My Cousin Yvonne
By Madcat
She kicks ass and loves every second of it.


How can a man come to grips with superior female strength? Not the cushy, soft
girl-power that has become fashionable of late; but real, hard core strength
and aggression? Masculine dominance is so ingrained in the male psyche that
his brain is simply ill equipped to handle it. Fortunately, most men are never
confronted with the situation. Those that do find their very way of life
turned on end.

My lesson came at the hands of my lovely cousin, Yvonne. When I say lovely, I
mean it. She remains to this day the most beautiful women I have ever laid
eyes on. Yvonne had wondrous, long brown hair featuring just a hint of red. It
offset her equally stunning brown eyes. They were almond shaped much like
those of the late, great Audrey Hepburn. A guy could get lost in her
semi-hypnotic gaze.

Unlike Ms. Hepburn, Yvonne was no slender wall-flower. She stood 5-7 with a
firm, athletic figure honed by years in competitive cheerleading. Despite her
hard body, no one would call Yvonne manly. Her figure featured perfect
feminine proportions. Wide hips, a flat stomach, bountiful breasts and broad
shoulders made Yvonne really stand out in crowd. Her chest deserves special
mention: full, firm D cups sitting way up high on a finely muscled torso.

I came to live with this vision of loveliness and my Aunt Linda after high
school. Planning to attend the local junior college, I moved in with them to
save money on rent. It seemed like a harmless idea at the time. They stuck me
in an old room in the basement and let me work off my rent by helping around
the house. Not to mention, I got free rides to school with my cousin where she
was already enrolled. No problem, right?

Wrong. Yvonne took exception to my being there from the get go. Sad to say, I
came in to the picture a couple grades below her on the social scale. I was of
only average height and build (5-9, 155 whopping pounds). My last athletic
endeavors ended in middle school. I simply wasn't the kind of boy that Yvonne
or her friends hung out with.

On the positive side, I had a steady girlfriend of 4 years. That only seemed
to further my separation on the social scene. I didn't drink, party, or do
anything else that 18 year olds specialize in.

So Yvonne looked down on her nerdy cousin. I took exception to her lofty
attitude and we argued on a regular basis. Rides to school resulted in a
frosty silence as the busty brunette tried her best to ignore my presence.

She also took to waking me up in the morning. Getting out of bed always proved
difficult for me. I usually got up 5 minutes before I had to leave, just
enough time for a change of clothes and a quick teeth cleaning. Yvonne decided
for herself that 6 AM was the best time for a young man to rise in the
morning. She seemed to relish the job of getting me out of bed at that
un-godly hour.

The usual methods included loud music set to her hip hop channel, which I
loathed. Water, tickling and can bashing were also used to great effect. Every
week day I rose to the sight of a buxom young lady standing over my bed. I
usually chased her out of my room. Yvonne would flee upstairs. Dressed in just
a pair of briefs, I declined to pursue the matter.

One day, the situation changed in a way that I could never have foretold. I
was sleeping. The time was a 5:59 and the basement was shrouded in the early
morning darkness. I awoke to bright lights and immense pressure on my chest.

"Get up, sleepy head." She giggled.

I quickly figured the situation out. Yvonne was sitting on me as I lay on my
back. I tried to move my arms but they refused to respond. She had me pinned
to the bed!

"Get off me, you idiot!" I cursed at my cousin while staring at enormous jugs.
She wore a baby blue tank top and I presume matching PJ pants.

My feelings for my cousin at this point were very complicated. There was no
doubting that I found her immensely attractive. Any man would. But she was
still my cousin and I had a girlfriend back home to boot. Add in her toxic
attitude and you could say we had a love/hate relationship. I loved her and
hated myself for doing so. Never for a minute did I ever presume that things
could get physical.

"Make me." The buxom brunette quipped.

