Beach Babe
By valerafon
A young man meets the girl of his dreams.


This is a work of fiction and should not be read by anyone under the age of
eighteen. Please do not read further if you are offended by violence and or
sexual content.

I was flying home to Los Angelus and I was anxious to see my friends again. I
hadn't been home since I moved to Chicago three years ago. I was really
looking forward to seeing Ted and Mike again. We had been inseparable since
junior high. We did everything together. I hadn't seen either of them since I
left to take that job with the marketing firm of Fish and Saunders.

As kids we spent all of our free time on the beach surfing and having a blast
with the babes. I'm not sure how I found the time to go to college, but
somehow I managed to pull it off. None of us were married yet, although both
Ted and Mike were getting pretty serious with a couple of California cuties. I
on the other hand, at twenty-seven, had transferred all my energy from a life
of idle play on the beach to a business career, and I just didn't have time
for a serious encounter or so I told myself.

I hadn't had a vacation in three years and that's why I jumped at the chance
when Mike called and proposed we all stay, for two weeks, at his house on the
beach. It was to be the three Amigos once more for old time sake.

We were going to spend the two weeks reliving our youth, and just having a
great time surfing and being beach bums. I looked forward to that almost as
much as seeing my two best friends again. I had the feeling that this was our
last hurrah together; distance and other concerns would just lead us down
different paths.

When I knocked on Mike's door, I was really anxious to see my buddies, but
they had other concerns. Opening the door, Mike shook his head like he was
disgusted, threw a beer at me, and said, "You're late! Put your trunks on and
let's get going."

As I was whisked inside, I saw Ted in his bathing suit guzzling down a can of
beer, but he stopped drinking to say, "Hurry up ... There's some major babe
action going on today!"

Mike pointed out my bedroom, which was down a hallway just off the kitchen,
Ted followed us with his can of beer and as I threw my suitcase on the bed, I
asked, "Is there a beauty contest today?"

"Better!" Ted said, "Female beach volleyball!" And they clapped their hands
together and whooped it up.

As I slipped out of my clothes, I asked sarcastically, "Hey! I thought you
guys were almost engaged?"

Mike poked his head back in the door and said even more sarcastically, "Hey,
hey! We're not married yet and were not pussywhipped either?"

As I hastily dressed I asked a few questions about the volleyball. It turned
out that volleyball had become very popular on the beach since I left and the
pro tour was making its annual stop only a half mile from Mike's house. When
we got there I was surprised to see there were even portable stands and they
were almost filled to capacity and the place was really jumping.

We were barely seated when the announcer introduced the first team. They were
brought in on a pickup truck and they of course were major babes. Both were
Aussies and it turned out that they were the number two-ranked team in the
world. Ted turned to me and said, "Both girls are right around six feet ... I
know you like tall girls ... You'll be in heaven today!"

I blushed a bit; Ted had remembered I liked tall girls from the old days. I
was just a pinch over five eight and I had dated a couple of girls who were
around five ten, but it never worked out. Tall girls seemed to prefer taller
men.

Mike hit my arm to get my attention and said, "If you still like Amazons then
you're really going to like the other team. There's one girl on that team
that's six three, and she's a real goddess too!"

Before I could reply the other team was brought in just like the first. The
two girls were introduced, and it turns out they were the number one ranked
team in the world. As they got out of the truck, Mike pointed to one of the
girls, and said, "That's the one ... that's her!"

She didn't look that much taller than the others, but all the girls were tall,
and even from my seat, I could see she had a world-class body and looks to
match. Her long blond hair was fixed in a ponytail, which poked out from under
her hat, and she was wearing sunglasses too, and it looked like her long
tanned legs went on forever.

Her name was Missy Sharp and I was surprised how much Mike knew about her. She
had been on the scene for a while now and she was the number one ranked player
in the world. Her partner Patty Walsh was no slouch either. She was six one,
and she was very beautiful and very athletic too. Heck, all four girls were.

I didn't so much watch the match as I watched Missy move. The other girls were
awesome as well, but my whole involvement in the match became her body. Her
movements hypnotized me. I watched her run. I watched her dive for the ball,
and I watched her spike it too. Or rather, I watched her body as she did all
those things. I didn't think just watching a girl move and play a game could
be so erotic, but it definitely was. I was glad I was seated because I was
sporting a boner.

Half way through the match, Mike poked me and said, "Isn't that Patty Walsh
something? I could tell which girl was his favorite. While I fixated on Missy,
Mike was fixating on Patty.

As Ted leaned over towards me, he tried to spoil my good time by saying;
"She's too tall for you, Brad."

As I looked at Ted, I realized Missy was seven inches taller than me. It just
wouldn't work out. My hopes felt like a balloon deflating, but I managed to
say to him, "A guy can dream, can't he?"

Mike piped in and said, "At least I'm as tall as Patty."

Mike was six one and Ted was almost as tall at six foot. Our heights had never
been an issue. In fact, even though I was smaller then my buddies, I had been
better at a number of sports. Both envied how well I could surf.

Mikes jab riled me a little and I looked at him and countered, "Not if she was
wearing heels."

Mike didn't like the remark and he took a sip of his beer, mulled over my
statement for a moment, and then he answered back, "I'd keep her barefoot and
pregnant."

While I shook my head, Ted and Mike banged hands.

The match went five sets and Patty and Missy finally won out. As we got up to
leave, I felt disappointed. I could have watched them play all day. Or more
accurately, I could have watched Missy move all day. I tried to get her out of
my mind. I knew I'd never see her again, and that was sad.

That night, Mike and Ted had invited all of their friends along the beach over
to a beach party. Everyone still had on their suits and some were taking a
moonlight swim. There were over a dozen of us and we had a bon fire going and
everyone was having a good time.

That's when Mike and Ted spotted two beauties walking our way along the beach.
They immediately jumped up and ran over to them to invite them to the party.
It was Mike's belief that you never had too many babes at a party. I was
surprised to see that the girls were just as tall as Mike and Ted. They talked
for a while and then they finally coaxed them to come over.

Mike gave them each a beer, and then introduced them around, "This is Betty
and this is Barb! There from Australia and their two of the volleyball players
from this afternoon."

These girls were something to see from the stands, but they were even more
awesome up close. They were tall and beautiful and they had the sexiest accent
I had ever heard.

I piped in and said, "Nice match!"

Barb looked at the three of us and said, "You guys were there?"

We all shook our heads, and then Betty said, "It would have been a lot better
if we had won, but Missy and Patty are a real tough team."

Most of the guys came over and huddled around the two Aussies and that annoyed
Mike and Ted. I think they were really infatuated with the two Aussie babes
and who could blame them. I was a little surprised that the guys hadn't
invited their girlfriends to that party but that was Mike and Ted.

Mike's parties always got bigger as the night progressed as people gravitated
towards the bon fire and heard the laughter, and this one was no exception. We
were accumulating singles and couples as the night wore on. Mike and Ted
always made it their job to make sure most of them were girls.

Mike spotted two more girls walking along the beach and he nudged my arm and
said, "Those two are yours ... Go get them champ!"

I was always up for a challenge so we banged hands and I took off towards my
targets. They saw me coming and turned and waited for me. When I finally
reached them, I realized they were both taller than me and one of them towered
over me. Both were wearing string Bikini's and they just looked awesome
standing there in the moonlight, but there was something about them that
seemed familiar.

"Hi!" I said casual like, "would you girls like to join our party?"

They looked at each other and shook their heads yes. Then the shorter girl
spoke, "We were hoping you'd say that!"

I gave them a big Brad Davis smile and said, "Great! My names Brad!" as I
offered them each an arm.

They each took one, and gave me a glorious smile back as the taller one said,
"I'm Missy and that's Patty."

That stopped me dead in my tracks and I said, "You play volleyball?"

"Uh huh," the bigger one said.

As we started moving again, I said and I meant it, "Well, let me say that
you're both great athletes."

This time they stopped as they looked to one another before Missy said
smiling, "Thanks! That's not usually what a guy tells us."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Oh, they usually tell us were good looking or that we have great bodies or
something along those lines ... It's refreshing to hear a guy compliment us
for our athletic abilities."

I looked both of them over and said in a small voice, "Oh, I hadn't even
noticed your bodies."

That brought some laughter from the girls and Patty said jokingly, "Yea,
right!"

I tried not to laugh at my own joke and we started to move towards the bon
fire again.

I have to admit that I did feel very small between these two towering Amazons.
I loved being around and dating tall women, but it always brought out
conflicting emotions in me. It always made me feel like I was their kid
brother or something. If I felt that way I wondered how they felt next to a
smaller man. It wasn't their fault I was smaller than they were. I guess I
just wished I were taller too.

We made the party and I introduced them around. Of course Mike and Ted came
running right over. The girls spied the two Aussies and they went right over
and started talking after they both got a can of beer.

I wanted to talk to Missy more but I didn't want her to feel like I was
hanging around so I sort of lost my chance and melted into the crowd. Of
course, the four girls were the center of attention most of the night. I often
looked Missy's way to see if she was alone, but she never was. I think she
even caught me looking a couple of times.

I hated myself for being so shy. It was like I felt I was missing out on a big
opportunity, but really I guess I should have just been glad that they were
there. I thought to myself, these were world-class babes and I was just an
average guy, I really didn't think I had a chance with any of them.

A little later, some noise caught my attention and I walked over to see that
some of the guys and a few girls had made a circle around Betty.

I got there just in time to hear her say, "Who wants to try me?"

Mike turned his head towards me when he saw me walk next to him, and he gave
me that devilish grin of his that always meant big trouble. I knew something
was up as he grabbed my arm pushing me into the circle and yelled, "Here's
your man!"

Everybody started to clap. I didn't have any idea what was happening and I
asked, "What's going on?"

Betty crouched low and spread her hands in a classic wrestling stance as she
answered back, "Just a little wrestling, Aussie style!" Then she started
moving forward as she said gleefully, "Think you can handle me, big guy?"

