The Perfection of Amazon and Loverboy
By Roger Emerson, rogeremerson@gmail.com



Kerry had never been particularly athletic. In fact, he stood just 5 feet 2
inches and 115 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,
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. Her broad shoulders bulged with solid
muscle.

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.

END OF PART ONE

PART TWO

She smiled and rubbed noses with him. "I see you're excited." Holding his rear
securely with her forearm, she reached over to the medicine cabinet and
grabbed a bottle of "Le Male".

"I just love how this smells." She commented, lightly spraying him all over
his body.

He noticed that her pupils dilated as she smelled it on him, which got him
even more excited. Her grip loosened momentarily as she placed the cologne
back on the shelf, and he began to rub furiously.

She quickly tightened up again "Ah, ah" she said, "you'll have to wait on
that., save that for later. And I'll help you learn how to discipline yourself
so we save that until you've given me lots of pleasure."

Then she flipped him over her shoulder, lightly whacked his rump with the palm
of her hand (though I felt hard to him, and stunned a bit), and she laughed.
"This has gotta be the most exciting thing you've ever done in your life,
baby."

With long strides, she carried them into the bedroom. She pulled back the
coverlet and sheet, gently lowering the two of them onto the bed. There was a
distinct flowery aroma and the room.

"Smell that", she said. "I love the smell of lavender, so I keep aromatherapy
going all the time."

She rubbed her hands over the sheets, and told him to do the same. "It's 400
thread count Egyptian cotton, almost like silk. And the mattress pad and
pillow are both made of memory foam, so this is the kind of bed for
sleeping... and everything else."

"Do you like what you see?"

At that she stood back from the bed and stretched languidly to her full 6 1/2
feet, moving her arms and legs sinuously, writing in slow motion like a belly
dancer. He lay there, absolutely transfixed.

"Now, I know you think we're going to have intercourse, and we will. Lots of
it. But that's just the icing on the cake, or the peaks of the waves.
Whatever. Most guys never do understand that sex is a process that can
lovingly go on for hours with lots of foreplay and afterplay. Girls understand
this, and that's why sometimes I wish I was gay.

So I'm going to teach you to make love like a girl." She laughed. "Don't
worry, I'll still please you like a guy. You'll enjoy all the things guys want
from women. But there's so much more, my dear."

"For starters," she continued "most guys like a rougher touch and girls like a
softer touch. That's no problem here at all, she laughed, because your rough
touch will feel soft to me and my soft touch will feel rough to you. We're
perfect together in that way. And, I expect, in lots of others.

Then she lowered herself onto the bed, her knees straddling him, towering
above him. His heart raced and he felt excited or terrified. He couldn't tell
which.

Then she laid down next to him.

She took his hands and placed them below her breasts on the sides of her broad
chest. "We're going to caress each other all over, slowly" she said. "That'll
get us both even more excited, and you'll see just how much fun it can be.
Women have way more erogenous zones the most guys ever imagined. And I'm gonna
teach you how to play them like a piano."

For the next half hour or so (he lost track of time), she directed his hands
slowly to caress all kinds of areas on her body that he didn't even know were
erogenous zones. Never once did he touch her breasts or pubic area.
Nevertheless, as she began to writhe a bit, sweat and even moan he got the
idea that she was enjoying it immensely.

After a while, she took one of his hands and cupped it over her left breast,
and instructed him to take her right nipple inside his lips and suck gently on
it while licking up and down like a lollipop. Silently, her hand guided his
other hand in pleasuring her left breast.

After a while, she had him vary the tempo of licking and sucking, encircling
her nipple with his tongue and even gently nibbling it. She breathed even
faster.

At a certain point, in a husky voice, she said "that's enough".

She rolled onto her back, placed her hands around his waist, and lowered him
so that his face was level with her pubic mound.

"I want you to kiss, nibble, gently lick, , caress and tease me all over this
area. But don't touch my pussy until I'm ready"

In a very quiet, almost strangled voice he asked, "how will I know?"

"You'll know.", she replied.

Tentatively at first, and then with more confidence and enthusiasm as she
responded, he did as he was instructed. She writhed even more vigorously, and
he marveled at her powerful muscles flexing and her excitement. The sweat on
her skin smelled delicious. He actually enjoyed licking it and tasting it. It
was better than a perfume.

Eventually, she let out a deep moan, and thrust her pubic mound right into his
face. She grasped the back of his head firmly in fingers that felt like a vise
and commanded "lick".

His tongue found the wet spot and she gently directed it by moving his head
and her hips so that it found her little nub. Eventually, she started to
hyperventilate and then she screamed. Startled, he stopped.

"Don't...you... dare stop", she commanded.

He continued licking and she screamed some more and thrashed.

This continued for a while, and eventually her fingers pulled his head away
from her pussy.

She lay there with her legs spread on her back, gasping and hyperventilating.

