Summer Break By valerafon A college man losses control of his life to a much younger girl. 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. My first year of college had gone remarkably well, and I was on my way home for the summer. I couldn't wait to be back in the house where I grew up, and to see my mom and friends again. I had been away for almost a year and had not seen either my mom or my friends in that time. My mom and I had never been especially close, and I was determined to change that this summer. My year at school was not all that exciting. I had spent most of my first year getting the mandatory courses out of the way, and I really looked forward to next year. That's when I would get into some of my creative writing courses. But in spite of my first year's uninspiring curricula, I enjoyed being on my own. Heck, I was almost twenty. Writing has always come naturally to me. It seems like I've been captivated with words ever since I can remember, and I've kept a diary since I was eight. I think I got the writing bug from my dad. He passed away several years ago. He wrote professionally contributing to several magazines on a regular bases. His profession allowed him to work from the house and we had been very close. I took after my dad in many other ways too. My dad was a handsome man and many people have told me I now bare a striking resemblance to him, both in our features and our build. He was only 5'4'' and 120 pounds soaking wet. I'm currently 5'5'' tall and weigh around 130 pounds. I'm still hoping this isn't my final height and weight though. Maybe, I'll have another growth spurt in college. I'm not sure why I've been so self conscious about my height. It's been a concern of mine ever since I can remember. Maybe, it's the fact that taller people seem to run this old planet of ours. It seems like I have been looking up to most people ever since I can remember. I was always a frail child in school and kids can be cruel at times. Thank goodness, I did experience one growth spurt my junior year in high school. At least now, I don't have to look up to some of the girls. For some reason, I don't quite understand, I've always been attracted to very tall girls. Being small sure puts the kibosh on those dreams though. I guess you can say our household was the opposite of most. My dad took care of the chores around the house and even made dinner most of the time. He had a very easy going nature and I learned at a very young age that my mom called the shots. It is a little different, being a boy, and living in a matriarchy. It's not that she was cruel or anything like that. She just has this imposing way about her. In spite of the fact that we were not especially close, her job taking up much of her time, I always found myself looking up to her and trying to impress her. Unfortunately, I have not always been successful in that regard. I was hoping all that would change this summer. I was going to make an effort to get closer to her, and to try and build more of a normal mother-son relationship. After all, we were all that each other had left in this old world. For now, I had no idea how I was going to go about that. My resolve always seemed to crumble in her presence. As the cab pulled into our yard, I stopped reflecting on the past and focused on the present. I would be seeing my mom in a few minutes, and I could feel myself getting nervous. She had many attributes I wished I possessed. She's very tall and aggressive for a female. She stands exactly six feet tall, but she always wears those high heel shoes of hers. They make her even more imposing. She has a workout routine she follows everyday, no matter where she is, and her body is like sculptured marble. Her impressive good looks, that body of hers, and her attitude just seem to command attention from others. I have seen other males, no matter their size or position, shrink in her presence. I know, she wishes I was more assertive and she worries about me constantly. I'm not quite sure how I talked her into letting me go away to college. She called me daily at school, no matter where she was or what she was doing. Her calls were a source of embarrassment to me. I was almost twenty and I had no doubts I could take care of myself. In spite of her overbearing nature, I knew she loved me and that she was just concerned for my welfare. My mom has always traveled a lot in her profession. Maybe, that's why we weren't as close as we should have been. She is an executive VP for a large cosmetics firm and many people work for her. Giving orders just seems to come natural to her. I often find myself answering her with, "Yes ma'am," instead of, "OK mom." My mother still has her looks too, even though she's hit the big four O. In my humble opinion, I think she's every bit as beautiful as the models that work for her. Mom is also well known in the community and has lots of contacts. She was even able to get me a summer job on the newspaper. I would be starting that job in a week, but for now, I was looking forward to some down time at home. When it was finally time to see her, I paused at the door for a second, took a deep breath, and walked in. As soon as I was through the door, I yelled, "Mom, I'm home!" and braced for the whirlwind that was my mother. I could hear her high heel shoes clicking as she ran from the kitchen into the foyer. She had a big smile on her face as she swept down on me with amazing speed for such a big woman. In the next instant, she had me gathered up in her arms, in a tight hug, and was twirling me around in her embrace. My feet must have been dangling a foot of the ground next to her. I always hated when she did that to me. It made me feel so small and insignificant, just like a child. It was not the way I wanted my mom to see me. I wanted her to be proud of the grownup I had become. "Mom! Put me down!" I managed to blurt out as she twirled me round and round in mid air and I tried to take in some needed oxygen. "Oh hush up!" she sang out, but she did stop twirling me. She gave me a big kiss on the cheek and then another crushing hug before she finally returned me to the floor. She immediately went to one of her knees as I tried to refocus on the spinning room before me. "Here, let me take a look at my little man!" she added as she fused over me, pawing at my clothes, then at my face with her big hands. I felt her rubbing off the lipstick marks on my cheek with her fingers. "Mom, I'm all grown up, I'm a man now!" I insisted as she continued to fuss over me. She stopped fussing over my appearance and said, "You are?" What she did next was not unexpected. She got up and lifted me into the air once again. This time she held me up under the armpits with her huge hands as she surveyed me. "Mom, Put me down," I pleaded. She ignored me for a few seconds as she looked me over very closely. Then she said, as she still held me in the air, "You have grown, but you will always be my little boy!" "Put me down!" I pleaded once again. It was always so embarrassing when she lifted me off the floor like this. At least, no one else was around to see my humiliation. As she continued to appraise me and I continued to look at her sheepishly, I thought to myself that nothing had changed. Well, I silently resolved, even as she held me, that it was going to or I would leave home for good. She finally put me down and before I could say anything further, she asked, "You weren't in any fights at school, were you? Nobody took advantage of you, did they? You know how I worry about you..Your so small, weak, and helpless, just like your father was." "Mom, I'm fine. I can handle myself. I'm a grown man now," I said, with exasperation apparent in my voice. "Well, I worry about my little man," she said as she twirled my hair and looked down on me from above. There was silence for a few seconds as we stared at each other. This wasn't going well at all I thought. She shook her head as if she had made up her mind about something and broke the silence by saying, "You're always going to be small and defenseless.... And I'm not always going to be around...You need someone to protect you. Maybe, just maybe, I have finally found that person." What the hell was she talking about now? Before I had the time to question her about her comments, she scooped me up in her arms and started for the stairs. "Your just going to love your room!" she said excitedly in a sing song voice. "I fixed it up special, just for your homecoming," she added, as she carried me up the steps towards my room. I protested once again, but as usual she ignored my words completely. ------------------------------------- Chapter 1 Meeting the New Neighbors The next few days were pleasant as I fell into the routine of home life once again. Mom was leaving me pretty much alone, and I was thankful for that. I have to admit, I did miss her while I was away at school and we seemed to be hitting it off well, in spite of what she did to my room. I didn't mind the yellow pooh bear wallpaper as much as the undersized bed and furniture. It made me feel small again, and I was just starting to deal positively with the issue of my height. I tried to talk to her about it, but every time I brought the subject up, she would answer by saying, "We'll see!" I could tell she was disappointed with my reaction. Finally, I gave in and decided to bite the bullet on the issue of my room. I wanted better relations with her, even at that steep a price. I spent the first few days sunning myself by the pool in the backyard. I quickly found out that we had new neighbors. There was a girl my age or just a little older inhabiting the premises next door. She was blonde and absolutely gorgeous. Even from a distance, I could tell she was tall. That excited me and at the same time brought sadness to my heart. I wanted to get to know her, but it had always been my experience that tall girls preferred men at least as tall as they were. The few times I saw her, she would look over and seem to wait for me to say or do something. I felt like an idiot when I didn't. Then she would settle down and sun herself in a big lounge chair on their patio. She always wore a bright yellow string Bikini. Even from a distance, I could tell she had a great body. Yesterday, as she got up to go into the house, she waved to me when she looked over and saw me staring. My heart skipped a beat, but I did manage to wave back. I wanted to ask my mom about our new neighbors, but I thought it would be awkward talking to her about that subject. She was so perceptive. I knew she would see right through my inquiries. The beautiful blonde had a younger sister as well. I thought she looked about thirteen or fourteen. She had strawberry blonde hair which she wore in a short double ponytail. It made her look very young. Together with the hair and cute perky looking face, her features almost had a boyish quality about them. One thing was unmistakable from this distance, though. She was very tall just like her sister, at least a half a foot taller than me or maybe even a few inches taller than that. I thought she might be a tomboy because I would always see her shooting baskets in their drive. Once she came out and talked to her sister and she was wearing a baseball uniform and she had a bat on her shoulders with baseball shoes hanging from the end of the bat. Every time I saw her, the younger sister would always wave to me just like she knew me. Lately, I found myself waving back. Their overt friendliness made me wonder if they were friends of my mom, but I dismissed the idea as absurd. My mom had little time for anything, but her job. Today, an older woman came out in a two piece bathing suit and lounged with the blonde girl. I was sure that she was her mother. She was a fox in spite of her age and she was even taller than the two girls. I was fairly certain she was taller than my mom as well. When the mother appeared, the two women talked for a few seconds, and then the older woman looked my way and laughed. Were they talking about me? I cursed my shy nature, and closed my eyes, but I had already decided to ask my mom about our new neighbors at supper. I never saw a man around their house either. That made me wonder if the mother was divorced. One thing I knew for certain, I now knew where the girls got their good looks from. Their mother may have been in her forties, but she was still stunning. I thought she would have given my mother a run for her money. During my visit home, I had assumed the cooking duties around the house. Mom never asked me to cook, but it just seemed natural for me to take on that responsibility. She was a very busy woman, and I did want to show her I was becoming a very responsible person. I was getting pretty good at it...even mom said so. I asked her, as we ate, about our new neighbors. It turns out that my mom and the neighbor lady were indeed good friends. Her name was Connie and she had known my mom since college. In fact, my mom was the one who told her about the house when it went on the market. I couldn't remember her ever mentioning her friend before or her two daughters and that made me even more curious. It seems the two ran together in college and had been lifelong friends. Her oldest daughter was named Melissa and was almost twenty one. She went to college back east. The youngest daughter was fourteen and her name was Darlene. I thought the name fit her perfectly. She was in fact very athletic and my mom spent about ten minutes telling me about Darlene and her sports accomplishments. She was on the boys baseball team at school and she was into martial arts and basketball as well. My mom seemed very proud of Darlene's accomplishments. As my mom continued on and on about her exploits, I got the feeling that Darlene and my mom were very close. I found myself becoming a little jealous about their relationship. I even wished that I had been more athletically gifted myself. After the litany of Darlene's accomplishments finally ended, mom told me she was thinking about inviting them over for supper tomorrow so they could meet me. I was excited and nervous all at the same time. I didn't eat much after that. All I could think about was Melissa and that body of hers. After supper, my mom called the McGraths and invited them over for dinner. They readily accepted. I was nervous the rest of the night. I was going to meet the girl of my dreams. One thing did upset me though, I was going to be in a room with four beautiful women and I was the smallest person in the room, and one of the girls was a lot younger than I. ------------------------------------- The next day when I went out by the pool, I was sad to see that Melissa was nowhere to be found, but Darlene was in the backyard doing a tumbling routine in her bikini. I couldn't help but admire her body. She was really built for such a young teenager. When Darlene spotted me, she stopped her gymnastics routine, waved, and came over by the chain link fence. She just stared at me with her arms leaning against the fence. It made me feel uncomfortable as she quietly appraised me for some time. I tried to act nonchalant as I sunned myself, but I was watching her every move through my sunglasses. Finally, she effortlessly jumped the fence and came walking over. I tried to act the older disinterested male as she strolled over, but she sure had a hypnotic movement to her stride. I couldn't pull my eyes from that figure of hers. Today, she was wearing an identical yellow string bikini to her sisters. Her legs were awesome, and she was really well put together for her age. It did embarrass me to watch her as I did. I was interested in her sister, not her. Besides, she was only fourteen, but she sure looked graceful as she confidently sauntered up to my chair. I could tell she was athletic, and she was very tall. She had to be somewhere around six feet tall and she was only just into her teens. I was sure she would be as tall as her mother when she finished growing. After her promenade over to my chair was completed, she took up a very dominant and sexy pose in front of me. She had a beguiling little smile on her lovely face, her hands were placed provocatively on her hips, and she was appraising me through her sunglasses. I couldn't see her eyes and I wondered what was going on in that pretty head of hers. What was she smiling about? The moment seemed to last for an eternity. I tried to stay calm as she silently appraised me. I was supposed to be the one in charge of the situation. After all, I was the older boy. I tried to wait patiently for her to talk, but I was certain she detected my anxiety. It seemed as if she was really enjoying the moment and my current state of nervousness. The brief period of time, she appraised me, seemed to last an eternity. Finally, her smile broadened noticeably, and the moment seemed to get even more charged when she tipped her glasses a little and stared down at me over the top of the frames. God! She looked great! I wanted to say something, but she had me in a spell. Why was I so shy and nervous around girls? Finally, she broke the ice and said nonchalantly, "So your Tommy! You're kind of cute!" "My name is Tom," I shot back. She laughed at my remark, but it didn't seem to phase her one bit. She quickly added, "Ingrid has told me all about you." I was surprised to hear her call my mom by her first name. "Your kind of puny for being almost twenty, aren't you? I know your only 5'5''...But what do you weigh?" she asked inquisitively. "I'm five foot seven," I shot back, "and weigh almost 150 pounds!" Why did I lie? Inquires about my height and weight always made me uneasy. And how did she know my height? Had my mother and her had a discussion about me? She looked over her sunglasses and smirked, but didn't question my statistics. "My name is Darlene and I'm nearly six feet tall and I already weigh 165 pounds. And all of it's solid muscle." She turned herself slowly around in a circle for my appraisal. I found myself staring again. I couldn't take my eyes off her cute power packed figure. "Well, what do you think?" she asked, "Do you like what you see?" My gaze moved up and down her body once more. I didn't question her numbers. She looked every bit as tall as she said, and it was apparent that she must work out a lot. I had never seen a physique like hers on a fourteen year old girl before. She had acres of taut rippling muscle everywhere I looked, but it was packed into a delectable teenage body. In fact, I had seen very few college girls or even older women who could rival her. For some reason, I felt more than a little intimidated by this young teenager. Darlene must have read my mind because she stopped turning, sauntered right up to my chair, and said to me in a casual manner, "Your mom says you're shy around girls. Well, you don't have to be shy around me. I like you already." I couldn't believe my mother said that to Darlene. I was embarrassed and I got angry at my mom. In my anger, I lost track of what Darlene was saying for a second or two. When I refocused, she was rambling, "I like smaller guys like you. They're so much fun to play with, but don't worry, I won't hurt you. I'm going to protect you and take care of you, you'll see." What the hell was she talking about? All I managed to blurt out was, "Take care of me?" Darlene ignored my question, she had already moved on. Even as I spoke, she took a few steps toward the pool, looked it over for a second, and asked in a sweet voice, "Can I go for a swim in your pool?" I shrugged and said, "Sure." I immediately regretted my answer. I was only half listening to her, I was still thinking about her last comments. She turned around, squealed with delight, and took a running dive right into the pool. I watched her frolic and swim for a good five minutes before she motioned with her arm, and said, "Come on in!" "No thanks," I yelled over, "I'm a land