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                                          Sandy's Toy Boy
                      A widowed mother and her 17 year old daughter, Sandy, ran an
                   oceanside resort on the East Coast and hired a large number of
                   college students each summer.  Both were avid physical culture
                 enthusiasts, and Sandy, an unusually beautiful high school senior
                   with long, wavy blonde hair, had been lifting weights, running
                  and swimming almost from the day she could walk, and during her
                     formative years had teken special hormones to increase her
                  growth.  As a result, by her 17th birthday she was 6'5" tall and
                    still growing, and had developed an incredibly powerful and
                     muscular body, with broad shoulders and back tapering to a
                 narrow, rock hard waist that was ribbed with muscle, and massive-
                   ly muscled arms and legs.  She was also her school's best ath-
                              lete, starring in basketball and track.
                      On the first day of the summer season she spied Jerry, a    
                 slender, handsome, 5'7", 24 year old graduate student in account-
                  ing with black curly hair applying for a job at the resort, was
                 immediately taken with him and convinced her mother to hire him. 
                  She found out his assigned room and left a note for him telling
                  him that she would like to meet him at 11:00p.m. at the resort's
                  indoor pool.  Since the pool was closed to guests at 9:00 and to
                      employees after 10:30, they were assured of being alone.
                      Sandy arrived early, donned a bikini and bathing cap and was
                   in the water when he arrived.  He was immediately smitten with
                   her lovely face and at her invitation joined her in the pool. 
                  They swam to the shallow end where the water was about hip deep
                 on Jerry and he stood up and turned to face her, only to have his
                  jaw drop in amazement as she rose majestically out of the water
                   to tower a good 10" above him.  The top of his head was about
                  level with her chin and his eyes with the cleft of her breasts. 
                 His eyes bulged as, smiling down at him, she reached up to remove
                   her bathing cap and let her long blonde hair cascade over her
                  wide shoulders, revealing the massive "V" of her upper body and
                                        her bulging biceps.
                        When he commented on her height and muscularity, she told
                  him of her interest in athletics, weightlifting and bodybuilding
                    and asked him if he would like to see a demonstration of her
                   lifting ability.  Without thinking, he assented and before he
                   could react she bent down and placed her big hands around his
                   waist, her long, powerful fingers almost completely encircling
                  his waist, and straightened, lifting him easily out of the water
                  and then continued to lift him until she was holding him high in
                 the air, almost at arms length above her head, but tilted forward
                   so that she could have a full view of his little body.  He was
                   gasping for breath and struggling helplessly in her grasp, but
                    she was more interested in another reaction of his body; the
                       telltale bulge in his trunks of a throbbing erection.
                         She laughed and said, "You must like being picked up by
                  girls," and, as he reddened with embarrassment, playfully tilted
                  him forward and down so that she could plant a light kiss on the
                   tip of his nose.  Then, holding him at arm's length again, she
                  said, "I wonder if you're ticklish.  Most little fellas are.  I
                    adore little men who are ticklish--they're such fun to play
                                               with."
                      He started to protest, but she was already shifting her grip
                  so that she could reach the sensitive areas of his ribs with her
                   fore and middle fingers.  As she began to tickle him, his body
                   reacted with violent spasms of screaming laughter and giggling
                     and he thrashed wildly about, ineffectually tearing at the
                  probing fingers which were administering such delicious torture
                  to his sensitive ribs.  She laughed delightedly and continued to
                     tickle him unmercifully, noticing, as she did so, that his
                  erection was throbbing more than ever.  Finally she stopped and
                    examined him as he hung, limp from exhaustion, in her hands.
                        "Dollbaby," she told him, "you're perfect!  I'm going to
                             just love playing with your little body!" 
                       She lowered him until his eyes were just below her own and,
                 bringing him to her, slid one big hand down his back to cup  both
                  his buttocks and mash his pulsating erection firmly against her
                   hard, flat stomach.  Her other hand reached up behind his back
                   and grasped the back of his head.  He gasped, "What...what are
                                            you doing?"
