I was renting a second-floor apartment in an old Cleveland three-decker. It was roomy if old but the rent was low and it was convenient except for its being a walk-up. I was relaxing one evening after a long day of hot classrooms and disrespectful teenagers when I heard a loud "Crash!" coming from the first floor. I listened a moment longer, heard nothing, and was about to turn-on the TV when it occurred to me that I didn't know who lived down there and someone could be hurt.

Sliding-on my slippers with a sigh and putting-down my beer I went down the flight of stairs and knocked on the door.

There was no answer, so I knocked one more time. If I didn't get an answer this time I figured I'd go back to my apartment and forget being a good Samaritan.

I was about to go back upstairs when the door opened and I found myself staring at the chest of an enormous black woman. She had to be a foot and a half taller than I and at first I thought I must be seeing things. She didn't stand in the doorway, she filled the doorway, her head just brushing the top of the door frame. She was wearing a t-shirt and shorts and she was the most muscular person I had ever seen, man or woman. I craned my neck up and saw her looking down at me with an expression of impatience.

A moment passed while I stood there speechless.

"Yez?" she said, clearly irritated by my interruption.

"I ... um ... I heard ... "

"Yez?" again, clearly impatient.

"I live upstairs and heard a loud bang and thought someone down here might be hurt ... " I blurted, my eyes riveted to her biceps which had to be 22 inches or more. Her chest was immense, small breasts but gigantic chest muscles pushing it out - way out.

"I heve no trouble," she replied. "Just drop weight." I noticed that in her left hand she still held a barbell. The legend said, "215 pounds." Could that be right? My breath started coming in gasps as heat bloomed in my groin.

"I ... well ... if you are ok ... " I trailed off. She looked into my eyes, then down to the weight held casually in her left had, then smiled and looked back to me.

"You next floor, right?" she asked. Then she started pumping her left hand and, as her muscles exploded to impossible size and definition, she asked with a smirk, "you like?"

Like? I was riveted. She was my oldest, best, secret sex fantasy, a giant black muscle woman. I knew I should act more adult but was unable to tear my eyes off her left bicep as it bunched to impossible size.

A final effort. I looked back up into her face, tried to assume an adult posture, and said, "You are amazing."

She smiled again knowingly and replied, "Always the sem with liddle men. They all want too kiz my muscles and have me take them as sex toys" with a mixture of pride and sadness. She was black but sounded eastern European. A puzzle. I estimated her weight at 370 pounds, all solid muscle. The huge weight in her left hand was clearly a toy for her. My eyes had again drifted off her face and were staring just below my eye level at her abs, which looked like cinder blocks in their size and hardness. Her breath made them roll, a hypnotic sight. The idea of being her sex toy made my penis leap to full attention.

Again trying to regain my composure I said, "I'm glad you're ok." I tore my eyes off her and started to turn around when I felt her hand on my shoulder and was turned back to face her.

"I not see you here before. You are out at vork all dey?"

"Yes. I'm a school teacher."

Her eyes brightened, and it surprised me.

"Techer? You tech Englesh? Numbers?"

"I can." My penis remained at stiff attention but I was able to control myself to the point of looking mostly at her face, with quick glances at her nipples, which were just above my eye level and about to rip through her t-shirt. She had small sweat stains on the sleeves of her t-shirt and as she moved her arms I could see a bush of dark hair under her arms. 'If I don't get out of here soon,' I thought, 'I'm going to cum in my pants right in her doorway.'

"Good." She suddenly brightened, put-down the weight, and stood back. "You come in a liddle while? Ve talk?"

I didn't need a second invitation. I stumbled into her apartment, my erection caught-up in my shorts and making walking difficult. I started to sweat.

I found myself in a small living room filled with weight training equipment. "Sit," she said, and I did, on what looked like a training bench. She sat next to me, her size overwhelming, her scent powerful, her thigh touching mine. I again had to crane my neck to see her face. Sitting down she was even taller, my eyes just above her insane abs. I started to salivate and sucked it back quietly. Her I was, finally, sitting next to my sex fantasy, and I was overwhelmed.

"I am Niara," she said, holding-out her right hand. I took it gingerly and she was careful not to squeeze too hard, the muscles in her forearm larger than my biceps.

"William," I replied, my mouth suddenly dry. "Pleased to meet you."

