THE ROMANS Finally, the sun was peaking back out from behind the clouds. My eyes were closed and the backs of my eyelids were becoming brighter as my skin instantly warmed. My muscles were becoming more relaxed by the second and I felt like I was melting happily into the warm sand of the beach. Then as quickly as the sun had come, the shade returned again. This time, I felt a shocking cold drop of water hit my chest, followed by another on my forehead. That couldn't be rain! I let my eyes crack open to see a large silhouette blocking the sun's rays. Stephanie was back out of the water. "Come back into the water with me, it's not that cold." "Nah, I just want to get some sun for a while." Sighing, she flopped down along side of me and started shaking the water out of her thick dark hair. I tried to ignore her, but she noticed me wiggling away a bit. "What's wrong," she said sarcastically as she rolled half of her body on top of me. Half of her body pretty much covered my entire body. Her heavy tit began to constrict my chest as her weight shifted to move her head a few inches above mine. Although her wet body felt warm, her still hard nipple against my chest told me the true chill of the water. Her leg crossed over both of mine and pulled them together between hers. "You know I hate cold water." I said, with one of my arms now stuck somewhere under her side. I moved my unpinned arm to wipe away some of her wet hair that had fallen onto my face. She intercepted my hand with hers and pushed back into the sand. She just smiled and stared down at me for a several seconds. She did that a lot lately, and it often felt as if she was just staring at me until more thoughts entered her generally empty head. Finally, she shook her hair out my face to get a better look at me as she spoke. Her mouth was straight in front of my line of sight, smiling widely at me. She has a really large mouth. She's at an average height for a 17-year-old at 6'6", compared to my relatively tall 6'2" for a guy, but she's a bit on the stocky side, even for a girl. I don't mean fat. Her entire body can be described as thick, round, and firm. Above her mouth I could see the wide nostrils of her big nose, and the large although blank looking brown eyes. She has a noticeable space between her front teeth that tends to draw my eye. She also has an extraordinarily long thick tongue, even for a girl of her size, and she's pretty proud of it. "So what are we going to do tonight- Jodi's having a party we should go to." As she asked and answered her own question. "Oh yeah?" I muttered. Jodi is Stephanie's best friend, and Jodi hates me for some reason, so I hate her. It's obvious to just about everyone who sees us together but Stephanie. "Yeah she is. We can go back to my place from here and hang out until we go to Jodi's. I'll even let you take a nap there, lazy bones." As she said this, she gathered my body more directly under hers and slid down to my eye level. Her expression became serious and I knew what was coming next. I was getting to know her "naughty thoughts" expression well now. Her mother had successfully steered her away from boys entirely until recently when she turned 17. Her friends all had at least 2 years of experience ahead of her and she was anxious to catch up, thus I became her first boyfriend. My boss at the store, Margaret, had set us up with quite a bit of enthusiasm despite the fact that I'm 23 years old and out of college already. Most high school girls still date guys who are still in college. At least I think they still did. Anyway, pressure from my boss, along with my inexplicable inability to say no to Stephanie led to a relationship that still has me dazed and confused. Although I'm not the only man who fails to say "NO" to her. I realized this after meeting her dad. She just doesn't seem to hear it. I guess most all men have that trouble with women these days. I actually think my lack of enthusiasm makes her more aggressive sometimes. She kissed me for the first time on our second date, and had me eat dinner with her family on the third date. That was also the night she introduced me to our first "make out" session in her Jeep when she took me home. I don't know where she got her ideas about what to do with a guy, but I have a feeling it came from Jodi. I can just imagine Jodi laughing to herself when Stephanie tells her stories about us. Stephanie's still pretty innocent and not sure what she wants from me, but she is starting to get ideas, and some really strong urges. Her eyes narrowed onto my lips with apparent concentration as her tongue started to slide a couple of inches out of her mouth. I would have tried to speak at this point, but I really had to concentrate on holding what air I still had in my lungs as she leaned into me. Her powerful tongue found the back of my throat just as her lips contacted mine. She began the kiss by ramming her tongue vigorously straight in and out of my mouth, forcing my relatively small mouth nearly all the way open each time. Every downward nod of her head and upper body sending a bit more air from my lungs. Then she started alternately stretching each of my cheeks out as her tongue wagged slowly, tasting every inch of my mouth. I was really starting to panic for air just when she broke the kiss and lifted up slightly to get a good look at me, both of us panting, but for two different reasons. "We need to cool off and get back to my place!" With that she promptly jumped up and ran, with my hand still in her hand, toward the water. After Stephanie finally let me out of the water we decided to head for the beach showers to rinse off and change our clothes. She changed into a tight yellow sundress with little white flowers on it that she likes. I put my favorite khaki shorts on, along with a bright orange button up shirt that Stephanie had gotten me the day before. It has a large yellow pocket and yellow buttons. I hate that shirt. Frankly I couldn't believe that she was already starting to buy me clothes. I wore it because we still had a long day ahead of us and I didn't feel like making her irritated with me already. As we rode in her jeep I started thinking about what my grandpa and I had talked about a few days earlier. His was the first generation to experience the "Evolutional Anomaly", "Feminine Gene Leap", or whatever they called it lately. Most women talk about it as a first step to true liberation. This was the generation when girls all across the world found themselves developing to maturity physically and sexually two or even three years faster then their mothers had. Scientists could not understand why the gap in pubescent development between boys and girls was suddenly becoming even larger then it already had been. But this would only be the first of several mind-boggling differences in this new generation of women. The change in female physique also astounded everyone. Girls everywhere were commonly growing to heights of 12" over their mothers and consequently several inches over