Stray by delicious female hospitality A purebred I'm not. Anyone with so many z's in his name probably comes from a part of Europe where we're all mongrels anyway. That's me. I didn't expect anything extraordinary when I dressed for a run. I was torn, because it looked like rain, and had been raining for days. Still, if I didn't get out, I'd go stir-crazy. So out I went, into the solitude of the lake-side on a blustery March morn. I looked for a rhythm, and found it easily in my absence of passion. I could relate to the gray, blowing the wetness out of my eyes, as though I were in a sad story. But I felt mostly blank, like a page about to be written upon... with a large and bold hand. On I ran. Near the gazebo--a lively place in July, but pretty desolate now-- I glanced to my left, as I passed a large oak. In the lee, sat an image of frustration... A flat tire, I surmised. I kept jogging, because the man seemed big and strong and capable...but a voice called to me. A voice of surprising softness. Ah. I slowed, completely captivated, by the unexpected treasure. Sitting in the lee of the oak was a woman of unexpected size. I couldn't quite fathom her size, except it was immediately clear that she was very wide, from the large cape hanging around her. I tried not to be rude, but my heart surged at the sight. I couldn't resolve the image clearly, so large was she.... both wide, and it turned out, tall as well. The bike was one for a big man... or a big woman. I had never seen a woman this size, and I realized that the bike was so much bigger than what I was accustomed to I simply assumed it was for a man, and the figure in the dark shade of the tree, a man as well. But were voice was so pliant, bending like the branches above our heads. I hadn't heard a word, but already I was there, committed. Who knew what she said, but I simply responded "yes, I'll marry you", or "yes, by all means you can eat me..... please, feel free to devour me right now..... I wasn't really doing anything of importance anyway". My eyes met hers, and I wondered if my obvious attraction would make a fool of me. What was the appropriate response? To play cool? To try to be witty? Or to let my rapture show? I did nothing, really, but allowed my jaw to drop, and said "wow"...... Then I stammered something about being of assistance......did she need help? Thank goodness this was not one of those who chastises the obvious... What if I'd said "gee, you're tall!" But I saw that she was genuinely in need of help and given the deserted shore, grateful for the unexpected help. When she stood I would have faltered, even gasped because she was so unexpectedly beautiful, towering above me like another oak. But before I could make a gasp of any sort, she did herself. I realized that she had had an accident. Her listing to one side was done with a rueful smile, as she pointed to the bent front wheel....she had hit a fallen branch. "Lucky I didn't go over the handle bars". Lucky indeed. She had strained her wrist in landing, however, and also her ankle. "Are you okay?" While not a brilliant question, I guess it was the right thing to say... "Not too bad, thanks...." She flashed me a smile suddenly that took my breath away: as though she had n't expected help, and she was full of gratitude, as though nobody would help her. Didn't she know that I would have wanted to talk to her undr any circumstances? "Can I help you go somewhere?" I asked this, not daring to hope I could be helpful...but also genuinely touched by this ravishing smile, this delicate one who needed to get out of the cold. "Well actually, I live pretty close-by. Could you help me get home?" She pointed to a home that was heartbreakingly close. Damn. I had wanted to walk, with her leaning on me. Oh well, at least I'd be able to do it for 200 feet or so. I moved in place beside her, taking the bike, while putting her arm around my shoulder. My, my, my.... I realized she was stupendously large, colossal... like the bike, actually. I felt like a little boy, looking at where the seat came up to... but I let that thought go, quickly, because I was getting extremely aroused. Her arm was so meaty, warm, and, yes, she smelled so extraordinarily good. Oh, yes, she looked into my eyes, and if she had had any doubts she saw me looking at her as though I were taking communion. Loving devotion flooded through me. So what if I had to say goodbye at the door? She was so cute, and I was worried that she was in pain. "Hey.....are you in pain.....whatever your name is?" Another smile. "Lorraine". She moved a bit, and winced. At that, suddenly she put a LOT of weight onto my shoulder. I didn't blow it anyway, and held her up just fine. Shit. But she could walk.....between winces. "And