One Night Stand
by Pac - written for DTM / Amy's Conquest



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"Where do you think you're going?" Darla asked me, a coy smile on her face.

At least, I like to remember it that way.

"Urrgh," I said, struggling in vain. "Up."

"Oh, really?" she asked, and my hazy recollection resolved itself into a
raised eyebrow, a supercilious look at my helplessness, and a hungry eye
turned toward me in my apparent arousal.

Darla was pretty, with cascading, curly blonde hair and hazel eyes, but she
was not built the way most guys would consider truly beautiful. She was a big,
solid girl, with heavily built arms, marvellously thick legs, and a solid
middle with very little of that womanly hourglass many men find appealing. Her
body appeared built on a bigger scale than normal people, and I was
immediately drawn to her because of it. What I loved the most about her,
though, was that she was a good deal bigger than me, both in height and
overall size. She had to have four inches on me or more, both vertically and
horizontally. Honestly I couldn't give exact measurements, as desperate as I
was to know them, because of my condition.

She was my idea of an angel.

I felt her hands tighten painfully on my wrists like steel bands and my arms
were stretched above me on my little apartment bed, while Darla rested her
much bigger body atop me. Her legs found mine and forced them apart, and I
felt the pressure increase as she spread her legs and mine apart with her
thick, strong limbs. She held her face inches from mine and kissed the tip of
my nose, while my body was crushed beneath her vastly greater weight.

"No, not going to give up?" she said, broad smile stretching wider as her legs
followed suit. "Hey, I thought you wanted to fool around like this. You're not
putting up much of a fight. Did you change your mind?"

I just smiled and let her stretch my legs to her heart's content. I did try to
resist her, for all the good that did me, but I had a chance in hell of
winning against her. That was the fun, the excitement of it for me.

My legs spread farther, but I had a secret that I wasn't about to share... not
yet, at least. I had taken a few years of martial arts, so her infinitely
stronger legs, though they spread as wide as they could, could not stretch me
out to the point of pain. I was limber enough to do a full split, slightly
beyond, actually, and I could tell it frustrated my captor. Or maybe it was
confusion, maybe fear. I could tell she didn't want to hurt me. She did seem
thrilled that I appreciated that she was much stronger, specifically how I
reacted to it.

"Jesus, little guy, you should be begging me to let you go by now!" she said.
"I don't want to hurt you."

I wanted to laugh at her words, but didn't. That was the last thing I wanted,
but I could hear the worry clearly in her voice and didn't want to spook her.
It took me too much time to get us into this most thrilling position. I was
praying the moment could last forever and dreading the loss of her spectacular
body against mine.

"Let me go? Why would I want you to do that?" I asked, my voice as normal as I
could make it with her great weight upon my chest. "This is the most wonderful
cuddle I've had in a long time. You're not hurting me. Feel free to *never*
let me go if you like."

Darla, laughing nervously, let go of me and sat up, resting her immense weight
on my hips. I was disappointed, but the new pressure on me, and the inviting
fullness of her hips as they dwarfed mine, assuaged me somewhat. I was as hard
as I had ever been while drunk, and she gasped sharply as my manhood made
contact with her aroused sex.

"Oh...! You are the strangest little guy, you know that?" she said, rubbing
her hips against mine to push my cock further into her panties. "Do you like
pain or something? I'll feel bad if I pop your hip out of its socket. My legs
are more than strong enough to do that, you know. I'm not into that. If you
are, I don't want to be a part of that."

"Believe me, I know, but, seriously, it didn't hurt," I said, hoping I could
get her big thighs wrapped around mine again. "I don't think you can stretch
your legs far enough to dislocate one of mine, but you can try if you like.
And, no I'm not into pain, not at all. I'm sure you can tell your wonderful
legs did accomplish something else, though."

I arched my hips upward into hers as much as I could with her atop me, and
felt her respond.

"Ooh," Darla moaned, grinding her hips against me. "God, it sure did! You
really love me doing this shit to you, don't you? Wow, you're hard as a rock!
That's so weird!"

I repressed a sigh as I heard that comment for the umpteenth time...
unfortunately. I wish people could put all that discomfort away when they
played behind closed doors, but I guess for most it's just too hard to
overcome. I was hoping like crazy I could get Darla to overcome her own
anxiety, her own insecurity, but she used the word weird in place of
uncomfortable when she tried to explain her feelings to me. I wanted to tell
her it was okay to enjoy herself, and I could tell she was, but she was
trained well by whatever notion of "normal" society had forced upon her.