lover." "Come on in," she prodded, "your mom says you're a good swimmer." She knew I liked to swim too. What else had my mom told her about me? Finally, I acquiesced and dove into the pool. Darlene was hard to say no to, just like my mom. We frolicked in the pool for about ten minutes. At first, Darlene was content to let me swim around, but as time went by, she became more and more playful. I found myself having to fend her off as we swam. She was having a great time and the noise level had gone up noticeably. I tried to quiet her. I was worried about the nosy neighbors. But my nervous attempts at toning down her actions, only brought loud laughter from her and even more outrageous shenanigans on her part. Sometime during the last ten minutes, Melissa had made her entrance onto the McGrath patio, and was sunning herself on her favorite lounge chair. I noticed her for the first time when Darlene went to do a dive off the high board. I glanced over from time to time and I could tell she was watching Darlene and I frolic in the pool. Darlene performed her dive flawlessly. I knew I couldn't do a jackknife anywhere near that well. After her dive, Darlene came swimming over with a different look on her face. I felt like a fish who had just spotted a barracuda.. I started to back up and tread water. "Oh no you don't!" Darlene said firmly, "get back here!" She swam up to me and grabbed me in a bear hug pinning my arms to my side. Then she submerged the both of us underwater. It caught me by surprise and I found myself spitting up water after we surfaced. I heard her giggles as I gasped for breath. I was really angry. She had gone way too far. I lost my temper and really started to struggle in her iron grip. But to my surprise, I couldn't seem to break free. I struggled for a few more seconds to no avail. I heard her sister yell out, "Be careful with him, Darlene. You know what Ingrid told us about him." Now, what was my mom blabbing to the whole world? Melissa's words really embarrassed me, even more than being so easily overpowered by Darlene. As I continued to struggle in Darlene's unbreakable grip, I couldn't help thinking that the girl of my dreams thinks I'm a wimp. "I'll be careful, sis! He's just too cute!" Darlene sang out as she continued to hold me in her tight embrace. I fought her for a few seconds more, trying to break her hold. The only effect I seemed to have on Darlene was to make her giggle at my pathetic efforts. We were currently in about three feet of water. Slowly, Darlene started to move us out into deeper water. I half struggled half looked Melissa's way to see if she was watching.....she was. Finally, Darlene stopped moving when we were shoulder deep in the pool and said, "Give me a kiss....or I'll dunk you again!" Immediately, I redoubled my efforts to break free and got another dunking as my reward. This time, she must have held me under water for at least ten seconds, but I was more prepared this time. At least, when we surfaced I wasn't spitting up water. After another dunking, I whispered softly so nobody else could hear, "Please Darlene, let me go!" I couldn't believe how impossibly strong this young girl was. "GIVE ME A KISS!" she shouted so the whole neighborhood could hear. I took a peak over at Melissa, she was looking our way, of course. I started to plead with Darlene again, all I got out of my mouth was, "Plea.." Soon after, I found myself under water again. This time, for a much longer period. Finally, we surfaced again and I heard a very similar order. "KISS ME!" I finally relented and kissed her square on the lips. What choice did I have? While we kissed, she still held me in that unbreakable bear hug of hers. I tried to end the kiss, but she was in control, and she kept our lips plastered together. I tried to shake my head back and forth to end the kiss, but even my lips were being overpowered. At the same time, she slowly increased her squeeze on my overmatched body. My arms were helplessly pinned to my side. The power in her young teenage arms made it hard for me to breath as well. I was being completely overwhelmed in her dominant embrace. When our lips finally parted, I had to gasp for air. My actions only brought more giggles from Darlene. I looked over at Melissa and she had one of her hands covering her mouth like she was trying not to laugh out loud. I could only guess at what she was thinking. I have never been more humiliated in my entire life. Finally, I whispered to Darlene, "Pleeasse!.....your sister is watching." "OH! SO YOU LIKE MY SISTER!.. IS THAT IT?" she yelled. Before I could react or say anything, I got another dunking. This time when we surfaced, she informed me, "I think I'll take you over there so you can meet her, college man!" I struggled, but it was useless. I was held in the vice-like grip of this young teen's arms, and could not free myself. She repositioned me so I was facing out and then she carried me right out of the pool. She had me secured in such a way, that as she held me up, my feet were dangling off the ground as she walked. I struggled, but I couldn't break free. Darlene had me too well secured. I couldn't believe a fourteen year old girl could overpower me so easily. I never felt so helpless in my life. Melissa was watching the show. I could see her smiling as we neared the fence. As we approached, she sat up in the chair to get a better view of the spectacle. When we reached the fence, Darlene sang out, "Over you go!" In the next instant, I found myself over the fence, and tumbling to the ground, but momentarily free. I immediately took off as soon as I could. I wasn't sure where I was going, but I was too embarrassed to worry about the direction. I managed about three steps before I got tackled. It felt like a linebacker had just hit me, but I knew it was Darlene. We rolled around for a few seconds till I found her legs wrapped around my middle. She wasn't squeezing very hard, but there wasn't any doubt that she was in complete control again. In the next instant, another warning was coming from Melissa's direction. "Be careful, Darlene! Remember what his mom told us." It just kept getting worse and worse. I heard Melissa issue another warning to her younger sister, "He can't defend himself!.....He's very fragile!" My shame hit a new level. I couldn't believe what the object of my affection had just said. I didn't have time to ponder her words for long because Darlene started to squeeze her legs and compress my midsection. The pain was immediate. How could such luscious legs be so strong? I tried to pry them apart, but they were unrelenting and immovable. "OK, Sis!" I'll be real careful with him," I heard her answer back. Then she gave me an even harder squeeze, with her controlling legs, for good measure. I redoubled my efforts, my hands felt the smoothness of her inner thighs as I pushed outward with all my strength, again with no success. Underneath the smoothness of those magnificent legs of hers, I felt steel. They were so damn young and feminine looking as well. The delightful contradictions made my head spin. I gave it one last try and even smacked one of her thighs with my fist. That got her complete attention. She yelled, "GIVE ME THOSE HANDS! Before I could react, she had my hands trapped between her thighs as well. I struggled, trying to wiggle my body back and forth to free my hands, but she held me easily. As I continued to struggle, she brought her head nearer to my own so she could watch my reactions more closely. At that moment, I felt like a mouse being toyed with by a cat. I stopped momentarily and looked at her. She was smiling in amusement. She seemed very relaxed and unconcerned, as well. Her nonchalant manner embarrassed and frustrated me further. How could a young girl be so strong? She must have read my mind again because a big arrogant smile spread across her face as she watched my futile attempts at breaking free. Her cocky attitude was just too much for me to take. I lost it. I began to struggle like a wild man ferociously and frantically throwing my body from side to side, and at the same time lifting up on my arms trying to pry them free as well. She easily rode out my manly display of sheer strength. Her legs never yielding one inch to my frantic actions. As I continued to struggle, I could hear her maddening giggles. She must have been enjoying my feeble attempts at breaking free. My all- out attempt to gain my freedom and her giggling continued for about a minute, till I guess she got bored. By this time, I was already very winded from the sheer effort I had expended. Slowly, I felt her legs start to tighten and tighten around my middle. They tightened slowly like a vice. The strength in my arms disappeared, overwhelmed by her young teenage legs. The pressure of her controlling legs slowly brought my efforts at escape to a complete halt. The anger on my face was replaced with desperation and fear. I managed to whisper a desperate, "Pleeeeassse!" "No way!" she said, "you've been a very bad boy!" In a few more very painful seconds, desperation had been replaced by sheer panic. I'm sure my situation was clearly written all over my face, but Darlene was enjoying herself too much to feel any pity. Just at that very moment, I heard her sister yell out another warning, "You're not hurting him, Are you?" This time I could detect more authority In Melissa's warning, and Darlene did let up on her squeeze. Even though she let up, I was too dazed to try and fight back. Every now and then she would jolt me with a squeeze or two from her power packed thighs. I reacted by grunting and she reacted with more giggles. This game lasted for a few minutes. Then she grabbed my face with one of her hands and made me look directly into her eyes. "Never forget this little lesson, college man, I can do this again any time I want too," she whispered to me. I looked into her face and closed my eyes. I heard her giggle again before she lowered her head down to my face and kissed me on the lips. I tried to struggle, but she was in complete control as she forced our lips together. I continued to struggle even as she kissed me, but I was completely outgunned by this young teenage girl. I can't properly describe the feeling of shame that washed over me at my complete loss of control. This couldn't be happening I thought. This shouldn't be happening. I was the boy and she was the girl...and I was much older to boot...At the same time, I couldn't help but enjoy the kiss. Through the shame and the lust, I heard a distant voice say urgently, "Darlene! I think you better stop! You've had your fun with him." The kiss finally ended and I immediately was jolted with another burst of power from her young teenage legs. Even as my head whirled from her passionate kiss, those overpowering legs left me completely defeated as well. In a matter of minutes, this young dominate teenage girl had reduced me to a confused and pathetic lump of male flesh. She stared at me for a second more before she yelled back at her sister, "I'll bring him overö sis! I think he's in love with you!" I closed my eyes and tried to blot out the world after her remarks, but her thighs wouldn't let me forget where I was. I heard Darlene's voice through the fog in my brain, she was lecturing me. "You were very stupid in thinking that you could outrun me. I'm much faster and stronger than you are. Actually, I'm superior to you in every way. I should tan you hide but good for trying such a dumb stunt, but my sisters waiting." I tried to answer her, but her beautiful young tanned and muscular teenage legs had taken away my breath again. I was very groggy when she finally released her hold on my midsection, and she had no trouble in maneuvering me into the position she wanted. In a flash, I found myself in the same bear hug as before, and she was walking me towards her sister once again. We stopped at her sister's chair and Darlene sang out, "This is Tommy, Melissa. He has a crush on you!.....And I have a crush on him." After her comment, she squeezed me even tighter. I found myself begging again, even though Mellisa could hear everything. "Please, Darlene...I can't breath." "Let him go, Darlene! You're embarrassing him. You know he can't defend himself. We just moved into this neighborhood, mom will get mad." "Oh, all right, spoil sport," she said to Melissa in a sad child- like voice, and let me go. I collapsed to the ground in a heap, coughing and gasping for air all at the same time. Melissa stood and offered me her hand as I tried to gain my balance on wobbly feet. She towered over me. She had to be at least as tall as my mom and an inch or two taller than Darlene. I felt like a dwarf, a very embarrassed dwarf. My head was spinning from the shame and the girlhandling I had just received. Melissa gave me a comforting smile as we began to walk towards my house and safety. She offered a helping hand, but I wanted to walk on my own. I was trying to regain some of my dignity. Darlene remained quiet and didn't say anything further. Thankfully, she didn't follow. "Don't mind my sister, she's very precocious, and she doesn't know her own strength," she told me in a conciliatory tone. Her voice sounded like that of an angel, and her words had a soothing effect on me as well. I could feel my attraction for this beautiful girl increasing with every step we took. As we entered my yard, she added, "Don't feel embarrassed. My sisters done that to a lot bigger guys than you. I'll have a talk with her." I nodded my appreciation, smiled at her, and tried to regain some of my composure. Then she hit me with a bombshell. "I think she likes you a lot." "She has a funny way of showing it!" I said walking and brushing myself off at the same time. When I had removed much of the grass, I commented further, "Besides, she's way too young for me!" Her sister looked at me, shrugged, and said, "You're mature, I'm sure you can handle it." After Melissa's words, I looked back in Darlene's direction and I could see that she had her hands folded about her chest and was watching us very carefully. She didn't look pleased. I took a deep breath and looked back at Melissa who was watching me as well. When I looked into Melissa's face, I instantly forgot about Darlene. She did have the face of an angel, and her words made me feel better. Maybe, it was just the fact that she was treating me like a man and not a helpless infant. As we started to walk towards my house again, Darlene yelled so the whole neighborhood could hear, "Don't you dare kiss him, Sis! He belongs to me!" I looked back at her in terror, but Melissa said in a calm soothing voice, "Ignore her.....She's very young and immature." I smiled at Melissa, but I couldn't ignore Darlene's words. I thought my quiet summer had just taken a turn for the worse. As she walked me to my door and out of sight of Darlene, I wondered how I could ever face these two girls again. Then I remembered, to my complete and utter horror, that they were invited over to dinner tonight. Before we parted, Mellisa said once again, "I'm sorry about what my sister just did to you. Everyone in our family is very strong. Maybe, this will make up for it." What she did next took me by complete surprise. She kissed me right on the lips. It was heavenly. It seemed like it lasted for an eternity, but all good things come to an end. Trance like, I stared after her as she made her way back across the yard to her house. Before I went inside, I came to my senses long enough to look around. I wanted to make sure Darlene hadn't seen that kiss. I wasn't sure what she would do to me if she had. As I went inside, I shook my head in bewilderment. I had met the McGrath sisters, and I was already in love with one, and afraid of the other. --------------------------------------- I was very quiet at dinner. Everyone else was having a great time. The girls were warm and friendly and didn't mention anything about this afternoons fiasco. I was happy for the kindness, and soon found myself loosening up and getting into the festive mood. I found out at dinner that Connie's husband had died several years before my dad. From their sad faces, I could tell that the girls missed him very much. I was more than a little surprised to find out that he was about the same size as my dad and he took care of the house just like my father did. Also during dinner, I got a quick history of Melissa's accomplishments and Darlene's as well. Their mom was very proud of both of them, as well she should be. I was a little embarrassed when it was my mom's turn to tell the women about my writing ability and my grades at school. I was surprised to find that the women wanted to know every little detail, and my mom went on and on. That surprised me as well. Every time I glanced over at Darlene she would always be staring right at me. She would smile when she got me to react nervously, and she always got that reaction from me. I just couldn't help it. From time to time, I felt another pair of eyes on me as well. They belonged to Melissa. Every time I looked at her, she made my heart beat faster. I looked at both of the older women as well, and sure hoped they didn't know what was going on. Every so often, my mom would look at me and smile. I wasn't sure what she was thinking, but I was sure glad she couldn't read minds. After dinner, my mom told us about the crisis in New York. She had to make an emergency business trip, there, the day after tomorrow, and would be gone for the rest of the week. That didn't concern me too much. I was happy to be alone and thought that the latest bit of news would afford me the opportunity to lay low and avoid the girls for awhile. My spirits noticeably picked up after that. Before the McGraths left, they wanted to return the dinner invite as soon as my mom returned. Mrs. McGrath said I could come over and keep the girls company any time. Both girls eyes lit up when they heard that bit of news. I was one happy camper when the McGraths finally left. After the McGraths were gone and my mom and I started to clean the dishes off the table, she nonchalantly asked, "Well, what do you think of them? You know, Connie is my best friend." After she asked her question, she continued to stare at me waiting for my reply. "I like them," was all I said. I knew it was the answer she wanted to hear. "Good!" she replied and she laid that big smile of hers on me. She continued to smile at me for what seemed like a very long time, Finally, she asked another question. "And what do you think of Darlene?" That surprised me, but I did manage to say, "She's nice, but much too young for me." My mom astonished me by replying, "Nonsense!" I gave her a bewildered look, but remained quiet. She quickly added in a very aggressive voice, "I was ten years younger than your father, and Darlene's only five years younger than you." I didn't want to start an argument so I said, "She's very good at sports and smart too." My mom didn't say anything further, she just gave me that knowing look of hers. She continued to study me for some time as we did the dishes. It made me very uneasy. After the dishes were done, I excused myself and went to my room to try and figure out what in the hell was going on. Quickly, my uncluttered life was starting to get real complicated. ---------------------------------------- The next day, I didn't venture out into the yard. Every so often, I would peek outside and I could see that both of the girls were outside on their patio. It looked like Darlene was looking for me. That sent chills up and down my spine. As I watched them, I tried to figure out a plan to see Melissa and avoid Darlene. I wondered when Darlene would be playing baseball again and how I could find out that important bit of information. Eventually, I got bored with watching the girls and enjoyed a peaceful day inside. The hours flew by and soon it was late afternoon. I