The Honeymoon
By Madcat
An innocent honeymoon turns into an all out sexual competition.


It had been a whirlwind romance. Harry met Sam (short for Samantha) on-line.
Within a month he had proposed to her. A short time later, she moved to New
York and they got hitched.

Harry never felt more in love. Sam was simply drop dead gorgeous. She looked
like a super model: blonde, tall, elegant and a nicely proportioned body. But
the best thing about his new bride was her personality. The girl carried with
her a sense of positive energy and balance. You could not help but like her.

He didn't quite understand how this remarkable woman came to be on a computer
dating service. His circumstances were far more straight forward. At age 31,
this was Harry's second marriage. The first lasted less than a year. At the
time, Harry struggled to make it as a stock broker. He put in long hours at
the office and basically neglected his first wife. It was a mistake he vowed
never to repeat.

Professionally, things had changed dramatically for the young man. His
business had taken off and he was well on the way to becoming a
multimillionaire. He no longer needed to work 75 hours a week. It wouldn't be
easy but Harry planned to cut back to only 60, maybe 50 once they started a
family.

Now it was time for their honeymoon. It would be Harry's first ever real
vacation and he wanted it in the worst way. Not for the traditional reason,
Sam was a very liberated young woman and they had been intimate on their first
date. Harry wanted to prove that he could leave his ambitious and competitive
side in New York and just enjoy himself with his beautiful bride.

As he carried their luggage up to their townhouse for the week, little worries
crept into his mind. He barely knew his young wife. And she was young, nine
years his junior. Sam hadn't yet graduated from college, didn't really know
what she wanted to do with her life, nor did she seem to care. His wife lived
by the seat of her pants, confident and care free, very much the opposite of
the conservative workaholic.

His doubts evaporated as he entered the rental unit. It was nice (and it
should be based on the money he paid). A great room dominated the townhouse.
The bedroom hung over head in a loft. Kitchen, bath and utility room lay off
to the side. But it wasn't the condo that stole his breath away. Sam had
stripped down to her pink panties and bra. Harry eyed her body hungrily. She
had long shapely legs, slender hips, tight stomach and firm B-cup breasts. The
male instantly understood why he married her. It just didn't get any better
than this.

She came to him and they proceeded to do what honeymooners do best. In fact,
they ordered pizza and did it all evening long.

The next day started well. The couple went down to the pool and lounged in the
sun. The weather was warm and the sight of Sam in her black bikini made him
forget about New York. Then she asked him if he wanted to play some
shuffleboard.

Sure, Harry replied. It seemed innocent enough. He took the nubile young girl
by the hand and led her over to the empty shuffle board court.

"Go ahead." The man suggested. He watched his lovely wife tee up a puck. She
noted his wandering eye and bent over seductively. Sam was tall, just a couple
of inches shorter than himself. While none would describe the blonde as
muscular, shapely female muscles cover her arms, torso and legs. Harry knew
that she had dabbled in college athletics.

She slid the puck and scored. Harry smiled and shot a hard one. His puck
slammed into Sam's and sent it flying.

"Gotcha." The man said, goosing her sexy little ass.

The girl just smiled, teed up her next puck and sent her shot down the court
just as hard as his. BAM! It knocked the male's puck off to the side.

"Gotcha back." Sam replied, goosing her husband thru his baggy swim trunks.

Truth be told, Harry hated to lose at anything. This attitude served him well
in the business world. He teed up his next puck seriously this time. The male
wanted to show up his wife by driving the puck harder than she could imagine
and supplanting her in the scoring zone.

But the shuffle board gods refused to cooperate. He missed by a foot. Even
worse, his shot was all arm and failed to match the power of his lovely
wife's. Sam giggled at Harry's expense.

The rest of the game went downhill from there for the young man. He missed
often. When Harry did manage to score, his wife unfailingly blasted his puck
off the court. What should have been a fun little game between lovebirds
turned into an embarrassing male rout. The final score was a pathetic 75-12.

"Girls rule!" Sam said triumphantly after the last game.

Harry scowled at her for the first time. He didn't know why he was so mad but
he was. All he knew was that this was their last game of shuffleboard.

"Are you mad at me, honey buns?" the girl asked.

"Well, I ... " Harry started. His fury turned more to guilt. It was just a
game of shuffleboard.

Sam cut him off. "Let me make it up to you."

She took his hand, led the male over to the condo, and straight up to the
loft. Harry already forgot the humiliation on the shuffleboard court as she
kissed him passionately. Still clad in the luscious black bikini, Sam's hands
invaded his swim trunks. Next thing he knew, they were around his ankles. She
held his naked body close for a few delicious moments, his manhood thickening
as it pressed against her taut flesh.

