Lorna, From Down Under
by BF
A Young Aussie makes life rough on an older man

Caution, adult situations. Don't read further if your offended by 
graphic sex and violence.



As I sit here writing this, I can't believe the circumstances I've 
found myself to be in. Here I am, a 28 year old legal adult male, 
and 
I'm hiding in a remote corner of the basement of my parent's 
spacious seaside estate, trembling with fear at beeing found by 
the 14 year old exchange student who was my kid sister's best 
friend.  
"Yoo-hoo, Jimmy, I know you're around here somewhere, and when I 
find you, I'm afraid I'm going to 'ave to teach you a lesson for 
trying to hide out from me!" I heard the lilting Australian accent 
as Lorna searched around for my whereabouts.

A combined sense of humiliation and apprehension coursed 
through my body as I prayed that the beautiful young blond 
searching out my location would grow bored with her search, and 
proceed on to other activities.

But, maybe I should back up and start from the beginning as to 
how this whole situation evolved.  

It started out innocently enough when my younger sister, Joanie, 
began a pen-pal exchange with a like-aged student in Australia, 
back when she was in grade school.  My wealthy step-dad suggested 
that they explore entering an exchange arrangement, and soon 
Joanie was spending half the school year in Lorna's North 
Australian home city with her family, and Lorna spending an equal 
time in our home, attending the local private school my sister 
attended.

 The first couple of years, I paid little attention to the pretty 
little 
Australian girl who was rapidly becoming my kid sister's best 
friend.  It was two years ago, however, when Lorna was 12 years 
old, that things began to change.  

My first observation after she had arrived that year was the 
tremendous gain in height and weight that Lorna had experienced 
since the last time I'd seen her.  The year before, I was probably 
four or five inches taller than her, and probably outweighed her 
by 25 pounds. Now, Lorna stood a solid 5' 5" tall and weighed 125 
pounds, almost 2 inches taller, and 10 pounds heavier than I.  
I've always been quite self-conscious of my slight stature, and 
the aspect of this pretty, ponytailed, 12 year old blond, whom I'd 
grown so accustomed to being so much larger then, now being taller 
and heavier than me was very unsettling.  Even more disturbing was 
the absolute delight the blond Australian girl took in terms of 
her own recognition of the fact that she was now physically larger 
than me!  "I'll bet I could 'ave some real fun with you if I could 
ever get us alone together," was one of the first things she 
directed to me as we re-acquainted that year.  

For quite some time, thanks to my sister, Joanie, I'd known that 
Lorna had a major crush on me.  Until this time, however, I'd 
brushed it off, rationalizing that once she began to mature, she 
would have her interests redirected to boys her own age.  But now, 
I was starting to realize what an infatuation Lorna actually had 
with me.  While the majority of the time spent during Lorna's 
visit that year was pretty uneventful, there were several 
incidents which, considering I was a man in my late twenties, and 
she was still a mere pre-teen adolescent, I found very disturbing.  
They included:

The very first day Lorna spent with us that year, she took every 
available opportunity to press up against me, to demonstrate how 
her shoulders were now nearly two inches higher than mine, or 
placing her hand on top of my head and moving it towards her own, 
showing off how she was now taller than me.

Once, when I'd finished taking a shower and was brushing my 
teeth, I was standing on the bathroom scale when Lorna walked by 
and observed what I was doing.  Boldly, the cute 12 year old blond 
stepped into the bathroom, checked the scales' measurement of my 
weight, then asked if she could try it.  Smiling, she chortled, 
"Look 
Jimmy, I'm over 10 pounds heavier than you".  Then, playfully, 
patting my somewhat paunchy midsection, then smacking her own taut 
abdomen, continued, "And there ain't one ounce of fat on this 
little gal," in her charming Australian accent.  And, she was 
right.  I hated to admit.  Despite her youthful age, Lorna was 
already quite well built.  Well- proportioned and athletically 
curved from her swim team and girls soccer activities.  In fact, 
for the last several years, I'd jokingly referred to her as 'frog 
legs' because of the unusual development of her lower limbs for a 
girl her age, but now their very appendages were cause for 
apprehension on my part.  

This was embarrassingly brought to my attention one day when we 
were driving to the beach.  Joanie, Lorna and I were sitting in 
the back seat of the car together.  I was looking at the window 
when the combined giggling of the two girls drew my attention 
back.  "What's so funny", I asked.  Joanie responded, "Oh, 
nothing, Jim, it's just that . . . well, look how puny your legs 
look compared to Lorna's!"  I looked down, and to my chagrin, my 
sister was absolutely correct!  The darkly tanned lower limbs of 
our Australian guest were noticeably more sizable and better 
proportioned than my own upper thighs.  To further amplify the 
difference in our legs size and shape, Lorna pressed her feet 
upward, under the back of the front seat of the car, causing her 
young limbs to flex up with an amazing degree of muscular 
definition, thoroughly, to my embarrassment, out-classing my own 
thin pale legs.  
Needless to say, I did not join them for their activities at the 
beach that day.

Then, there was the time we had gone out to dinner.  My step-dad, 
mom, Joanie, Lorna and myself.  Halfway through the meal, my step-
dad, who never seemed to have enough to say about my slight 
stature, suddenly, spouted to me, "Jeez, Jim, doesn't it bother 
you that a little 12 year old girl, the same age as your kid 
sister, for Christ sake, has 
got better arms than you, a 26 year old man?"  Lorna was attired 
in a pair of tight cut-off jeans and a white tank top blouse.  She 
giggled, more appreciative than embarrassed by my step-father's 
recent comment. "Gee, thanks, Mr. Hawkins!" she responded, 
genuinely complimented.  She neatly set her knife and fork down 
next to her plate, placed her elbows on the table and with her 
hands outstretched, clenched her fists and slowly drew them toward 
her shoulders.  This action caused two amazingly well developed, 
far more than my own upper arms, biceps to swell up under the tan 
silkily skin of Lorna's well shaped, youthful upper arms.  My eyes 
darted from my young companion's well developed upper limbs to my 
own thin, unimpressive upper arms, causing me to wish I'd chosen a 
long sleeved shirt for the night's outing.  "The coaches 'ave got 
us all working out with the weights now for my swim team.  I guess 
its startin' to produce some results", the pretty, honey blond 12 
year old responded further.  I could feel a flush cross my face at 
this humiliating comparison of my own upper arms' development to 
that of a mere 12 year old girls, less than half my age!

The next weekend, while leisurely romping in the large built-in 
pool of my parent's upper income home, was the next time I 
experienced a humiliating encounter with my young sister's best 
friend. The two of them walked out onto the patio as I dog-paddled 
across the deep end of the pool.  Lorna was wearing a light blue 
one piece bathing suit, which served to highlight the curvaceous 
physique she was starting to develop, as well as the sturdily 
proportioned limbs she already possessed.  Joanie took a position 
on a chase lounge, laughing as Lorna joined me in the pool.  She 
caught up to me in about 4 feet of water, and boldly took my chin 
in her hand and chuckled, "I've been waiting for this opportunity 
for a long time."  With that, to my total shock and amazement, I 
watched the pretty young girl squat down, wrap her arms around my 
midsection and, with no sign of effort, stand back up, lifting me 
off my feet!  I twisted and squirmed, but despite my 
most ardent efforts, could not extract myself from this most 
humiliating hold, by a pretty, young Australian pre-teenage 
blond!!  
Lorna leaned forward and whispered into my ear, "Just wait, mate, 
one of these days I'm gonna get you alone with me.  Then we'll 
'ave some real fun together."  My sister never let that incident 
recede from my memory, bringing it up frequently during Lorna's 
lengthy subsequent departure.

The evening before the last day of her stay that year, Lorna 
somehow enticed me into a playful wrestling match on the grass in 
our backyard in front of my sister.  To my dismay, she had me down 
on my back in no time with Joanie rooting her on, and grabbed my 
wrists and pressed them up over my head, with her sturdy young 
legs wrapped around my waist.  Laughing, Lorna bent down and 
planted a series of kisses on my face and lips, promising, "Next 
time we get together, we're going to have a real fun time, Jimmy."

The last vision I had of Lorna that year was that of her standing 
before me, 12 years old, yet two inches taller and ten pounds 
heavier than me, decked out in a pair of tight, short gym shorts 
which showed off her sturdy young tanned legs, and a white halter 
top, which revealed her small, yet budding young breasts and which 
allowed her to proudly display her firm, muscular upper arms.  
Standing there, posing before me, she reiterated her position that 
someday we would be alone together again, and at that time, there 
would be nothing I could do to keep her from doing whatever she 
chose with me.

I made it a point not to see Lorna off the following morning.  And 
I was very much relieved the following year, to learn that Lorna 
would not be visiting us that year because she had made it to the 
ranks where she would be touring the continent with the swim team 
she had been on for so many years.

If I had my choice, I'd never see Lorna again!  I had a bad enough 
self-image problem with my lack of stature, and the last thing I 
needed was some pretty young blond from half the globe away 
compounding it by blatantly showing off how she was bigger and 
stronger from me.

Joanie spent a good portion of the following year with Lorna in 
her country, and upon her return, was all giggly and excited, the 
first time she had the opportunity to visit with me about the time 
spent in Australia.  " . . . and Lorna can't wait to see you 
again.  That's what she talked about all the time during my stay, 
and next year, she's made arrangements to stay here the full 
school term, just so she can have as much time together with you 
as possible.  Not that I can see what she finds so fascinating 
with a little twerp like you!"  Indeed, even my little sister, 
Joanie, had surpassed me in height this last year.

This was the pits.  Here I was, with a 6'2" and 200 lb. mindset, 
trapped in a 5' 3®", 115 pound body!  I didn't bother to ask, and 
Joanie didn't volunteer, any news about Lorna's physical 
development since I'd seen her last.  Probably, in my mind, I'd 
rationalized that the growth spurt Lorna had been through from the 
time prior to the last visit was it, and she had simply peaked out 
early in life.