"Plezed to mit you," she mimicked imperfectly, clearly trying to do better. "I have trouble with gud English. You are techer. Can you tech me better?" I didn't know what to say. She continued, "Yu like my budie, yes," with a wink, flexing her right arm in my face. Her bicep was as big as my head and it took an effort for me not to just start kissing it and begging her to let me worship her body. Instead, I ran my hand over it. It was like a bowling ball, only harder and much sexier. She smiled and it seemed a genuine smile.

"Yes, Niara, I do. Why do you sound European when you are black?"

She was silent a moment. "I was liddle girl when Soviet Union take my mother from Nigeria and to Russia. They say they educate her and make her athlete star. That not happen, but I born there and they decide to mek me athelete. I do well. Many shots and much workout. But before my first Olympics Soviet Union fall and then Russia hev no more money to tren girl. But by then I big and strong and marry soldier. He not good man and he try to beat me. I hit him bek, only once, but he die and then I hev to leave fast and I get to US. I try to have athletics here but they say too old and too beg so I get job at hospital and I kep working out to get career in athletics here. But I no get gud education and need someone to help." She then seemed momentarily out of words and her face looked vulnerable and distant for the first time.

"You mean you'd like me to be your tutor?" I added, my mind awhirl.

She smiled back. "Yez. If, please." Another silence. "You like my budie, yes? You small man. I pay you with exercise training, maybe?" Again, she suddenly looked much younger and unsure.

My mind was still galloping, my business sense battling the growing pain in my testicles. An amazon like her for my personal trainer? And maybe, maybe, more? It didn't take me long to decide.

"Yes, Niara, that would work for me."

Her smile was dazzling. "Oh, gud. Is gud for both of us." Without warning she scooped me into her lap and gave me a kiss that made me explode in my shorts. I groaned and she gave me another smile, more knowing.

"See? Like already," she said, putting me back down on the couch. "Maybe we be more than business partners?"

I stood unsteadily, by mind still racing, the huge load of cum in my pants cooling as it coated my groin. "OK, then. When would you like to start?"

"Is tomorrow gud?"

I didn't have to think long. "Yes, that's fine. I'll come down after dinner." She stood, towering over me again. She walked me to the door and gently took my hand and gave it a shake. "Gud, William. I see you tomorrow."

The door closed behind me and I made my way up the stairs to my place. Once inside I ran to my bed, threw myself onto it, yanked down my pants, and masturbated, having yet another gigantic orgasm in less than ten minutes. After I cooled down I went back to the kitchen and got my last beer. I returned to bed, undressed completely, and drank the beer, fantasizing about her unbelievable sexy body making love to me. With yet another huge erection, I finally fell asleep.

The next day at school seems to drag on forever, my mind full of Niara sex fantasies. Finally the work day ended and I drove home above the speed limit. Once in my apartment I changed quickly into something casual, gobbled a TV dinner, and then listened for sounds coming from downstairs as I watched the news on TV. Nothing. Perhaps she wasn't home yet from her job.

Seven-thirty came and went and when I could no longer stand the suspense I went down the stairs to her place and knocked.

The door again opened and she greeted me. "Hullo, William. I am just finishing with machine. You want to come in and wait?" She was wearing a sports bra that looked painted on and too small spandex shorts that almost gave me a heart attack. Her pubic hair bushed out over and around the tiny shorts and I had to force myself to pull my eyes off this display.

She was a mound of solid muscle. Her upper arms were huge and very well defined, and her thighs! They were as big around as my entire torso and roped with muscle. Her breasts weren't large but her chest muscles were pushing them out to give her a 64-inch chest. She seemed unconscious of how her nipples threatened to tear through the fabric. She unconsciously brushed-back her hair and restored it under her hair band. Her arms exploded to over 22 inches and I saw by the bush of dark underarm hair that she hadn't shaved in several days. She had far more body hair than I and that was especially exciting. My eyes must have bulged out because she gave me a quick, shy smile and a peck on the cheek, then turned toward the basement.

"Come downsteers. I finish my exercise. You wetch." I followed her in a trance, her ass so loaded with muscle that her shorts looked like they contained huge snakes fighting one another. Her calves were huge and shredded and bulged and twisted as she walked. I estimated that her legs could press my car.

Once at the bottom of the cellar stairs she went to a hydraulic weight trainer, grasped it with both hands, and began to press out arm curls. The weight indicator was maxed out at 495 pounds and she wasn't even working hard. Curl, release; curl, release. On she went, her biceps insanely huge and vascular. She must have noticed my stare because she said, "Come, William. We do together." I walked slowly towards this vision, stopped, and put my left hand on her right arm, my eyes goggling and my mouth hanging open.