I wanted to say no way, but everyone was cheering us on and I couldn't say
something like that in front of all these cheering spectators. As she rushed
me, I managed to avoid her at first, but that only seemed to make her more
determined as she approached me more slowly and deliberately this time.

While I concentrated on avoiding her, I heard Mike yell, "Show her whose
boss!"

That brought some laughter from the crowd and I heard one girl say as I
avoided contact again, "He's afraid of her ... He's a wimp!"

Her comment threw a switch in my brain and I wanted to show everyone that I
was no wimp. So I crouched low and waded right in. That was a big mistake.
Betty immediately grabbed me and flipped me over her hip and I landed with a
thud in the soft sand, and then it was down hill from there.

For the next couple of minutes, she threw me all over the place. I had
absolutely no chance against her. I was no softy. I worked out and maintained
a lean trim body, but she was obviously skilled in a martial art and her
wrestling savvy far outdistanced my own. My poor showing was so embarrassing
that the voices in the crowd were either laughing at my drubbing or making
sarcastic and embarrassing remarks. The laughter only spurned me on as I tried
to save some sort of male pride and dignity. I gave it all I had, but she was
tossing me about like I was a rag doll.

Finally, she scooted behind me and wrapped those big legs of hers around my
neck.

"I heard someone say when the hold was locked in, "She's got him now!"

Then she balanced herself on her hands and raised her body up getting more
leverage into the hold as she tore into my neck with her awesome legs. It felt
like I was trapped in velvet vice of muscular femininity as her mammoth thighs
engulfed my head. There was excruciating pain and I couldn't breath. My hands
tore at her legs to try and pry them open but she had me and we both knew it.
I struggled for a few seconds more and then someone in the crowd yelled, "Hey
Betty, don't sit on your trophy too long!"

"He's got to give!" she yelled and then she increased the pressure with her
legs even more. By this time I was in a half dream like state as her legs
massacred me, but I head her say to me in a whisper so no one else could hear,
"Give up, and I'll let you go!"

I couldn't give in front of all these people. I could be stubborn, and I tried
to hold out, but I was fading fast. When I didn't immediately give, she
started shaking her legs putting even more force into the hold.

I felt myself fading fast and I must have pissed her off when I didn't give up
because she shouted out in that sexy Australian accent of hers, "Give ...
Surfer Boy!"

I was just about to give in, but Mike yelled, "Hey that's my buddy!" And he
waded in and grabbed her, but as he struggled with her she still maintained
her hold on my head with those sexy long legs of hers. She was actually
fighting the two of us at the same time. I was still about to yell, I give
when Ted came to my rescue too. He grabbed at her lower body and the combined
efforts of the three of us broke her hold on my neck.

"Hey! Three against one, that's not fair," her partner Barb yelled.

A guy in the crowd yelled, "Yea, I think they need more guys." And everyone
laughed, but Barb waded in to the fray too.

Now there were three guys against two girls, but I managed to crawl away in
the melee, and make it two against two. Everyone was watching Barb and Betty
sock it to Mike and Ted that I went unnoticed for the most part as I crawled
out into the crowd. I tried to stand on wobbly feet and shake the cobwebs out
of my head, and I almost fell over, but I was just barely able to maintain my
balance. Then things quickly started to stabilize as my senses returned, and I
could see that Mike and Ted were getting thoroughly thrashed, but that it was
very playful and Ted was laughing and Mike was making funny comments as the
girls socked it to them.

I was still red faced and embarrassed as I shook the sand off me. I was about
to leave when I saw someone looking at me. It was Missy and she had a sad look
on her face as she stared my way. Our eyes met for a moment and then I slipped
out of the crowd and headed up the beach and sat down in the sand to regroup.
I could still hear laughter from the crowd and knew that the wrestling match
was still going on. I was embarrassed and contemplated going back to the house
as I stared out at the ocean.

I didn't even see her approach as I heard a female voice intrude in on my
thoughts, "Mind if I join you?"

The voice was familiar by now and I knew it was Missy even before I looked up
at her. Finally, my eyes made the journey up past those long magnificent legs
of hers to her naked taut midriff to those two large protruding breasts and on
to her angelic face. She was such an awesome sight hovering right there above
me that I momentarily couldn't speak.

She was smiling down at me and she was carrying something too. She didn't wait
for my answer; she just sat down and offered me one of the plates she was
carrying. She also managed two cans of beer in her hands as well.

I looked at the plate and there was some chicken on it, a corncob, and some
potato salad. I looked at her, blushed for a moment, and then took the plate
and the beer.

"Thanks," I said as I popped open the can of beer.

As we settled in to eat, she said, "You mustn't feel inferior, Betty has been
beating guys at wrestling for years now ... Most of them usually are a lot
bigger than you ... I think she gets a real kick out of beating a guy when
there's a crowd present."

"It's still embarrassing," I said as I took a bite of the chicken.

Just then we heard a loud roar and we both looked back in the direction of the
noise for a few seconds.

Then she looked back at the water and said, "You're friends are getting
slaughtered back there and they don't seem to mind."

"They're a lot bigger than me," I sad sadly.

"And they're still getting slaughtered."

I got her message and I said, "You four girls are so amazing."

She laughed and said, "We are a cut above the norm ... sometimes, it's not
easy for us being so tall and athletic."

"What do you mean? " I asked.

"Sometimes, we like boys who aren't as tall an athletic as us."

My heart was pounding now as I asked, "Did you ever go out with that kind of
guy?"

She smiled again and said, "I have, but usually they can't handle it ... a boy
has to realize that I am who I am, I am a big strong girl who happens to be
very athletically gifted."

"You weren't embarrassed ... I mean about the height difference," I asked
excitedly.

"Why should I be ... I like who I like and the public be damned ... but he has
to handle it too ... I think it's harder for a guy!"

We were quiet for a second and then she asked, "Could you handle it? I mean I
saw how you were looking at me tonight."

I blushed and said, "You're pretty straight forward aren't you?"

She put her hand on my head and started to stroke my hair with her big hand.
Her touch felt so wonderful. Then she replied, "I'm twenty six and I'm old
enough to know what I like, and I like you."

My heart really started to pound in my chest with that pronouncement, and I
looked at her and said, "I've always liked big beautiful women and you're the
biggest and most beautiful I have ever seen."

She laughed, and then she asked, "You still haven't answered my question."

"I'd sure as hell give it a try," I said sincerely.

She laughed and then she added, "It won't be easy ... I travel a lot ... and
you'd have to be cool with that ... and you'd also have to be cool with a lot
of other guys gawking at me all the time too."

"I could handle that," I said," a relationship has to be fifty-fifty. If the
girl's pursuing a career just like the guy, then the guy should be
supportive."

I could see she liked what I said, and she added, "He'd have to be cool with
the fact that I'm very athletic and strong too. I'm very competitive ...
Sports come natural to me and I'm good at everything I try ... if we were
wrestling, for instance ... I wouldn't lose on purpose just to make you feel
better. Could you handle that?"

This time I paused. She was the biggest girl I had ever seen. Her body was not
only feminine and large, but it was also a symphony of feminine muscularity.
She didn't look like a bodybuilder, but she had packed on to her athletic body
a lot of muscle with out it being overdone, and she had done it perfectly. She
was simply the tallest fittest most beautiful woman I had ever encountered.

She was waiting for an answer looking very beautiful in the moonlight as she
sat next to me on the beach. Finally, I gave to her an answer to the question
she asked that was both honest and sincere. "It won't be easy, "I said, "but
life isn't easy and the things that are the most worthwhile are also the most
difficult to attain."

She took a deep breath after my answer and gazed out at the ocean while she
pondered what I said. Why did I think it was the most important question I had
ever answered? Then she said finally, "I like you ... you never give me
answers I've gotten from other guys."

"Then you've been dating the wrong kind of guys," I shot back.

She laughed long and loud at that one and then our conversation hit a new
level as we talked for the next half hour getting to know one another better.

She told me her life story and I told her mine. We both listened carefully to
each other, but I still couldn't believe such a beautiful girl could go
unclaimed for so long. Neither of us had been in a lasting relationship for
exactly the same reason, our profession, and I could hear a trace of regret in
both of our voices.

I was glad to hear that Patty and Missy had rented a house on the beach and
that her season was over and that she would be here for the next two months
training and practicing for the Olympics. I hoped to see a lot of her in the
next two weeks and she seemed eager enough to see me as well.

After we finished eating, she got up and stowed our empty plates and beer cans
in the garbage, and when she came back, she offered me her hand and said, "Do
you want to go for a walk along the beach."

That was an offer I couldn't refuse and as she pulled me up, I said, "I know a
great spot, it's really secluded with a great view of the ocean."

As we started walking hand in hand in that direction, she joked in a sexy
voice, "Uhhh ... It's secluded ... Can I trust you?"

"No," I said, "but don't let that stop you."

She took the remark just how I meant it, as a joke, and she laughed heartily.

Then she countered, "Maybe it's you who should be worried. After all, I am a
very strong and powerful woman!"

I laughed, but I managed to say, "I couldn't be that lucky."

We were both laughing now as we walked arm and arm down the beach.

The spot I had selected had a great view of the ocean and several large rock
formations dotted the water. In the moonlight this secluded spot was a very
romantic place. I really liked this tall beautiful woman and alone in this
place our height difference didn't seem to matter at all. For awhile, we just
looked out at the ocean, each silent and wrapped up in our own thoughts till
Missy turned around and got very close to me and asked, "Brad, I want to try
something ... Are you game?"

Looking up into those sparkling blue eyes of hers I said, "I'm game if you
are."

When a woman says something like that in the moonlight, all sorts of things go
through a man's mind. Usually, there all the wrong things, but a man really
can't help himself, and I was no exception. I had no idea what she wanted, but
I was game for just about anything as I looked up into that beautiful face of
hers and hoped that she was going to bend down and kiss me.

