Life is Good,
By Montrose


Maybe it's my fault. Maybe I should have been nicer to her when we were 
little. I'm four years older than my sister Mindy, and from the time she 
was born I used to torment her - show her I was bigger and in charge. 
When she was 1 and I was 5 I used to trip her when she tried to stand. 
When she was 5 and I was 9 I used to pin her and make her hit herself in 
the face with her own hands. "What are you doing that for?" I would 
taunt. 

Then she turned 9 when I was 13 and my advantage began to disappear. On 
her 9th birthday it took me all day to pin her, and even then she was 
out of it in a matter of seconds. There was no time to gloat. I acted 
like I had won, but the truth was I saw what was coming. Now that I'm 19 
and my sister is 15 she is as tall as me (6 feet) but thicker and more 
athletic. My advantage is completely gone. It has been for years. She is 
getting big, like mom. 

Mom works days on the loading docks downtown and nights cleaning 
offices. She wants her kids to go to college. Sometimes she comes home 
from the docks with torn cloths and bandaged hands clutching big wads of 
cash. She makes extra money beating the crap out of her fellow dock 
workers in challenge bouts. 

She tells me that my father died while having the sex that produced me. 
And from the way she handles men I don't have any reason to doubt her. 
The judge took one look at her and declared it an accident. My dad, 
skinny like me, never stood a chance. Mindy's dad moved far away, but 
still sends large sums of money. Mom let him get away because she was 
afraid she might kill him too. 

Anyway, from the time Mindy turned 13 she was winning all our fights. On 
her 13th birthday she sat on me during her party, in front of all her 
friends, and made me punch my own face taunting me as I had her. Her 
girlfriends loved seeing an older boy get stomped and humiliated by one 
of their own. After she wore me down she let her friends take turns 
riding me around and beating me like a rented mule. If any of them had 
trouble keeping me in line my sister stepped back in and knocked me back 
down. 
Now I pretty much do whatever she says to keep from getting pounded and 
humiliated. She takes my money and makes me do her chores. Mom is gone 
so much that Mindy pretty much runs the house. At the age of 19 I am the 
personal servant to my 15 year old sister. 

The first time Mindy humiliated me in front of a friend of mine was when 
she was 14 and I was 18. My buddy Rob and I were watching a game on TV - 
a good one tied up late. She comes in after school and slams her books 
down on the table in front of me. 

I flinched. Rob chuckled. "Man if that was my sister, I'd pound her for 
that." He said. 

"If you were my brother you'd know better than to try." Shot back Mindy. 
Rob was stunned. He looked her over, but he didn't reply. They were the 
same height, but she had 30 pounds on him easy. 
I just sat and watched the game eating a Charleston Chew - one of those 
long hard candy bars. 

Mindy snapped her fingers in my face. I handed over the candy bar. Rob 
watched in disbelief. I was humiliated, but I wasn't going to give her a 
reason to beat the crap out of me in front of him. 

She snapped her fingers again, then she smacked my face. Nothing rough - 
just a flick of the wrist - but it raised a red mark. I handed her the 
TV remote. Rob's mouth dropped open. 

Then she grabbed my hair and threw me off of the couch onto the floor. 
She plopped down where I was sitting, changed the channel to a game 
show, and proceeded to eat my candy. She slammed her feet up on the 
coffee table and spoke with her mouth full. "Get me a coke." 

I rubbed my hair as I got up and headed to the kitchen. "Man, are you 
whipped!" Yelled Rob after me. I didn't answer. "And by yer baby sister, 
too!" I just went to get the coke - in a glass with 4 ice cubes - just 
how she likes it. 

When I got back it appeared that Rob had left. But upon further review I 
noticed that Mindy was now sitting on his head. Instead of having her 
feet up on the table, her legs rested along his back. She was half 
finished with the candy bar. 

"Matt? Is that you. Man?" His voice was muffled by Mindy's ample hips 
and the sofa cushions. "Pull her off, man!" Mindy chuckled at the idea. 
"Sure." She teased us both. "Pull me off, man." 

