I looked out my kitchen window, and snorted in disgust. Valerie, my best
chum since High School days, was working out in the backyard next door,
as usual. She saw me and gave a big wave and smile. She's just so sweet
and friendly, it sets your teeth on edge, sometimes. Of course, she
ought to be sweet and friendly. Some people have all the luck, and
Valerie's one of them.
Val's 5'10" with long blond hair, big, high-set boobs, a flat, hard,
little belly, a butt as solid as two medicine balls, and long, long,
lean legs, so firmly rounded they drive every guy in the neighborhood
crazy. She's so good looking, she worked her way through College and
Graduate School as a model. Now she's a Chemistry Professor at our local
College. I'm still a Nurse's Aid in a Mental Hospital.
Val teaches an evening aerobics class, coaches the girl's field hockey
team and plays around in the School Gym whenever she wants. No wonder
her body is even better than it was when she was elected High School
Prom Queen. Of course, she's active in cultural affairs, concerts, the
community theater and a trustee of our local museum.
Val's husband died and left her a lot of insurance. Mine lived,
unfortunately. Harry, the slob, is a traveling salesman. He's never here
when I need him; not that he's much use when he is here.
Of course, in spite of all her advantages, Valerie's never a bit stuck-
up. People are always saying: "Isn't Valerie sweet?" "Isn't she a
wonderful person!" Val's supposed to be my best friend, but to tell you
the truth, she really gets on my nerves, sometimes. That's funny because
I kind of like girls, if you know what I mean. Valerie sympathizes over
that. Once she said she'd like to help me out, but she only digs guys.
That's true enough I guess. In spite of that fabulous, athletic body
she's very passive, still Daddy's little girl, at thirty-five.
I thought, as I watched her, though. "She may annoy the hell out of me,
but I'd sure love to get my hands on those boobs of hers. " Anyway, it
was time to water the lawn. Harry had forgotten it before he left,
naturally. I went out and said "Hi" to Val and turned on the hose. While
I was squirting it, she kept on prancing around at her exercises, in her
skimpy little bikini. It got to me finally. I couldn't resist squirting
her with the hose.
Val laughed, her ususal, good natured, polite, little laugh. Of course,
anyone else would have been mad as a wet hen. "Oh, you stop that!" She
laughed. I was feeling raggy though, and kept it up, just to see if I
could annoy her.
Finally, I got to her a little. "Oh Marcy, stop that, now." She said.
"If you don't stop, I'll take that hose away, and squirt you."
"Try it, Honey!" I laughed, this time.
"O.K. You asked for it." Val answered, still in her sweet, "Suzie, Good
Shit" voice. She made a grab for the hose, but I switched hands. I
turned it to high pressure and squirted her in the face, right up close.
"Oh darn you!" Val yipped, and covered her face. I couldn't resist the
temptation. I stuck the nozzle down the front of her little, bikini
briefs. That finally upset her.
"Damn it Marcy, that wasn't funny!" Val grabbed the hose out of my hand,
and threw it on the grass. Then she grabbed my arms, and shook me. She's
just as strong as she looks. I thought I'd been caught in a hurricane.
I don't have Val's muscles and she outweighs me by twenty pounds, but
I've taken some self-defense courses at work. Wrestling nut cases around
in the "san" takes a lot of skill too. When she stopped shaking me, I
broke loose and grabbed Val's arm. I spun around and flipped her over my
shoulder. I loved her squeal of surprise .
Val landed pretty hard on her back. "That wasn't very funny Marcy. It
hurt!" She said as she sat up. Before she got up, I grabbed her arm and
twisted it behind her. I shoved her down on her stomach, and straddled
her waist. "I don't want to hurt you Val, so you better say,' you
give'!" I told her sort of laughingly.
"You can't make me give up!" Val said stubbornly.
I gave her arm a hard twist and pushed it up her back as far as it would
go. She gasped out loud. "Say `Uncle!'" I told her.
"No!" Val answered kicking and bucking. It was hard to hold her, but fun
too; I could feel her half-naked body squirming between my thighs. I
pushed her arm so hard she squealed at the pain, but she wouldn't give
in.
"Oh, you Snot! You're hurting me!" Val yelped. "Do you give?" I asked
again. "No! I don't give, and you can't make me!" She yelped again. She
was putting everything she had into trying to get loose. Her big, strong
body was thrashing around under me like a madwoman; but I know how to
take care of them. I bounced up and down on the small of her back.
Val rolled over on her side. Her arm was still wet and slippery and she
pulled loose. She worked her leg up and tipped me off her. I rolled away
and jumped up, the same time she did. "That's enough!" She said. "I
don't think you're a bit funny, Marcy."
"Does that mean you give up?" I asked. "Say `Uncle' if you do!"
"I'm not going to say `Uncle'!" Val answered. "You didn't beat me!"