I'd all but forgotten about Lorna by the time her next visit came 
around.  Sure, the memories of those last encounters still caused 
a 
pang of humiliation through my body, but that was then and this 
was now.  She was now 14 years old, probably a lanky, gawky teen 
with her head set on MTV, rock music and boys her own age.  It 
didn't even phase me when my step-dad told me I'd be in charge of 
things around the house when Lorna and Joanie were here, as he and 
my mom were taking an extended tour of Europe this summer.

                    *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *

When Lorna finally showed up this year, I experienced the first of 
what I thought would be the shock of my life.  I observed my step-
dad's Mercedes pull into our circular front drive. I watched him 
open the front door, get out and pop the back door open for Joanie 
to exit, followed by her blond Australian buddy.  Jesus Christ, 
Lorna was now taller, much taller, than my step-dad, a stocky six 
footer.  And she was over a head taller than my sister, Joanie, 
who was several inches above me in height, as it was!  In that she 
was wearing a pink, loose fitting, windbreaker-type outfit, I 
couldn't get a view of what type of physique she now possessed, 
but even from this distance I could tell she was, at the least, 
'sturdily proportioned'.

Lorna still maintained the same ponytailed hair style I'd grown 
accustomed to seeing her in, but now her blue eyed facial features 
had evolved from being school girl pretty to cover-girl beautiful.  
My heart pounded with apprehension, knowing I would have to go 
down and welcome the young visitor for her stay at our home.  I 
hesitantly went down the stairs, and stood there as Joanie, my 
stepfather, and the honey blond Australian came through the front 
door. Lorna's eyes lit up in delight at the sight of me, but 
because of our company, she maintained a degree of subdued 
composure.  Holding out her hand she smiled, "How you bin' Jim, 
quite some time since we last acquainted".  I starred up in 
disbelief.  The beautiful 14 year old blond smiling down at me was 
well over a foot taller than me!  When I returned her handshake 
offering, I watched in awe as her large, long fingered right hand 
practically engulfed my own hand!  I felt wobbly, starring up into 
the sparkling blue eyes of this incredibly beautiful young girl, 
the same age as my 14 year old kid sister, yet next to whom I felt 
literally dwarfed, the top of my head being barely level to the 
tips of her broad young shoulders.

That evening, I passed on dinner, feigning a headache.  The 
following day, however, my parents bid us a parting gesture as 
they 
left for their European vacation, admonishing me to remember that 
I would be in charge of the estate for the duration of their 
vacation.  
After they left that morning, I went out to the patio with a cup 
of 
coffee and the newspaper, and settled onto a recliner, facing the 
pool.  But I couldn't relax, a gnawing sense of apprehension and 
anxiety in the pit of my stomach reminded me that I simply could 
not ignore the fact that the 14 year old house guest I found 
myself saddled with, was the same young blond beauty who had took 
such delight in messing with my mind two summers back.

My sense of discomfort proved to be well founded, I was to find 
out shortly enough.  The door leading out to the patio slammed 
shut, and I turned to see Joanie and her friend, Lorna, from 'down 
under' as they say, walking in my direction, both clad in full 
length, terry cloth beach robes.  They stopped in my immediate 
vicinity and looked down at me.  Joanie stood up on her toes, and 
Lorna bent down to listen, as they exchanged a brief whispered 
conversation.  Both girls burst out in hearty laughter at its 
conclusion.  "Come on, Jimmy, let's have a look at you," Lorna 
quipped, as she held out her hand to help me rise to my feet.  I 
stood there with a feeling of emotional devastation.  This 
gorgeous young ponytailed blond stood nearly a foot taller than me 
now!  "Well, I can tell by that expression on your face that 
you're a bit put back by my size", she chuckled. "But look at it 
this way, mate, maybe I'm not that big after all.  I'm just 6'3" 
tall and 190 pounds.  Maybe it's just that you're a particularly 
puny little fella - say what, 5'4" 
and 120 pounds?"  I gulped and flushed at the same time, starring 
up into the crystal blue eyes of this amazingly beautiful 14 year 
old 
Amazon, at least in terms of height, as at this time I'd no way to 
figure out what type of physique she possessed.  "Uh, yeah, that's 
about right," I responded grateful for the near one inch and 8 
pound over-estimation of my actual attributes guessed at by the 
towering young thing before me.  Lorna then bent down, placing her 
hands just above her knees, for support, so that she looked into 
my eyes at an even level, our noses mere inches apart.  I glanced 
down momentarily, toward where her robe's upper section hung down 
enough to reveal the most incredible display of cleavage I'd ever 
seen!  Lorna noticed my glance, tucked the robe back up, then 
waved a finger in front of my face. "Uh-Uh-plenty of time for that 
later, I want to tell you a little story first."  Lorna stood back 
up, folded her arms across her chest and smiled, self-confidently 
and mischievously down at me.  "Y'know, mate, last year when I 
made the national swim team, I was just 'appy as a lark, 'til I 
realized it meant I wouldn't see you that year.  So you know what 
my mum did, bless 'er heart to make up for it? . . . She bought me 
a cute little pet, a koala bear cub, to be exact, and you know 
what I named him?. . . Jimmy! after you. He's so small, cuddly 
and soft, just the way I remembered you."  She held a hand up to 
stifle a short series of giggles. "Course, I'd still, in my mind, 
envisioned you being 'bout my size . . . and now . . . well just 
look at you!  This is just so great, you being so teeny and all 
now!"  Lorna couldn't contain her girlish giggling at her 
amusement with this revelation.

"Okay Dokey, little bud, 'ow 'bout helping me off with this robe 
so 
we can take a dip in your little pool?"  she asked innocently 
enough.  
Lorna unfolded her arms and let them hang at her side.  
Reluctantly, 
yet driven by a sense of intrigued curiosity, I responded to her 
request.  I unfastened the cloth belt wrapping her robe around her 
thin midriff and let it fall to the floor.  Lorna chuckled as I 
gasped loudly, and pushed the top of her robe backward, to watch 
it slide down her incredible physique, revealing her darkly 
tanned, broad shoulders and upper arms, broad tapering chest, 
boasting a pair of perfectly round breasts that any Playboy 
Centerfold model would die for, and a set of long, muscle-packed 
legs connected to her upper torso by a narrow set of girlish hips 
and a washboard rippled abdomen that any professional body-
builder, male or female, would trade a years worth of working out 
for, all of this possessed by a giggling, pony-tailed 14 year old, 
beautiful blond!

I took two steps back, exhaled 'Jesus Christ' under my breath and 
looked up and down at the absolutely incredible physique of this 
beautiful young girl.

Lorna broke into a wide, sparkily-eyed, ear-to-ear grin, and 
chuckled, "Like what you see, Jimmy?"  As she made this statement, 
she slowly cocked her left leg forward pivoting on her toe to show 
off the flaring, rippling muscularity of her lower limbs.  The 
bright pink micro-string bikini she was decked out in was more 
ornamental than functional.  It strained against the top, her firm 
young, yet astoundingly rounded and proportioned breasts pushing 
the sheer fabric to what must have been its absolute limit, its 
lower section, a mere G-string serving only to enhance the 
curving, darkly tanned muscularity of her powerfully proportioned 
thighs, and youthfully slim, yet well muscled hips.

The spunky young Australian beauty made a 180  turn and further 
tensed up, in an effort to proudly demonstrate the other aspects 
of her glistening bronze physique, my eyes first roving over the 
two peaks of her upper arms, their biceps flaring up in 
unbelievable curves as she pressed her fists down as hard as she 
could toward her broad shoulders.  Bands of well-defined muscles 
criss-crossed her wide back, tapering down to her narrow waist as 
she continued her posing.  Her butt jutted out boldly in her 
bikini's brief lower section, but was as firm and muscular as the 
rest of her tight and well-rounded, as if it were made up of a 
bronze bowling ball, split in half.

Lorna's legs, viewed from the rear, were incredible pillars of 
rippling muscularity.  While always well-developed, at least as 
far back as I could recollect, the young blonde's lower limbs now 
demonstrated an amazing degree of definition and muscular 
development, despite the fact that they supported the physique of 
a mere 14 year old girl, albeit, one who possessed a well-defined 
6'3", 190 lb. steel-muscled body, which she was so eagerly willing 
to show off.  Those incredible lower limbs made my own legs look 
like frail bean poles by comparison, and she knew it!

Lorna lowered her arms and turned to face me, again amused by 
the tremendous difference in our respective physiques.

My initial inclination was to remove myself from this embarrassing 
situation as quickly as possible.  Joanie's sarcastic laughter and 
comments further fueled my sense of humiliation at being so 
totally 
outclassed physically by this beautiful blond teenager.  "Jim, you 
should see how puny and small you look compared to Lorna, the top 
of your head doesn't even reach her shoulders, and the way your 
skinny little body looks so pathetic compared to hers, I'll bet 
Lorna's over twice as strong as you now, and she's just a 14 year 
old girl!"  Joanie was taking great pleasure in taunting me about 
how inferior I appeared compared to her young friend.  This was 
her opportunity, I guess, to get even for the years of my 
chauvinistic behavior, which I knew to be a great irritation to 
her.  "Lorna, why don't you take Jim in the pool and show him how 
strong you are now."  Lorna was than happy to comply, and with a 
mischievous smile, took me by the hand and led me to the pool.

We waded out to about the 4 foot deep water level and then Lorna 
turned and faced me, her hands on her hips and a brilliant smile 
crossing her perfectly featured face as she peered down into my 
eyes.  A strong wave of apprehension coursed through my body, 
wondering just what this young Amazon had in mind for me.