Rob struggled for a while. I sat down where he used to be and watched 
the game show. I wondered what the score of the game was. "When I get 
out of here I'm gonna kick yer ass, bitch!" came Rob's frenzied scream 
as if from a block away. 

"Well why didn't you say so." Said Mindy. She dropped her feet to the 
ground and lifted her butt. Rob slid his head out and looked up at her 
from between her knees. Half of his face was imprinted with the sofa 
pattern and the other was imprinted by my sisters jeans. He was beet-red 
and mad as hell. 

"So get started." Said Mindy as she finished the candy. "Kick my ass." 
Rob jumped at her like he expected to strangle her. Mindy didn't bother 
getting up. She just grabbed his arms and bent them behind his back 
stuffing his head under her left arm. Then she planted a knee in his gut 
lifting his feet off the ground. 

She let him go. He collapsed with his face lodged in her lap gasping for 
air. 

"Are you done kicking my ass yet?" She asked. "You've really got me on 
the ropes, tough guy." 

Rob couldn't answer. He just sucked air in loud, rasping gulps. "All 
done?" she asked again. "Oh well. Maybe you can try again later." 

Mindy raised her butt up again and slid his head back under. She sat 
back down and plopped her feet back up. The game show was over so she 
switched to a cartoon. 

"Please let him up, Mindy." I begged. "We'll leave." "You ain't going no 
place." she told me. "You're making me dinner - spaghetti - and none of 
that bottled shit! I want a home made sauce. Besides, his head fills in 
a low spot on the couch. It's comfortable." She shuffled her cheeks on 
his head and smiled at me. Rob wailed from below. 

"Hey Rob." I yelled into my sister's ass. I knew how hard it was to hear 
through all that firm meat. 

"Ya?" "You got any money?" "Why?" "Give it to her and apologize." Rob 
got mad and struggled again but his attempts were pathetic. Mindy just 
watched the cartoon and drank her coke. He finally reached into his back 
pocket and lifted his wallet. 

Mindy just let it hang there in the air. "I'm sorry." Yelled Rob. Mindy 
chuckled at the cartoon on TV. 

"I am really, really sorry, Mindy! I'm just an asshole! Please forgive 
me and let me go!" 

Mindy pulled the wallet from his hand, snatched the cash and chucked the 
wallet over her shoulder. Thirty some-odd bucks. "Okay." she said. I'll 
get up during the next commercial to pee. But if you're still here when 
I get back be prepared to assume the position." 

She sat there until the commercials blared then she got up and left. Rob 
was out the door before Mindy made it to the toilet. A year later I came 
home one night from working at the Stop-an-Shop. Mindy and a friend 
where lounging in the living room talking. Normally I dread this 
situation, but I could tell from the doorway that her friend was such a 
massive knockout that I had to take a closer look. And more my age than 
Mindy's! 

She looked like a swimsuit model - all legs and breasts - 18 to 20 years 
old. And she moved like a cat. I recognized her from the neighborhood. 
She was Sandy Johnson, a real cock-tease. She enjoyed stealing 
boyfriends from stuck up girls just to dump the poor bastard days later. 
"Get in here, Doormat." Called my sister, Mindy. She has fun with my 
name just to piss me off. Nothing I can do about it. I come in and 
address her friend. 

"Hi. I'm Matt." I put on my best stud smile. "You must be Sandy. I've 
seen you around." She had the most amazing set of muscular legs and she 
loved waving them around. When she stood in her 4 inch heels, her groin 
reached past my belly button. I've followed her for blocks whenever I 
saw her on the street. 

"I know you've seen me." Replied Sandy. "I've seen you looking at me." 
And she winked. My cock twitched in my pants. I couldn't help looking 
her over right there. She leaned back on one elbow with her feet up, 
knees bent. She lifted the top leg, bent at the knee until her legs 
stretched wide apart. Then she let it fall back down on the other leg 
with slap. Her firm thighs flexed when together and then relaxed. Then 
she slowly lifted the top leg again and spread her knees apart, and then 
slap. She'd start all over. It was like a cat flicking its tail. 