"I just love feeling how strong you are, how much stronger you are than me," I
replied. "I find it so exciting that I can't help myself. I don't know why.
Really, Darla, you should be proud of your fantastic body. You've worked hard
to make it so incredible. I just wish you would appreciate it as much as I do.
It's one of the big reasons I'm so attracted to you. In my eyes, you've won
the genetic lottery."

"This body?" she snorted, incredulous. "You think *this* body is a prize?
Sometimes I feel like I was born in the wrong world. I feel like I was made
for a different place, somewhere... bigger. Look at my thighs. They're bigger
around than your whole body. I'm bigger... everywhere."

At the word "bigger", my eyes drifted down to her chest as it heaved above me.
It wasn't from exertion, and I was hoping that part of her excitement had less
to do with our sexual contact and more with her physical superiority over me.

She saw where my eyes were aimed and laughed, shaking her prominent bust
inches from my face.

"Yeah, way bigger there. Okay, I agree that parts of it are pretty nice, but,
yeah, what you're saying to me is not what I'm used to guys being excited
about," she said slowly. "It's kind of weird."

Besides her incredible strength and her height, Darla had a few other things
that really intrigued me. She was extremely big and solid, a gift from her
father the stocky auto mechanic. She didn't get her height from him, though.
Her mother looked like a lingerie model: long legs, waspish waist, full hips
and boobs, and this enticing come hither smile. In all of the pictures I saw
when we stopped briefly at her place for some overnight clothes. Darla
inherited her height, and certainly the tits and ass. Combined with her
father's stockiness, she actually had more (a *lot* more) of those feminine
features than her mother, but she didn't inherit her mother's slim waist. Her
body had next to no taper above her hips, and was extremely thick as well. I
didn't have to be a sex therapist to tell it bothered her.

I picked Darla up at the gym I frequented on Friday after work. I went later
than usual that night, and there she was in the empty gym, which she
apparently preferred. She was hitting the hack squats with a shocking amount
of weight on the bar and no need for a spotter. Her ass was so big and round I
thought the gray stretch pants she wore were going to split down the middle
when she went deep, and she went really deep with each rep. When I got close
enough to realize just how big she was, I was totally hooked. I introduced
myself, surprising her, and offered to spot for her, which made her chuckle
nervously. We both knew I wouldn't be able to handle the weight if she
couldn't, but she politely accepted. Maybe it was the excitement in my eyes as
we talked, but something told her I wasn't there to judge. Maybe it told her
quite the opposite.

I stood behind her on that first set, careful not to touch her ass, but it
stuck so far out behind her that I had to be a foot away to keep clear of it.
I really didn't want to keep clear of it, and, thankfully, she didn't want
that, either. She must have seen me staring in open wonder after that first
set.

"You're not going to do much good that far away," Darla said, continuing the
farce of me actually being able to help her.

"Okay, but we may end up bumping into each other," I said, and let my gaze
linger on her curvy bum long enough to let her see as she looked over her
shoulder at me.

"I guess that's just the price I'll have to pay to stay safe," she teased.

I knew what to expect when I stood close enough to her to feel her ass as it
touched me, but it's one thing to know it in your head, another to actually
feel the incredible hardness of the glutes that could squat as much weight as
she could. They felt as hard as the weights she raised and lowered so
seamlessly, her legs growing dramatically with each squat. And, of course, her
glutes swelled as much as my manhood did by the time she finished her set. She
had to have felt that... or maybe she didn't. Her big round ass was so full
that, even when her butt touched my hips, I could still see daylight between
her cheeks and my bulging shorts.

Once her squats were done I started coming onto her big time, being just
friendly enough to gauge if she was interested, then upping my interest when
she nervously responded. It was slow going, but I finally won her over by
shifting my attention to her prodigious chest when she started displaying it
prominently to me. That obviously was the hook she used to catch guys she was
attracted to, because she had most of her upper body hidden with a
loose-fitting black hoodie. She gave me the unmistakable signal to move
forward when she strategically unzipped it to display a staggering amount of
cleavage. Her excuse was she was getting too hot, but I couldn't see a drop of
sweat on her from all the heavy lifting she had done. It seemed like she
dropped her normal working weights for fear of driving me away. As easy as she
made her workout look, she must have cut it by greater than half, and she was
still way above what I could max on every exercise.

