Beach Walk By AmazonFan Leslie overwhelms a guy on the beach The following story is intended for adults only. I had decided to take a week's vacation at the beach house I was renting for the summer with some friends. I was the only one out that week. I decided to go for a stroll along the beach late one afternoon. It had been a perfect day, warm and sultry. I wanted to enjoy the peace and quiet at that time of day, when few people were out. The paths to the beach in the little community where I rent are narrow wooden walkways raised about a foot and a half off the sand. I guess the idea is to keep people off the dunes to protect them from erosion. They don't allow any houses to be built right on the beach. I like that. Makes the view from the beach perfectly natural. I was at the beginning of a long straight stretch that leads up to the crest that goes over the dunes and down to the beach. Two girls were just coming over the top, leaving the beach. The closer they got, the better I liked what I saw. The brunette in front was the smaller of the two. She was wearing one of those crocheted bikinis. She was maybe 5'4" and was looking more and more like she had a knockout body. A pair of flesh-covered grapefruits were more than amply filling out that bikini top. Easily a 36D. They jiggled as she sashayed down the walk. The blonde girl behind her was much taller, maybe six inches more. I'm always sensitive to women's height, because I'm 5'6". She was wearing a cover-up and she was being blocked by the fox in front, so I couldn't really check her out. But I didn't care considering the body on the babe in front. They were carrying the usual beach stuff - the towels and folding chairs and cooler. From the way they were laughing and carrying on, I guessed they'd had a few drinks on the beach. The one in front kept turning her head to talk to her friend in back. Then she just turned completely and started walking backwards. As they got closer I slowed to a crawl on the path. I thought she'd realize I was right behind her, but she bumped into me, lost her balance, and fell off into the sand. She dropped all her stuff. "Hey!" she cried. "What are you doing? You knocked me off the boardwalk." "I'm sorry, but I thought you realized I was behind you," I said. "You think I have eyes in the back of my head?" She had that quick temper that sounded to me like she was a little drunk. "It seems to me that you weren't watching where you were going." I replied, defending myself. "You saying it was my fault? You knocked me off!" she shouted. She had gotten back up on the walk and was standing right in front of me. She was getting angrier. "I'm afraid you're wrong," I said. "That's bullshit!" she yelled. All of a sudden she tried to shove me backwards to knock me off the walk, but I blocked her. Maybe I used a little too much force, or maybe she was just tipsy, but she ended up falling off into the sand again. That's when I felt the hand on my shoulder. I turned to find the blonde facing me. She'd put down the cooler and her other things. "The first time may have been an accident. The second time was a mistake." she said coolly. I thought, is she trying to intimidate me just because she's taller than I am? What is it with these two? "She started it." I said, turning and dismissing her stare. "Spoken like a true little boy," she answered, taking hold of my arm. I turned back to face her. "Well if she started it, then I'll finish it." she said. Instantly she grabbed me under the armpits, picked me up, and threw me off the path. I crashed to the sand, landing on the base of my spine. That smarted like hell. "Christ, bitch, what the hell's the matter with you?" I yelled. "Get him, Leslie!" shouted the brunette. "Teach him not to talk to us like that." "I don't take kindly to being called a bitch," Leslie said to me, jumping down to the sand. "I think you better apologize to me and apologize to Heather for pushing her." "I think you two should pick up your crap and move on," I said resentfully. "I only ask once," Leslie said. Then she pulled her cover-up off over her head and threw it aside. That's when I thought, oh shit, this could be trouble. Standing before me was a statuesque blonde Amazon. Picture a topnotch fitness model, then give her lots bigger arms, slightly bigger legs and full round breasts. Leslie was the best I've ever seen. Her whole body looked so hard I knew at once she had to be in incredible condition. She weighed over 170 if she weighed a pound. And there I was, four inches shorter, at least thirty five pounds lighter, and she was coming straight at me. "Don't do anything you'll regret," I tried to warn her. "Toss his skinny butt around, Les," Heather called. "He looks like a little runt compared to you." Leslie's black bikini seemed to be straining to contain her tanned curves. She came at me like an animal stalking her prey, deliberate