The wonderful moment ended abruptly. Out of nowhere, Sam threw her husband
back on the bed. She, for all intents and purposes, tackled him. Harry was too
stunned to respond as the girl pinned his arms and had her way with his naked
body.

It did give him time to ponder his wife's sexual aggression. She had always
been a tiger in bed and he liked that. But this was something new. The nubile
young blonde definitely kicked it up a notch or two. He wondered if this was
somehow connected to her victory at the damn shuffleboard game. The male spent
the next half-hour flat on his back, thinking about it.

"Tennis anyone?" Harry said after lunch.

"I'm kind of full. Sure you don't want to just fool around this afternoon?"
Sam suggested.

That didn't sound like a bad idea. But Harry really wanted to beat his wife at
something first. He had been quite a tennis player in his youth, giving it up
only to play football in high school. Harry still played once a week in a
men's B league.

"We can just hit around for a while if you want."

Sam eyed him warily. She knew he wanted a real game. "OK, I'll get changed."

The girl slipped into a sweet little white tennis dress that barely covered
her well rounded ass. It hugged her firm middle section and flared out nicely
around her ample bosom. She looked like a flower of virginity as they walked
out on to the court just across the road from their condo.

They hit for a while as the couple got warmed up. Harry wasn't surprised to
see that Sam had some skill to go along with her beauty. She hit a textbook
forehand and a wicked hard two handed backhand. But the male remained
confident. Tennis was an athletic game, much more suited to a faster, stronger
male. Plus, he had an ace in the hole, his serve.

"You want to play a few games?" Harry asked as nonchalantly as possible.

"Sure." Sam replied, knowingly. She threw him a ball. "You can serve first."

Normally, the gentleman husband would have insisted that the fairer sex go
first. But he was in a less than gentlemanly mood at the moment and took her
up on the offer to serve. Harry could wait to see the expression on her
beautiful face as the first 100+ MPH ball blew by her.

He stretched out and uncorked one. It felt perfect. The male barely saw the
yellow streak as it zinged towards his new bride. He felt a momentary pang of
guilt at his childish ploy.

Then the freakin' ball came bouncing back. The blonde bimbo had somehow gotten
a racquet on it. Harry made a wild stab at her return but the male was far too
late. It bounced past him. Stunned, Harry put his hands on his hips and looked
over at Sam. She raised her fist triumphantly, incidentally raising the hem of
her skirt and displaying lots of her tight panties.

But Sam didn't care. In fact, she liked to show off her body. If you got it,
flaunt it. What the blonde did care about was returning that serve. It had
been the hardest she had ever faced but she had been ready. Something about
Harry told her it was coming. The girl had rose to the occasion and hit a
winner.

Harry lined up for his next serve. But the girl's amazing return had unnerved
him. He tried to over power the next one and it went long. His second serve
went into the net. Harry had double faulted. He could barely say the score,
love-30.

His next serve went wide, forcing him to place the second smack dab in the
middle of the box. Sam was waiting for it with her wicked two-handed backhand.
She drilled it cross court. He didn't even have a chance at the ball. Love-40.

This time he got his first serve in. It wasn't quite as hard as the first one
and Sam managed to return it. This set off a series of volleys. Not wanting to
lose his serve, Harry played it conservatively, hoping to wear down his bride
and blow one past her.

But it didn't wok out that way. Instead, the nubile blonde took control and
ran her husband all over the court. Finally, he hit a weak forehand that Sam
jumped on. Her blazing backhand finished the game.

"Damn. You're pretty good." He wheezed, standing up close to the net.

"I finished third ranked in state my senior year in high school." Sam
admitted. A light sheen of perspiration covered her tanned skin as she walked
over to his side of the net.

Harry's heart skipped a beat at the news. His little scheme seemed to be going
awry.

The blonde hit him playfully in the tush with her racquet. "My turn to serve."

They took their respective spots on the court. Harry kept hoping that she
would serve like a girl. So he played up, expecting to man handle her serve
the way she did his. But Sam disappointed him yet again. She extended her
supple body and blasted the first serve across the net. It did lack some speed
compared to his, but Harry was way too close to make a play on the ball. Plus,
the girl put some nice English on the shot causing it to bounce away from her
feckless husband. She aced him. 15- love.

It wasn't her last ace. Harry struggled just to return her well placed serves.
When he did manage to keep the ball in play, Sam replied with forceful ground
strokes. She won the game easily, shutting him out again.