"Oh no? Well maybe I better then." I said and started toward her.
"You stay away from me! I'm warning you, Marcy! You're going to get
hurt."
"Fat chance!" I said. Val grabbed my wrists and held on tight. Her hands
felt like hand-cuffs on my wrists. I couldn't get loose. Damn, but she
was strong!
"Now stop it! Right now!" Val ordered in her best "school-marm" voice.
Instead of stopping, I hooked my foot behind her leg, and pushed against
her hard. We both fell down, but I was on top. I got my wrists loose,
when she hit the grass. I couldn't stay on top of her though. She was
just too strong and active.
We rolled around some. Valerie definitely got the better of me there.
She almost pinned me a couple of times. I barely got away from her. I
jumped up, and grabbed her wrist with both hands, and when she stood up,
I judo flipped her again.
I was surprised how well my judo lessons worked for real. It was so
easy. Val started to get up. I grabbed her head and hip tossed her this
time. Next time, she scrambled away before she jumped up. I guess she's
not a total Dodo. I dived at her though, and got my arm between her
legs. I pulled both her feet out from under her.
I was on my knees, but I got up a lot quicker than Val did. I didn't let
her get away this time; I grabbed her arm real quick, and pulled her up.
I judo flipped her again as soon as she was up on her feet. That worked
so well I did it twice more. It was getting easier. She was pretty dizzy
from all those flips and hard landings. She didn't know whether she was
coming or going.
Finally, after I tossed her for about the sixth time, Valerie rolled up
in a ball so I couldn't grab her anymore. I was out of breath by then
too. I let her alone, while I got my breath. Val lay there quite a while
before she got up. She watched me nervously. When I moved toward her,
she said. "Don't you dare touch me again, Marcy! This has gone far
enough! Now stop it! I mean it!"
"Say 'uncle' then!" I told her for the umpteenth time.
"I wont' say anything of the kind!" Valerie snapped indignantly. "I'm
going in the house." She started to flounce towards her back door. I
tackled her from behind. She went down like a ton of bricks. I swarmed
up her body and twisted her arm behind her back again.
This time, I made sure Val wouldn't slip out of it. I held her wrist
tight with both hands. She didn't kick and buck as hard this time
either. Those judo tosses took a lot of the starch out of her. "Say
`uncle"!" I kept saying over and over. Each time I'd ram her arm a
little further up her back.
"Ow, ow. Stop it! Marcy stop it!" Val wailed. I just repeated: "Say,
`Uncle'!" Finally, she was almost crying, when she said it. "Uncle,
uncle, damn you! Uncle. Let go. I give! I give!"
"Are you sure?" I asked increasing the pressure, a little more.
"I'm sure! I'm sure!" Valerie wailed. "I give up. Now let me go. Darn
you anyway!"
"Say `please!'" I tormented her. I was still really torturing her arm,
and she was making little bleating noises. I loved it.
"Please Marcy, please!" Val begged. The truth was, of course, I didn't
want to let go. I was having too much fun. "Say, pretty please!" I
teased still not letting go.
"Pretty please. Please, Marce, it really and truly hurts. Let me go now?
Please, let me up." I hated to, but I figured I had to. I let her go and
got off her. Valerie sat up and rubbed her sore arm. The big baby was
actually sniffling. She looked up at me and whined. "I never knew you
were so mean, Marcy."
"Oh grow up, Val! Don't be such a namby-pamby Baby." I told her
sarcastically.
Val stood up. That's when she noticed her big boobs had fallen out of
her little bikini top. I don't know how she got them in there in the
first place. I'd been ogling them all the time she was sitting on the
ground whining, without telling her. She got all embarrassed and fumbled
around trying to get her halter adjusted.
I decided to have some more fun. I snatched the top right out of
Valerie's hands. I played "keep away." I passed it from one hand to the
other behind my back, every time she made a grab for it. Val got all
excited trying to get her precious top back. Her big boobs bounced in my
face, whenever she grabbed at it. I grabbed one, and hefted it in my
hand.
"You let go of me!" Val yelled as soon as I grabbed her tit. I laughed
at her yelling, and kept hold of her big boob. It was a real hand full,
maybe two. I teased her some more. "Honest to God, Val, I don't know how
you carry all this weight around in these watermelons. Doesn't it tire
you out? No wonder you have to exercise all the time."
Val's face was all pink after our little wrestling bout, but now it got
really red. I tweaked her nipple with my thumb. "Let go! I'm warning
you, Marcy!" This time my "best" friend sounded really mad. That made me
laugh all the harder. I tweaked her nipple again. That's when she hauled
off and slapped me across the face.
I saw stars and my knees wobbled. The big broad really packs some
wallop. Instead of following through though, and pasting the hell out of
me, Sweet Valerie got all upset that she'd hit me. She's really dumb,
even if she does have a Doctorate in Chemistry.