and serious. She leapt at me, grabbing my shoulders and shoving me backwards. She was so strong I lost my balance and fell to the ground. I only got to my knees when she bent over me and grabbed me around the waist. The next thing I knew I was flung up onto her shoulder like a rag doll. "Break his back!" Heather shouted. Leslie growled at me as she held me aloft. She dropped to one knee and draped me over her massive thigh. She pressed down hard on my chest and my legs, forcing my back to arch to the breaking point. "I could snap you in two," she hissed. "Let me go!" I pleaded. "Say you're sorry," she ordered. I said nothing. I think I was in shock at how strong Leslie was, able to first lift me and then twist me into such a painful position. I managed to squirm out of her grip and roll to my feet. I started running for the walkway. "Chicken!" Heather exclaimed, running to block my path. I glanced over my shoulder to see Leslie overtaking me with long strides. I knocked into Heather just as Leslie tackled me. The three of us tumbled into the sand. They had little trouble subduing me. Leslie sat on my chest. Heather was on my legs. "Pin him down," Heather called to Leslie. She grabbed my wrists. As hard as I fought I could feel that she was stronger than me. Her biceps were so big! She had me outgunned by three or four inches. She seemed amused by my pathetic struggles. She pinned my wrists up over my head. I was looking straight up at her boobs. Then Heather got off me and started pulling my bathing suit off. I fought furiously, but I couldn't dislodge Leslie until it was too late. Heather had me stripped! They both started laughing and Leslie hopped to her feet. I chased after Heather and she threw my suit to Leslie. They played keep away, forcing me to run back and forth. Finally, in desperation, I went up to Heather and pulled her top off. I held her top and demanded that I get my suit back in exchange. But Leslie came up behind me and slapped on a full nelson. I thought she'd break my neck! She easily forced me to drop Heather's top. Heather put it back on and Leslie pressed her hard muscular physique against me, holding me in place. Then Heather started punching my unprotected stomach. She may not have been a big girl, but somebody had shown her how to throw a punch. She put her full weight into every blow as she rocked me with hooks. "Stop! Please stop." I cried. Leslie let me go and I slumped to my knees. The blonde stepped around in front of me and lifted my chin up. "See what happens when you mess with us?" she declared. She clenched her fist and flexed her huge biceps right in front of my eyes. "I could put your lights out with this," she threatened. "You puny little boy." "No. Don't!" I begged. She towered over me, power oozing from every inch of her muscle packed physique. She reached down and picked me up under the armpits, lifting me over her head. "Now say you're sorry," she ordered. I quickly stammered my apologies. She threw me down on my back and held me down with one foot planted on my chest. I stared at the bulging calf, up to the swelling mass of her imposing thigh. Her leg was very long and shapely. "We ever come across you again, you'll do whatever we say, right when we say it," she said. Heather stood beside her and waved my bathing suit at me. "Looking for this?" she teased. "You can have it back when Leslie says you can. She kicked your butt in no time flat!" "I'm bored toying with him," Leslie announced. "Give it back to him." With that the girls picked up their things and walked off, leaving me shaken and wondering how Leslie could be so much stronger than me. I went down to the beach the next day. It was a gorgeous cloudless day. I had been daydreaming about Leslie and Heather, in particular about Leslie. At first that didn't make sense to me. I thought I should have been more attracted to Heather. After all, her being smaller than me made us more compatible physically. But my mind kept coming back to Leslie and those big hard muscles swelling explosively with power. I remembered straining futilely against her. I remembered the fear mixed with amazement I felt as she lifted me effortlessly. And as I replayed it, I started getting more and more aroused. I walked over a mile down the beach to a remote spot most people didn't come to. I was the only one around when I got there. I must have dozed off in the hot sun. A voice awakened me. "Well look what the tide washed in," laughed Heather. Leslie was standing right beside her. I could tell from what they were carrying that they'd just gotten to the beach. "This is our spot. You'll have to take a hike. A long hike." Leslie told me. "Oh come on. Give me a break. I walked all the way down here because I thought there'd be no one around." I replied. "What's so special about this spot? Why do I have to be the one to leave?" Heather whispered something to