Indeed I tried, but made precious little headway. She kept my arms firmly
pinned to the mattress despite my best efforts. Even worse, my failed attempts
to buck her off highlighted a problem of a distinctly masculine nature. My
beautiful cousin sat on my loins, causing highly improper contact to occur. It
was getting hard. With my arm strength failing, I briefly halted my
resistance.

"Get off me or you'll be sorry!" I threatened, gazing into her hypnotic eyes.

She laughed at me, that haughty, superior laugh. Yvonne obviously knew an
empty threat when she heard it.

That just made me mad. Ignoring my now manifest arousal, I threw all my weight
into unseating her. I managed to get my left arm up and almost toppled the
busty bitch. But she countered. The girl slammed my wrist down and rode out
the rest of my attempts. I tried to tell myself that she couldn't feel my
teeming manhood. There was a blanket between us. But something in her wicked
smile told me that was not the case.

"Ask me nicely." Yvonne countered as she looked down at me.

That suddenly seemed reasonable as I struggled to understand my physical
failings. My very beautiful cousin proved to be much more than a pretty face.
Her body was strong and surprisingly solid, like a weightlifter or football
player. She had to weigh at least as much as I did.

"OK. Could you please get off me?" I asked nicely, albeit falling into her
verbal trap.

"Get off me what?" the girl said, her big breasts jiggling ever so nicely.

I quietly tried again to move my arms and failed miserably. Yvonne suddenly
seemed so strong. I don't know which was more humiliating: getting overpowered
by this comely girl, getting aroused by my cousin, or being verbally taunted.
But humiliated I was. And humiliation breeds frustration. Frustration leads to
anger. Getting revenge became my top priority. But to do so, I needed to
escape.

"What? What's wrong now?" I pleaded innocently, hiding my fury. This girl was
going to get it.

"I want you to call me princess. Princess Yvonne." She replied while bouncing
annoyingly on my loins. I tried to tell myself that my cousin knew not what
she was doing but that was hog wash. Yvonne knew exactly what she was doing.

Briefly losing focus, I grunted at her latest demand. Here was a girl who
watched too many Disney movies as a kid. But I had no choice in the matter. My
obedience was just a matter of time. Might as well get it over with. "Please,
get off me, Princess."

"Girls rule and boys drool." The buxom brunette reminded me with a happy
smile. It was an obnoxious phrase but I couldn't help but acknowledge some
truth there. Then Yvonne demanded, "Say it."

Geeze! She was pushing it. But again Yvonne left me no choice. "Girls rule and
boys drool." I repeated, my voice trembling with shame and humiliation.

"Good. Now you know who's the boss around here." She answered, smiling
triumphantly. Then she stood up and turned towards the door. After 2 steps she
stopped to pull up her PJ bottoms which had rolled down a bit, displaying the
top side of her pink panties.

I lost it then and there. Given my state of aroused passion, it had occurred
to me to delay the pursuit of just retribution. Fighting half naked with a
hard on was and always will be a bad idea. But Yvonne had her back to me,
basically tempting me to try something. I couldn't pass up the opportunity. I
attacked.

The plan was to force her submission and end Yvonne's infuriating habit of
morning wake ups. It wasn't just about this morning. I had a chance to get
revenge for a month's worth of torture. Moving with blinding speed, I took her
from behind before she could turn around.

My hands went under her arm pits as tried to put the bossy bitch in a full
nelson. From there I could do with her as I pleased. A good plan but things
went wrong from the get go.

I couldn't quite complete my move. Yvonne tensed her formidable female muscles
and applied downward pressure with her arms. Try as I may, I couldn't get my
hands behind her neck. She was proving again, this time beyond the shadow of a
doubt, that she was stronger than me.

But I had little time to ponder such conundrums. My penis became the pressing
problem now. It had grown to a full 8" and buried itself in the crack of
Yvonne's muscular ass. There could be no mistaking its presence now. Yep, I
should have stayed in bed, under the blanket.