While Val stammered apologies, she gave me time to recover. Then I lost
my temper. "Who did she think she was, slapping me?" I balled my fist
and punched Valerie in the stomach. She wasn't expecting that. My fist
sank right into that hard, flat belly all the men are so "gaga" over. It
felt like her belly was sponge rubber or something firm and resistant
like that.
Val's mouth dropped open, and she gagged like a fish out of water. Her
flushed face turned deathly pale and she bent over double, holding her
tummy. I didn't even feel guilty watching Val's contortions. In fact, I
felt great and wanted to hit her some more, but now I couldn't get a
clear shot at her stomach. I slapped her face back and forth a couple of
times, instead.
Those great big, blue eyes looked like Val just couldn't believe her
"best friend" was doing this to her. Well that's what the dumb blond got
for believing I was her best friend.
When Val straightened up a little, I pinched her right nipple as hard as
I could. She let go of her stomach, and grabbed my wrist with both
hands. This time her grip felt like a wet dish rag, so I could tell she
was hurt for sure. I pummeled her stomach some more with my other hand.
Wham! Bang! In, out, five or six times, short and hard, while my left
hand pinching her titty kept her up straight.
Val let go of my wrist and started swinging punches at me. She was just
like a windmill, wild, hardly hitting anything. I had to let go of her
boob though and get out of her way. She stood there in a crouch with her
fists cocked awkwardly, imitating some boxer she must have seen once on
T.V. Of course, she may have been crouching because her belly ached too
much to stand up straight.
I danced around flicking punches at Val. I can't box worth a damn, but
it was sure better than poor Val could do. She couldn't block punches
and didn't know enough to move around. Of course, my favorite target
were those big, bare boobs. I loved seeing them bounce around, when I
punched them, up and down and sideways. After each punch, she gave a
little yelp of pain.
Valerie tried to protect her tits, but then I'd hit her in the stomach,
or else flick punches at her face. I didn't like to hit that too hard
though, because I was afraid I'd hurt my knuckles. Val lunged at me
desperately, and got me in a clinch. She held my arms down at my sides.
Her big beautiful tits rubbed all over my chest.
Val was panting for breath and I could feel her long muscular arms
trembling. Instead of breaking loose, I reached behind her and grabbed
her ass cheeks, a big beach ball in each hand. I pulled her closer,
until she was glued against me. I could tell she didn't like that at
all, but I guess she was afraid to let go of my arms. I rubbed myself up
and down against her naked chest.
"Stop that!" Val screamed, like she had something to say about it. Then
I goosed her. She let out the loudest yelp, I'd heard yet, and jumped a
mile. She let go of my arms then and tore loose from me. I didn't let
her get very far. I grabbed her around the waist in a bear hug. I buried
my face against her neck so she couldn't get loose. She beat at my back
with her fists but it didn't hurt much. I sucked her neck to give her a
hickey.
Valerie wriggled and jiggled to get loose, but I kept squeezing tighter.
I'd have cut the blond floozie in two, except she finally remembered to
grab my hair with both hands and pull for all she was worth. That hurt
like hell, I can tell you. I had to let her go. She didn't let go of my
hair, though, until I balled my fist and punched her in the gut some
more. She let go then, and backed off pretty quick.
I came after her again, and Val put her hands up, open like a peace sign
that she didn't want to fight anymore. Surprise! surprise! Of course she
never had. She whined "Why are you doing this Marcy? You're my best
friend."
"You're sure in trouble, if I am, Honey!" I told her sarcastically and
slapped her across the face. I really put my back into it too. "That's
for pulling my hair, you little bitch! Don't do it again!" I warned her.
The brainless bimbo was still shocked every time I hit her. You'd think
she'd have gotten the message by then. I slapped her again even harder.
"Oh you nasty, rotten bitch!" Val yelled. Then the worm finally turned.
She flew at me, her hands in claws, scratching at my face and spitting
like a wildcat. She scratched my cheek pretty bad. Luckily she'd lost a
lot of her strength, or I'd have been in real trouble.
"You want to scratch, huh?" I yelled. "O.k. we'll scratch!" I ripped my
nails across Valerie's bare boobs. I left four deep furrows across her
left tit, but even that didn't stop her. She kept yelling and scratching
at me. Sweet, ladylike Val even tried to knee me in the crotch. I
twisted to one side just in time. I fought her off with a few more
punches in the belly and a few straight into her big, wildly swinging
tits. I must admit I liked burying my fists in those big, buoyant
balloons. What a turn on!
Valerie kept punching away at me though, even though I staggered her.
She jumped me and caught my hair again. She swung me around by the hair
and kicked me in the behind. I couldn't believe the big cow was finally
showing a little fight. She scratched me again, and I grabbed her wrists
and held them away. I used my knee at the same time, first in the
crotch, and when she doubled forward right into her breadbasket. That
slowed her down, but she kept on fighting to tear her wrists loose.