Leslie. Then she said aloud, "Looks like he doesn't remember what you told him yesterday." "Looks that way," Leslie agreed. I could smell trouble. I started getting up, but Leslie pushed me back down with her foot. She put her stuff down and dove at me as I tried getting up again. She landed on my back, driving me face first into the sand. She got me in a chin lock and pulled my head up and back. I tried loosening her arms. Her muscles felt so big, so solid! "Is your memory improving?" she sneered. "Get off my back!" I answered. "The little boy is pretty feisty today," she chuckled. "Especially considering what happened yesterday. I'm beginning to think he's a very slow learner. May need some remedial therapy." "Let's take him to our spot," Heather said. "You can train him to be our servant. Wait on us hand and foot." "Can you manage the stuff?" Leslie asked her. Heather said she could. Leslie put me in a hammerlock and yanked me to my feet. "Come little boy. Time for your refresher course." She started pushing me up the dune. Just as we got to the crest I saw that the other side was a big natural bowl, wide and deep. You could descend down into the bowl and it was unlikely anyone else around could see you or know you were there. "This is why this is our special spot," Leslie said. "We come here and have complete privacy." She threw me forward and I went rolling down the decline to the bottom. She ran down after me. She had so much momentum that when she collided into me she pulverized me into the sand. She rolled me into position to entrap my chest between her mighty thighs. I yelped as her muscles hardened and she began to crush me with them. I could hardly breathe and I panicked that my ribs were going to break. I pounded on her legs, but it was like hitting solid oak. I begged her to stop. Heather appeared over the top of the dune, carrying some of their stuff. "Shit, did he give up already?" she laughed. "I missed all the fun." Then she dumped it in the sand. "Why am I doing all this work? We've got little slave boy here. He can do it, right Leslie?" "If he knows what's good for him," she replied. "Now go and get the rest of our things. And move your butt." I hiked to the top of the dune and looked back to see Leslie and Heather taking off their cover-ups. No wonder they wanted privacy! Heather was in a white g-string bikini and Leslie was in a lime green thong. Judging by the absence of tan lines I guessed they usually might not wear even those teeny bikinis. I picked up my towel and began running down the beach. I looked back once and said "Oh shit". Leslie was sprinting behind me, her long legs striding gracefully. In less than a hundred yards she overtook me and tackled me from behind. "Now that was pretty stupid, wasn't it?" she shouted. "How'd you think a runt like you was going to get away from me?" She dragged me to my feet and threw me up onto her shoulder. She began to jog back to the dune. She sprinted up to the top as if I weighed nothing! Then she threw me down and I rolled over and over until I ended up at the very bottom. Heather jabbed me in the side with her foot. "Nice going numb nuts," she chided. "I didn't think you'd get very far, not with Leslie on your tail. Now you can finish your job." Reluctantly I climbed over the dune and carried back their cooler and their beach chairs, all under the watchful eyes of Leslie. Heather wanted everything put just so, and kept making me adjust the chairs so they'd be at the right angle towards the sun. I knew she was just busting my chops because she had Leslie there to police me. Finally, when I'd finished arranging things to her satisfaction, she turned to Leslie and said, "I don't want him sneaking off and running away. I want to make sure he's here to wait on us." "Well I didn't bring my ball and chain," Leslie laughed, "But I don't think it'll be a problem." She walked over and picked up my towel and put it with her things. "Hey, leave my stuff alone," I objected. She glared at me and came towards me. "I'm just going to hold onto a couple of things that you'd need if you wanted to leave," she said. The instant she said that I knew what she had in mind. I took a couple of steps back and grabbed the waistband of my bathing suit and held on for dear life. Both of the girls started laughing at my panicked look. "It'll be worse if you don't take those off yourself," Heather said. "No!" I cried. "I won't." "Suit yourself," Leslie shrugged. Leslie quickly closed the space between us. She just giggled at the way I flinched when she faked a swipe at me. She grabbed hold of me and flipped me over her hip. I let go of my suit to use my hands to cushion my fall. She was on me in a heartbeat and got me in another full nelson. She lifted me clear off the sand and held me while Heather approached. I tried kicking at her to keep her away, but Leslie nearly snapped my neck with