Lorna chuckled at my awe-struck expression, my mind still not 
willing to accept the reality of the incredibly muscled, towering 
female physique before my eyes.  "Here, let me show you something, 
Jimmy."  She turned her back to me with her hands at her sides and 
instructed me to place my hands on her upper arms.  With her palms 
held open and facing upward, she slowly raised her upper arms 
until they were parallel to the surface of the water.  This caused 
the already sizable muscles of her upper arms to flair up into 
steel-hard, highly defined curves of chiseled, solid mass, bulging 
under my trembling fingers.  I simply couldn't believe that these 
were the arms of a gorgeous, young 14 year old blond.  After 
allowing me ample time to explore the peaks and curves of her 
solid biceps, Lorna lowered her arms back down, clenched her 
fists, and tensed her arms, causing her powerfully developed 
triceps to bunch up into a series of steel-coiled strands, which I 
found my hands wandering up and down on, in sheer amazement, at 
the incredible muscular development of this young girl.  
Shockingly, I realized that the sensation of exploring the 
extraordinary physical attributes of my young sister's friend was 
causing a buzzing sensation in my loins, as if the aspect of being 
in the presence of this blond Amazon, were somehow physically 
exciting to me.  This was in direct conflict to my sense of 
humiliation at having her so formidably 
outclass me in terms of sheer physical proportions.  This was very 
unsettling, and I removed my hands and began to step away. Lorna, 
however, had more plans for me apparently, as she turned, reached 
out and grabbed my upper arm and pulled me back toward her.  
"What's the matter, Jimmy, cat got your tongue?"  I heard myself 
stammering, "Lorna, you're so . . . I mean how did you get . . ."  
She laughed, cutting off my response, then went on to tell me how 
shortly after her last stay here she started an intense weight 
training program as a result of being picked to be a member of her 
national swimming team.  "I started getting all these nice 
compliments about my shape and soon I realized that what I wanted 
more than anything else was to be a champion-level body-builder.  
It's very popular in my country, ya know. 'Course, I'll be needing 
to wait a few years before I can compete in contests, but when I 
do, I'll bet I start pulling down the prizes, don't you?"  Lorna 
raised her arms and flexed up her two incredibly proportioned 
biceps, as if to emphasize her point.  I couldn't believe what was 
happening.  Here I was starring up into the sparkling blue eyes of 
a dazzling young 14 year old blond who stood a foot taller than me 
and was proudly showing off an amazingly developed body builder's 
physique, rippling with tan, glistening muscles.  Lorna then 
lowered her arms, squatted down and clamped them around my thighs, 
pressing me firmly against her powerful torso.  Then, without the 
slightest hint of effort, she stood back up, lifting me several 
feet off the pool's surface in the process.  "Jimmy, you're as 
light as a sack full of feathers", she chuckled in that lilting 
Australian outback accent.  Then, cracking into a broad smile, she 
bounced me up and down in her arms as if I were a small child and 
looking up at me, added, "Jimmy, you and I are gonna have just a 
great time together this year, just you wait and see!"  By now, 
Joanie had joined us in the pool and was laughing hysterically. 
Lorna smiled down at her and asked what was so funny.  
"Oh, it's just that Jim looks so scared and helpless with you 
holding 
him like that, it's so funny", responded my sister.  "Oh, this is 
nothing," answered Lorna excitedly. "Would you like me to show you 
some really cool lifts?  I'm sure little Jimmy here wouldn't mind, 
would you?" she asked, smiling mischievously up into my eyes.  
"Lorna, come on, put me down. Please?"  I could feel myself 
blushing with embarrassment as I attempted to squirm my way out of 
the hold she had on me, but my efforts were futile and only 
resulted in Lorna having an opportunity to further demonstrate the 
pleasure she took in being so much bigger and stronger than me 
now.  She let me slide down enough so that she now held me with 
her arms wrapped around my waist, just below my rib cage.  "Jimmy, 
I don't want to hurt you, but there's something I think we need to 
get straight right now," I 
gulped loudly as I watched her shoot a wink in the direction of 
Joanie.  Slowly, Lorna's muscular arms started to tighten around 
my 
midsection.  I could feel her sizable, peaked biceps pressing 
against my sides, while at the same time, her steel hard forearms 
crushed in 
against my back.  Soon, I was squirming and wriggling in her 
crushing embrace, and verbally pleading with her to be released.  
She smiled into my panic-struck eyes, "There, see what I mean, 
Jimmy?  I'm not even squeezing you hard yet, but you're 
practically screaming and crying like a little baby.  Imagine what 
it would be like if I really wanted to do some damage to your 
teeny little body!"  She relaxed her grasp somewhat, relieving the  
unbelievable pressure she was inflicting on my midsection, but 
continued to hold me pressed against her, my feet dangling a foot 
or more above the floor of the pool, and Lorna's firm, well-
developed young breasts pressed firmly against my chest.  "Now, 
back to what I was saying. I've already chatted with Joanie, and 
she says it's perfectly O.K. with her for what I have planned for 
you during my visit, isn't that right Joanie?"  I turned to see 
Joanie nodding enthusiastically, holding her hand to her mouth to 
stifle another round 
of giggles.  I turned back to look into the face of this 
strikingly 
beautiful young blond, who was so effortlessly holding me 
helplessly in her powerfully muscled arms.

With a broad grin, Lorna moved her hands up to under my 
armpits, and slowly proceeded to hold me up and out in front of 
her.  I stared down at the rippling waves of muscle across her 
powerful shoulders and upper arms flexing up with this lift.  
Giggling and starring straight into my eyes, she stated matter-of-
factly, "I've waited two years for this moment, Jimmy . . . For as 
far back as I can remember I've always wanted one thing, to have 
you all to myself, to be my little pet!  And from this moment 
forward, that's just what you are!"  She drew me toward her, 
shocked me by planting a hard kiss on my mouth, then slowly raised 
me back out and up, until she held me straight overhead, to the 
delighted laughter of my little sister.  The smiling blond Amazon 
then slowly lowered and raised me back up several times as a 
demonstration of her incredible physical strength.  Lorna then 
gathered me in her arms, any thought of resistance on my part now 
chilled by the prospect of a repeat of the crushing bear hug she 
had subjected me to earlier.  With one hand firmly clenching my 
butt, and the other supporting my upper back, she held me straight 
out, just above the surface of the water. "Watch, Joanie, these 
are called curls.  Great for the old biceps!"  Lorna proceeded to 
raise and 
lower me a half dozen times, as if I were a workout barbell.  
Then, as if performing an encore to her routine, the sturdy young 
teenage 
beauty slowly raised me up until I was held, parallel to the 
ground, 
almost 8 feet in the air, straight above her head.  "See, Joanie, 
didn't I tell you this would be so cool?"  I heard her proudly 
state to my sister.  "Oh, wow, Lorna, that is so awesome!  I can't 
wait till the party, can you?"  Lorna only chuckled for an answer, 
but despite my present mental state at what she was currently 
putting me through, that comment sent another wave of apprehension 
through my system.  Finally Lorna lowered me into her arms, waded 
over to the side of the pool and lifted me out placing me on the 
deck.  "You can run along for now, Jimmy, but don't forget how 
things are going to be from now on around here."  Before I could 
scoot back out of her reach, she reached between my legs and gave 
me a playful squeeze on my crotch.  I bolted to my feet, turned 
and left in a flush of embarrassment, to the sound of the hearty 
laughter of the two girls in the pool.

 I thanked the powers that be, when Joanie knocked on my door 
and shouted into my room that she and Lorna were going shopping, 
and then to a pool party at a friend's house, and probably 
wouldn't be back until late that evening, I felt as if I'd been 
given a reprieve for, at least, the rest of the day, not having to 
face any further humiliating treatment at the hands of the 
beautiful 14 year old Amazon blond, who, only a few years before 
was nothing more than a pesky nuisance.

It was now well after midnight, yet I couldn't drift off to sleep.  
The events of the day where just two intense and too troublesome 
to keep them from flashing back time and time after, across my 
mind.  Finally, after what seemed an endless period of tossing and 
turning, trying to fall asleep, I rose up, got out of bed and 
turned on the shower, I glanced at my alarm clock and it read 
almost 1:00 a.m.  With only the illumination of the T.V. from my 
bedroom providing a slight degree of vision in the bathroom, I 
dropped my robe and stepped into the steamy shower stall.  I was 
finally experiencing a sense of relaxation, for the first time in 
24 hours, ever since my first re-acquaintance with the now 
towering and amazingly physiqued young Australian Amazon, I was 
doing the best I could to get it out of my mind.

As I relaxed in the steamy mist, slowly lathering myself with 
soap, 
I realized my mind was retracing the events of the day.  How 
humiliated I was at the way I was handled by my kid sister's 14 
year 
old best friend.  The sense of total helplessness I experienced 
when she was using me as a human dumbbell to show off her 
incredible physical strength, and yet the confusing . . . 
disturbing . . . sense of arousal . . . caused by my physical 
contact with her muscular, yet curvy and perfectly proportioned 
young body.  I found myself lathering my own crotch and developing 
an erection, I pulled my hand away, and forced the mental picture 
of Lorna, standing before me in that tiny bikini, her glistening 
muscles rippling across her 6'3" frame from my mind.  That was it!  
I thought to myself, tomorrow Lorna gets a stern lecture, she goes 
her way and I go mine, no more of this 'pet stuff', she's just a 
14 year old kid, and I'm an adult man . . . This sick relationship 
was coming to a quick end.  I felt my self-confidence grow with 
this new mental conclusion.  Unfortunately, this newly developed 
state of mind turned out to be very short lived.

A momentary darkening of the shower stall occurred as a figure 
crossed the screen of my T.V. set, temporarily darkening its 
illumination.  Then, my heart jumped three beats, as the door to 
the 
shower stall slid open and a towering silhouette appeared before 
my 
eyes.  With a slurred giggle, I heard that familiar accent invade 
my 
privacy, "Mind if I join you, mate?"  Boldly, Lorna stepped into 
my 
shower stall, sliding the glass door back shut behind her.  "Phew, 
those wine coolers you Yanks have can put your head into a buzz", 
she giggled.  In the dimness, I could tell she was wearing a 
white, or yellow tiny string bikini, very tiny!  "Yuk . . . why do 
you Americans use so much of that sticky chlorine in your pool 
water?  This is just what I need, a nice hot shower."  She turned 
and looked down at me.  "You don't mind, do you Jimmy?"  My hands 
shot down instinctively to cover my naked crotch.  "Lorna, please!  
I hissed . . . You can have the shower to yourself, just let me 
out of here!"  She only laughed at this, placing a hand on my 
chest, she pushed me back against the tile walled side of the 
stall, and chuckled, "Oh, come on, mate, that wouldn't be too much 
fun, would it?"  Lorna pressed herself up against me, her sturdy 
young breasts nestled just below my chin, a single, 
steel-hard and sizably muscled thigh pressed firmly between my 
trembling legs, wedged tightly against my naked crotch.  My hands 
moved up to her upper arms in an effort to push her away from me.  
Lorna's response was to chuckle, and place her hands against the 
tile wall at my sides, causing the sizable muscles of her upper 
arms to coil up into twin peaks of rippling definition under my 
hands, as if to send an unspoken message as the futility of any 
efforts on my part to escape this most humiliating situation.

