Baby Girl - Part Three
By Wanderer
Coming of age.


This is adult material. Please do not read if you are under age 18 or laws in
your country forbid you to do so.

Copyright 2008 by Wanderer.

Janelle decided to play it cool as she pushed the Ferrari towards the Senior
Prom hotel. Of course, slamming the car up the hotel driveway at 75 miles per
hour and then standing on the brakes and sliding to a stop at the hotel
entrance didn't help her make an inconspicuous entrance. Everybody noticed.
Janelle knew everybody in the high school and everybody knew her because of
her sports activities. Many of her friends were gathered in front of the hotel
entrance, admiring the young ladies in their evening gowns and the young men
in their tuxes. Jack now felt it safe enough to raise his head from his
scrunched down fetal position in his car seat, a commentary on Janelle's
fearless driving skills, and a couple of the brothers, who were Billie's and
Francine's dates for the prom, approached Janelle and Jack.

"Yo, baby girl, where'd you steal your ride from?" said Weber, Billie's steady
boy friend.

"Oh, it's just Jack's graduation gift," she lied. "Jack thought it might be
fun if we put the top down and take the car for a spin. It's such a nice warm
night, don't you agree?"

"Yeah, right, baby girl. Now give me the keys!" Weber ordered.

Janelle couldn't believe her ears. "What?" she asked

"I said give me the keys!" Weber repeated.

"Why?" Janelle asked.

"Because I say so," said Weber. "Billie and I are going for a ride in my brand
new car."

"First of all," Janelle said, "it's Jack's car. Second, he said I can drive it
tonight, so I'm going to decide who drives it, and you're not on my list,
Weber. You've already had too much to drink and you haven't even gotten to the
punch bowl inside yet. Get away!"

But Weber was hell-bent on driving a Ferrari tonight. Now Weber was six feet
six inches tall, the center on the Lincoln High School basketball team, but he
didn't want to confront Janelle who was a friend of his and one of his date
Billie's best friends, so he grabbed a handful of Jack's shirt with just one
hand and lifted Jack right out of his car seat. Jack was shocked. Jack was
scared, now looking directly into Weber's bloodshot eyes. Weber was looped and
spoiling for a fight. "Give me your spare keys, white boy," he growled.

"I...I...don't have spare keys," Jack's voice quavered.
"Please...please...don't hurt me, this is my first dance event - and my first
date ever."

Janelle softly took Weber's free hand, the one not holding Jack, and stroked
it gently to calm him. "Weber, be a good guy and put my date down, I don't
want to have to spoil Billie's fun tonight, she's one of my best friends."

But Weber was determined - and pretty drunk already. "Get the hell away from
me baby girl, I ain't taking no shit off you! Or your white honky boy friend!"

Now it was Janelle's turn to be angry. She wasn't going to let some six foot
six inch brother spoil her fun for tonight. Surprise, surprise. The hand that
she was using to stroke Weber's hand to calm him now reached out and grabbed
his testicles and squeezed. When Janelle's twenty-four inch biceps squeezed
something it got considerably reduced in volume. Weber immediately dropped
Jack like a hot potato and went to his knees, screeching his protestations.
Janelle said to her girl friend Billie, "You better take this crybaby inside,
Billie, before I really get mad and crack a couple nuts."

"Don't cripple him, Janelle," Billie begged. "I intend to put those balls to
good use tonight," she giggled. Janelle relented and Weber rose and Billie
helped him hobble into the hotel and to the ballroom and everybody soon
followed after they had a chance to get a good look at the Ferrari which
everyone thought was Jack's graduation gift. Jack felt a certain glow as some
of the praise and admiration heaped on the car rubbed off on him. Inside the
hotel, in the ballroom, Jack continued to receive notice from the other
graduating students, something he wasn't accustomed to. The guys and the girls
in their high school had pretty much ignored him, it was like he didn't exist.
Some didn't even recognize him as a fellow student. It wasn't that he was bad
looking. He was tall, around six feet, but rather slim, and he was known as
the school nerd. Which he was. He couldn't help it, he was just so damn smart.
So he interacted very little socially and none of the senior class girls
considered him a suitable date for Prom Night. Except Janelle. She, on the
other hand, was known as the school jock. She was also known as the school
virgin, and all the guys expected Prom Night would be her coming out party. In
this day and age practically nobody left high school a virgin, and if they
went into Prom Night a virgin they weren't expected to come out of Prom Night
a virgin. Even the girls didn't expect that of themselves. By the time they
were eighteen years old they expected to have experienced life and Senior Prom
night with their high school sweetheart seemed to be the time and the place if
they hadn't done it before.