their fathers. That was amazing, but there was more. Female muscle and bone in this generation developed significantly more densely then their male counterparts. This in turn spurred a huge change in female interactions in all societies. Women in the U.S. suddenly found themselves as wrapped up in showcasing their strength and athleticism as much as they had always been with their beauty. Young women had new expectations for the world. Evolution of the male body on the other hand had been more or less stunted during this generation. Something in the human genes had changed permanently. Many grown men never quite reached the statures of their fathers. This was the first generation where a full-grown man would search out his 12-year-old daughter to open a jar lid that was too tight for him. The divergence between male and female development seems to have stabilized since that generation, although after talking to my grandpa, I wouldn't even try to guess the number of ways that the world has changed since then. I know that sports have changed a great deal. I find it hard to believe that men were ever competitive at a game like football. I wouldn't even want to play on the junior high team myself. A male dominated police force would be a joke too in today's age. I don't think there are many women that could be run down or handcuffed by a man against their will. But I do think we need more male representation in today's government. We haven't had a male President since my parents were babies. Congress and the Senate only have two male representatives each, and there have been less in every election. Judges are 99% female too. I understand that there are a lot of fears that men aren't as competent at leading and making tough decisions. After all, men grow up obeying their mothers and sisters, and later their wives, so why not just elect the wives and mothers in the first place? But I think men need fair representation to look after their own interests. Life for women before the change had to be easier in the past then it is for men now. Women just take so many things seriously that a man would never care about. Like house cleaning. Sweeping underneath the refrigerator, washing behind the toilet, or dusting the bedroom every day. Men would never do things like that if women didn't make them. Of course, that's usually their argument for checking up on men so much. Women are so much more controlling at work and in relationships then a man would ever be. Dinner at my uncle's last week was a perfect example. I found out my uncle was "grounded" because he went to a movie without asking his wife while she was at a friend's house for the weekend. She said she tried calling several times and that he made her worry. So she took his car keys and withheld his allowance for the week. God knows what she and her friend were up to that weekend. Also, a man would never want to pick out what clothes a woman wears every day. And a man wouldn't care about things like if a woman didn't excuse herself from the dinner table every time. I guess if there's one thing that I do like about Stephanie, its that she's too unaware of her own manners to worry about me minding mine. But like other women, she did treat me like I was helpless or incompetent a lot of times. As I was thinking about this, I watched a young girl at an intersection take a smaller teen boy's hand and pull him closer to her so she could lead him across the street when traffic cleared. Looking at their similarities, I would have bet that this girl was his younger sister. Just part of a mothering instinct on her part, I guess. When we got back to Stephanie's we found her older sister Julie and Julie's new husband Ray had come over for dinner. I had never met Stephanie's sister before, although I had heard some things about her. She's about my age. She went into the army right after high school and then spent the last six months out of the military working for a construction company. Ray is a part time errand boy for the company she works at. We found them sitting on the couch in the living room, watching TV while they waited for dinner to get ready. Ray looked to be maybe a couple of years older than me, and fairly well built for a man. Probably about 6' tall but heavier than me. Julie was wearing a pair of sandals along with a pair of cut-off jeans and a plain white T-shirt. Stephanie is pretty big and strong so I assumed that Julie would be too, but I was still caught off guard. As we were walking in, Julie was yawning and stretching. The first thing I noticed was the huge rigid looking biceps scrunching her sleeves back against her bulging shoulders as she curled her arms toward the back or her head. She lazily ruffled her thick wavy hair and I was completely mesmerized by the boulders exploding from her arms. Then as she arched her back and stretched her legs my eyes fell to her huge jutting tits (Almost as large as Stephanie's) then down the thick cords of muscle on her massive tanned legs. Each quad looked almost as big around as Ray's torso and he's a bigger guy then me. When Julie finished stretching, she noticed us and casually pulled Ray onto her lap to make room for us. Stephanie guided me to the middle of the couch and I found myself sitting between the sisters while Ray stayed on Julie's lap with a remote control and started flipping the channels. "So this is your new boy" She remarked to Stephanie as she playfully ruffled my hair and put her arm around me. "Your name's Jake?" "Yep." "And you work for Margaret eh?" "Yeah." "You might think she's uptight, but I remember one night when I went to the bar with her and my mom. Believe me, no guy is safe from her on the dance floor if she gets a couple of drinks in her," as she chuckled over some apparent memory. Just then she noticed something flash by on the TV. "Ooh, turn it back a couple", and with that she grabbed the remote from Ray and started flipping back through the channels. Apparently unaware or unconcerned as she brought her arm to her side that it was still wrapped around my head. Now my face was pressed awkwardly against the side of her breast as her arm effortlessly pulled me against her. It took me a few seconds to pry my head loose and I could feel my face turning red. I looked to see what she had turned it too. Wrestling. Ray huffed and started to complain but Julie just reached around him with her other arm and gave him a quick hug. That stopped the sound from coming. "Hey Steph, I saw this one last night. It's a good one. Do you like wrestling Jake? Ray doesn't like it yet but he's learning too." As she said this she smiled down at him. Then she maneuvered him on her lap so that his butt slid down between her thighs and she crossed her arms in front of him so he was pressed against her with his head basically wedged between her big breasts. "All right, it just started too!" "But we just watched this las"- as the air was quickly pushed from his lungs again. " Shush honey! Just watch it, you'll start to like