I didn't have to wait for long because she reached down and put her hands on
my waist and then she started to lift me up. I was too stunned to talk as I
felt my feet leaving the sand and my body rising till my head was several feet
over hers.

It was another moment before I regained my voice and yelled, "Put me down!
Somebody will see!"

As she continued to lift me off the ground, she spoke to me in a calm voice,
"It's night and this spot is very secluded. No one will see us ... . Besides I
thought you could handle this."

"Please, Missy, put me down," I pleaded in a frantic voice.

She ignored my pleas and spoke again, "I want you to understand something
about us from the beginning. Whatever we do, I will be better at it than you
... Now, wrap your legs around my middle."

She still held me aloft but I didn't wrap my legs around her waist as she
requested and I said, "Bowling ... You won't be better at bowling than I am,
and I'm a great surfer too!"

As she looked up into my agitated face, she smiled and said, "I've bowled four
perfect games and my average is two twelve ... True, I've never surfed, but if
I took it up, I would be better than you in a matter of days ... I'm not
bragging, it's just the competitor and the athlete in me that allows me to
excel ... Now, do as I say, and wrap your legs around my middle."

I was stunned by her response, but for some reason I believed her. She was a
world-class athlete, but I heard myself say, "You'd never beat me at chess!"

She laughed at my remark and told me some amazing news, "Mensa has asked me to
join them on a number of occasions ... I have a one sixty eight IQ ... Now,
will you wrap your legs around my tummy ... Trust me you're really going to
enjoy this, I promise."

She was still effortlessly holding my body up next to hers as we had this
conversation. As she held me, I wondered just how strong this phenomenal woman
was as I looked about to see if any one was nearby. No one was so I gave in
and wrapped my legs around her midsection. As soon as I did so, she moved her
arms and placed one hand on my butt and the other arm snaked around my waist
and supported me from behind.

Much of my weight was now supported by her midsection and the rest by her arms
as she sang out, "See that wasn't so hard now was it?"

I didn't answer her and I must have looked really embarrassed because she
said, "Give in to the feeling ... it's not everyday that a beautiful girl
carries you around like this."

I was silent for a moment with my head just above her smiling face as I closed
my eyes and gave in to that glorious feeling of being carried by such a
beautiful member of the opposite sex. Her nearness, her breath on my face, the
touch of her body, even her voice was thrilling to me. I felt my heart racing
in my chest, but there was another emotion running through my mind as well,
and I felt embarrassment too because I was the man and a member of the
supposed weaker sex was supporting my body in an embarrassing front straddle.

Finally, in a panic my eyes popped open. This was a girl and she was lifting
me like I was a small child, and I heard my mind say but I'm supposed to be
the man as I looked down into her sparkling blue eyes.

In spite of my conflicting emotions, it wasn't anger she heard when I spoke
but rather astonishment as I gasped out, "You're ... You're so strong!"

She smiled at my reaction, and she said sweetly, "I'm a girl, silly!"

She said it like that explained everything, but her words just confused me
more, and I could feel the hairs on the back of my head stand up on end and a
little electric shock of pleasure run down my spine as I started to give in to
her and the moment.

To add to my confusion, she took her left arm off my butt and flexed her arm
and made a muscle in front of my eyes. The muscle seemed to leap right out of
her arm when she flexed it. It was enormous and I realized a lot bigger than
my own.

"Go ahead, feel it!" she coaxed.

It was all so confusing to my male mind. A beautiful girl was carrying me and
she was flexing this enormous muscle in my face. The whole situation had a
feeling of unreality about it, so my hand went up to touch it to see if it was
real and as hard as it looked.

I made a clearly audible gasp when I touched it. Missy smiled at my reaction
and her voice became even more soft and sultry, "See, it's not so bad being
carried by a big strong beautiful woman ... You just have to give in to the
fact that I'm a lot smarter and stronger and bigger than you are ... There's
no shame in that ... It's just the way it is!"

I stopped playing with her muscle and I looked at her in wonder and she
immediately responded by saying in an even sexier voice, "And you're just the
right size for me to do this!"

As she made her statement, she took her arms and wrapped them around my back,
placed her head on my chest, and squeezed my body tightly to her own while she
continued to support me. As she continued to press my body to hers, she said
excitedly, "I could just hug you like this forever!"

With the way she had me positioned and the fact that she was so much taller
than me, my legs, which hung down behind her, did not even reach her knees. In
comparison, my legs looked like skinny pretzels next to her long tanned
well-muscled athletic legs. Despite our contrasts my perch was thrilling and I
was enjoying her embrace very much.

As she hugged me she continued to increase the pressure till I had to say,
"Missy, too tight!"

She giggled like a schoolgirl, but she did let up just a bit and she replied,
"You're going to have to kiss me, if you want me to stop squeezing you!"

I could hear the merriment in her voice so I decided to play along and I said
very firmly, "No!"

My statement seemed to take her back for a second and than she replied in a
determined voice, "Oh really ... we're just going to have to see about that!"

Instantly her embrace became a vise of muscular steel, I couldn't breath and I
couldn't move and I could barely talk as I gave in to her in a matter of
seconds, "OK ... OK ... I'll kiss you!"

As soon as her victory was on record, I felt my body slowly being lowered till
her beautiful grinning face was just below my own.

"You were saying," she said in an amused voice.

I put my arms around her neck and said, "Just shut up!" And then I kissed her
very passionately as I gave in to her charms completely. So there I was
kissing my dream girl squarely on the lips as I was held aloft straddling her
shapely hips.

After the kiss, she just looked at me for a moment before she said, "Whew that
was nice!" Then she added, "See Brad, being carried by a girl can be fun for
you and fun for me too!"

"It is different," I managed to say breathlessly.

Then she really surprised me by asking, "Would you like to come home with me?"

I was with a goddess, was she kidding?

"I'd love too," I told her as we stared into each other's eyes. "Just put me
down!"

She paused a moment then she shocked me by saying, "I want to carry you back
in my arms ... It'll be like a reversal of cave man times."

I didn't understand what she was getting at and I asked, "What do you mean?"

"You've seen the stories where a cave man clubbed the girl on the head and
then dragged her back to his lair ... We'll; now this modern girl will carry
her cave man back to her lair.

"You're not going to club me over the head," I asked incredulously.

"I really don't have too ... I mean I'm so much stronger than you are."

I panicked and said, "Somebody we'll see."

In an exasperated voice she said, "We'll then you carry me, but somebody's
carrying somebody."

She put me down, and as I looked at her she asked, "How do you want to carry
me, like I was carrying you?" And she immediately jumped onto my stomach.

I held her aloft for a second or two as I yelled out, "Oh god, you're heavy!"

She responded to my outcry by giggling. Her weight and her momentum from the
jump made me unsteady and I responded by crumpling down to the sand with her
landing right on top of me.

I heard her incessant giggling as we untangled and then as we stood she
commented, "Oh come on, you can do better than that ... . am I going to have
to carry you back after all."

Her words stung and put me on the defensive and I was going to show her by
carrying her all the way home.

"I can do it," I shouted, "it's just that you caught me off guard, is all."

She smiled and put her hands out daintily and tilted her body erotically and
said, "Well here I am, cave man ... come and get me!"

She looked so beautiful tall and exotic standing there in the moonlight. It
was all I could do just to control my emotions as I gazed upon this tall
scantily clad beauty before me, but her taunt and my failure to carry her made
me even more determined. I took a deep breath, scratched my head as I thought
for a moment, then I turned around and said in a determined voice. "Hop on."

Without hesitating she hopped on my back. I put my hand under her legs for
more support as I tried to maintain my balance stumbling around for a few
moments as I carried her piggyback style. She was laughing uproariously as I
finally managed to settle down and not drop her. I sagged a bit from her
weight and I couldn't stand totally upright, but I was more determined than
ever to prove her wrong and show her a thing or two about lifting and
carrying.

The sand was making walking even more difficult as I started to move very
slowly stumbling with her great weight from time to time. I was crouched low
from her weight and her feet were almost touching the sand. It was painfully
obvious to the both of us my chances of carrying her all the way home without
a rest was slim to none.

I said, "You know you weigh a ton!"

"It's all choice female, Brad," she replied and then she leaned closer and
started to play with my ear by nibbling on it.

What she was doing really distracted me and I started to stumble again and I
almost dropped her.

"That's not fair," I yelled.

That brought laughter from her again but she stopped her incessant nibbling.

Her actions made me more determined then ever and I started walking again. Our
progress was slow and difficult and it was obvious to the both of us that I
was laboring with her weight from the very beginning, but I managed to carry
her along for a few hundred yards and then she started to play one of her
silly games.

She took one of her hands and swatted my butt and yelled like a cowgirl, "Hyaa
... Faster ... faster horsy." And then she started to pump her body up and
down on my back like she really was on a horse and she wanted to go a lot
faster.

Her actions made it even harder for me to carry her, but for some reason
despite my obvious difficulties I tried to go faster. That exhausted my last
remaining stores of energy and I started to stagger about with her laughing
the whole time. Finally, I couldn't carry her any longer and our bodies
collapsed in a tangle on the soft sand.

As I tried to recover Missy yelled sarcastically, "You puppy!"

Then she reached out grabbed my hand and yanked me up. When I was upright she
kept right on lifting me. I was transported into her arms once again. This
time I started to struggle with her as I pushed on her shoulders trying to
make her drop me.

"Stop struggling," she ordered, but I still kept struggling with her as she
held me fast in her strong arms.

I was really embarrassed this time. She may have been a goddess but I didn't
understand why she had this thing about carrying me, and it was really
beginning to make me mad.

In response, she trapped my arms between her arms and my body, and joined her
hands behind my back and started to squeeze me tightly to her in a crushing
bear hug. She looked intently into my eyes as she turned up the pressure. Her
boobs were mashed against my chest, but I couldn't enjoy the sensation because
it felt like her powerful arms were going to break my back. My upper body
arched painfully back and away from her as I tried to relieve the pressure on
my ribs. My arms were pinned tightly to my sides and they were of no use as I
struggled helplessly in her arms with my feet dangling between her legs far
above the sand.