was about to prepare dinner and I found myself in a very happy frame of mind. I was humming a popular little tune when the door bell rang. I should have looked outside before I answered it. To my surprise, it was Darlene and she was in a spectacular hot pink string bikini. "Aren't you going to invite me in?" she asked. Before I could answer her, she swept right past me and into the house. I stared at her dumbfounded and didn't say anything for a few moments. When she saw me still motionless by the door, she shook her head and then retraced her steps grabbing me by the collar and pulling me along into the kitchen with her. I was too surprised to even attempt to stop her or say anything. She let go of my collar in the middle of the kitchen and casually commented to me, "My sister and I missed you today." Then in a sterner tone she asked, "Where were you?" I lied to her. I said, "I'm sick." She put her hands on her hips and stared at me as she thought about my answer. I tried to look sickly, I even coughed. The tension mounted as I waited for her to say something. I waited impatiently trying to think of some way to get her out of the house. I had no idea what was going to happen next. "You don't like me, do you?" she said in a very even tone of voice. "I like you Darlene...It's just that...." I paused and didn't finish the sentence. "What?" she inquired menacingly. "Well, it's just that you're too young for me." Her expression changed immediately and her voice got much louder. "It's my sister isn't it!" "I like your sister and I like you too," I replied. I was sure that confused her. I wasn't coping very well. Handling women was turning out to be a little harder then I thought it would be. Her reply startled me. "Well, your mom says that I'm just perfect for you. She says you need somebody to protect you and take care of you. You're so helpless and weak....just like your father." I was an easy going type, but her words made me loose my temper. "I can take care of myself!" I said in a very loud voice. Then I tried to usher her towards the door as I said rather sternly, "Thank you very much....And I think you better leave." She swatted my hand away and taunted, "If you think you're so tough, why don't you make me leave!" I didn't know quite what to do. I've never been in a fight and I couldn't imagine fighting a girl. Especially, one who could probably wipe up the floor with me. I didn't answer her immediately. We just stared at each other for a few moments. I was fairly certain she could tell I was scared of her. A broad smile danced across her face as she waited for my next move. I remained silent. I had no idea how to extricate myself from this mess. Finally, she broke the spell by saying, "I'll tell you what....How would you like me to leave you alone?.....And never bother you again.....All you have to do is beat me in a little wrestling match." "I can't wrestle a girl," I said in an exasperated tone of voice. I didn't tell her I was afraid to wrestle her. "What's the matter? Is the big bad college man afraid to wrestle a fourteen year old girl? I thought you said you could take care of yourself?" she mocked. "I can!" I shot back. "Then let's get it on," she said as she made a fist with her right hand and pumped her arm up and down. Where had I seen that gesture before? Finally, it came to me. It was from the cable TV show Celebrity Death Match. Mills Lane the referee used it before every match. As I stared at her utterly dumfounded, I wondered if I accepted her challenge, if I would get mutilated like the clay figures on that show? I didn't have time to think it over any further because Darlene was talking again. I quickly realized she was explaining the ground rules, "If I win....your my boyfriend....And If you win.... but that won't happen....but if it does....your free as a bird....and I won't ever bother you again....You can even ask my sister out.... Wouldn't you like that?" I didn't immediately answer her. I was mulling it over and she was giving me the time. I could see she still had that big smile on her face. She looked pretty confident that I wouldn't turn her idea down. I realized my masculine ego had boxed me into a corner and I saw no way out. I tried one last desperate attempt to rid myself of Darlene. "This is crazy," I shouted, "what if your mom knew you were here?" "Are you going to tell her? That would be more painful for you! I'd tan your hide but good. Besides, she likes you and she told you at dinner that you could visit us or we could visit you at any time." I was trapped and I knew it. The only way out was to wrestle with this supremely confident teen and beat her. I finally gave in and said in a defeated tone, 'When do you want to wrestle?" "Right now!" she answered. Your mom has a workout area and some mats in the basement. We can use that as our little wrestling arena." I shook my head in agreement and despair. She even knew about mom's workout area. I wondered if they worked out together? Darlene sensed my mood and added, "Don't take it so hard, Tommy. You're going to loose, but I'll guarantee you're going to have a lot of fun too." I rolled my eyes and said, "My name is Tom!" I couldn't believe I was going to go through with this. Darlene sauntered over to the basement door, turned and gave me a wink, and started down. I followed her like a condemned man going to the gallows. As we descended the steps she announced, "We'll discuss your name after the match. I followed her down the steps and her laughter filled my ears. The basement was a maze of equipment my mom had accumulated for her physical training. In one corner were some mats she had set up for I wasn't sure what reason, but it was an ideal area for our little wrestle. Darlene went right over to the mats like this was her home, did a sexy little wiggle, and beckoned me on with her finger. I slowly started to walk towards her. As I did, she inquired, "Are you going to fight like that?" I stopped and looked down at my clothes. Darlene had me so flustered, I had forgotten that I still had my PJ's on. I hadn't bothered to get dressed today. I moved to go up the steps and change, but Darlene stopped me with a few words. "Fight in your underwear," she suggested, "you'll still have more on then I do." After she made her comment, she gestured with her hands by running them up and down her body, and then she did another sexy little wiggle to emphasize her point. For some reason, I found myself taking off my pajama's. I just wanted this over with as soon as possible. Darlene watched me with a big grin on her face. She was really enjoying my embarrassment and the strip show. Finally, I faced her in just my boxer shorts and felt totally ridiculous. Before we started, she looked me over very carefully and started to giggle again. She even put her hand over her mouth and tried to suppress her laughter. She was mocking me and I was getting madder and madder. At the moment, I really didn't care that she was a girl. I wanted to beat her as bad as I ever wanted to beat anybody in my life, but yesterday's fiasco was still fresh in my mind. It kept me from moving forward and attacking. So I just stared at her waiting for her to make the first move. After a few moments of non action, she just shook her head disgustedly. I guess she wanted to provoke me into attacking. Finally, she suggested, "I know...Let's make this fair....You can get me in any hold you want." And she put her arms up in a nonchalant manner waiting for me to approach. I wasn't a wrestler, but I had seen some holds on the cable wrestling shows. I was determined to win. She had taken me yesterday, but I rationalized that she caught me off guard. I was sure I could win in a fair match. After all, I was the guy and a lot older than her. Loosing to a fourteen year old girl just wasn't possible I thought. "Lay down on your back, please," I informed her. "Uhhhh! I like this already," she said with laughter in her voice as she proceeded to move gracefully into that position. I stared on in fascination as she completed the movement onto her back. She smiled broadly and never took her eyes off me, and I never took my eyes off her legs. I knew she was watching me intently, and with amusement, but I still couldn't remove my eyes from those beautiful legs of hers. As she continued to watch me, she sexily lifted her shapely and impossibly long legs up in the air. At the same time, she started to rub her hands up and down her thighs, and inquired, "What do you think of my legs?...Tommy boy." I couldn't help it, I stared at those magnificent teenage legs of hers in total awe. She had great legs! So smooth and tan and young looking, but they were incredibly muscled as well. I couldn't help but wonder how something that sexy looking could look so powerful all at the same time. She must have read my mind again, "You better stay away from them or they'll eat you alive. They're my best weapons," she casually commented to me as she continued to run her hands up and down her legs. I didn't doubt that for a moment as I stared at her legs completely mesmerized for a few more seconds. Finally, she stopped playing with her legs and beckoned me over with her finger again. I found myself moving to her silent command. When I reached her, I sat on her upper torso pinning her shoulders to the mat with my knees. For the final touch, I took her hands in mine and pinned them down firmly to the mat as well. She smiled up at me, locked my eyes with hers, and sang out in a happy child-like voice, "Uhhh! I think you got me tough guy!" I'm soooo helpless and your soooo strong." For some reason, I felt defeated already and I was the one on top. Her mocking tone got to me and I yelled, "Shut up and start fighting!" I quickly realized she was trying to psyche me out. I vowed not to react to her words again. She immediately reacted to my words. Start fighting was exactly what she did. But first, I heard her giggle once more before she pushed my body up and backwards with unbelievable force. Instantly, I felt my body falling backwards till I fell back across her body between her legs onto the mat. She closed her legs and the trap was sprung. It was an unbelievable position I found myself in. Her lovely legs had snaked around my body and crossed in front of me with her ankles locked and sticking flush against the right side of my face. Her huge sexy thighs pinned my arms to my sides and crushed my body all at the same time. In one devastating move, she was in complete control of my upper body and arms with just her strong sexy legs. Almost immediately, Her legs started to tighten around my body like a python....tighter and tighter and tighter. I couldn't breath and I was absolutely totally and completely helpless in just a matter of seconds. Then she grabbed my ankles with her hands and immobilized my legs as well. I couldn't move a muscle. She had me completely at her mercy. I was hers to play with and I couldn't do a thing about it. To add to my embarrassment, she started to rub one of her huge calves gently across my cheek. I couldn't move my head far enough to stop her playful torment and she continued to rub my face. I tried to endure in silence as best I could. "I did warn you to stay away from my legs," she taunted as the pressure mounted. She let go of my ankles and folded her hands behind her head and watched my pain and agony as her legs destroyed me. I couldn't detect any pity on her lovely face as she watched me suffer, only curiosity and enjoyment. Her lovely legs tightened the vice even tighter. I couldn't speak or even cry out for mercy by this time. The pain was that excruciating. Her legs had complete mastery over my body. I felt tears form around my eye lids as the pain increased and she compacted my overmatched body further. I couldn't believe her young sexy legs could destroy me so utterly and so effortlessly. Finally, she got bored with my helpless condition and her easy victory and she told me what I already knew. "This is way too easy!" she informed me, "I want this to last awhile." Mercifully the pressure eased and in a flash, while I was still groggy, she maneuvered me into another equally painful and humiliating hold. This time, I was bent over one of her shapely thighs as she pushed down with one of her hands on my chin. I was completely helpless again and in tremendous pain. "Boy you are just as weak and helpless as your mom told me you were," she commented in a matter of fact tone of voice as she bent me painfully backwards. I heard her, but I was in too much pain to answer. Instead, I begged, "Pleeeese!....Your killing me!....Let me go!" She ignored my pleas for mercy and continued with her appraisal of my pitiful fighting skills. "You couldn't fight your way out of a wet paper bag!.....I know some third grade girls who could take you!...No problemo!" My thrashing continued for some time and she continued on with her running dialogue of my feeble efforts and I continued on with my suffering. "WOW! If your college buddies could see you now!.... Loosing to a fourteen year old girl!....who isn't even trying!" she taunted. Her words stung almost as badly as the painful position I found myself in. I couldn't do anything but listen and endure. Darlene was in complete control and she was enjoying herself totally. In a few minutes, she tired of that hold, as well, and maneuvered my overmatched body into another even more humiliating position. I lost track of time as she placed me in hold after hold keeping me trapped in one painful position after another. She kept me captive in each hold long enough for me to realize that I couldn't escape, then she went on to another hold. Slowly, very slowly time lost all meaning as I entered a world of pain and total female domination. Finally, the pain receded into the background as I only heard her mocking words and felt complete and utter shame. Eventually, a loud noise intruded into my female dominated world. It was a noise from somewhere upstairs. It sounded like somebody was rummaging around in the kitchen. Instantly, the noise brought me back to reality. I knew that the commotion upstairs meant that my mother was home. I found knew strength as I struggled in the current hold Darlene was employing. Our bodies were facing each other and she had me in a head scissors. I was on my side with my face stuffed ten miles up her massive thighs. My hands were free, and prying her legs apart was not an option, but I tried anyway. Like usual, I was totally helpless. She watched my struggles with amusement and fascination as I frantically tried to free myself, to no avail. My mom could never see me like this I thought in panic. I would never be able to look her in the eye again. As I struggled, Darlene shifted her body into another position. This time I found myself in a reverse head scissors. She laid across my body as her thighs devoured me. I tried to pry those tanned teenage thighs apart with my usual lack of success. She giggled and turned her head and watched my struggles with amusement. Then she did something that caught me by total surprise. It was something straight out of my worse nightmares. I heard her yell out, "Hello Ingrid, could you come down here!" I struggled with all my strength, but couldn't budge those all powerful thighs of hers. In a matter of seconds, I heard the noise in the kitchen stop and then I heard high heeled shoes on the basement steps. Finally, I stopped struggling and gave in to the inevitable. I closed my eyes and sobbed openly, I was so damn ashamed. As my mom came into view, Darlene turned back toward her and said in a happy voice, "Hi Mrs. Morgan! Your son and I are having a brawl.....Guess who's winning?" My mom put her hand up to her face and said in a startled tone of voice, "My word! Your not hurting him are you, Darlene?" Those were not the first words I expected to hear out of my mothers mouth. "Naw! I'm being real careful with him. He's sooo weak and helpless, just like you said." My eyes popped open when I heard Darlene's words. I was greeted with the figure of my mother walking around our tangled bodies surveying the scene. I closed my eyes once again in shame and prayed. This had to be the most embarrassing situation a young man could find himself in. Finally, my mom asked, "How long have you two been wrestling?" I was too embarrassed to say anything, but Darlene immediately answered in a sing song voice, "We're not really wrestling..... He's not strong enough to compete with me....I've been playing with him..... I could beat him in five seconds flat.....If I really wanted too." Mom answered her in what seemed like, to me, a very amused tone of voice. "I see!" was all she said. And then she bent over and stared directly into my face which was trapped helplessly in my sexy leg prison. I wanted to run, but I couldn't move. I just wanted to crawl in a hole and die. As her eyes held my own, I was sure she could see the tears there. Finally, I closed them like I could hide from her, and blot out her next words. This time her tone of voice changed and she inquired very loudly and very sternly, "AND WHAT DO YOU HAVE TO SAY FOR YOURSELF YOUNG MAN!" Her words boomed in my brain and my eyes shot open. "Mom, I..I..she has me trapped. I can't move....tell her to let me go." Darlene piped in, "He's completely helpless, Ingrid. I could hold him like this all day if I wanted too, and I'm not even trying." Again my mother's next words surprised me. "You mean you can't get out, Tom?.....She's only fourteen for God's Sake, try! Her words stung me. I didn't know what to say. I found myself trying to pry Darlene's thighs apart with my hands once again. I was sure my mom could see the strain on my face from my efforts. I was making loud grunting sounds as well. "That tickles!" Darlene exclaimed. She was making fun of my feeble efforts to free myself once again. Then her words got even more humiliating. She said in a little girl's voice, "He can't get out! I think he just likes to feel up my thighs." Mom turned and looked at me with a half startled half amused expression on her face. My nightmare was getting worse. Darlene continued the show for my mother. I couldn't stop her no matter how hard I tried. I wanted to cry. "Watch how easily I can control him. Why don't you give him the count of 100," Darlene sang out. My mom bent down and got very close, her tone changing at the same time, "You're always telling me how you can take care of yourself, young man, and you can't even defend yourself against a fourteen year old girl." "Mom she's so strong, " I pleaded. "But you're a man for god's sake. At least, that's what you've told me." Then her mood changed, she rose, put her hand's on her hips, and told me in no uncertain terms, "I want you to try and get out this instant....And I'm going to start counting, and you better get out before I reach 100 or things will never be the same again." I didn't know what she meant and I was getting a little woozy with Darlene's full weight on me, and I tried to plead my case once more, "But mom she's so heavy!" All my mom did was start to count. "One....two...three...four..." I started to panic. My situation had become totally insane. I started to struggle with renewed effort. As I struggled I heard my mother counting in the background, "eighteen..nineteen...twenty." Above it all, I could still hear Darlene's giggles ringing in my ears. I struggled and struggled trying to pry those teenage thighs of hers apart. Every so often, my eyes would wander off my mother and over to Darlene's sexy young ass which was inches from my face. I couldn't help looking. It was a natural male reaction, but I'm sure it didn't go unnoticed by my mother. I wondered even as Darlene destroyed my body and humiliated my ego, why, I still wanted to kiss and fondle those remarkable ass cheeks just inches away. When my energy waned, mom would stop the count and