it." Stephanie seemed interested for a minute but then she pulled me against her and whispered into my ear, "How about that nap I promised you. Julie, we're going to go upstairs for a few minutes to take a nap. Could you make sure to wake us up for dinner so that mom doesn't do it?" "Oh, a nap eh?" As a knowing idiotic smile crossed her face. "Sure no problem." Stephanie was already starting to cup my ass as we walked upstairs to her room. Her room is a pretty standard teen girl's room (because of her body, I sometimes forget that she is a teen even though she acts so immaturely much of the time). Pink frilly bed spread, several stuffed animals propped around, and a couple of posters of boy hip-hop groups. I sat down on the bed and she closed the shades some. I suddenly had an ominous feeling. As she walked over she had that grin on her face, but said, "I'm actually a little tired too," and sat beside me. The mattress sunk considerably as she sat, awkwardly pulling me toward her. I watched her huge quads and calves jump out as she started to pry her sandals off with her toes. I reached down and started pulling mine off as well. She let out a small yawn and I was starting to think she really wanted to take a nap. But after she kicked off the second shoe, her far leg nonchalantly crossed over her other leg then continued and crossed over both of my legs as well. The motion causing her hips to turn toward me, and the hem of her sundress slid up near her crotch. I turned my head up, just in time to see her face quickly enclosing on mine. I instinctively pulled my head back, but her arm had snuck behind me and held me there. Her mouth closed over mine and she immediately began sucking on my mouth. Her suction was so strong that it pulled my tongue into her mouth. Her own tongue grew restless pretty quickly and forced mine back to its place. Then in an act of spontaneity, her mouth moved over to my ear and pulled it in-between her teeth. During this time my legs had become neatly pinned between her crossed ones, and her arm was pulling me tighter and tighter against her bosom. Once she had my ear firmly between her teeth she released the pressure of her arm against my back enough to slide her hand down and vigorously message my ass. It was obvious that she was getting really turned on already by her deep rhythmic panting. Feeling off balance, I reached out to grab her shoulder, but my hand jutted into her breast. She let out a low moan and her mouth jumped down to the side of my neck. Her breast did feet pretty nice, so I gave it a compulsive squeeze. This brought another level of enthusiasm from Stephanie. Her mouth locked on my neck, and I felt her body sliding heavily on top of mine. I had a sudden image of coming down to dinner with a silver dollar sized hickey on my neck. I really started to squirm at that point, but I also glanced up just in time to see Julie opening the door. "Dinner's ready," she chimed in a singing tone. Stephanie froze for a second and then let out a frustrated snort into my ear. Then she pushed me flat on the bed with her chest and nearly suffocated me with a hard deep kiss to take out some of her sexual frustration. My throat convulsed as her tongue reached the back of my mouth but stopped as her tongue got deeper into my throat. My air was cut off. Her hand massaged my shoulder painfully. Then she jumped up from the bed and left me to recover while she went to the bathroom to freshen up. She came out about two minutes later, her face still flush, but more composed. Her thick nipples were still sticking out so rigidly against her tight sundress that I swore I could see her areola through the fabric, although I didn't want to say a word to her right then. She was too tense and I wasn't sure if my voice would work yet anyway. Her dad was passing up the stairs to wash up for dinner as I was following her down. It looked like he was staring straight at those two protrusions I had just noticed. But then he had to be looking or those swinging globes would knock him in the head. Stephanie certainly didn't worry about such things. She always moves around as if she isn't aware of her breasts at all. They bounce and swing everywhere with no regard of what they might knock into. On our first date I thought she kept hitting me with them on purpose. I later learned how overwhelming it really is when she does want me to give attention to her body. Dinner went fine. Julie took up most of the conversation complaining about her job. Stephanie slowly loosened up and all signs of sexual tension were gone by dessert as far as I could see. Afterwards, I helped the other guys clean up. Stephanie's dad, Mr. Roman, was in a good mood as usual. He's always making sure everyone is comfortable and he's always smiling. His wife, on the other hand is almost a complete opposite. She's a very stern woman, and I'm not sure if I've ever seen her smile. Mr. Roman is noticeably careful about the way he addresses her, but her kids don't seem to worry about their behavior too much. It's obvious that Stephanie and Julie have their father's happy nature as much as their mother's physical traits. We were almost finished cleaning up and Mr. Roman was drying one of the last dishes when Stephanie wandered into the kitchen. "Are you boys finally almost done back here?" "Yes honey." Mr. Roman answered. "Great because we have to get going." She casually walked over to her dad from behind and wrapped her arms loosely around him. "Daddy can I have some money for tonight?" "Didn't your mom just give you some the other day?" "Its all gone Daddy. Come on." "But honey, I barely have enough to cover me for the week as it is, and you know how your mom gets when I have to ask for extra money." "Worry about mom later. Worry about me now!" With that she started tickling his ribs. He instantly tried to drop to the floor but she wouldn't let him. He ran out of breath in no time and I knew his ribs had to be killing him. "No.no.Okay.OKAY.JUST STOP" Stephanie stopped and waited for him to wearily reach for his wallet. She pulled the wallet out of his hands and took what she wanted. "Thank you Daddy." She turned him toward her and kissed him lightly on the forehead. She stepped away but then reached for his ribs one more time. "But this is for making me beg!" Her writhing fingers sent him backward, pinning him against the counter for several seconds. He was laughing but the look on his face was one of torture. His hands batted desperately at hers but it wasn't helping. When she finally stopped he just hunched forward, holding his ribs and panting. I really thought he was going to start bawling there at the end because I could tell she was tickling him extra hard it had to hurt, but I was glad he didn't. "Have a good night Daddy. Tell mom I'll be home in a few hours." I followed Stephanie and waited outside the bathroom while she took a minute to touch up her makeup. Julie was in there with her getting ready for the night as well and I could hear them