The pressure on my lower back was so intense that I finally had to yell out,
"Missy, Please ... stop."

"Now are you going to be a good cave man?" she scolded.

I was embarrassed at being manhandled so easily that I couldn't talk. Instead,
I looked at her sheepishly and nodded yes, and she immediately let up on her
crushing pressure.

Then her one hand drew my face closer to hers as her other arm held my body
fast in place up against her strong body, and she said sweetly, "That's a good
boy! Now put your legs around my middle again."

Our faces were so close that I could feel her sweet breath, and even as I
looked into her eyes I still felt defiance and I said, "But people will see
us."

She shook her head disgustedly like she was very displeased with my answer and
she scolded, "Stop worrying about other people ... to hell with them ... it's
me who you have to please!"

As we looked into each other's eyes, she tilted her head and I got the cue to
tilt mine slightly and kiss her. At least that was wonderful.

After the kiss she said very sweetly, "Now put your legs around my middle."

Still embarrassed I did as she instructed and I found myself in that now
familiar position straddling her waist. I really liked this big beautiful
woman but I just couldn't understand why she needed to carry me. It just
wasn't natural.

Again she exclaimed, "Good Boy!" And her one hand snaked around the back of my
head and drew my face to hers once more. This time the kiss was far more
passionate, and I felt myself giving in completely to her ardent advances.

Afterwards she asked, "Now are you ready to be carried back to my place?"

I'm sure she read my expression and as soon as I said, "But ... " she put a
finger up to my lips and stopped me and said, "Yes there'll be people who'll
see us, but to hell with them ... The fact is I enjoy carrying you and I know
you enjoy it too so stop worrying about things you can't control."

Again my mind was filled with contradictions. I wanted to go back with her,
but not like this. Still, the lure and the promise of going to her place was
just too great a prize to give up.

Finally, I said in a voice full of surrender, "OK ... Let's go."

As soon as I gave in to her she gave me a pleased little smile and then she
said, "You deserve a reward," and we kissed very passionately once more.

Her kisses always left me breathless and as I recovered she rearranged me so
that now she was carrying me on her right hip. She started to walk and it was
embarrassingly obvious that my extra weight would be no trouble for her at
all.

It was thrilling to be so close to this big beautiful woman as she carried me.
I started to relax and enjoy myself and give in just like she said I would
when I realized the direction we were headed would take us back past the beach
party and that's when I panicked again.

"Missy, you're not going to take us past the party, are you?" I asked
nervously.

She stopped and regarded me for a moment, then she said, "You're still
embarrassed about the wrestling match and I guess it would be too much for you
tonight if your friends saw me carrying you, huh baby ... I'll grant you this,
but as soon as were clear of the party, I will carry you again."

I wanted to be put down but I had to ask, "Why don't we avoid the party?"

She smiled and said mischievously, "Can't wait to get back, can you?"

Her candid remark made me blush.

Before I could say anything Missy added, "I want to talk to Patty for a second
... let her know that I'm having a guest over for the night."

The implications of her statement stunned me. I guess I was going to spend the
night. That pretty much ended any other questions and concerns I might have
had.

"Ok," I said sort of meekly, "let's go."

She smiled at me enjoying my instant cooperation and what it implied and then
she started to walk again still carrying me on her hip. It was really amazing
how easily she could carry me and walk at the same time. I really can't fully
describe the unbelievable sensation of being carried on her hip like a small
child. It was both thrilling and embarrassing all at the same time. I felt so
out of control too, and it also felt like I belonged to her but even that
sensation thrilled me as well.

As she walked along the beach carrying me on her hip I realized that letting
her carry me like this was a concession on my part. I was giving up control to
a big beautiful woman, and that's really maybe where all my issues lied. I may
have been smaller but I was the man and this was a man's world

True to her word, when we got close and could hear the noise of the party, she
set me down and took my hand in hers and we walked the rest of the way back
hand in hand. As we walked, she towered over me and I felt more like her
younger brother then a potential boyfriend. Still, being so near to this
awesome creature was such a rush. I really liked her and who wouldn't be
attracted to that big beautiful body of hers as well.

As soon as we got back to the party, which was still in full swing, I could
see that Mike and Patty were very chummy and both were still drinking and they
looked like they had a pretty good buzz on. I observed that the party had
grown again too. There must have been thirty people most of whom I didn't
know. Most of the group had broken off into couples and I saw that Ted was off
talking to Betty. They looked to be having a good time too.

I stood off by myself as the two women conversed watching them closely as they
talked. Missy and Patty talked for awhile and then Patty stopped talking and
looked at me before they started talking again. Mike who was hanging nearby
gave me the thumbs up signal. I guess he was eavesdropping in on the girl's
conversation. I sure would have liked to hear what the girl's were talking
about. I was sure it was about me.

As they continued to talk Mike came strolling over and I had to endure his
inebriated remarks, "Hey lucky, I want you back by 9:00 A.M. or I'm calling
your parents."

I tried to change the subject. I looked towards Patty and said, "Maybe you'll
get lucky tonight too."

Mike looked back at Patty and replied, "She can really hold her booze ... I
like her."

Missy and I left the party about five minutes later and true to her word as
soon as we were alone I found myself being lifted and carried again. I didn't
protest as much this time. We had made an agreement and I was looking forward
to her place.

This time she lifted me so that I was lying across her shoulders. Her one hand
was around my head and her other hand was down by my legs for balance as she
walked. I saw some people off in the distance but they were very far off and
didn't seem to be approaching us. Still, they held my attention as Missy
carried me down the beach. What I did not see was a young girl walk up to
Missy from the other direction. Her voice caught me totally by surprise.

"Wow! You're very strong!" she said to Missy.

I quickly turned my head to see a young girl who had to be about eleven or
twelve in a bikini standing next to Missy who had stopped to talk to her. The
girl was grinning from ear to ear as she looked up in wonder at the two of us.

"I am very strong but Brad here is very light!" she answered back.

"Still, it's really amazing to see a girl carrying a guy," she said in an
amused voice.

Then Missy stunned me by saying, "Would you like to see some other lifts?"

"I sure would!" she answered back in a delighted voice.

Then my body was being maneuvered as I tried to protest, but my protests were
ignored and once again I found myself straddling Missy's hips, and I found
myself staring into her lovely blue eyes. She winked at me as I heard the girl
say, "That's so cool ... He looks just like a little baby!" And then she
giggled like young girls are apt to do when confronted with an unusual
situation.

Her comment and her giggling tripped a breaker in my brain and I started to
struggle in Missy's arms. I pushed her shoulders with my hands again and my
feet left her hips and tried to find the sand as I really struggled in earnest
in Missy's strong embrace. In response, Missy's one arm tightened around my
back drawing me closer to her body and overpowering my own two arms, which
were still trying to push me farther away from her. It was an unequal and
futile battle as her one arm drew me tightly to her overwhelming both of my
arms in the process.

At the same time, her other arm reached down and caught my thigh lifting it
back up her body towards her shapely hips. It was obvious to the three of us
that I was losing the battle to unseat myself. If somebody was watching from a
distance it might not even have looked like a struggle to him or her because
Missy was so easily overcoming my attempts at getting free.

As she drew me even tighter to her and her breasts mashed into my chest she
barked out an order, "Stop struggling!" And then she leaned even closer so she
could whisper into my ear so the young girl couldn't hear. "Or this will get
even more embarrassing for you."

The young girl was watching entranced by the sight of a woman so easily
overpowering a grown man that she was speechless for a few moments but then
she found her voice and she said in amazement, "Wow ... You can make him do
anything you want, can't you?"

I didn't have time to even grimace at that remark because my body was being
maneuvered again. This time, her hands gripped me and lifted me high over her
head in a press. With some effort she finally straightened out her arms like a
weightlifter would who was pressing a dumbbell high over his head. She held
the pose for a few seconds as the young girl remarked in sheer delight, "Wow
... That is so radical ... . I wish I could do that."

"You can," Missy said as she maneuvered my body back down her arms and held me
at chest level. "I bet you could hold Brad here in your arms right now...hold
out your arms."

As the girl giggled but held out her arms, Missy again whispered to me, "Be
good or you won't go home with me."

I just gave her a sad look as she carefully handed over my body to the young
girl. The young girl had a determined look on her face as she accepted my body
into her arms. For a moment, I thought she would drop me, but Missy supported
some of my weight till she was sure the girl could carry me. I was stunned to
find that this young girl who was half the size of Missy could actually carry
me too. There I was a grown man being cradled in a twelve-year-old girl's
arms.

As soon as she steadied herself the young girl sang out, "I did it ... I can
carry him ... he's so light ... this is so amazing!"

I was so embarrassed I just closed my eyes hoping this nightmare would end.

Missy said happily, "Never limit yourself ... you're a young woman ... you can
do anything you set your mind too!"

The young girl was listening to Missy, but she was looking at me with a
precautious look on her pretty young face. As soon as her confidence with my
weight increased, she tightened her grip on my body and pushed me into a
tighter more compact package. Then she started to walk about with my body held
easily in her young arms. She was much smaller than me and it would have been
a comic sight for anyone who would have happened by to see such a small young
girl easily carrying a much older and bigger man in her arms with no apparent
difficulty.

Finally, Missy came to my rescue and reached for me saying, "I better take him
now."

Before she handed me over the young girl pleaded, "I can do more with him."

Missy responded by saying, "It's best if you get a little stronger first ...
I'll tell you what ... you see that beach house over there?"

"Yea, that's the McGrady place he's renting it to some women for the summer."

"Well, I'm one of the women and I'll be there for the next couple of months.
Why don't you come by tomorrow afternoon and we'll work out together ...
what's your name?"

"Really ... That's great! I'll be there! My name's Lucy, but everyone calls me
Lu." But before she handed me back over to Missy she turned to me, leaned over
and kissed me on the cheek exclaiming, "You've been real nice and you're kinda
cute too." And then she giggled again.