But Janelle was different. She resented guys pawing her. It was always the
same. Movie, hamburger, Lover's Lane. "So that's all they think I am? A sex
object?" Most of the brothers in the school had given her a try at one time or
another. She'd give them first base, maybe second base, third base was a
no-no, and trying for a home run got you a black eye or a broken arm. Ask
Tommy Burns. That's why she was pleased to be with Jack tonight. He had always
treated her with total respect, even addressing her as Ms. Stevens, not
Janelle. So she was pleased that he was receiving a little recognition from
his high school classmates tonight, even if it was directed at his dad's
Ferrari.

And Jack couldn't have been happier. He knew he was the school nerd, and here
he was with the prettiest girl in the school. What did it matter if she had
broader shoulders than he had? The firm forty-six double D breasts pressing
into his chest as they danced close was giving Jack one of the few erections
he had experienced so far in his young life. The long sleeves of her formal
gown covered her arms. He didn't even know that she had biceps that would
dwarf his. He was taller than Janelle, at six feet, a nice fit. Sex was
something he didn't think of and didn't expect tonight. Janelle knew that, as
opposed to the usual treatment she got from guys, and that's why the school
virgin was entertaining naughty thoughts this prom night as she experienced
the firmness in Jack's crotch pressing against her. "If I have a nice time
tonight and Jack treats me right I may just surprise him later," she giggled
to herself.

The evening went well. The band was great. Every senior felt it was his duty
to add a little alcohol to the punch bowl. The result was every senior, male
or female, was pretty tipsy by the time the night was over. The couples were
ready to retire to the rooms they had reserved in the hotel. Jack, who had no
experience with alcohol in his sheltered life was also a little woozy even
though he tried to limit the amount he drank.

Janelle, on the other hand, was not a stranger to alcohol as every man who
took her out on a date tried to ply her with drink to loosen her up, so she
matched Jack drink for drink, but it had much less effect on her. In addition,
Jack hadn't reserved a room at the hotel since he had no idea he would be
attending the prom. Janelle knew she would have to drive him home and then
herself, so she kept her wits about her. The band at the Senior Prom had been
hired to play until 2:00 a.m. so the party pretty much ended then. Many of the
senior class stood around talking and laughing and joking, but gradually the
couples drifted off as the girls who were at the Senior Prom with their long
time boy friends were anxious to experience the luxury of a hotel suite,
rather then the back seat of a car, and those who had been chaste to this
point in their lives, now that they were eighteen were anxious to lose their
virginity. All the rooms had been taken by the prom goers, so Janelle and Jack
had no choice but to proceed back to Jack's home so that Janelle could get her
car and go home. Jack couldn't escort her home because he never learned to
drive. So he sat in the passenger seat squirming and singing and, for what was
very forward for him, resting his head on Janelle's very muscular right
shoulder and even giving her little kisses on her deltoid and her neck. It was
amazing how liberating 80 proof alcohol can be. Jack, who had never even
kissed a girl before, appeared to be making advances on a girl who could
easily flatten him with one hand tied behind her back, maybe with two hands
tied behind her back. Of course Janelle realized what he was doing, and it
made her giggle.

"Why Jack," she said, tongue-in-cheek, "when you get me home you're not
planning on seducing me, are you?"