I was in love.

Darla's gigantic tits popped out of the top of her hoodie like two beacons,
painstakingly framed to draw my eyes away from other parts of her, though she
also seemed to like the attention I paid her marvellous legs and rear. She
would tug at her bra every so often, unconsciously it seemed, rearranging it
to keep the huge mounds of flesh billowing toward the ceiling and popping out
of her partially open sweatshirt... and the overmatched tank top beneath. Oh,
how I longed to see that tank-top, stretched out by her glorious body, but she
kept the rest of her upper body under tight wraps.

After the gym, I talked Darla into going to a bar for an impromptu date, then
went to her apartment to pick up a few things on the way to my house. The
woman could hold a remarkable amount of liquor, and I found, too late, that I
had foolishly matched her drink for drink. She practically carried me up the
three flights of stairs to her place, and, as drunk as I was, I still saw she
was holding back with her support. I was not to be deterred, though. My
inhibitions were totally gone, and I was crazy about her from the moment I set
eyes upon that body.

We made out in the cab to my house so enthusiastically that the cabbie laughed
as he drove off. When we got in my front door, Darla was shocked at how
quickly I responded to her body. She was built like a powerlifter: her massive
upper body had a little definition, but it was mostly rock-solid mass; that,
and unbelievable strength. When she pulled me into her gigantic tits when we
first made out at my place, I don't even think she realized she had lifted me
right off my feet as we stood kissing in my living room. More accurately,
*she* stood, and I hung in her arms, while we kissed. It was simply amazing, a
fantasy come true.

Darla jolted me from my reverie as she shifted her great weight and sat ramrod
straight. She thrust out the part of her body that she was used to being noted
for.

"Awful quiet down there," she said, her tone enquiring. "What's going on? No
second thoughts, right?"

"Not a chance. Just admiring the view," I replied. "I could seriously get used
to this."

She chuckled nervously as she shifted some of her weight off my hips.

Darla's bosom was mightily impressive, as was her big curvy rear, made
beautifully round she told me by countless squats in the gym. I "accidentally"
brushed against it at the bar, and she had taken my hand and placed it right
back on her ass after I told her I was sorry. It was surprisingly bold for
her, I thought. Maybe the alcohol was getting to her, though I couldn't tell
by the rest of her behaviour.

"No you're not," she said with a shy smile. "And you don't need to be. I
figured I already gave you the go-ahead back at the gym. You weren't using
your hand back there when I was squatting."

We interspersed with drinks with some dancing, and Darla rubbed her glorious
buns into my hips on the dance floor. She was so enthusiastic that she slammed
her butt into me on our last go, knocking me off my feet and causing a few of
the others dancing near us to laugh.

Red-faced, she helped me to my feet, and sadly that was our last dance. When
we left the floor she apologized and told me that she hadn't meant to grind
into me so hard, but hips her size built up a lot of momentum. By that time
I'd already given her butt plenty of exploratory feels. I was amazed at how
hard it was, and had to say something to counteract her self-deprecating
comment.

"I hope you don't think less of me, but I have to say you have the world's
most incredible bum," I said.

"You can bounce a quarter off it," Darla giggled after we'd had several
drinks. "An old boyfriend used to tease me by saying that. I think he was just
jealous when I doubled his max squat weight with my warm up weight."

God was that a thrilling statement. She could see it in my eyes, which I guess
is why she threw that out there, fishing for my response.

She still seemed sober as could be, but I was definitely feeling them by then,
though you never really feel them until they are making you pay the price.

Thankfully that didn't come until later, late enough that I could really enjoy
myself with her.

"I don't believe you," I said teasingly, "we have to test it out!"

"What, the squats or the quarter?" she asked. "I'm sure on squats I could best
triple your max with one leg, easy."

I was hard as a rock hearing that, and wished we could go back out on the
dance floor, but I wanted to keep her confidence high, since she seemed on a
roll. So, right in the middle of the crowded bar, I made a point of pulling a
quarter out and tossing it at her butt. She laughed and cocked her hip, and
off my quarter zinged. I never did find it, but the price was well worth it. I
gave her butt a playful swat, and it felt like I was slapping a piece of
granite. I made a show of shaking the sting out of my hand and Darla laughed.
She was really starting to loosen up, so I kept the drinks coming. My mistake.