As Missy took me back Lu asked, I bet you I can carry him piggyback all the
way back to your place.

Missy was quiet for a moment then she said, "Brad couldn't carry me that far
... are you sure you can make it?"

Her remark about my failure earlier really embarrassed me and I just closed my
eyes and hoped for the best but what I heard was the worst.

In a cocky self-assured voice Lucy said, "Sure, no problemo."

As Lucy turned around and Missy shoved my body towards Lucy's back, I heard
Missy say, "Well, if you can do it ... I guess that would make you stronger
then Brad."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. No snot nosed twelve year old was
stronger than me, especially a girl.

I was too shocked to act as Missy draped me on Lucy's back and Lucy grabbed on
to my legs and Missy swung my arms around the young girl's neck. It was like I
was in momentary shock and when I started to react, Missy bent down and
whispered into my ear again, "There's no one around. Let her try and carry
you, and I'll let you down if someone comes."

This was crazy, but Lucy took right off with me on her back and she was
actually carrying me without too much trouble.

She walked a hundred yards or so carrying me piggyback with no apparent effort
with Missy walking right along next to us before Lucy had a comment. "I knew I
could do it. He's really light, isn't he?" And she looked up at Missy who
nodded her head yes in response.

As we approached the house, Missy said jokingly, "I guess this makes you
stronger than Brad, Lucy.

"No way," I shot back.

That's when Lucy dropped her bombshell.

I bet I can prove it tomorrow if you let me wrestle with him.

The situation was getting more surreal by the moment. I looked at Missy with
an incredulous look on my face. That's when she took me back from Lucy and
told the young girl, "We have to go now."

I think she wanted to follow us, but she hesitated a moment, and then said,
"OK ... I'll see you tomorrow." And then she skipped off down the beach
singing some sort of tune I didn't recognize.

As Missy maneuvered my body in her arms once again, I blurted out, "How could
you humiliate me like that?"

As she laid me out across her broad shoulders once more, "She told me
something I really wanted to hear. "Don't be so sensitive, Brad ... You told
me you could handle being in strange situations with me ... Besides I promise
I'm going to make it up to you tonight."

Was this some sort of crazy female test I wondered? It wouldn't have surprised
me but then I remembered what she just said that she would make it up to me
tonight. That was a statement that thrilled me, and it quieted me right down
as she strolled through the gate and over to their pool with my body draped
across her shoulders. At the pool she stopped a moment and asked
mischievously, "Are you still boiling mad, Brad?"

"You bet I am!" I blurted out not thinking.

"Well, then maybe you should cool off."

I yelled, "Wait a minute," as she lifted me off her shoulders in an impressive
show of strength and held me up for a moment in her strong arms and then threw
me bodily right into the water. I must have flew a good five feet and landed
with a big splash in the deepest part of the pool.

I was really mad and as I waded back towards her I took my arm and splashed
her with some water as I yelled at the top of my lungs, "You bitch!"

"Then I said, "Oh oh," in a much less threatening voice as I saw her
expression change and then she was diving into the water after me.

I regretted my outburst but it was too late and I turned, and tried to hall
ass to the other side of the pool, but she caught me in a few strokes and then
she dragged me under. Even though I was a good swimmer and completely at home
in the water, I was no match for her as she manipulated my body at will under
water. I was freaking out as we hit the surface but she was laughing and
treating this like she was having a lot of fun overpowering me in the water.

I managed to momentarily fight her off and I spit out some water and yelled,
"Missy stop this right now!"

As we both treaded water just a few feet from each other, I saw her expression
change, to a more serious expression, as she asked, "Aren't you having fun,
Brad?"

"No!" I said as I turned to swim away, but I didn't get very far. She was on
me again in an instant grabbing my arms and turning my body so that she had
complete control of my actions. She snaked her arm around my neck and then she
was pulling my body in the direction she wanted to go. I tried to struggle
with her but she was just too damn strong and finally I just let her tow me to
the other side of the pool.

Then she hauled me out of the water and wrested me down on the pool apron. She
was straddling my body near the water's edge holding my hands down above my
head. My one leg was so close to the pool that it was still in the water below
the knee. I tried to fight back and lift my arms up but she had me and she
knew it as she stared down at me with a big grin on that lovely face of hers.

Then she hunched over my body a bit so she could talk to me more intimately,
"I know this hasn't been easy for you, Brad, adjusting to my dominant nature
and my strength, but I did promise you that you would enjoy tonight."

After she spoke, she crossed my wrists together so she could hold both of them
down with just a single hand, and with her free hand she started to undue her
bikini top. I stopped struggling immediately to watch the show.

In the next few moments her top was history and then I saw those luscious
large boobs of hers come spilling out into view in all of their majestic
glory. The site of those large inviting globes so close transfixed me and I
couldn't take my eyes off of them.

I heard Missy giggle at my reaction and then as she still held my hands pinned
she leaned over further and enveloped my face smothering it in acres of choice
boob meat. The feel of her breasts on my face was just so wonderful. She was
literally smothering any remaining fight I had left in me right out with two
of her best weapons. Besides, what man wouldn't want an abundantly endowed
woman to smother his face in her giant breasts? It was everyman's dream come
to life.

Then she started to twist her shoulders as she ground her boobs into my face
completely smothering me even more. She lifted up and then descended once more
repeating the boob battering several times till I stopped struggling
completely. She must have really been enjoying herself because she stared down
at me with this smiling lust crazed look on her face.

Then I heard myself say the most peculiar thing as I stared back up at her.
"Don't ... stop!"

Questioning my statement she asked, "Do you mean don't ... stop! Or don't
stop, Brad?"

"You know what I mean," I answered her back but even I was not entirely sure
what I meant at that moment.

She laughed beneath her breath and then her position above me started to
change. As she lay out more fully across my body her legs moved back and as
they did her one foot pushed my one leg out of the water and shoved it back so
that now both of my legs were lying straight out and parallel to hers. Her
larger body was now spread out completely over my smaller body so that there
was a lot of contact with her sexy body in the most intimate way delivering
the most wonderful sensations to my brain.

Her movements brought her face much more intimately close to my own and I
could feel her sweet breath on my face. As her face lingered above my own, I
felt her reposition my hands again so that she could hold both of mine down
with just one of hers freeing up one of her arms in the process.

For a long moment neither of us spoke as we stared into each other's eyes.
Then she brought her free hand down and started to intimately rub it across
the side of my chest delivering even more erotic sensations making me even
more randy. She even playfully pinched my nipple forcing me to react with a
sigh and driving me completely wild with lust. I was really breathing heavy
now more from the situation I found myself in then from the wrestling match.

Finally, her face descended and her lush full ruby lips tried to capture my
own. I wanted to kiss her, but for some reason I tried to fight back even at
this electric moment, and I turned my face to avoid contact. I heard her
giggle again as it became more of a game with my lips trying to avoid hers. I
felt her pin my arms more forcefully down as her lips pursued my own. I turned
my head from side to side, but she would not be denied finally trapping and
pinning my lips to hers, and then I was lost in a sea of lust and desire.

When the kiss finally ended she just stared down at me with a contented smile
on her face. She continued to rub her free hand all across my chest and as the
lust built up within me, I ached for release. As her face hovered just above
my own, I could see the lust on her face as well. Then her lips descended
gain. This time, I had no desire but to kiss her with as much passion as she
was kissing me.

I was awash in a sea of erotic sensations. Her body felt wonderful as it
devoured my own and her naked breasts crushed into my chest, and those kisses
of hers were so passionate that they drove me wild with desire. I could no
longer think straight. I don't know how long we played this game, but I gave
in totally to her dominant advances.

I wanted her now more than anything in the world. I wanted to rip my swimsuit
off and do it right there by the pool, but I wasn't the one calling the shots,
and my body was trapped under hers. I could only endure her advances hoping
she would take me when she was ready as my pent up emotions boiled over within
me, and I could only hope that it would be very soon.

She was hot with desire and out of breath too when she finally spoke with her
face hovering just above my own, "See baby, I told you that this would be
enjoyable for the both of us ... You're just so right for me ... I love it
when you struggle."

Almost on cue, I tried to lift up my arms again as we both were quiet and
intent on the new game that was being played. I tried with all my strength to
lift up my arms as she leaned down with unbelievable force pinning my two
wrists with just her one hand to the pool deck.

I grimaced and was determined to lift my hands up, even if it was just few
inches off the deck. I thought even that would be a moral victory for me. For
just a moment, I managed to lift them just a little off the deck, both my
hands shaking from the battle with her one hand, and then I heard her giggle
again and then my momentary victory evaporated as she added more power and
pinned my hands down solidly once more.

As I sat there beneath her trying to catch my breath, I heard her talking
again. "I know that you now realize that I'm much stronger than you, but I do
love it when you struggle so."

Then she patted my cheek with her free hand in the most condescending way, and
then she continued, "It's going to be so much fun taming you ... but never
lose that spirit of yours ... I think its your most endearing quality."

I heard myself say, "Get off of me you big ... " But I refrained from saying
the B word. I wasn't sure what she'd do and I was in no position to take my
defiance too far.

Instead, of getting mad she giggled again, and said happily, "See that's
exactly what I mean."

Then as she continued to pin my arms, she smothered me in her breasts once
more and then kissed me very passionately till I was completely docile again.

Before I could hope to recover, she was moving off of me and dragging me along
with her till I was lifted into her arms in a cradle. As she gently rocked my
body back and forth, she asked me, "Well what do you say, cave man ... Do you
want me to carry you to my cave?"

I knew what she meant and there could only be one answer.

"Yes," I said meekly. And then she carried me effortlessly into the house and
right to her bedroom.

I awoke to a gentle tapping on my face. "Wake up she was saying it's almost
five thirty!"

As I struggled back to consciousness I thought I heard her say it was five
thirty and that made me grab at the covers and turn away from her.