He desperately wanted to have intercourse, but knew that she would control
when and how that happened, in her own time. He didn't want to think what she
would do if he entered her without permission.

After resting for a few minutes, she reached out with her hands and grasped
him under the shoulders, she pulled him up on top of her so their faces were
next to each other and they began deeply kissing. Her tongue caressed the
inside of his mouth and he began to feel even more excited and started rubbing
against her stomach. Her hand clamped down on his butt, stopping the rubbing.

"Not yet sweetie... save that for later."

Frustrated, he could do nothing but comply. "Hey, it's okay, you're gonna love
this. Trust me."

Then she rolled him off her, took his wrist in her hand and placed his hand
next her pussy. "I'm gonna show you something really interesting, something
few guys ever know. It's going to drive me wild. And you'll love it."

"Loosen your hand", she commanded. He let his fingers go limp, knowing that he
could not have resisted her control^ืand not even wanting to.

She positioned his fingers so that his thumb was inside her vagina pressing
against the rough spot towards the front, several inches above the opening.

"that's called the G spot, sweetie. And you make love to it in a special way."
She smiled. "God we're gonna love this" she smiled. Her eyes sparkled, and his
heart raced. This time it was pure anticipation and delight.

He was feeling a sense of masculine satisfaction that he'd never before
enjoyed in his life, and he expected that few men ever did enjoy it like this.
The thought of pleasing a woman like this...!

She showed him how to caress her, rubbing much more vigorously than he would
have ever dared touch the clitoris, and pressing it in and out rhythmically
like one squeezes a sponge. At first she directed his every motion, and
gradually she simply said "yes, more like that... oh god yes like that" and so
he continued until she screamed again, and this time he wasn't afraid of it
because he knew it was a good thing.

He continued what he was doing, and after a while something shocking happened.

A trickle of clear fluid poured out of her pussy like she was peeing. He
stopped.

Through a fog of excitement, she realized what was happening, and said "no
it's okay... go on. I'll explain later."

He continued even as he watched in amazement while she wet the bed.
Eventually, she gently took his wrist in her hand again and pulled him away.
Again she pulled him on top of her, wrapped her arms and legs around him,
squeeze him tight and kissed him deeply. And she said "that's not pee sweetie,
that's female ejaculate. Ever heard of that?"

He shook his head. She said, "its rare and special. It's what women do when
they have G. spot orgasms. Few women ever do have that, and I'm so pleased
that you're willing to be trained to give me this pleasure."

Then she got kind of wicked smile "hey, I'm gonna taste yours later, and I
promise to swallow." She laughed.

"Wanna taste mine?"

He was a little apprehensive, but her promise was too inviting to resist. He
nodded

She released him. "go ahead" she said.

Cautiously, he placed his nose next to the moisture that was all over her
thighs and intermingled with her pubic hair. It didn't smell too bad. He
wondered what he tasted like. Cautiously, he began to lick. It tasted a little
bit salty, but nothing unpleasant.

He began to lick with more enthusiasm, and eventually she grasped his head and
once again he was licking her pussy and she had yet another orgasm. After
this, she grasped him, lifted him on top of her so they were face-to-face and
kissed him again.

Kerry was feeling exhausted. He didn't do how long they've been at this, but
he figured it had been ours. She could feel him slumping, too.

"Oh, honey, you're getting tired, and I'm just getting warmed up", she
laughed. "Well I guess that's what you get when a world-class athlete like
myself picks up a little guy like you who's kind of out of shape."

Kerry tensed up and felt a little bit indignant, but then she began ruffling
his hair affectionately and that relaxed him. He understood that she wasn't
judging him, just evaluating the situation so she could make it better.

"Hey, it's all right...you're way more perfect than any of the big guys I was
ever with. They were always Wham Bam thank you ma'am and off to sleep in 15
minutes."

She said, again more to herself than him "I'll teach you. I'll be your coach
and train you to be in decent shape. We'll work out together. You'll never be
anything like me, but we can get your stamina up to where it needs to be."

"You've made love to me as well as any girl or woman could have. I mean that
as a complement. I like the way you smell and taste way better "

She laughed. "And you got something extra special." At this, she reached out
with her hand and grasped his penis and squeezed it. It was hard, and
lubricant was dripping out of it. "I see that you're more than ready. Even
though you're exhausted, it's no problem at all. You can just lie there and
I'll do all the work. In fact, it doesn't even matter if you fall asleep. I
can still make love to you."

Kerry was nodding off, but at this comment he woke up enough to ask "how?"

"You'll see, (she got that wicked smile again). I've studied this stuff. I
love erotica and the human body. And I can tell you, there are half a dozen
ways I can make you hard whether you want to be or not." His eyes widened, and
she laughed again-a deep, hearty laugh.

"First of all, I can caress you with my hands or my tongue. That usually works
fine. I'm really skilled. She winked. I can also rub you against various parts
of my body including my breasts and my pubic hair. That often will do the
trick.

