasn't going to waste all day on getting it started. It either started now, or he was going home. He got the old mower out, checked the oil, and filled it with gasoline from the old can. Then he proceeded to try to start it with the old-fashioned rope tow. Ten tugs -- nothing! He fiddled with the choke, and tried ten times more. He felt the rivulets of sweat drain down the small of his back as he straightened up to push the old heap of junk back in the garage. He could honestly say he'd tried. Perhaps he'd come back later with his parents' mower. "Hi!" She was finishing a graceful vault over the wooden fence between the two yards. His heart stopped. It was SHE, the luscious girl next door! She was dressed in a long tear-away jersey that ended just below her curvaceous hips and drew his gaping eyes downward along a breathtaking expanse of bared legs ending in two sexy high heels. What a crotch-riveting sight, striding over on those tanned, smooth, muscular, long legs that rippled sexily with each stride. His leering gaze followed up past the hour-glass waist to the jut of her bust, with the prominent nipples making audacious little peaks inside the tightly stretched jersey. "Linda," she gripped his hand with a firm handshake and gave him a dazzling smile. In her high heels she stood eye to eye with the big fullback. "K-Kevin" he stuttered. "Yes, Kevin Landis. I remember you from high school. I think you've got it flooded now." She nodded toward the mower. "There was probably moisture on the plug. This thing hasn't been used yet this year. I'm the only one who ever starts it, but I've been using our mower to cut her grass. Let's take off the plug." "Huh," he mouthed stupidly, still fixated on her body. "Uh -- I didn't bring a wrench." He looked around for one in the widow's garage and saw none. "Oh, I never use a wrench any more," she said matter-of-factly. Snatching up a mildewed scrap of old clothing along the garage wall, she offered it to him. "Here's a rag. Just unscrew it by hand." He looked at her condescendingly. "If you put it on without a wrench, no wonder it won't start." He gripped the plug through the rag and tried to turn it but it wouldn't budge. She smiled, "See, it's not so loose. Put some muscle into it and it'll come off." Against his better judgement, he tried again, gripping with both hands and rocking the mower in his effort, but as he surmised, it didn't give at all. "If it's been on there all winter, we're not getting it off without a wrench." "Here, let me try," she said gently but firmly nudging him aside. Had he not been leering at the thrusting of her breasts, he might have noticed the veins on her beautiful hands and the rippling of her forearms as she gripped the plug through the rag. A loud squeaking sound of two fused pieces of metal grinding against each other met his ears, and, she had the thing loose. Red-faced, he looked at it. "Might as well throw it away and get a new one; that thing is hopeless." His nose curled at the smell of gasoline roiling off the greasy black plug. "Just like a guy," she said good-naturedly. "Always getting something new rather than fixing the old one. Trust me, it'll work as soon as we clean it up." Sure enough, after she had wiped off the gasoline and filed off the carbon with a piece of rock, put it back on with a slight grimace of effort, it fired up on her first pull. Kevin was mesmerized watching the sinuous movements of her body, the riding up of her thin jersey to reveal perfect, smooth, rippling hips clad in a bikini thong. He hoped she hadn't noticed his burgeoning hardon. "See you later. I don't think you'll have any more trouble." Again that dazzling, good-natured smile. She turned and was soon over the fence with a deft, easy vault. Kevin's cock was so hard it hurt in the confinement of his sturdy shorts. Later, when he had to put in more gas, out of curiosity he tried to unscrew the plug she had put on but it wouldn't budge. He merely ended up burning his hand as it slipped through the rag on the hot engine. As he ruefully sucked on his knuckles to cool them off, he thought he heard a clanking noise across the wall. He sauntered over to investigate. Mowing sucked anyway; the reason he was here was to ogle that babe next door. She was stretching out on a lounge chair with bare legs extended and seeming to be resting from exertion. Her long sweat-streaked jersey clung to those spectacular upper curves and beautifully sculpted hips. Poking his head over fence, he called to her. She looked up and smiled. He then vaulted over the fence, not quite clearing it as she had and nearly falling as he landed clumsily on the other side. "Would you like some lemonade, Kevin?" When he eagerly assented, she disappeared into the house. He sat down heavily and looked around. He spied two barbells nearby, each seeming to carry a colossal amount of weight. Casually, he tried to pick up the lighter of the two but let it go with a grunt after lifting it a short way off the ground. Wow! he thought to himself. Someone around here is really into lifting weights. He was not sure he wanted to meet the father or brother who could lift such weights, particularly with the lecherous thoughts he had toward this girl. She emerged from the house with two glasses of lemonade, now wearing a skimpy bikini top over which she had a loose open blouse that exposed her breasts most delightfully. He could smell perfume and knew he hadn't earlier. He smiled to himself at the implication. This could be a day to remember! He commented on the two very heavy barbells that lay nearby -- "Do you have a brother or father into pumping iron?" "Well, Daddy does lift some, but those are mine." She smiled at his disbelief. His curiosity piqued, he cautiously lifted the smaller of the two huge barbells again. To his consternation, he was forced to struggle to get it past his waist and hoped that he seemed nonchalant in letting it back down before he hurt something. Gripping it to put his whole body into it, he snatched it up to his chest and then with a grunt lifted it shakily over his head. He felt lightheaded as he carefully let it back down. That was a lot of weight! "I use that for curls, but I was going to increase it today," she said brightly. "Are you into weightlifting too?" "Well, yeah, our coach forces us to spend at least an hour a day at it. I do okay I guess, the best at my weight and third best on the team. You're joking, though, right? Are these really yours? And did you say curls? If you lift weights, you know that you can't do leg curls with a barbell like that," he said. Never having had much practice, he wasn't a master of tact. Her eyes glinted, but she merely replied in a quiet, forceful tone, "I didn't say LEG curls -- if there is such a thing. I use them for ARM curls, of course." As he continued telegraphing his skepticism much like a smug master regarding a novice, she added, more heatedly and now tauntingly, "So what you're saying is YOU couldn't curl it. You don't believe a GIRL could be stronger than a big guy like you -- even after I unscrewed that plug on that old mower and you couldn't." Again she smiled disarmingly. "How about trying me at arm wrestling?" Coyly, she pulled off her loose top to reveal an upper body of amazing muscularity and arousing femininity. Her large breasts bobbed ever so slightly in her straining bikini top as she sat down across from him at a patio table. Blinking at her aggressive self-confidence and the implied sexual invitation, he hesitated, scratching his head. In the back of his mind was the anxious thought that she might be stronger and he really didn't want to know that, but he wasn't clever enough to think of a way of slipping out of her challenge without looking like a wimp and losing