"You like?" She gave me a radiant smile. "You nice man, cute, small, but smart. Without missing a beat she took her right arm from the machine and continued pumping the weight with just her left. I felt her right hand on my ass and suddenly my feet left the floor.

"You so light," she said. "So cute." Her smile changed to something else and suddenly her lips were on mine in the sexiest, softest kiss I had ever had, my feet a foot from the floor. She stopped pumping with her other hand and she was cradling me in both arms, her kisses becoming deeper and longer, my breath coming in gasps. I put my arms around her gigantic neck and shoulders and by legs around as much of her granite waist as I could manage and just swooned. I couldn't help but squeeze as hard as I could and grind my crotch against her.

"She broke her mouth away, smiled again. "You liddle horny man. Ve fuck now." Before I knew what was happening, she had put me down and was removing her workout outfit. My eyes almost had a heart attack. There she was. Almost seven feet of dream amazon, her gigantic, hard muscles rolling and contracting as she walked back over to me. She had abundant body hair in all the right places. My eyes fell from her arms to her crotch, which was a penis-achingly glory of black pubic hair and rolling muscle (even there!). She gently undressed me and then I was airborne again, my rigid penis already dribbling as she playfully moved me over her astonishing body, my cock bumping and jumping over her huge muscles. Another tender kiss and then I was being lowered and put into her. I didn't go very far, as my penis isn't that big and her vagina was in proportion to the rest of her. I started to feel ashamed of my inadequacy but she just smiled down at me and said, "Is OK. No man big enough to fill me; big enough to make my body move. This my gift to you now." And she started moving her body slowly, her vagina expertly closing against my penis with just a tiny fraction of her strength, although that was enough to give me a jolt of her power. She closed her eyes and began humming a tune I didn't know as she held be effortlessly with one hand and with the other leaned against the doorframe with her arm extended. Her body slowly writhed as she gave me the best fuck I had ever imagined, my face pressed to her breasts and their 2- inch hardened nipples, my hands roaming deliriously over her incredible hardness. Every time I started to come she'd tighten her vagina muscles and say, "Not yet, William," then close her eyes again and continue. I kissed and licked the muscles on the arm leaning against the doorway and was being driven half insane with pleasure. I stuffed my head under her arm and delighted in sucking and chewing the huge tuft of armpit hair as her gigantic pit swallowed my entire head.

After what seemed like hours but was probably only 20 minutes I started to come as violently as I ever had, heard myself screaming in pleasure, and felt her vagina loosen around my cock just enough to come. I must have pumped for over a minute, her vagina swallowing every drop. As I swooned I saw her smiling down at me.

I sat-up on the mat and went to my knees before her. Her gigantic, muscular thighs and crotch filled my view. As in a trance I knee-walked up to her, put my hands on her gargantuan thighs, and pushed my face into her hairy vagina. She chuckled a little and moved forward slightly, opening her thighs and then closing them softly around my head. My tongue automatically went out and as deep into her vagina as it could, her pubic hair smothering my face with muscle sweat and musk. I ate like a crazy man, determined to give her as much pleasure as a small man like me could. After only a few moments she stiffened a little and my head was suddenly caught in a hairy hydraulic press, She shuddered once and came in such volume that for a moment I couldn't breathe.

She sighed and released my head as I again fell-back onto the mat, totally saturated with her strength and sexiness. I could barely move. I could hear her once again, and with a groan, rolled over to see her. She seemed to tower into the sky, her face blocked by the gigantic size of her chest.

"William" she said without preamble. "We shuld do books now, right?"

"Right," I croaked, slowly rolling over and getting to my feet. And we did, a good hour and a half of tutoring as she worked hard to take my lesson. When we finished I rose to go back to my apartment, completely drained, but she stopped me and, kneeling before me so that her face was only a little higher than mine, hugged me and gave me a long, lingering kiss. Despite the night's activity, I came again, this time in my shorts.

"I like you very mooch, William." There was a soft glint in her eye. "You so smart. Maybe ve save rent, move in together." She smiled seductively. Could this be happening? My greatest sex fantasy moving-in with me? Right there I knew I was already in love. I was certain my cock was. As she started to undress me again, I lost myself in kissing her gigantic muscles ...

To be continued ... ?