Desperate, Harry tried a serve and volley tactic on his next serve. He did
manage to win a point, but that was it. Sam was just too quick. With her long,
slender arms, she seemed to be able to cover the whole court. By this time he
hoped just to win a game.

That didn't happen. In fact, the male won just 3 points the whole set. It was
just awful, his worst performance ever. Part he knew was due to his play. Sam
had him totally psyched out. But he grudgingly admitted to himself that she
would have whupped him on his best day. The girl simply outclassed him.

"Girls rule again." Sam said, leaping over the net. "You want to play another
set?"

That wasn't going to happen. Harry planned to throw his racquet in the trash
as soon as they got back to New York.

"No, lets go back to the room." He replied. A part of him wanted to
congratulate his wife on a game well played, but he couldn't bring himself to
that point.

She smiled and followed him over to the townhouse. Sam felt simply exhilarated
after the match. It was her best game ever and the young blonde slowly
admitted to herself that she enjoyed putting her man in his place. He would
get over it, Sam thought to herself. She would help him.

"Are you ready to fool around now?" the nubile girl said as soon as she closed
the door behind them.

Normally, Harry loved fooling around, but not now. He was sweaty and tired,
not only from the humiliating tennis match, but also from their very active
sex life. Harry had gotten more action during the last 24 hours than ever.

"Later. I need a shower and some rest." The man said, peeling his sweaty shirt
off.

"Come on, give me a little." Sam whispered hoarsely. She ran her hands down
his hairy chest to her husband's shorts. A flick of her wrist and his shorts
dropped to his ankles. Harry's undies followed a split second later.

He had been nude around Sam many times, but somehow this felt different. His
horny wife was still fully dressed which heightened his feeling of
inferiority. Her hand brazenly went to his manhood.

"See, it just ain't happening right now. Let me hit the shower and we will try
it later." The man said. His voice had an odd ring to it as if he was pleading
with his young bride.

She kept a firm grip on his pliant member and kissed his lips passionately,
too passionately. Harry got the distinct impression that his wife would not be
denied her victory lap.

"Let me see what I can do with him." Sam whispered between kisses.

Harry couldn't complain. Maybe a blow-job was just what the doctor ordered at
this junction. The thought of his wife on her knees, sucking him off, brought
a smile to his face. Then he started to fall.

Before he knew what hit him, Harry was flat on his back. The best he could
figure was that his wife had tripped him up. She mounted his shoulders facing
the other direction. The girl did indeed bend over to orally satisfy him. But
at the same time, she thrust her nether regions into his face.

The man was appalled. She knew he didn't do oral sex. Harry found the whole
idea repulsive. Yet, now only her thin cotton panties his mouth from her
tingling mound. The man's nose was in a worse position, buried in the crack of
her ass. He wanted to protest this humiliation but trying to speak just got
him more muff.

Sam worked on him for some twenty minutes but Harry proved unresponsive. She
knew he didn't like performing oral sex but to the liberated young woman it
meant little. Her new husband needed to learn such things. Modern girls didn't
give unless they got. He needed to get with the 21st century.

Despite Sam's agile tongue, Harry steadfastly refused to rise to the occasion.
His oral skills also proved lacking. So the girl eventually gave up on his
manhood and turned to face him.

Harry looked up at her from between her smooth thighs. Her eyes and blonde
hair had a wild, savage look to them. Of course, she was still fully dressed
in her sexy white tennis dress. While poor Harry lay naked and spread eagle on
the floor.

"I want you to eat my pussy, Harry." The girl said as if she wanted him to mow
the lawn.

"But, Sam, you know ... " he started to say.

"Yeah, yeah, I have heard it all before. Look, Harry, all the boys do it these
days. I want you to do it too. In fact, I insist. If you don't like it, just
tell me and we will stop." The nubile blonde said as she took him by the hair
and forced his mouth to her quivering mound. She still wore her panties, but
they had become so wet that it didn't really matter.

The girl never let go of his hair, preventing Harry from voicing any
complaints. He quickly figured out that his only escape was his tongue. Soon
Sam moved her panties aside as his tongue became more daring. By her second
climax, Harry had become passably proficient in his new role.

But that didn't mean he liked it any better. As soon as Sam let him up, the
man bolted for the shower. He now realized his earlier fears. He didn't really
know this woman.

The rest of the evening passed quietly. Both newlyweds felt too uncomfortable
with what had just happened to speak of it. Things were changing far too fast
for the both of them. By 11PM, Sam and Harry lay in bed together, reading.