any chance of making her as interested in him as he was in her. She was in complete psychological command, and he was not used to being on the defensive with a woman, at least not in this way. "Oh, come on," he chided himself silently. "This is just a girl and three years younger than me. Plug, shmug -- no girl goes through the kind of training and has the body of a Division I football player." "Come on, just for fun," she said good-naturedly. "I promise I won't crumble in your big hand." He locked hands with her, still with a vague misgiving at this turn of events, but anxious to put her in her place so that he could dominate the scene as he usually did. "Wait, take off your shirt, too," she said. "I just love big muscles on a guy." "Nice!" she said as he complied, only too happy to show off his body. He flexed his biceps for her in a mock pose to let her know that he was not taking this seriously and then held it to let his physique speak for himself, as it always did. She had to notice that his flexed muscles were hard as rocks, at least as big as hers -- and they were the muscles of a virile MALE, the sex that called the shots. "Are you sure you want to do this?" he asked, practically drowning in testosterone. "It'll be a hoot," she smiled derisively. He winced a little from her grip as they locked up again and she huskily said, "Go!" Trying to maintain his air of nonchalance at the start, he was inwardly dismayed to find his arm moving slowly toward the table. With each increase in his exertion, he found her counterforce increasing to match it. Finally, as his arm neared the table, he summoned all his energy and flexed his arm muscles to the maximum. Amazed that she was making him go all out, he was at least gratified that he was able to slowly push her arm back to halfway. He smiled at her in silent confidence, and found that same smile looking back at him. She wasn't even breathing hard yet, he noticed, whereas he, despite trying to pretend that he was not trying, was breathing in muted gasps to cover his exertion and beginning to sweat heavily. His arm was shaking somewhat with the struggle, but hers wasn't wavering at all. Once again, he was assailed with the fear that he might actually lose this stupid contest. His ego was already looking for a diversion to put a stop to it. "Well, I guess I've got your attention, now," she smiled. "Perhaps now you'll make me strain a little. I'm sure a big star like you can do better than this." To his consternation, his arm began to go down again and he grunted audibly, no longer pretending not to try. Without seeming to strain in the least, she began to pour on even more power than before. And to add insult, she was talking to him in a normal unstrained voice, as calmly as if they were sipping drinks together. In fact she did take a casual sip of her lemonade. "Have you ever heard the story of Atalanta?" she asked mysteriously. "Atlanta? Atlanta, Georgia?" he gasped out, not wanting to waste his breath on talking. "No, AT-A-LANTA, the female athlete of Greek mythology." He knitted his eyebrows in puzzlement and shook his head. He'd never heard of her. "No. So what?" he rasped out and involuntarily grunted as he felt his arm head downward again. "She loved to compete with men -- the strongest, the most skilled -- she beat them all. She was the best hunter, the best wrestler. In a famous set of contests at the funeral of a king, she beat the male champion at wrestling -- in the nude. And her greatest fame was that she was the swiftest runner." He glanced up and found her eyes studying him as she continued. "I'm that way. I love to compete, especially against guys, whatever the sport, whatever the contest. But it's getting more and more boring. You guys are supposed to have muscles, but it's really no challenge. Perhaps some time we could race; I've heard you're fast. I beat your school records in track, but maybe you're faster than you were in high school." Again, he was skeptical; he was proud of those records. Surely he would have heard something, even though he never bothered to find out what was happening at the high school; it was beneath him now. Had he heard something? He was jolted from a fuzzy scan of his memory by another increment in the descent of his aching, trembling arm. He grimaced with another surge of energy. "Atalanta's father wanted her to marry but she didn't want to, so she posed a challenge to appease her father. Any man who could beat her in a race could wed her." While she prattled on, seeming not to be exerting herself at all, he gasped in exertion and sweat was flooding from every pore. He could hardly see through the rivulets pouring across his eyes. "Do you know what she did to the males who challenged her and lost? She killed them. In their stories the Greeks probably had her do it with a spear, but I'll bet that in their minds those outwardly chauvinistic males secretly fantasized that she did it with her bare hands. It's a fear that most of you men have, that, if you really tangled with a strong woman, she'd win. And yet - - secretly, you want, you need, a woman who's stronger, just as long as she doesn't prove it to you. I know all about you guys -- every guy in high school was afraid of me, but always trying to get a good peek at me when they thought I wasn't looking. Silly male psyche -- can't stand to lose to a woman even if she's better, can't stay interested unless she IS stronger." He had fallen off her train of thought, whatever it was. "Is there going -- to be a -- quiz -- later?" he managed to grunt out. Why all this talk? It only added to his frustration and befuddlement. He didn't understand what was happening and he wanted it to stop NOW. It infuriated him further that his best effort had no effect on her. How did she have the energy to talk when he didn't? How could he be losing at all; was there some trick to armwrestling that he didn't know about? That must be it. He was just glad that nobody else was around to see this. On the other hand, he had wanted above all else that day to impress this fabulously beautiful girl and she was making a fool of him. She smiled and fixed him with a penetrating look that made him feel mentally naked. He averted his eyes and strained harder. He felt her eyes burning his skin as she continued in that sexy, careless voice. "Those manly, manly Greeks probably fantasized that Atalanta first made the losing suitors pleasure her or maybe the killing and the pleasure came at the same time. A woman like Atalanta -- or me -- could kill a man just with the strength of her body during sex, you know," she said, her eyes shining with the look of a predator who had cornered her prey. He wanted to laugh at her words -- such silliness -- but the grip she had on his hand, that arrogant self-confidence, and now that look. It was threatening and sexually arousing at the same time. A sudden twinge of ... of outright fear radiated from the base of his spine to the pit of his stomach. The novelty of it startled him; it was a feeling he had never had in the presence of a woman before. Even the nervousness of his first date was far different than this. He struggled mentally to shake it off, even as he felt his arm descend a few more degrees toward the table. His eyes met hers. The predatory glow in those beautiful green eyes was joined with a glint of amusement; she seemed to read his thoughts or, more precisely, his emotions. Angered, he found another reserve of energy and arrested the descent of his arm, but, try as he might, could not gain any ground. He was very close to losing! "Girls can be kinda strong, can't they?" she taunted, giggling. He suddenly felt pain as she gripped his hand more tightly. His eyes widened and he moaned softly, despite himself. "Does