The combined aspects of the dark, my nakedness, and the confined 
environment of the enclosed shower stall all caused me to 
experience a sense of total helplessness and apprehension in the 
presence of the striking young muscular blond towering above me.  
Lorna's comments from earlier that day continued to ring in my 
mind.  Just what did she mean, my being her 'little pet' as she 
put it.  As if reading my mind, Lorna smiled down at me and 
reached up to unfasten the clip holding her blond hair in her 
trademark ponytail.  "O.K., Jimmy, what's with that frightened 
little look across your face?"  She took my chin in her left hand 
and tilted my head up to look me in the eyes.  "Didn't I tell you 
that you're my little pet now?  I wouldn't do anything to hurt 
you!"  Then, with a mischievous grin crossing her perfectly 
featured face, she added, as her hands went to my armpits and she 
pushed me up the 
wall, holding me there with my feet dangling two feet from the 
floor, "Course, that's as long as you behave yourself."  My heart 
was pounding so hard, I could practically hear it. "Please Lorna 
... what do you want from me?"  I heard myself pleading.  Her 
response was a delighted chuckle, "Well for starters, how 'bout 
helping me out with a shampoo?"  She drew me toward her and 
maneuvered me so that she now held me against her, my legs draped 
around her youthfully trim hips, her arms supporting me below the 
butt, and my naked crotch pressed firmly into her rippling lower 
abdomen.  She turned and let the steamy water flowing from the 
showerhead soak her blond hair.  Supporting me easily with just 
one arm now, she reached for the bottle of shampoo on the wall 
hanger and handed it to me.  With trembling hands, I opened its 
top, squirted some into my hands and hesitantly reached up and 
began massaging it into her wet hair.  Lorna returned the shampoo 
bottle to the shelf and smiled, watched my expression intently as 
I continued my chore in this preposterous position.  Unbelievably, 
despite the sense of  humiliation I was experiencing at 
the aspect of being so controlled and overwhelmed by this bold 
young beauty, I realized I was developing an increasing level of 
physical stimulation at the sensation of being held naked against 
her incredibly proportioned physique.  I could feel my penis 
stiffening, despite my best mental efforts to maintain control of 
it.  As I completed the lathering of her long tresses, Lorna 
closed her eyes and let the shower stream rinse the shampoo from 
her hair.  Then smiling, with a very amused expression, said "It 
feels like your little willy's enjoying this Jimmy.  But don't 
worry, he'll be getting plenty of attention soon enough!"  Oh no, 
what now?  I thought to myself.  It was bad enough having this 
gorgeous young Amazon delight in demonstrations of her superior 
physical size and strength over me, but now she was boldly hinting 
at her intentions of taking her physical control over me to a much 
more intimate level!  "O.K. I'm done Lorna, can I go now? . . . 
Please?"  I flushed at the whining, pleading tone of my own voice.  
"Oh, no you're not Jimmy," she lowered me down to my now wobbly 
legs. "You've still got to give me a nice soaping up", and with 
that she handed the bar of soap to me and stood with her hands on 
her hips smiling down into my eyes as the stream of hot water 
coursed down over her broad shoulders and wide, powerfully muscled 
back.  As I obediently began to lather the soap onto her amazing 
body, Lorna flexed up or tightened each muscle group my hands were 
on, to proudly allow me to explore and experience the incredible 
development of her muscular physique.  When my hands hesitated 
just below her shoulders, Lorna laughed, took my wrists in her 
hands and inhaled deeply, expanding out her already boldly jutting 
chest, and directed my hands across its amazing peaks and curves. 
When my 
hands reached her lower limbs, she proudly flexed them as my hands 
experienced the steel-like muscles dancing across her sturdy 
thighs and calves.  Finally, I was through.  And as Lorna turned 
to let the spray rinse the soapy lather from her body, I attempted 
to slip open the sliding glass door and exit the shower stall.  A 
strong hand shot out and grabbed my upper left arm, the long 
fingers nearly encircling it.  "Not so fast, Jimmy, now its my 
turn to do the sudsying!"  She steered me toward the center of the 
stall lathered up her hands and with an expression revealing the 
enjoyment she was experiencing in this most current of her 
demonstrations of the control she had over me, began to apply the 
soapy lotion to my upper torso.  She worked her way down, until 
she knelt down on one knee to apply the soap to my trembling lower 
limbs.  Finally with my legs, which she jokingly referred to as 
'skinny little toothpicks', Lorna applied a second application of 
soap to 
her strong hands, then brushed my hands away from my crotch where 
I held them attempting to conceal my nakedness.  "O.K." she 
chuckled excitedly.  "Now little willy here's going to get some 
extra special attention."  I moaned loudly, and closed my eyes as 
one long fingered hand cupped and began to playfully massage my 
now aching testicles.  With the thumb and forefinger of her right 
hand, she gently tugged and twisted my placid, but now vibrating 
rod.  "Such a teensy little fella, you've got here Jimmy.  What's 
the matter, doesn't he get any exercise?" Lorna laughed loudly at 
her own spontaneous joke and continued her manual invasion of my 
private parts.  "Lorna  . . . please, you've got to stop this.  
You're . . . I mean, . . . I'm . . ." she cut my stammering off 
mid-section. "What's the matter Jimmy?  You're shaking like a baby 
bird.  But little willy here seems to be enjoying himself.  Look 
how nice and stiff 'es gettin'."  Indeed, my member was now rigid 
and pulsating in her long fingered embrace.  I started to stiffen 
from head to toe and spasm as the beautiful young blond continued 
manipulating my organ.  Sensing that I was close to not being able 
to contain myself any longer, she squeezed the tip of my rod 
between her thumb and forefinger hard enough to delay my 
inevitable explosion.  "Calm down, mate . . . I'll not have you 
spunkin's off on me here in the dark, this is something I want to 
watch, being its our first 
time and all."  Lorna released my aching member and stood up, 
stepping behind me.  I felt two strong hands grasp my thighs in a 
steel-like grip, and then I was hoisted upward, in the direction 
of the shower nozzle, as Lorna held me up to allow the spray to 
rinse me of the soapy lather she had earlier applied.  She then 
positioned me across her left hip and held me there with just one 
arm, as she turned off the shower, slid the door open and then 
reaching for a towel, carried me over to my bedroom, placing me 
next to my bed where she sat down in front of me to slowly towel 
me off, spending enough time on my crotch that I felt my penis 
spring back to attention under the cotton towelled fondling she 
was applying to it.  Finished, and with a delighted smile, she 
pulled me up onto her legs, then pulled over her small purse and 
retrieved a small tube. "Cannaberry lotion, it's a great skin 
cream", she chirped, then applied a portion of it to her hands.  
The T.V.'s illumination was much brighter here and as Lorna 
reached down and spread my thighs apart, she chuckled in delight, 
"Well, this 
is much better, where is my little friend?"  With that, she slid 
one hand under my butt, clasping my nuts firmly, and with me now 
resting on her strong forearm, her right hand came from the front 
and began to apply the lubricating cream to my now stiffening 
member.  My breathing and heart rate grew faster and faster, as 
her long fingers worked over my rod and nutsack.  "Oh, Lorna," I 
pleaded, "Please   . . you don't know what you're doing to me."  
She only chuckled as a response, and continued to smile down at my 
exposed privates, until the massaging action of her strong hands 
accomplished her intentions and in a series of jerking tremors, I 
groaningly shot the most powerful ejaculation I'd ever 
experienced, finally collapsing into her strong arms, nearly 
passed out.  "All righty, matey, didn't I tell you we would have 
great fun together!" she shouted delightedly.  Finally she rose 
up, placed me on my bed and then tossed the towel across my loins 
to allow me to clean myself off.  "That was really fun, Jimmy.  I 
think I'll 
make this showering together a nightly routine."  Then bending 
down, she planted a long kiss on my lips, and smiled into my eyes.  
"I don't know about you Jimmy, but this was one of the funnest 
nights of my life."   With a bubbly, "G'night, mate," she turned 
and was gone.

My pulse continued to race.  The effect that this beautiful honey 
blond teenager, with her amazingly muscled 6'3", 190 lb. perfectly 
proportioned physique was totally unsettling.  The way  she took 
such a delighted sense of amusement in demonstrating her total 
physical superiority over me, showing off those sinewy muscles, 
lifting me off my feet with such effortless motions, and now, 
literally raping me with her strong hands and fingers.  This was 
too much for me to take in,  in one single evening.  The issue 
here was power.  And it was clear that this young Australian 
Amazon was fully convinced of her total control and power over me, 
an adult male.  Somehow, I had to find a way to extract myself 
from this humiliating ordeal.  But how?  But then, after what 
seemed like hours of starring blankly up at the ceiling, the 
solution to the problem suddenly came to mind, like a light bulb 
going off in my head!  With a muffled laugh, I rolled over, 
finally being able 
to doze off, knowing that Lorna's reign of terror over me would 
come to an abrupt end.  Tomorrow!

The next morning I awakened with a new and self-confident 
perspective as to the future circumstances between myself and 
Lorna.  Even the sight of her, as I walked into the kitchen to 
make a cup of coffee, now no longer caused the level of 
apprehension it had before I came up with my foolproof plan.  Not 
only to stymie any thoughts she might have of future mischief with 
me, but as revenge for how she had so humiliated me during the 
beginning of her stay here!

"So, Jim, are you gonna join us for our party tonight?  Lorna and 
I 
are having about six of my friends from school over, starting 
about 4 o'clock.  And Lorna's gonna give us a body-building and 
weight lifting show!  Can you make it?" asked Joanie.  "Sure, I'll 
be there, I can't wait," I responded with a sense of excitement of 
how things will turn out as the pieces fell together in my mind as 
to what I had planned for the event.  "In fact, I may even bring a 
friend of mine along."