That made Jack blush. He was about as strait-laced as they come. "Oh, gosh no,
Janelle, I'm sorry, you just looked so pretty tonight - I just forgot myself.
I'm sorry if I kissed you and offended you. Please forgive me."

Janelle, who was used to guys trying to grab a boob and forcing themselves on
her, couldn't resist another giggle. She had never met a guy as meek and timid
and gentle as Jack was. All-of-a-sudden he had kind of endeared himself to
her. A gentleman? At age eighteen? She realized if they were going to get
anyplace tonight it was going to be up to her to make the moves.

As Janelle stopped the Ferrari in front of the gated entrance to Jack's estate
and Jack entered the code to open the gate he realized that it was almost
three in the morning. Janelle drove up the quarter-mile long driveway to the
main house, and as they got out of the car Janelle said, "Thanks for a
memorable evening, Jack, and thanks for going with me to our Senior Prom. I
realize now that I would have regretted for the rest of my life not going. You
only get one chance in a lifetime to go to your high school Senior Prom and if
you had said no to me I would have sat home tonight. You're a dear." And she
leaned over and gave Jack a kiss - his first kiss from a girl who wasn't his
mother.

Jack was hooked - he liked it! As a matter-of-fact it seemed to be having an
effect on his crotch area - he didn't understand it. But he liked it.
Realizing it was almost 3:00 a.m. he was concerned about Janelle driving home
alone at this time of morning. "Janelle, why don't you stay the night?" Jack
asked. "We have plenty of guest rooms and if you drive home alone now I'll be
so worried about you I won't be able to sleep."

"Are you sure, Jack? I don't want to put you out."

"No problem, Janelle. The night butler and the night maid can have one of the
guest rooms ready for you before we even get up the stairs."

"Well, I dunno, Jack, I don't like to impose."

"I insist!" a tipsy Jack said. "I won't let you go!" And he bent over to pick
Janelle up in his arms to carry her up the marble staircase from the driveway
to the main entrance of the mansion - or he tried to pick Janelle up, anyway.
Unfortunately he only succeeded in lifting one heavily muscled thigh.

"Boy, Janelle, that's some leg. I think it weighs as much as my whole body,"
he laughed, a little drunkenly. He tried again - twice more - and all he could
do was lift one leg.

"Thirty-two inches, sport," Janelle giggled. "That's what you get when you leg
press eighteen hundred pounds. Maybe you better let me do the heavy lifting."

Janelle lifted Jack in her brawny arms into a cradle carry and easily carried
his hundred fifty pounds up the forty-two marble steps leading to the three
hundred foot walkway to Jack's front door, giggling all the way as she easily
carried his bulk. For some reason - maybe it was the alcohol - Jack lost his
timidity and he threw his arms around Janelle's neck as she carried him and
started planting little kisses and nips on her neck - that made her giggle -
she liked it - and pretty soon Jack moved from her neck to her broad and
heavily muscled shoulders with his little kisses, which became longer and more
passionate. Jack's hearfelt feelings were beginning to excite his crotch, and
Janelle knew it. She could see Jack's stirrings as she carried him
effortlessly down the well lit walkway to the front door of his mansion. There
was no need for a key. Jack entered the code into the keypad and the massive
front door opened automatically.

"OK, Janelle, you can put me down now, I can walk the rest of the way," and he
promptly grabbed for Janelle as he stumbled with his first step. Janelle had
to grab him to keep him from falling. Again Jack found himself safely nestled
in Janelle's powerful arms.

"God, you're strong, Janelle," and Jack was so overwhelmed he put his hands on
the side of her face and started kissing her all around her mouth and on her
lips, so unlike his timid nature.

"Jack, you surprise me, you're so aggressive!" Janelle said.

"Oh, I'm sorry," Jack blushed. "I promised to be a gentleman, and here I
forgot myself!"

"No," Janelle said, "I like it!"

"You do?" Jack asked, this being his first experience with the opposite sex.