She wore a V-neck pull-over that stretched a bit to cover her massive 
rack. Her cleavage seemed to go on for days. Her tight belly peaked out 
from under the short shirt. Her hips were completely destroying a skimpy 
pair of fire-red hot pants -- ass cheeks bulged from the bottom. 

I couldn't help it and didn't even try. My lap snake raised a bulge in 
my pants that made her look. Her eyes expanded almost as much as my cock 
had. Her lips made a circle and then mouthed "Wow" silently. 

Her stiffening nipples poking through her shirt told me that her breasts 
were riding that high all on their own -- without support. "Amazing." I 
was forced to whisper. 

Then my sister broke in. "Sandy was just telling me how she makes money 
off of horny old men. Get down on your knees so she can show me." Great. 
Here I am getting a hot babe ready to jump my knob and my sister chooses 
now to humiliate me. 

"Back off, Mindy." I mutter, wincing even as I say it. Mindy laughed. 
"Nice try Romeo. She's real impressed. Now get down or I'll put you 
there." 

I smiled down at Sandy. She sucked the tip of one finger and winked 
again as she spread her legs once more. I almost fell to my knees in 
spite of myself. But I didn't want to give in to my sister. I smiled 
back at Sandy, nodded as casually as I could, then I bolted for the 
stairs. 

But Mindy was on me half way up. She crushed me down and punch my ribs a 
few time to take the fight out of me. But as winded as I was I 
struggled. She picked me up over her head and bashed me against the top 
of the door frame on the way back into the living room. Sandy hadn't 
moved. 

Mindy walked me over and dropped me at Sandy's feet. "You're gonna do 
like I tell you, Doormat." 

I rose to my knees -- kneeling before Sandy who looked to be only mildly 
amused. Then she spread her legs, giving me a clear shot of how those 
hot pants hugged her love lips. Her vagina created twin mounds that 
called to me. 

"Of course I normally take the time to seduce them into eating me." Said 
Sandy. "But this is just for demonstration." At first I thought she was 
addressing me, then I realized this was a continuation of her 
conversation with my sister. 

"Well, we can speed it up." Said Mindy. And she pushed my face deep into 
Sandy's meaty muff. Sandy moaned as my chin split her exposed ass cheeks 
and my nose slid deep into her quivering quim. The hot pants were satin, 
very soft. Mindy let go of my head, but I didn't move. I just inhaled 
slowly, enjoying the intoxicating aroma of Sandy's warm groin. 

Then Sandy stretched her long legs out on either side of my head and 
closed them slowly over my ears. She pushed my face deeper into her 
flesh as she tightened her grip. Her thighs, ass, and muff covered my 
entire head except the crown and my eyes. It felt like heaven - until 
the pressure climbed into the pain territory. 

"Once I have them locked in I start doing my hair." continued Sandy. She 
rummaged in her purse and pulled out a comb. My heart was pounding! 
Looking up her body from there was outrageous! Her belly and breasts 
were like rolling farmland. I could see up her short shirt to the bottom 
curve of her tits. She was perfection. I tried to pant, but suddenly 
realized I could not. I could not breath at all. I was getting no air. I 
was being smothered. 

I tried to pull back but my head didn't budge. Not even enough to let in 
air. My hands flew up and slapped her legs and my eyes grew huge! Sandy 
tapped my forehead with her comb. "This is my favorite part." She said 
to my sister. "He just realized he's in trouble." I struggled as my 
sister chuckled. Sandy just smiled down at me - enjoying my panic. Her 
nipples were absolutely blasting into her shirt now. 

Her curves had blinded me to the fact that she was over 6 feet tall even 
without the shoes. All that meat added up to more than I could move! I 
was trapped and running out of air! And was she fighting to defeat me? 
No. She was doing her hair! 

She rolled it up in a bun and worked it as she talked. "I found out that 
I can hold them for as long as it takes to put my hair up without 
killing them, unless they have a bad heart." 

"Have you ever tried it against a man bigger than you?" Asked Mindy. 
Sandy stopped doing her hair to think. "Keep going! Keep going!" I 
screamed into her muff. 