Right after breakfast, I made a quick phone call to the person I 
needed to put my plan for dealing with that tall Australian 
teenager in place.  "That's great!" I said to Bob on the phone.  
"I'll be right over to fill you in on the details."  I hung up, 
grabbed my car keys and left.

Bob Hogan was the dock foreman at my dad's business. I've 
known him for years, from working at the plant during my school 
break, to as my dad said, 'get my hands dirty', so as to know its 
operation for when I graduated and joined onto its management 
team.  He was a huge, bully of a man, standing 6'3" tall and 
weighing at least 250 pounds.  Bob, in his early to mid 40's was 
an ex-army sergeant, and had worked at my step-dad's plant about 
15 years.  He was the ultimate male chauvinist, with a real 
attitude toward the opposite sex, so I knew he was the perfect 
candidate for the mission I had in mind.  Besides, he was a real 
ass-suck in terms of business, and even though I knew he had no 
real respect for me personally, I knew that my being the only son 
of the company's owner, would result in his full agreement to go 
along with my plans.

"... So let me get this straight," he inquired scratching his 
stubble, 
lantern-shaped jaw.  "You got this 'woman problem' thing you want 
me to help you out with, and it means I need to come over and 
rough-up some high school girl?  No, no, let me explain, again", I 
responded, looking across his cheap kitchen table in the trailer 
home he resided.  "I just want you to help me teach her who the 
'weaker-sex' is . . . she's just got this chip on her shoulder 
because she's so big for her age.  Just do whatever it takes to 
teach her some respect is all I'm asking.  Believe me, my dad will 
get the word as to who our friends are."  That was all it took.  
He stood up, patted me on the back and replied, "Don't worry, 
little buddy, consider it done."  I breathed a sigh of relief that 
Bob didn't prod too deeply into the reasons behind my peculiar 
request.  We quickly hammered out the tactical aspects of the 
arrangements, agreeing that I'd pick him up an hour or so before 
the party, go have a few beers, then show up just as the party was 
starting. 

My mind was in a state of exhilaration as we pulled into my 
parents spacious, circular drive.  "Sheesh . . . so this is how 
the upper crust lives?" quoted my large companion, looking around 
our 
expansive estate.  But then he added, "But what the fuck?  Just 
show me this little girlfriend of yours, and I'll knock some sense 
into her real quick."  I cleared my throat and responded, "Yeah, 
but Bob, there's something you need to know.  She's big, real big, 
and very strong, I don't think you should take this too lightly."  
He sneered at me with a look of abject disdain.  "Hey, maybe a 
little twerp like you can't handle your women . . . but to me, a 
babe's a babe . . . and they always get what's coming to 'em."  He 
slung his fingers together and cracked his knuckles.  "Come on, 
let's go have some fun", he concluded as he crushed a beer can in 
his porky hand and tossed it over his shoulder into the back seat.  
We exited the Mercedes and headed out toward the back, where we 
could hear loud rock music blaring on the outdoor stereo system.

We approached the pool area, and I spied Joanie sitting in a 
lounge 
chair, with a half dozen of her friends, yacking rapidly like all 
teenage girls do.  When Joanie saw us approaching, she stopped 
mid-sentence, and starring at Bob, hissed at me, "What the hell is 
he doing here?" I grinned back at her "Don't worry, Sis, you're 
gonna find out soon enough!" Lorna was nowhere in sight, yet I was 
already gloating with excitement at what I expected to transpire 
very shortly.  Soon enough, Lorna exited the back door from the 
house and crossed the grass in the direction of where Bob and I 
stood.  "Hello, Jimmy, 'how 'bout introducing me to your friend 
here," she inquired brightly, as she stood facing Bob, smiling 
into his eyes.  She was wearing a full length robe, so Bob had no 
way to size up her physique.  But he was obviously surprised at 
her imposing height, just a shade taller than his own imposing 
6'3" frame.  He shot a quick glance in my direction.  "Sheesh, 
you're right, she is a big girl."  Then in a hushed whisper, "and 
why 
didn't you tell me she was such a knockout?" referring to Lorna's 
blond trussed, cover-girl perfect blue-eyed facial features, "Um . 
. . uh . . . this is my friend Bob," I responded, sensing a slight 
deflation of the cocky self-confidence levels I'd developed over 
the last 24 hours.  But then, I brought my thought together.  He's 
over 60 pounds bigger than Lorna, and a burley, middle aged blue 
collar type, he could wipe the floor with this 14 year old girl, I 
rationalized, re-inflating my own self-confidence levels.  Then, 
with a cocky smile crossing my face, I continued, "and . . . he's 
here to teach you some manners, young lady."

"That's right, blue-eyes", Bob interjected, stepping up to stand 
nose-to-nose with the beautiful young Australian.  "I hear you 
need a little re-education about who the weaker sex is, and how to 
behave like a little lady.  Well, here's lesson number one!"  With 
that, Bob balled up his beefy right fist, cocked his arm back and 
shot a powerful, pile-driver of a punch into Lorna's robe covered 
midsection.  Joanie, along with several of her girlfriends gasped 
audibly as they watched Lorna double over from the blow, her arms 
wrapping around her stomach as she fell to her knees, her chin, 
pressed down to her chest.  With a smirking grin, Bob stepped over 
to her side, raised his right leg and, with his foot, pushed Lorna 
over so that she lay on the ground curled up in a fetal position.  
Laughing loudly, Bob stood over his victim like a prize fighter 
over a defeated opponent.  He nudged Lorna's back with his foot, 
"Any of this sinking in yet, blondie?" he growled menacingly.  My 
heart pounded with delighted excitement, everything was going just 
perfect.  "Payback's a bitch, isn't it?" I heard myself chuckling 
aloud.  Joanie ran toward her prone friend, "You 
scuzbags," she hissed in our direction as she knelt down next to 
Lorna, who, because her back was to me, I couldn't even tell if 
she was still conscious.  But then Joanie rose back to her feet, 
with a smile appearing on her face.  Soon enough, I saw the reason 
for that reaction.  Lorna rolled to her opposite side to look up 
at Bob and me.  Propping herself up on her elbow, she was 
sporting, to my absolute shock, a broad, amused looking grin 
across her beautiful face.  "That's quite a nice uppercut you got 
there, Bob.  Caught me off guard and even knocked the wind a bit 
from me, not too bad for an old man!"  Bob and I both stood there 
hang-jawed as Lorna rose, a self-assured smile on her face, back 
to her feet.  "Tell you what, mate.  I'm gonna let you have 
another shot.  Maybe you can put a bit more into this time, eh?" 
she was actually taunting the huge man!

Lorna reached down, and unfastened the robe's belt, then wriggled 
out of the robe, tossing it over to an empty lounge chair.  "Holy 
Shit!"  I heard Bob gasp under this breath at the sight of the 
beautiful teenage blonde's darkly tanned, incredibly muscled 
physique, decked out in a tiny day-glow yellow string bikini.  
Lorna giggled with outright amusement at Bob's bewildered 
expression.  She positioned herself in front of her burly 
opponent, patted her taunt tummy, then placing her hands behind 
her back offered, "O.K., big fella, let's see what you've got!"  
Bob Hogan blinked in disbelief.  He had just delivered a crushing 
gut-punch to this stunning, statuesque blond, a mere 14 year old 
girl, at that.  A blow that had put many a grown man into the 
hospital over the years.  And here she was, moments later, 
behaving like it was nothing more than a friendly pat, and daring 
him to try it again!  Bob balled his fist up again, and as he did 
so, I noticed Lorna's tensing up of the waves of washboard-like 
bands of muscle protecting 
her midsection.  The force of Bob's next punch caused Lorna to 
back-step several paces to maintain her balance, but her hands 
never left her back, and her face maintained her amused smile.  
Lorna laughed at both Bob's and my own awe-struck faces.  Rubbing 
the center of her abdomen where Bob's fist had just impacted, she 
quipped "Not too bad . . . but nothing like the force Bucky can 
plow into a bloke with, he's a two year old ram on my dad and 
mum's sheep ranch.  We keep-'im as a pet now, and he grew up 
trying to knock me silly by charging me and ramming me with his 
head, and believe me, at sometimes he still catches me off-guard 
and knocks me silly.  But I can still stand up to him, and at 400 
pounds, I hate to say, Bob, he packs quite a bit more of a wallop 
than you'll ever have!!  Boldly, Lorna stepped up to Bob, 
who was still standing with a dumb struck expression, and brushed 
the back of her hand against the stubble of his left cheek.  "But, 
I'll bet you still consider yourself a real manly bloke, Bob, got 
any other tricks you might want to try with me?"  Before he could 
usher a response, she challenged, "I know, how 'bout just a plain 
old-fashioned arm wrestle?"  "Uh, yeah, sure," the big man 
replied.  "Where?"  His expression had changed from cocky self-
assurance to one of cautious curiosity.  Lorna gestured for him to 
join her at the picnic table, placed her left elbow on the table 
and held her hand up for him to grasp in a like positioned stance.  
"From your punches, I guess you to be a lefty. Is that true?"  Bob 
nodded, silently.  "Well, I'm not . . . but no mind, let's give 
'er a go anyway, what say?"

As they locked hands I noticed that Bob's upper arm appeared 
somewhat bigger than Lorna's, but while his was layered with some 
fat, contributing to its sizable bulk, Lorna's upper arm appeared 
rock-hard solid, her impressively perked bicep flaring up at the 
start of the contest.  I knew for a fact that Bob prided himself 
with his arm wrestling prowess, having won many a round of drinks 
by winning bar room and pool hall matches.