"Yes. Don't stop!" Janelle said. And as the hypermuscular teenager carried the
timid boy up the marble stairs to Jack's second floor bedroom he continued to
pepper her face with kisses and pecks all over her face and neck and
shoulders.

When Janelle reached the second floor landing Jack whispered to her, "That's
my parents bedroom on the left. Mine is down the hallway to the right," so
without putting Jack down the sturdy teenager carried her burden down the hall
and into Jack's bedroom. There she carefully deposited the inebriated boy onto
his massive bed and asked him, "Which way do I go for the guest bedroom,
Jack?"

"Don't go," she heard him say. "Stay here with me." That was so surprising to
hear from this timid, naive boy. Still water runs deep.

"Jack!" she exclaimed. "Is that you talking?"

"No, maybe it's the alcohol. All I know is you're beautiful. You're strong.
You're dynamic. You're so much I'm not. You're my first experience being close
with someone, my body against someone else's body, I don't want it to stop, it
feels so good. Please stay with me tonight."

Janelle, still a virgin, used to guys trying to use brute force to impose
themselves on her physically, was touched by this heartfelt appeal, and she
was hoping something would happen on this special night. Jack was handsome, he
was kind, he was gentle, he was considerate, he never refused to help her in
their calculus class, and she was eighteen, and she was ready. Jack was
spread-eagled on his bed where Janelle had placed him, watching Janelle as
they talked, his erection clearly visible. We're off to a good start, was
Janelle's thought. She lay down on top of Jack, her muscular weight pressing
him deeply into his soft mattress and she began to give him little kisses on
his neck and some very passionate kisses on his lips, her tongue invading his
mouth, something he had never experienced before.

"Jack," Janelle said, "you've always been very kind to me, very helpful. You
never said no to any of my requests for help in calculus. So now I'm going to
reward you. My intent was to become a woman tonight, and I can change you from
a boy into a man. But I think before I do that you need to be aware. I'm not
your normal female. Genetically I've been blessed - or cursed, it depends on
how you look at it. I have a propensity to build muscle easily, with little
effort. When I work out I tend to build muscle. The harder I work out the
bigger and harder my muscles get. I work out a lot because that's my road to
an athletic scholarship at a big university. You need to see me as I am. My
body isn't everyone's cup of tea. When you see how physically dominant I am
you may not be able to respond to me. So I'm going to show you."

Janelle got up from Jack's bed and undid the cuff buttons on her sleeves,
reached down and picked her ball gown hem up over her head. The first thing to
come into view was her calves and then her thighs. Jack gasped. Massive calves
and massive thighs. Jack reacted. Without thinking, he plunged to his knees at
Janelle's feet and encircled one of her thighs with his two hands, running his
hands up and down her hamstrings and onto her hard calves, and planting kisses
on her quads. Janelle smiled. So much for the superior male ego, she mused.
"Impressed, honey?" she asked. "Twenty-one inches for the calves, thirty-two
inches for my thighs, enough for you to know it when I wrap you up," she
giggled. "Or when I discipline you," she added as an afterthought.

"You are a wonder," Jack said, awe in his voice.

"Thank you, Jack, but you need to see the rest of me before you decide about
tonight," Janelle said. She removed her ball gown and tossed it aside, leaving
her clothed only in a bra and bikini panties. "Your masculinity may not be
strong enough to handle what I'm about to show you. See my six pack?"

Well, there was no stopping Jack. It seems he was going to taste everything
Janelle had to offer. He rose on his knees and started licking and kissing
Janelle's six pack and hitting it with his fist to test the firmness, gently
of course. There was no sense in making Janelle mad.