"Yeah, I'd be careful how hard you spank me," she said, her voice oozing sex.
"I don't think they make hands hard enough to dent this."

They make something that hard on guys, I thought as my hand glided over her
skin-tight pants.

By the time we were ready to go, I had a lot of trouble taking my hands off
her butt. She didn't seem to mind, so I explored its immense curves to my
heart's content while we talked.

I loved her figure, but I really wanted to feel her strength that evening: her
legs enfolding me in their irresistible embrace, being swept up in all of that
power, that exquisite feeling of helplessness.

Right before we left, I was trying to figure out a subtle way to tell her how
impressed I was by her without making her self-conscious when fate intervened.
We were engaged in small talk, when one of the rowdier patrons, a pretty tall
guy, crashed into me. He ended up tossing his drink right over my shoulder and
onto the front of Darla's hoodie. After some drunken apologies, he staggered
off. I was surprised she took it as well as she did. Maybe it was my frequent
looks at her glistening breasts, and my eager offer to help dry her off, made
funny by me shoving napkins down the front of her shirt, where they
disappeared into her cleavage. It was one of those feel-good kind of nights at
the bar, apparently, and she had had enough drinks that she was actually
enjoying the attention, laughing and parting the sea of flesh for a few more
napkins when I stopped.

She caught me breathing a sigh of relief after the guy left, though, and
pulled my face to her ear.

"I'm glad you didn't make a big deal out of this," she said to me. "It was
much more fun to play hide the napkins than to get in some macho bar brawl. I
think I might have had to rescue you."

"I think he would've kicked my ass," I replied. "Besides, he gave me the
perfect excuse to cop a feel."

She leaned down to me, her massive breasts pressing into my chest. Her lips
brushed my ear as she spoke softly enough I had to strain to hear.

"I didn't think you needed one."

We were out the door of the bar about ten seconds after that.

Darla smiled down at me as I looked up at her incredible body. She had pulled
her hoodie off right after we left the bar and waded it up in a ball so the
beer on it didn't make her "smell like a brewery". After that, she stood
watching me excitedly as I goggled at her incredible upper body.

Her shoulders were THICK, like thick enough for me to sit on one shoulder with
room to spare. But her arms were something beyond thick -- the absolutely
mind-boggling mass looked like one arm weighed as much as my whole body. The
muscle jumped beneath her skin with every tiny move, and she watched me as I
drank in her powerful form. Now that the hoodie was gone I could also see big
pecs peeking out from beneath the huge boobs that filled my vision. The
ribbing of the white tank top stretched from her breathing like the bellows of
an accordion.

"Incredible!" I breathed, and that apparently was all it took because the next
thing I know we were kissing. Her big arms wrapped around me and she crushed
me into her chest, her big firm boobs squashing out around me as she bent down
to meet my eager lips.

After we pulled back she smiled, her eyes sly. She gave her chest a little
shake.

"You like 'em?" she asked, and gave me a surprised look as I moved my hands
past her chest and onto her arms.

"They are... oh, wow... way more impressive than I imagined they would be from
watching you at the gym," I said, and I saw her look a bit uncomfortable.

She gave a nervous laugh.

"Yeah, um, that wasn't exactly what I was talking about," she said.

She watched, her expression unreadable, as I ran my hand over her arm. It
twitched with her nervousness, and my hand leapt as the muscle of her bicep
seemed to practically explode in size from such a simple movement.

"I know," I said. "But I think there's so much more of you to admire than your
epic boobs."

Things got pretty hot and heavy after that, and after our sexy cab ride, we
were soon to my place and in my living room. She seemed nervous with
anticipation. I wasn't nervous -- I was horny as hell. But things progressed
and I soon found myself flat on my back, with Darla's incredible thighs
wrapped around me.

I wondered what was going on in her head as she sat astride me on my bed. Her
hips still ground against me, but the silence was beginning to stretch, so I
told her how much I liked her being on top. I was seriously considering
goading her back into wrapping my legs up again with her glorious gams, but
relented. I think I was making her uncomfortable with the role reversal I
enjoyed so much. I could see a little of the discomfort as she looked down at
me. Darla did keep rubbing against me though, all the while sayng it was
"weird" and "strange", thrusting out her chest so far I could no longer see
her face around the prodigious swell of her breasts. She wanted the
acknowledgement, maybe to put her back into a more comfortable place in her
head, and I hardly wanted to deny her anything. I responded by squirming a
little until she let go of my arms, and then reached up to fondle her big
beautiful boobs. It wasn't like I didn't think they were magnificent, too. On
the contrary, it was wonderful to play with her tits, so heavy and full, but I
longed to wrap my hands around her strong arms as far as they would reach and
feel the strength hidden within.