                               She chuckled. "Can't you guess?" she asked.
                       "N-no!" he cried, and strained backward with all his might,
                  struggling to move his head back away from her advancing mouth,
                 but was unable to overcome her powerful, immobilizing grip on his
                   head.  He placed his hands against her shoulders and tried to
                 push himself away from her, but the pressure of her forearm      
                   against his back was irresistible as she slowly and inexorably
                    pressed him against her.  In desperation he closed his mouth
                  tightly, but a painful squeeze of his buttocks made him cry out
                  and her lips captured his open mouth in a crushing french kiss. 
                    Although he continued to struggle, his feet thrashing about
                 helplessly in the water almost a foot off the bottom of the pool,
                 she slowly increased the pressure of her forearm against his back
                   until he was barely able to breathe, while her tongue hungrily
                    probed his mouth.  Finally he went limp in her arms, and she
                  relaxed the pressure on his back and permitted his head to fall
                   back away from her lips.  He was conscious, and his mouth was
                     open as he desperately gulped air into his tortured lungs.
                      Waiting until he had recovered his breath, she slid the hand
                 holding his buttocks between his legs until his entire crotch was
                  imprisoned in the firm grip of her big hand, her long, powerful
                  fingers reaching out to capture and bend his throbbing erection,
                    bringing a gasp of surprise and humiliation from his lips. 
                    Lifting him until his shoulder was securely tucked under her
                   armpit she carried him out of the pool and into the adjoining
                  weight room.  Although she was carrying his entire weight in the
                   palm of a single hand, she showed no sign of any real effort. 
                   Grinning down at him, she murmured, "I find most men get real
                  docile when I carry them around like this."  A gentle squeeze of
                  his testicles conveyed her meaning, and immediately quelled any
                                thoughts of resistance in his mind.
                      In the weight room, she seated herself on a stool and placed 
                     him on her lap.  He was openmouthed but speechless at this
                  further demonstration of her incredible strength.  He looked up
                    at her--even sitting on her lap his eyes were still slightly
                  below hers--his face a silent question.  She chuckled and kisses
                  him lightly on the nose.  "Before we get serious," she told him,
                  "Sandy's going to show her little doll baby a few more tricks. 
                     But first, in case he's thinking about trying to run away,
                  Sandy's going to take off his panties--I don't think he'll want
                    to go traipsing around in public stark naked.  Besides," she
                 added, "it's about time we freed up that little dingus of yours." 
                         He was still too exhausted to offer more than a verbal
                  protest as she lifted him off her lap with one arm and with her
                  other hand slid his swimming trunks down over his knees and off,
                    exposing a penis that, although respectable in size, was now
                 completely limp.  "Hmmm," Sandy murmured.  "Well, at least you're
                    big enough in the right places.  I guess I must have been a
                   little too rough on you in the pool.  Not to worry, though.  I
                  know how to bring your little dingus back to attention when I'm
                   ready for it."  She continued to hold him on her lap, cradling
                  him in her arms and playfully nuzzling him and fondling him, but
                 being careful to permit him to rest until he had recovered his   
                    strength.  She then set him on his feet and rose to her full
                   height to tower over him.  Red with embarrassment, he tried to
                 cover his crotch with his hands, but Sandy bent down, gripped him
                 firmly by his buttocks with one big hand and turned him away from
                 her, pointing him to a large barbell with four large weights on a
                    short bar about a foot in length which was sitting on a mat
                  several feet away.  Indicating the barbell with her other hand,
                 she asked, "Think little lover cookie can bring that barbell over
                                             to Sandy?"
                      He looked up at her in surprise, but responded to her gentle
                  pressure on his buttocks and walked over to the barbell.  Strad-
                   dling the barbell with his feet, he reached down and tried to 
                  lift it, but was unable to budge it.  With a puzzled look on his
                  face, he tried again, this time straining with all his strength,
                     with no more success than before.  Finally he examined the
                  weights and a look of frustration came over his face.  "My God,"
                  he blurted, "what are you trying to do to me?  This thing weighs
                         two hundred pounds!  I can't lift half that much!"