She reached for the covers and yanked them off of me as she spoke, "C'mon its
five thirty and I have to go for my morning run and you're coming with me."

I was still facing away from her as my eyes popped open from her statement and
I let out with a tired moan.

She responded by swatting my naked butt and then she said, "C'mon you puppy,
I'm going to take a shower and I expect you up and ready to go in ten
minutes."

I didn't respond but as I lay there in bed with my eyes closed, I heard the
shower running a few moments later. With great difficulty, I sat up and put my
feet on the floor. It required great effort because every muscle in my body
ached.

As I sat there trying to pull myself together, I began to relive parts of last
night. It had been the most wild and erotic love fest of my life. True to her
word, it would be a night I never would forget. Missy's love making was both
athletic and competitive. She was not only a world-class athlete and
volleyball player, but she was a sexual athlete as well. I had to struggle to
try and keep pace with her and then I just didn't care, I was just along for
the ride, the ride of my life. Finally, all I wanted to do was survive the
experience.

Now, every muscle in my body ached, but it was an experience I wouldn't have
traded for the world. Last night we bonded. I knew she truly liked me as much
as I liked her and that we were headed down the fast path to marriage. We had
already become more in the first night than many couples achieved in weeks and
months of dating.

After our endless athletic lovemaking finally abated and we were just lying
there in bed in the wonderful afterglow, she started to talk about our
futures, and it sounded so logical then.

First, she was going to buy this beach house. She had over two million in
prize money just sitting in the bank, and then I was to quit my job and move
back to L.A. I balked a bit at that, but she would have none of it. It sounded
very logical as she gathered me up in her arms and kissed me passionately once
more.

Then I would become her and Patty's manager tending to the business side of
their affairs and traveling all over the world with them wherever there was a
tournament. It sounded plausible then but now as I tried to revive life into
my tired and acing muscles it sounded more like I was going to be a kept man.
I didn't want that even with all of Missy's considerable charms at my
disposal.

I slowly got out of bed and tried to work the aches out of my tired body. Just
then Missy reemerged from the bathroom. She was completely naked except for
the towel she had that she was using to dry off her athletic body with.

As she worked on drying her long marvelous legs she had my complete attention.
She glanced up and smiled at my lustful reaction to her naked body then asked
very casually, "Well puppy, are you ready for our little five mile run?"

"Five miles," I repeated in stunned disbelief.

"Uh huh ... I know I was a bit rough on you last night, but this run ought to
get your blood flowing again."

The run was bothering me, but it wasn't the main problem and I said in a small
voice, "About last night ... ."

She interrupted me before I could get it all out and she quickly replied,
"You're not having morning regret are you, cave man."

"It's my job ... I don't know if I want to give that up just yet."

Missy didn't get angry instead she stopped wiping her legs off and took the
towel and using both her hands wound the towel into a rope, and when that was
done she walked up to me and threw the towel over my back and yanked me close
to her imprisoning me tightly to her body. She held the large towel closed
with her one hand behind her back freeing up her other hand so that she could
grab my chin and make me look up at her.

I was imprisoned tightly to her gloriously naked body looking up at the girl
of my dreams as she looked down on me imperiously and spoke, "I want you,
puppy ... I want you close to me always ... and what Missy wants Missy gets."

I swallowed hard and then I said defiantly, "But what about me? I have a life
and a career too ... didn't we talk about that earlier in the evening?"

"That was before I knew that you were perfect for me."

Her words angered me a little and I shot back, "So I'm not going to have an
equal say in this relationship?"

"Of course you are ... I'll be the athlete and take care of winning the prize
money and you'll have complete control of investing it and managing our other
business affairs."

"But my job?"

She dipped her head bringing it closer to my own and interrupted me as she
said breathlessly, "That will be your job!" And then she kissed me very
passionately once again. She was using semantics and her sexual allure to
confuse and befuddle me, and it was working.

After the kiss left me speechless and breathless she spoke again, "Now, are
you ready for our run?"

I decided to drop this subject for now and replied, "Let me shower first."

After the kiss she allowed me to disentangle my body from hers, and as I
walked towards the shower, she rolled up the towel again and swatted me with
it on my exposed naked butt saying in a mischievous voice, "You have five
minutes."

The towel stung and I turned in anger and yelled, "You big bitch ... I ought
to take that towel away from you and swat your behind."

She motioned with her finger for me to step forward as she spoke, "So you want
a piece of me ... come and get it, big boy!"

I was so angry, I actually debated in my mind whether or not to take her up on
her offer, but reason won out, and I turned and headed for the shower still
mad as hell.

As I made my way out of the room, I heard her add, "I love that spirit of
yours ... but I will tame you nevertheless."

After my shower I got back into my bathing suit as Missy sipped on some orange
juice and offered me a glass. I was still steaming and not in a very talkative
mood as I noticed her clothing for the first time.

She was wearing a stunning one-piece bathing suit. The fabric was more of a
thin string above her waist. Behind her, the thin string crossed at her
shoulders and plunged over them covering the nipples of her breast and little
else and crossing at her waist again and turning into a slightly more
substantial garment below her waist.

What made the suit so exciting was how it exposed or rather tried to hide her
feminine assets. The fabric of her suit barely contained her firm round ample
breasts revealing most of their expanse to the naked eye. It was like her
boobs were set to bust out of there confinement at any moment and you were
just waiting for that to happen.

As I said the string turned into a slightly more substantial garment below the
waist. It transformed into a small patch of cloth, which barely hid her crotch
revealing a lot of hair, and then the garment turned back into a string again
winding through the crack of her ass and up her back. It was the most alluring
suit I had ever seen and it garnered my complete attention as I drank my
juice.

Missy saw me staring and gave a rye little smile as she started to limber up
in preparation for her workout. I couldn't take my eyes off her magnificent
body as she did some deep knee bends and a few other limbering up exercises. I
wasn't sure if she was putting on a show for my benefit or if she needed to do
all that stretching. In any case, she had an enthralled onlooker as she
prepared for her run.

When I drank the last bit of my orange juice she asked, "You should limber up
a bit too."

"I'll be OK," I said as I followed her out the door and onto the beach.

The beach was totally deserted which made me very happy, and that's when I
started to limber up a bit myself when Missy pointed down the beach and
informed me, "Sierra Point's roughly two and a half miles away ... We'll run
there turn and come home ... are you ready, Brad?"

I was not a runner, but I was in fairly good shape. I worked out at a club
twice a weak and played a lot of tennis. I was lean and fit with a good bit of
muscle definition, and I wanted to see if I could keep up with this
world-class athlete.

"I'm as ready as I'll ever be," I informed her and then we took off at a
fairly brisk pace.

Both Missy and I were wearing tennis shoes and I was glad that I had put them
on because they definitely gave us better traction in the sand and made
running a lot easier. The first mile went very well and I was keeping up with
Missy who was unusually quiet as she ran.

Finally, she asked, "How you doing?"

"Great!" I boasted. I was feeling OK but far from great knowing I had around
four miles still to run.

"Good because I want to pick up the pace," she informed me and then she really
took off.

Almost from the beginning I had trouble keeping up. The faster pace was just
too much for a non-runner. But I still tried to keep up with her.

"You OK?" she asked.

"OK!" I gasped.

She looked at me and smiled and then she picked up the pace even more. Now it
was more like a full out sprint more than just a jog and at one and half
miles, I was in trouble and at two, I had to stop and yell to her as I bent
over trying to catch my breath, "You go on and I'll pick you up on the way
back."

As soon as she saw me fall behind and then collapse in the sand she turned and
came jogging back.

"You puppy," she chided me. "I guess I'm going to have to carry you the rest
of the way."

She reached down grabbed my hand and started jerking me to my feet, I managed
to say, "What ... No don't," but it was already too late because I was already
being lifted up onto her own magnificent body. She lifted my weight across her
shoulders and when she had me secured in position, she turned back toward the
point and started to jog again with my body draped across her shoulders.

I was thankful that it was early and the beach was deserted, but it didn't
stop me from nervously looking about as Missy jogged on toward the point with
seemingly no problem carrying my extra weight across her broad shoulders.
Thankfully, no one was around. Even though she had demonstrated her amazing
strength by lifting me on many occasions over the past day, I still had
problems with other people viewing it. I was a man after all and Missy was a
beautiful women and this was supposedly a male dominated world.

This time, I didn't protest her carrying me. There was no one around and she
hadn't responded positively in the past when I asked her to put me down.
Instead, I focused on Missy and her amazing strength as she carried me on her
morning jog. Lifting and supporting my weight was one thing, but actually
jogging in the sand with my body draped across her shoulders was another. This
was a level of strength and endurance that simply astonished me. I knew she
was a world class athlete, but this amazing display made her seem more like an
out of this world character something more akin to a wonder woman than just an
athletic girl.

That fact that she was astonishingly beautiful and that she really liked me
even though I was a lot smaller than her and much less athletic simply
astounded me. Maybe, I should have been thanking my lucky stars instead of
complaining. Just go with the flow I remember her saying on many occasions. I
knew I loved her strength and her other amazing abilities; it was just that I
had trouble when other people saw me being carried.

So I settled in and went with the flow as she continued to jog down the beach
with my body draped across her shoulders. A few minutes later we reached the
point and she still wasn't even breathing hard. I expected her to turn around
and head back with me still draped across her shoulders, but she stopped for a
moment and had a few words for me.

"This is a little too easy," she sang out and then she proceeded to lift me up
further off of her shoulders with her hands so that I was now being entirely
supported by her arms as she informed me, "This should give me a bit of a
strain," and then she took off again in the opposite direction with my body
held up over her head and supported entirely by her arms.

If I was astounded before, now I was flabbergasted, and I said out loud in an
incredulous voice, "You're unbelievable!"

She chuckled to herself and then she said, "Thanks, but I'm a girl ... silly."

Again she made that statement like that was supposed to explain everything. It
just confused the hell out of me. I guess she believed in her mind that girls
were superior and it was hard to refute that this girl was at least very
superior to me.