"I'm sure you've noticed my chest," Janelle giggled. "All boys do. But I'm
going to show you something that I don't show to all boys. I do a lot of bench
presses in the gym so I have a pretty good chest expansion in addition to
these forty-six double D's. Want to see?" Without waiting for an answer
Janelle started taking a few deep breaths. The second breath split the bra and
her impressive breasts were freed from their confines. Her already massive
chest seemed to grow even more. Evidently she had a barrel chest as her lungs
expanded and her breasts stood straight out from her body, held in place by
very obvious striated pectoral muscles and topped off with prominent nipples.
"I add another ten inches this way," Janelle proudly stated. "Fifty-six
inches. You like? Here, have a close look." Janelle put her hands under Jack's
armpits and easily lifted his bulk up to where he was eye level with Janelle's
very sexy perfectly shaped and very prominent breasts.

"What's not to like?" Jack asked. And in keeping with his new-found
forwardness Jack placed one of Janelle's prominent nipples between his lips,
with his tongue making little circles around its edges.

"This is going better than I thought," Janelle mused. "Where has this boy been
hiding himself? But we need to talk. The next thing will make it or break it."
Janelle broke Jack's contact with her large nipple, noting with pleasure the
look of disappointment on his face, leaned over and again lifted him into her
arms and moved to the nearby sofa where she sat down and placed Jack on her
lap, in intimate contact with her expansive bosom and where he could feel the
solidity of her powerful thigh muscles under his rump. Jack didn't seem to be
uncomfortable at all sitting on a girl's lap like some kind of child. He
leaned his head on her shoulder, gave her little kisses on her powerful
eighteen inch neck and her bulging trapezius muscle, and kept rubbing his
hands up and down her upper arms, as if to convince himself that the bulges he
felt there were real. "Let's see what happens next," Janelle thought. "I've
got to show him my biceps. He seems to be in awe of them when they're relaxed.
They get so much bigger when I flex them he needs to accept them and me that
way. I need to show him my full-on biceps."

"Have you ever measured your biceps, Jack?" she asked.

"Twelve inches," he answered, proudly. "Not bad for a guy who's not into
sports."

"Do you think bicep size is the measure of a man, Jack?" Janelle asked.

"No, not really," Jack answered.

"What would you say, Jack, if I had bigger biceps than you have? Would that
affect your ego, would that lower your self-esteem? Would that make you feel
inferior? Would you be humiliated? Could you tolerate a relationship with a
woman who could wipe the floor with you? Look Jack - look at this bicep."
Janelle flexed both arms as Jack sat on her lap, warmed by her closeness and
intrigued by her uniqueness.

Not many people had ever seen Janelle flex a bicep. Her mother had, and so had
her two brothers, each of whom she easily outmuscled in size. She managed to
shower alone in school or at home but of course rumors got around the school
that she was massively muscled. Someone might grab her arm to say hello; maybe
someone might shake her hand and wince at the pressure. Boys who dated her and
tried to take liberties came to school the next day with split lips or black
eyes, or they stayed away from school for a couple weeks. Now, for the first
time, other than with her family, with immense trepidation she showed a male
her flexed biceps. She knew she's done the wrong thing when the response from
Jack was a deep, deep and prolonged gasp and a look of utter shock on his
face. "Oh, my God!" he groaned.

"OK, Jack," she said, resignation and sadness in her voice. "I'll go home
now."

Jack looked even more shocked. "Why?" he asked.

"Because you can't handle a woman having big muscles. Your ego is as fragile
as that of any other man. Look at these biceps," and she flexed her arms back
and forth, relaxing and contracting the massive muscles to incredible peaks,
pencil sized blood vessels running from shoulder to elbow and smaller vessels
running perpendicularly.

"Are you crazy?" Jack asked. "I'm shocked because I've never seen anything
like it! Look, if we were the same size maybe my ego might be upset, or if you
were slightly bigger maybe I'd be jealous, but you're amazing! I could never
get like you!" Janelle's beautiful face brightened considerably at Jack's
words and Jack put a hand on each of her biceps and rubbed and probed and
tried to squeeze and then in total adoration began to kiss and lick these
monsters for all he was worth. Janelle let out a sigh of relief. This was a
relationship she had come to value, and she had been fearful that when Jack
saw her twenty-four inch biceps that would be the end of their friendship.
Janelle had never had an ongoing relationship with any male and she didn't
want this one to end badly so she knew she and Jack would have to get some
things straight up front. She didn't want this to be a one night stand.