her full nelson. "Don't even think about it," she warned. "Unless you want Heather to kick you back - in the balls." Heather walked right up and immediately pulled my shorts off. She put in inside her beach bag, under her chair. She came back with a bottle of sunscreen. "He's so pasty white there he's going to really get sunburned," she said. "Now just to show you how considerate we can be," she said to me, "We'll put some sunscreen on your cock. And if you're well behaved, we'll let you put some on your ass before it gets too red." Leslie continued to hold me in place while Heather poured the fragrant lotion in the palm of her hand. I held my breath as she took hold of my rod and started applying the cool slippery lotion. "I think I took too much lotion," she remarked to Leslie. "There's not that much here to have to apply it to." "Remember Kurt, the lifeguard?" Leslie exclaimed. Both girls laughed uproariously. "He would have needed half a bottle!" Heather stretched my dick out, but luckily I didn't get an erection before she stopped applying the sunscreen. Leslie let me out of the full nelson and held me with her arms wrapped around my waist. I could feel her hard body against my back, her big, firm breasts pressing against me. I wanted to test her strength so I took hold of her wrists and tried to pry her arms off me. "What shall we do with him now?" Leslie asked Heather. She seemed to be ignoring the fact that I was trying to get loose. That's how little effort she needed to subdue me! "I need my lotion applied," Heather replied. "Let slave boy do it." Heather stood in front of me as Leslie let me go. She handed me the bottle and told me that I had to be extremely careful to apply the lotion perfectly evenly. If she didn't tan evenly she'd be pissed at me. I didn't know where to begin. Nervously I started with her feet and started moving up her legs. Her skin was so smooth and flawless. I got really worried I'd do the wrong thing when I was getting close to the tops of the insides of her thighs, but she just stood there. Next I did her back and then I did each arm. Once or twice she stopped me and criticized me for putting it on too lightly or too heavily, but overall I was doing all right. Then I did the tops of her shoulders and skipped to her perfectly flat stomach. I stopped. Heather looked over at Leslie as if they were sharing a good joke. "What's the matter, slave boy? You stopped." she said. "I didn't think I should..." I started to stammer. "You're not here to think, slave boy, " Heather interrupted. "You're here to do what we tell you to and I told you I wanted the suntan lotion applied." Heather just smirked at me and then she turned around so her back was facing me. Then she undid her top, holding it against her breasts. "Do where the strap was," she ordered. I applied the lotion to her back. Then she turned around facing me. "If you get a hard-on I'll have Leslie rip it off," she warned. Then she tossed her top aside. My head was swimming at the sight of her 36D's, capped by big pink nipples. Leslie was laughing at me. "Heather should have told you she's a topless dancer," she said. "She just loves to show off her boobies." Mustering every bit of self control I could find, I gently applied the lotion to her breasts. Her eyes were staring at my cock, waiting for any sign of activity. Somehow I managed to complete the job without getting hard. Under any other circumstances handling such a great pair of tits would've gotten me rock hard, but my fear of Leslie held me in check! I breathed a sigh of relief and Heather laughed at me as I finished. She stretched out on one of the chairs and then Leslie stood in front of me. "Now it's my turn," she said, indicating that she wanted me to put lotion on her too. "You'd better hurry up, you're beginning to burn already." I knelt down and started with her legs, marveling at the size of her calves and the sheer mass and firmness of her thighs. She tensed her glutes as I put the lotion on them. It was like greasing twin bowling balls! She kept tensing her muscles wherever I was applying the lotion. Her body was rippling, so hard! I stood up behind her to do her back and gasped. She had taken her top off! I was dying to get in front and see her breasts. I smoothed the lotion over her broad shoulders and down her v-shaped back. She flared her lats as I rubbed the lotion in. Then she nonchalantly turned to face me, hands on hips. Her eyes were locked on mine. "Do my arms next," she ordered. I was spellbound. Her breasts were incredibly round and firm, jutting off her chest as if an invisible harness was holding them up. They were even better than Heather's breasts. Her nipples were quite small and they were already erect. "If you had arms like these you wouldn't be a little slave boy, would you?" Leslie taunted me. She cocked one arm and the biceps swelled up into an imposing