Sandy moaned. "Ohhh! Haa ha ha... yehhhh! I love it when they scream. 
It's like using a vibrator." She rubbed on my face with her muff for a 
moment. I squirmed as she moved, hoping to get a little air. But her 
meaty lips and ass cheeks kept their grip on my face. 

"Yep. I did do a truck driver once. He bounced me around a little, but 
he couldn't break free. Once he passed out, I let him go and stomped his 
nuts flat for the extra trouble he caused." She gave my head an extra 
squeeze. It felt like my skull would crack! 

I screamed again, making her moan again. She patted my head "You're a 
lot of fun, Matt. Keep it up!" 

"So what happens next?" Asked Mindy. "Once they pass out I take their 
money and jewels. Especially the wedding rings. Remember, I normally 
only do this to married men that try to pick me up." 

"Is that important?" "Yes." Replied Sandy. As she tucked her hair into 
place her tits waved majestically -- almost popped out from under her 
shirt. Even now I couldn't take my eyes from them. "It gives me the 
moral high ground." 

"Oh." "Plus wedding rings are always gold. You should see how much gold 
I've saved!" 

"What are you going to do with it?" "I'm saving it to make a gold statue 
of my body. I've got more than enough. I seduced an artist and he made a 
plaster cast of me from my knees to my neck. Next week I'll deliver the 
gold to fill it with. I think he's made a couple rubber dolls from the 
mold too - for his personal use." The girls snickered. 

"Man-oh-man!" My sister clapped her hands. "You must be loaded." "Tax-
free, honey. Those men come in with a ton of cash. They'll pay for it if 
they have to. And it's all mine for the taking! Sometimes I do 3 or 4 
men a night." 

This is where I started to loss track. The room began to spin and spots 
shifted before my eyes. The girls continued to talk about lawyers and 
accountants, and how to get them to work for free. 

And then, as everything went black, I heard my mother's voice. 
"Let him go." Sandy's legs pulled away from my ears and the blood rushed 
back. MAN what a headache! I was too out of it to lift my lips from her 
butt. But Sandy placed her spike heels on my shoulders and shoved. 

I flipped over backwards and landed with a thump at my mother's feet. 
She was shaking her head down at me. "You poor little shit. But I guess 
you brought it on by not being nicer to your sister when you had the 
upper hand." She stepped over me and went upstairs. "Clean that up." She 
called back, referring to me. 

"Yes, mom." Said Mindy. But she didn't. The girls left and I passed out 
for the night. 

The next night I was walking past the local paycheck bar when I saw 
Sandy leaving with a man old enough to be her father. He was groping her 
up like a bear mauling a deer. And he was a big one too. As big as mom! 
I ducked behind the bush and watched. She took him around back. I 
followed down the alley. 

Sandy had her skirt off and was just slipping her panties down and 
saying, "Is this what you're looking for big boy?" "Sure as fuck is!" He 
slurred. "But first I'm getting a face fuck!" and he grabbed her tits 
hard! 

"Ouch!" She bit back the yell and brought up a knee into his balls. But 
he was too drunk to feel all of the pain. He bent, but did not break. 
Instead he back-handed her hard, not once but seven or eight times. She 
buckled under the attack and fell to her knees at his feet.
 
He yanked his pants down, then pulled her shirt off over her head and 
crammed his throbbing tool all over her face. His sack bounced on her 
firm chest as he hammered her face with his enormous cock among the 
garbage cans. 

What could I do? The guy was three times my size! But I had to try. I 
jumped out and smacked him on the back with both hands. He didn't 
notice. I came around to the side and drove a fist into his ribs. My 
knuckles buckled, driving shards of pain up my arm. 

He smacked me in the face and cut me open with the back of his hand. I 
fell to the ground. 

From out of nowhere stepped Mindy.  She tugged on the big man's arm and 
pulled him off of poor Sandy. I never realized how built my sister had 
become over the last few years. Sure the muscle was there, but so too 
were the hips and bosom of a real woman. And the big man noticed them. 
"Hot shit!" He snarled. "A double dip titty fuck sandwich!" And he 
grabbed Mindy and pushed her onto Sandy. Poor Sandy was crushed under 
Mindy's big ass. She cried out under the weight. 