She ran the two and a half miles in around fifteen minutes I estimated. All I
knew for sure was that it was an astounding time for someone who was carrying
another person above their head, and she was hardly breathing hard.

When she stopped running she lifted me down till I was almost even with her
face and she commanded, "Place your legs around my waist."

I did as I was told without so much as a peep because I was so impressed with
her at the moment, and I found myself in that now familiar frontal carry
position. As soon as I had locked my legs in place, she dipped my body down
towards the ground and kissed me on the lips. The kiss lasted a long wonderful
time, and when it ended she lifted me up and swung me around so that she was
carrying me on her hip like a small child.

She took me over to a bench overlooking the ocean and carefully lifted me so
that I was safely cradled in her arms, and then she sat down. She immediately
repositioned me so that I was sitting in her lap while she caught her breath.
Her arms were around my body and her hands were clasped together as she hugged
me tightly to her bigger body.

I looked down and could see that my entire body was resting comfortably on her
one sexy thigh, and I could feel the wonderful sensation of skin on skin. She
was so much bigger than me that my butt fit comfortably on her one huge thigh,
and I couldn't help but notice how much smaller my body parts were in
comparison to hers. My legs looked like sticks in comparison to her muscular
well-developed limbs. In this respect, I did look like a child in comparison.

I closed my eyes a second and gave in to the sensation of sitting on this big
girl's lap, and the sensation of being so small and childlike in her lap
intensified, but this time it was comforting and not embarrassing to me.

When I opened them again, I could see that she had her head leaned to the side
so she could look at my face, and she was watching me carefully, as she asked,
"Still embarrassed?"

"I smiled at her and replied, "Not this moment ... it's beginning to feel
almost natural."

I think she liked my remark because she hugged me so tightly that I felt the
air whoosh out of my lungs as she replied happily, "That's what I want to
hear!"

I wanted to eventually bring up the subject of my job again and something that
was bothering me almost as much and she was so happy that this seemed like as
good a time as any. So I carefully asked, "Why do you like to carry me around
so much?"

She was quiet for a second as she looked out at the ocean. I could see that
she was deep in thought and she finally answered, "I guess I want you to
experience my strength ... what better way for someone to understand then to
experience it first hand."

"So you like showing off for me?"

She smiled at me and answered back, "Yeah ... I guess you could say that!"

Before I could say anything more, her voice turned serious and she added, "I
know its tough on you at times ... but its not like were in a normal boy- girl
relationship ... our roles are reversed and that sort of goes against nature,
but it's just the way it is ... and I'm sure your going to adjust and I'm
going to help you with that...and that's why I carry you so much."

"I love your strength ... its just that when you pick me up when there's
people around...well, it's embarrassing."

"Do you seriously think that when people look at us they're going to think
that you're stronger than me?"

"No," I had to admit.

"Do you think you're stronger than me?"

"No," I admitted again.

"Then why should you mind that I express my love for you by carrying you
around? It's just the natural order of things for us!"

She had a way of always making me see her point of view. I didn't think I was
going to win many arguments and then my mind fixed on one of the things she
said and I said in a surprised voice, "You love me?"

"Uh huh!" and then she hugged me again, grabbed my chin and drew my face down
so she could plant another one of those devastating kisses on my lips.

When our lips parted and our faces were still close she asked, "Don't you love
me, sweetie?"

"Well, yeah!" I answered back.

"Then you should want to make me happy ... and I'm happiest when I'm showing
you my strength by carrying you around."

"Then you most love me a lot," I joked.

"I do," she said seriously, "and I want you by my side or should I say on my
side always."

I got her meaning and I replied sadly, "Then your not going to let me keep my
job are you?"

"I'm going to be your job ... and it will be a fulltime job keeping me happy,"
she said giving me the bad news. "Don't be upset. I'm bigger, stronger, and
smarter than you are, but that's just the way it is ... For us it's the
natural order of things ... And I can promise you that your going to love
being smaller and weaker than me ... There are so many ways this big beautiful
body of mine can drive you wild and I promise were going to explore each and
every one of them...Your job will be to keep me happy and my job will be to
keep you protected and satisfied."

Again it sounded so logical when she explained it and I couldn't deny that she
was many times stronger than me and probably smarter too, and I did love her
and that big sexy body of hers. I guess sacrifices always have to be made in a
relationship and my job would be my biggest sacrifice.

She saw the resignation on my face and she replied happily, "Good now that
that's settled, I don't want to hear about it again and I want you to call
your boss as soon as we get back into the house."

"Yes Missy," I dutifully replied.

As soon as I gave in she stood up with my body still cradled in her arms. Then
she repositioned me again on her body placing me on her hip and started to
walk us towards her house. By now there were several people on the beach and
she carried me right by them, and of course they stopped whatever they were
doing and stared at us. I said nothing because there was nothing to say. Missy
had just said it all.

As we neared the house, I saw Mike and Patty approaching. They were holding
hands and walking towards the house. As soon as they saw us they laughed and
waved, and both parties moved towards each other.

A few moments later we were standing next to each other and talking. Patty
looked at me tweaked my cheek and sang out, "He looks so cute and cuddly
sitting on your hip, why I could just love the little rascal to death."

Her condescending attitude didn't do anything for my self-esteem but I tried
to smile. After all she was Missy's partner and best friend.

"He's my baby!" Missy responded proudly, and then she leaned her head closer
and we kissed. Afterwards, she posed for Mike and Patty by bending her one leg
and looking sexy as hell as she carried me easily on her hip.

I was red-faced with embarrassment but Missy came to my rescue with a
question, "Where's the other guy?"

I wondered about Ted too. I thought he might be with Patty and Mike, but
obviously he wasn't. They had left the party by themselves last night.

My concerns were answered when Patty said jokingly, "He left with the Aussies.
I'm sure he can't walk today."

That brought a laugh from both girls.

I looked at Mike and he was uncharacteristically quiet. He wasn't looking at
me and he had his head down, and he looked embarrassed. I thought I was the
one who should be embarrassed. After all, I was the one being carried on a
girl's hip like a small child.

I didn't have time to dwell on it because Missy was talking again, "You two
look like an item," Missy said happily.

"We are ... right Mike?" she asked turning to Mike and smiling.

"Yeah, I guess so," he said sort of unenthusiastically.

"Hey, there's something I want to ask you more private like," Patty said to
Missy in a more serious voice.

"Let's talk," Missy said as she put me down and moved off with her friend and
partner.

I couldn't hear their conversation but I passively watched them talk for a few
minutes. Suddenly, they turned and looked at us and then they started talking
again, but now they were facing us. I got the idea that what ever they were
talking about involved Mike and I. Finally, I turned to Mike who had been
quiet the whole time. It was so uncharacteristic of him that I asked, "What's
the problem, Mike?"

He hesitated a moment and said, "It's not that I really don't like Patty ...
she the most awesome girl I've ever been with."

"But?" I said.

He looked at me for the first time and smiled and then he continued on, "But
the relationship isn't like what I'm used too."

"I see," I said.

"No you don't," he said angrily. "It's OK for you to be in a relationship with
a stronger girl who carries you around like a baby ... I mean Missy is so much
bigger and stronger than you, no one thinks twice about it ... but I'm used to
being the boss."

"What happened last night," I asked in a very concerned voice.

"Patty stayed at my place last night, I'm sure you figured that out already
... we were getting along real well. Except that I was real drunk and she was
bossing me around and I didn't like that so I said ... if you want to be the
man ... you'll have to prove it! I didn't think she'd take me up on it, but
she did and we wrestled."

Knowing the answer already I still asked, "And what happened?"

He didn't answer immediately. Instead, he hung his head before he replied,
"She kicked my ass ... I mean she really won easily ... It was really
embarrassing, but then it turned from roughhousing to sex and well, I couldn't
help myself ... the sex was great! And know she bosses me around and acts like
were a couple."

"So what's the problem," I asked, "don't you like her?"

"I do ... I really do ... It's just that I'm not a wimp!"

For a moment, I wondered if he considered me a wimp, but I dismissed that and
moved on, and I replied, "These are not ordinary girls ... I mean their world
class athletes ... and were not in the best of shape."

"I know that, but their girls damn it!" he said loud enough that the girls
stopped talking and looked at us, and we continued our conversation but in
much lower voices.

I said, "Listen, look at Patty she's not only a world class athlete but she's
a world class babe as well ... isn't that worth some self respect?"

He looked at her for a moment and she was regarding him as well. As if to say
I know what you're thinking. Finally, she winked at him and then the two girls
continued their own conversation.

Then he looked back at me and added in a more subdued voice," I really like
her ... she could be the one."

I interrupted and said, "I know what your going through ... do you think its
not embarrassing for me to be carried around all the time ... But look at
Missy ... she's awesome ... I just feel the down side is insignificant to the
upside ... I mean, I'm giving up my job to be with her for Christ sake."

He looked at Patty and said softly, "Patty is awesome, isn't she?"

"Yeah, and you can always take her on again when you're not drunk ... and when
she whips your ass again you can try working out."

Mike gave me a rye smile and then looked at Patty and said more
enthusiastically, "Yeah! I'll whip her ass and show her whose boss."

I was going to say I think she already knows who the boss is, but Mike was my
friend and I didn't need to be making jokes and hurting his fragile ego any
further. I knew he'd never beat her no matter how many times he tried. I had
come to realize that the both of us were now in a relationship with
superwomen. I laughed to myself and wondered if they came here from the planet
Krypton.

Our conversation seemed to pick up his spirits and he was smiling now as he
watched the two girls walk back in our direction. As soon as Missy was close
enough she scooped me back up into her capable arms. That made Patty laugh and
she dipped and threw Mike over her shoulder. He didn't have time to react but
he did yell, "Hey!" to no avail.

So there we were Mike and I were being carried by two women who genuinely
liked us and showed it every chance they got by carrying the both of us or by
ordering us around or by letting us have great sex with them.

