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o This part of my collection offers a very wide variety of stories. o
o They have been submitted by people from all over the world. Also from o
o alt.sex.stories (Newsgroups). There is no particular order to this o
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o browse around and find 'little' surprises, and topics that you might o
o not have even thought of looking for. I hope you enjoy your time among o
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o Lest we forget!!! This story was produced as adult entertainment o
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Amazons (Fdom)
by Anonymous Author (c) 1992
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PRELUDE: This story is set in the year 2018. The United States
is pretty much the same except that there is something new in the
water -- a chemical which is causing some major changes in the way
people develop. No one knows how this chemical, called 3,6,7-
trihydro-estrosterone, got into the water. But it is making girls
grow taller and stronger. The average height of a female highs
school senior is now 5'11", and the growth period of young women
is becoming longer, so that they don't stop growing until they
are around 21. The news media is calling this "The Amazon
Generation", and sas the changes will "profoundly affect the
relationship between the sexes." (from NEWSDATE-online)
Scientists are predicting that the average height of a fully-
grown woman will soon be 6'2" or 6'3" tall....
This is the story of an intrepid young reporter who has bent
over backward to heed the call of duty from his editor. He
has attempted to go WHERE NO MAN HAS GONE BEFORE!!!
He's PLAYING BALL WITH THE GALS!!!
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I am forced to play basketball on a women's team, against another
women's team. These are two of the top college women's basketball
teams, or at least the girls are college age. All of them are
attractive and over 6' tall. I am the only male playing, but since
I'm only 5'8", they all tower over me (they aren't giantesses, just very
big girls.) The girls aren't wearing standard uniforms, but
something a bit sexier, tighter, with very short shorts, tight tank
tops, etc.
The play is very rough, much rougher than normal women's basketball.
All the girls are in great physical condition. I try to keep up
but they are all 100X better players than me, and I mess up a lot.
I get roughed up a lot, with all these 6'-plus tall girls bumping into
me, passing and catching the ball over my head, and knocking me down.
There is a lot of pressure from the girls on my team for me to perform,
as I'm "a guy", but I am a terrible player and contribute nothing to
the team. Plus, I feel incredibly turned on by all these girls, who
are all very attractive. I can't concentrate on the game. So the
coach calls me out and puts in another girl, an attractive 6'2"
freshman named Darrelyn. She goes in and scores 12 points for our
team, saving thegame for us. I find this girl especially cute; she
has very long, shapely legs; a fair, smooth complexion, red-blonde hair,
and thick red lips. Her body is tight and pretty well-muscled, though
not ripped like a bodybuilder's.
After the game, there is a victory party in a hotel suite. I'm there,
but very embarrassed among all these girls who are such great players.
I am the only male at the party; the rest are all team members....
Everyone is drinking and getting high, there is great music, and I
find myself standing in a corner right next to that strawberry blonde
girl, who has broad shoulders, big tits, and a sweet southern accent.
She is wearing very short shorts, white basketball shoes, a tight-fitting
T-shirt, and big-framed glasses. I have a tremendous hard-on.
I compliment her on her playing, and tell her "That three pointer you
hit with four seconds on the clock was awesome." She smiles victoriously
and kicks on knee high into the air. Because her legs are so long, her
knee practically reaches my shoulder! She whoops, excaiming, "That's my
specialty!"
In the suite's breakfast nook, there is a bar and a bunch of the girls are
laughing and playing "arm wrestle" with each other. They call out to me
to join them. "Let's see if anyone can beat a guy!" I say I don't want
to play along, but they all shout "C'mon, c'mon, you're a guy, men are
stronger than women!" They shout and shout almost tauntingly, until I
agree to arm wrestle a pretty 6'1 brunette named Meredith. We lock hands
on the bar top, and after a struggle, she defeats me! My face goes red!
"Hey Meredith, it looks like the Olympic powerlifting is paying off!"
"Olympic powerlifting?" I ask, bewildered. "Yeah," says Dixie, a 6' blonde,
we do four three hour sessions every week. All of us."
Then they push Darrelyn in front of me. "Try Darrelyn," says Dixie.
"We noticed you seem to like her." "He's sweet on Darrelyn, everybody knows
it!" blurts out Mandy from the living room. "He'll want to try that!"