"Look, Jack, we have to come to some kind of understanding. You're the brains.
Perfect grades, 100% on your SATs. I'm not stupid, I could have made it to
college even without an athletic scholarship, but you're brilliant. I, on the
other hand, am exceedingly strong, athletic, and beautiful," she giggled. "We
can make an exceptional pair - but you have to give up some commonly accepted
concepts. There would have to be some role reversal because I have to be who I
am. I'm stronger than you - way stronger. You have to accept my physical
dominance. I will accept your mental dominance. If you can accept your role as
my physical inferior I think we can have a wonderful relationship over the
summer, at least until we go away to college. We could spend a lot of time
together. You can tutor me in some subjects. I could teach you some sports so
maybe you won't look so nerdy when you get to school. Maybe tennis. Teach you
how to dribble a basketball. Maybe teach you a little soccer - after all, I
was the captain of the girls soccer team."

All this time Janelle had been undressing Jack while he sat on her lap and
played with her arms. He kept running his hands up and down Janelle's massive
biceps and looking as if he was unbelieving as to what he was feeling, as if
he was dreaming, even though he knew what he was feeling was real. Janelle had
by now removed Jack's suit jacket and unhooked his belt and was in the process
of unzipping his pants zipper and lowering his pants down to his ankles.

"You know, Janelle," he said, "the concept of women as the weaker sex is
gradually going by the wayside. Even if female muscles may not yet be as large
as that of most men you nevertheless have a different type of muscle fiber
that lets you have greater strength in proportion to your muscle size, and of
course you are one of the exceptions when it comes to muscle size. Most men
would be envious of the size you've attained, and so am I. But I realize I
could never be as muscular and powerful as you are. What good would it do me
to be brainy and yet not be able to accept what my eyes can plainly see. You
are a powerful, tremendously muscular woman. I am proud to know you. If I can
have a relationship with you, social and physical and personal, it would be
the most wonderful thing in the world for me. And if you want to make it
sexual I would be thrilled. You would be my first. Just don't hurt me, baby
girl," he giggled, using the appellation that Janelle's African-American
friends called her, the irony of calling the massively muscled Janelle 'baby'
not escaping either of them.

"I need to have a closeness with someone," Jack said. "Oh, my mother loves me
but mother love isn't enough to sustain me for my life, I need to have the
confirmation of my value to another person. Someone who looks on me as worthy
of her affection. I would be delighted if you would be that person. You
already are aware of the high regard in which I hold you. If you would return
some of the affection and high esteem I hold for you I would be delighted. I
feel you to be a warm, loving person and if you could direct some of that
towards me I think we could have a mutually beneficial relationship."

Well, Janelle was overcome with feelings for Jack. Here was a guy who was
leaving it up to her. She was used to guys grabbing and pawing her and trying
to force themselves on her. Without saying a word Janelle rose from the sofa,
Jack still in her arms, carried him to his bed, and there she gave Jack the
most wonderful night of his young life. All Jack had to do was lie back and
enjoy it. Janelle did all the work, and let's just say she wasn't a timid
lover. As a matter-of-fact, Janelle proved to be a tireless workaholic.

The next morning was a Sunday morning, and the Jeffers family always took
Sunday morning brunch on their outdoor patio. Hand-in-hand Jack and Janelle
descended the grand staircase to the patio where Mr. and Mrs. Jeffers were
enjoying their leisurely Sunday morning brunch. Mr. Jeffers looked up at the
pair and a broad smile spread across his handsome face as he immediately
understood what had happened the night before. His only son and heir had
achieved manhood. And he liked Janelle. He understood that his son needed a
strong woman to manage his life. Mrs. Jeffers only comment was "Oh dear, oh
dear," a look of consternation on her face.