you?" "Uh... my name's Laszlo.....I'm Hungarian." Smalltalk, I thought. YEAH! I'm small, so, how about small-talk? Take her mind off the pain. Before you know it we were home. I was about to say my goodbyes, when she surprised me. "Won't you come in?" "But I'm a mess" I said, half-heartedly. I was soaked, and dressed for a run, which in most parts of the world, means the worst clothing you own. That smile: as convincing as the smell of hot cider, beckoning me in. We sat on the couch, and had that cider......And then when I thought I had maybe made a friend and was set to go, another shock. As I went to go, a question from fantasy land. "Don't go. I...don't think I can get undressed, or washed alone." I looked at her, smelling her, thinking that I had been a good scout so far. Was there any way to misunderstand this request? "I don't want to go.....you knew that. Let me help". She extended her perfectly capable arm to me, allowing me to pull a long cotton sleeve off of that arm. Then the other one. A flirty smile, over the shoulder, while I saw a white bra digging deep into magnificent shoulders, like dessert just above my mouth. I moved the strap with my tongue while taking the back of the bra effortlessly, feeling the masses restrained in front. Pop, and just like that, a white avalanche. She turned around, partly because she knew I wanted to see, and partly because I think she wanted to see me see. She opened her arms, a gateway to: -her left breast, quivering to one side -her right breast, slowly moving, like another entire living being .... in short, an entire panorama, like a view of a city, viewed before a distant mountain landscape. I turned my head, drinking in first one splendid landmark, then another. And above it all, her smile, like the sun peering across a twilit settlement, bringing a new day. "I never get tired of that expression", she said, while my mouth hung open... perhaps just like all the others. I hesitated. When had it ever been okay to just dive right in, without checking? But then when had I ever been with a woman who could feel so completely safe, who could bestow herself as a precious gift, rather than restrain herself in fear? Why indeed, should Lorraine ever be fearful? I put my hands up to her shoulders, enjoying the deep connection we were making through the eyes, no matter what I did. I felt I had to explain, yet I knew she was serenely comfortable, .....except, ...damn, yes, there was the whole issue of her accident. Was she in pain? "Sorry, I got a little carried away." With that I simply did as nature already seemed to want, giving in to the magnetic pull between her mouth and my mouth, her chest and my chest. I felt like a 13 yearold, without any technique, and no control.... I was on the verge of coming in my pants, as my knees shook with total desperate longing. She allowed herself to be enjoyed. My mouth toured her surface, not so much a guided tour as a tour she approved of: because every place I went, I heard her say "yes".... shoulder, arm, breastbone, breast,...The passive enjoyment stopped for a moment, as Lorraine brought her elbows together, bringing more and more and more breast into my face, a feast without end. I found her nipple, and sucked gently, looking into her eye with great solemnity... I thought I was going to cry..... Yes, she was injured, that's right, I was here to help her, not to pig out on her..... I pulled back, and asked her "does that hurt?" Was I being too rough? She merely laughed, and grabbed the top of my scalp, and ripped me almost right off my feet, while pressing my head into her swelling breasts. "Harder... suck harder" she said quietly, while demonstrating, taking one of my fingers and trying to suck it into her lungs...that is, between attempts to bite me... Then she put my fingertip between her teeth and bit down, just for a second but really really hard. She opened her mouth, allowing me to pull my finger out. She just stood for a moment, holding my finger right in front of her mouth, teeth bared like a hungry bear. "I guess that hurts too. But what makes you think you can pull away if I don't want to let you go?" She then pulled the finger back, put it in her mouth and licked it like a meek pussycat, whose teeth were bared the entire time. "This is me wounded, limping after a bicycle accident; and I think I can still protect myself if you try to hurt me". "Okay" I replied, maybe a little shocked. I thought we were comfortable. But really, what did we know about each other, so far? "Is it bad to want you to enjoy it, to make the sensation nice, instead of something that hurts? You haven't told me anything, really." She let go. We stood for a moment regarding each other, no longer touching. "Is this better? We