The big man aimed his shaft at my sister's ample cleavage. "Yer sure 
built for pleasure, ain't cha." He mumbled as his sank his meat down her 
blouse. 

But she pumped an upper cut into his gut. Snot blasted from his nose. 
Then he smiled down at her. "Not bad little girl. You like it rough do 
you?" 

He punched my sister in the face. Mindy took the blow and stood up. 
Sandy dropped to the pavement between Mindy's feet. Mindy backed the man 
up with two kicks to the ribs and a punch in the face. He staggered 
back. Then he smiled down at her again. 

 "This is gonna be fun." He growled, then he spit out a tooth. 

Mindy stepped up to punch him again but he decked her with a right so 
nasty I thought he'd taken her head off! She hit the alley and bounced! 
I ran and stood over her as she recovered. 

The man lifted me by my shirt and flipped me over his back like an empty 
box. 

But by then Sandy had recovered. She leaped over my sister and planted a 
spike heel in the big man's wind pipe. He clutched his throat and 
gagged. 

Mindy pulled herself off of the pavement and mashed her hands deep into 
his groin and squeezed. The man doubled over. I slipped up behind him on 
my hands and knees. Sandy saw me and ran at the man. She jumped and 
planted her naked ass on his face, driving him backwards. 

He tripped over me and fell with Sandy's full weight on his face. His 
massive arms dropped to his sides and lay still. Mindy lifted his legs 
so that I could crawl out. Sandy, still naked except for her shoes 
grabbed my and dragged me into her bosom. She remained seated on the 
man's face as she gathered my entire body up into her lap. I was aroused 
-- here we were smothering this man with our combined weight in front of 
my sister and I couldn't help but get a boner. 

Then I realized Sandy was sobbing. I hugged her back, patting her head 
as she cried onto my shoulder. 

"I like how you tried taking on that meat-pile." Said Mindy patting my 
back as Sandy kissed my neck. "By the way, what were you doing here?" "I 
just saw Sandy..." I didn't know what to say next. That I wanted to see 
her beat up some married man, Or maybe catch a glimpse of her hair pie? 
"I get it." Said Mindy, coming to my rescue again. "Why were you here?" 
I asked. 

"Just looking out for a friend. She could have beat 95% of the men in 
that joint, but when the big one hit on her, the others backed off. She 
didn't want my help, so I had to stay way back. That's why you got here 
first." 

"Mindy?" said Sandy softly. "Yes?" "You mind if Matt takes me home?" Her 
hands were roaming my body now. Something more than comfort was being 
gained from our touch. Her left hand found my groin and rested there. 
The big man began to buck under her ass. Mindy walked around and booted 
his nuts 3 or 4 times.  He howled up Sandy's ass. Sandy clutched my rod 
hard and stuffed her tongue into my mouth for a passionate kiss. The man 
twitched for a while then lay still again. Mindy handed Sandy her 
clothes. Sandy gave them to me and I helped her get dressed. I will 
never forget pulling that shirt down over her buoyant breasts. It was a 
tight fit. 

"I'll see you guys later." Said Mindy. And she was gone. We got up and I 
slipped her panties back on. She let me wrap her skirt around her waist 
and fasten it. Then still on my knees I kissed her thigh. 

"OH! That reminds me!" She said. She returned to the man and robbed him 
blind, including his wedding ring. "Now we can go." I walked her home as 
she draped herself over my arm. I only came up to her shoulder so her 
breasts waived just to the right of my lips as we walked. 

She had a walk-up apartment in a nice neighborhood. Suffocating men had 
to pay better than the Stop-And-Shop, I thought. Sandy dumped her new 
treasure into a suitcase full of gold watch bands and rings. She stuffed 
the cash into a dresser drawer already overflowing with money. 

Sandy pushed me onto her 4-post bed... and the rest was a magical mix of 
flesh and spirit that drew us together creating the cornerstone of our 
burgeoning relationship. Over the years we worked on completing the 
foundation and the building itself. But that first night marked the 
beginning for us. 