But now, I found myself observing an impossible scene!  This 250 
pound bull of a man, who had the reputation of being one of the 
toughest, meanest guys in town, was gritting his teeth, and 
starring in bug-eyed disbelief into the face of a strikingly 
beautiful 14 year old ponytailed blond, who was grinning with 
delight as the tan, glistening muscles of her left arm rippled 
with the effort of slowly driving Bob's hand down toward the 
surface of the table.  When Bob's hand clunked down on the table's 
wooden surface, Joanie, along with the rest of Lorna's young 
girlfriends, burst into a round of loud cheering and applause.  I 
couldn't tell if the beet-red flush crossing Bob's face was the 
result of the effort of the arm-wrestling match he'd just lost, or 
the embarrassment of losing a test of physical strength to a 
pretty teenage girl, compounded by the jeering hoots and laughter 
of her onlooking young friends.  But he flew into an absolute 
rage!  "You little bitch, I don't know what kind of tricks you're 
playing, but you're about to get your cute little ass kicked all 
over this yard!"  With surprising speed for such a large man, Bob 
leaped from his chair, and with both hands 
grabbed, and yanked back Lorna's ponytail with such force that it 
flung her backward off the bench she was sitting on, to slam flat 
onto her back on the grass.  He raised his right leg up as if he 
were about to stomp his foot down on Lorna's stomach, but she saw 
it coming, grabbed the bottom of his foot and shoved him back, 
giving her enough time to roll over and spring back to her feet.  
Rubbing the back of her head where her ponytail was connected, 
Lorna starred at Bob, "Ouch! that really hurt you big bloke, 
you're right about some ass-kicking about to go on around here.  
What say we have a little go round!!"  Then she turned and pointed 
a finger at me.  "And you . . . little pet, you're in for a little 
surprise yourself as soon as I'm done with your big monkey of a 
friend, here."  But then the stern look on her face changed to a 
mischievous smile and she winked and blew a kiss in my direction, 
before turning back to face off with Bob.  I couldn't believe the 
level of self-assured confidence being demonstrated by this 
teenage blond beauty who was squaring off to physically engage in 
a fight with a hulking 250 pound adult man!

Like a raging bull, Bob charged at his young adversary, his left 
arm 
cocked up, and his fist balled, intending to land a single, 
devastating 
blow to Lorna's chin.  My heart leaped with excitement, this was 
it!  I thought, he'd conk her out and that would be the end of it.  
But, to my dismay, that's not how it turned out.  Instead, Lorna's 
right hand shot up, caught Bob's wrist, and with a slight shuffle, 
she was behind him, her right hand now twisting Bob's arm up and 
back, her left arm wrapped firmly around his throat, holding him 
in place.  Slowly, Lorna twisted and turned Bob's left arm up and 
behind him, until tears started to well up in his eyes, and he 
blurted out in a dismayed voice, "Please, you're gonna break my 
arm!"  Lorna snorted a chuckle in response, "Don't worry mate, I 
won't break it, maybe a major dislocation, but no broken bones for 
you this time."  She let his now useless left arm fall limply down 
to his side.  But, as soon as she released him, Bob took another 
swing at Lorna's face with his still functional right arm.  Lorna 
ducked this blow as easily as Bob's first attempt to floor her, 
grabbed that arm and repeated her process of nearly dislocating it 
from his shoulder, smiling with delight at being able to so easily 
out-muscle this large adult male.  I stared in awe-struck 
disbelief as the beautiful young blond continued her onslaught, 
the bronze muscles of her powerful frame dancing and rippling in 
the process.  Tears were now 
welling down Bob Hogans face, his two beefy arms twisted and bent 
into useless, pain-throbbing appendages.  

From behind him, Lorna wrapped her long arms around Bob's 
waist, and locking her wrists, leaned back, hoisting his 250 
pounds up off the grass.  She smiled proudly as her young friends 
let loose with another round of applause and cheers, delighted 
with the spectacle of watching one of their own so easily 
dominating, in terms of sheer physical strength, her superiority 
over this large man.  The glistening muscles of Lorna's long, 
tanned lower limbs sprang out in ridges of steel-like definition 
in response to the 250 pound load they were now supporting, while 
at the same time, the muscles in the young teen's powerful arms 
coiled up like bands of steel, as she began applying a crushing 
bear hug to her now near-defeated foe, who was now squirming 
feebly and begging for relief.  "Oh . . . please . . . anything, 
you're gonna crush me to death," Bob wailed, his feet flailing 
uselessly in the air.  

Finally, as she sensed he could take no more of her crushing 
embrace without passing out, Lorna lowered Bob to the grass, face 
up and pulling his throbbing damaged arms over his head, straddled 
him, sitting down on his chest.  She asked one of her friends to 
hand her a bottle of pop, then, holding his mouth open with one 
hand, poured it down, causing Bob to gag and choke, and further 
beg and plead for this unexpected ordeal to come to an end.  "O.K. 
mister big shot, are you ready to admit your defeat?"  When Bob 
didn't respond quick enough for her liking, Lorna reached back and 
applied a painful squeeze to his crotch, resulting in his 
convulsing, but blurting out the admission of defeat she was 
fishing for.  Lorna reached out, playfully tweaked the blathering 
man's nose, then leaped to her feet, and with youthful enthusiasm, 
performed a brief victory dance, before walking over to her 
defeated opponent and placing one foot on his chest.  Looking 
directly into my eyes, she stated in a sarcastic, teasing tone, 
"Well, what do you say girls . . . don't we want to thank little 
Jimmy here for bringing his friend over to give us an educational 
update in defining the term 'The Weaker Sex?'"  

The girls burst into a round of cheering, hooting laughter as I 
felt 
my cheeks flush and my stomach knot up.  Lorna began walking in my 
direction, the expression of her face evidencing the fact that she 
was literally bursting with pride at the outcome of her match of 
strength with the man I'd brought over for the purpose of 
humiliating and teaching her a lesson. 

She now stood towering above me, her recent demonstration of 
being able to over-power a man over twice my size adding another 
level to the sense of intimidation I experienced at her formidable 
size and incredible physical strength.  I couldn't shake the 
humiliating sensation of feeling so totally small and helpless in 
the presence of this pretty, blond 14 year old school girl, merely 
half my age!  I think Lorna could almost sense my thoughts.  

She straightened up to full height, towering a foot taller than me 
and took my hand and placed it on her right bicep, slowly flexing 
it up to its rock-hard peaked expanse.  "Well, Jimmy, do we still 
have any confusion as to who the weaker sex is around here now?"  
I starred up into her sparkling blue eyes, so dumb struck and 
trembling with fear that I was speechless.  She giggled at my 
expression, then took my chin in her hand, "You can take your chum 
there home, that is if he can make it to the car.  But as soon as 
you're done, I want to see you back here at the party.  You've got 
a bit of explaining to do, my little pet."

Bob was able to make it to the car, and in dead silence, I began 
driving toward the freeway to head toward his home.  Finally, I 
had to say something.  "Shit, Bob, I'm really sorry.  I mean I 
just had no idea she was so . . . you know, strong??"  Bob was now 
just barely able to raise his hands enough to rub his aching 
shoulders.  He glared into my face, "One word about this and 
you're history, and I don't care if it costs me my job!  Jesus! I 
can't believe it!  I haven't lost a fight in 10 years, and here I 
just got my ass kicked by some ponytailed 14 year old girl!  What 
the hell do you think they put in the water down there in 
Australia, anyhow?"  I could tell his ego was as bruised as his 
body.  He continued rambling, maybe to get the shock and 
humiliation of what he'd just been through somewhat out of his 
system.  "You've got yourself a real problem there pal, that gal's 
gonna do whatever she wants with whoever she wants, jeez, her 
size, and those muscles!  For a minute back there I thought she 
was gonna break me in half!"  I thanked and then apologized again 
to the physically and mentally devastated Bob Hogan, as I dropped 
him off at his trailer park, and assured him that no one would 
ever hear a word of what had happened to him today.

As instructed, I returned back to the party, hoping that Lorna 
would let the whole incident slide.  As I entered the yard, the 
first 
thing I noticed was the silence, no loud rock music, no laughter, 
no 
buzzing chattering from the gaggle of teenage girls.  Only a 
hastily 
scrawled note held in place on the picnic table under a glass of 
now 
warm iced tea.  It was from Joanie, advising me the group of girls 
got a last minute chance to attend a rock concert, with some band 
playing whose name I couldn't make out, and didn't really care to 
know.  It was the last sentence of that note that caused my alarm.  
" . . . and we're going to resume our party tomorrow night, and 
Lorna told me to tell you that you had better not make any other 
plans for that evening!"  I exhaled a major sigh of relief at the 
brief respite granted by this unexpected departure of the young 
Australian Amazon who was taking such pleasure in making my life 
so miserable. 

The majority of the following day went along uneventfully as 
Joanie and Lorna first went to the beach, and then made an 
extended trip to several shopping malls.  I was beginning to 
develop of sense of relaxation at the thought that maybe Lorna had 
lost interest in me, maybe finding some young hunk at the beach to 
keep her amused, and that the remainder of her stay would be 
tolerable, through the end of the season.

But that bubble burst when Joanie and Lorna returned from their 
shopping spree.  "You're really in for it tonight," Joanie 
taunted, her 
first words as she walked in, about dinner time, and placed her 
packages on the kitchen table.

 Lorna stepped into the kitchen behind my little sister.  Her arms 
were also burdened by a variety of boxes and bags evidencing the 
success of their shopping spree.  She was attired in a tight 
fitting, low cut halter top, which showed off an ample amount of 
tanned cleavage and which illustrated that she was not wearing, 
nor in any need of, a bra.  And, it was cut off short enough to 
provide a clear view of Lorna's trim, muscular midsection.  Below 
that, she wore a pair of faded, short cut off jeans, slit up the 
sides, either to make room for the large muscular size of her 
tanned upper thighs, or simply to further show off, from ankle to 
hip bone, the defined and sizable muscularity of her mile-long 
lower limbs.  Maybe it was a combination of both.  She was also 
wearing a pair of white, cordheeled sandals, the heels maybe 2", 
just enough to cause her to tower well over a foot above me in 
height.  She dumped her bundle of purchases on the table, next to 
Joanie's, then smiled brightly in my direction.  I found it 
amazing how just a glance from this pretty young blond, could now 
send such a course of apprehension and fear through my body.  
"Joanie's right, you know, pet . . . we're having another party 
tonight, and not just with the girls here last night.  Several are 
bringing their friends and older sisters.  Just to watch the fun 
you and I have together this evening."  Joanie laughed, and picked 
up on Lorna's statement, "That's right, Jim.  
Nobody would believe what went on last night, so we arranged 
another party for tonight, to let Lorna and you show them just 
what 
happened.  And this time, you're gonna know some of the people 
attending."  She went on to name several of her friends' older 
sisters, with whom I was very well acquainted from memberships at 
our yacht club and beach club.  But then, Joanie directed her next 
statement to her friend, who was now sitting at the table drinking 
a glass of milk.  "Yeah, Lorna, I heard everything you said to the 
girls last night, but I seriously doubt that you have the guts to 
do some of the things you talked about!"  Lorna's eyes brightened, 
and placing the glass of milk down on the table, responded with a 
girlish giggle, "Oh, is that right?"  She glanced momentarily in 
my direction, with a mischievous glint in her dazzling blue eyes.  
"Well, maybe, I'll just give you a special sneak preview!", and 
rose from her chair and strolled toward where I stood.