Sam couldn't concentrate on her romance novel. She felt bad for her new
husband. A part of her even thought that she should have let him win the
tennis match. But that would be just delaying the problem. The girl leaned
over and put her hand on his shoulder. This movement uncovered her right leg.
She wore only panties and a tank top.

"You OK?" she purred.

"Yeah." He replied curtly.

"If it's about the tennis game, I'm sorry. I should have told you that I was
so good at it."

Harry started to feel a little guilty over his childish response but it wasn't
just the tennis game. She had beaten him so easily. And the girl seemed to
enjoy it. Then there was the sex, the way she forced him to eat her pussy. But
these were things he couldn't talk about.

"Its nuthin'. I'm just not used to getting beat by a girl." The male admitted
while looking into her blue eyes.

"I know. Tomorrow we'll go golfing. I stink at it. You can beat me at that."
She said playfully. Then she kissed his cheek.

"Sounds good. I never pass up a chance to go golfing."

"Great!" the blonde cooed. "Now how about making me feel like a woman?"

Harry rolled over and pinned his wife's arms to the bed. "If you insist."

They kissed and hugged and soon both were naked. Harry moaned softly as he
entered his wife. He was on top and everything was good with the world, at
least for the next five minutes. Then Sam did something inexplicable. Without
warning, the girl rolled him over, never breaking their intimate embrace. The
male resisted but the female had caught him by surprise. Harry watched in
stunned silence as his wife pinned his arms. She kept him firmly planted to
the bed and they spent the next 30 minutes doing it her way.

Sam awoke the next morning, bright and bouncy. The sex last night had been
great and memories of it gave her the tingles as she got in the shower. None
of the female domination that marked its conclusion caused the young woman any
pause for concern. In her mind, she was naturally becoming more aggressive as
she became more familiar and relaxed in her marriage. This was perfectly
normal to her.

But not to Harry. He awoke shortly after his beautiful new bride. Harry could
hear her in the shower. If this was any other girl, and he had his fair share
over the years, he would have gone to her immediately. Showers could be lots
of fun. But the male was afraid now, fearful that he would end up on his knees
servicing the young woman.

He got up and changed clothes before Sam exited the shower. She came out
wearing just a towel around her ash blonde hair. "Boy, you are eager to go.
Sure you don't want to fool around before we hit the links." The girl said as
she went to the mirror.

Instinctively, the male admired her nubile young body. She was slender and
100% female from head to toe. Only careful examination showed the long,
delicate muscles that made Sam such a dangerous adversary. He went to her and
cupped the girl's ample bosom from behind.

"You just want to tire me out before golf so you can beat me again." He said
with a smile. They had golfed once before and Harry knew this was impossible.
Sam shot so bad they didn't even keep score.

She saw this an invitation to screw. "You figured out my evil plan." The girl
cooed, rubbing her naked ass on his groin.

"I made a tee time in 30 minutes." Harry replied flatly. There would be no
fooling around today. At least not until he whupped her at golf.

"OK, I'll hurry." Sam said, reading the seriousness in his voice.

Exactly 30 minutes later, they teed off on the first hole. Harry, always the
gentleman, allowed his lovely wife the first drive. The girl insisted on using
the men's tees and she hit the ball hard using her tall frame to good
advantage. Harry immediately recognized that his wife could be a great golfer
with practice. But she sliced her first shot badly and it went more right than
straight. He graciously let her hit another, naturally giving her tips on her
swing. Sam's second shot went right too.

Harry happily hit a nice, straight 200 yard drive. The man could barely
repress his glee. He had found a game that he could beat his lovely wife at.
The male even suggested they not keep score, but Sam insisted. She knew he
wanted to win badly. The girl wanted to make him look good.

He beat her by 4 strokes on the first hole and that was being kind. The second
didn't start out much better, but Sam sunk a one putt to make it only a one
shot difference. They both assumed it to be just a lucky shot, but Harry
started to wonder as the holes went by. Sam started to control her drives and
keep the ball on the fairway. Like most beginner golfers, she often had one
really bad shot that kept her firmly in bogey land. Outside of the first hole,
Sam kept it close, even tying him twice. Then came the 10th hole, a long par
4.

The male drove first since he had honors. He hooked it a little and lost some
distance. Sam casually teed up her ball. The girl wore some very short shorts
and a tight tank top. Harry had to admit that Sam made quite a sight
addressing the ball. Her sweet derriere looked ripe for the plucking. The girl
brought her club back gracefully and unloaded on the ball. It sang off the tee
in wondrous flight.

"Wow." Harry exclaimed involuntarily. He knew a good drive when he saw one.