When I got home the next day -- bruised and happy -- mom and Mindy were 
waiting for me. 

"Your sister will not take me to him." Said mom. "So you're gonna." 
"Take you to who?" I asked.
 
Mom stood and walked over to me. I stepped back. She placed her broad 
knuckles on her powerful hips and looked down at me. She flexed her arms 
until veins bulged. 

I tried to shrink away more but my back was against a wall. She raised a 
hand to my chin and gently grabbed it. I flinched. She could easily rip 
my head from my body. But she had never raised a hand to me. I wasn't 
intimidated by the idea that she would. Only that she could. 

"I just want to make sure this man knows better than to pick on me and 
mine." She whispered gently. "Let your mom have some fun, Matthew. Tell 
me where I can find the man you fought last night." 

"I told you we took care of it, mom." Said Mindy. "And now I'm going to 
take care of it!" snapped my mom. Her hand tightened on my chin. 

I whimpered and she let go. "The paycheck bar on Church street!" I spat 
out. 

"Good boy." She patted my head and stormed out. I waited for Mindy to 
get up and kick my ass. She was mad, but something had changed. She 
didn't want to beat me up anymore - not even if I crossed her. 

Eventually she broke the silence. "Have a good time last night?" she 
asked. 

I didn't know what to say to that. "Sure." I mumbled. Mindy jumped up 
and I dropped to my knees with my hands over my eyes -- almost fetal at 
her feet. She sighed. 

"Get up Matt." She said... not Doormat. "Let's go watch the show." 
Moments later we were outside the bar as mom dragged the big man out by 
his ear. 

She spat in his face and called him some names - just to get him mad 
enough. 

He pounded her face. After each one she planted one of hers in his ribs. 
After ten blows he couldn't stand up straight. Mom had some puffy spots, 
but she didn't seem to mind. 

She pointed over at us. The man took the opportunity to land a savage, 
but ineffectual blow to her gut. "You see those two kids?" She asked 
him. 

When he looked she broke his nose with the back of her hand. He punched 
back. She let it land on the side of her face. She punched his lips so 
hard he staggered up against the building. Blood gushed from his mouth. 
"What are you going to do the next time you see them?" She asked walking 
up to him with her hands on her hips He spat another tooth. "First I'm 
gonna fist-fuck the boy." He replied, waving the fist he would use. 

Wrong answer. Mom grabbed his hair with one hand and pounded his face 
with the other until there wasn't a tooth in his head. He had to swallow 
most of them along with pint of blood to keep from drowning. He made a 
few tries to punch and kick at her, but she ignored it. 

She let him drop to his knees. "What are you going to do the next time 
you see them?" She asked again. 

He just panted and spat blood, grateful for the break. She pulled his 
face up and started working on his eyes with blow after blow. He just 
held onto her ass with bloody hands and whimpered. The fight was gone. 
She knew how to beat him in a way that left him conscious, but turned 
his face into hamburger. 

After a while she did stop. The entire crowd gasped a sigh of relief. 
Even cops stood by watching, afraid to get in the way of this mad mom. 
"What are you going to do the next time you see those kids?" She asked 
again. 

"If he can ever see again." Came a voice from the crowd. "Run like 
hell." He blubbered as he sank down to my mom's feet. "I'm gonna run 
like hell. Please stop. Please forgive me." 

"Good boy." Said mom. And she left to clean up for her night job. Sandy 
and I were married a year later. Mindy was the maid of honor. Rob was my 
best man (those two disappeared early on in the reception.) 

After making Sandy's statue she still had enough saved up to buy us a 
big house to put it in. She stopped trolling the bars for married men. 
Now and then she reminds me to behave or worse than that could happen to 
me. But she needn't worry. She put me through college so I could learn 
to manage her investments. 

Mindy went to college on a wrestling scholarship and mom got to retire 
early on all the money she had saved up for our education. And Sandy 
keeps herself amused by accepting outrageous amounts of cash just to let 
millionaires kiss her ass as she chokes them with her legs. Do I mind? 
No. She tapes the events and we watch as she sucks me off. Then we take 
luxury vacations on the money. Life is good. Why should I mind?