The strength seemed to drain out of my arms as my attention focused on more
pressing matters. I moaned involuntarily. That's when I noticed that Yvonne
had begun to rub me the right way, grinding her ass as only a super- hot chick
can.

"Is that a cucumber in your undies or are just happy to see me this morning?"
she asked as our mini-wrestling match fizzled due to lack of interest.

"I - really -uhmm." I stammered. This was totally uncharted terrain.

Yvonne broke my weakened hold and turned around. Shamefully I tried to cover
myself and spin away from her gaze, but the big chested woman grabbed my arm.

"Let me see it." She whispered.

I was shocked but for some reason obeyed her command. It was almost as if I
wanted to show this girl my manhood. I tuned to face her, dropping my hands
away. It felt humiliating, shameful and damn exciting.

My demanding cousin would not be satisfied with the two inches of man flesh
protruding from the top of my briefs. She slowly but firmly grabbed the sides
of my underwear and slid them down. Not far, just enough to uncover my teeming
shaft and cute little balls. My briefs bound my thighs together as I stood
pretty much naked in front of the beautiful Yvonne.

The sexual tension in the room seemed to suck the life out of me. And it
wasn't just normal sex. It was illicit and forbidden. A part of me wanted to
reach over and squeeze her bountiful melons but I didn't dare.

Yvonne suffered none of my misgivings. She giggled and said, "My, my. Here I
thought you were just a big pussy."

Well, getting stripped naked and laughed at suddenly seemed stupid. Trembling
with shame, lust and probably six other different emotions, I reached down to
pull up my underwear. Yvonne's hand shot out and stopped me yet again.

"Do you want to see mine?" the buxom babe asked.

Virtually lost in those hypnotic eyes, I barely mumbled a response.

"Say it. Do you want to see my pussy?"

My head spun. "Yes, please."

"Yes, please, what?"

This time I knew what she wanted. "Can I see it, Princess Yvonne?"

Wordlessly she dropped my wrist, ran her hands over her pliant breasts to the
top of her PJ bottoms. It was the sexiest thing I have ever witnessed. I
almost ejaculated and fainted at the same time.

It only got worse from there. Slowly, Yvonne peeled off her bottoms and
panties. Inch by blessed inch her dark brown bush came into view. Then her
pants disappeared entirely, leaving the lovely lass nude from the waist down.
I stood there, shaking; legs together, underwear around my thighs and cock
sticking up like a deranged flag pole. Truly, I knew not what to do. I
desperately wanted to bury my dick inside that lovely bush but I knew that was
just not possible.

In contrast to my indecisive weakness, Yvonne stood tall and proud, much like
the beautiful princess she pretended to be. The girl had her long, muscular
legs spread and her incredible breasts stuck out proudly. She was in charge
and we both knew it. The differences between the two sexes could not have been
more pronounced.

"Do you want to take a closer look?" she asked innocently.

It sounded innocent enough. "Yes, princess." I said.

She grabbed my hair and guided me to my knees. Her sweet sex lay just before
my eyes.

"How about closer?" Yvonne suggested.

But I already was closer, just inches away and closing in. I glanced up but
all I could see was her mountainous breasts looming over my prone body.

By the time I voiced my concerns, I got a mouth full of dark brown pubic hair.
"Yvonne, wait, no, I have never done thisss." I whined.

"Well then it's about time you learned. Eat me." The bossy bitch commanded.

Much to my eternal shame, my tongue had already taken its first steps in that
direction. I felt Yvonne shudder slightly. Then she put her leg up on my bed
and I probed ever further, groveling in the floor at her feet. I spent the
next 15 minutes worshipping the princess and learning a new and important
skill.

After what I thought was 2 orgasms, Yvonne pushed me away. I fell over
backwards and watched with amazement as she calmly slipped on those pink
panties.

"What about me?" I asked plaintively with my legs spread. My teetering organ
had been on the edge of orgasm the entire time.