it turn you on to be outmuscled by a girl, Kevin?" She leaned forward, seductively bringing her moist full lips close to his. He was again aware of her perfume. At the same time she puffed out her chest, stretching the bikini top to the point of bursting. This sexual assault by itself would have reduced him to jelly, even had he not been nearing exhaustion and the rupture of his biceps. As it was, he momentarily gave up all resistance, but rather than providing him the relief of ending this one-sided humiliating contest, she drew his hand upward from its position of imminent defeat and over against the engorged nipple of one jutting breast, boring through the stretched fabric of her top. Twisting his hand so that the back of it pressed against her breast, she began to rub it slowly against her steely nipple. She ran her tongue provocatively across her parted lips, arousing and taunting him at the same time. Because her grip threatened to crush his overmatched hand, Kevin reflexively tried to resist her movements--but to no avail. His efforts were like those of a child against her power. The twisting and squeezing of her hand had made the muscles of her forearms and biceps bunch and bulge to intimidating girth. He felt strangely aroused by this display of overwhelming strength and the obvious sexual implication of how she was using it, but at the same time he was maddened by being so plainly bested and toyed with. With a smile she ran her free hand lightly over his crotch and chuckled as she felt his penis lurch, obviously tenting his pants in arousal despite his exertions. His labored breathing quickened despite his efforts at self-control. She batted her eyes in coquettish triumph. "My! That little guy is excited!" she teased. "She's nothing but a cock teaser!" he thought angrily. "I've got to put her in her place." He tried to jerk his hand away from her breast, but it hardly moved as he saw her forearm and biceps bulge out further. Otherwise, there was no evidence that she even noticed his efforts. Still tracing her other hand over his tented crotch, she asked, "Isn't it painful to have it bent like that. Too bad it doesn't have a little more muscle behind it. It might do something like THIS." She drew a deep breath and expanded her now massive chest, flexing the pectorals and forcing her large, firm breasts outward. And with a loud ripping noise, they broke through the overwrought material of the bikini top like the prow of a ship crashing through a rotten dock. "This was last year's. Too small for me now; I just keep growing and growing up there!" Kevin couldn't help but stare at her amazing bosom, large, sexy, and powerful. Bared proudly and brazenly, it seemed to fill up his entire field of vision. Conditioned by the experience that breasts were bared only in the dimmest of light, he furtively glanced around. "Oh, don't worry, no one's home," she said coyly. "My Mom and Mrs. O'Malley, whose grass you're supposed to be cutting, went to an auction. They'll be gone all day." "And your father?" he managed to gasp out. "Oh, don't worry about Daddy. He's gone too, but he knows better than to interfere. I think poor Daddy is afraid of me -- not that I'd ever hurt him now that he knows his place, but embarrassment in public is such a good preventive medicine," she laughed. "Don't worry about anybody. This is such a deserted street, almost in the country -- we're quite alone. I'm at your mercy, big boy," she murmured ironically. "All you have to do is outmuscle me and I'm all yours, Mr. Football Hero," she said cupping one meaty tit with her free hand. "One part of you is getting hard at least. Now if your muscles could grow like that ...." She had kicked off one of her high heels and insinuated her bare foot into the opening of one leg of his shorts and was massaging his trapped penis. As it engorged, its confinement within his underwear was painful, yet the massaging was so pleasurable and she was so exciting, so arousing. His breathing became more and more labored and his heart raced ever faster. He was amazed to have a full-blown erection at the same time he was putting all his energy into his arm and shoulder muscles. It was an old trick with him to deflate an errant erection by physical exertion like this, but this exciting, maddening creature seemed to override the normal laws of his body. And she just wouldn't SHUT UP. Word after maddening word tumbled tauntingly out of her mouth. "You want me but you can't have me unless I want it. I'm in control, not you. Ooh and it's so hard! But unlike my fun parts, it's not strong enough to bare itself. Here let me help you." She hooked her foot within the crotch of the sturdy shorts and pulled. Despite his weight bearing down on the seat, a sudden flexing of her mighty leg whisked the shorts down to his knees. She extracted her foot from the shorts and rested it lightly on his thin briefs. Sensuously she rubbed the hairy back of his tightly gripped hand over her engorged nipple, caressed with her toes the trapped penis that tented his briefs, and fixed his eyes with a smoldering gaze of predatory lust. It was simultaneously seductive, challenging, and--even he could not miss it--mocking. Silently, but not at not all subtly, she was triumphantly reminding him that she was so easily winning their test of strength that she could toy with him in other ways, and so far he was powerless to stop her teasing. He couldn't believe a girl could be this strong. Again his only solace was that nobody was there to witness his humiliation. Captivated by her strength and her lusty charms, one insistent part of him wanted just to collapse on those delectable breasts and let her play with him. But his pride, his male pride, and his competitive nature could not allow this female to overcome him so easily. And despite his arousal, he was angry. She was nothing but a lousy cock teaser! He sensed that she would never give him the kind of sexual release she was building up in him, unless she did it in some humiliating way. He would not, he could not, submit. He would somehow wipe that arrogant smile off her face. He bent his head down and grimaced with effort, trying at least to grip as tightly and painfully as she and to wrest his abused hand away from the humiliating use she was making of it, as if it were a fleshy implement to masturbate herself. He smiled hopefully as his burst of effort lifted his hand just free of her nipple. His muscles rippled and burned and trembled with the effort, but--yes!--his hand had moved, almost imperceptibly but it was a start. "Yes! That's it, give it all you've got little boy! Give me some competition," she cried almost orgasmically. His hand moved back onto her hot flesh! It was again grazing that perfect, powerful orb and the steely knob that stood out on it. He was simultaneously aware of the perfection of her breast and the increased pressure on his abused hand. He gasped with effort and pain, but it pressed ever more forcefully against her jutting breast. He was losing ground again. Head down, he almost whimpered, but still did not give up. She rubbed the back of his hand ever harder against her large breasts, which in her sexual arousal transformed from firm to ultrafirm. "Ooh, this is making me hot! Don't you wish you were man enough to do this yourself?" Her arms rippled in overpowering ridges of living granite, as she moved his hand at will, despite his best effort to resist. Bit by bit, she had transformed this encounter from an innocent meeting between two strangers to a blatant, one-sided sexual battle of the sexes. She was a cock teaser and there was nothing he could do about it. He couldn't even end this game without her allowing it. "Oh, this is such a turn on!" With her free hand she grabbed