It seemed to stay in the air for an impossible time. The ball finally landed
50 yards past his in the middle of the fairway. She had out drove him. They
got quietly in the cart and drove out to his weak shot. He looked at her
pretty blue eyes before addressing his ball. She was smiling.

Harry hit the ball tentatively. It landed well shy of the green. Then they
drove out to her ball. It had to be a 250 yard drive at least, better than he
had ever done. Oh my god, it was happening again, he thought feverishly. Sam
confidently whacked her ball with a 3 wood and placed it 20 feet from the pin.
She was on the green in two.

Sam finished with her first par. Harry ended up with five strokes. His wife
won the hole and the hapless male knew it would not be the last.

"You have honors." He instructed her on number 11. Perhaps the last hole was
just a fluke, Harry hoped. They both knew it wasn't.

She teed the ball up with a smile, the idea of losing to her husband long
forgotten. Sam loved games. Now that she had developed some skill at golf, the
girl took to it just as she had done with the multitude of other sports that
dominated her young life. The nubile blonde hit the ball with the poise of a
professional, her lithe body uncoiling like a spring. She out did her last
drive by 10 yards.

Harry broke out in a cold sweat. He was an average golfer at best. He knew
that. But driving was the manly part of the game. Yet his lovely wife seemed
to be able to dominate him even in this brawny endeavor. The male addressed to
ball determined to equal his wife or die trying.

Well, Harry didn't actually die but he wanted to. Swinging his club like a
baseball bat, the man sliced the ball badly into the next fairway. Harry flung
his $400 driver into the air in pure male rage.

"You can try another shot." The girl with the rented clubs suggested.

He glared at her openly now, declaring war on his new bride. Harry just could
not let her beat him again. He made a good second shot. Irons were his best
club. But the male barely got his ball to the spot of her drive. They both
landed short of the green on their next shots. Harry's ball ended farthest
from the pin. He chipped and watched his shot skip off the green. The male
cursed.

But the gods were with him on this hole. Sam hit the ball well, too well and
it landed over the green. Even better, her shot came down hard in a trap with
a spray of sand. Harry almost did a dance. Learning how to get out of a trap
was virtually impossible for beginners. One bad hole for the girl and he could
coast the rest of the way.

"Nice shot." He exclaimed venomously.

Sam almost said thank you before she checked herself. Harry was being
sarcastic, even mean now. The blonde looked at her new husband. Forget his
good looks, charming personality (sometimes), and big bank account. If he
wanted war, she'd give it to him.

"Thanks." The girl answered with a smile. She goosed him as Harry got off the
cart. This was kind of fun. Her confidence evaporated when she saw her ball,
or more accurately, just the top of it. The rest lay buried in the sand. She
almost asked him for advice on what to do, but decided against it. Some things
a girl needed to do for herself.

Harry watched in glee as the female whacked the ball. It dribbled forward a
few feet. It was her turn to curse.

"Try it again." The male suggested, knowing full well even a good player could
simply self destruct in a sand trap.

She knew this was no friendly encouragement. But Sam plunged blindly ahead.
The straight forward assault was her favorite tactic. She line up the ball and
blasted it harder.

But this time the ball wasn't buried and the blonde hit it too hard. Harry
watched smugly as the ball took off. He would have been happier with another
miss hit, but this was almost as good.

The man's smile disappeared however when her shot shagged the top of the pin,
ricocheted off and stayed on the green.

His chip shot looked good but he didn't have enough back spin on it. The ball
rolled and rolled. They both wound up on in five and 25 feet from the pin.

Sam putted first and almost sunk it. She ended with a seven. Now it was up to
Harry. He had the distinct feeling that this hole would decide things. His
lovely wife was 7 shots behind him but charging hard. He needed a couple of
holes just to hold her off and eke out a face saving win.

The male eyed his long putt diligently. But he knew it was too soft as soon as
he hit the damn thing. The ball ended 10 feet shy of its mark. It would take a
hell of a putt to save this hole but it was doable. Nervously, he putted
again.

This shot felt great. It banked straight for the hole. But as it neared, the
ball slowed as if impeded by some unseen force. It hung on the lip of the cup
and stopped. So did his heart as the ball refused to fall.

"Eight for you, seven for me." Sam said happily from the cart. She had seven
holes to make up 6 strokes. It was doable.

But Harry made it difficult. He never managed to beat her, but the male hung
in there. Both players hit par hole after hole. Then came #17, a tough par 3.
Sam was 5 strokes down. It looked like the husband would hold her off and come
away with a little male dignity.

