Part 2 - The Party

Telling Mom and Dad about Bonnie was not easy, and, ofcourse, I omitted the parts about our forays into her bedroom. My description of Bonnie and her feelings toward me, however, wasenough to worry Dad and prompt a suggestion that he talk to herfather. "Ah, I wouldn't do that, Dad," I demurred. "At least notyet. After all, you're just starting your new job, and it mightnot be a good idea to start out on a...ah...negative note." "Look, John," Dad replied, "Sam and I have been friends foryears. If I can't deal with him on something like this, thenwe've made a mistake coming here." I thought a minute. "Okay. But let's not make any deci-sions right now. Bonnie's coming here to pick me up at eight fora party one of her friends is throwing. You'll meet her then." At that point, Mom broke in. "SHE's picking YOU up?" I flushed. "Yeah. We talked about that. She has her owncar and knows the town, and I don't. So we...ah...agreed that itwould be better if she drove--besides, I didn't know whetheryou'd let me have the car again tonight on such short notice." "She doesn't sound very ladylike to me!" Mom sniffed. I shrugged. "Times have changed, Mom," I said. "Look, shemay be big and strong as a horse, but she's really a very nicegirl. I think you'll like her. I have to admit," I added, as amasterpiece of understatement, "I kinda like her myself." "John!" Mom gasped. "She's almost twice your size!" At that point Dad agreed that they at least ought to meetBonnie before reaching any conclusions, and that ended thediscussion. I went upstairs to change. Bonnie arrived promptly at eight, dressed in a miniskirtthat revealed her powerfully muscled legs, blouse and lightjacket that barely concealed the muscularity of her massive upperbody. Fortunately, she was wearing flats, but even so sheliterally dwarfed Mom and Dad. Nevertheless, when I came down-stairs she was being charming and completely feminine, tellingthem how wonderful it was that we could all be together again,and how glad she was that she was able to convince her fatherthat their friendship should not stand in the way of his hiringDad. That message was not lost on any of us, particularly whenshe slipped a long arm around me and hugged me to her, with thetop of my head barely reaching to her broad shoulder. As weleft, she winked at Dad and said, "I won't keep him out TOO late,but don't wait up!" Her Cadillac convertible was parked at the curb, and sheopened the door for me, murmuring softly in my ear that, if Momand Dad hadn't been watching, she'd have been tempted to justlift me over the door and set me down on the passenger seat. Iwhispered fiercely, "Don't you dare, in public!", and she bit herlip, looked down at me with an amused smile and told me that Istill had a lot to learn about our relationship. It took about a half hour to reach Margie's house, a largehome set back from the street on a couple of acres of groundsecluded by a tall, brick wall on three sides. Bonnie drove upthe long, circular driveway and parked behind a line of cars. Then she reached back and took a bag from the floor behind myseat. "What's that?" I asked. She grinned mischievously down at me. "Five inch spikes,"she replied. "I didn't want to wear them to your house, but herethey're the required uniform." I groaned. "Bonnie, for God's sake, is that really neces-sary? You're over a foot taller than I am as it is!" She leaned over and lightly kissed the tip of my nose. "Thirteen and one half inches, to be exact," she laughed. "Andnow it'll be eighteen and one half inches. Just right to cuddleyou to my bosom, if I hold you on tiptoe." She opened the car door, removed her flats and put on thehigh heeled pumps, and then came around to the passengar side toopen the door for me. As I started to get out, she stooped,wrapped a single arm around my thighs just below my buttocks, andthen straightened to lift me bodily out of the car and hold metightly against her with my eyes only a few inches above her own. "Bonnie!" I protested. "Come on! Put me down! Please!" She clucked her tongue in mock sympathy. "Just like a man,"she chuckled. "Always complaining! One minute I'm too tall inthese heels, and now when I pick you up to my level you complainabout that!" She nuzzled my cheek playfully. "Don't fret,lover," she added. "All of us carry our boy friends around likethis. It's expected!" There was no point in protesting further, and I said nothingas she carried me up the driveway and the front steps to the doorand rung the bell. Almost immediately the door was opened by anattractive, powerfully built redheaded girl who appeared