talking. "Don't bother hitting Dad up for any extra money, I already took it." "That's even better. I love watching him ask mom for money." "I don't think he'll put up too much of a fight tonight." "Darn. How did you get to him first anyway?" Then the door opened and they both came strutting out into the hallway. They were walking shoulder to shoulder and I had the sudden feeling of being run down. I started to back away but Julie's hands shot out under my armpits and she began lifting me. My hands rested on her biceps, which rapidly swelled as she curled my weight toward her. My left hand suddenly found itself captured between her bicep and forearm as she brought me closer, bringing me eye to her eye level. She stands several inches taller then Stephanie. She had changed into a short white skirt and pink tank top. Her hair was still in curlers, but she was already wearing some high-heeled shoes, which made her more then a foot taller than I was at that point. "Did you come to tell me goodbye cutie?" Her smile exposed a similar space between her teeth to Stephanie's, but her eyes held more beauty and intelligence. I looked down shyly and my gaze fell into her deep cleavage. Her arms began curling further and I was starting to find the vice-like pressure on my captured hand painful. Julie gave me a loud smooch on the mouth and quickly set me almost strait down, releasing my hand, but jarring my chin against her tit and making me bite my tongue a little. This girl was a like a walking wrecking machine to any man. "Hey that's my man!" Stephanie protested. "I was just fooling, God, I'm married now." "Like that means anything." Stephanie said in a low voice, as she smirked and grabbed my hand. "You better keep a close eye on him tonight if you're going to Jodi's party." "Whatever." Stephanie responded as she led me out the door. On the way to Jodi's house Stephanie seemed distracted but full of energy. She was hardly watching the road at all as she gabbed on and on about twenty or so different things that I didn't pay attention too. At least I had an excuse this time. She had almost run two stop signs already. Jodi lives out in the country a ways and it takes a little while to get there. When we were getting close I stifled a yawn. "You never did get that nap in did you?" Just then I noticed we were passing Jodi's house. "Where are we going?" "Someplace quiet for a while." She pulled into a field and stopped the jeep. "Come on." She reached into the back seat and pulled out a blanket. She led me out into the dark field about a hundred yards and threw the blanket down. I just stood there waiting for what was about to come next. "You have to earn your nap tonight, Baby." She said eagerly as she laid the blanket out. The moon was full so it was a bright night. She knelt down with her knees together and sat back on her feet. Then she put her arms out toward me and motioned with her hands for me to come to her. I did and she pulled me onto her lap. "You know you really are a cutie." She said as a compliment. Then she started to slowly undress me from head to toe. I sat on her lap, naked in front of her for the first time and she slowly looked me over as her hands followed the contours of my body. We didn't speak at all. She turned my head to face hers and started to kiss me deeply, making my mouth her property as she always does. I decided to make my best effort to take control of the situation. I jerked my head back as hard as I could and managed to break the kiss for a second. "Wait-stand up." To my surprise, she did as I said, lifting me off of her lap and standing directly in front of me. "Now take your clothes off." She pulled her sundress off, sliding it slowly down her curvy body. This left her completely naked except for her panties. "Everything." I said. She hesitated for a few seconds but did as I said. "Now, lay on your back and relax." I said in a calm confident tone. Once again she complied. I lay on top of her and started to kiss her breasts. I sensed her arms begin to enclose around my body. "No, just lay still and relax." I went back to kissing and messaging her breasts, starting with both hands to squeeze one huge tit and bring the nipple into my mouth. After a minute I started to rub her more roughly and sucking vigorously on her nipples. I felt her fingertips start to wander through my hair, but she still kept her hands quiet for the most part. Her nipples really started to get long and I was stroking them with half the length of my tongue as I sucked each of them. After a few minutes of this Stephanie barked out, "Fuck me!" I realized then that I hadn't even heard her swear before. She was serious. I found her pussy really wet but also very tight. She let out several small grunts as I drove my penis in all the way. I was really enjoying the control I had at this point and I started to make long slow strokes. She was moaning and I could tell it was a mixture of pleasure and pain. Her sounds got me even more excited and I started to pump her as hard and fast as I could. I was driving into her with my legs as hard as I could. She had been making all kinds of noises during this time, but now I could tell that she had settled to my rhythm. I kept pushing as hard as I could but after a couple of minutes, my legs were burning. I decided to ease back into a slower easier rhythm for a while. This was not what Stephanie had in mind though. I felt her hands engulf my ass cheeks in an iron grip and I yelled in pain. Then I felt my hips slam into her hips with a force that my legs could not have produced. My head was suddenly bobbing backward and forward as I was jack hammering in and out of her at a blurring speed. My hands latched onto each of her breasts as I did my best imitation of what her hands were doing on my ass. She grunted loudly and started to slow the pace, but she made up for it by pounding me into her even harder. All I could do was yell out at this point. I had lost all self-awareness. Then she pulled me into her to stay as her legs came up around me and her arms rapped around my body. I knew I was in trouble. She inhaled deeply and sharply, crushing me against her. I had already been panting with exhaustion, so my lungs burned instantly for air. I felt her body jerk and inhale even more as she experienced her climax. I fell out of consciousness at that point. I woke up cradled in her arms. She was snuggling with me maternally as if she had just gone through labor and I was her new child. As I became aware of my senses I could feel her nipple pushing into the side of my cheek and her fingers gently massaging me as she held me. I noticed a couple of marks on one of her shoulders. "Did I scratch you?" "That's alright baby, mama got a little rough near the end there and you were just trying to hang on." I knew I was setting a precedent I would probably regret, but I was caught up in the moment. I reached my arms around her neck and planted a soft kiss on her lips. It was the first time I ever kissed her under