All the girls are standing around me, smiling broadly in anticipation.
"OOPS! Hope I didn't ruin anything!!! Well, nobody reads those stupied
DOCS anyway!"
"The loser has to make breakfast for the winner
tomorrow morning." Suzanne pushes me back to the bar across from Darrelyn.
"Come on, we wanna see if you can beat Darrelyn. She's younger than the
rest of us, she's only been powerlifting for five weeks," says Dixie.
"She looks pretty strong to me," I say. "She's only a freshman. Just
a little Southern girl," Dixie smiles, squinting her eyes. "You're
28 years old, aren't you?"
"Yeah," I gulped. I had agreed to play that night on their team because
I was a sports columnist for a local newspaper, and my editor liked the
whole writing staff to try crazy stunts to boost readership.
"Well, you're a grown man. Now arm wrestle her!"
Darrelyn looked miffed, like she wanted to back out. "He's probably
tired. It's been a long night." "Well, you must be tired too,"
Suzanne said. "After winning the game for us." She went over and
cupped Darrelyn's ear conspiratorily, whispered something into it.
Darrelyn's face lightened. She raised her perfectly arched brows and
said, "OK", smiling a bit.
She extended her arm and we locked hands. I concentrated on pouring
all my strength into my right arm. Beads of sweat were developing on
my temples. I strained against her force. Her face was calm, without
a bit of strain. Then her gorgeous features tightened a bit, as
if she were concentrating too. For no more than ten seconds, it was
a titanic battle of supposed equals. I funnelled every ounce of
strength into that arm. But I was losing. My arm descended slowly,
then faster. And then WHOOOMP! I had lost.
There was silence in the room. "And she hasn't been powerlifting but
a month and a half," someone said. "It's still best of three," Dixie
reminded us. "Rest up. Tracey, get them some cold pop from the ice
chest." Tracey, a 6' blonde, handed us ice cold cans of soda. After
a few minutes, we were back at it. "Okay, second bout," Dixie announced.
I gripped Darrelyn's bigger hand. "Remember, loser cooks breakfast.
Whatever the winner wants! Get set, go!" said Dixie in her South Carolina
drawl. Again, we strained fiercely, or rather I did. Again, Darrelyn's
perfect features remained expressionless. She even cracked a bit of a
smile, which I thought was cruel. And again, beads of clammy sweat
developed on my temples, tracing cool-warm rivulets down my sideburns,
my cheeks, my neck. I concentrated hard, almost prayed. But to no avail.
WHOOOOMP! I was down again.
"That's best of three. Darrelyn beat you!" announced Dixie. "Now,
Darrelyn, what'll it be for breakfast tomorrow?" Darrelyn rolled her
eyes a bit, pursed her full lips. "Can I sleep on it?" "You sure can,
girl. It's been a hard night!" Dixie said. "Now you guys shake hands..."
I went over to shake Darrelyn's hand. I looked up at her wide-set,
pretty blue eyes, and those full lips. No one spoke.
Someone turned the stereo back on, and Darrelyn and I each opened a cold
beer. We talked a bit, standing near the kitchen. The music was loud
again. We talk for a long time, have a few more beers. The other girls
leave us alone in our corner. My head seems to be spinning from the night,
the beer, the music, and my defeats to this towering golden-haired goddess.
Suddenly, a girl pushes me from behind and I loose my balance. I fall
right on top of Darrelyn, knocking us both over, onto the floor. My beer
spills all over her chest, saturating the clingy tan T-shirt she is wearing.
We're both down and I'm on top. Moving around on top of her body, my
hard-on returns in full force. A bunch of girls are yelling, "Kiss her!
Kiss her! C'mon, kiss her you little wimp!" One girl pushes my head down
onto her, and I kiss her thick red lips...she smiles and giggles. The girls
are shouting, "Come on, we know you want her!!" Then a girl picks me up by
the collar and pushes both me and her into a semidarkened bedroom. One
girl yells to her teammate, "Hey Darrelyn, don't hide your strength from him!"
"Yeah," shouts another, "Remember, you're representing the female sex!"
"And the Class of 2022!" someone else shouted. "Show him what the new
generation of women can do!" They shut the door on us and we took off
our clothes....
THE END