to beonly five or six inches shorter than Bonnie in her high heels. "Bonnie!" she gushed. "Everyone was wondering when you weregoing to get here! I told them you were waiting to make thegrand entrance with your new beau!" She looked up at me, and hereyes became heavy lidded. "And this must be the famous Johnny! Mmmmm! He's gorgeous! Here, let me have him for a sec!" "Johnny, this is Margie, our hostess," Bonnie told me as shehanded me to the redheaded girl, who slid her hands under myarmpits and held me out at arm's length, my feet dangling a goodsix inches off the floor. I felt my face getting hot and mumbleda greeting as Margie carefully raised me up and down, testing myweight in her hands. "Gee!" she exclaimed. "He's so little, and so light! Closer to my size than yours. Sure you don't want to trade?" Bonnie laughed. "No chance! He's strictly private proper-ty! I worked too hard to get him here to give him up for any-thing--or anyone!" Margie sighed. "Too bad! Don't blame you, though. He'sadorable! Hope you won't mind if steal a quick kiss." Shepulled me against her and, still holding me off the floor, kissedme hard, and then lowered me to my feet. Sandwiched betweenthese two Amazons, I suddenly felt like a small child, withBonnie's breasts several inches above eye level behind me andMargie towering over a foot above me in front. I found myselfalmost wishing Bonnie would pick me up again. Instead, she removed her jacket to reveal a sleevelessblouse, bare at the midriff, that showed off her massivelymuscled arms and narrow, washboard waist to their full advantage. Margie stepped to one side and put an arm around my shoulders,and for the first time I was able to see past her into the sunkenliving room to the right of the front hall in which we werestanding. There were about a dozen girls there, all of them appearingclose to or over six feet with powerful, shapely builds. All buta couple of the girls had smaller, slender young men in tow. Icould hear slow dance music coming from the rear of the house. Margie took me into the living room, with Bonnie followingclosely behind, and, as the others greeted Bonnie enthusiastical-ly, introduced me around. "Where's Mona?" Bonnie asked. "Big Mona?" Margie looked around. "She was here a fewminutes ago. Her boy friend hasn't got into town yet, so she'son the prowl. Probably got some poor guy out in the bushessomewhere. Or up in one of the bedrooms." "Who's big Mona?" I asked, wondering what kind of femalewould prompt these two giantesses to refer her to as "big". Margie laughed. "She plays center on our basketball team,all 7'4" and 280 lbs. of her. She likes her guys about yoursize, and has been known to come on VERY strong, even for us. But don't worry. Bonnie's the one gal around here she doesn'twant to mess with. As long as she knows you belong to Bonnie,you'll be safe. Of course," she added, winking at Bonnie, "sheDID tell me she's been working out extra hard this summer, justto be able to match muscles with you." Bonnie chuckled. "So," she murmured, "have I! Just to makesure she can't!" At that, Margie's eyes lit up. "Hey, that reminds me!" sheexclaimed. "Come on downstairs and let me show you the newworkout equipment I finally talked dad into buying for me! It'sstate of the art!" Then, as Bonnie stooped to pick me up, sheadded, "Little Johnny, here, wouldn't be interested in thatstuff. Why don't you leave him with one of the girls while Ishow you my new weights and walk you through all the new exercisemachines?" She motioned to a chunky, blonde girl sitting aloneon the divan to come over. As the blonde girl rose to her feetand approached us on her high heels, her six foot frame againblocked my view of the living room. Margie chucked me under my chin. "Steph, here, is only 5'8"without those 4" spikes," she told me, "so you won't feel so muchlike a midget. Steph, would you watch over little Johnny, here,until we get back? I want to show Bonnie all my new stuffdownstairs." Steph slipped a thick, solid arm around my back and waistand grinned down at me. "Sure," she replied in a slight southerndrawl. "Around here, a gorgeous, little guy like this needs allthe protection he can get. C'mon, Johnny, there's some greatdance music goin' out back on the patio." Bonnie smiled sweetly. "Just remember who you're protectinghim for, dear," she murmured as she and Margie left to go down-stairs. Almost before I knew what was happening, I was literallyswept to the back of the house and out the sliding doors to alarge patio, where several couples were dancing to slow, sensuousmusic from a stereo CD player at the far end of