yell encouragement to me. "Come on Tommy!...You can do it!....Try harder for Christ sake!" Then she would continue the count as I redoubled my efforts. My brain kept track of the count as I struggled to get free. "Forty one...forty two....forty three...." I was totally exhausted by this time, but I still kept fighting. Maybe, it was my mothers presence that energized me. In any event, as the count continued, I realized failure in front of her was now a real possibility, and that panicked me and supplied me with even more energy. I was still having no success as the count hit seventy. My mother stopped the count again and commented, "Don't males work out for god's sake. I know females are superior in every way, but you should be putting up a better battle than this." Darlene had kept relatively quiet while I struggled and my mother counted. She was content to watch my face as it went through a dizzying array of emotions. Finally, my actions must have bored her because she turned away and rested her chin on her hand. As I continued to struggle mightily with her legs, she turned once again and said in a bored tone, "You could count to a million, Ingrid, and he still couldn't get out!...I bet he couldn't extricate himself even if I fell asleep." To emphasize her point, she yawned and stretched her upper body even as her legs continued to hold me securely. My mother stopped the count at ninety and asked, "Is that true son? Are men really that weak?" Then she started the count again. I mounted one final supreme effort to free myself. I tried to yank her legs apart with all my might. Even as I strained mightily, I could feel the firm supple smoothness and femininity of her thighs and the underlying power they contained and I felt myself reacting. I tried to hide that reaction from my mother even as I struggled to get free. It was all so confusing. Did I really want to be free? My hands were shaking from the strain as the count hit "Ninety seven....ninety eight...ninety nine...one hundred." My last desperate effort failed. When I heard the count reach one hundred I stopped struggling and collapsed from exhaustion. For a moment, my heavy breathing was the only thing that could be heard in the basement. "Told you, Ingrid," Darlene sang out. "He just doesn't have the muscle for it, and besides I don't think he really wants to get out!" I looked at my mother and she was shaking her head in disgust. Then she addressed me in a very formal tone of voice. "Thomas, I tried to give you the benefit of the doubt....To see things from you're prospective.....But the facts are that you simply can't take care of yourself." "Mom..I can too." I pleaded. "Hush up! This proves to me you can't." Darlene interrupted, "Kathy, down the street is only seven and I bet she could beat muscles here....and she's not even athletic." My mom paused for a second and said to Darlene in a very motherly tone, "I know dear...He's not much of a man....And that just proves my point." Then she turned to me and added, "Thomas, this changes everything." I closed my eyes and wondered what the hell she meant, but I was too afraid to ask. It was ominously quiet in the basement, for a few seconds, as Darlene and I pondered the implications of my mother's last words. Finally, it was Darlene who broke the silence. She sang out, "Watch me make him give, Ingrid, and I'll hardly be squeezing my thighs together." The pressure from her thighs hit me like a ton of bricks. I was to tired to fight anymore as she started to really pressure my head with her awesome legs once more. My mom bent over to watch with a look of curiosity written all over her face. I tried to hold out, but the pressure kept increasing, and the pain kept mounting. To top it off, Darlene was laying across my body and it was difficult to breath. She had also bundled up my legs in her arms. I was totally immobilized as her thighs inexorably increased their pressure. In a matter of seconds the pain was unbearable. I couldn't help it, I heard myself pleading. "Tell her to stop, mom!...I can't take it!.....She's killing me!.....Darlene, Pleasssse!..... Stop!....I giiiiiive!" My mom looked at Darlene and said, "OK Darlene, he gave... ...you proved your point." Darlene giggled and mercifully eased up on the pressure. Then she became more serious as she addressed my mother more formally this time, "Mrs. Morgan, he really can't take care of himself. I know six year old girls who could out wrestle your son..with both hands tied behind their backs. What if a group of Brownies decided to take advantage of him when you're not home? They might hurt him." My mom thought a second and then said to Darlene, "I know, it worries me too dear. And I'm going out of town tomorrow." "Do you want me to drop in on him, from time to time, to see if he's all right?" Darlene asked with a big smile on her face. I couldn't believe my mom was having this conversation with Darlene. It felt like I was five again. Mom quickly added as she patted my head, "I have a better idea! Why don't you baby-sit him for me, then I won't have to worry about him at all." I couldn't believe my own ears. I was speechless. "I'd love too!" Darlene said eagerly. "I'll clear it with your mom. He can stay at your house till I come home." I panicked and I shouted, "MOM! I CAN TAKE CARE OF MYSELF! I'M ALMOST TWENTY, FOR GOD'S SAKE!" "Don't take that tone with me young man! she warned, "you're not too old to get your backside tanned. Then in a calmer voice she said, " I'm only thinking of your best interest. Darlene will protect you and take good care of you." Darlene piped in, "I sure well, Ingrid....You can count on me." "MOM! PLEASE!" "No! The matter is settled," she said with a finality in her voice that meant the matter had been settled. I knew it was useless to argue further, and I closed my eyes and wished I could take some poison. After I settled down, she turned to Darlene and said firmly, " I want you over at seven tomorrow morning. He'll be packed and ready. You can take him to your house at that time." "Yes Mrs. Morgan," Darlene said very obediently and then Darlene turned back towards me with a big satisfied smile on her face. I couldn't help myself, I gulped when I saw her expression. She looked like a cat that had just found a canary to play with. After her last set of orders, my mom started to leave, and I yelled after her, "MOM MAKE HER LET ME GO!" "No, you'll have to ask Darlene to let you go..after all she won the wrestling match." Darlene asked happily, "Can I play with him for a little while longer, Ingrid? I wont hurt him...I promise!" My mom looked at her watch and said, "I suppose so, Darlene. Tommy didn't make supper, I'll order us some pizza." "YAHOO!" Darlene shouted in glee. "Did you hear that Tommy! I can play with you some more!" I couldn't believe my ears. My mom had become a traitor in my eyes. As My mom started to leave, Darlene asked her, "When your out of town, can I discipline Tommy if he's bad?" "Why of course, you'll be in charge, Darlene." "YAHOO!" Darlene yelled once again. Before my mother could leave, Darlene asked her one last thing. "Why don't you come back and watch, Mrs. Morgan? I know a lot of holds." My mom smiled and said, "I will dear, I'll call your mom and then order us some pizza...I'll be right back!" My mom was going to watch? I wanted to object, but I was to startled and ashamed at the turn of events to say much of anything. Then Darlene powered down again with her thighs, and I heard myself begging her to stop yet again. It was about fifteen minutes before my mother returned. Darlene had me in a head scissors. She had her head propped up on one of her elbows while she effortlessly controlled me with her thighs. Her thighs were so big and beautiful, I found myself getting hard despite the painful and humiliating position I found myself in. My hands had stopped trying to free myself from my predicament long ago and were sort of rubbing Darlene's big teenage legs. My mom immediately spotted the tell tale bulge in my shorts and she seemed to notice my lack of clothes for the first time as well. "My word! He's only wearing his shorts!" she exclaimed, "And he's being a very bad boy!....Thomas, where are your clothes?...And what about that bulge in your shorts young man." I closed my eyes and tried not to listen.. My world had disintegrated long ago, nothing mattered anymore. Darlene answered for me like usual. "I told him to wrestle in his shorts Mrs. Morgan....I'm in my bikini....It only seemed fair." Darlene stopped talking, seemed distracted for a second, and inquired, "What bulge Mrs. Morgan?" "Do you know the facts of life, Darlene." Darlene rolled her eyes and answered, "Ingrid, Please! I'm fourteen years old...Of course I know the facts of life." My mom smiled at her and said, "That's good dear, I think Tommy's very happy to be between your legs!" "I know, boys can't help themselves, can they, Mrs. Morgan." "Good boys can! I think I'm going to have to spank Tommy. His behavior is not acceptable," she stated emphatically. Hell, it wasn't my fault. Darlene's big beautiful thighs had been around my head for the last hour. I just couldn't help myself. "Please Mrs. Morgan..can I do it?" Darlene said excitedly. "I suppose so Darlene. It's probably time you learned the proper way to discipline a man. I used to do it to Tommy's father all the time." I was shamed and stunned into silence. Darlene was going to spank me while my mother watched. I couldn't believe it. From somewhere, I found a hidden reserve of energy and started to struggle again. Darlene hardly noticed my strugles as she grabbed me, put me in a hammerlock, and started walking me towards my mom. My mom yelled, "Watch out Darlene!..He's trying to get away!" Darlene answered her like my struggles were of no consequence. "I know Mrs. Morgan. I have him. He can't get away." I struggled, but Darlene had her left arm around my neck and my right arm was bent behind my back while she walked me towards my mother. I couldn't get free, and I knew it was about to get far worse. Darlene sat on the sofa next to my mom and pulled me across her lap. I continued to struggle, but Darlene effortlessly handled me. When my mom saw I was not capable of defending myself, she started to give Darlene instructions on how to administer my spanking. "Put him over your left thigh, Darlene..that's it. Now squeeze him tightly between your legs, keep as much contact with him as possible, it will heighten his shame...Good!....Keep his hands out of the way." Darlene grabbed both of my wrists with just one of her hands and moved them out of the way. Even though it was two hands against one I couldn't break her grip. "Excellent!" My mother exclaimed. "It makes them feel so helpless and vulnerable when they can't control anything." I couldn't believe my mom was instructing Darlene on how to spank me. I felt like I was an object and three years old. My mom continued on with the lesson. I could tell Darlene was taking everything in. "When you get older, Darlene, always pull their shorts down and spank them bare bottom, and make sure that his manhood is squeezed up against one of your naked thighs. It will heighten your pleasure and increase their confusion and shame." I could see Darlene shaking her head like she was making mental notes. Then my mom quickly added, "But leave Tommy's shorts up this time." Darlene nodded and said with a hint of disappointment in her voice, "OK, Mrs. Morgan." But Darlene made a mental note that Tommy's shorts were coming down the next time she spanked him. Finally, my mother instructed her prot'g', "Make sure Darlene that you spank him soundly. My son must understand that his behavior won't be tolerated." Darlene's hand descended and I felt the first loud CRACK! WOW! She could hit hard. My underwear didn't seem to afford me much protection. The blows descended slowly at first then they started to come at a faster and faster pace. CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! I couldn't believe how hard she could hit. I was beginning to squirm from her onslaught, but her legs held my lower body secure while her one hand had my wrists immobilized. I had no choice but to endure the hiding she was giving me. CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! The pain became too much to bare, I soon found myself imploring her to stop. "Pleeeease, Darlene, it hurts...Stoppppp!" CRAACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! Darlene looked over at my mom, but I got no help there. "Keep going Darlene....All men need to understand that we women must be obeyed and the price for improper conduct will be high." CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! The pain was unbearable. I heard myself begging, "Pleeeease!...stop! I'm sorry...I'll listen..Anything you say!...Pleeeease!....I'm sorry!...Oh God, stop! But the spanking continued. CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! Through the pain I could hear my mom say, "Good Darlene, very good! I think he'll watch his manners from now on." CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! I was sobbing openly now. This fourteen year old girl had reduced me to tears in front of my mother. I wanted to run a way and never look my mom in the face again. CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! Finally, my mom signaled Darlene to stop, and mercifully my spanking came to an end. I couldn't help myself I had been reduced to tears and was sobbing loudly for both women to hear. My mom had a few more instructions for Darlene. "Now Darlene place him on your lap and tell him why it was necessary for you to correct his behavior!" "Tommy, you were a very bad boy! That little willy of yours should always behave itself and never, never try to get a young girls attention. Unless of course, she says it's OK." "That's very good, Darlene. You're a born disciplinarian," my mother said with laughter in her voice. I listened again to what I had done wrong. I almost said that guy down there has a mind of his own, but I didn't think that would really have made a difference. Besides, It was already too late. I had already been spanked. After my chastisement, my mom gave her some more instructions, "Now comfort him Darlene..He'll say he's sorry and beg your forgiveness....They all do." While I sat on Darlene's lap, she started to rock me and comfort me. I leaned my head on Darlene's shoulder and my sobs momentarily became a little louder, but I did start to feel better. Then Darlene started to hum a little lullaby. I started to feel at peace. In spite of what I had just heard my mom tell Darlene, I found myself saying, "I'm sorry Darlene..I'll be good!...I won't ever be nasty again...I promise." I couldn't stop what I was saying, the words just gushed out. Darlene continued to rock me, but she exclaimed happily to my mother, "OH! Mrs. Morgan....You're so right..Thank you for showing me the proper way to discipline a bad little boy. Tommy's so perfect for me." "That's OK dear!...I know Tommy's perfect for you....I felt the same way about his dad," my mother told a contented but very excited Darlene. I couldn't believe my ears, but Darlene's gentle rocking and singing was definitely having it's effect. I felt much better and I closed my eyes and the women's words faded into the background. Darlene continued to rock me and hum a little tune. I think I may have fallen asleep. Darlene must have carried me over to the mat because sometime later when I awoke, I found myself between her legs once again. This time she had my waist between her mighty thighs. I looked for my mom, but she was nowhere in sight. It must have been five minutes or so before my mom returned with a tray of pizzas and some soft drinks. Darlene ate while she scissored my middle. Every now and then, she would give me a bite of her pizza or a sip of her pop. I complained to my mom, but that was a useless endeavor. After dinner, Darlene put me into a number of holds as my mother looked on. She would offer Darlene tips on making the hold tighter or more painful. To my surprise, my mom's comments actually did worsen my condition in each hold. I wondered where my mom got her wrestling savvy from. As I suffered, usually between Darlene's energetic legs, I wondered if my dad had suffered a similar fate at mom's hands. I was fairly certain he must have. My ordeal went on for another hour or two, I'm not sure exactly how long. I lost track of time. I couldn't fight back either. My energy had been sapped long ago. Eventually, I was reduced to a lump of clay. Darlene had to move my body around to put me in other various holds. All I could do, by this time, was moan periodically and occasionally beg for my release. Finally, my mom said, "I think he's had enough, Darlene." "Awww! Just a few more minutes, Mrs. Morgan," a saddened Darlene exclaimed. My mom was firm though, "It's getting late! And he really looks like he's had enough. Besides, you can play with him all day tomorrow." Darlene answered reluctantly, "OK, Mrs Morgan. Do you want me to carry Tommy up to his room?" My mom looked me over, while I laid moaning softly on the mats. "I think that would be best, Darlene. It doesn't look like he can make it under his own power." Darlene scooped me up in her powerful teenage arms an followed my mom up the steps to my room. I was too exhausted to complain and the shame from this evening's events kept me very quiet. Darlene laid me gently on the bed while my mom momentarily left the room. She bent over and kissed my lips. The kiss must have lasted a good twenty seconds. When she finally released my imprisoned lips, she said happily, "You belong to me now...Don't you ever forget that or I'll tan your hide but good." I looked up at her smiling face. I knew she could easily carry out her threat. I lowered my head and nodded. She added in almost a whisper, "I can do anything I want with you, mister ...And you can't stop me...So you better be good!" Then she added in a sing song voice almost as an afterthought, "We're going to have so much fun tomorrow." I looked back up at her. I must have had a terrified expression on my face because she started to giggle. As I stared at her, I knew my life had changed..maybe, forever. My mom walked back into the room and she went over and pulled out a fresh pair of pajamas from the dresser. The two women worked in concert dressing me. I didn't say anything. I was too busy thinking about Darlene's last words. Both women eventually kissed me on the cheek and left me in the darkened room. I quickly fell into a deep sleep and my dreams were dominated by Darlene. Occasionally, Melissa would find her way there as well. -------------------------------------- Chapter 2 Visiting the McGraths Morning came much too quickly. As I laid in bed, I was hoping that it was all just a dream, but to my chagrin the previous day had actually happened. As I recalled the previous day with horror and shame, my mom intruded telling me to dress because Darlene would be over to collect me in fifteen minutes. I spent the next five minutes trying to change my mom's mind, to no avail. Finally, my mom said angrily, "You better change, Thomas..Or I'll have Darlene do it for you." I wearily got out of bed and reluctantly changed. As I dressed into a pair of jeans and a T-shirt, I noticed my mom had packed me a small suitcase. I wondered why? I was just going next door. I angrily grabbed the suitcase and went downstairs to wait for my jailer to appear. Darlene was right on time and all smiles. I gave her a forced smile and thought that the first chance I got, I was going to leave. I was almost twenty for God's sake. I needed some time to myself to think things through. If I had to, I was ready to leave home for good. I said my good-bye's to my mom in the usual manner. She picked me up off the ground under my armpits and just held me there staring at me