                       Sandy feigned amused surprise. "You can't lift that little
                  thing?  And here I thought men were supposed to be the stronger
                 sex!  Why, half the girls I know wouldn't have any trouble at all
                                   getting that off the ground."
                       Jerry gave her a disgusted look.  "Don't be ridiculous!" he
                   snapped.  "I don't know what you're trying to prove, but there
                 isn't one girl in a million who could lift that much weight."     
                       She laughed, walked casually over to him and eased him    
                  to one side.  "Well, then," she told him, "I guess I'm that one
                   girl in a million."  Smiling down at him, she reached down and
                  grasped the barbell in the center with a single hand and with a
                   mighty heave lifted it straight up above her head, the massive
                     muscles of her arm and stomach tensed and bulging from the
                  effort.  Slowly she lowered the barbell to her shoulder and then
                  heaved it up over her head again, repeating the maneuver several
                    times.  Then she lowered it to the mat, stepped over it and
                  repeated  the exercise with her other arm.  "I like to equalize
                    my workouts," she explained.  "I don't want one arm too much
                                     stronger than the other."
                      Jerry was aghast and, for the first time, really frightened,
                   and his face showed it.  "My God," he thought, "this girl can
                   lift more than twice as much with one hand as I can with two! 
                     She's 4-5 times stronger than I am!  She could crush me by
                   accident without even meaning to!  I've got to get out of here
                   before she kills me!"  His small frame started to tremble and,
                   forgetting his nakedness, he put his hands up defensively and
                                       backed away from  her.
                       Sandy saw his sudden fear with satisfaction--that was ex-  
                   actly the reaction she had been seeking--contorted her lovely
                   face into an animalistic snarl, hunched and bulged her massive
                   shoulder muscles, flexed her mighty biceps and, rising to her
                  toes, her huge thighs and calves, and tensed her stomach muscles
                   so they stood out in bold relief.  The effect was awesome; she
                   was a towering mass of incredible muscularity.  The effect on
                    Jerry was equally devastating; he cowered in abject terror,
                    stumbling backward as she slowly advanced toward him.  Small
                 growling sounds came from her throat as she moved forward.

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  Jerry
                 desperately looked around for a way out, but she slowly maneuver-
                 ed him into a corner of the room.  He spied a large, heavy indian
                   club at his feet, reached down and gripping it with both hands
                   tried to lift it.  It was almost too heavy for him, but with a
                   strength borne of desperation and terror he finally managed to
                 get it off the floor and swing it clumsily at her.  She caught it
                  easily with one hand and, with a casual twist of her wrist, tore
                   it from his grasp, flipping it up end over end and catching it
                  expertly and then contemptuously tossing it aside.  She resumed
                 her advance on Jerry, who was now hopelessly trapped in a corner. 
                  Stopping directly in front of him and standing on her toes, she
                                   loomed over a foot above him.
                        Desperation generated bravado, and Jerry put up two small
                   fists and stammered," G-get away from me!  Get away from me or
                                          I-I'll hit you!"
                      Sandy relaxed her menacing pose and almost laughed outright. 
                   Looking down at him with unconcealed amusement, she said, "Go
                 ahead, little man.  Give it your best shot.  I won't stop you.  I
                   could very easily, but I won't."  She even stooped slightly so
                             that he could reach her chin more easily.
                        Instead, he brought his fist back and smashed it with all
                 his strength into her midriff, just below her navel.  It was like
                   hitting hard rubber; his small fist didn't so much as dent her
                 rock hard stomach muscles, nor did it have any apparent effect on
                   her as she continued to smile down at him.  His face disinte-
                  grated into hopeless terror as he realized that he was incapable
                   of hurting her.  Tiny mewing and whining sounds came from his
                   throat as she slowly and deliberately bent down and put out a
                 huge hand, palm up, toward his groin.  Realizing what she was    
                 about to do, he grabbed her wrist with both hands, but was unable
                  to so much as slow her advance as again she captured his crotch
                  in her hand, her long fingers curling up almost to his buttocks,
                   her thumb hooked securely around his limp penis, his testicles
                                again securely encased in her palm.