the back of his head and pushed his lips toward her other mountainous breast. Instinctively, he resisted, and reached up his free arm to pry her hand away from the back of his head. But neither his flexing neck muscles, nor the arm muscles he once thought so powerful, arrested the inexorable dip of his face until she had his lips positioned on her other nipple. "Suck!" she demanded regally. "Lick!" And as he mutely refused, she crushed down more forcefully on the hand he had been so futilely armwrestling with her. The crush was unbearable, unbelievable. Through the haze of pain, for the first time he whimpered out loud. "Get that tongue working, or I'll break your weak little hand," she hissed. He moaned in resignation. He pressed his lips against her delicious flesh and licked and sucked, at first tentatively, but, with the onrush of feverish responses in his own body, soon slavishly. The arm he had been using to wrestle went limp. He had given up. "Yes, that feels good. With a little practice you might get good at this." she murmured. "Hey," her voice took on a hard edge, "I didn't say our contest was over. You can't give up until I say so. Try to pull your arm down, try to pull your head out, or I WILL break your weak male paw." She crushed down once again. "Oooow!" he wailed. "What's the point?" he gasped out through the pain. "The point? Have you no pride? Are you defeated so easily, big football star? I want to feel your manly strength against me. Is this the best you've got?" she demanded. He was completely confused -- and angry once again. With a second wind he growled with animal rage and flexed all the muscles of his body to their maximum. For an instant, even a few seconds he extricated his face and hand from her breasts. In that brief time he glanced at her arm muscles and saw them bulge to far larger proportions than his decidedly inferior muscles, despite being pumped- up from his exertions. With prodigious force she restored his face and his hand to their previous perches. "You're not sucking!" she said in a warning tone and crushed down on his poor, swollen fingers once again. In desperation, he applied his lips and tongue to do her bidding. But to appease her earlier command, he maintained the exertions of his muscles. Now exhausted, he was completely and utterly defeated, but could not even give up. Yet -- as he endeavored to please her, he was more and more aware of her ultra-arousing contours, so extremely female in velvety skin texture, scent, and voluptuous shape, so powerful in musculature. Her physique overwhelmed all his senses and filled his mind. His member, which had receded limply during the renewed physical struggle and his angry reaction to her taunts, erected anew, painfully confined within his underwear. She noticed it lurch again against her bare foot. She chuckled triumphantly. "How strong is that little guy? Can he break through a little cloth like my breasts?" She stroked him through the cloth until he thought he might erupt. Then she stopped. "No I guess not. I'll have to help you." With her powerful foot and toes she peeled the waistband of the briefs downward. His penis was bent painfully and then sprang free. SPLAT; it slapped loudly against his belly in most undignified fashion. She giggled girlishly at this indignity. She had his upper body effectively tied up, impotently being used to massage her breasts. Now she added to the humiliation by toying with his exposed member, pressing it against his solid, hairy belly, massaging it sensuously. She worked it until it bobbed on the verge of ejaculation and then she stopped. Then she toyed some more. This treatment fatigued him more. "Should I make you mess yourself? Would you like that?" she giggled. "No, I don't think so. I should be served first. But first we have to finish this silly little contest. You really are not much challenge. Maybe if you put both your arms against my one, it might be a contest." She crushed down on his hand again and released his head. "Now the only way you'll get this hand back is to remove it or force my hand to the table. Let's see if both your arms can beat just one arm of little ole me." To rescue this aching hand, he grabbed it with the other. "Yes, that's it. Push!" "Finally, I'm getting some resistance to push against," she cried excitedly. Her breasts and nipples seemed to stand out even more, and her muscles bunched and swelled to a size that he would have thought impossible at the beginning of their little bout. As her excitement and battle lust increased, his strength ebbed and he finally collapsed, exhausted, humiliated as she drove both hands to the table with a loud bang. Not wanting to look at her triumphant visage, he kept his face down on his aching arms. He felt certain that he had ruptured his right bicep and his hand was swelling from possible fractures. The prolonged struggle had robbed him of every millicalorie of energy and muscular tension. He was as limp and wet as a dish rag. "Woo! Woo!" she whooped triumphantly, raising her mighty arms. "To the victor goes the spoils. Atalanta has won again. And now ...." Remembering her strange comments about killing (with sex!), he leadenly rose up to get away but tripped ignominiously on the shorts and briefs still pulled down around his knees and ankles. She giggled and placed her sexy high-heeled foot imperiously on his crotch. "Oh, you big LITTLE boy! You're so cute and weak!" She tore off his shorts and briefs and caressed him to a squirming erection. Effortlessly, she lifted him and folded his body against hers. Although he was taller and heavier, she was firmly in control. Instinctively, he struggled against her, without moving her one iota. "I could rape you, you know," she whispered hotly in his ear and then pressed her scorching lips on his sweat-drenched neck. Kevin was dizzy from arousal, the heat of the day, and his exertions. He had no thoughts and no will. "But if you don't want it, Kevie, I won't force you." She planted her mouth sweetly over his in a long breath-robbing kiss. "Say the word and back you go to mowing. No hard feelings." Her kisses proceeded down his neck to his salty chest. He breathed in excited gasps and said nothing. She roughly tossed him down on the grass and mounted him. She ground her bikini panties up and down along the length of his rigid shaft as it rested impotently against his muscular abdomen, painfully squashing his balls at the end of each frenzied stoke. For a while it was like a nude wrestling match, very much a one-sided one, as he struggled to resist her dominant mastery over his body. He wanted her, no question about that. He had never wanted anything more passionately than to ejaculate astride her body. He needed to COME and she wasn't letting him. He felt like a bow that was being wound too tight and soon would burst from the pressure. The more he struggled to control her, the more excited and forceful she seemed to become. It was hopeless, he was no match; his stamina wasn't up to a prolonged bout and soon he was docile again. She gripped his wrists and guided the hands to caress her breasts. Then she grabbed his head and thrust her mighty orbs against his mouth. No longer startled by her aggression, he gave in to it. Let her use him; at least he was in contact with her supremely exciting body. The masterful cocksman allowed her to rub his member in this belittling manner, never letting him insert it and giving no promise of release. Soon she began screaming and spasming. He was crushed as she hugged him to her and his head was smothered in the prodigious cleft between her breasts. Her legs clamped around his ribs and his trapped diaphragm was unable to draw in air. He sank into a burning abyss of unconsciousness .... Slowly his