with a big smile on her face. I could hear Darlene snickering as she looked on. Finally, she kissed me on the top of my forehead and placed me back down on the floor. As soon as I was down, Darlene came over and grabbed my left wrist in her right hand in a very firm grip. I didn't try to free myself, but I doubted that I could wrestle my arm free if I tried. My mom directed her final comments to Darlene. "Take good care of him...He's very precious." "I know, Ingrid...I will." Then Darlene waved good-bye and headed out the door with me in tow. As she did so, she tightened her grip on my hand till it hurt. As we crossed my yard into hers, I yelped, "Ease up a little..it hurts, Darlene!" She smiled over at me and said, "I have a few surprises for you, Tommy." I couldn't help but wonder what they were as she eased up slightly on her grip. As soon as we entered the McGrath's house, Darlene yelled out, "Mom! I'm home and I have him. I'll be upstairs for a few minutes." I didn't see Mrs. McGrath but I heard her. "OK dear! Breakfast is in fifteen minutes." Darlene guided me up the stairs and right into her room and closed the door. She walked over to the bed and sat down and crossed her legs. She smiled at me as I stood in the middle of the room. She was wearing a yellow halter top and matching short shorts. I couldn't help but admit she did look awesome. Eventually, she patted the bed like she wanted me to come and sit down right next to her. I asked, "Where's my bedroom?" as I found my feet moving to her silent command. "Oh don't worry about that for now. You'll see," she said as I sat down beside her. "I have to get you dressed for breakfast." "Dressed? I am dressed," I said sarcastically. She looked directly into my eyes and stated, "I have something special for you to wear. My mom and Melissa will just love it...And you'll eventually love it too." "I'm not changing, Darlene. These clothes are fine," I stated firmly. She giggled at my remarks, then got up and walked sexily over to her dresser. She swayed her hips as she moved, and said, "We'll see!" as she opened a drawer. My eyes followed her over to the dresser. It was impossible for a boy my age not to follow those swaying hips of hers and those gorgeous legs as well. She had my complete attention as she reached in, pulled something out, and turned around so I could see it. It took sometime for it to register on my brain as I stared at it. It was a large square cloth. What could it be? Slowly it dawned on me. It was a diaper. I yelled, "I'm not wearing that!" and took off towards the door. I never made it. She tackled me in the middle of the room. Like last night, I was simply out gunned and overwhelmed. In a matter of seconds I found myself back on the bed. I fought for every piece of clothing I was wearing. But slowly, I surrendered each piece in turn to her superior force. --------------------------------- Melissa and her mom were already at the table eating when Darlene and I made our entrance into the kitchen. She was carrying me on her right hip. I had on a diaper and plastic panties. My feet were encased in white half socks and I was wearing no shoes. On my head, Darlene had placed a large baby bonnet and I was sucking on a pacifier. I was also wearing a small white T-shirt and a blue bib. I couldn't believe my shame could have been any worse than last night, but Darlene had found a new level for me to experience. We were five minutes late for breakfast. I did fight hard to keep my dignity in Darlene's room, but to no avail. The five minute spanking really softened me up. To my embarrassment, she did pull my shorts down to my knees before the spanking. I even fought a little as she put the baby clothes on me afterwards, but I might as well have been fighting the wind..for all that it mattered. When Melissa turned around and saw us, she almost choked on her bread. I wanted to die when I saw Melissa and heard her snickers. I turned from the scene and buried my head in Darlene's shoulder. Mrs. McGrath was the first to speak. "Doesn't he look darling, Hear let me have the little cutie for a second." Mrs. Mcgrath got up and took me from Darlene. She held me effortlessly in her arms as she commented to her daughters on my attire. All the while, Melissa had been laughing. Mrs. McGrath looked in her older daughters direction and scolded her, "Don't laugh, Melissa. He looks simply darling...Your embarrassing the little fellow." Then she turned to Darlene and said, "Go get your father's high chair..It's still in the basement." Darlene nodded and took off for the basement. In another minute or two I found myself in a high chair sitting at the McGrath table, the center of attention. I couldn't believe I fit in the oversized high chair perfectly, but I did hear Mrs. McGrath say it was her husbands. That brought up all sorts of pictures in my mind. Every so often, Darlene would cut some of her food up into little bits and feed it to me. After I was done with my food, Mrs. McGrath filled a baby bottle full of orange juice and I had to suck on it as the girls talked and laughed at the table. Eventually, Mrs. McGrath wanted to know what Darlene had planned for me today. "I thought we could spend the day around Tommy's pool, " Darlene answered. "That's fine dear, but don't be too rough with him....Sometimes you don't know your own strength, dear. And make sure he's in a bathing suit. I don't want the neighbors talking." "OK mom! I'll be careful," she shot back. Then her mom looked at Melissa and said, "Why don't you go with them, dear. You've been wanting to swim in the Morgan's pool ever since we moved here." Melissa looked at me, smiled, then tried to hold back her laughter once more..not too successfully I may add, but she did manage to nod in agreement. Darlene looked at her sister and said reluctantly, "Sis, you can come..Just remember Tommy belongs to me." Melissa composed herself, looked deeply into my eyes, and shook her head in agreement with Darlene's comments. All the while, she still had that enigmatic smile on her face. I wasn't sure I believed her. I looked over at Darlene and she was wearing a scowl. I don't think Darlene believed her either. Mrs. McGrath looked at her watch, quickly got up, and stated to no one in particular, "I'm late! I'll see you two after work." Then she tweaked my cheek and added, "And I'll see you too cutie-pie!" I lowered my head and didn't respond. Mrs. McGrath grabbed her purse, but managed to say before she walked out the door, "I'll stop and get Tommy some baby food after work. Then she looked at me for a long while, smiled, and said contentedly, "It's good to have a man around the house again." Then she was gone. It soon was Melissa's turn to leave. As she got up from the table, she turned to Darlene and said, I'll see you over at the pool about eleven. Then she looked to me and issued her kid sister a warning. "Be careful with him! OK!" Darlene didn't respond and Melissa turned and left. Darlene stuck her tongue out at her sister's retreating figure and when she was gone, she turned her attention back to me. She freed me from the high chair and placed me on her hip again. As she started to walk carrying me back to her room, she said, "Come on babykins, I better check that diaper of yours and I have to get you all cleaned up before we go swimming." I told her I was clean and that I took a shower this morning. It didn't matter, all she said was, "Babykins mustn't talk...You're my little baby today...Say Goo-Goo!" I looked into her eyes. I saw no pity there. I didn't want another spanking. At that moment, total helplessness overcame me. As she walked back to her room, I heard myself saying, "Goo-Goo! As we walked back into her room, she said in a sweet voice, "Such a good little babykins!" and kissed me on the cheek. Then as she closed the door, she commanded me once more, "Now say...MOMMY!" As the door closed and she locked it, "I heard myself saying, "MOMMY!" Darlene, carried me over to the bed and gently laid me down as she checked my diaper. I thought she spent more time than she needed too rummaging around inside, but I kept those thoughts to myself. Almost immediately, I found myself reacting to her ministrations...I couldn't help it. She was very beautiful. Darlene laughed at my lack of self control, but she seemed pleased as well. The next order of business was my bath. She carried me into her bathroom where she took off all my baby clothes. I couldn't believe I just stood there and let her undress me. It heightened my shame to know she had complete control over me. Deep down, I knew I was much weaker than this beautiful fourteen year old girl. I was almost six years older than her, but she was totally in charge. It made me feel helpless as a baby. I guess she had chosen my outfit well. My only hope was to escape, but so far Darlene hadn't let me out of her sight. As she undressed me, I planned my escape. I would run the first chance I got. Somehow, I had to get to my room where I had some cash stashed away. I wasn't sure where I would go, but I didn't care. I had to get away from these women before they changed me into something I didn't want to be. I had my own plans for my life. I wasn't going to be a fourteen year old girl's plaything. I was still a man. Darlene had already started the water and sprinkled in half a box of bubble bath. As she undressed me, I looked around her bathroom. It was a large bath for not being the master bedroom. Her tub had a huge wooden lip around it. I would find out one of it's uses in a matter of moments. Along the back of the tub, she had placed a lot of feminine hygiene articles, some wash clothes, and a bottle of hair shampoo and a container of liquid soap. After my clothes were history and the tub was filled, Darlene quickly undressed. She took my hand and led me into the tub of bubble bath. She sat on the lip and made me stand between her legs. Almost immediately she proceeded to rub the bubbles all over my body with her hand. Her soft hand and the bubbles sent little shivers of pleasure all up and down my body. It felt so unbelievably good. For a second I closed my eyes and sighed. Darlene caught my look of ecstasy and sang out, "So babykins likes his bath. I thought you might. I couldn't help myself as she continued to rub her hand all over my body, I heard my self say, "YESSSSSS!" Darlene giggled and continued to rub and rub and rub. My next reaction was even more obvious. I just couldn't help myself, my dick got as hard as a rock. Darlene giggled when my boner rose. It was the next target of her soapy hand. The moment she started to rub in the soap I thought I would explode, it felt so deliriously good. I felt myself get dizzy as she continued to rub and rub and rub. I couldn't hold back any longer, in a matter of moments I was about to have an accident. When all of a sudden, she grabbed my penis, at it's base, and squeezed. Pleasure turned to momentary pain, but Darlene got the desired reaction from me. She had stopped my orgasm. I thought sadly she even had control of that too. Darlene giggled and finally went on to other areas of my body. She must have soaped and lathered me for a good ten minutes, but she didn't rinse the lather off. I was covered in soapy lather from my face to where my knees entered the water. I must have really looked a sight. Finally, she told me to kneel in front of her. When I did, she gathered in my head between her beautiful thighs imprisoning it once more. Moments later she locked her ankles behind me. I was in another beautiful leg prison just inches from her naked bush. I was so close, I could smell her aroma. She reached for the bottle of shampoo and started to work the soap into my hair. Her gentle massage sent little tingling sensations down my back and throughout my entire body. It was so pleasurable I let out a little sigh which brought a pleased little laugh from Darlene. When she had my hair covered in soap, just like most of the rest of my body, she grabbed my head between her hands and made me look up at her angelic youthful teenage face. I stared up at my teenage conqueror as she stared back down at her little toy. I felt so utterly helpless and controlled by her, but at the same time, it felt so right, somehow. A strange thought came into my mind just then. I thought she was born to rule and I was born to be ruled. The thought didn't linger. In the next moment or two she started to squeeze my head with her lovely thighs. I felt instant pain. As she squeezed, she started to talk, "Listen little one...You belong to me utterly and completely. I control your body and soon I'll control your mind..So don't fight me..You can't possibly win." I looked up at her pitifully, and she was generous at the moment. Instantly, I felt the pressure on my head ease. My expression changed again. It went from one of pity to one of gratitude. She grabbed my head once again with her hands and redirected my gaze up. I listened as she started to talk once again. "These legs of mine rule you. Never forget that." How could I..I wondered. "Obey me and we can have a lot of fun together..But if you disobey me.." She squeezed my head very hard once again. I yelped. I got her message. As I looked at her young perky teenage face with her cute double ponytail hairdo, I couldn't believe this very young girl could be so impossibly strong. "I'll...I'll listen," I stammered. "Good-boy! Now kiss your conqueror." She didn't wait for an answer, she shoved my face right into her bush, and I kissed and kissed and kissed. After the pussy worship, she stood and picked me up. I had my legs around her middle as I faced her. Her hands were under my butt for support. I was soapy so I put my arms around her neck which brought a look of pleasure from her. My face was inches from hers. In the next moment we kissed. It's hard to describe my emotions at that moment. I felt so safe, so loved, so utterly Darlene's. I was beginning to lose myself to her, but it didn't seem all that bad at the moment. After our kiss, she moved our bodies into the spray and let the water rinse off my body and hers. We must have stayed in the spray for a good five minutes. I didn't mind. After awhile, she rinsed all the remaining soap from my hair and body with her hand. I was beginning to wonder how I would ever take a shower alone again. The next thing she said took my breath away. "I washed you, now it's time for you to wash me!...Would you like that?" "OH YESSSSSS!" I uttered. Ten minutes later she was drying my body off with a large bath towel. I was standing on the toilet while she worked. She was in a playful mood so she was being a little rough while she dried off my body. Every now and then she would get me to say something like, "Darlene..Please!....Your too rough!" She would giggle out loud, but she would be a little gentler for awhile, but eventually she would get playful again. When I was dry, I got to towel her off too. Not a bad deal at all. Finally, she gathered me up in her arms like a little baby and walked into her bedroom. I was still wrapped snugly in the towel. She sat on a rocker and I sat on her lap still wrapped up in the towel. She began to rock and hum a lullaby. I felt so secure and at peace. Soon my eyes got heavy and I think I dozed off. She looked down at his peaceful sleeping face. He was just too perfect for her. He was everything she wanted in a man, cute, kind, humble, and deliciously weak. Yes, he would be hers for ever and ever. She couldn't wait till she turned sixteen and then they would get married. By then he would be perfectly trained. She thought about his going away to college. He would just have to transfer to a college in town she thought. She bent down and kissed his forehead. He stirred a little but didn't wake. She smiled and started to hum a little lullaby once again. While she rocked him, she leaned back, closed her own eyes, and thought how she could possess him even more. Maybe, I should eat him. She laughed at her little joke and fell off to sleep herself. We were about a half an hour late in joining Melissa by the pool. Darlene dressed herself and me in record time. She was wearing that hot pink bikini again and I was allowed to wear my old bathing suit. I was even allowed to walk to my pool. That was good, I didn't want any of the neighbors to see my predicament. We spent a lazy couple of hours by the pool sunning ourselves before the afternoon turned very interesting. I was putting some sun tan lotion on Darlene's back and thighs when several of my friends and their buddies walked into the yard. Tony one of my friends, since grade school, saw the girls and yelled, "Home just a couple of days and you already have a couple of babes stashed. That's my buddy Tom, always keeping the babes to himself." Darlene got up and surveyed the motley crew that invaded her privacy. Before she could say anything, Melissa answered Tony, "We're not babes! And this is a private party. I think you better leave." There were five of them. There was Tony and Andy and his brother Chip. Those were three of my closest friends. Tony and Andy were my age and Chip was a year older. All were taller than me and a bit heavier as well. Chip was a little taller than Melissa and weighed almost two hundred pounds. The other two I didn't know and must have been friends of Chips. They looked around his age as well and were solidly built. After Melissa's comment Tony turned to me and said, "Hey Tom! Aren't you going to invite us to your party? We haven't skinny dipped in quite awhile." Darlene stood up, put her hands on her hips, and said in an angry tone of voice, "You wimps had better leave right now, if you know what's good for you." The guys in unison Yelled out, "UHHHHH!" Tony looked Darlene up and down then yelled, "Hey Tom! How much you getting for baby-sitting that one?" If he only knew the truth I thought. Tony's comments only made Darlene angrier. She struck a very aggressive pose. I thought she looked like a cobra ready to strike. I saw Melissa get up and move towards her sister. She was surveying the guys like she was deciding who would be the toughest of the group. I didn't like how this was going down. I tried to defuse the situation. "Ah..Tony..would you mind leaving." I looked at the girls then back at Tony. "The girls are a bit shy and friends of mine. I'll..ah..call you in a couple of days." One of Chip's friends, who I later found out was named Biff, answered sarcastically, "Well, we'll break them in for you, Tom. They won't be shy after we get through with them." Darlene offered one more warning, "You better leave now guys or you'll be leaving minus a few teeth!" Some of the guys again said, "UHHHH!" Tony saw the girls weren't going to back down. He quickly said to the group, "Let's leave, this is Tom's yard." But it was already too late. Biff walked up next to Melissa and put his arm around her shoulders. That was a big mistake. She struck like a jungle cat. Melissa grabbed his arm and flipped him, head over heels, onto the grass. Darlene struck at the same moment. She leaped on two of the guys, closest to her, and they tumbled backwards onto the grass as well. Melissa looked like she was half using Martial Arts and half boxing. Chip took a swing at her and she easily ducked his wild punch and kicked the side of his leg so that he lost his balance. She expertly landed a short right to the side of his jaw when he momentarily slipped. He went down like he was pole axed. Biff yelled to Tony to help as he watched dumbfounded a short distance away. The fight had quickly taken a turn for the worst for the guys. Melissa quickly moved back to Biff and landed a series of blows with the sides of her feet to his face. It had an immediate effect slowing him down, and I could see the surprise register on his face. She didn't give him a moment's rest either. She pressed the attack dancing around him like a ballerina