It was a great summer for Jack and Janelle. They spent a lot of time together
and got to know each other better. Jack took it on himself to teach Janelle
good study habits and some of the principles of physics and biology and a good
grasp of psychology. She, in turn, taught Jack some of the principles of
sports so that he wouldn't be a complete nerd when he got to college. "This is
the way you dribble a basketball, Jack, try to take it away from me." She
would dribble circles around Jack as he watched, fascinated, as her giant
calves flexed and her thigh muscles bunched up with each move and cut she
made. Jack would stand frozen in one spot, mouth open, as he watched the
interplay of Janelle's massive muscles as she moved left and right. Janelle
thought she would teach Jack a little bit about football, it having such a
prominent place in college athletics now. But when Jack tried to stop her when
she demonstrated a running play, Janelle shifted the football to her left
hand, wrapped her right arm around his waist, lifted him off his feet onto her
right hip, and carried him thirty yards across the goal line, so they decided
that demonstrating football moves might be a little impractical. After they
practiced different sports Janelle would drive Jack back to his home.
Sometimes they would shower together, the slim naive boy and the massively
muscular girl, and Mr. Jeffers would insist Janelle stay for dinner and then
tell her she shouldn't drive home so late at night. It was obvious to Jack and
Janelle that Mr. Jeffers was trying to make the relationship between Jack and
Janelle more than a casual acquaintance.

And by sheer coincidence (or did Mr. Jeffers have something to do with it?)
Mr. Jeffers' Ivy League Alma Mater accepted Jack in its freshman class and
also offered Janelle an athletic scholarship after Mr. Jeffers had suggested
her to the sports department. So Jack and Janelle wound up in the same
freshman class, which was fine with them both as they got to continue their
intimate relationship.

Janelle excelled in sports for the college, and Jack attended each of her
meets to cheer her on. In order to continue her excellent performance and to
make sure the college continued her athletic scholarship she trained hard
almost every day, and to be together they both enrolled in a co-ed gym where
Janelle taught Jack some of the tricks of weightlifting. Janelle, who was
somewhat of a jokester and didn't mind flaunting her strength if no one was
around, would mischievously grab Jack and press his one hundred fifty pounds
over her head and do ten or fifteen reps up and down until a disoriented Jack
got pretty dizzy and begged to be put down. She couldn't resist this
temptation to show him who was boss. This also established her dominance in
the relationship. Better do it now rather than later. Strangely, Jack didn't
seem to mind as he would throw his arms around her neck to stop the world from
spinning and she would finish up by carrying Jack over to a bench and sit him
in her lap and they would make out like crazy, usually with Janelle's
powerfully muscled arm down the front of Jack's shorts, Jack rubbing his palm
up and down the massive bicep and tricep of the hand doing the dirty work on
his penis.

For their freshman year Jack and Janelle lived in different campus
dormitories, a college requirement for all freshmen, but in their sophomore
year they were allowed to move into a co-ed dormitory so they saw each other
for dinner and they could study together in the community rooms. For junior
year they were permitted to move to the same wing of the dorm, and for their
senior year the two lovers were delighted to find an attractive, furnished,
off-campus apartment. They went shopping to grocery stores together to stock
the larder, and Janelle went about cooking their first home dinner, she being
a good cook who learned from her mother. Jack sat in an easy chair admiring
her fluid movements around the kitchen, the flexing of her massive twenty-one
inch calves and the glimpses he got of her thigh muscles flexing as they
disappeared into the upper reaches of her short skirts - skirts she wore on
purpose because she knew the tempting glimpses of her thighs gave Jack a
charge. Jack also sat and watched Janelle prepare dinner the second night, and
the third. "Hmmm," Janelle said to herself, and to Jack, "Jack, would you mind
coming here and peel these potatoes for me?"

Jack's response: "Oh, I'm sorry, Janelle, I don't do that kind of work."

Janelle was aghast. "Jack, I know you have servants and chefs and kitchen
helpers to do that kind of work at home, but here in this little apartment
we're all equal. I'm not your servant nor do I ever expect to be. Now come
here!"