the patio. Oneof the couples were both female, but the other two were tall,sturdy girls dancing with significantly shorter young men. UntilSteph tightened her arm around my waist and pulled me againsther, I didn't notice that the two girls were leading their malepartners, holding them on tiptoe and bending them backward asthey glided around the patio. As Steph started to do the samewith me, I protested, "Wait a minute! I can't follow you!" "Sure you can, honey," she drawled. "Just relax, rest yourbody and your legs against mine and I'll move you. Your feet'llbe barely touchin' the floor." She released my waist long enoughto guide my left hand up around her shoulders, pressed my headagainst her shoulder, and then gripped my right hand in her freehand and lifted me to my toes. Instinctively, my body stiffened,but her powerful right arm again encircled my waist and molded meto her powerful frame, bending me backward as she glided aroundthe dance floor to the music. "I said relax, baby," she bent her head to whisper into myear. "You're stiff as a board--except where it counts!" sheadded with a chuckle. "I thought Bonnie woulda broken you in bynow. Didn't she tell you that, in this group, men are the weakersex?" "I'm sorta getting that idea," I muttered. She grinned. "Takes some gettin' used to, I'll bet," shesaid. "All our guys had trouble at first. But once they accept-ed it, they love it!" "And what about the rest of the men at school? I'm startinggraduate school here this fall, and I don't want to be looked onas a pansy!" She threw back her head and laughed at that. "Don't worry,you won't be," she assured me. "When our basketball and trackand field coaches started this program several years ago, some ofthe male jocks at school gave our guys a hard time, but we put astop to that!" She chuckled. "Particularly after Mona raped thecaptain of the football team! And made him love it! Now, mostof the guys at school would give their right arms to be a part ofthis group. You'll be envied, not looked down on! Except, ofcourse," she added, grinning down at me, "by us!" "Program? What program?" I asked. "Several years ago Linda Davies, our girls' basketballcoach, and Marilyn Speer, who coaches the girls' track and fieldteam, convinced the school to put more money into Title VIIathletics. They've recruited the biggest, strongest female ath-letes they could find and established a special diet and weighttrainin' program to make us even stronger and more supple. It'sreally worked. We regularly beat the men's basketball team andoutdraw them at the gate besides, and our track and field team issettin' records right up there with the men's, and in some casesbeatin' 'em. An' I'm told we have several new girls comin' inthis year who are gonna try out for the wrestlin' team. Now,that should be a real blast!" I shook my head. "It's weird!" I muttered. "It's the wave of the future, baby," she replied. "More andmore women are discoverin' how great it is to be strong, strongereven than most men! Scientists have thought for years thathormonal differences between men and women keep women fromdevelopin' upper body strength equal to men's, that men's upperbody muscles are bigger and stronger. We don't buy that. Wethink the difference is mostly because of heredity and environ-ment, not hormones, and that with proper trainin' and diet in afew generations women's upper bodies can be equal or superior tomen's in muscular strength. After all, our legs can be as strongor stronger than men's. Why not our arm, chest and shoulder mus-cles?" I shook my head again. "And wind up huge, hairy and muscu-lar, looking like men?" I asked. She looked down at me archly. "Hey, little man!" sheexclaimed, "you think any of us here look like men? You see anyof us with hair on our chests? That's what male hormones andsteroids do, but none of us use that stuff. It's all propertrainin' and diet, and we don't think our muscles make us lookunfeminine. Of course," she added, "if your idea of femininityis bein' little and dainty or soft with big boobs and butts, thatain't us, and that's another idea we're gonna change!" I was hastily agreeing with her when the music stopped, andshe lowered me so that my feet were fully on the floor. SuddenlyI was conscious of a looming presence behind me, and a deep, richvoice which seemed to come from the ceiling said, "Hey, Steph,where'd you find this little toy?" I saw Steph grimace and, as she released me, I turned tolook squarely into a solidly muscled, feminine stomach and thenup at a massive, "V" shaped chest that literally filled my fieldof view. Involuntarily I fell