The involuntary baby
By Roger Emerson


Kerry had never been particularly athletic.  In fact, he stood just 5 feet
2 inches and 130 pounds. Despite this, he admired the taller athletic
women, and often fantasized what it would be like to have one as a
girlfriend.

One evening, his friend Bill invited him to party.  "Come on it will be
great " Bill insisted.  He nudged Kerry. "The regional conference of
women's University crew teams will be there" Bill knew of Kerry's penchant
for Amazons, and Kerry's eyes widened.  "That would be something", he
replied.

As they walked in the party, Kerry was amazed. He seemed to be staring into
a veritable sea of wide shouldered tall strapping young women.  In many
cases, his head was approximately level with their bra straps or, from the
front, their bosoms.

It was a crowded party.  As Kerry reached for a canape, he suddenly found
himself nudged from the front and fell over sideways.  To rest his fall, he
involuntarily grasped the dress of a woman next to him.  The dress came
partially down as he hit the floor.

She wheeled on him "what kind of a pervert..."

Kerry was terrified.  This woman was at least 6 feet tall and 180 pounds of
solid muscle.  She looked livid.  Her fists were clinched and she could do
anything.

Suddenly, a booming voice from the other side stopped her in her tracks.
"It's all right", a baritone Amazonian voice stated authoritatively.  "I
knocked him over.  He was so little, I didn't see him standing there.  It's
really not his fault at all."

Kerry was dazed, and a bit humiliated.  He checked, and nothing seemed to
be broken.

The angry Amazon relented.  "All right, if that's what you say."  She
dusted herself off, and turned around.

As Kerry began to stand, he felt a huge hand surround his shoulder.  He was
lifted effortlessly to his feet like a child.

Kerry looked over at the womanhood who had bumped him, now his savior. She
was the most powerful Amazon he had ever seen.  She was about 6 foot six,
and she had to weigh at least 220 pounds.

She had long, wavy honey-colored hair, a big nose, a wide smile, and eyes
that seemed to twinkle as she smiled.  All of her features were
proportionate to her size apart from an exceptionally long torso (which did
not detract from her extremely long massively muscled legs).

"Are you all right?," she asked him. "I think so" Kerry replied.  He felt
extremely tense inside, and not just because of the incident.  This woman's
presence was having a definite effect on him.

"I'm so sorry," she said.  Almost absentmindedly, her huge hands dusted off
his shoulders and back and brushed the top of his head.  She was noticing
his longish wavy brown hair, penetrating big blue eyes, and cute features.

"I'm Susan”, she said as she extended her hand.  He reached out, and her
hand completely engulfed his.  "Kerry", he replied.  She squeezed it gently
enough, but he realized she could crush his hand without even thinking
about it.  However, she was fairly gentle.

"You look a little shaken up. can I get you something to drink?" Kerry
nodded his head.  "I'll be right back" she said.

She returned with two gin and tonics.  She handed one of them to him.  "I'm
not much of one for mixed drinks" Kerry demurred.  But she refused to take
it back.  In a quiet yet commanding voice she said, "drink that. it'll make
you feel better."

Kerry felt a strange sense of excitement about this.  With a shaking hand,
he took a drink and quickly gulped it down.  She tossed her stuck back with
a splash, swallowed it in one gulp, and smiled.  "There, doesn't that feel
better?  I'll get us another."

As Kerry was about to protest, she moved away through the crowd like a
force of nature.  He admired the powerful way that her muscles flexed as
she walked: her large yet totally muscular backside, her massively wide
shoulders, her well muscled arms and her well-defined legs.  The crowd
parted for her almost involuntarily

Kerry realized that this was a woman used to assuming command.

She returned with two more drinks.  "Here's yours "she asserted as she
practically shoved it in his face.

They both swallowed their drinks, Kerry a little quicker than last time.
He was starting to feel unsteady on his feet.  "Wow, those are strong."
She laughed.  "They're doubles, sweetheart.  What do you expect from a big
girl like me?  It's just enough to barely get me going. I'm kind of a
Valkyrie," she winked.

Kerry nodded, and then he felt a little unsteady on his feet.  He started
to tumble over, this time however due to nothing external.  She caught him.
 For and grasped him around the waist and lifted him back up.

Without thinking about it, he leaned in against her, the top of his head
next to her breast.  "There, there" she said, " I'd better get you seated."

She guided him over to a table, pulled out a chair and placed him in it.
Then she sat herself down.

Kerry felt a strange mixture of excitement in intoxication.  He felt he
should make conversation, he just didn't know where to begin.  "Where are
you from?"

"I'm captain of the university's rowing team.  I grew up 100 miles from
here.  My family's really wealthy, so I don't have to live in a dormitory.
In fact, I've got a house of my own out in the country.  So I guess that's
where you could say I'm from, at least for right now."

She winked, as if she'd told a joke.

"How about you?  Are you, umm, old enough to be here?"

Though drunk, Kerry could still get indignant.  "I'm 24 years old", he
exclaimed.

She laughed. "No need to feel insulted, dear" "I was just reflecting that
if we were to walk down the street together people could think you were a
little boy".

Kerry turned red. "I'm a grown man".  He started to stand up.

Her hand shot out and pressed lightly on his shoulder, easily yet
immovably.  "Relax, I was just messing with you".

Then she leaned forward.  "You know, I LIKE little guys.  You're so much
more fun than those big macho brutes."