senses rose from the pit of blackness. He hadn't died after all, not that he any longer doubted that she could squeeze the life out of him if she chose to do so. On the other hand, he didn't feel very much alive either. Limply, he opened his eyes to see her facing him, slowly curling that huge weight that he had trouble lifting at all. Still topless, she smiled smugly at him with a come-hither look, as her arms and torso bulged hugely with each lift, breasts jiggling slightly on the awesomely inflated chest as the bar contacted them at the apex of each repetition. Despite his humiliating condition, he found his cock engorging to stiff erection, for the umpteenth time, still without release. "So, there is some life in you, after all," she giggled nodding at the stiff mast rising from his splayed, limp body. "It's too bad that you're not strong enough to use that thing properly. By the way, note that I am using proper CURLING form." Now with both her heels back on, she walked sexily over to where he lay, a wet noodle of a male completely flaccid except for a rigid phallic rod bobbing spastically. Curling the weight nonchalantly to her naked breasts, on that awesomely expanded chest, which flared out above the cinched-in corded layers of her rock hard abdomen, her shoulder and arm muscles exploded in jagged relief. His member engorged to the bursting point and arched upward. Balancing on one marvelously sculpted leg, she pressed the sole of the dainty shoe on her other foot down haughtily on his rigid member, trapping it insolently against the sweaty hairs of his belly. He came in a great squirt against his chin and chest and then like a gurgling fountain in impotent spasms on his belly. "Looks like I'm late for the party!" It was a vaguely familiar voice calling out behind them as the back screen door banged closed. In panic, Kevin broke out of his languid torpor and tried to twist his body over to screen his humiliating condition out of sight, or at least the most embarrassing part of it. But Linda's imperious foot and the mighty leg pressing down on his rapidly deflating fountainhead pinned him in place. "My, my, my! What have we here? Kevin Landis, superstar! You're really showing off your talents today." Her rich voice biting with sarcasm, another stunning female, rivalling the goddess standing over him, approached threateningly. "M-Mary?" Kevin stammered, mortified by his state and the implications that were unfolding. A tiny light in the recesses of his brain flickered up, and later he would discover it again and, with its dim glow, probe the idea that he had been set up. Who had suggested that he mow that damned lawn? Had it been his idea? If he traced back to how the subject came up .... The widow? His mother!? "So, you remember me? Hard to believe you're still alive -- no letters, not even a phone call in three years. Not even the courage to let me vent my anger. Nothing. That's what you are -- a big fat nothing!" Kevin wiped a glob of semen off his chin. He could imagine how silly he looked with his sticky fluids all over his hairy abdomen, completely naked, and limply splayed out like a complete dork. But the worst part was that SHE, Mary, was seeing him like this and loving it he was sure. With his worst sense of foreboding yet, he silently cursed his luck. How had he gotten in this predicament? Girls being how they were, he could see that perhaps Mary might hold a little grudge. His last summer before college, he and she had been going at it hot and heavy for a month or so. A lovely dimpled face she had, but she was too big, a little clumsy, shy, and looked chubby, although in the back seat of his car in the night or at home in bed when nobody else was around, that body had seemed pretty solid and those boobs ...! She had been a good lay, a fun time on the side for him. Nobody else knew. She had been a neighbor then, and it just happened. He was doing her a favor as he saw it. She wasn't in his league socially, chubby and two years his junior -- his friends would have ribbed him unmercifully if they had known. She was beginning to be a pain toward the end of the summer, complaining that they never went anywhere and that he never let her stay around his friends when they came by. She just didn't get it! When she pulled him away from his going-away party and gave him that silly present the day before he left for college, he was embarrassed and short with her, but when she started to cry, in desperation he said he'd write and see her as soon as he could. And that was the last he'd seen her. Well, she was chubby no more! Dressed in a delightful tan that was covered in strategic places by a skimpy stretched out halter top and tight shorts, she had the muscular curves he found so exciting in the feminine colossus who was astride him and even larger breasts. As Linda shifted her foot to free his cock, it began to thicken in renewed arousal. "Well, the poor little thing likes what he sees, Mary," Linda giggled as she poked at the lengthening phallus and it rose worshipfully. "I believe I'm jealous!" she tittered. Dry of mouth, Kevin could say nothing, and weakly gulped as Mary majestically approached. He didn't even try to hide his pubic salute when Linda stepped away from him to let Mary take over. "Is that right, Kevie? Would you like to make it with me? Just like old times, only better?" She stood astride him, looking a mile tall, with arms folded across that amazing bosom. "Too bad. I just don't think you're man enough!" Before Kevin had time to react, she had lifted his head with one foot sexily clad in spike heels, pressed his neck against the bulging calf of the other exciting leg, swiftly removed the first foot from below his head, and crossed her ankles so that his neck was trapped between the iron wrecking balls that were her calves. As she flexed and straightened her legs, the terrifying girth of her calves increased and, impossibly, they hardened further. In danger of having his neck cut in two even before he asphyxiated from the blockage of air, Kevin's limp form suddenly exploded in violet action. He tried to pry apart her lower legs and then panicked further as she pressed her muscle-laden legs together such that now his hands were trapped in a mangling vice that popped his overmatched joints. Desperately, he kicked his legs in violet jerks, trying to unbalance her, but, hands on delectably sculpted hips, she didn't waver an iota. Next, with consciousness rapidly fading, he kicked backward, beating on her awesome quadriceps, but she merely laughed as his shoes connected repeatedly. It was like kicking iron, those Amazonian thighs flexed in corded relief, and the shock waves of his feet meeting the impenetrable surface was the only thing stimulating his nervous system to stave off unconsciousness. But even that faded and he slumped toward Nirvana .... Abruptly, she released him and he gulped air into his burning throat, but it was a few moments before his eyes could focus through the rays of blinding sunlight at her smirking visage. She was now kneeling with her knees planted across his splayed out arms, painfully pressing on his limp biceps. "Remember how we used to wrestle, Kevin? You loved being the masterful victor, but I think you were surprised at how much energy it took you. Did you ever consider that I might be LETTING you win? Well, I don't think you'd be ANY challenge for me now, WEAKLING. I read the story in the paper this morning. your coach is right; you need conditioning. Your stamina and strength are pathetic, but then all you guys are pushovers now. Too bad, because I'd like a little male challenge now and then. It's a drag on your sex life when guys are so fragile. Unless you look elsewhere ..." she trailed off smiling at Linda. "Let