display of power. I was awed by its size. "But instead you're just a feeble little man, incapable of standing up to a woman like me. How does that make you feel, knowing how much bigger and stronger I am?" I averted her gaze, finishing applying the sunscreen to her other arm. She waited for me to finish and then hit a double biceps pose. "So what do you think of these, little man?" she demanded to know. "They're big. Very big." I answered softly. "They make you afraid of me, don't they?" "Maybe. A little." She grabbed the bottle of lotion from my hand. "I don't think you're man enough to finish the job." she declared. She drizzled the lotion all over her globes and spread it all over. Her breasts just gleamed in the radiant sun. The vision of this muscle goddess standing nearly nude in front of me overwhelmed my fear and embarrassment. I could not stop myself from getting an erection. Now I may not exactly be porn star sized, but more than one woman has told me that I surprise them by how much I grow when I get hard. That sure got their attention. "Well look at what you did to him," she said to Leslie. "How come I didn't have any effect on him?" "I think the little man likes all this muscle," Leslie answered. She stared at me knowingly. "Unfortunately for him, I do not approve of his display. Lose it." she ordered me. "Easier said than done," I replied. I'd barely gotten the words out when she punched me in the jaw. I collapsed in a heap. A one punch knockout. When I came to Heather was standing over me, laughing and pouring ice water on my balls. I bolted upright and covered by balls with my hands. I noticed that Leslie was gone. "What's the matter, don't you like the water?" Heather teased. I tackled her and she squealed, but it sounded to me like she was having fun. I rolled her on her back and kissed her. She stuck her tongue in my mouth. I had had a suspicion that she might have been jealous that Leslie gave me an erection and she didn't. Well before you could say beach blanket her hands were heading south working on my cock. She stroked me into a full hard on in seconds while I kept my own hands busy fondling her casabas. She seemed to have really sensitive breasts because the more I played with them, the hotter she got. I was pretty sure I could get her to orgasm just playing with her tits. I started nibbling on her big pink nipples and she started moaning and arching her back under me. I just flicked my tongue back and forth across her stiff nipple as fast as I could and she rolled her head back and started yelling "Yes! Yes!" I took her other nipple between my thumb and index finger and tugged on it gently. Her breathing got real fast and her whole body stiffened and then she climaxed. Two big rolling waves of ecstasy. I ran my fingers over her pussy lips. She was very wet. Just as I was about to slip a couple of fingers into her snatch, I was grabbed from behind and thrown across the sand. Leslie had returned. Apparently she had heard Heather's orgasmic screams and misinterpreted them, thinking I was attacking her. She pounced on me and pinned me in a flash. She was dripping wet. I guess she'd gone swimming after knocking me out. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" she bellowed. Heather cracked up. "It's all right," she exclaimed. "I was letting our little slave boy attend to my needs." Leslie started to laugh too. "Judging by your screams I'd guess he did a pretty good job," Leslie chuckled. "You should try him," Heather said. "I might break him in two," Leslie replied. "I don't think he could handle me." "He surprised me," Heather said. "Why don't I go for a swim and let you decide what you want to do with him." Heather slipped her top back on and disappeared over the top of the dune. "So you must think you're quite the stud," Leslie remarked. "And yet here you are pinned underneath me, unable to fight me off." "You're so very strong," I admitted. "I never imagined a woman could be as powerful as you are." "And you're finding that that turns you on," she said. "Yes," I confessed. She got to her feet and yanked me up by the arm. "Let's see what you're made of," she said, pulling me tight against her hard body. My erection flattened against her thigh. She squeezed me tight, forcing the air from my lungs. Her full breasts pressed against my outclassed chest. She leaned down and thrust her tongue into my mouth, intoxicating me with the power of her kiss. One long hard kiss had me woozy. She broke the kiss. "You can barely stand up," she chuckled. She grabbed me under the arms and lifted me off my feet. "You're incredible!" I exclaimed. "I can't believe how easy it is for you to pick me up." My penis brushed against her breasts. "Don't do that to me," I protested. "Can't take it, stud?" she teased. She pushed her breasts against my cock. "You'll make me come," I moaned. "Fight it," she said. She threw me