Sam hit the ball, easily clearing the large pond. It landed past the pin and
Harry hoped it would bounce away. But the girl had good backspin the shot. The
little white ball rolled backwards, 10 feet from the hole. It was an awesome
shot. He should have congratulated her but they were way beyond such
pleasantries now.

The husband teed his ball up knowing that he just needed to get close. He
could give up a stroke or two now. But poor Harry lifted his head early in
anticipation. He shanked the ball and sent the damn thing into the pond.
Penalty stoke!

Now the pressure was on. He had to have a good shot. The male put his head
down and forced the swing. He did it by the numbers but the shot lacked power.
It fell short, bounced off the side of the green and back into the pond.

"Whoops!" the blonde said, her ample breasts stuck out proudly. She had him
now.

Harry, usually quick with the witty comebacks, just stared. He wanted to quit.
Taking deep breaths, he hit the ball again, and managed to get it on the
green. But the damage had been done.

Sam sunk her 10 foot putt for her first ever bird. Her husband two putted,
tying the score with one long par 5 left to go.

The girl, having never lost honors on the back nine, blasted the ball down the
fairway. She hit another perfect 250 yard drive.

"Beat that!" Sam challenged. They both knew that he could not. Harry, for all
his muscles, could not match her supple power.

He didn't bother with a reply. The male concentrated on his shot. He knew
better now than to try and over power it. His shot zinged off the tee but
landed well short of his wife's. And so went the rest of the hole. She parred
it. He got a seven. Sam had overcome near impossible odds and beaten him
again.

"Don't be so upset." The blonde admonished on the way home. She insisted on
driving. He appeared too distraught, on the edge of tears.

"Why not? This marriage was a big mistake." The male responded.

Sam almost lost control of the vehicle. She had no idea it had gone this far.
"You have to be shittin' me. Don't be such a baby."

"Easy for you to say."

"Look Harry, these are just games. I have always been a great athlete and
maybe a little too competitive. But don't blow things out of proportion." The
blonde replied with as much calm as possible. She really wanted to kick his
ass right now. But that, the girl deemed, would be counter-productive.

He didn't bother to answer her. Harry just stared out the window all the way
back to their condo. Then he saw the basketball hoop beside the tennis courts.
It wasn't much, just enough for a good one on one game.

"Lets play a game of basketball." The male suggested. He had played on the
varsity team in high school. Plus, sandlot basketball could be a very physical
game, one where his 50 lb weight advantage would be nigh unbeatable.

"You want to play basket ball? Haven't you had enough for one day?" the girl
asked incredulously.

"What's the matter? Afraid to play a little one-on-one."

The girl just shook her pretty little head as she parked the car. "OK. If
that's what you want."

Sam went straight to the locker and took out a ball. It was well worn and
needing some air. But neither player cared. This was about much more than
basketball and they both knew it would be decided down in the trenches. The
girl fired off a hard, crisp pass to her husband that he bobbled.

"You can have the ball first, dear." She said in a defiant tone.

"Sure, baby." The male said as he drove to the basket. He stopped abruptly and
shot from 8 feet away. Swoosh.

"One-nothing." He said proudly as the girl took the ball and dribbled back.
Then Harry bragged, "I played varsity ball in high school."

The blonde paused for a moment and chuckled. "I played ball in college. In
fact, I had a full ride scholarship."

Harry tried to take advantage and make a steal. But the male was too slow. Sam
whirled around and went straight to the basket for an easy lay up.

"One-One." The girl said, throwing Harry the ball.

Without waiting for her to get in position, the suddenly unsporting Harry shot
the ball. As fate would have it, he missed. But the male wisely crashed the
boards, intending to blow his wife off the court and claim the rebound.

But the nubile woman out jumped the heavier male. He hit her full in the back
in a flagrant violation of the rules, but she held on to the ball. Sam landed
with cat like grace and dribbled back.

"So, you want to rough, eh?" she said with a devious look in her blue eyes.
The girl faked to her right and rolled left. One hook shot later, it was 2-1.

Harry took the ball and tried to repeat his wife's well executed move. But he
just wasn't the left handed dribbler. The male lost control of the ball and
his wife stole it. Moving with surprising she took the ball left. The girl
gave a pump fake and her taller husband bit hook, line and sinker. She pivoted
right and scored as he sailed past her.

"Three - one." Sam said proudly. They were both sweaty now in the mid day sun.
But she looked good in it. Her little blue top clung tenaciously to every
wonderful curve. The girl's shorts highlighted her slender yet powerful loins.
Plus, Sam stood strong. She wasn't tired or winded.