me show you just how pathetic you are," she continued, smiling malevolently. Shifting position again suddenly, she ended up sitting on his belly with her ankles trapping his neck. As he reached up with his hands to relieve the pressure on his neck, she lay on her back between his legs, which he had lifted slightly as his hands flew to her ankles. She grasped each of his ankles with her hands, and rose up as if doing a situp. Kevin, although confused by this move, sensed that he should resist to prevent whatever she had in mind. It was a revealing sight. The football hero, his thick weight-trained muscles flexed to the maximum and his body clearly outweighing this big girl, was being inexorably folded by the sexy Amazon. It was basically her abdominal muscles against both his abdomen and muscular legs. Her abs cinched in awesome arrays of brick-hard strands. Her arms likewise exploded in ridges of muscular peaks. Kevin could neither kick his legs free from her powerful grip, nor could he overcome her arm muscles with his thick muscular legs. She easily prevented him from closing his legs against her neck in the same way she had him. With a final snapping sound coming from his now stretched back, she bent forward until her massive chest pressed down on her sexy shins, and her arms drew forward to press his shoes into the grass behind his head. Kevin wailed in pain. "Oow! Please, my neck, my back, you're breaking .... Let me go! You win. I'm pathetic! I'm a jerk! I'm whatever you say -- just let me up." He let out a half sob and tears trailed down his cheek from the pain. She eased up a little and tossed her lustrous hair. "And some people actually believe you're a powerhouse of strength. They should see you now. Kevin Landis -- macho wimp, half as strong as a girl who's younger. But, Kevie, the demonstration isn't over yet. This hold shows that my arms are stronger than your legs, but I think my arms and shoulders and -- chest -- are stronger than all the muscles in your wimpy body." Mary looked up at Linda, who had been leaning on her curling barbell held vertically and enjoying the one-sided onslaught of her protegee. "Bring me the other barbell." Linda reached down and, with a mighty heave, snatched the huge weight to her chest and carried it effortlessly over to Mary and the trussed- up Kevin. As she arrived, Mary swiftly and gracefully changed her position again. In a trice the still doubled-over Kevin found her standing, her mighty arms on her powerful hips, with each of his ankles at the narrowest point stamped into the ground beneath the arch of her high heel shoes. Such was her balance and strength, that try to flail his legs as he might, he could not budge her. She reached out her hands to take the prodigious barbell from Linda. Kevin feared the worst. That was a tremendous amount of weight. He doubted that there was a man in town who could lift it, and here were two girls still in their late teens handling it with ease. His view on genders and physique were being starkly revised, but that was not uppermost in his mind at this point. He didn't like being in a vulnerable position below so much weight. And he didn't care much for the indignity of having his naked ass waving in the air, either. With his now freed hands he alternately pummeled Mary's legs and pushed with all his strength to bring her down, but he might as well have been trying to lift a house for all the effect he was having. The only debilitation she suffered was shaking slightly from laughter at how puny his utter inferiority made him seem. "Careful, silly," she laughed. "You don't want this coming down on your head, do you?" With that she pressed the weight over her head. The steel bar drooped on either side from the weight it carried. From the tops of her wrists to her arched feet Mary was a picture of flexed strength. Every muscle group was etched in anatomical splendor, all expanded well beyond the size of his muscles, of which he had been so proud just a couple of hours ago. The expansion of her chest snapped one of the straps of her top and uncovered one mighty breast in all its meaty glory. Her glutes jutted out the stretchy material of her shorts and he could see the fount of her sex imprinted through the stretched front. And her legs emphasized by the arching of her feet within the high-heeled sandals were ultra sexy and ultra powerful at the same time. A light sheen of perspiration burst out all over her body and enhanced the lustrous bronze of her velvety skin. In his mesmerized stupor he was dimly aware of his cock poking aside pubic hairs as it erected anew and his balls tightening in a tingling arousal. She lowered the weight to her chest and, between deep breaths, informed him in a superior manner, "Linda and I have been using this for bench presses when we exercise outside, but I think we will have to add a little more weight to give us a challenge. Still, I think it will be enough to keep you pinned in place." And again, catching him by surprise, she lowered the weight so that it rested in the crock of his knees and lay across his upper chest below his neck. He was still trussed up with his rump indignantly raised up higher than the rest of him, but now only the barbell held him in place. "You see how you can bring your whole body into play," she said, giggling at the ridiculous spectacle he made in this position. "You have your legs, arms, shoulders, and abs all in position to lift this little bench-press weight off of you. And if you do, I'll let you go. Or you can stay and play some more if you wish. Come on, big boy, show us that a male is at least half as strong as a female. If you can't, I'll be glad later to show that a girl can do it without breaking a sweat." Kevin strained and flexed, grunted, strained and flexed some more. He concentrated all his effort in moving that damned mass of disks and metal bar. Finally, drawing a deep breath, he pushed furiously with all his might and muscle groups. The girls regaled him with laughter and mock cheers, "Go! Go! Go!" He heard a click as he continued grunting in effort. The barbell seemed to move upward some and he strained mightily but then simply gave out. He was utterly exhausted and gave in to defeat. Through eyes streaked with sweat and now tears, he saw that Linda had taken his picture. Their laughter made tears of frustration well up in his eyes, but he fought to hold them back. "Well, that was a good show, Kevin, but a pretty weak effort. You're probably just tired. We'll let you rest for a while perhaps and then you can try again," Mary said. Kevin noticed that Mary had done most of the talking since she arrived. In fact, Linda was leaning back in a chair nearby with her feet propped up, sunning her still bare, awesome torso. She looked almost bored with the proceedings, clearly choosing to allow Mary the stage, like a mentor allowing a student to show what she could do. Again that flicker of light in a narrow recess of his brain. "Maybe a little corporal punishment might give you incentive. How about I give you one whack on your butt for each month you didn't call or write?" Mary said, stooping down in a menacing pose. "But no, I prefer to have a man on my lap when I spank him, struggling to escape without any bonds to prevent it but unable to get away as I whale away. Does that sound like fun, being naked on Mommy's naked lap, unable to keep her from doing whatever she wants?" she said huskily tracing her hand along Kevin's side, across his chest, down to his phallus, once again thickening in erection. "Yes, I think that appeals to you, you naughty weak little boy," she exhaled sexily with a half laugh. She drew one of his hands on top of her exposed breast, and he felt the large, thick nipple harden. She reached a