back against Steph, who put herstrong arms around me protectively, and I craned my head to gapeupward past melon size breasts barely concealed by a brief halterat squarish, larger than life features framed in short, blackhair that towered nearly three feet above me and were grinningwolfishly down at me. I blinked and looked down. The blackhaired giantess' thighs were bigger around than my waist and herfeet, which were almost twice the size of mine, were encased inlong, black pumps with heels that had to be six inches high. "Relax, Mona," Steph replied evenly. "He belongs to Bonnie. She's downstairs with Margie lookin' over Margie's new gym, andI'm just protectin' him 'til she gets back." The giantess' grin got even wider. "Now, Bonnie ought toknow better than that," she laughed. "I sure hope she didn'tthink you could protect him from me!" Before either of us could react, she reached around my backwith an arm that was as thickly muscled as Bonnie's, wrapped ahuge hand around my waist, her long, powerful fingers almostcompletely spanning my slender body, and plucked me out ofSteph's grasp as effortlessly as if I were a doll. As she turnedme to hold me almost horizontally, almost face up, next to herhip, I gasped and tried to cry out, but she reached down to covermy mouth and nose with her other hand, and I could only manage amuffled sob. I grabbed at the steel fingers encircling my waistwith a pressure that was firm, but not tight enough to hurt, butcouldn't budge them, and then at the hand covering my mouth andnose, with no greater success. The black haired giantess calledMona simply ignored my struggles. "Mona, cut it out!" Steph snapped. "Put him down!" ButMona had turned her back on the smaller girl and was alreadycarrying me off the patio toward a tall, stone wall at the backof the lot. "Better run and tell Bonnie I've got her little toy and I'mtaking him to a place where we can get better acquainted," shesnickered back over her shoulder. At this point all I could see was Mona's giant frame fromthe waist up and her massive arms as she carried me across thelawn, continuing to hold my helpless body in one hand and covermy mouth and nose with the other. Then she removed her hand frommy face, and I felt myself being raised, turned right side up andseated on the top of the stone wall. It had to be almost sixfeet high, for my eyes were now only a few inches below her own. Grinning down at me, she continued to hold my waist with one handwhile she unbuckled my belt, loosened my trousers and, afterlifting me an inch or so off the wall, gently slid them and myshorts down over my knees. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" I sputtered. "Let me go!" "Sassy, little thing, aren't you?" Mona chuckled. "Cute,too, and big enough in the right places. I can see why Bonniehas the hots for you. Let's see what I can do with this beforeshe gets here..." She lifted me off the wall again, far enough that she couldslide her other hand between my thighs, forcing them apart, andfirmly cup my entire crotch in her huge palm, and began tomassage me intimately. Almost immediately sensations of ecstasyand desire began to flood my lower body, and I felt my penisstiffen against the pressure of her hand. "Ahhhh," she murmuredsoftly, and her other hand went to the back of my neck and head,immobilizing them, and, as I started to protest, her open mouthcrushed down on mine with a force that bent me backward andliterally took my breath away. I heard myself squeal and beganto beat on her massive shoulders with my small fists, but myblows seemingly had no effect on her as she continued to explorethe inside of my mouth with her tongue and massage me almost tothe point of orgasm. "I hate to interrupt, but what you've got there belongs tome." I recognized Bonnie's voice, cold and deadly, from behindMona, and a chill went through me as Mona slowly released me andturned her back on me to face her. Bonnie's face, barely visibleover Mona's broad shoulder, was a mask of controlled fury. "Sure, babe," Mona drawled. "All you gotta do is come takehim. Of course," she added with a chuckle, "you gotta comethrough me to do that..." "What I'd really like to do," Bonnie grated, "is put you inthe hospital for a few months. But that wouldn't do our team anygood, and the coach needs both of us healthy." Mona thought a moment. "Good point," she said finally. "Tell you what, babe. How 'bout a straight test of arm strength,using both hands? We keep at it until one of us goes down. Youput me down, he's yours. I put you down, I keep him for thenight, and you can have what's left after