Sadly, the same could not be said for Harry. His office job and limited
exercise failed to prepare him for this intensive activity. His polo shirt
hung disheveled and the male sucked wind. He took the ball almost reluctantly
and drove straight at the basket. In a repeat of his only score, Harry picked
up the ball and tried a quick shot.

Sam swarmed all over this lame move. His only hope was his 2" height
advantage. But it wasn't enough. His young bride got a full hand on the ball,
stuffing his shot. She blitzed around the exhausted older man, grabbed the
ball, and proceeded to run the score up.

Before Harry could count the points, the tally stood at 9-1, or 1-9 from the
male perspective. It was a female butt whipping by any standard. She out
played him at all levels. The girl shot better and moved the ball with the
grace of a ballerina. But it was in the trenches were she really stood out.
Sam out rebounded her tired husband 3 to 1. She repeatedly stole the ball,
often from his very hands. Defensively, the girl dogged him, her supple, young
body keeping larger male at bay. Harry got frustrated by the feminine shadow,
but frustration didn't score points.

She got the ball after one of his many missed shots and took it back. They
hadn't set a point total for ending the game, but both players knew the 10th
was it. If the girl could beat him 10 to 1, then anything else was a complete
waste of time. Sam drove the ball forward, faking left, then right. Harry,
angered by his inability to stop the superior female athlete, went for her
body instead of the ball. The bigger male only used his shoulder but he caught
her off balance. Sam went down.

The girl lay there for a few seconds, stunned at her husband's violence. He
leered down at her prostrate body. She had her long legs spread in a very
suggestive manner. Sam's pert, young breasts; clearly highlighted by her
sweaty tank top, added fuel to his simmering fire. If this had been a private
battle, then Harry would have taken her then and there. Instead, the male just
stole the ball.

"Come on girl, don't just lay there." He challenged her. For Harry, the score
no longer mattered. He just wanted Sam to know she had been in a game with a
stronger, tougher male.

She understood this instinctively and stifled any complaints. Acting like a
girl would just reinforce his bloated male ego. The best thing to do was to
punch a gaping whole in it. The beautiful blonde got to her feet and beckoned
her husband forward.

That exactly what the man did. He lowered his shoulder and went straight at
his wife. If she were smart, then she would get out of the way.

Few people consider blondes intelligent and Sam was no exception. She lowered
her shoulder and plowed into her husband's unprotected left flank.

Truth be told, the larger male never expected this. His wife had, more or
less, played by the rules the whole game. But not this time. The result was
simply catastrophic for the male. First, his body buckled at the jarring
impact. Sam continued to pump her legs and she drove her hapless husband down
on to the concrete.

Still lying in pain, Harry watched the blonde take the ball and score. Then
the girl walked over to the top of the key where he lay. She stood over him
like a conqueror.

"That's 10-1. You want to play to 20." The girl said, smiling. Then she
offered him her hand.

In some ways, Sam's brutal hit had knocked a little sense into her husband. He
reluctantly took her hand and she dragged him to his feet.

"I'm glad you're not hurt. That got a little rough." She said trying to be
gracious and save her 2 week old marriage. "You want to hit the showers or
play some more."

"Showers." He whispered almost inaudibly.

"Good." Sam said, taking him by the elbow and leading her battered husband
inside.

"I can't believe you beat me again. Tennis, golf and now basketball. Geez."
The man said as he shut the door. The cool, air conditioned atmosphere
revitalized him.

"Don't forget shuffleboard." She joked.

"I didn't."

"Look, don't be mad, Harry. Just because I'm quicker and stronger than ... "

"Stronger? You are NOT stronger than me." The male shot back. He couldn't
argue the quicker point, nor the coordination thing, but Harry could not yet
admit that she was stronger.

"Whatever," Sam said, exasperated by his macho posturing. She turned away from
him.

He grabbed her elbow. "Do you really think you are stronger than me?"

"Look, its no big deal."

"It is to me." Harry stated. "I can't have you walking around thinking I'm not
a real man. Lets arm wrestle and prove it.

"You want to arm wrestle me now?" she said, incredulously. Was there no depth
that the male ego couldn't slide?

"Yeah, lets go." He said, dragging her over to the coffee table. They both sat
on the floor and locked hands.

Harry yelled go and slammed her hand down easily, too easily.

"OK, you won." Sam said, trying to stand.

But he held her hand tightly. "Come on. Don't patronize me. You didn't try."
The male said, staring at her hard little nipples.

"You don't want to do this." The girl warned.

"Yes I do. Now sit your ass back down here. I'm not letting go until you lay
it all on the line." Harry demanded.