hand back to his penis and tickled its now rigid expanse. He began to breath in gasps. She drew away and laughed at him. "You know, I think you made a big mistake, never keeping in touch, Kevin. We might have had some fun, while I grew up. Maybe I could have made a man out of you, but now I'm afraid you just couldn't hold up to a real love bout. You'd break in two. But come to think of it that could still be fun for me -- once." Erotically, she drew off her shorts and halter top, posing for him completely nude, save for her white high-heeled shoes. Kevin said nothing, but his bobbing cock and his labored breathing spoke for him. She imperiously stood astride him and squatted down to remove the barbell. He was treated anew to the bulging of each muscle group and an open view of her pubis as she snatched up the weight and, pivoting over him, dropped it gracefully alongside him. He moaned as he stiffly brought his legs down to rest on the grass. She then lay down on his supine body and spread her substantial, ultrasexy body over his in a grapevine hold. Lifting his mouth to her breasts, she simultaneously grabbed his member and thrust down to engulf it in her wet, hot vagina. "Put that mouth to work, little man," she hissed. He did, licking and sucking as the nipples bobbed up and down as she violently plunged up and down on his member, each downstroke crushing his balls and each upstroke of her mighty vagina threatening to pull his cock out by the roots. She cackled forcefully as he at first grimaced in pain, and then babbled for her to ease up, to slow down. He tried to arrest her movements by grabbing her shoulders and pulling down with all his might, but what he had always considered a strength that could overpower any damsel and most men was like putty to her; it only made her laugh and pump harder. There was no need for her to warn him not to come; the pain and pressure ensured against that. But there was no flagging of his erection either as she pulled his hands down and forced them to caress her colossal breasts, her prodigious lats, and unbelievable abs. She reached her first orgasm and then another, and finally she buried his head in her bosom and hugged his upper chest with such force it bowed out on either side of her stupendous arms and at the same time her thighs crunched down on his lower ribs. With the crackling of his bones resounding in his ears, he swirled into unconsciousness thinking that they had made good on their claims. He had died in the throes of their sexual climax. "Is this a private party or can anyone take off his clothes and join?" Kevin revived with a start at hearing this booming familiar voice. He turned his head to the source, and through a prismatic haze saw the gigantic curly-haired lineman lean over the fence leering at what seemed to be an orgy at intermission. Kevin groaned woozily. This was a nightmare; this place was busier than Grand Central Station. He supposed his mother had told Lance where he was; the guy was always hanging around. Linda vaulted over the fence to smile at the newcomer in the widow's yard. "Well, Lance Murphy, what an honor!" "Lance," Mary called out, "you're just in time to see Kevin get punished for his sins of commission -- or omission. Right Kevin?" But Kevin had taken advantage of their attention to Lance, to grab his clothes and make a dash for the other end of the yard. Alas, he had not enough head start. Mary's back was turned, but Linda saw and vaulted back over the fence and raced after him in hot pursuit. As he sped away, feeling ridiculous in his nudity, with his still glistening half-hard prong and exposed balls swinging painfully, he heard Linda gaining ground on him. She had not bothered even to kick off her sexy shoes and was a glorious sight, her large breasts jouncing with damped motion on her deep muscular chest. Soon her powerful strides brought her close enough that a flying tackle brought the big fullback banging down hard on the grass, completely knocking the wind out of him. He clutched the tender ribs that Mary had severely strained but mercifully not broken, and which now had been assaulted again. He would have screamed in pain but his injured diaphragm denied him the air to do it. His only sounds were panicky "Hu--" sounds as he struggled for breath. Her robust chest heaving deliciously with the thrill of triumphant chase, Linda smiled down at the gasping male trying to draw a breath but not yet succeeding. "Well, I guess we can cross foot races off our list of contests," she said teasingly, "Or maybe I should take on the same handicap as Atalanta. The suitors raced nude in typical Greek fashion, like you, while some authors said she wore heavy armor. Say, you know, I think I'll add football to my resume -- tackling is fun! It doesn't seem very much challenge though. But if there were enough guys against Mary and me ...." She scooped down and lifted him on her shoulders. Departing momentarily from her teasing, she whispered in an almost tender tone, "I would let you go now, Kevin. You weren't the challenge I expected and you're clearly spent now. But there's a price to pay for the past and sometimes it's best to get it over with. I think I'm doing you a favor, pretty boy." She headed back toward Mary and Lance, carrying the 200-plus pounds of male athlete like a tow sack. Kevin, for his part, was silent and still; might as well save his energy, he thought. Linda's compassionate words splashed off him like water off plastic; she was a cipher to him. Lance was confused and nervous. For all his male bravado, he was very insecure to be in the intimate presence of two beautiful babes essentially nude in the broad daylight and voluptuous in the extreme. His cock was fully awake and leaking already inside his underwear. When he had first arrived, his hormone-driven mind registered two girls undressed and a lucky Kevin exposed as well and apparently winding down from such an intense sexual frolic that he seemed exhausted. His respect for Kevin, already his idol, had risen even higher. "Kevin, you the Man!" he blurted out softly. And then that supreme babe had vaulted the fence and seemed to come on to him. He had almost blasted his wad without being touched, and his knees felt weak. Then Kevin had done such a strange thing by running away, looking ridiculous and pathetic. And worse, a girl in high heels was able to catch him, tackle him in incapacitating fashion, and carry him back. It was like a reversal of a caveman capturing his woman. He noticed for the first time how muscular these girls were. Bodybuilders and, lord, what bodies! The one leaning her chest against the fence toward him -- what a cleavage! Her large-nippled breasts were pressing against the fence, and, far from flattening those outsized melons, the damn fence was giving way! She was saying something. Reluctantly, he drew his eyes upward. "Huh?" he managed stupidly. "I said, I'm glad you dropped by big guy," she repeated. "The more -- and the BIGGER -- the merrier, I always say! Don't go away. Kevin and I have some unfinished business to take care of, but we have all day and I bet you really know how to party, right Lance?" She turned and caught the big fullback as Linda half tossed him to her. For Lance's benefit she lifted Kevin over her head. Her breasts stood out, huge and taut, occupying all of Lance's gray matter for the time being. He barely noticed that all her muscles bulged out in a fashion he'd never seen on a girl before, and on few guys, for that matter. But muscles didn't scare Lance. He was the strongest guy on Kevin's team; having huge muscles himself, musculature on other guys - - and now these girls! -- didn't impress him. They looked good though! "A very nice package, VERY nice," he thought to himself