It was still hard to hold on to anyone that big and muscular, even
though I'd softened her up a lot. I had to be careful of her legs too,
since she'd started kicking. As we swung around, she got close enough to
bite my shoulder. She was turning into a real bitch!
Valerie's teeth in my shoulder really hurt. I kicked her in the shin,
but she hopped around on one foot without letting go. Those sharp,
white, cavity-free teeth hurt like hell, and I started yelling at the
pain. I let go of her wrists, and grabbed both her ears. I almost
twisted them off before I finally tore her loose.
My shoulder was bleeding and the blond bitch still had a hold of my
hair."You want to bite me, huh, bitch?" I yelled and began pounding her
belly with both fists some more. Meanwhile, I thought she was going to
pull a handful of my hair out by the roots.
I grabbed Val's wrists again and jerked her claws loose from my hair.
Tearing her hands loose hurt awful, she really had a grip on my hair. I
kept on pounding her belly, until she moaned out loud. Then I really
tore into her. I grabbed her big boobs one in each hand and jerked her
toward me.
I really squeezed Val's tits hard, and she squealed out loud. I cut her
squeals short with a knee in the crotch. My knee caught her just right,
and lifted her up on her toes. She doubled up, gasping. I hit her on the
side of the jaw with my left fist and then hit her on the other side
with my right. Then I just socked her wherever I could get a clear shot.
I liked the feel of my fist splatting into one of Val's big boobs and
half flattening it, or plowing my fist into her belly. It was all mushy,
now the rubbery resistance gone. Val wheezed and gagged. Every time I
hit her a good one, she yelped or groaned.
The blond's knees were wobbly and she couldn't keep her arms up. They
kept slipping down. It was easy to hit her now. I kept hitting that
tight little tummy. I could bury my fist in it. Her mouth would gape
open and she'd look at me with those big, dumb, cow eyes, except cow's
eyes aren't baby-blue. I hit Val in the belly four or five times before
she just collapsed in a heap at my feet.
I stood over Valerie, wishing she'd get up, so I could hit her some
more. I never realized, before, what a nasty bitch I really am. I felt
great, though! Big, strong Valerie huddled up on the ground at my feet.
Val got her breath back a little, and started crying, real sobs with
tears running down her face. She sure couldn't take it. The funny thing
was the way she covered up her boobs with both hands. It was as if them
being bare in front of me, was even worse then getting beat up. That
gave me a new idea. If bare boobs bothered her that much, why not strip
her bare-ass naked?
I knelt down beside my sobbing "best fried," and got a hold of her
bikini bottom. Val tried to kick me, but I hit her between the legs. She
lay still then. She was moaning, and looking real scared. I pulled the
suit down her long, fabulous legs. She shivered when I touched them. She
was scared stiff of me. I guess I shouldn't blame her much for that
though, but her being scared made me even meaner.
When I pulled her pants off, I rolled Val on her back, and spread her
thighs apart. I was pretty rough about it. "Please Marcy?" She whimpered
in a little girl voice. I didn't pay any attention to her. I was too
busy staring at her naked pussy. Her thatch was a beautiful natural
light brown not shaved but neatly trimmed. Even on her back, her big,
juicy boobs stood right up to attention. Her ridged belly kept clenching
and unclenching like she had cramps from the beating I'd given her.
I just couldn't resist. I ran my hand over Val's boobs and down her
tummy to her crotch; and I rubbed that. You'd think I'd stuck a knife
into her. Her hips jerked six inches off the ground. She screeched. "Ohh
stop it Marcy! Please don't do that! Please, leave me alone, please!"
Val's face was a mess now, but still a very sexy one. Her long blond
hair was tangled like a mop too. Her eyes were red and they leaked tears
like a faucet. The tears ran down her face in streams. I slid over and
sat on her belly. Val gave a lurch and gagged; her face got all sick
looking. I took hold of her big round boobs and played with them,
squeezing and pinching the nipples. Val looked up at me with that sick
hurt look and moaned. "Please Marcy let me alone? Why are you doing
this? We've always been like sisters."
"Please Marcy, let me alone!" I mimicked her. It was just then that the
local Cable T.V. company truck drove in my driveway. Damn the luck! I
had to let Val up. She ran in the house, naked as a Jay Bird. I guess
that cable technician guy didn't know what to think. His eyes just about
bugged out of his head at seeing this big, beautiful, naked blond
running across the lawn.
Well that was three weeks ago. Val hasn't been out in the backyard,
since. She won't speak to me or even look at me. She turns the other
way, if she sees me coming. I guess I've destroyed a twenty-year
friendship. My one regret, though, is that I didn't get to play with her
big boobs a while longer. Darn that Cable Guy, anyway!
The End