Yvonne gave me that haughty laugh as brushed back her long hair. "I think you
can take care of that thing without my help." She said, giving it a quick
glance. Then she picked up her pants and trotted out the door.

I got one last look at Yvonne's perfect female butt in the tight pink panties
as she departed. Indeed, I knew just what I had to do at that very moment.

Little changed in our relationship after that morning. Yvonne remained cool
and distant. I was left guessing what our little hook up meant and where it
could go from there. All I knew that my cousin's morning ritual of waking me
ended for awhile. I was baffled.

My speculation ended a week later. She came into my room and woke me shaking
my shoulder.

"Yvonne?" I said groggily. She stood over my bed wearing white panties and a
red sports bra. The way panties molded to her loins defies mere words to
describe it. Something was up.

"Get out of bed."

I obeyed her, wearing just my own pair of white underwear. It suddenly seemed
so natural to follow her commands.

"Strip."

Again, I did as I was told. Why? I'm not sure. Yvonne just had a way about
her. She exuded beauty, pure sexuality, physical strength and overwhelming
confidence. I stood before this goddess, naked, my rising manliness paying
homage to her divine vision.

Yvonne smiled triumphantly. She circled me twice like a cat toying with a
mouse. My cock grew and grew.

"This is how's its going to be. When I feel like it, I'm going to come down to
visit in the mornings. You are going to eat my pussy. You are going to be my
bitch, got it?" The buxom babe ordered. She had her hands on her wide yet
supple his and her big breasts stuck out like lethal weapons.

"Yes, ma'am." I replied softly. By that point my obedience was hardly worth
noting. All thoughts of revenge were long forgotten.

Yvonne sat on the side of my bed and spread her legs. It was a most un- lady
like posture, highlighting her hot pussy against the white panties. "Get on
your knees, bitch."

Before I could say 'please', I was on my knees between her sweet, muscular
thighs. I got the distinct impression she could pop my skull with those
suckers if she chose to. I had to kiss them and I did, not far from her hot
pussy.

It seems Yvonne didn't care for my break with protocol. She grabbed my hair
roughly and shoved my mouth against her hot steamy sex.

"No funny stuff, pervert. Just eat me." The busty bitch ordered.

A voice in my head screamed NO! But I didn't listen. I serviced my cousin thru
her white panties.

And so it went for the next two months. Once a week or so, whenever it pleased
Yvonne, she came to my room in the morning for some good, old- fashioned
female domination and oral sex. I never saw her completely naked, never
touched her intimately and she never touched me.

Every time we did it in a new position. The only thing that remained constant
was that I would be naked with my head buried between her luscious legs. Each
visit would end with me covered in girl juice and sporting a royal woody.
Yvonne eventually made me sleep in the nude, just so I would be ready for her
occasional visits.

I wish I could say all of this was beneficial but nothing could be farther
from the truth. My self-esteem plummeted along with my grades. I rarely slept.
I thought of little else Yvonne and my morning duties.

The effect on my love-life was the worst. I soon broke up with Kate, my long
time girlfriend. Kate was cute and all, but could not hold a candle to Yvonne.
The idea of dating anyone else didn't even register. I swore to myself to end
it as things got worse. But each time the voluptuous vixen visited, I did my
duty.

By the time I went home for Christmas break, things had hit rock bottom.
Luckily, Kate was there to help me turn things around. We spent two great
weeks together. Of course, I couldn't tell her what had happened, but we did
patch things up. I went back to my Aunt's house determined to say no.

My chance rolled around the very next day. Yvonne entered my room at 5:33 AM
wearing plaid flannel PJ. She turned on the light. I was already awake.

"Yvonne, we have to stop doing this." I said, sitting up in bed.

"Why?" she asked, smiling.

"Because we are cousins! Because I'm in love with another girl. Because I
don't want to eat pussy anymore. There's like a thousand reasons."

"I don't care about your reasons. This ain't over 'till I say its over. Now
get out of bed before I get mad."