can just talk about it. "OR"....she spread her fingers of her right hand on my chest, fingers reaching from my navel to my armpit, and slowly closed on my left breast. She let her finger tips trace until they were tickling my nipple through my shirt. "OR"....her fingers circled, then two closed savagely on the tip of the nipple.... "OR, I can find how you feel about a little gentle touch". She was still pinching the nipple. I said nothing, but tears began to form in my eyes. "Do you think I'm squeezing too hard?" She had leaned closer, and this last question was breathed down my throat. "DO you?" She let go, and brought her fingertips to the other breast, just teasing. I said nothing. "Admit it" she continued....staring at where her fingers were playing, as though were her guitar. I waited, wanting to know what I would be admitting, and damn sure she already had me pegged. It was something she knew about me, no doubt. So far she was reading my mind. She continued: "don't you MISS this hand?" And she held up the hand that had grabbed me with the force of a claim of ownership. "I know you expect the same over here". I nodded, because she knew exactly what I felt. Why speak, when she was reading my thoughts? "Does this mean you'll help me shower?" I remembered yet again that I was here to help her. Once again I nodded, as shy as a faun befriending a car that still might make road-kill... or would that be bed-kill? If this was dangerous, it was still a game, still a hell of a lot of fun. More fun than I'd ever had actually. We went to her bedroom, which adjoined the bathroom. I followed her, watching her hips switching like the horizon of the world with each shift of her weight. Her limp from the fall made it more pronounced, as she let all that weight go this way and that. I was reminded of one of those sea films where the horizon pitches one way and then the other, an entire world tipping one way and then the other. She sat on the bed. She sank down on it, compressing it under her, while smiling up at me, once again almost looking shy. Sitting on the bed, however, I was barely taller than her, even sitting. "Help me out of these, ok?" She indicated the jeans, lifting her foot to me. Oh my, but I got my first real visceral sense of how big she was at that moment, with her left foot in my hand. Soft, and a bit damp, her sock covered her big foot. I held it for a moment, feeling that her leg weighed as much as me. I held the foot for a moment, giving it a gentle squeeze with both hands, then pulled the pantleg down on the one side. She held the other foot up, dainty as a ballerina, while I pulled this other pantleg. She lifted her ass off the bed, while I pulled, and then dropped again, landing on her bed with a sound like a distant drum booming. I had those pants off, but did not immediately relinquish her feet. I removed her socks, enjoying the way she giggled as though naked without her socks on. Perhaps she was a bit ticklish. "Do you like to have them rubbed?" I said this while holding her right foot firmly in both hands. She didn't stop me. Hmmmmm, I guess I have to get out of this habit of always asking everything. But it's a lifelong habit, given that women are usually the weaker sex, the ones who can be injured. She seemed to be enjoying what I was doing, so I took it a bit further. I brought the foot over my shoulder, and put my mouth to her calf, kissing and then sucking into her amply developed leg. So much to enjoy, to explore..... I looked down, at her verdant valley, but did not immediately venture to dive in. " I see where you're looking", she said. With a quick movement of her foot on the back of my neck, she launched me forward, while lying back. My head was now upon the delicate vastness of her thighs...except that I shouldn't underestimate the strength. "Kiss me here" she said, pointing to the middle of her thigh. As I kissed that thigh, the other one clamped around my head. No air for a few moments, but ecstatic softness, pulsing around me. And then, as suddenly as the squishing of my head had begun, it ended, and I was in cold space, not warm cuddly softness. "I won't tell you again. You want to do something, you do it. Don't ask. Don't think. Be an animal. I trust you, and I think you're nice, but I'm safe, okay? "....and we can always do more of that later; now I want to wash". She sat up and continued to undress what she hadn't removed already. "Bring me that robe, okay?" She pointed to a big terry robe, moss green, hanging on the wall. I brought it, and she surprised me again, pulling me down onto the bed for an intense kiss. I was on her, and then, she rolled me over. Heaven. Just as I had hoped, she loomed above me like the clouds of all the storms in all the