my own power. I think she was touched by my gesture because she kept her tongue under relative control as she explored my mouth this time. She took me one more time before we got back into the car, but we still got there a little early. There were five people there including us so far, so they decided to play Euchre for a while and have a couple of beers. Julie and Stephanie were on one team and a girl named Jennifer and her boyfriend Todd was on the other team. I just sat on Stephanie's lap under the promise that I wouldn't help her. Stephanie was obviously in the mood to cuddle now. She held me tight the entire game. It was a hard game to watch because Stephanie obviously didn't have any type of strategy and I didn't have a clue what she must have been thinking with some of her play calls. At least nobody suspected us of cheating anyway. After the first hand, Jodi went into the kitchen and brought back another round of beer and some cookies. It seemed like a strange thing to eat with beer, so I mentioned it. "Do cookies taste good with beer?" "Here, try one." Stephanie replied, with a full mouth. Then she surprised me by planting her lips over mine. I pulled my head back away from her, but she caught it in the crook of her arm and held my head still. Then her other hand pinched my nose closed and I knew there was no getting out of this. I was disgusted as she pushed beer and saliva soaked cookie mush into my mouth with her tongue, filling it completely with mush. I could hear the other girls cackling with laughter and I knew my face was turning a deep red. She kept her mouth over mine and gave my head a little warning squeeze between her biceps and forearm. I choked it down without even chewing it, just to get it out of my mouth. She started laughing too, and pulled my cheek to her cheek. "Now that's a good baby birdie, eating what his mama feeds him." And the women all laughed some more. I looked around and saw that Todd wasn't laughing at all and looked a little disgusted himself. Jennifer looked across the table at Todd. "Aww, I think my baby birdie might be getting hungry too." Luckily for him she was across the table from him. I wouldn't talk to Stephanie for a while, but once the party got going she wanted me to mingle with her and was tired of me being angry at her. She led me to a corner and I thought she was going to apologize. I should have known better. Instead she told me that I was her boyfriend now and it wasn't a big deal. Then she told me to admit that it wasn't a big deal and apologize for pouting. I of course refused. She pinned me into the corner with her body weight and told me she wouldn't let me go until I did. I held out for a long time, but then her fingers started to tease my rib cage. "Don't make me give you the same treatment I had to give daddy tonight." I reluctantly apologized and she let me go, but still tickled me a little to force a smile on my face. I thought to myself, "I need a smaller girlfriend, someone who isn't so damn aggressive and strong." I looked across the room at Jodi. She was scrawny for a girl, and only about 6'3" tall. She had a pretty face though, and I'd bet a lot of guys would love to date a girl with her type of body. But even as I looked over at her she threw a grimace back at me. I don't know why she hated me, but I gave her the same look back. Who was I kidding though? Even though Jodi was about my size, I knew she was still much stronger than I was. Anyway, when we finally did leave the party, Stephanie took me to my apartment and to my dismay followed me in. I was even more aggravated with her for making me apologize to her instead of the other way around. I told her I was still mad at her, but all she did was say "Awww," with the same tone that she would if she had just laid eyes on a cute puppy. She just pulled my head to her chest and swayed slowly for a minute while she stroked my hair. But she still didn't apologize. "I know you're just tired." She led me to my room and laid me down. Then she pulled off her panties and took my pants off. She took me gently at first but it wasn't long before her excitement got the best of her. It is deceiving the way that women are so much stronger then men who look the same size. And so many women just don't seem to really grasp it. The way a lot of girls talk, I know they must believe that men are by nature hyper sensitive, uncompetitive, and downright lazy. They don't understand how far from the truth that really is. Men these days really have to push themselves just to hold what ground they do with women. Its just like the reason that most guys who can afford it go to all male-only colleges. Its been well publicized that most males can't stay on top of a grading curve in coed classes. That's why over the next couple of years many middle and high school classes will be separated by male and female. Men really do struggle to compete against women in the same classroom setting. But popular opinion among women and unfortunately even some men is that women are just smarter in this day and age. I believe that males are simply too overwhelmed by extracurricular activities to keep up with studies. Males need more sleep and more rest then females, but that's not really understood in our female dominated society. College is a perfect example. My friend's girlfriend would wake him up early every morning to go running with her. He is an avid runner, so he could often keep up with her for most of the run. Afterwards, she would always take him out to run errands or hand out with friends, then have him cook dinner, followed by the time they were supposed to be studying. This was usually the time when she got frisky though. Finally she'd leave him passed out from absolute exhaustion for the night at 9:00 and then go study with her girlfriends for a few hours. At school I used to see postings all the time for night study groups, but most guys could never make it that late. The ones that did still hesitated to go because they felt left out by the girls who never seem to take them seriously. The predominant attitude in college is that men aren't really there to get degrees, they're there to meet their wives. I was lucky because I grew up near my college and I just lived at home during school. It kept me out of a lot of trouble because my mom wouldn't let me go out much during the week. Still, when I graduated, I had to settle for a coordinator position with very little opportunity for advancement. The stage had been set for our relationship. Stephanie had discovered a new source of fun with me and if there's one thing I can say about her, its that she's a fun loving girl. She quickly absorbed what was left of my social agenda. She would take me out for a while to go shopping, eat, or watch a movie, but that was about it. She only worked part time at an ice cream shop during the days and would be at my apartment waiting for me to get home from work every evening. She didn't have much interest in me spending time with my guy friends, and