"No." I replied. I was a tad shaky but I passed the test. "Now please leave."

"Boy, you go home for a couple weeks and you come back all rebellious. I
thought we had an understanding." Yvonne lectured. Then she reached over and
pulled off my blanket.

At least I wasn't sleeping in the nude. I wore my white briefs. This was too
much. I shot to my feet. "Out!" I roared pointing toward the door.

The busty bitch laughed at me as if I was a child. Her mighty breasts heaving,
she said, "What are you going to do? Make me?"

It had been 3 months since our last physical confrontation. There had been no
clear victor and my male psyche had repressed much of what happened. I fell
into her trap, grabbing the lapel if her PJ top with my right hand.

"Let's go. Don't make me hurt you." I hissed at her.

She didn't move. Instead the busty bitch rammed her fist into my exposed
midsection. The punch about lifted me off my feet and drove the air from my
lungs. My male body crumpled under the impact. I bent over involuntarily only
to get a forearm smash across the top of my shoulders. That sent me to the
floor on my hand and knees.

It took me a few seconds to figure out what had just happened. Meanwhile the
fully dressed Yvonne circled my nearly nude body. She could have finished me
then and there, but she didn't. Its almost like she wanted me to keep
fighting. Silly me, I took the bait once again.

Madder than a wet mouse, I jumped to my feet raised my fists. It was all I
could do not to show the great damage she had done me. I could barely breathe
and stars filled my vision. But a primal rage sustained my attack. I just
couldn't let this mere female have her way with me again.

My fist lashed out her smug, smiling face. How could she be so confident? I so
wanted to wipe that smirk off her beautiful face but for some reason my punch
never landed. The bitch blocked it! Inconceivable!

With a heavy heart, I realized I was about to be taught a painful lesson. The
buxom battler locked up my right arm. There was no escape. A split second
later her right foot collided with my face.

BIFF! POP! BAM! She hit me with rapid fire kicks at an angle only a female
could do. Things got really hazy at that point. After I think 4 head kicks,
she shifted her attention to my already damaged middle. One kick was all it
took. I doubled over again. Yvonne then brought her foot up like hammer and
dropped it on my shoulder, putting me down for the second time.

I tried to pop back up again, but this time no amount of male bravado could
help me. I wanted to puke. It was all I could do to look up at the goddess
standing over me. Yvonne looked perfect, her brown eyes as hypnotic as ever.
Not even a hair stood out of place. Only the rapid rise and fall of her
imposing breasts gave any indication that she was in a fight.

With our eyes locked, the busty warrior kicked me in the side, causing my body
to flop over. Yvonne put her leg triumphantly on my chest.

"I tried to warn you. Don't feel bad. I have a black belt in karate. You never
had a chance." She said with her hands on her wide, girl hips. "Now listen and
listen good. I'm in charge here. If I tell ... "

I didn't really hear the rest. Black belt or no, the female bully had gotten
over-confident. I was down but far from out and her little speech gave me some
valuable rest time. Determined not to end up as her bitch for the next 3
months, I decided to kick her ass, once and for all.

" ... Got that?" she concluded.

"Oh, yeah." I replied, grabbing her outstretched leg and tackling her.

This time the male plan worked perfectly. Yvonne had let her guard down as she
grossly under-estimated me. She toppled face forward on the ground with yours
truly on her back. Quite by accident I assure you, her PJ bottoms fell enough
to make her movements difficult. Then the gorgeous gal made her second
mistake. She tried to get back up right away.

I stuck on hand between her legs, touching her pussy for the first time. So
what if she was wearing panties? It still felt nice and somehow justified. I
didn't let the cousin fondling slow me down. I rolled Yvonne like a funny
little cigarette, keeping up the momentum of my attack. With her pants around
her knees, Yvonne just flailed about, unable to stop me. I took my position on
top and pinned her arms to the ground. It was finally my turn to gloat.