landing blow after blow with her fists as well. It looked, to me, like he was fighting her in slow motion. He continued to swing at her wildly missing every shot. While she continued to land solid blows with both her talented feet and unrelenting fists. In a matter of moments, he could barely stand. He looked groggy as hell, and he was absorbing all the punishment. I didn't see him land one punch the whole time. Finally, she lashed out with her foot again. His face was battered from side to side as she pummeled him. I thought it looked like one of those fake martial arts movies on TV, but this was really happening. Finally, she poised her foot inches from his face and snapped it at his jaw like a whip. I heard the crack, I didn't see her foot move. It was just too lightening quick. Chip was knocked back, but amazingly stayed on his feet. As I watched, I thought it would have been much better for him if he didn't have such a hard head. While Tony watched the slaughter, he finally got up his nerve. He screamed and charged like a bull right at Melissa. That was a big mistake too. I looked over at Darlene, she was dishing out punishment as well. She had kicked Andy in the balls doubling him over and temporarily taking him out of action. While he was bent over, he watched helplessly while Darlene sat on Stew's shoulders and pummeled his face with her fists. I found out later Stew was Biff's older brother. He was almost twenty four. Back at the other fight, if you could call it that, Melissa had taken Biff down with a perfect 180 degree kick to the jaw. He went down and out for the duration. Tony had made up his mind a bit too late and his charge was a split second slow. She turned and landed a hay maker right to his jaw as he drew near. He tumbled over backwards and landed flat on his back. Melissa turned to me and did a little curtsey and took a long deep sexy yawn and ran her hands through her hair. She looked at me as if she was bored and the fight was taking no effort on her part at all. Then she started a slow sexy walk over to Chip, who was on his knees, shaking his head trying to recover. I looked on in total fascination. I was getting excited watching the girls take apart my friends. I looked down and saw that I had slipped my hand into my swim trunks and was massaging my now erect penis. The other fight was going just as poorly for the guys. The three combatants were on the ground and Darlene had Stew in a neck scissors and he was clawing at her legs trying to get out. At the same time, she had Andy in a choke hold. Her left arm was around his neck and she casually held him while he clawed at her arm. Both men's bodies were lying at a ninety degree angle from each other and she had their heads close together as she toyed with them. Stew looked almost out as she tweaked his cheek with her free hand and made sad little expressions with her face at his pathetic efforts. Andy was moaning when she moved her hand over to him and tweaked his cheek and patted it playfully as well. Darlene turned towards me and called me over. I walked over and saw the humiliation on the two men's faces. I felt so sorry for them. I had been their myself I remembered. Darlene had a few words for me and the defeated men, "See Tommy..you mustn't feel bad. I can beat up a lot bigger guys than you. Although, these two wimps weren't much of a challenge." Then she looked back at the two men and asked, "Right guys!" All she got were more moans from them. Presently, she started to talk to them more seriously. "OK tough guys...Listen up...Tommy belongs to me. You can visit him when and if I say so....Do you understand?" She squeezed them to emphasize her point and got immediate responses from them. "Yes!..Yes!...we understand," they blurted out. "Good!...Now apologize for saying Tommy was baby-sitting me," she commanded. While I listened to the apologies, I looked over at the other fight. I was surprised to see it was still going on. I watched as Melissa executed a gymnastics maneuver and cart wheeled and caught Tony's neck between her calves. She held him like that for a few seconds as he tried to pry her legs open to no avail. Finally, she effortlessly flipped him over her body to the ground. I noticed Chip was awake, moaning, and trying to crawl away. He wasn't making very fast progress. Melissa would look at him from time to time to see how he was doing. Then she would turn her attention back to Tony who she was throwing all over the yard. Biff was still sprawled out on the grass out cold. I could tell she was just toying with the two conscious guys. I knew she could have ended the lopsided contest anytime she wanted. I turned back to Darlene who was still getting apologies from Stew and Andy. I felt ashamed for not trying to break up the fight, but it was too late now. All of a sudden, I got an urge to run and run I did. I took off for the house in a sprint. My heart was racing a mile a minute when I heard Darlene yell out, "Thomas! If you know what's good for you...You'll get your ass back here this instant!" I could still hear her yelling as I made the house and bounded up the stairs to my room. I grabbed my money pouch from a drawer and gathered up a pair of jeans, some shoes, and a shirt. I estimated it took all of about thirty seconds. I carried my clothes in my hands, I would dress later when I was safe. At least, that was my plan. When I hit the stairs again, there she was waiting patiently at the bottom of the steps for me. She was in a very casual pose leaning her hand on one of the walls and looking up at me with a big grin on her face. "Going somewhere?" she casually asked. "And you didn't invite me." She shook her head and made a tsk-tsk sound with her tongue. I didn't reply, I turned and took off for my room and the open window. I could hear her bounding up the steps after me. My heart must have been going a mile a minute. I actually made it half way out the window before she pulled me back. She wrestled me to the carpet and sat on my shoulders. I was pinned and helpless in a matter of seconds. She shook her head and made that tsk-tsk sound again. For some reason, she didn't seem to be too angry. I was thankful for that. She tweaked my cheek and said forcefully, "Bad-boy!...Bad-boy! Remind me to spank you later." I dreaded another spanking and I had to remind her to do it. I couldn't believe my ears. She glanced over at my hand and saw the pouch. "What's this?" she asked inquisitively. "Nothing," I blurted out. She grabbed the pouch from my hand and said, "Nothing huh!" Once the pouch was open her expression changed from inquisitiveness to one of astonishment when she saw all the twenties. She quickly counted it out as she sat on me. I knew the total, there was eight hundred and forty dollars in my stash. After she counted it out, she looked back down at me and shook her head and made that tsk-tsk sound again. "So you were going to run away? Wait till I tell your mom. You're really going to get a tanning for this." After her threat, she smiled down at me and tossed the pouch up in the air and caught it again. "I'll just keep this pouch...Mister!...You've been a very bad-boy!" she added. A few minutes later, Darlene and I walked back out to the pool. She held me by the back of the neck, with one of her hands, as we walked. The brawl by the pool must have been over for some time. Melissa had already tidied up the place. She had dragged all the guys bodies next to each other. All of them were out cold except the one who's face she was sitting on. I think it was Tony. She was busy going through his wallet looking for cash. Every now and then you could hear a moan from him as he was buried under acres of female flesh. There was four other wallets already scattered around the grass. Melissa looked up when she saw us approach and commented, "All these wussies had was fifty seven dollars and some change between them. Hardly worth the effort." Darlene shot back, "I did better! Tommy was going to run away. I found over eight hundred dollars on him." "WOW! Melissa exclaimed. Darlene pointed to a spot near them on the grass with her finger and commanded, "You sit here!...Mister!...And don't you dare move an inch! ..If you know what's good for you." I sat down and watched as the girls finished their business with my unlucky friends. Melissa got a pencil and jotted down all there addresses." Then the girls divvied up the cash as well. Afterwards, Darlene said, "Let's wake these pantywaists and send them packing." The girls got some water from the pool and poured it on the guys. That got them to stir. Slowly and painfully they started to wake up. Most moaned as they returned from unconsciousness. The girls weren't through with them just yet though. As they awoke, the girls placed them in line on their knees. Threats of another pummeling kept the beaten men in line. I could see the fear on all of the guys faces. They looked thoroughly whipped. ...pussy whipped to be more accurate. All of them looked like they had been hit by a truck. Most had black eyes and bloody noses or bloody lips and their where other bruises on their faces as well. When they were all awake and on their knees, Melissa started her little speech, "OK you wussies, listen up. First, place your hands together like you're praying." All the guys looked from one to the other, but grudgingly followed orders. After they all complied Melissa sang out, "GOOD! Now listen up tough guys." I could hear Darlene giggle at that remark. Some of the guys lowered their heads in shame. Melissa continued, "You come in hear and act all tough and get real rowdy, now you have to pay the price." I wondered what price they would have to pay. They had already lost their money and their dignity, not to mention the beating they all took. Melissa showed them her tattered bikini top, "Look! You broke the strap on my bikini top and you broke some of Darlene's nails as well....And she just had them done too." By this time, all the men's heads were bowed in shame. I felt for them as well. Some didn't want to hear anymore. I couldn't blame them. Melissa wanted their complete attention so she took off her bikini top as she talked. All the men's heads instantly shot back up. Her words were direct and to the point. "Don't come back here again, unless we summon you. We have all your addresses, so you better do as we say." She looked at each in turn. As her gaze fell on each, they bowed their heads in shame and supplication. Finally she added, "What do you think your parents would say, if they knew you were fighting with innocent young girls?" I didn't think they were so innocent. Melissa was quiet for a few seconds before she continued on, "Before we let you candy asses leave, we have one more task for you to perform." Darlene walked over to Biff who was the first in line. She bent over and shoved her sexy young teenage ass right into his face and wiggled it. "KISS IT! and say you're sorry!" Melissa commanded. Biff stared at Darlene's ass for a second in astonishment. "KISS IT!" Melissa ordered once more. "Don't make me say it again." Biff kissed one of Darlene's big ass cheeks and mumbled out, "I'm sorry." Darlene took the initiative this time. "Say it louder. Like you really mean it!..Yell it out!" she ordered so the whole neighborhood can hear you. Biff kissed her ass with a loud smacking sound and yelled, "I'M SORRY!" "That's better," Darlene purred. "Now kiss my ass again!.... Nicer!..No!..Make it nicer!...That's better!..And kiss it so that I can hear that you're really enjoying yourself!...Smack those lips!...Good-boy!..Now kiss the other cheek as well!....Ummmmm!.... That's a good-boy!" I lowered my head in shame, I felt so embarrassed for my friends. Each boy in turn had to kiss both girls ass cheeks and say they were sorry. Stew almost refused, but Melissa asked him if he wanted to go a few more rounds. That brought him around quick enough. Finally, the girls were ready to let the beaten and humiliated men go. Melissa said, "OK! You ass kissers, you're free to go...I don't want to see your faces around here again." Melissa grabbed Tony's and Andy's necks before they could flee and said, "The rest of you go. I'm going to take these two Macho men inside and have some fun with them." Biff, Stew, and Chip took off like their lives depended on it. They were soon out of sight. None of them looked back. After they were gone, Melissa started to walk with her new boy toys toward the McGrath house. Before they made much progress Darlene yelled, "Hey sis! Are you sure your safe, alone in the house, with two biggggg stroooong guys like that?" She emphasized big and strong to make the guys feel even more humiliated. Melissa turned back towards her sister and yelled, "Geeze, I don't know, sis?" Then she squeezed a little harder on Tony's and Andy's neck's and asked, "What do you think guys?" Both Tony and Andy looked at her in complete fear and did not answer. The girls laughter could be heard throughout the yard. Finally, Melissa made Tony bend down and she jumped on his back She wound her bikini top around Andy's neck and dragged him along as she ordered Tony to "MUSH!" The caravan slowly moved towards the McGrath house with Melissa in complete control of her two charges. I watched till they were out of sight. I didn't even see Darlene walk over. She gathered me up in her arms and took a running dive into the water. When I finally hit the surface, I was gagging and spitting up water. When I recovered, I found myself repositioned on her body. My legs were around Darlene's waist and her arms were under my butt for support. I placed my hands around her neck in reflex when I realized where she was going. Darlene was slowly walking us out to the deeper end of the pool. My worst fears were realized as we hit shoulder deep water. Before I could beg her not to, or ask her forgiveness, she dunked me under water. I came up spitting more water out of my mouth. Before I could react, I was under water again. This time I was better prepared and came up begging, "Please, Darlene....No more!" "More you say," she said gleefully and dunked me again. I came up begging once more, "Pleassse! Pretty pleasssse!" It didn't work, she dunked me again. This time when I came up, she yelled, "KISS ME!" I kissed her on the cheek. She dunked me again. When I came up, she yelled, "KISS ME BETTER!" I grabbed her neck and kissed her flush on the lips. It was heavenly. Then I started to plant little kisses all over her face. She purred like a kitten as I performed my task. When I stopped, she pretended like she would dunk me again. That immediately brought another round of little kisses from me. I must have kissed her for five minutes straight. Finally, we kissed passionately one last time in the middle of the pool. I gave in to her totally. It felt so safe and wonderful in her arms. When the kiss finally ended, I looked at her shyly and wanted to say something. She looked at me lovingly and asked, "What is it little one?" "Well, today during the fight.." and I hesitated. "Yes..What?" she asked impatiently. "You were magnificent!" I responded in total admiration. She gave out with a hearty laugh and said, "They were no problem. If I wanted too, I could have taken those five candy asses all by myself." She gave me a big smile, hugged me tight, and added, "Melissa and I could have handled four times that number and not even worked up a sweat." I looked at her proudly and said in a cute little voice, "Protect me..always!." She smiled broadly and replied, "I will little one..I will." Then we kissed once more. At that moment, I lost myself forever in Darlene's strong arms as she held me up in the middle of the pool. Afterwards, we must have frolicked in the pool for another hour before she carried me to her house and her bedroom. Before we made it to Darlene's room, we heard some noises emanating from Melissa's room. We stopped by her door and I knocked softly on it. "Come on in!" was Melissa's reply. A most unusual sight greeted us as we opened the door. Melissa was laying on her bed drinking a can of beer. She was completely naked as was Andy and Tony. Tony was between her muscular thighs servicing her young pussy. He must have been doing a good job because Melissa had a dreamy look on her face. Andy was behind her with his face buried in her rump. He was performing the same service for Melissa that Tony was doing. Only he was licking her back door. When Melissa saw us she sang out in a little girls voice, "I was so afraid of what these rough aggressive studs might do to little old helpless me in my room..But it worked out...Didn't it boys!....Please be gentle!...Don't lick me to hard. Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!" As I closed the door, I saw her grab Tony's and Andy's heads and shove them deeper into her nether regions. Her laughter filled the hallway as Darlene carried me to her room. Darlene and I fell asleep on the bed. We must have slept for a couple of hours. We woke up to pounding on the door. It was Melissa and she was asking for help in making supper. Darlene yelled, "I'll be down in ten minutes!" That must have satisfied Melissa because she went away. Darlene quickly dressed putting on a pair of shorts and a T-shirt and then I was put back into my baby attire complete with bonnet. Darlene scooped me up again and stopped at her mirror to admire our reflections for a few moments before she went downstairs. I couldn't believe my own reflection. I looked completely ridiculous in the baby clothes. I glanced over at Darlene through the mirror and wondered if she could really love a man who looked so completely silly. She looked back at me, squeezed me tight, and said, "You look scrumptious. I'll love you always." She said it so tenderly, I was beginning to believe her. At dinner that night, I got two jars of baby food Mrs. McGrath had bought earlier. After dinner, I listened with a bottle of milk stuck in my mouth as the girls told their mother about the fight. I noticed they left out the details about the money they took or the fact that Melissa took two of the boys to her room for some fun and games afterwards. Mrs. McGrath shook her head and said, "I sure hope you didn't rough up those boys too much. I hate talking to the parents afterward. And there was only five of them...That didn't seem fair," she added. The girls were a little embarrassed about taking advantage of only five guys, but they quickly assured their mother the matter was settled, and they had gone extremely easy on the young men. If that was easy, I wondered what the girls would do to someone they didn't like. After the blow by blow description of the fight, all three of them sat on the couch and watched TV. I was passed from girl to girl to woman as the evening progressed. I even took my turn on Mrs. McGrath's lap. I think she really liked me. She kept saying it was so nice to have a man around the house again. For some reason, I wasn't feeling much like a man. During a commercial, Mrs. McGrath and Darlene excused themselves. I was told, I had a big surprise coming as they left the room. I didn't get too excited, the girls surprises weren't what I would call guy oriented. What did excite me though was that I was alone for the first time with Melissa, even if I was dressed up in baby clothes and sitting on her lap. Her first question surprised me. "Do you like Darlene?" "Yes!" I answered. "And what about me?" "I like you very much too," I answered sincerely. Then she grabbed my head and looked straight into my eyes for her next question, "Would you like to be my boyfriend?" I didn't see it coming. Her question hit me like a ton of bricks. I didn't know what to say. Finally, I heard myself saying, "Yes!" She pulled me closer, hugged me tight, and kissed me right on the lips. I was immediately transported to heaven on gossamer wings. When the kiss ended and I came back