Lorna smiled down at me.  Her finger tapping her lower lips, as if 
contemplating her next course of action.  Then, with a broad grin, 
she reached down and locked her thumbs under the elastic band 
holding up gym shorts.  She pulled it out and down, then tucked it 
back in at the base of my crotch so that my scrotum and penis were 
fully exposed, and protruding outward from the upward pressure of 
the waist.  Then she reached out and placed her hands under my 
armpits, to lift me up, and carry me over to the countertop next 
to the refrigerator, where she placed me down on my semi-exposed 
rump.  She placed her hands on my knees and spread them apart, 
further exposing my trembling private parts to view.  With her 
strong left hand, she began to squeeze and fondle my aching 
nutsack.  Then, the long fingers of her right hand reached out and 
grasped my semi-flaccid member, which she wiggled in her fingers 
and stroked and massaged, until it began to stiffen in her 
embrace.  "Yeah, little willy, he's gonna be the center of 
attention tonight, that's for sure."  Joanie walked over for a 
better view.  "I can't believe you, Lorna, that is just so cool!  
We're really gonna have a blast tonight!"  I couldn't believe what 
was happening.  Here I was, trapped in the hands of this 
incredible Australian beauty, being felt up in my own kitchen, 
with my young sister watching, and egging on her friend, who was 
taking such delight in subjecting me to this agonizingly and 
humiliating ordeal!  Joanie, smiled at my pained expression, then 
her eyes darted back to my organ, being so intimately worked over 
by the fingers of the beaming blond Amazon in front of me.  "Are 
you gonna jerk him off now?", she 
asked matter-of-factly.  My eyes widened in dismay at the casual 
attitude being demonstrated by my young sister, as her friend, her 
own age, proceeded to work over my now exposed sexual organs, with 
her strong, long fingered hands.  Lorna responded with a sign, 
"No, even though I'd like to, I want him to have some juice left 
for tonight." With that, she tucked my aching organ bank into my 
shorts, and lifted me up into her arms.  She carried me over to 
the center of the kitchen and set me down on my feet, and smiled 
fondly down at me.  I couldn't believe the way Lorna was now 
treating me, as if I were her own personal plaything or toy.  Or, 
as she liked to put it, 'her little pet'.  And just what the hell 
was she talking about regarding this party tonight?  Just what 
type of plans did she have in store for me in her mischievous 
young mind, anyway?  I thought to myself.  Without another word 
exchanged between us, I exited the kitchen and went up to my 
bedroom.  I was so desperate to find a way out of this terribly 
humiliating situation that I called a good friend, who was just 
finishing law school.  He laughed after I finished describing my 
situation, saying there wasn't any legal protection I could look 
for from the young Australian visitor, but suggested I start 
taking notes, in case her actions escalated to where I considered 
myself to be in personal danger.

As I was hanging up, Joanie appeared at my door with a last 
minute list of some additional supplies for this evening's party.  
If I 
missed the party, who knows what Lorna would do with me the next 
time we were together.  One side note suggestion that my soon-to-
be lawyer friend had brought up, and which I'd initially brushed 
off came back to mind, and I missed its merits.  He thought that 
Lorna's behavior toward me might simply be driven by teenage 
rebelliousness.  That her actions might, in fact, be driven by my 
own negative and disapproving reactions.  Perhaps if I feigned a 
positive, approving attitude, she might lose her interest in me 
and go on to something else to keep her amused, 'Go on, shower her 
with compliments.  It can't hurt!', were his final words before 
the topic changed.  He's right, it couldn't hurt.  I thought to 
myself, and inhaling deeply, I resolved to swallow a little pride 
and test his suggestion. 

I found Lorna in the kitchen, by herself, going through some of 
her 
purchases, my sister Joanie upstairs in her room trying out the 
outfit 
she'd bought for the party.  Clearing my throat to announce my 
entrance, I asked, "Lorna, can I tell you something?"  She looked 
up, and smiled at me, "Why Jimmy, I think this is the first time 
since the start of my visit that you've initiated a conversation 
with me!  Sure, what's on your mind, mate?"  Suddenly, I realized 
I'd have been much better off if I'd rehearsed what I was about to 
say, but I was already here, so I'd pretty much just have to ad-
lib.  "Um . . . it's just that . . . well, I wanted you to know 
that I think you've grown up into an absolutely beautiful young 
woman since the last time I've seen you."  That statement was by 
no means a lie, with her sparkling blue eyes, stunning smile and 
perfectly chiseled facial features, highlighted by that ponytailed 
mane of golden blond hair, it was only a matter of time before a 
talent agent or modeling studio got hold of her to put her on the 
cover of a fashion magazine.  

I swallowed hard and continued, "and you must be so proud of 
your height. I remember when you barely came up to my chin.  It 
seemed like it was just yesterday, but now, you've grown up to 
over a foot taller than me."  She chuckled, "That's right mate, 
and still 
growing!"  Maybe I was making some headway, I thought.  "And your 
muscles . . . they're simply incredible for a girl your age."  My 
two hands went up to her steely upper left arm, and I raised 
myself up as far as I could on my tip-toes, to plant a light kiss 
on the lower portion of her curving shoulder muscle, where it 
started to work its way down to her sizable upper arm.  "Thanks, 
mate, I'm pretty proud of 'em myself.  If you don't mind my 
saying," pressing her fist downward to show off the rippling coils 
of her highly developed triceps, then curling it back upward, to 
allow my hands to experience the peaked bulging of her left bicep, 
"and you're so strong, Lorna," I continued, hoping to convince her 
how impressed with her strength, so that she saw no further need 
to show off this aspect of her physical prowess.  Lorna giggled 
and smiled down at me.  "You know mate, if it weren't for your 
tagging that big hunk of a friend of yours along to 'teach me a 
lesson', I might buy into your argument."  She bent down, placing 
her hands on her knees, so that she was eye level with me.  "But, 
our gig's on for tonight and you're not getting out of it, got 
it?"  I realized this was a futile effort, and reluctantly 
reconfirmed my agreement to be present during the party planned 
for that evening.

Lorna reached down, gave me a playful squeeze on my crotch and 
instructed me to go on with my shopping for fixings for tonight's 
party.

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When I returned, the party was already under way.  There were 
about a dozen of Lorna's young friends approximately her age, 
along with several of their older sisters close to my age, or at 
least in their early to mid-twenties, all eager to see the show 
which their younger sisters had invited them to attend.  All of 
the young women were dressed up in stylish dresses, jumpsuits and 
other expensive looking outfits, but Lorna was no where to be 
seen.

I walked over to the table where Joanie was arranging the food 
and beverages and asked if, maybe, I should get changed from the 
tee-shirt and shorts I was wearing into something more appropriate 
for the party.  She only chuckled as a response, adding, "Oh, 
don't worry about that Jim, Lorna's already got your outfit picked 
out for the evening."  Then she raised her hand to her mouth to 
stifle her giggles as her eyes darted across the lawn to the other 
side of the yard.  I followed her glance, and saw that two picnic 
tables were arranged next to each other under the floodlights near 
the entrance to our driveway.  One was covered by a large cotton 
beach towel and on it was a can of baby powder and several bottles 
of lotion.  On the other table was the blue, four foot children's 
pool we used to rinse the grass from our feet when using the 
built-in pool.  But it was filled with hot steaming water and 
contained a generous amount of sudsy bubble bath-like foam.  At 
this time, I couldn't fathom what the purpose of that arrangement 
was, but it nevertheless sent an ominous wave of apprehension 
through my 
body.

Joanie looked toward the house, then picked up a spoon and 
tapped it loudly against a pitcher of lemonade to get the 
attention of 
the party-goers.  "O.K. girls, Lorna's about ready to give us her 
body-building demonstration."  With that, someone turned on a C.D. 
player which blasted some Michael Jackson song, and Lorna came 
bounding out of the house, decked out in one of those tiny posing 
suit bikini's that female body builders wear when competing in a 
show.  With a brilliant smile, she centered herself in front of 
her appreciative audience, those who were seeing Lorna for the 
first time expressing their admiration of the beautiful teenage 
body-builder's impressive physique with loud ooohs and ahhhs.  
Lorna went into a series of poses, her movements soon striding in 
rhythm to the music.  Each move served to show off the various 
incredibly developed and proportioned muscles of her amazing 6' 3" 
physique.  She went through a number of gymnastic moves, which 
demonstrated her suppleness and physical strength before prancing 
over to where I stood to allow her smiling and laughing audience 
to observe the vast difference in size and proportion between our 
respective physiques.  "Great posing, Lorn, but how 'bout showing 
us a little weight lifting!" shouted Joanie.

The stunning 14 year old blond, who now stood looming over me, 
responded, "That's just what I had in mind, Joanie."  And before I 
could react, she reached down, pulled my tee-shirt up and over my 
head, then scooped me up into her muscular arms and carried me 
across the yard, before the cheering and applauding group of 
girls, and wadded into the shallow section of the built-in pool.  
I could feel my face flushing with the humiliation of being so 
easily lifted, carried and held by this young girl, in front of 
this mixed group of teenage and mature females, all of which were 
thoroughly enjoying the sight of a member of their own gender 
demonstrating such control over the levels of superior physical 
strength compared to an adult member of the opposite sex.