"Black Belt my ass! You're not that tough. Give up!" I ordered, staring at the
space between her mighty breasts. Her PJ shirt had opened a button or two
during the struggle. Things looked real nice on top.

"OK," she replied. I could feel her extracting her legs from the PJs, but I
didn't give it a second thought. All I knew was that I didn't want her to
leave anymore. I just had to see her breasts. After everything we had been
thru, I had never laid eyes those wonders of nature.

I foolishly released her hands and began to fumble with the buttons on her
top. A fit of vengeful fury over took me. It was if I were but a puppet and
something else pulled the strings. Finally, I grabbed the damn top and ripped
it open. Her breasts lay flat like giant pancakes topped with big brown
nipples. Both my hands seized them. Instinctively I began to knead the soft,
fleshy globes.

"I hope you had your fun, freak." Yvonne hissed.

My hands froze my intellect tried to reassert itself. It occurred to me that
becoming like Yvonne would just make matters worse. But I really didn't have a
chance to solve the problem first. Yvonne hit me.

It wasn't the strongest of punches. She was laying on her back after all. But
it took me square on the chin. My vision swam as the busty bitch tried to roll
me off her topless body. Desperately, I grabbed her wrists and tried to force
her back down but the mere girl was just too strong. For a moment we hung
there suspended in time as both sexes tried to force the other. Then Yvonne
got her leg into it and tossed me over back wards.

Smartly, I spun to face my female foe on my knees. I had a battle on my hands
again. Her surrender had been nothing more than a ruse. Our clash would not
end in a sporting way. It would end only with the complete destruction of one
of us. It was a chilling thought.

Even more chilling was the feral look in Yvonne's almond eyes. She stayed on
her knees too and shrugged off her ruined PJ top. The fact that this usually
prissy girl would be willing to fight topless blew my mind. Her heavy jugs
swayed before my eyes. We now fought on even terms. I wore only briefs. Yvonne
battled on in the skimpiest of pink bikini panties.

"You're goin' get it." The bitch promised.

No use waiting for it, I lunged at her. I, like most boys, had my fair share
of fights. I knew what I had to do: keep her on the defensive and fight the
battle down and dirty. She was definitely the better fighter. Yvonne had
proven that already. I couldn't match her black belt skills. But down on the
ground, this would be a pure test of strength, will and wrestling. Traditional
male virtues or so I thought.

We locked arms, knee to knee. I poured on the pressure and waited for this
little wallflower to wilt. It didn't exactly happen that way. Yvonne refused
to submit. We knelt together like statues in the middle of my little bedroom.
I was reduced to watching her nipple adorned breasts, which served as a
constant reminder of my foe's gender, that I battled a mere girl, and what
would happen to me if I lost.

Losing. The idea suddenly inserted itself into my priggish brain. I remembered
our first little aborted wrestling match, how Yvonne had defied me then, and
just how strong she was. This seemed like déjà vu all over again. I looked up
from her big juggies to her face. Yvonne smiled. She knew it too.

The girl yanked me from side to side, displaying her nakedly superior
strength. I hung on desperately and hoped her advantage would pass. Or maybe I
could somehow talk my way out of this debacle. Yeah, right. The next thing I
knew, my busty cousin slammed me face first into the ground.

Yvonne was all over my back, her hard nipples leaving tracks across my bare
flesh. She slipped me into a full nelson. My collapse effectively ended the
fight. I possessed neither the strength nor the willpower to continue. So much
for those good old fashioned male virtues.

But my female foe was far from done with me. Sitting on my ass, she lifted my
torso off the ground and cranked up the pressure on my neck. I squealed in
agony.

"I give up! I give up!" Came a strange voice from my mouth.

But the busty brunette wasn't listening. In a frightening display of her
superior strength, Yvonne lifted me to my feet. She kept the full nelson
going. It threatened to snap my inferior male body in two.