                          "D-don't...p-please don't" he begged her, but she was
                   already lifting him effortlessly off the floor, her free hand
                     holding the back of his neck for balance as she tilted him
                   backward and slowly brought his open mouth up to hers for ano-
                   ther, crushing French kiss.  To Jerry, the sensation of being
                   held in midair in the palm of this beautiful teenage giantess
                 while her hungry mouth relentlessly sucked his dry was too much. 
                  It was as though a screw was being turned in his loins, changing
                    him forever into something different than he was before.  He
                    suddenly realized that he LIKED what she was doing to him. 
                   Without realizing it, his body went lax in her hands, his back
                    arching to the pressure of her kiss, his arms rising to slip
                  around her neck as he unconsciously surrendered himself to her.
                       His reaction did not go unnoticed.  With a low, triumphant
                  chuckle, her lips released his, and, still holding his weight in
                 the palm of one hand which firmly encased his crotch--and his now
                  throbbing penis which was straining against the restraint of her
                  hand to come erect--she carried him to a heavy mat in the middle
                  of the weight room.  "One might say,lover, that I have you well
                   in hand," she laughed. "And if you think you like this, wait 
                 until you see what I'm going to do to you next!  But first,      
                 I think I'm going to have to teach you a little lesson for trying
                                     to hit me with that club."
                          She set him on his feet and then proceeded to put him
                   through a series of wrestling holds, beginning with a bear hug
                    lift off the floor with just enough pressure to show him how
                 easily she could crush his chest, followed by a headlock and then
                  a full nelson, after which she lifted him onto her broad shoul-
                  ders for a dizzying airplane spin.  He was as helpless as a rag
                   doll in her hands and he knew it.  He offered no resistance as
                  she slid him off her shoulders and, holding him upside down with
                  his face held tightly against her, down her body until his face
                  was buried in her crotch, held securely in place by the pressure
                   of her thighs.  Holding him there for only a few seconds, she
                  told him, "This is one way you can give me a thrill, lover, but
                   I've got lots of others, and you're going to learn them all!" 
                   She took him down to the mat, shifting her thighs into a head
                   scissors and then working her legs down to his waist to encase
                  him in a body scissors, applying just enough pressure to demon-
                   strate the futility of resistance.  Finally, when she had him
                  completely exhausted, she put him on his back, encased both his
                   wrists in the powerful grip of her right hand and, holding his
                    arms fully extended above his head, settled down on one hip
                  beside him, trapping his legs between the massive muscularity of
                   her mighty thighs.  Held in this way, he was unable to do more
                  than wiggle helplessly in her grip, while her left hand was free
                  to explore his naked body at will.  She chuckled as, after a few
                  momentary struggles, he relaxed.  Cupping his chin with her left
                  hand, she forced him to look up at her.  "That's right, lover,"
                 she said approvingly, "you're finally learning how silly it is to
                 try to resist me, that I can do anything I want to with your soft
                  little body.  Now you're about to learn something else--namely,
                   that I can make your soft little body do just about anything I
                                            want it to."
                       He looked up at her, frightened, and then began to buck and
                   squirm, laughing and giggling uncontrollably as her free hand
                  began to travel over his body, her fingers lightly tickling his
                 armpit and then running deliciously down his side and over to his
                  stomach.  For what seemed an eternity she toyed with him, first
                 tickling him, then subjecting him to mild discomfort by squeezing
                    a buttock or a nipple on his chest and then arousing him by
                  fondling him intimately, gently massaging his testicles and his
                  inner thighs and finally his penis itself, only to resume tick-
                   ling and carry him through cycle once again.  His body was her
                     personal playground, reacting exactly as she wished to the
                 delicious torture she was inflicting on him.  Finally, she leaned
                  down to engulf his mouth with her own in a crushing french kiss,
                      as she whispered, "Time to get down to business, lover."