down to earth, I looked hopelessly into her eyes, but I couldn't say what was on my mind. She looked at me and answered my unvoiced question. "I know. What about Darlene?...Well, you let me handle that." My mind was full of confusions. When I was with Darlene, I liked her best. And when I was with Melissa, I liked her best. Things were sure getting complicated. Melissa stuck the bottle back into my mouth and as I sucked on the milk, I pondered my hopeless situation. Soon after, Mrs. McGrath and Darlene returned and I quickly found myself on Darlene's lap once again. At around eight, Darlene excused herself and said it was getting late and time for me to go bedie-bye and she still needed to give me my bath. The two older women waved bye-bye to me as Darlene carried me up to bed. My bath was a rerun of the last one I received. All in all that wasn't so bad. Then Darlene put me back into my diaper and plastic panties. I asked her a question as she worked, "Could I go to my room now?" She gave out with a hearty laugh and said, "You'll be sleeping in my room." And she pointed to a corner and said, "In that crib." I looked over and couldn't believe my eyes. Their was a large crib in the corner. I didn't remember seeing it earlier. I found out later, that was the surprise the women mentioned. Darlene and her mother had moved it over from the spare bedroom earlier in the evening when they disappeared for a few seconds. I wasn't very surprised to find out that it belonged to her dad. Darlene carried me over and gently placed me in the crib. It had more than enough room for my body. Later, her mom told me her husband was almost exactly my height. Over my head a few shiny stars and planets danced around in the air supported by wires and strings. I had to admit their movement was very relaxing. Darlene kissed my cheek and gave me one of her teddy bears to hold. I was told his name was Horace the bear. I hugged it tight and closed my eyes when nature called. I asked her, "Can I go to the toilet?" She rolled her eyes and said firmly, "Babykins mustn't speak. You have a diaper, use it." I couldn't believe my ears. She wanted me to go in my diaper. I really had to go. It was all that milk they were shoving down my mouth. Reluctantly, I closed my eyes and went. She saw my expression when I was through and said, "I better check baby's diaper." She reached in my diaper and rummaged around for awhile. "Baby's all wet!" she stated in a childlike voice. "Don't cry," she told me, "I'll change my little baby's diaper so he'll be all dry again." She effortlessly lifted me out of the crib and placed me on the bed once again. Darlene, took off my wet diaper and dried me with a wet cloth then a dry one. She cleaned and dried my penis and balls as well. It felt damn good and in a matter of seconds I was as hard as a rock. "Babykins is being a bad boy again!" she exclaimed. I closed my eyes and tried to will it to go down. That didn't work. She kept playing with me, it was just a matter of time. It happened as she was rubbing my shaft with the dry wash cloth. "Bad-babykins she giggled. Now I got to clean you all over again. I was glad I wasn't in for a spanking. She cleaned and dried me again. I thought she better hurry or babykins was going to have another accident. After I was thoroughly dry, she powdered my behind and my front with baby powder. I had to admit it did feel good. As she worked she did remember to tell me she had another big surprise for me tomorrow. I closed my eyes. I wasn't sure I could survive anymore surprises. Finally, she put a fresh diaper on me and a pair of plastic panties as well. In a flash, I found myself back in the crib with Horace. She kissed me and turned off the light and left the room. I stared up at the stars and planets for awhile wondering about my future. Would I have to sleep in a crib for the rest of my life? Slowly, I fell into a deep sleep. Once during the night I felt hands checking my diaper again, but I barely stirred. I quickly fell back to sleep and dreamt about gossamer wings.. ---------------------------------------- Chapter 3 Darlene's Chums I woke up next to Darlene. She must have carried me over during the night. She was sound asleep and she had one of her arm's around me and her legs were tightly wrapped around my legs as well. I could barely move. If I had any thoughts about escape, I had to be damn stealthy. I tried to move her arm. All that accomplished was to make her move in her sleep. The result was that now she held me even tighter in her arms. She was wrapped around me like a python. Slowly very slowly, I tried to move her arm again. To my surprise, I couldn't budge it. I tried with all my might and I still couldn't move it. She was controlling me and she was asleep. That thought brought home to me just how helpless I was in comparison to this awesome teenage girl. I tried once more. This time, she turned over and took me with her. I had no control over my own actions. Now, I found myself on the other side of the bed and this time I was wrapped up in both of her arms. Her legs were wrapped around me as well. I resigned myself to the fact I wasn't going anywhere. I closed my eyes and gave into this supergirl once again. At 7:30 AM her mom yelled up that breakfast would be ready in fifteen minutes. She awoke, stretched her body out in a log slow sensual yawn, smiling at me as she did so, and afterwards just held me for awhile. I was facing away from her and she playfully kissed my neck and giggled. Afterwards, I could feel her tighten her grip slightly and I think she closed her eyes for forty winks. I was fairly certain that she was hugging me like a young girl might hug a teddy bear, but hug or no hug, it took my breath away. I was just about to complain when she asked me, "Who do you belong too?" I don't know why I said what I did, but I blurted out, "I'm my own boss!" Darlene giggled and replied, "OH! Really!" In the next instant, her hug tightened. I felt the effects immediately. It was hard to breath and the pressure from her arms made my eyes bug out. I could barely get out the words, "Darlene!....Please!....You're killing me!" She giggled again, but didn't let up on her crushing embrace. She repeated the words emphatically and in a sing song fashion , "Who do you belong too?" This time I didn't hesitate and I moaned out, "Youuuu!....I belong to you!" "That's a good boy!" she said happily giving me one tremendous squeeze to emphasize her point before she let up. I found myself gasping for breath as she repositioned me. This time I was wrapped up in her arms and legs, and I was facing her. She looked straight into my eyes and added with a serious look and a deadly calm voice, "That's right, Tommy!.....My little man!....Never forget that fact!....And I won't have to get so rough with you." As I looked into her sparkling blue eyes, I knew she held my life in her hands. She quiet literally could do anything she wanted with me, and there wasn't a damn thing I could do about it. She watched me intently for a few seconds, and her expression changed once again. She must have liked what she saw. A big smile lit up her face and she kissed me full and passionately on the lips. It wouldn't have been so bad if she didn't start to hug me so forcefully again. For the next ten minutes, she played with my overmatched body in bed. I wasn't much more than a rag doll as she tossed me here and there in her play. After we got up, she must have noticed the time because she changed very quickly. Darlene put on a halter top and some cut off jeans. I had to admit she looked rather breathtaking. After she was dressed, she checked my diaper and put that big baby bonnet on my head again. Before we headed downstairs, she stuck a pacifier in my mouth and she made one last trip to her mirror to see how we looked. As usual, I was riding her hip. I felt totally ridiculous as I looked at our reflections in the mirror. Breakfast went much as it did yesterday. I had to sit in the highchair and eat baby food as the women talked. I did find out that Melissa was going out for the day and Mrs. McGrath would be home very late from work. That meant I would be home all day with Darlene...alone. I wondered what she had in store for me. I didn't think it could get any worse than yesterday....Boy, was I wrong! After breakfast, I was told four of her friends were coming over to spend the day with us, but first she needed to work out, and I would be helping her during her workout. I wasn't sure what that meant, but I was sure I was going to find out. Darlene quickly changed into a very sexy looking tight fitting spandex workout suit. It looked like it was molded to her body. Some workout suit I thought. At least, I was allowed to wear my own shorts and T-shirt. It was a big improvement from what I was forced to wear for most of the last two days. We walked hand in hand down the basement steps. If you can call it that. I was secured as surely as if I was wearing handcuffs. I wasn't surprised to see a load of workout equipment down there as well, and mats scattered all about. I thought that the McGrath's basement was a carbon copy of what my mom had done to our basement. As I scanned the basement, Darlene walked right over to barbell lying in the center of the floor and motioned me over with her finger. "Can you pick that up?" she inquired with a hint of sarcasm in her voice. I looked at the attached weights and did some mental calculations. It had to weigh two hundred pounds and I didn't know what the bar weighed. I looked at her and shook my head no. She laughed and said, "Try!" I'm not sure why I bent down and tried. I knew I couldn't lift it. I could barely budge it with my best effort. Darlene shook her head from side to side like she was disgusted with me. Then she came over and picked me up and carried me over to a small bench. After she put me down, she informed me, "You can't help me with this part, so just watch....OK, Hercules!" I nodded in agreement. What choice did I have? For the next half hour, I watched her workout with all the weights. I wasn't really surprised when she lifted the weight, that I couldn't budge, with ease. After awhile, I really started to enjoy watching her powerful body in action and all her awesome muscles at work I wondered how a fourteen year old girl could get so incredibly strong? I really didn't think my strength was below average...Well, maybe just a little bit. Finally, she came over and motioned for me to lay on the bench. I followed orders immediately. It just wasn't wise to anger her in any way. My behind was just beginning to feel better. What happened next blew my mind. She sat down right on my chest and started to work with two of the dumb bells..three if you count me. I looked up through her legs as she continued her workout. I don't know why, but for some reason I didn't mind my position. Every so often, she would look down at me and smile and I would smile back. Every few minutes, she would change her position on my body. It made me feel so weak and helpless as I watched her work out. But at the same time, I felt so safe....so totally Darlene's. When she sat on my chest, she would tweak my nose and ask, "Who do you belong too?" I would answer immediately, "You!" That always brought a smile to her face, when I could see her face. Usually, my face was buried in acres of hot sweaty feminine teenage ass. All in all, it wasn't so bad. After the workout, I got another bath. I was beginning to really enjoy them as well. The girls would be over at eleven so the bath was a rush job. I was spun, soaped, rinsed, and dried in record time. I sat on the bed as Darlene dressed. Her choice of outfits really took my breath away. She dressed in her junior high cheerleaders uniform complete with pompoms. Finally, she said my outfit was a surprise too. She reached in her closet and pulled out another cheerleaders uniform. It took a few seconds for her choice to register on my brain, but shortly after I heard myself saying, "I'm not wearing that in front of your girlfriends." Darlene shook her head and rolled her eyes before she said, "Silly boy! And how are you going to stop me?" I looked at her then at the bedroom door. My mind did a mental calculation. Could I make it? In the next instant, I was moving. I didn't make it, of course. Ten minutes later the door bell rang. Darlene carried me downstairs and put me in the bathroom. I guess she wanted to make an entrance with me. She said I looked stunning in the cheerleaders outfit. I was more than a little embarrassed. I wasn't allowed to wear any shorts or panties underneath. All these young girls would see my manhood if we did any cheers, and I was sure we would be doing something of the sort. Soon after, I heard a bunch of giggling girls in the living room. My shame and embarrassment and total emasculation was about to hit a new level. It must have been ten minutes before she came and got me. I really didn't think she would forget. I wasn't surprised when she swept me off my feet and carried me into the living room on her hip, and the waiting girls. We entered to "UHHHS!" and "AHHHHS!" I noticed, the girls were wearing the same identical costumes. They sure looked a lot better in theirs than I did in mine. I was introduced to the girls as Darlene paraded me around the room. She said with a big smile on her face, "This is my boyfriend, Tommy Morgan. He belongs to me. Isn't he just the cutest little thing you ever saw!" The girls hooted and clapped as Darlene continued on with the parade. Every so often, she would stop and pose or swing me in her arms from side to side. I felt totally helpless and more like a little kid than a twenty year old. I realized some where along the line, as I looked at the young girl's smiling faces, that I had lost control of my own destiny. Darlene continued the spectacle for the girls amusement for quite some time. The girls watched the show with a mixture of smiles and curiosity. Darlene would change my position every so often. At the moment, she was walking around the room with me lying across her shoulders. My weight didn't seem to phase her in the slightest. One of the girls, Kathy, who I would later find out was Darlene's best friend, was the first to ask a question. "How old is he, Darlene?" Darlene sang out as she spun me round and round in the middle of the room, "He's almost twenty and he's a college man." I could hear some of the girls giggling as my outfit rode up and my ass and balls sailed into their view. One girl shouted, "Look he's not wearing any shorts!" A murmur went through the small crowd of girls as they realized I was naked underneath the cheerleader's outfit. I heard one girl say, "Oh my god!" As my privates sailed right into her view. She immediately broke out into laughter. As I was spun round and round, Darlene told the girls in a matter of fact manner, "Later, I'll show you girls what he's got. Would you like that?" she asked. "Yayyy!" All the girls shouted out. Then most of them started giggling again. "He doesn't look big enough to be twenty," another girl said hesitantly. "He is too!" Darlene shot back. "He's five foot six and he weighs 130 pounds. If you don't believe me, I'll show you his driver's license." That quieted the other girl, but she did have one other question. "He doesn't appear to be very strong for an older boy?" "Well, he doesn't have to be. I'm going to take care of him and protect him from now on," Darlene informed the group. Then as an after thought she added, "Do you girls want to get introduced or not." All the girls yelled, "YES!" and gathered around us. While she held me in her arms, she introduced the girls one by one. "This is Kathy. She's my best friend," Darlene informed me laying a big smile on me at the same time. She turned back towards Kathy and then gave me her statistics, "She's fifteen and she's already six foot two." I looked up at her smiling face. She was indeed another tall blond beauty. Darlene continued her introductions, "And this is Melanie, she's fourteen just like me and she's on the girl's basketball team." I smiled up at Melanie as Darlene continued, "Melanie's the tallest of our group, she's a little over six foot three." I was gazing into a sea of freckles. Melanie was a very cute red head. Darlene moved on to another girl and said, "This is Stacie. She's only five foot one, but we like her anyway." Al the girls laughed. Stacie said to me in a hopeful tone of voice, "I'm still hoping to hit a growth spurt." She did look small in comparison to the other girls. I was just glad I wasn't the smallest and weakest person in the room. Stacie was a brunet and another beauty. All the girls were extremely beautiful. I thought they could all be models someday..if they wanted. Finally, Darlene introduced Melanie's sister. "And last, but not least is Hollie," she informed me. "She's twelve, but she's already five foot nine." "I'm going to be bigger than Melanie," Stacie sang out with self assurance. "We'll see!" Melanie shot back. All the girls laughed once again. "Say Hi to the girls, Tommy," Darlene ordered. "Hi!" I said in a feeble voice. It brought another round of laughs from the girls. After the laughter died down, Kathy asked, "Can I hold him?" "Sure! But be real careful with him," Darlene said cautiously to her best friend. In the next instant, I found myself being transferred over to Kathy. She just lifted me up with her big hands under my armpits. The next thing I knew, I was dangling a foot or so in the air and staring down on Kathy's pretty features. Just like her best friend Darlene, she had no trouble with my weight. I was beginning to wonder how so many girls got so incredibly strong. Kathy lifted me up and down a few times to test my weight. "He's as light as a feather and kinda cute," she told the group. "Just you remember, Kathy Simpson, that Tommy belongs to me. I don't mind you holding him, but he's my property," Darlene told her friend in no uncertain terms. Kathy seemed a bit sad about the warning. Finally, she asked, "Does he have a brother?" All the while they were talking, Kathy was holding me up in mid air. I felt just like a puppet on a string. Darlene thought about Kathy's inquiry for a moment then answered, "No! but he has some wimpy friends Melissa and I had to beat up. Would you like to meet them?" "Yaaaa!" the girls all shouted in unison. "Are they as old as Tommy?" Kathy asked. "Some are older," Darlene replied. "Good! Kathy said, "Boys our age are so immature." She looked back at me, smiled, and lifted me even higher so that her hands were completely outstretched. At the moment, I didn't feel all that mature myself. "What are we going to do with him?" Hollie asked. "Anything we want," Darlene replied. "He's much too weak to stop any of us from doing whatever we want with him. I bet even Stacie could take him." Kathy chimed in, "Ya! Go get him girl!" "I bet she could take him in less than five minutes," Melanie informed the group. The other girls started chanting, "Stacie!...Stacie!...Stacie!" Now wait a minute I thought. Maybe, I couldn't hold my own against the bigger girls, but I was sure I could take Stacie...No problem! Darlene liked the idea and the fight was on. The girls sat around in a circle as Stacie and I squared off. I felt stupid fighting a girl five inches smaller than me and a lot younger as well, but I knew my ego could definitely use a victory about now. We circled each other warily for some time and I finally decided to make the first move. I dove at her legs. When I got there she wasn't. She might not have been as strong as the other girls, but she sure was a lot quicker. As we circled again she said, "Is that all ya got big boy?" I didn't answer her taunt. Instead, I lunged at her again. This time she grabbed my wrist and I found myself doing a somersault in mid air. I landed with a load "THUD!" Stacie didn't follow