Kerry was dumbfounded.  He couldn't believe his ears.  "What?  What did you
say?"

She nodded, as if she understood. She removed her hand from his shoulder
and with her two hands clasped his hands and gently pulled them towards
her.

She leaned forward a little further.  "The only guys have had the guts to
ask me out for years have been a football player types.  And they have to
prove their manliness by practically raping you.  I left a few of them
regretting it.  In fact (at this she looked stern for a moment) I
practically put one of them in the hospital."

"I like tenderness, and sweetness.  While all kinds of cute little girls
and cheerleaders have made themselves available to me-hell, practically
thrown themselves at me..."

"Much as I regret it sometimes, I'm just not gay. I like something MALE.
Not TOO male, mind you, but I like those smells and feels associated with a
male body."

Then she leaned forward still further, so their faces were almost touching.
 "I really kind of like the boyish look, the boyish innocence.  I mean (at
this she laughed again) it's not like you're going to mess with me or
anything."

At this, she effortlessly pulled on his hands so his torso moved toward
her, and lightly kissed him on the lips.

Kerry was now intoxicated in more ways than one.  His mind was swimming in
disbelief, and his hormones were on fire.

She seemed to get excited too, and she kissed him a little more
passionately as her tongue flickered momentarily around the inside of his
mouth.

All this was simply too much for Kerry.  He teetered, and slouched forward.

"Poor baby" she commented to no one in particular.  "I guess I'd better
take you home".

She stood up, walked around the table, pulled out Kerry's chair with one
hand, lifted him up by his armpits and placed him over her shoulder like a
bag of exercise equipment.

Steadying Kerry with an arm around his rump, she left the party.  To the
couple of people who gave them surprised glances (most were too engrossed
in their own activities to notice), she shrugged and said, "he needs to
sleep it off.  He had a little too much drink."

The people nodded.  They had seen many strange things at such parties.

She carried him all away to her car, unlocked the passenger door, and
gently set him in the passenger seat.  She buckled him in, closed the door,
and then drove home.

Kerry was still sound asleep when they arrived.  She sighed, walked around
the passenger door and opened it.  She unlocked the belt.  She slid her
right arm under his knees, and her left arm under his shoulders, then
gently lifted him out of his seat like a bride.

She carried him inside, and as she did she noticed that he had had a small
accident.  She thought, "Little boys can't take care of themselves- they
need to be cleaned up."

Into the bathroom she carried him, where she undressed him.  Then she
undressed herself, turned on the shower and lifted him inside it.  She
stepped inside, turned on a hot shower and began to soap him up all over.

At this, he woke up.  She was lathering his lower back with one hand while
the other was soaping up his genitals. Stunned to find himself naked next
to this also-naked Amazon, he instinctively moved to protect himself.

He reached down and placed both hands on hers that was rubbing his
genitals, which had no effect at all except to make her realize he was
awake.

She laughed, and continued to soap him while she kneaded his genitals.  Her
other hand moved lower and began to soap up his bottom.  A large soapy
finger slid into his anus.

He gasped, and then her hands moved away from their playful area and
stroked his head.

"You are so cute", she exclaimed.  "I might just keep you".

Kerry was speechless, and also totally aroused.  Her hand reached down and,
grasping his penis, she declared, "I see you're excited by the idea".

Kerry was indeed excited, but also felt a bewildering array of other
emotions.  Fear, amazement, shock and even terror were all competing.
Plus, he was still very drunk.

"I won't make you soap me up -yet "she exclaimed, as she playfully wriggled
her butt.

Then she reached down placed her hands under his armpits, and effortlessly
lifted him out of the tub onto the bathmat.  She stepped out and joined
him.

Then she grasped a huge white fluffy cotton towel and wrapped it around
him, drying him thoroughly.

After this, she used it to dry herself while he stood there, mouth agape.

She looked down at him.  He was still aroused.

He looked at her, and saw that her nipples were taut and red. Her pubic
bush was almost a foot higher than his penis, and the hair was thick and
lush.  He thought he could smell her arousal.

She saw him look at her pubic bush.  "You can touch me there if you want
to", she said in a surprisingly sweet voice.

He was, however, too terrified to do so.

She nodded to herself once again.  Speaking more to herself than to him,
she said "I understand.  You've never been with someone like me, and you're
too terrified to do anything about it.  I guess I'll just have to take the
lead. Not that I mind" and at this she let out a small gasping laugh.

She bent her knees, like a basketball player preparing to take a shot.  She
wrapped one arm around his thighs just under his ass.  The other one she
placed under his arm and around his shoulders.

Then she straightened up.  He was instantly lifted a foot off the ground
with their bodies rubbing fiercely together, and he found himself face to
face with her again.

This time, however, he was aware of her breasts surrounding his chest, and
her hot genitals several inches below his own.  He was also aware of his
feet dangling helplessly a foot off the ground.

Reaching up, with her hand behind his shoulders, she grasped the back of
his head to hold it in position, and leaned forward to kiss him.  He felt
helpless and excited at the same time.

As their lips touched she kissed with passion, and then more intensely.
She pulled away for a second.  "Open your mouth and teeth and let my tongue
in.  You know you want it."

Then she leaned in for a kiss again, and he complied.

The kissed passionately like this for some time.  He lost track of the
time.  They both felt his erection pressing against her firm belly, and he
wanted desperately to rub, but she held him secure there like a baby.  He
was able to do nothing.

(To be continued)