"So, are you telling me that my being stronger is even more of a turn-on than
my boobs... *these* boobs... seriously?" she said, the doubt evident in her
voice. "Here, see if you can say that now."

Darla pulled her shirt up over her head, and her bra, a big,
industrial-strength garment of heavy white cloth, made me goggle at its sheer
size. She tossed her stretched-out tanktop on the floor and looked down at me
with a knowing smirk.

"Oh my God," I said, and she giggled a nervous-yet-pleased giggle that I found
very appealing. "Darla I said you had epic boobs, but... they're... amazing!"

"Yeah, that's what I figured," she said, satisfied. "The boobs get 'em every
time."

She did keep me pinned beneath her heavy body as she sat looking down at me
over those huge bra cups, letting me fondle her to my heart's content, but she
wasn't putting any kind of pressure on me. That had to change. I grabbed her
rock-hard thighs to try to throw her off, and almost without thinking about
it, she shifted her hips up my body and pinned me beneath her huge legs. The
weight of that big round ass settling on my stomach made my heart flutter fron
the sensation, and I ran my hands lovingly over her thighs. I couldn't help
but utter a sigh of delight. When she realized what she'd done, she gave me a
sheepish grin as she twisted around to see me past her enormous bust.

"That doesn't hurt, does it?" she asked, the discomfort in her voice apparent.
"I'm so heavy, and you're pretty thin...."

I stopped struggling for fear she would take it as a sign I was being injured.
I never wanted to stop feeling those incredible legs holding me so
effortlessly at bay.

I ran my hands over her thighs and heard her return my sigh. Now we were
making progress. I couldn't get over the fact that her thighs were so much
bigger around than my body. They rose up off the bed, far higher than my torso
as they sat to either side of me, and the feeling of being buried beneath
their immense, powerful bulk had me on the verge of coming in my pants.

"No, that's great!" I said enthusiastically. "You have amazing legs. I loved
watching you work them earlier when I started talking to you. The weight you
were putting up unassisted blew my mind."

She was proud of her legs, with good reason. They were by far the most shapely
part of her body, and the muscle groups were the most clearly defined, visible
through her stretchy pants. I longed to feel them without the fabric beneath
my hands.

"They are really strong, aren't they?" she said, sliding her hands down her
thick quads. "I got a little kick out of hearing you gasp when I maxed out the
leg press so easily. Did it surprise you I could do that?"

That shy confession was as almost as good as the bit of playful domination she
hesitantly agreed upon.

"It did!" I said quickly. "If I were you, I'd buy a lifetime supply of short
skirts so you could show them off. Hell, I could do it for you, but you'd have
to promise to take a picture of your legs in every skirt for me. Do you like
skirts? Maybe you could take a picture in a skirt pressing that leg press
stack. I'll bet you'd turn heads the next time you went to work out."

Darla nodded as she laughed, and ran her hands slowly down and back up her
thighs, making sure I watched.

"Tell you what," she laughed. "If it excites you that much, I'll get a skirt
and take a picture of me maxing the leg press... with one leg. I'll let you
pick which one."

Her smile went wide when she saw the look of lust on my face. My hands rose to
her thighs, and she covered my hands with hers, running them over her thighs.
It was nearly more than I could take.

"Wow, you really ARE turned on," she said, watching me struggle. "I just
thought you were telling me what I wanted to hear, but I can tell this is
really exciting you!"

Quickly she lay back down on me, her full chest dominating mine as she
stretched out atop me again. This time, her longer arms stretched up, but
didn't capture my wrists. Her hands entwined with mine, and her lips sought
out my neck. Darla kissed me with such intensity, moaning in her excitement as
I curled my hips up to push myself into the cleft of her swollen womanhood.

Another sharp gasp, and a broad smile lit her face beautifully.

"Darla, can I ask you one more little favor?"

"Name it, sexy," she said, the smile still on her face.

"Can you wrap your legs around mine again?" I asked, my desperation finally
getting the better of me. "I know it makes you feel uncomfortable, but I love
feeling how strong they are as they stretch my legs apart. I love how they are
so much bigger and stronger than mine. It's driving me out of my mind!"