As the two girls started carrying us to their house Patty joked, "I think I'll
keep Mike barefoot and horny," and she swatted his butt, and that caused him
to Yell, "Ouch!"

That brought laughter from the two women. As they carried us to the house, I
knew both Mike's life and mine would never be the same again.

As soon as we got to the house the two girls decided they were going to take
us to the beach later in the afternoon, but for now the both of them had other
plans. Both Mike and I were going to get some morning delight and that was OK
with me.

The two girls said their goodbyes and carried us to their separate bedrooms.
Missy sat down on her big bed and I ended up sitting on her lap. She kissed me
again and then reached for the phone.

She handed it to me and asked sweetly, "Are you ready, honey?"

I nodded yes, took a deep breath, and then dialed the number that would change
my life forever. After the deed had been done, Missy took back the receiver
and hung it up. Then I got another kiss for my efforts. Missy dolled out
kisses almost like rewards and I certainly was not going to complain.

Once the kiss ended, she stood up with my body snugly cradled in her arms. I
got another glorious smile, and then she carried me over to her stereo and put
some music on. As soon as that was accomplished she carried me to the center
of her bedroom and asked in a concerned voice, "So Brad, are you starting to
feel comfortable in my arms?"

"Yes," I said sort of tentatively.

Missy smiled at me and let it go at that. Then she started to slowly rock me
back and forth in her arms. It only took me a second to realize that she was
slow dancing while she carried cradled in her arms. As she sensually moved her
body back and forth to the rhythm of the music she was smiling at me. Our
faces were very close together and I was looking right into her big beautiful
eyes.

I felt so safe and relaxed in her arms that I gave in to the moment and I
said, "Maybe this isn't so bad after all."

She gave me another electric smile and continued to slow dance. My arms were
around her neck and I tightened my grip slightly, closed my eyes, and laid my
head on her shoulder surrendering to her and the moment completely, and for
the next fifteen minutes she gently swayed her body to the beat of the music
while she carried me securely cradled in her arms.

I realized that this as how it was going to be between us. I did love her. She
had become a part of me and I her and I knew I would adjust and maybe even
grow to like being carried around.

When it suited her she carried me over to the blinds and closed them. Then I
was carried over to the bed and gently lowered onto it. For next hour I had
the best sex of my life. Having sex with Missy was energetic, athletic, and
totally draining. Afterwards, while she was lying next to me and staring into
my face she asked, "Are you happy, baby?"

I looked into her eyes and said truthfully, "You are the most unbelievable
woman I have ever met."

She smiled at my answer and then grabbed me playfully and threw me around for
a few minutes and then we had sex once more, but it was sex on Missy's terms
and I was learning that wasn't so bad.

Later that day, the girls were wearing two of the tiniest bikini's I had ever
seen, and we were wearing Speedos the girls provided, and both Mike and I were
being carried as the girls set out for the beach. I was positioned like usual
on Missy's hip and she had a small carrying case with beach accessories in her
other hand and a small umbrella. Patty was carrying Mike cradled in her arms
and he seemed to be very passive and quiet. He was so quiet it was like he was
in shock or something and it worried me. I could tell something further had
happened since the last time I saw him.

Missy and Patty carried on a spirited conversation as they carried us towards
their favorite spot on the beach, which was in close proximity to a volleyball
net.

As they carried us Patty commented to Missy, "Mike wanted to show me how tough
he was."

"Oh my!" Missy said jokingly ... "And what happened?"

"We wrestled and we settled some things didn't we, Mike?" Patty asked the man
she was carrying in her arms.

Mike hesitated for a moment and then he said with resignation in his voice,
"Yes!"

"Well Mike, I hope you were gentle with her," Missy said jokingly as both
girls laughed.

Mike hung his head and that told me all I needed to know. I was having
difficulty adjusting to my situation, I was sure it was much harder for Mike.

Then Patty added," Mike will be coming with us on tour too ... won't you
Mike?"

Again Mike hesitated before he answered indicating to me how difficult this
was for him. "Yes," he said very slowly.

"Great!" Missy answered enthusiastically. "Then the boys can handle all the
logistics and that will free us up to make the money."

After hearing that I felt like a kept man. Our roles were reversed from the
norm. The women were the athletic ones in our relationship who made all the
money and the men, in a sense, were going to keep house ... and there was
little doubt that the women would be calling all the shots as well.

There were several teenage girls playing volleyball as we approached and they
stopped their game to watch us walk by. I could hear them giggling as Missy
and Patty walked by carrying Mike and I. It was embarrassing, but I was
beginning to accept my fate. I was sure it was much tougher on Mike.

The girls set us down and began spreading out the blanket and the volleyball
game continued. As we sat down and settled in Missy and Patty watched the game
intently commenting to each other on the girls play. Finally, the game ended
and two of the girls walked over.

"Aren't you two famous volleyball players?" the one teenage girl asked
ignoring Mike and me completely.

Patty and Missy introduced themselves and signed the volleyball. When the
girls had left, Missy reached into her backpack and produced a volleyball of
her own. That's when Mike and I got the bad news. There was to be a game, Mike
and me versus the girls. We didn't have much say in the matter and as the game
commenced it was very apparent that we were totally overmatched.

We lost the first game eleven to one and I think the girls let us have that
one point. Half way through the second game I noticed a couple of tall guys
watching the game. They were typical beach bums sun tanned, handsome, and
tall. Both were taller than Missy and she was six three.

I could see them laughing at Mike and mines ineptitude at volleyball and I
could see the girls give them a couple of nasty looks as well. Finally, I
heard one say to Missy, "Why don't you play with a couple of real men!"

Patty looked right at them and said sarcastically, "I don't see any real men
here!"

The tall arrogant one answered back, "Oh Yeah babe! Both of us are all man ...
not at all like those two boys you're playing with."

That really pissed Mike off and I had to grab his arm as he impulsively tried
to walk toward the two beach bums. "Easy Mike," I whispered to him as I tried
to calm him down. "Let the girls handle it!"

As I turned back Missy was already walking toward the two men with Patty right
behind her. The two groups talked for awhile with the guys making some
animated gestures. Then Missy walked back.

She strolled up to us and said, "Patty and I thought it would hurt more if we
take their pride instead of beating them up, but the two sons of bitches
recognized us before we could set the match ... so we had to give them a
handicap ... were going to play them two games for a thousand dollars a game."

"What's the handicap?" I asked as I looked back at the two men who were now
starting to stretch getting ready for the match.

"Oh nothing that will give us any problem," Missy said in an unconcerned
voice.

We both looked at her and she finally added, "You two are the handicap!"

"We have to play," Mike asked.

"Sort of," Missy replied.

As Mike and I looked at each other Missy dropped her bombshell, "We'll be
carrying you two on our backs!"

Mike and I looked at each other in total disbelief, but we didn't have much
say in the matter, and I was really embarrassed as I climbed onto Missy's back
and Mike did the same thing with Patty. The girls were great athletes but I
didn't think they could carry us and still win the match.

A small crowd gathered and watched the match and that was the most
embarrassing part. The two beach bums were arrogant too at least at the start,
and it was tough listening to their barbs, but that melted away when it became
apparent that the girls, even with their handicap, were far superior.

Missy and Patty reached every ball and made every spike even with Mike and I
weighing them down. The crowd was amused at first and then their amusement
turned to admiration as the girls systematically destroyed their opponents.
Mike and I weren't allowed to help at all. We were supposed to be a hindrance,
but it turned out our weights made little difference in the match. The girls
won 11-5 and 11-2. You could tell the two slobs lost heart at the end when it
became apparent that they were completely outclassed.

After the match the girls set us down and went over to collect their bets. It
turned out the two losers had bet five hundred dollars a game each and they
weren't too happy paying up. I guess they just couldn't let it go and as Missy
and Patty were walking away one of the guys made a comment.

I heard it and it wasn't flattering. As soon as he said, "Dykes!" Missy turned
and socked him right in the jaw. It was a one-punch knockout and the guy
crumbled to the sand immediately. As he lay sprawled out on the sand Missy
stood over him while Patty moved menacingly towards the other guy who looked
on in stunned silence at his unconscious friend lying in the sand.

As Missy took her bare foot and ran it over the unconscious guys face, Patty
asked the other guy, "Do you want some too?"

He hung his head and remained silent. When Missy finally became bored with
rubbing her foot over the unconscious guys face, the two girls turned and
walked away and the other guy went to the aid of his fallen comrade.

The rest of the afternoon was spent lounging on the beach and the highlight
was when we got to apply suntan lotion to the girl's fabulous bodies. It
really was a labor of love.

As the sun moved lower in the sky the girls decided they had enough sun and
that's when the party broke up. Missy moved closer to me, placed her hands
under my armpits, and lifted me off the ground. She held my smaller body off
the sand for some time as she stared happily up at me. With my feet dangling
off the ground next to hers she asked in a happy voice, "Did you have fun
today, Brad?"

All I could think of saying was, "You're magnificent!"

It was the right thing to say because she laughed and pulled me closer for a
long sensual kiss.

Patty had already picked Mike up and was carrying him cradled in her strong
arms. Missy then set me down and piled a few of the beach accessories into
Mike's arms and then she gathered up the rest of the stuff including the beach
umbrella. She still had one arm free and I was lifted towards her hip and
carried quiet easily tucked neatly under her one arm.

As the girls walked towards their house on the beach, I was sure we were some
sight. Patty was easily carrying Mike in her arms and Missy was carrying me
tucked under her right arm. The two bikini clad beauties were carrying us so
easily and with no strain that I thought it must have been quiet a sight.

Mike was quiet and I wasn't sure how he was adjusting to Patty's great
strength, but I had become stoic about my situation. Missy was unbelievable
and I was now ready to make any sacrifice to be with her. I know realized that
she wasn't showing off when she carried me. She was actually showing her love
for me. She was unbelievably strong and she wanted to let me know that she
would protect me and take care of me always. It may have been the opposite of
how the world was supposed to work but what the hell it worked for us.

The End

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