to the sand and stood straddling me. She looked around to make sure no one was watching and then she peeled her thong off. She had just a wisp of blonde pubic hair. She dropped onto my chest, her legs on both sides of my head. Her pussy was just inches from my face. "And what did you do to make Heather so happy?" she asked. "I played with her breasts," I replied. "Do you want to play with mine?" she teased. She cupped her firm globes with her hands. "I think mine are better than hers. What do you think?" "I think yours are firmer," I offered. "You just THINK?" she exclaimed. "There's no comparison. I spend a lot of time working on my pecs and keeping these babies from drooping. Compared to most girls, Heather's got a great set, but compared to me..." I was dying to reach up and fondle them, but Leslie frustrated me by pinning my arms. She leaned forward, her jutting breasts just inches from my face. "I'm the best cockteaser on the beach," she grinned. "I've got you so hot you're practically foaming at the mouth. You'd love to worship every square inch of this big muscular body of mine, wouldn't you? Feel these huge muscles?" She ran her hands over her bulging arms and shoulders. "This is torture," I moaned, my cock throbbing. "Yeah right," she laughed. "Let's see how good you are with your tongue." She lowered her pussy onto my waiting mouth. I immediately thrust my tongue into her wet gash. She was fantastic. Her musky nectar soon had my face soaked. My tongue swirled around her clit and she arched her back and began to moan. She started playing with her breasts, kneading the super firm flesh, tugging at her little nipples. Her breathing got fast and deep and then suddenly she grabbed the back of my head and pulled me super tight against her. I feared that she'd smother me out with her cunt when suddenly she let out a ferocious scream as she orgasmed. She flopped down beside me to recover. "Well we might just have to keep you, slave boy." she laughed. "Seems like you're more talented than you look." She glanced down at my cock which was still fully erect. "Doesn't that ever go down?" she asked. "Not when I'm with you," I replied. "Trying to butter me up?" she grinned. "I've learned it's better for my health to be on your good side," I said. At that moment Heather reappeared. Seeing Leslie nude, she stripped her white bikini off. I did a double take. Her pussy was clean shaved. "It sounded like you had fun," Heather smirked. "You were right. He does have a few surprises." Leslie said. Heather slid down on the other side of me. So there I was, between two gorgeous babes, all of us lying naked on the beach and me sporting the most insistent erection I've ever had in my life. "So what do you want to do with him now?" Heather asked Leslie. "Him in general, or his thing, which won't seem to go down?" she asked back. "In a way, you can't blame him," Heather giggled. "I mean, look at what he's sandwiched between! It looks like he's in desperate need of some relief." "Well if we're going to do something for him, I think it should be something really dramatic. Something he's never had done to him before." Leslie said. Well you can imagine what my reaction to that statement was. My heart started beating a hundred miles an hour. "What do you have in mind?" Heather asked. I was thinking the exact same question, but I dared not say anything. "Let me think for a minute. Got to be something that combines the best of our talents." Leslie replied. About a minute later, Leslie got up and circled around to Heather and whispered something in her ear. "Yeah, that'd be fun. Probably take half a second." Heather replied. I was dying to know what the question had been. "All right. Get up." Leslie ordered me. I didn't hesitate. "Now just stand up straight," she continued. Leslie walked around behind me. I felt her hard glutes pushing against me and I realized that we were going to be standing back to back. "Now stick your arms out to the sides and back," she said. I felt her reach back, first with one arm and then the other, hooking her arms under and around mine. My arms were now under restraint by hers. "What are you doing?" I had to ask. "Getting you into position," she answered cryptically. Then Leslie leaned forward a bit. Since she was holding me by the arms, I was lifted off my feet, leaning against her back. "Now, Heather's going to help me finish getting you in my hold," Leslie said, "And I expect that you'll cooperate." "Okay." I answered. "Heather, take his feet and ankles and hook them around my shins." she instructed. Heather took my dangling legs and did as she was asked. Now Leslie had my arms and legs locked in place. "You are not allowed to try to get your legs loose, although I don't think you'll be able to anyway," Leslie told me. "You've got me immobilized against you," I said. "That's the idea, Sherlock." she laughed. "Why?" I