the only reason why I think we met up with her friends at all was so she could show me off for a while. She loved the privacy of my apartment. After about four of five weeks of this I was actually looking forward to Stephanie's family reunion. At the very least it would be a chance to socialize with a group of people in a family setting. It was late summer so they had decided to have the reunion on a Saturday, down at the beach. Stephanie didn't pick me up until about 1:00 in the afternoon that day. I guess she was busy helping to get things set up, so I was already enjoying the day, with these precious few hours to be by myself. The first thing she had me do when she showed up was change into a new outfit she had brought. A yellow tank top and short tight swim trunks with a Hawaiian flower print. She said she wanted me to match her swimsuit, which consisted of the same Hawaiian print on a one-piece suit. I think she was afraid to be seen in a bikini around her sister. Stephanie didn't have a fat gut, it was fairly firm and flat. But Julie's abdomen made anybody look soft. When we got there, I saw that the men were setting up the grills, and the women were either at some picnic tables over in the shade or corralling the kids. I helped the guys get things settled and was introduced to some of the family. The sun was already getting very hot and Stephanie wanted me to go with her to the water. While she hunted around for our towels she glanced over her shoulder. "Aunt Liz do you have some sun screen Jake can barrow?" I heard a voice behind me. "Sure honey." I felt a hand grab my wrist and pull me toward the ground. Her Aunt Liz had been sitting Indian Style on a blanket right next to me so I basically fell right into her lap. Aunt Liz is Stephanie's aunt from her mom's side, so of course she's a big woman too. She looked to be around forty, with short curly brown hair and a dark tan. She pulled my tank top off and grabbed the lotion bottle. Now her tits were monstrous. They were pouring out of her bathing suit top and dripping with sweat. My back and side were quickly slicked from rubbing against them as she maneuvered me on her lap. She dumped a bunch of lotion onto her hand and started to coat my body efficiently with her big hands. As she did this she continued a conversation she was having with another aunt. She hunched over to get my lower legs, and her big boobs pushed my head down against my knee and held me pinned in that position. Then she must have laughed about something because her chest giggled against me made my whole body vibrate. When she finished with my legs she straightened back up, relieving the pressure. Then she grabbed me by my hips, lifted me to my feet and gave my ass a firm slap. "All done sweetie pie. Come back in a few hours and I'll give you another coat." The day was pretty uneventful until after supper. Although it had become obvious pretty quickly that the 'honeymoon' had worn off for Julie's husband. Julie spent her first few hours there lying in the sun with some of her aunts, in-laws and cousins, complaining about him constantly. It was all the usual complaints though; never gets all his chores done, can't cook, whines too much, always tired, acts lame, etc. Her aunts gave knowing laughs as she went on. She only took short breaks from complaining about Ray to turn over in the sun or to have Ray bring more wine coolers. Ray just lay quietly a few yards away from her and listened to the whole thing, more or less waiting for more instructions. It was obvious that he was trying to get back on her good side. Julie was wearing a small light blue bikini that could barely hold onto the bulbous curve of her muscular ass. Her big round breasts looked like they were going to throw her tiny top right off as she jostled on her lawn chair. Her shiny skin was showing off all of the hundreds of striations of her massive rigged legs and arms. I felt really sorry for Ray. I did'nt think that any man could ever meet the type of demands she was capable of making. Later on, after everyone had eaten and the air cooled down, everyone started to get more active. The drinks had taken their effect and the adults were starting to horse around. Eventually about a dozen of us were recruited for a friendly game of touch football. When Stephanie came to bring me over to the field she was just finishing a wine cooler. I could tell when she came up to me that she was strongly buzzed, but I didn't think much of it at the time. There was a pretty even mix of guys and girls, and a couple of the girls were only about ten or eleven years old. Stephanie, Julie, and their Aunt Liz all wanted to be on the same team, so right away it was lop-sided. They also took the two young girls on their team. That left our team with Ray, Mr. Roman, myself, and a few female in-laws that I hadn't really met. The women on our team were quite a bit smaller then the Roman sisters but they looked fast. It was a good thing that we had them on our side because there was no way that us guys were going to be able to cover some of those girls. Even Stephanie surprised me with her speed. She caught a pass in front of me and pulled away from me easily. She ran it into the makeshift end zone and stuck her tongue out at me. The game got competitive very quickly. The younger girls started to taunt each other, then the older ones. Each team gave up a couple of easy touchdowns so they decided to change the rules to 'stop motion' instead of 'touch'. Right away a couple of the guys wanted to quit. Ray started to say he wanted to stop but Julie whispered something into his ear and his mind changed right away. We went on offense, and they had decided that they would only worry about guarding the girls on our team and leave the guys open. Reluctantly the quarterback threw me the ball. I turned up field and was at full speed in just a few steps. I ran past my Aunt Liz like she was standing still. But she didn't need fast legs. She had a lightening fast reach which just caught the back of my tank top and pulled me back into her like I was on a bungie. I was slammed backwards into her pillowly breasts, which were like airbags, stopping me instantly. The quarterback muttered to herself, "At least he caught it." The next play we decided to run. Since there was no way one of us guys were going to play tailback, they basically hoped we'd at least get in the other teams way of tackling. They were sort of right. We took off straight up the field as lead blockers, with one of the girls running behind us. We took about three strides when out of the side of my vision I saw Ray fly forward ahead of us. Our running back had decided to go faster and he had been in the way. She only made it a few more yards past Ray though before Julie got an arm around her and slammed her to the ground. First of all, I thought the girl would be hurt for sure. I knew I wouldn't have gotten back up under my own power. But she just jumped back up, disgusted about getting caught. Second of all I