that. "'Course," sheadded, grinning broadly, "there won't be much left for you tohave any fun with, at least not for a couple of weeks!" "Fair enough, bitch," Bonnie snapped, kicked off her highheeled shoes and put her hands up level with her shoulders. Monadid the same, and Bonnie was forced to raise her hands severalinches to clasp the hands of the taller girl. Mona grinned. "Advantage of height and leverage is with me, babe," shechuckled, "and I'm a lot stronger than I was last spring." "So am I. I'll spot you your advantage and still kick yourbutt!" Listening to the exchange between these two female titans, Isuddenly realized I was literally shaking with fear that Bonniemight not be a match for the black haired giantess. And, as theyclosed, the giant muscles of their mighty arms bulging and theirfaces taut with the effort, I felt something else as well. Thesight of these giant Amazons locked in a test of brute strengthwas somehow erotic, sending little spasms of desire through meand bringing my penis, which had gone limp at Bonnie's appear-ance, back to life. Apprehension and lust fought for control ofmy body as I watched, a helpless male spectator to an unbeliev-able demonstration of feminine strength and power. For several minutes neither girl seemed to gain the advan-tage. Then, ever so slowly, Bonnie began to force the biggergirl's hands down to her own shoulder level. For the first timeI saw uncertainty flicker across Mona's features, and she grittedher teeth and heaved forward in a final, titanic effort toforestall defeat. But Bonnie held, and with a suddenness thatwas startling, the Mona's resistance collapsed. Seizing theadvantage, Bonnie bent the bigger girl's hands backward over hershoulders and, with a surge of power, forced her to her knees. "Ok, babe!" Mona gasped. "You win again!" "Not quite yet." Bonnie's voice was grating, strained. "I'm not going to put you in the hospital, but I am going to putthose hands of yours out of commission for a while, just to makesure you don't get any second thoughts any time soon." Slowlyshe tightened her grip on the bigger girl's hands, crushing herfingers and bringing a scream of pain from her now helplessvictim. Mona writhed and struggled as Bonnie continued toincrease the pressure on her hands until they were numb from thepain, releasing her only when her screams had subsided intouncontrolled sobbing. Then, with a contemptuous shove, Bonniepushed the bigger girl over on her back and came over to me. "You OK?" she asked, and then, as she saw my naked, throb-bing erection, frowned. "Did Mona do that to you?" My face was suddenly hot. "I couldn't help it, Bonnie!" Istammered. "She's so strong! I couldn't stop her! Any more thanI could stop you from doing the same thing to me this afternoon! And then, when you two started wrestling..." I lowered my head,unable to meet her stern gaze. Bonnie shook her head. "Men! You're all alike! I thinkanything in skirts could take advantage of any of you if she werestrong enough and knew which buttons to push!" She reached up,wrapped her powerful arms around my chest and thighs, slid me offthe wall to hold me cradled securely against her bosom, andstarted to carry me back to the house, stepping around the fallenMona, who was now on her knees moaning and holding her crushedhands against her stomach. "Ah, can I pull my pants up before we go inside?" I venturedhesitantly. She gave me an arch look, but for the first I saw a hint ofhumor in her eyes. "No!" she replied emphatically. "When I getyou inside I'm taking you upstairs, and at this point I'm notsure whether I'm going to spank you or rape you! Or maybe both! In any case, your little bottom is staying bare!" "Aw, Bonnie, come on! Please!" Her expression melted, and then she laughed and hugged meclose to her, hard enough to bend a couple of ribs. "You littlemonkey!" she murmured. "It's a lucky thing for you I'm in lovewith you! If I weren't, I'd probably turn you over my knee andtan your backside so you couldn't sit down for a week! But,since I am, I suppose I'll have to finish what Mona started...after all, we can't have you suffering with hot rocks all night!" Suddenly, in a rush of emotion, I felt a massive outpouringof love for this tall, beautiful Amazon who had captured me andmade me hers. I reached up to put my arms around her neck andbury my face in the long curve of her throat. "Oh, Bonnie!" Iheard myself whisper fiercely, "I love you so much! Don't everlet me go!" She stopped at the patio long enough to kiss me long andhard. "Don't worry, baby," she whispered into my open mouth,"now that I've finally got