                      His eyes widened with horror as she took his penis firmly in
                 her free hand and began to masterbate him, and he gasped, "N--no,
                  please, not that!"  But she gave a low chuckle and continued to
                  massage him, and his whining protests became moans of ecstacy as
                  she brought him to the brink of orgasm before gripping his penis
                  tightly and pressing her thumb down over its tip to prevent him
                  from climaxing.  The desire ebbed from his loins, his penis went
                  limp in her hand, and his moans became a sob of disappointment,
                    and then a gasp of amazement as she resumed massaging him to
                     bring the pangs of desire flooding back through his body.
                               "Wha--what are you doing to me?" he sobbed.
                       She leaned over him and began to nibble on his ear and neck
                 as she continued to work his penis with her free hand, murmuring,
                  "Can't you guess?  But don't worry, baby, when I finally do let
                           you come, it'll be the best you've ever had."
                       Her words hit him like a blow to his stomach.  When she let
                   him come...She was not only getting ready to rape him, but she
                    was showing him how easily she could control his body in the
                  process.  And then his mind was submerged in desire as she again
                 brought him to the brink of ecstacy only to shut him down again. 
                   By this time the tears were running down his cheeks and he was
                  crying like a baby, "N--no, please!  Don't do this to me!"  But
                   she was already mastubating him again, this time bringing him
                  quickly to full arousal before slipping out of her lower bikini
                 and settling over him, the soft folds of her womanhood enveloping
                               his penis as she took him inside her.
                      By all rights he should have exploded in her then and there,
                  but somehow she manipulated his body to prevent him from climax-
                 ing.  Now it was her turn to writhe in ecstacy as her body worked
                   up and down on him, reaching one plateau of pleasure and then
                  another as step by step she approached the pinnacle of passion. 
                 Then she climaxed, the folds of her womanhood convulsing over his
                     penis as she took him with her, carrying him to heights of
                   ecstasy that flooded his entire body with an intensity that he
                   had never known before and held him there for what seemed for-
                   ever.  He was dimly aware of her gasping cries above him that
                 were all but drowned in his own, and then it was over, and he was
                  lying supinely beneath her, enveloped in her body as she milked
                              the last drop of pleasure from his body.
                         Finally she was finished, and, looking down at him and
                  taking his head in both hands to kiss him warmly, she whispered,
                  "That was great, baby!  I think I may just keep you, after all. 
                                        How was it for you?"
                                  He could barely talk.  "Sandy, I..."
                      She cut him off with a crushing french kiss, and he felt her
                  hand slide between his thighs to again cup his crotch firmly in
                  her palm.  "Never mind, baby," she whispered.  "All I have to do
                  is look at you to know how it was for you and that you belong to
                                            me, now."  
                                               "W--what?"
                      She chuckled.  "You heard me.  You're mine, now.  I've taken
                  your little body and made it a part of mine.  You belong to me,
                  my little playtoy, for as long as I want you, which, if you keep
                    performing the way you did just now, may be for a very long
                  time."  A slight tightening of her fingers around his testicles
                 emphasized the point, and then she stood up, put her lower bikini
                  back on, and reached down to gather him up in her arms, holding
                   his small body against her tightly.  "I'm taking you home with
                   me.  From now on you'll work in the office as my assistant--we
                   can use some bookkeeping help, and you'd be perfect for that. 
                    And we'll have a place set up in the back so that you'll be
                  instantly available to me whenever I want your little body.  Who
                       knows?  I might even decide to keep you permanently."
                       He squirmed helplessly against her.  "Sandy, please, I..."
                         She gave a low laugh and, pressing him against her with
                  enough force to take his breath away, raised his lips to engulf
                  them with her own, while her hands gently caressed him until his
                   budding erection told her that he was, indeed, hers.  Looking
                   down into his eyes as he lay cradled in her powerful arms, she
                               said, "Put your arms around my neck."
                          Almost without thinking, he did so.  It was his final
                  gesture of surrender, and, with a triumphant laugh, she carried
                 him out of the weight room, past the pool, and across the desert-
                                      ed grounds to the house.
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