thought that Julie was really pissed at this girl for trashing Ray the way she did. I was wrong on both accounts. Ray was slowly getting up, obviously rattled. Julie just walked right past him and picked me up. My arms were pinned to my sides, and I found myself face to face with her. She moved her mouth against my ear, and her exotic smell of her sweat and suntan lotion filled my nostrils. She breathed a couple of breathes into my ear and whispered "Don't worry honey, I wouldn't tackle you like that. I know how to treat handsome little men like you." While she said this, her hand had found my rear and was messaging it slowly. Then she let me slide down her slick body to my feet. I thought I was going to accidentally peel her bikini top off as I went, but it held tight. Then she hunched over slightly, gathered my head into her arms and pushed it into her chest. My face was turned awkwardly into her cleavage but I had no choice. Then I felt her peck the top of my head with a kiss as she let me go and walked away. I turned to see who had been looking at the whole thing, but it seemed that everyone was either helping Ray back up or discussing the next play. Even Stephanie had missed it. My tank top and shorts were twisted out of place, so I straitened them out, trying to cover my erection. We ran out of downs and had to punt. To my dismay, Julie received the kick. Mr. Roman and I were running next to each other far to the side of the field. Like several of the other guys, we were trying to avoid the contact without looking like it too much. Stephanie took advantage of this moment to come up and "block" both of us in a big bear hug. "Now I have my two favorite guys right where I want em!" She grunted. Her biceps were driving into my side as she squeezed us into each other in an effort to bring her hands together behind us. Her hands must have found each other because they stopped pushing in. "Aren't you guys going to try to get away?" Stephanie's breath reeked of alcohol and I could tell she wasn't aware of how much she was really overpowering us. I made an effort to drive her off balance a little with my legs in hopes that she would rather let us go then fall down. She lost her balance for a step, but then she leaned backward and rolled her shoulders together and upward, simultaneously lifting our feet off the ground and constricting her arms around us even more. I suddenly felt sick. She was putting too much pressure on my insides. "Oh come on guys, there's two of you." She held us like that for what seemed like forever, although it was probably only a few seconds. Seeing that her teasing wasn't getting a rise from us she let us go. I immediately doubled over and tried to let some air back into my lungs. I still wasn't sure if I was going to puke or not. Mr. Roman fell straight to his back. His face was a deep shade of red like I'd never seen, and he couldn't stop coughing. Stephanie's smile faded when she realized that he really was hurt. It took him about five minutes to get his wind back, although he didn't even act angry toward her. Mrs. Roman came over and helped him back to the picnic tables. She didn't seem very upset at Stephanie either. She just made a remark about her probably having a couple too many wine coolers. On the bright side, we had a good excuse not to keep playing. Stephanie took me over with some others where we could watch the sunset. She had me sit on her lap while she petted my hair. "I didn't know that dad wasn't feeling good or I wouldn't have played with him like that." I didn't bother saying anything to her right then. I just didn't feel like talking much. The next week was pretty uneventful. Stephanie only came over three times that week. The next weekend she and I went over to Julie and Ray's place for dinner. Their apartment is small, but nice. Ray answered the door wearing an apron and looking disheveled. Stephanie strutted in and ruffled his hair as she passed him. "Hey Ray, where's the woman you serve?" "Julie is upstairs changing." Ray proceeded back to the kitchen to continue cooking dinner and Stephanie flopped down onto the couch and started watching TV. I sat down next to her as usual, almost expecting her to start fondling me or ramming her tongue into my ear. Instead she absentmindedly put her arm around me and kept on watching the television. After a couple of minutes she told me I should go help Ray in the kitchen so I did. He had a chicken lasagna in the oven that smelled great and he was making a toss salad. I complimented him on what looked to be a great meal in the works, but I wanted to take this chance to ask him some questions. "So Ray, how has married life been treating you?" I said with an obvious tinge of concern in my voice. "Oh, it has its ups and downs I guess. Its definitely been a lot harder then I thought it would be." "Julie is pretty hard on you isn't she." "Well, she has expected a lot from me I think. I guess she just doesn't realize how much easier some things are for her then they are for me. And she doesn't think she should have to do a lot of the housework." "What do you mean?" "Just for example, today I went to get groceries, and she was outside tanning when I got back. I grabbed two bags and asked her is she would grab the third one. I normally wouldn't ask her for help but I was running late and I didn't think it would be a big deal. She gave me a big sigh then jumped out of her lawn chair, stormed over and tucked the bag under her arm. Then she scooped me up along with the two bags I was holding and headed into the house. She just wanted to show me how easy it should have been to carry the groceries in. I apologized for bothering her, but she just roller her eyes and went back outside." "But she doesn't get violent with you or anything does she?" "No, she doesn't. She does get wound up sometimes though, and she doesn't know her own strength." "I know what that's like I think. What does she get wound up about?" "Oh, mostly she just gets frustrated with me I guess. I just can't keep up with her energy. I get tired and I have trouble paying attention to her sometimes. A lot of times she wants to go out, and I still don't have all of my chores done. The good news is that we've recently come to an understanding, but I'm not supposed to talk about it, so." "That's okay, I understand." Just then I heard the fast clicking of heavy footsteps coming down the stairs. We turned to see Julie take a small hop from the bottom step, into the kitchen. I was absolutely stunned at what I saw. She was wearing a beautiful dress with tiny shoulder straps. She twirled around to reveal the open back of her dress and send the hem spinning around her tanned marble legs. When she came to a stop her breasts jostled deliciously back into place. Her hair looked soft and touchable as it fell around her face and shoulders. She looked down at herself casually and patted the sides of her dress down over the curve of her hips as she walked toward us. Her eyes locked onto Rays and she