Then the panty clad brawler woman-handled my inferior body over to the closed
door. She smashed me into it a couple of times, showing her complete
domination and torturing me at the same time. I begged her to stop the
punishment. Finally the buxom bitch did. She spun me around and pinned me to
the door. I was helpless, sobbing and staring at her big boobs.

"Submit to me!" Yvonne ordered. I did.

She continued. "So, you going to be a good little bitch and eat my pussy?"

"No, please, Yvonne, you can't make me do that. I won't. Its wrong." I sobbed.

"You want to bet?" the girl replied, placing both my wrists in her right hand.
Her left dropped to my briefs and began to pull. She said with an evil grin,
"Last chance."

"Please - please ... " I begged for mercy but there was none to be had. The
big chested vixen ripped the underwear from my defenseless body.

"Get over here!" Yvonne hissed as she led me over to my bed. Before I knew it,
I was over the topless bitch's lap. "You are going to learn never to defy me
again."

I decided at that point to leave her house and never comeback. I didn't care
about college, the money or who said what. Escaping this brutal female
domination was all that matter. Of course, I didn't tell her that. I struggled
but the girl grabbed my exposed balls as she positioned my buttocks,
effectively ending all male resistance. I started to cry for the first time in
memory.

Its hard to describe the feelings of being spanked by a beautiful girl.
Originally, I had thought being Yvonne's bitch was the ultimate humiliation. I
found out differently. At least the oral sex was nominally consensual. This
was wicked, evil, vicious, and cruel and I couldn't stop her. I lay totally at
her mercy.

In addition, the busty villainess hit like a pro boxer. Each whack sent a jolt
of fiery pain thru my slender male body. So I felt shame, terror, and pain at
the same time. A very nasty combination. And I disgraced myself even further
by begging my dominant cousin to stop. She just got off on it even more.

Then there was my cock. It had been half erect during our hand to hand combat.
Now, sandwiched against the female's firm thigh, the damn thing grew with each
whack. A lot of it had to do with the infernal friction of the flesh on flesh
contact, but I'd be lying if I claimed that to be the root cause of my
arousal. It was something much bigger and stronger than that. It was the act
itself as my big chested cousin demonstrated her total superiority. She wasn't
just a princess, she was a freaking goddess.

By the time she finished, I sported an erection the size of Cleveland. She
pushed me off her lap and I rolled on to the floor. We both looked at my
massive, throbbing cock. Fluids glistened up and down the shaft in mute
testimony of Yvonne's sexual power.

She went oddly silent. The busty bitch had been busy boasting and lecturing me
on her superiority. But now that feral look returned to her come hither eyes
as even Yvonne lost control.

Dropping her sexy panties, the girl proceeded to impale herself on my shaft.
The rules of polite society no longer mattered. She pinned my arms and smiled.
This was not making love. It was rape.

I responded by arching my back and exploding inside her. Such a thing never
happened to me before, but this whole affair was totally out of control.

The bitch slapped me. "What did you do that for? I didn't give you permission
to come."

By that time, I was well past fighting back. "I'm sorry, Princess."

Yvonne smiled at me as she gazed over her dominating breasts. The girl had
won, physically, emotionally, sexually. "Time to be my good little bitch
again. Eat me."

She said this as she shimmied up my naked body. The buxom beauty roughly
pinned my arms with her shins and placed my head between her velvety thighs. I
knew exactly what to do at this point and plunged head first into her dark
bush.

We spent the next half hour on the floor. I hurt all over, from my hair which
Yvonne used at her discretion, to my fire engine red ass and a big toe that I
had stubbed during the spanking. This time I ended with my face covered by her
fluids and mine. Yuck! Oh yeah, I had a hard on too, when the voluptuous
goddess slipped her panties on and left my room forever.

I packed up my stuff and left for home later that morning. I was a changed
man, probably for the better, but I couldn't handle Yvonne, not ever. We would
never be alone together again and rarely saw each other to boot. What happened
in that basement that winter morning became just another memory.