The smile on her pretty face stretched much like I wanted her to stretch my
legs. I didn't see the discomfort in it this time. Maybe she finally
understood how painfully sexy I found her.

Without a word, she ran her thighs down mine, and her feet slipped around my
ankles, her thighs slowly opened , spreading our legs, and I brought my hands
down to her immense thighs.

"God, they're so wonderful," I moaned as her sex rubbed against me.

Then she did something that made my cock throb in my pants.

Darla let go of my hands and arched back slightly, then put her hands behind
her, releasing the catch on her bra and shrugging the bra straps over her
monumental shoulders. She cast the bra quickly aside and lay her naked breasts
back down on me. Her hands didn't come forward, though. I saw her lift them
briefly under her armpits until they snaked up the sides of her face. They
finally stopped when they were cupped around the back of her head.

"See what you think of this," she said sexily. "Let me know if it hurts."

Darla flexed the muscle of her lower back, and her body rose off me.
Immediately I felt immense pressure on my hips as her weight was concentrated
there, but I was mesmerized, watching her lift higher and higher, until she
stopped, her heaving breasts hanging above my face. I could barely see her
confident look as she twisted her body slowly left and right, swinging her
huge breasts past my face.

I let go of her thighs and reached for her breasts as they swung past me.
Darla giggled gleefully as I played with her, teasing me with her breasts by
lifting up as I reached for them. They were so big I gave up on capturing both
and focused on catching one gigantic swinging breast with both hands. I
finally apprehended a huge boob and brought my lips to her erect nipple,
sucking greedily.

Darla took a hand from her head and pushed my face into her boob as I suckled.
She must have enjoyed the attention as loudly as she moaned. I would have
moaned too, but my mouth was happily occupied.

Incredibly, she could keep her body in that position without any effort, and
she didn't seem to tire at all from holding her huge upper body up with just
her lower back muscles.

"I want you, Tony," she whispered. "You make me feel so good."

"You ain't seen nothin' yet, baby," I replied, making my point by thrusting up
against her pussy again.

The groan of lust that answered my thrust was coupled with her own powerful
thrust that crushed my hips into the mattress. I didn't think I could get any
more excited, but apparently I could, because Darla sat back up, a wide-eyed
look of surprise on her face.

"Wow! That was intense. Why do you love stuff like that? What do you see about
my body that I don't that turns you on so much?" she asked, now more curious
than uncomfortable. "It's not the girls, is it?"

I did pay them quite a bit of attention, but she must have been able to tell
my heart wasn't in it.

"They are wonderful, Darla, they truly are, but let me show you the things I
love about your body," I said, rocking my hips under her.

Darla rubbed her sex against my swollen cock one last time and I encouraged
her to rise off me. As soon as I got to my feet before her, I drew her into a
kiss, then slid down her body, running my hands down her arms, feeling how
heavy and solid they were. As I worked my way past her big breasts, rubbing my
face against their fullness, I moved my hands around to her waist, running
both palms against the hard flat abs that barely peeked out from beneath the
flesh. I kissed her belly, and her hand rested lightly on the back of my head
as I descended.

"Mmm," she sighed, letting me go as I went lower.

Her womanhood beckoned to me like a siren's song, but I resisted and moved my
hands to her massive thighs, rubbing them with so much enthusiasm that Darla
chuckled above me.

"Oh, you're really a leg man, aren't you?" she asked. "I do get a lot of
compliments about them when guys aren't blinded by the boobs."

"May I see them?" I asked reverently.

She hesitated for the slightest moment, then her hands moved to the elastic of
her pants.

"Allow me," I said, and slid my hands over hers, running them around to
encompass the fullness of her huge curvy ass.

"I wouldn't just call myself a leg man. I like this part a great deal, too.
I'm sure you get plenty of compliments about your buns don't you?," I said as
my hands wandered over the hard surface.

"Not really," she said, the emotion in her voice unintelligible. "I used to
get teased about it as a kid because it sticks out so much."

"Kids are cruel," I replied. "But I'll let you in on a secret. I'll bet the
boys slapped your butt a lot, didn't they? It might have seemed like they were
being mean, but it was definitely a sign that they found your bum as
incredibly sexy as I do. I think the real problem was they might have been
intimidated by how strong you were. I'll bet you were stronger than most of
the boys, even as a kid, weren't you?"