If not, I can take your limp penis inside my vagina and begin to massage it
with my Kegel muscle. That's another muscle I exercise regularly. In fact, I
could squeeze you so hard that you couldn't get out if you wanted to. (She
smiled wickedly.)

Then there's the fact that a lot of guys get turned on by having something up
their ass. I've got several sizes and shapes of dildos, including strap ons.
One's called the FeelDoe. It gives a woman the same orgasmic sensations from
being the penetrator that a man gets. We'll definitely try that one.

His eyes widened and his lips compressed. She nodded, thinking to herself and
enjoying his reaction. "Don't worry, you'll be lubricated. And I promise not
to hurt you."

"But if all that fails to turn you on, there's always chemistry.

"It's amazing to me that no one has figured this out yet. People talk about
how great Viagra and Cialis are for guys. Well, they are. But in our case, I
can make you take a little pill and then you'll get hard whenever I want you
to be and stay that way as long as I want it."

"Growth hormone releaser products also do the trick. So I can give you your
choice-natural or artificial." She laughed.

She looked down and saw that so much liquid had dribbled out of his penis that
it looked as if he had come, yet she knew he had not, for she had not allowed
it.

She smiled "tonight, I don't think any of that's going to matter. You just lie
there and let Mama do all the work."

She gently pushed Kerry onto his back, took his wrists in her hands and spread
eagled his arms. She straddled him with her knees and slowly lowered her
vagina until she mounted him. Her pubic hair completely engulfed his entire
pubic region.

He gasped, but could do nothing because her full weight of over 200 pounds was
on him pressing him into the bed.

Holding his wrists in her hands, the upper half of her torso towered over him
and she looked down, smiling at his combination of frustration and excitement.

Resting there completely, she squeezed her kegel muscle and then released it,
rhythmically. Eventually, he is frustration and excitement became unbearable
and he began to writhe.

Slowly, she lowered her self so that her breasts surrounded his face. "Look up
at me" she commanded. Their eyes met from almost a foot away, and she said
"remember how I taught you before? Take my nipple in your mouth and lick and
suck for all it's worth. And I'll fuck you like you've never been fucked
before."

He complied, and as she continued the steady contractions of her Kegel muscle,
she began to slowly rock her vagina back-and-forth, giving almost unbearable
stimulation to his penis.

Right away, he felt himself began to shoot an orgasm-- and it was totally
stopped, as she felt the pulse and bore down ferociously with her Kegel
muscle, blocking the ejaculation.

"Ah, ah...not just yet", she cooed. He screamed, and she smiled. She knew that
he would be screaming later for different reasons.

Eventually, she not only allowed him an orgasm, but drew it out of him until
he felt totally spent, as if every drop had been sucked from within.

Right away, he felt his penis start to go limp, but she clamped down once
again and stopped it from happening. She laughed, "Is it time for one of those
little yellow pills?", she asked.

Utterly exhausted, he replied "I don't know.", and blacked out.

Not feeling fully satisfied yet, but knowing he needed his sleep, she slowly
dismounted, got off the bed and found a bottle of Cialis, known for good
reasons as "the weekender".

She looked down at him with utter affection. He was snoring gently. She gently
lifted his head and back to a sitting position, giving tender kisses on the
cheeks, lips and neck, and said "come on sweetie, I just need you to do this
one little thing for Mommy."

He didn't know what she was talking about, and was not even sure he wasn't
dreaming. (In fact he had been dreaming just a few moments ago about being
carried by a huge woman into her love nest where he was being hopelessly and
helplessly ravaged, but he knew that was impossible and had to be a dream.)

"Open now." She commanded in a deep voice. His lips involuntarily parted and
with two fingers like a pincers she pried his teeth apart and slipped the pill
all away to the back of his throat. Then she tickled his throat as she'd seen
done by veterinarians to animals when she worked a summer job.

It worked; he swallowed. It was a dry swallow and he coughed. Then she put the
water to his lips and he gratefully drank it. She set it down, kissed him
again and laid him on his back.

Then she lay down on top of him, and thought twice about it. Although this was
a delicious position, she was afraid of squashing the little guy. In his
sleep, he might panic or not be able to breathe.

Thinking about it, she realized there was a much better position for sleeping
together. She rolled onto her back, grasped him in her arms and pulled him on
top of her so that his head nestled between her breasts and his penis rested
on her pubic area.

She lovingly caressed his head, his back and his buttocks, and this time even
though he was asleep she lightly rubbed his penis with her pubic bush.

After a while, it had the desired effect, and she mounted him again.

For the next several hours, he slept while she enjoyed rocking his penis
inside her. It also occurred to her that she could get a little hand mounted
vibrator, attach it to his hand, and use his fingers and thumb to pleasure
herself whenever she desired.

She enjoyed the way his snoring imparted light vibrations to her breasts and
eventually she fell asleep, a contented woman for the first time in many
years.

THE END OF PART II