you, you're never going to get awayfrom me!" Then, with a grin, she added, "And I'm certainly notletting you out of my sight for the rest of tonight! One rescuea night is enough!" Inside, Margie was filling the punch bowl. She took onelook at my naked bottom and throbbing erection, laughed andjerked her head in the direction of the stairway leading to thesecond floor. "First door on the right," she told Bonnie. "Allthe other bedrooms are occupied." The next hour was sheer bliss that eclipsed even the ecstasyof the afternoon. Under her powerful, yet gentle, caresses, mybody did things I would never have thought possible. I was herpersonal playground; she fondled and kneaded my soft, nakedflesh, kissing, nibbling and tickling me all over until I wassobbing with desire and pleading to be taken. And her body wasmy temple, a towering structure of incomparable beauty and power,to be worshipped and adored. She let me memorize with my lipsand fingers every pore of her perfect, satiny skin and everystriation of muscle that rippled beneath, and, as I knelt beforeher kissing and stroking a massive, muscular, shapely thigh thatwas as big around as my chest, I found myself wanting nothingmore than to please her in any way I could, to give her as muchecstasy as--no, even more than--she had given me. As we laytogether after each orgasm, her mighty arms pressing my entirebody tightly against hers, I begged her to told me even closer,crying that I couldn't get close enough to her; I wanted toliterally melt into her and become one with her, to be completelyenveloped by her and become a tiny part of that magnificentgoddess who had suddenly become my universe. When, finally, she had drained the last measure of ecstasyfrom my body, leaving me limp and exhausted beneath her, shedressed herself and then me and, cradling me in her powerfularms, carried me downstairs to the living room. There were onlya couple of girls there, playing with their boy friends. Sheseated herself at the end of a divan, holding me close to her onher lap, and I wrapped one arm around her neck and buried my facein the long, smooth curve of her throat. For several minutes weremained there, saying nothing and conscious only of each other,until our reverie was broken by Margie. "Hey, you two," she laughed, "you look like you've got itbad! I didn't think you were ever going to come downstairs!" I looked up at Margie past the strong line of Bonnie's jaw,and we both smiled, but said nothing. "Well," Margie continued, "I don't suppose I could talk youinto coming out back. We're having lots of fun with the boysback there." "We'll stay here," Bonnie said. "We both have everything wewant. Right, baby?" She looked down into my eyes, and I nodded,smiling contently. "Suit yourself." Margie turned to leave, and then stopped. "By the way, what'd you do to Mona? She ran out of here cryingan hour ago, and her hands looked like they'd been run through awringer! All swollen and bruised!" "I crushed her fingers," Bonnie replied. "Don't worry. Ididn't break anything. She'll be all right in a few days." Margie's lips formed an exaggerated "o". "Wow! I didn'tthink even you were that strong! Guess she'll think twice beforemessing with you again." "Or anything that belongs to me," Bonnie said quietly. We left the party shortly after midnight, even though it wasstill going strong. Bonnie took me to my door, and as she liftedme up for a final kiss, I whispered, "I don't want to say good-night!" "I know. Neither do I. I wish I could keep you with me allthe time." "Oh, God!" I breathed. "That would be so wonderful!" She smiled and nuzzled my cheek. "It will be, baby," shereplied. "Look, you should be out of graduate school in a coupleof years, just about the time I graduate. Then, whether you likeit or not, I'm going to marry you! Dad's business should bereally booming by then, and he wants me to take it over when heretires. I can see that we both get jobs with him, and we canwork and play together for the rest of our lives! And when Itake over the business, I'll see to it that you have a veryimportant role in the company!" I raised my eyebrows. "You're going to be my boss?" She grinned. "Uh huh. In every way. At work, at home, andparticularly in bed! Any objections?" I sighed. "Would it make any difference if I did?" "Nope." She hugged me close and kissed me long and hard. "You belong to me, baby," she murmured. "Like it or not, you'remine for life!" I closed my eyes and surrendered myself to the ecstasy ofher embrace. "I wouldn't want it any other way," I whispered inreply.

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