heavens. And then she bounced, pressing her mouth onto mine, enjoying the softness of my lips being bent by her own hungry mouth, my chest seeming to bend under....who knows how much? Take me, own me. Would you crush me? I hope so. I loved that intense thing she did when kissing, moving her head around as though ravenous, breathing, snarling, and all the while her torso moving on me as though I were the asphalt and she were a busy steam-roller. I was exactly her shape, whatever shape she was, my body conformed underneath... pave me some more. One part of me refused to be flattened however, and she kept coming back to this defiant hardness under her. "Hmmmm, yes, I'll come back for more later." We rolled onto our sides, while her hands continued to probe my body. Every part of her was so big, I was simply moaning with delight and hunger at the sensation. Her mouth was so big, so hungry, that I thought she'd eat my face off. But then she brought my head up to kiss and I wondered what I had ever done in my life until this moment. Had I ever had a real woman before now? I was like a virgin on his first real date. One of her hands was on my ass, almost lifting me, while squeezing my glutes. The other continued to treat my head like a poorly fitting bra.... She kept trying to wriggle into me, as if she was going to wear me... I heard a moan as she squeezed the curves of my tush. Perhaps this was something she had already noticed when I was walking, namely my own well-developed thighs and ass. Both cheeks seemed to fit into her hand, however... I had never thought of my ass as small before now. I felt like an apple in her hand that she might lift, to take a bite out of....except that I had her breast in my own mouth. Why was I being gentle, when she was pushing me deep into her breast? I opened wide, and sucked in as hard as I could, as an experiment. "About time you got the message.....I don't exactly look like a dainty little miss, do I?" And she laughed while pinching my ass so hard I thought I would cry out. I felt that hand, holding me, as though she'd never let me go...please don't let go. "Now we're having that shower; help me up" she said. We went through the door, and I realized that this would be a tight squeeze. "Is there room?" I asked, hoping it would be crowded. She turned it on, and quickly I felt the warmth from the spray. The nozzle was mounted below her eye level, but removable, in a glass and ceramic tile compartment barely big enough for her alone. "Get in" she commanded. I did. "Soap yourself....and DON'T RINSE!"...... and I did as I was told, not understanding, while she stood for a moment outside. Surely she was cold, while I was so comfortable. "I'm cold" she said, as though reading my mind.... I was looking at th most unbelievably huge nipples.... "OKAY!!!" she screamed, and came into the compartment like a dam breaking. I was covered in soap, and hot from the shower, while she came in, covered in the most curvy, delectable goosebumps I have ever seen..... on her thighs.... her ass......her upper arms....Her stomach and hips quickly pressed me against the cold wall....what an electric sensation that was, pushed by all that softness, into the hard wall. My surface was slippery with soap, and I was quickly shown the reason for my foaming up. She began to rub her surfaces on my slickness, as frictionless as a giant cock sliding in a vagina. After a bit of sliding, which might have had a washing function, in addition to having brought me to the brink of ecstasy, another command: "SIT!" ....Not what I expected. But I sat. "Help me wash where I can't reach". But there was no soap. She turned her yard-wide ass, hanging above my face, each foot of hers stepping precariously around my family jewels. At one moment she almost slipped, and I wondered how I would have enjoyed her, falling from the sky onto this rapt observer, like a faithful comet hunter looking up at his own nemesis falling upon his head. So be it, I thought....what a hell of a way to go. But she kept her balance even though she was still limping. I was needed, after all, to do the soapless wash. Her massive ass came nearer. "Do you know what a spelunker does?" she asked, loudly. ....the word was familiar, vaguely. "I'll give you a clue, even... it's a kind of explorer!" I was still clueless, but looking at this massive planet-sized ass looming before my face.... "Okay....a spelunker is an explorer of caves....prepare to go on a voyage deep into MINE!" And at that instant, she pulled her cheeks apart, while pressing back onto my face. Ohhhh, so deep, into hot places I had only dreamt of.... I heard her voice in the distance, saying " now make sure I'm clean!" Of course..... I was planning to go back there often....