Lorna lowered me momentarily to my feet, then reached out, 
clasped her hands around my waist and hoisted me upward into a 
lofty hold above her head, eliciting another round of whoops and 
applause from the onlookers.  She lowered me and raised me back up 
a number of times before repositioning me in her arms, turning me 
over and sliding her right hand up through the leg opening of my 
shorts, taking a firm hold of my crotch.  Her left hand went to my 
neck, and then, with an amused smile, the beautiful teenage 
bodybuilder slowly pressed me up and held me straight overhead.  
The pressure of her strong hands on my crotch and neck was very 
uncomfortable and I squirmed and wriggled in her grasp.

Lorna laughed up at me, "You know Jimmy, I've always admired a 
man I can look up to!"  She finally lowered me back into a cradled 
position in her arms, then positioned me so that I straddled her 
left hip.  Then holding me with just one arm, as if I were nothing 
more than a small child, she carried me out of the pool to where 
most of the girls were gathered.  She raised one foot to a stool 
next to one of the tables, balanced me, sitting on her solid upper 
thigh.  Joanie stepped toward me and looked up into Lorna's eyes.  
They both burst into a round of giggles. "You know, Jim, that 
stunt you pulled the other day, bringing that big friend of yours 
over here to teach Lorna a lesson, was very childish, wasn't it 
Lorna?"  The muscular young blond, holding me in this embarrassing 
perched position responded, "Not just childish, more like a little 
baby."  Then bouncing me up and down several times on her raised 
leg, continued, "and we've decided that since you choose to act 
like a baby, then we're just gonna start treating you like one!"  
This caused more laughter and giggles among the girls looking on.  
Lorna lowered me to my feet, took my hand in hers and then told 
the girls to go ahead and have some food and drinks.  She and I 
were going into the house to get changed, but would be back 
shortly.

Lorna led me up to her bedroom, where she pushed me against a 
wall and leaned against me with her hands clasped behind her back.  
"Now we're really gonna start having some fun together, little 
pet!"  
Before I knew it, she had squatted down on one knee and had drawn 
me face up across her lap and was proceeding to strip me, pulling 
my shorts and undershorts down my legs and off.  She then lifted 
me up, ignoring my verbal protests and pleadings and carried me 
over to her bed, on top of which she had laid out a large white 
beach towel.  She lowered me down to it and chuckled at my 
trembling nakedness.  Reaching between my left, she playfully 
toyed with my limp organ, saying, "Now don't you and little willy 
here go anywhere.  I'm going to get changed, then I'll be right 
back out for you."  She turned and headed into the adjoining 
dressing room, closing the door behind her.  I draped the towel 
around me to conceal my nakedness.  

After some time, the door opened back up and my mouth dropped 
open at the vision before me.  Lorna had applied a bit of makeup 
and rearranged her ponytail into a fashionable braided strand, 
causing her to appear much more mature than her actual youthful 
age.  She was now attired in a tight, sleeveless one piece mini-
dress, its bright white color contrasting boldly with her bronze 
skin tone.  It was cut low enough to reveal an ample portion of 
her firm cleavage, and it was short enough to show off the mile 
long expanses of her dark, muscular lower limbs.  And, she was 
wearing matching white shoes, with 4" or 5" heels, which resulted 
in her now towering close to 6' 8" in height.

I instinctively rose to my feet, holding the large cotton towel 
wrapped tightly around my body.  Lorna stepped up to where I 
stood, and smiled down, pleased and amused that she stood nearly a 
foot and a half taller than me.  "Oh, Jimmy, you look so tiny and 
frail, simply adorable!"   She reached for a section of the towel, 
and for a moment, I thought it was her intent to remove it  from 
me, and I grabbed it and held it as tightly as I could around me.  
"Don't worry little pet, I'm  just going to make you a bit more 
snug and comfy's all."  She tucked the towel snugly around me, 
then took me by the elbows and lifted me up, holding me out for 
inspection.  "Oh, yes, this is going to be just perfect," she 
chuckled, gathering me into her arms and starting to carry me out 
of the room.  "Oh, please Lorna no!" I begged.  "You're not taking 
me back out there like this are you?"  She beamed into my eyes, 
"Why, of course we are pet . . . but don't worry, little Lorna's 
gonna take good care of you."

The wave of laughter that greeted us as we entered the back yard 
caused another flush of humiliation and embarrassment across my 
face.  She carried me over to where the two picnic tables were 
arranged.  She cradled me in her arms and said to the group in 
general, "And now we're gonna see how little Jimmy here likes his 
nice sudsy bubble bath!"

Lorna lowered me to my feet and stepped behind me, facing the 
crowd of girls eagerly looking on.  She then reached down and took 
my wrists in each of her hands and pulled them out as if 
stretching out the wings of a mortally injured bird.  This caused 
the towel I had protectively wrapped around me to fall to the 
floor, and the girls watching burst into uproarious laughter.  I 
don't know which aspect of this Lorna was enjoying the most.  
Exposing my nakedness to her friends, or showing off how superior 
her size and proportions were compared to me.  Waiting till the 
laughter died down, Lorna bent and scooped my naked body up, then 
turned and carried me over to the tub of hot bubbly water and 
placed me into it.  She began lathering me up with soap as if I 
were a small child being given a bath, much to the rapt amusement 
of her giggling audience.

I watched as her right hand slowly reached into the hot water of 
the pool between my upright knees and moved its way toward my 
crotch.  "Please, Lorna, no," I whispered, desperately.  With a 
look of amused mischief in her eyes, the towering young body 
builder swirled her hand slowly under the suds shrouded water, her 
long fingers making momentary brushing contact against my 
trembling private parts.  "Just what do we have down here, anyway, 
a little squeeze toy for me to play with?"  She asked the question 
as much to the girls looking on as if it were a direct question to 
me.  "Oh, my God!"  I heard myself moan, as Lorna's long fingered 
hand zeroed in on its target.  She began to alternatingly massage 
mytesticles, then gently rub and stroke my penis between her thumb 
and forefinger, bending and twisting it, then smiling with 
satisfaction as she felt it begin to stiffen in her grasp.  
"That's a good boy", she teased.  "It's impolite not to stand up 
in the presence of a lady."  This produced a round of laughter 
from those spectators who were able to grasp the implied message 
of that comment.

When Lorna's long fingered groping of my privates finally 
satisfied 
her that she had achieved her goal of bringing me to an excited 
state of arousal, she smiled proudly and moved that hand to the 
lower portion of my buttocks, and placed her other hand on my 
lower back.  She then proceeded to lift me out of the kiddy pool, 
the rippling muscles of her upper arms flaring up in the process, 
and momentarily held me out at arms length for an inspection of my 
naked body, before placing me down on the towel-covered adjacent 
table.

The expression on Lorna's face was one of sheer delight, as she 
used a towel to pat me dry, and then sprinkled an ample amount of 
powder on my upper torso and continued drying me like I was a 
small child just removed from a nightly bath.  She reached across 
me and grabbed a white cotton cloth, then held it up for her 
audience to observe.  "And here's Jimmy's diaper.  The appropriate 
clothing for someone who behaved the way he has recently!"  The 
girls burst into applause and laughter as I flushed with 
additional embarrassment.  "But, we don't want to risk his getting 
diaper rash, do we ladies?" she asked, placing it down and picking 
up a tube of lotion.  The girls looking on so eagerly urged her 
on.  Lorna pushed me down so I was laying face up, down on the 
picnic table.  She then placed her hands on my knees and spread 
them apart so that my legs hung over either side of the table, 
fully exposing my nakedness to the laughing, snickering crowd of 
young women gathered around me.  She squirted a generous glob of 
the lotion into her hands, and then proceeded to apply it to my 
crotch, one hand gently massaging it into my quivering ballsack, 
the other firmly grasped my semi-rigid rod and began to toy with 
it as she 
worked the lubricating lotion around it with her long fingers.  I 
couldn't believe what was happening to me.  Held naked and 
helpless and being publicly masturbated in front of a group of 
laughing, thrilled young women and girls.  The sense of 
humiliation I was experiencing was beyond description!

Lorna's strong hands continued to work me over.  I looked into 
her face pleading that she put an end to this ordeal.  But the 
delighted grin she was displaying revealed that she was having too 
much fun to stop now.  My member was now fully erect and Lorna's 
hand was stroking it methodically slow, causing me to groan, and 
go rigid as the sensations the blond beauty's hands were inducing 
in me became overwhelming.  One hand tightened around my nutsack, 
grasping it firmly in her palm.  The other held my now spasmatic 
rod firmly between thumb and forefinger milking it until I could 
no longer contain myself.  "Watch closely, girls," Lorna giggled 
with pleasure.  "Jimmy's about to do a little naughty!"  With that 
said, her stroking induced the most violent, yet at the same time, 
most humiliating ejaculation of my life.

The female audience erupted into wild cheers and laughter as 
Lorna's strong hands drained me of my fluids.  Squeezing the last 
drops of fluid from my aching member, she finally removed her 
hands from my spent organ and cleaned me off.  She then took the 
makeshift diaper she had fashioned from the white cloth material 
on the table and expertly fastened it up around me.  I don't know 
which was more ego-smashing, being naked, or being dressed up like 
a toddler in a diaper in front of Lorna's amused and fascinated 
group of friends.

Lorna lifted me into her arms and carried me around the yard in 
front of her audience.  Two of the girls were even taking 
pictures!  My heart skipped with each flash of their cameras.  
Finally, I was set down on my feet, to stare up at the dazzling 
blond Amazon teenager, standing nearly a foot and a half above me.  
The outfit she had me in caused an even greater sensation of 
feeling small and helpless than any I'd experienced up until now.

When Lorna finally left my side to get some refreshments, I took 
the opportunity to turn and dash into the house.  I knew she 
wanted to have more fun at my expense, but I simply couldn't 
tolerate the 
situation any longer.

I ran down the stairs to the basement to hide from this muscular 
young girl who was taking such control over my life.  I know that 
it's just a matter of time until Lorna found me.  And when she 
does, who knows what type of mischief she might have planned for 
me.  My heart sinks with the thought, but somehow, I know, that 
this is only the beginning of an endless series of ordeals at the 
hands of that incredible young Australian Amazon, Lorna, from down 
under.

                             The End.