and was conscious of his underwear becoming wetter and stickier. "God, he had to have some of that," he said to himself. A little three-way action as soon as she did Kevin -- they seemed to be begging for it and Lance was the man to provide it. He was used to taking first and asking later. Still, something about this scene wasn't right. What was it? As Mary lowered the squirming and cursing Kevin slowly to her shoulders and then lifted him as high as she could again, her powerful physique and feminine pulchitrude danced erotically. Lance's tongue literally hung out of his open mouth. Mary winked at him as Linda vaulted the fence once again to join him on the other side. Linda stood just behind the giant and molded her moist naked torso against his back and rubbed one perfect leg along his inner thigh. "Do you like strong girls, big fella?" Linda whispered in his ear and rubbed his tush seductively. "Well, I see that you do!" she giggled, rubbing and kneading his butt flesh harder. He looked down where her eyes were merrily fixed and saw that his loose shorts were tented and a small dark stain had appeared on the khaki surface. Not one to be sheepish, he smiled cockily back. "Are you man enough to control that equipment and handle a couple of girls like us, stud?" she breathed throatily. Lord, they were exciting! Where had Kevin been hiding these gals? "Both at once, baby, or one at a time. I'm your man!" he replied grandly. "Oh, I think one at a time should keep you busy enough, Mr. Bigstuff. But first let's watch the show." Mary had seated herself regally on a sturdy bench and womanhandled the violently squirming fullback until she had his belly across one magnificently flexed thigh. Her other powerful thigh was draped over both his legs, immobilizing them. One of her mighty arms had one of his arms in a painful hammerlock and pressed down on his back with such force his face was hanging down near the ground. "Let's see now. One whack for each thoughtless month since we last saw each other. That would be 34, right? Can you take it like a man, without crying?" Mary asked in mocking tones. Lance was beginning to sense what was happening but he still thought this was part of a game. It did seem that Kevin was fighting it but maybe that was part of the game -- a weird game. He didn't know that his friend was into this sort of thing, but you never knew for sure about anyone. Who was he to judge? "What happened to Kevin? He looks really tired," Lance said, puzzled by his friend's dragged out appearance. "Too much of the old in-out?" Linda chuckled. "Oh, you naughty boy. Such conventional thoughts you have. Yeah, it's been a long morning for Kevie. But I think he's learning a lot." Meanwhile, on the other side of the fence, Mary had proceeded to thrash away at Kevin's exposed derriere. "ONE, TWO, THREE,...!" Each blow with her open hand resounded like a shotgun blast. Kevin, despite his intention not to show that her spanking had any effect, yelped in surprise at the unexpected pain. Lance was startled by the violence of the sound, and the large twitch of his friend's butt every time a blow struck. Linda rubbed against him in ever more arousing style, and whispered throatily, "Would you like a spanking, big boy? Have you been bad?" She reached her hand inside his shorts and caressed the big leaking boner. "Ooo, you ARE bad!" Lance's pulse raced and his breathing became ragged, but he managed to gasp out, "Uh, no, no thanks, uh -- That's not my scene, baby, but I can give you what you need, girl. Trust me." Linda giggled throatily at his cockiness. Kevin tried to kick and punch violently but was tied up so securely that his movements and Mary's flogging only ground his cock against her ultrafirm, ultrasexy leg. In spite of himself and the pain and the humiliation, he began to sprout a full-blown erection. Mary could feel it and did her best to abrade it toward ejaculation. "You love this, don't you, you big pervert? You love being handled by a big girl. It's your secret fantasy. Kevin Landis, sissy. Don't forget, Lance is watching, Kevie, and I don't think he approves." Kevin strained to prevent ejaculation. "Just a few more," he thought hopefully. "God they hurt! But I will NOT disgrace myself further!" But, devilishly, Mary lightly massaged Kevin's tightening testicles and flexed her leg in deliciously massaging waves of hot flesh along Kevin's rigid prong before her next swat. "That's not fair," he muttered. "Thirty one! ..." she announced with a hard smack and then demonstrated her amazing strength by kneading her hand into his butt and rotating it so that his cock was massaged to the edge of no return. After the next swat, she could feel his cock contract in imminent explosion and parted her legs for Linda and, especially, the nonplussed Lance to see, as Kevin spurted in impotent globs along her thigh. "Kevin, Kevin, Kevin, you naughty boy," she taunted. "This is just not acceptable behavior. I'm afraid that deserves another ten smacks at least." And she continued, but Kevin realized she had been holding back, for now the bruising and tenderizing was unbearable. Blood vessels were being broken, muscles torn and bruised. What had been hard, muscular glutes became a flaming mass of gelatin. The pain and humiliation were too much. She was never going to stop until he broke. He began to sob. She stopped and rolled him onto the ground. "You know, Kevin, I tasted your spunk those many months ago, but I wonder if you've ever partaken. It's your chance to find out what you've been missing. Lap it up like a good dog, now, and I'll let you go." She stood astride him and pulled his head up to where his semen coursed down her leg in viscous trails. With no further prodding, he licked. He gagged at first at the mere thought of something so repugnant, but he did it and the taste wasn't that bad. The humiliation, well, what did it matter anymore? He was broken. In fact, as he licked, he unconsciously caressed her perfect skin, running his hand over the perfect bulges of her calves and thighs, the slender crock of her knees in between. She WAS perfect! He had been a fool. Looking up at her colossal form as she stood imperiously above him, he worshipped her. His resilient member amazingly rose up from its limp coil to salute her once again, as he kneeled respectfully in front of her. He could not believe it; he'd never recovered so fast from ejaculation, check that, two orgasms! "Ooo, Kevin!" she breathed heavily, seeing his arousal, and becoming charged herself from his strategic licking and ministrations. "Perhaps there is some use for you after all." Winking at the nonplussed Lance and her smirking protegee, Mary bent down and lifted the big fullback into her arms. She carried him over her shoulder into the house with Kevin looking at Lance and Linda, a sheepish smile on his boyish face. "Lance," Linda said, "Looks like it's just you and me, now. Before we play many games, though, one of us has to finish mowing this yard. How about a little contest? You win and I mow the yard -- in the nude if you wish -- and after that -- well, I'd be at your disposal so to speak." She pulled his head down and planted a long, breath-robbing kiss on his willing lips. By the time he managed to pull away, he was dizzy with lust and lack of air. "Now, about that contest -- it has to be something you're good at. You look like a big fella. How about WEIGHTLIFTING? You any good at that?" she intoned huskily, massaging his palpitating cock. "But first, the rule of the day around here is no clothes, except for your shoes." An hour later, while Kevin dozed in utter exhaustion, Mary peeked through the window to see a very nude, very large, muscular male mowing the yard next door. "Nice tush," she giggled.