Jack said, "I'm sorry, Janelle, but it's beneath my position in life to engage
in menial labor such as peeling potatoes. That's woman's work."

Janelle couldn't believe what she was hearing. "Jack, I expect you to be a
modern American man, not your mommy's pampered baby. I'm not one of your
servants and the days of black slavery are over. I expect you to do half the
work here, if not more. I'm going to set up a schedule and apportion the work.
If you don't do what I assign you I will need to punish you."

This was an entirely different side to Janelle that Jack hadn't expected -
controlling and dominating. He sat motionless in his seat, momentarily frozen
in indecision. Unfortunately for him, Janelle took that as a "No." She walked
over to the recliner Jack was sitting in, plucked him out of the chair, and
carried him into the kitchen and plunked him down into a kitchen chair in
front of a bowl of potatoes.

"Peel!" she commanded.

Jack sat unmoving He realized this was a power struggle. One he didn't want to
lose. But Janelle wasn't about to lose it either.

"All right, Jack, I gave you fair warning. I don't expect to be some menial.
If you won't listen to reason then you leave me no alternative. I need to use
force. I supposed it would come to this sooner or later. I knew we would have
to have it out and make a determination one way or the other." Saying that,
Janelle plucked Jack out of the kitchen chair and effortlessly carried him
back into the living room to the sofa and draped him across her thirty-two
inch thighs, rear side up. She pulled down his pants and he could feel her
silken skin as he rested on her massive thighs and he could feel the cables of
muscle moving under his crotch as she steadied and positioned herself for what
was to come next. Of course his reaction was an erection which only helped her
as she caught it fast between her thighs and Jack was immobilized.

Jack, seeing what was coming, tried to apply reason. "Now, Janelle, this is
extremely childish. Spanking a grown man is unheard of. I won't permit it!"

"Well, Jack, acting like an overseer on a cotton plantation is also unheard of
nowadays. What gives you the right to be so uncooperative in what I consider a
joint venture, our new apartment?"

"Janelle," Jack said, "I expect you to do the woman's work." That was the
wrong thing to say. An open palm came crashing down on his bare rear end, and
it hurt. Then another open palm. Then another. Pretty soon our twenty-one year
old male was crying, tears running down his cheeks and soaking Janelle's
calves.

"Well..." Jack sobbed, "maybe... maybe...I'll reconsider."

"Good boy," Janelle said, and she gathered him into her massive arms and
hugged him and cradled him to her more-than-ample bosom while the young man
sat crying from shame and embarrassment on her lap. But her soothing kisses
comforted him and his sobs decreased gradually until his only response was a
hiccup or two. Janelle arose from the sofa, Jack still cradled in her arms,
and they had some of the best damn sex that night that they'd had up to that
point in their relationship. From then on Jack was just about the best kitchen
helper anybody could want.

Just to be sure, they tried other dating other people, but Jack always felt
uncomfortable with other females, and for Janelle the college men weren't any
different from the high school boys, all they were interested in was giving
her a good screwing. So it was only natural that graduation was followed two
months later by a wedding ceremony, the tall, slim, handsome white boy and the
shorter, gorgeous African American beauty, a little unique in appearance,
almost as if she were more substantial physically than her newlywed husband. A
broadly smiling Mr. Jeffers explained it all by telling those who asked that
his new daughter-in-law was an incredible athlete. He couldn't stop smiling
over the acquisition of a daughter into the family, something that Mrs.
Jeffers was unable to give him, a daughter who was smart, Ivy League educated,
athletic, strong, able to keep his son focused on the basics of life through
her own sheer will and determination, and he was confident that grandchildren
and heirs to the Jeffers' business and family fortune were soon to follow from
his gorgeous, sexy new daughter-in-law. So as the newlyweds went skipping down
the aisle hand-in-hand after the minister pronounced them man and wife, Mr.
Jeffers was observed with the broadest smile on his face that one could
imagine. Mrs. Jeffers was heard to say, "Oh dear, oh dear."

The end.