"OK, you got it buster, you got it. Just don't get all whiney on me when you
lose." Sam said as she sat back down.

"I'll teach you some manners, girl." The larger male hissed at the arrogant
female before shouting GO! The nerve of this woman, thinking that she could
challenge a male of his size and stature in a direct test of strength ...

He was about to continue his trash talk but the words died in his throat. His
young bride held her ground tenaciously. Harry's muscular arms ballooned up to
incredible size but they could not overcome her sleek power. Then it happened,
his hand moved in the wrong direction.

"What manners where those, dear husband?" she asked with a smile.

"You bitch!" the male yelped as he desperately redoubled his efforts. Nothing
seemed to work. Harry thought his arm might snap in two.

"Such language, Harry. Perhaps it you who need the lesson." The blonde cooed
as she drove him down to 3/4 of the distance. His hand hung just an inch from
total humiliation.

For a brief moment, Harry thought he stopped her, that he could turn this
thing around. Then it occurred to him that his lovely wife was just toying
with him. Sam smiled as she watched him struggle futilely in her strong grasp.

"Are you ready to give up? I want to hear an apology too." The girl said as
his resistance faded.

"I can't. I can't ... "

"You are pathetic, Harry." She said, slapping his hand down. "You don't
respect me. You do need a lesson in manners. You need to learn how to how to
treat a lady. Stand up!"

Without thinking, the male obeyed her command, or at least tried to. Such was
his emotional and physical state that simply standing proved difficult. He
cradled his right arm that had been literally crushed in the arm wrestling
match. Sam had gotten to her feet as well and stood before him with her hands
on her delectable hips. Harry searched her pretty face for any sign of mercy
or affection. He found only anger and determination.

"Strip!" the nubile blonde ordered.

"Huh?"

"Take off your clothes or I'll do it for you." Sam commanded.

Harry was a smart man. He knew that he could not possibly confront his wife in
his current state. She could and would follow thru with her threat. So the
once proud male disrobed at the order of his lovely bride. But he stopped at
his blue bikini briefs.

The girl smiled at his cute little display of modesty. She told herself that
this was for the sake of their marriage and to help Harry. But there was
something else. The sight of her gorgeous husband, wounded and vulnerable,
standing before her in his cute little bikini caused her heart to pound. Good
girls didn't like this kind of stuff, but she did. Soon he would do anything
and everything she asked. The possibilities were endless.

"What - are - you - going - to - do - to - me?" the hulking male stammered.
His naked fear permeated the room and empowered the female even more.

"I'm going to teach you that lesson now. I'm going to spank you." Sam said.
Her light up the room smile had fully returned at this point but Harry found
no happiness in it. He had been right all along. His new wife enjoyed not only
defeating him but humiliating the poor man as well.

Much to his surprise, Harry fell to his knees and begged. "Please, Sam,
please. I'm sorry. I really am. I acted like a jerk. Please don't, don't ... "

She ran her right hand thru his hair in a compassionate gesture. "I have to do
this, Harry. If I back down, you will see it as weakness and lose respect for
me. You know what they say: spare the rod, spare the husband."

Her hand tightened on his hair announcing that the time for talk had ended.
Harry faced the point of no return now. Accepting the female punishment would
change his marriage and his life forever. He momentarily considered resisting,
but that was stupid. The girl would take him apart. It would only make things
worse. So he followed her over to the couch, humbly crawling at her side, and
took his position on her lap.

Sam dutifully and slowly peeled back her husband's bikini underwear. She had
bought these for him a month ago and demanded he switch from boxers. They
certainly made his tush look cute. With the bikini around his ankles, the girl
reached between his legs and seized his soft, squishy man-grapes. Flushed with
a rising tide of unstoppable lust, she forced his rear into an increasingly
compromising position. All the while, the now dominant female fondled his male
parts at will.

Harry could not escape the erotic sensations either. The physical one was
obvious. But there was much more to it. His beautiful wife had broken his male
ego. Naked on her lap, he wanted to submit to her now. The male saw her now as
a goddess: strong, powerful and beautiful beyond compare. When her first blow
finally fell, Harry welcomed it.

The spanking was short, sweet and to the point. Both participants were too far
gone to continue it for very long. Sam could feel his hard member and she
needed it badly. After ten highly effective whacks, the girl rolled her naked
husband on to the floor between the coffee table and the couch. She pinned his
arms, lest he forget his place, and straddled his loins.

"I love you." The fully clothed woman said as she ground her sex on his bare
man flesh.

"I know." Harry whispered.