up her advantage. Instead, she was looking at her nails and ignoring me. She was one cocky pip-squeak. I quickly shook my head to clear the cob webs, got up, and circled her warily one more time. The girls were hooting and hollering about something. It took me just a second to realize what it was. My uniform had ridden up exposing my manhood. The girls were getting some show. I got up and rode my uniform down with my hands. This was the exact moment when Stacie decided to attack. Before I knew what hit me, Stacie launched herself off the floor and snaked her legs around my waist. My hands were pinned to my sides by her encircling legs. I sort of stumbled around with her added weight for a few seconds. I even managed to stay on my feet for a few more seconds before I keeled over. When we hit the floor, Stacie still had her legs wrapped around my waist. I couldn't budge my arms from her encircling legs..they were still trapped at my sides. This petite teenage girl had me in a killer hold and her hands were completely free. She propped her head on one of her elbows and watched my expression as she powered down with her legs. I heard Melanie say, "She's got him now!" The other girls were chanting again, "Stacie!...Stacie!... Stacie!..Stacie!" I couldn't believe how strong her legs were. I couldn't budge them. They felt like iron, but they looked like gossamer. Stacie slowly increased the pressure as she watched me suffer. She made little faces at me as my expression went from panic to desperation. As I suffered and saw how little effort she needed to subdue me, it finally dawned on me that she was just toying with me. I tried to hold out but the pressure was mounting and I couldn't breath. I heard Darlene yell out, "Don't hurt him Stace!...Let him go!" "He's got to give!" Stacie yelled back. Finally, I couldn't take the crushing pressure anymore. I heard myself moaning, "I giiiiiive!" Immediately, the pressure let up. I was thankful for that. I could hear the girls cheering at my surrender. Stacie yelled out, "TIME!" Kathy replied, "One minute thirty two seconds." "I must be out of shape!" Stacie replied as the rest of the girls laughed at her remark. I couldn't believe this small girl could beat me so fast. Now I know why she was in the group. Stacie could definitely take care of herself. After Stacie received my surrender and the accolades from the crowd of girls, she got up and pulled me up by an arm. In the same motion, she threw me over one of her shoulders and paraded me around the room. With her other arm she made a biceps pose as she walked. I wasn't all that embarrassed. I was just thankful that Stacie had stopped squeezing me with her tiny but powerful legs. As the girls watched the parade, Melanie sang out, "Lets see if Hollie can take him. I looked her way. She was bigger than Stacie, but she was only twelve. "I've got an idea," Darlene replied and raced out of the room. She was back in less than a minute. I was still on Stacie's shoulder when she returned. I could see she had a couple of pairs of boxing gloves in her hands. The next event had me boxing Hollie. I was given five minutes to recover than I found myself circling the youngest of the girls. This time, I was wearing boxing gloves and so was the young girl facing me. She looked so young, but I resolved to defend myself. I wasn't about to let a twelve year old girl beat me. As we circled each other, I decided to let my opponent make the first move. She struck like lightening. She punched right through my defenses as if they weren't there. I can't remember ever getting hit that hard. Her barrage of punches staggered me. She let up for a second as I wobbled around the room oblivious to my surroundings. Before I could regain my senses or even try to counter, she was in on me with another flurry of punches. They all landed. The room went dark and that was all I can remember about the fight. I woke up in Darlene's arms as she kneeled beside me. As I looked about, I could see the girls were gathered around me with looks of concern on their pretty young faces. "I'm sorry, Darlene, I didn't mean to hurt him," Hollie told her with concern in her voice. "It's OK, Hollie. He's coming around...He doesn't look hurt...All he's got is a bloody nose," Darlene told the worried young girl. "He's really a terrible fighter," Hollie added. Darlene looked at Hollie then down at me, smiled, and said lovingly, "I know!...He's not strong like us girls. I'm really going to have to protect him." Someone ran to the bathroom and got a wet rag. Darlene wiped my nose and let me rest for a few minutes as the girls huddled about. Finally, Melanie saw that I was almost fully recovered and she said excitedly, "I want a piece of him!" Darlene looked up at her with concern and said, "Now wait a minute, Mel!...You'll kill him!....You're much too big." Melanie put her hand to her chin and thought for a few moments. Then she said, "Maybe, we can give him a handicap." "I've got it!" Stacie said excitedly. Melanie will have to lay on the floor and she can't use her hands, only her legs." I groaned when Darlene liked the idea. Soon after, Melanie was laying on the floor with me facing her long menacing legs. She held them off the ground, and they were positioned so that I couldn't get at her unless I went through them first. I didn't think I would make it, if I attacked. I needed a plan. My idea was to circle once again. Every time I moved, she spun her upper body keeping her legs in front of me. The girls laughed when I would lunge at Melanie and then veer away at the last moment. My mother didn't raise a fool. Kathy yelled, "Watch those legs, Tommy! They're maneaters." I stopped and stared at them. Why did they have to be so damn good to look at? All the girls laughed At Kathy's remark and my gawking. I continued to size them up. They were as big as my entire body. Her gorgeous legs seemed to go on forever, and they sure looked like maneaters. Finally, I started to circle once again at an ever increasing speed. My plan was to outdistance her spinning, and then attack her upper body. I was confident that would work. She couldn't use her arms. Those were the rules. When I saw her legs falling behind, I lunged. Almost at once, I realized I was the one that had fallen for a trap. Her lovely long power packed teenage thighs swallowed me alive. Her legs surrounded or more accurately engulfed my middle, my hands were pinned to my sides, and I felt the squeeze immediately. Melanie yawned and placed her hands behind her head as she held me up with her long legs and squeezed. "He's had it! Stacie yelled. "Too easy!" Melanie replied. She winked at Stacie and told the rest, "Watch this!" Then she swung her legs and my body crashed to the floor. Before I could recover, she laid one long shapely leg across my neck and sang out, "With one leg I can restrain this man!" I tried to move her leg but it wouldn't budge. Melanie, held her hands out and yelled, "ta-daaaa!" Then she looked at me and said, "Come on Superman, try and get out." I grabbed her leg with both my arms and tried to pry it off my body. It not only felt like steel it weighed a ton. Stacie watched the show and commented, "Look he's hugging her leg!" I guess I was...kinda. Kathy looked at Darlene and asked, 'Should I count him out?" "Naw! Let him struggle. He should be able to move one leg," Darlene replied. Then she looked directly at me and yelled, "Come on!... You're embarrassing me, Tommy!...Fight!" I looked at Darlene and yelled back, "I'm trying!" But I knew I couldn't move her leg. It was just too strong. My arms were still wrapped around her awesome teenage thigh. I tried to move it, I really did. Why did it have to feel so nice? Melanie must have become bored because she yawned and said, "Maybe if I only used my foot." She immediately removed her big thigh off my chest and put her foot right over my neck. I tried to move it too, but it was just as immovable. Finally, Melanie said, "Maybe, if I only used my toe. She quickly stood and pointed her big toe and placed it, in a sexy manner, right down on my chest. I grabbed her ankle and shoved, but her toe wouldn't move either." Melanie put her hands out and looked at the group like she wasn't even trying. "God! He's weak, Kathy exclaimed." "I don't think there's a handicap that would help him," Stacie replied. "How about this," Melanie said to the other girls. She quickly maneuvered my body once again only using her legs. This time, I found myself in an unusual scissors hold. I found myself sitting on my butt while her legs encircled me. One of her legs was around my thighs making my legs stick up in the air while her other leg was around my back. Melanie squeezed my entire body into a tight little ball. I was sure I had to look completely ridiculous to the other girls. For a final touch Melanie locked her ankles and the vice was closed with me inside. As Melanie continued to squeeze me into an ever tighter ball, she exclaimed to the other girls, "Is he totally helpless..or what!" It felt like I was in some sort of press and I was being squeezed into a thin sheet, and it was almost impossible to breath. Almost immediately, I heard myself begging, "Pleassse!....I givvvve!" While she squeezed, I felt Melanie's hand grab my exposed penis. I gave a startled little gasp. Darlene immediately issued a warning, "Hands off Mel!..Private property!" Mel answered back, "OK!...OK, spoil sport." She let go of my penis, but she continued to compress my body. Before I could beg anymore, I heard Darlene say, "That's it Mel!..He's had enough!" Mel shot back, "He's gotta say one more thing!" Then she whispered to me so no one else could hear, "Say you love my legs out loud." I looked over towards Darlene, she had her hands on her hips and she was watching us closely. I knew if I said what Melanie wanted me to say, I would be in trouble later, but I was in trouble now. What choice did I have? I yelled, "I LOVE MELANIE'S LEGS!" Immediately the unbearable pressure eased. Stacie had another comment, "He sure is a leg man!" Kathy replied, "All boys are!" I looked at Darlene, she still had her hands on her hips and she was scowling at me. I was in deep trouble. Finally, Darlene said in a bit of a perturbed voice, "I think he's had enough." As Melanie unwound her legs from around my middle, Kathy rushed over and said in a sad voice, "I haven't had my turn with him...And I am your best friend, Darlene." "I don't know," Darlene said hesitantly. Kathy grabbed my hand and gently helped me up. At the same time she said to Darlene, "I'll be gentle with him, I just want to do some lifts." As Darlene mulled it over, Kathy grabbed me and lifted me so that I was sitting perched atop one of her shoulders. The girls started to clap while Kathy paraded me around the room. Finally, Darlene gave her seal of approval, "OK, but just for a few minutes...He's real tired." After Darlene's approval, Kathy went into a lifting routine for the amusement of the other girls. She did some dance steps with me on her shoulder and then she balanced on one leg. The whole time the other girls were cheering and clapping. Rearranging me so that I was draped across her shoulders, Kathy used me as a weight and started to do deep knee bends. The other girls counted them out as she performed. I was surprised when she did thirty. I just didn't think teenage girls could be so strong, but I was the evidence. For the finale, Kathy laid on her back and balanced me atop her legs and then just with one leg and finally with two legs again. As I looked into her sparkling teenage eyes, she held my entire body effortlessly aloft with just the power in her teenage legs. As the girls cheered, she finally spread her legs and dropped me. I fell for an instant till she closed her legs once more trapping my body once again. I was still held aloft, but now I was between her magnificent thighs. It got worse, she started to squeeze. Darlene came to my rescue with another warning, "Kathy...You promised." "I know...I know," Kathy replied. Then she spread her legs and dropped me again. I fell onto her stomach. She grabbed my face with her hands and laid a big kiss right on my lips. I heard Darlene yell, "Kathy Simpson, You stop that this instant." The kiss lasted for a second or two longer and then she let my trapped lips go. I immediately started to gasp for air while I heard Kathy giggling and the other girls clapping. Darlene came running over and extricated my body from her best friends grasp. As I stood before her on wobbly feet, she went to her knees and looked me over just like my mother does. She wiped some sweat from face with her hands and said to the girls, "His face is dirty. I'm going to get a wet rag. I'll be right back." And then she was off like a flash. This is one time I wished she had placed me on her hip and had taken me with her. When she came back, the girls had me in an interesting fix. As I kneeled, Kathy held my one arm immobile between her thighs and Melanie did the same with my other arm. Stacie was standing and my head was between her thighs. With her hands she held my head up. I was completely immobile and at the girls total mercy. When Darlene saw the fix I was in she said in an exasperated voice, "What now?" "We're helping! Wipe his face," Stacie said in an amused tone. Darlene shook her head in disbelief, but kneeled and started to delicately wipe the grime from my face. As she cleaned my face, I realized somewhere along the line, I had lost control of my actions. Even the simplest and most basic one's like cleaning myself and going to the toilet. I could only wonder what my future would be at the hands of Darlene the teenage Amazon. While I was being cleaned, Stacie said impatiently, "I can't wait to get my hands on his friends!" "And your legs!" Kathy added jokingly. All the girls laughed. Darlene had some concerns for the other girls, "You'll have to tame them first.....And some of them are a lot older and stronger than Tommy." "That's half the fun!" Kathy chimed in. The girls laughed again. "When do we get our hands on the merchandise?" Melanie wanted to know. Darlene stopped cleaning my face, looked around at her friends, and answered, "OK!...OK!..Be here at 1:00 P.M. tomorrow and I'll make sure the guys are here as well...But you'll have to sort out between yourselves who gets who." The girls all cheered. Could it possibly get worse I wondered? After her speech, Darlene picked me up and carried me over to the couch. The other girls followed. Darlene set me down between her legs. I was standing, but I still was a little wousy from all the rough treatment I had just received. Before I could react, Darlene immobilized both of my hands behind my back. She was holding them with just one of hers. This allowed her other hand free access to my private parts. Kathy lifted up my skirt and held it out of the way for the show and tell. Darlene immediately grabbed my penis with her hand and started to work it. All the other girls moved in closer for a better look. As she played with it, she lectured the girls, "This is his penis. It's a boys most prized possession." "We know that!" Stacie replied. "Watch!" Darlene said with a clinical tone to her voice. I couldn't help myself. I felt my penis getting rock hard. I couldn't stop it from growing. It was like it had a mind of it's own. It was responding to Darlene's energetic manipulation. Darlene continued on with her lecture, "She how hard and big it's getting! Tommy's trying to stop this from happening, but he can't. Girl's can control boys penis's quite easily." "WOW!" Stacie exclaimed as she looked on in fascination. "I think it's the hardest and biggest muscle he has on his entire body," Melanie said to the group. Everyone laughed again. Darelene looked up at the Hollie, smiled at her for a second, and then continued on with the show and tell, "Tommy's really enjoying this, and if I don't control his penis very soon, it'll be shooting at us just like a squirt gun." Darlene looked around the group and said very seriously, "Watch!" The pleasurable sensations ceased and I felt intense and immediate pressure as Darlene grabbed the base of my dick and squeezed. I lost my hard on almost immediately, and I sort of fell into her arms, afterwards. "See! It's quite easy to control a boy!" Darlene told the group. Uncharacteristically, Hollie had something to add, "I can't wait till tomorrow! Can I do that to my guy?" "Sure!" Darlene told her, "what you do with your toy is entirely up to you." The girls all laughed once again. Darlene had one more bit of information to add, " Now, I'm going to transfer Tommy to my lap..Watch closely. I felt my body moving and the room turning. In just a moment, I was spread across Darlene's lap face up. My wrists were still prisoner in Darlene's one hand, and she had moved them conveniently out of the way. I could see all the other girls gather in even closer to watch the show. Darlene wasn't going to disappoint them either. "Watch what happens when I really start to play with his little pecker," she told the other girls. For some reason, I tried to stop her this time, but she had firm hold of both of my hands. I couldn't free myself. I was completely embarrassed as she massaged my penis with her free hand and lectured her friends on the intricacies of bringing pleasure to a boy. I had no control. I couldn't even stop myself from getting hard once again. I found myself squirming on her lap as she played with my penis. "This is proof that girls should be in charge." Melanie exclaimed as the other girls watched in fascination as my pecker got hard. All the other girls agreed. Even as she spoke she relentlessly massaged my penis, "See how he's fighting me!....But he's really enjoying this!...See how hard his dickie is getting!" I struggled, but I wasn't sure if I wanted her to stop anymore. I was squirming more from ecstasy than from trying to get free. Darlene told her friends, "I'm rewarding Tommy for being a good boy. Soon his dickie will be squirting. He won't be able to help himself or stop me...Watch!" I heard Hollie giggle at the spectacle. All the other girls were watching in equal wide-eyed fascination. Finally, I couldn't hold back any longer. I shot my load all over Darlene's hand and on to the rug. Afterwards, I collapsed exhausted in her lap. Hollie yelled out, "Yuck!" at my display. Darlene laughed, kissed me on the cheek, and said, "That's your reward for being such a good boy and entertaining my friends." Then she looked at her chums and said, "That's how you make a boy happy! He'll be real weak for a while till he recharges." "How can you tell?" Melanie jokingly asked. Darlene laughed, but then she wiped some sweat from my face as she answered Melanie. "Boys aren't very strong! Especially, this little fella, but he has other good qualities. Stacie yelled, "Ya, we've seen them!" All the girls laughed again. After I regained some composure, Darlene took me to the bathroom and cleaned me and herself up and then I found myself right back on the couch again. But Darlene was just standing nearby and watching this time. I was lying across the four girl's laps. Each held on to one of my arms or legs to immobilize me. While they held me, two of the girls played with my penis as the other girls looked on. I was hard again in no time. I can't describe the sensation of being powerless to stop much younger girls from toying with your body. I struggled, but soon I lost myself in their manipulations. The girl's played with me for some time as a proud Darlene looked on. I shot my load two more times in the next twenty minutes. As the girls left, she promised the girls once again that she would contact my friends and they would be part of the show, tomorrow. Each girl voiced her enthusiasm as they walked out the door and couldn't wait to have their very own boys to play with. To be continued....