asked. "So that you can't stop Heather," she answered. I gulped. "Stop her from what?" I said, the fear obvious in my voice. "Oh don't worry about me," Heather laughed. She reached down to pick up her suntan lotion. She squirted some between her breasts. "Just getting a little lubrication." she said. The fear vanished and again my heart began pounding wildly. Was she really going to tit fuck me while Leslie held me? I was going crazy! She stepped up close to me and told Leslie that she was ready. Then Leslie said, "Now we're going to show you that, as our slave boy, you will always pay a price for your pleasure. That's to make sure that you always know your place." "What do you mean?" I asked. Dumb question. Leslie started bending forward, her powerful physique forcing my body to bend along with hers. But as she continued leaning forward I was being forced to bend backwards. The pain and pressure rapidly grew. My spine was aching and my stomach muscles felt ready to tear. "Oh shit!! No!! Please no! You're going to break my back!" I shouted. Leslie had been right. There was no escaping her killer hold. Overpowered once again. "How's this look?" Leslie asked Heather. "I'd say he's at his limit," she replied. "You can't believe how awesome this looks. It's an incredible hold. He's like, completely your prisoner." "Once you get it applied, it's a piece of cake to do. I bet you could do this to him, too." Leslie said. "Please, you're killing me!" I begged. "Maybe you should put him out of his misery," Leslie suggested to Heather. Leslie eased the pressure slightly. I was still uncomfortable, but at least it wasn't excruciating. "Ever had a girl do you with her boobs?" Heather asked. "No," I admitted. "Well then, you're never going to forget your first time, are you?" she smirked. "Why? You? Me?" I muttered, not understanding why such a gorgeous girl would treat me to this. "It's my idea of combining each of our greatest talents," Leslie answered for Heather. "My power and Heather's chest." "I'll be your slave for life," I blurted out. If my erection had shrunk at all during Leslie's back breaker, it was back at full force again now. Heather stared me in the eyes and leaned even closer. Her beautiful 36D's were just inches from my throbbing cock. She cupped her hands around the bounteous globes and pressed them together, rubbing them up and down. They looked so good! "When I slide you in here, it's like stepping into the ring with Mike Tyson," she said, glancing down at her deep cleavage and then staring back at me. She could tell by my puzzled expression I hadn't understood what she meant. "You're not going to last very long," she laughed, and her meaning was clear. "Now you see it," she declared. She pressed forward. "Now you don't." Her breasts engulfed my cock completely, smothering it in warm, slick, abundantly firm flesh. The sight and the sensation were overwhelming. Just the purple knob popped into view for a moment, and then disappeared in her cleavage again. "What do you think of this, slave boy?" she teased. "It's unbelievable!" I gasped, supercharged with erotic energy. "He looks like his whole body's going to explode," Heather told Leslie. "Why don't you bend him just a teensy bit more?" "AAARRRGGHHHH!!" I moaned in pain as Leslie bent forward. My cock popped loose from Heater's breasts for a second and then she wrapped them around tight again and started pushing them together and up and down real fast at the same time. "AAARRRGGHHHH!!" I moaned again, but this time it was as I blew my load all over Heather's big tits. She'd gotten me off in maybe twenty, thirty seconds, tops! "Told you it wouldn't take long!" she boasted. "Les, you should see how much he came!" Leslie stood up straight and I got unhooked. Heather got out my towel and walked up to me. "Clean me," she ordered. "With pleasure your majesty," I said, taking the towel and gently wiping my semen off her body. Leslie stood beside us, watching. "Looks like he's responded to my remedial therapy very well," she said. "I don't think we'll be having any more trouble with him," Heather agreed. "How soon can you get it up again?" Leslie asked. "What?" I asked, flabbergasted. "You heard me," she replied. "I, I don't know, my queen. But with you as inspiration it would be faster than I've ever done it before." I answered. Leslie took the towel from my hands and tossed it aside. She stood inches from me with her hands on her hips, staring me down. I dropped to one knee and lowered my head. "Arise, slave boy," she commanded. She surveyed me carefully and then raised her hands behind her neck, flexing her incredible muscles, twisting her torso from side to side. "What do you think of this?" she asked. "Inspiring, my majesty," I replied. "Heather, why don't you go for a walk, so that I can continue our training in private," Leslie smiled. I knew I was in for a long afternoon.