stopped in front of him with her bust nearly brushing his shoulders. They stared into each other's eyes for several seconds, before she broke the silence. "Dinner smells great." Then her arms wrapped around the small of his back, pulling him into her and she kissed him deeply. Every inch of the front of his body was pressed against hers, riding her every curve. I found myself feeling jealous all of the sudden. I shook my eyes away and left the room. I found Stephanie sitting exactly how I had left her, and I sat by her. Then I heard Julie walk into the room behind us. I decided to resist looking and pretended to watch TV. "Hey sis, glad you could make it." She said cheerfully. I could smell her perfume now, and it was making my mouth water. What was coming over me? She never did this too me before. Suddenly I felt her hair falling across the back of my head. Her hand appeared on my shoulder and slid slowly down over my chest. "You left the room without even saying hello cutie." Then she rubbed her fingernails across my chest extremely lightly, sending goosebumps all over my arms. "Don't get shy on me now honey." She giggled and walked around to sit in a chair. I looked over to Stephanie to see what she her reaction, but as best I could tell she didn't seem to care at all. She just kept her eyes locked on the television. I couldn't help but look at Julie some more. She was sitting in the chair with one long shapely leg crossed over the other. She and Stephanie sat and talked, while I sat and stared. I couldn't stop watching her. Dinner tasted great, and we all had a good time. Afterwards, I was surprised when Stephanie walked out the door without saying a word and left in her jeep. I asked if anyone knew where she was going, but Julie just nonchalantly replied that she would be back soon. By the time Ray and I cleaned up, it was already after nine o'clock. When we went into the living room Julie told me to get comfortable on the couch, because Ray looked tired and she was going to tuck him in. Ray didn't object, he just turned and headed upstairs. Julie patted me on the head as she past me to follow him up. I sat and waited, wondering when Stephanie would be back. Upstairs I could hear them both giggling. After a few minutes, I the giggling stopped, and I thought I heard Ray moan once, but I didn't want to think about it. A few minutes after that, I was sure I heard him moan. I didn't really hear anything else. Julie came down about twenty minutes later. She sat on the other end of the couch and let out a long sigh. We sat without talking for a while. I finally broke the silence. "Geex, I wonder when Stephanie will be back, didn't she say where she was going?" "Don't worry about it honey. Just relax for a while." She kicked off her shoes and laid her legs across my lap. "You don't mind if I do this do you? I really feel like putting my feet up." I tried to make a casual shrug that it was okay. She started to slowly point and relax her toes, stretching and relaxing her calves. One of which happed to be directly over my crotch. The thick bulge of muscle kept sliding and rubbing heavily on my lap. I knew she must have felt the reaction I was having and I started to get nervous. I squirmed a little to try to ease the pressure in my pants. "What's wrong honey? Come her and get more comfortable." She lifted her legs off of my lap and held her hands out to me. "Its alright, come here." She guided me on top of her, where I found myself in a much more comfortable position with my head resting just below her bosom. "There, isn't that better?" I simple nodded. "There's something I have to tell you. Stephanie is not coming back tonight. She wanted me to tell you that she thinks you two should take a break from each other.." I laid there in silence for a while. "Why couldn't she tell me?" "Well.its sort of part of a deal we made." "What are you talking about?" "You're probably going to be spending quite a bit of time with me for a while." She pulled me up her body a bit more so that my head was now resting on her huge bosom. Her legs crossed over mine, and her arms hugged me tightly against her. I felt encased in her body. She continued to roll her feet around, and the feeling of her soft skin rubbing against me was driving me wild. "Look, I'm a really sweet person when I get what I want. When I don't get what I want I tend to get ornery to say the least. That's just the way it is. Ray understands this especially. I love Ray and I want things to work with him. That's why I'm enlisting you to help him out a little for a while. In case you haven't noticed, I'm a pretty tough woman for one man to please. And I'm not talking about just the housework." I could hardly believe what was happening. "But. won't Ray get jealous?" "Probably, sometimes I guess. But believe me, he'll be happier in the long run. He was pretty happy a few minutes ago." "I don't think I'm comfortable with this idea." "You sure look comfortable. If I don't chose you, it'll be somebody else. At least Ray likes you." With that she sat up. I found myself pressed against her awkwardly with my legs still tangled under hers. She reached back and undid the straps of her dress. It still clung tightly to over the curves of her breasts. "Pull my top down." I slowly peeled the top of her dress down, and watched with anticipation as her tits bounced loose of their constraints. She shook back and forth subtly, and I swallowed hard. My eyes were only inches from one of her nipples. It was so large and prominent, I just stared at it. "Kiss me there." I kissed it softly and felt the tip of her nipple get larger between my lips. "Kiss it harder. Kiss it really hard." I took it into my mouth and sucked it as hard as I could. She moaned instantly, and pressed my hip into her crotch. I kept going, and I could feel her getting hotter. It wasn't long before she took in a sharp breath and held it. She threw her head back and went stiff. I took this cue and worked both of her breasts with my hands and mouth as vigorously as I could. I heard more groaning but it wasn't coming from her this time. Her arm was wrapped around the back of the couch and about to break the frame from her ecstatic grip. Suddenly she relaxed, and I could feel the wetness soaking in from her crotch. We laid there for a while without talking, and her hands just roamed all over my body, massaging as they went. Finally without breaking the silence, she began kissing me. Slowly at first. At the night wore on things became more and more intense. We explored each other for hours, and I finally fell asleep, exhausted. I woke up on the couch to sounds in the kitchen. I threw my pants on to see both Julie and Ray sitting at the table eating. I joined them and we ate mostly in silence. Julie was the first one to say anything. "After breakfast Jake we'll go to your apartment and get a few days worth of clothes to bring back here." "Where is he going to sleep, on the couch?" Ray asked. "I'm not sure who's sleeping where just yet."