She didn't speak for a while, then replied with a quiet, "yes."

"But it didn't make you feel powerful or confident, did it?" I asked. "It made
you feel different, especially at that age, just as you were changing, that
terrible, awkward age. All those mean boys, they liked your sexy, curvy butt,
but they were afraid you wouldn't find them as attractive as they found you,
so they would tease or run away, and make you feel bad about yourself.
Unfortunately, that's the way most boys are, uncomfortable with their desires
and urges. I wasn't like that though. You want to know the kind of boy I was?"

I worked the stretchy pants over her hips, peeling them down the surface of
Darla's immense thighs. Uncovered they were even more impressive, and the
muscles bulged hugely beneath my hands as I painstakingly eased the tight
pants downward. She responded to my touch, and I could hear the quickening of
her breathing as I felt her amazing legs.

"What kind of boy were you?" she asked, her voice trembling from the attention
I was lavishing on her spectacular lower body.

I felt a shudder pass through the gigantic pillars of muscle before me as I
traced kisses over her thighs to mark my words.

"I was the boy who didn't have any problem telling that strong, sexy, shy girl
that I was crazy about her curves."

Darla's hands went to her thick waist.

"What curves?" she replied.

There was bitterness in her voice. I thought there would be.

In response, I ran my hands down to her calves, and felt how thick they were,
so much bigger than mine -- easily as thick as my thigh. I cupped my hands
around one, and felt the bulging muscles flex slightly as my hands caressed
Darla's skin.

"These curves," I said, moving my head between her legs and kissing her calf.

She made the softest whimper, like she was afraid to acknowledge the pleasure.

Silly girl.

I moved upward and spread my hands as I rose, stretching my arms around the
huge thighs on either side of me, feeling their fullness, their stony muscles,
and the silky softness of Darla's flesh. Her entire body shivered, and little
goosebumps appeared on her immaculate flesh. I moved my hands higher, pressing
my face into that hard belly, around her waist, the part of her I knew she
hated the most, and down to her full rear, cupping it as much as I could. It
was a fool's errand, with her broad hips and the amazing distance her muscular
ass thrust behind her.

I moved around her body, still on my knees, kissing the luscious surface of
her thighs until I ended up behind her.

"And definitely these curves," I said as I worshipped her legs, then moved
upward to the incredible swell of her glorious ass.

My hands wandered over the expanse of her beautiful behind, admiring the sexy
curves as it sloped downward from her waist, the deep cleft between the round
globes of rock hard flesh.

"Ohh, and most definitely these curves!" I said, kissing the upper slopes of
her ass as I felt the firm flesh.

I worked my way up her broad back, kissing as I went, then worked my hands
around to her chest, hefting her heavy breasts.

"Mmm, and these big, wonderful curves," I whispered in her ear, making her
laugh, then slid my hands outward to her arms, running up the bulging limbs.
"God, and these unbelievably beautiful curves!"

I slid my hands up to her shoulders, huge rounded peaks of muscle, then bent
my lips to her shoulder and traced kisses across it. Darla squirmed excitedly
as I fondled her wonderful body.

"I don't know about you, but I see curves everywhere on this fantastic body,"
I said, standing on my tiptoes to kiss the uppermost slope of her prominent
traps.

"And I find every (kiss) last (kiss) one of them (kiss kiss kiss), incredibly,
(kiss), irresistibly, (kiss), sexy."

I was practically climbing up her back as my lips ended up on her tensed neck,
just under her ear, with my final word, and Darla, overcome with passion, spun
around, bumping me with her powerful body and making me stagger back. Before I
could open my mouth, her hands went under my arms and she wrenched my body off
the floor, driving forward until I slammed into the wall with a muffled crash.

I was stunned for a moment, but I barely had time to recover when her lips
pressed urgently into mine. Her breasts crushed heavily into my chest, making
it impossible to breathe, and my legs rose to wrap around her massive thighs.
She eased me higher, settling my body atop her hips as we kissed, and her
hands slid downward, finding mine and slamming them into the wall to either
side of my head.

I was proud of myself. I had lit quite the blazing inferno, just as I hoped I
would. I loved bringing strong, sexy girls out of their uncomfortable
existence. It was one of the highlights of my life. I had met so many, and it
still staggered me that such powerful, beautiful women had so much
self-consciousness about not being little, waify, "normal" girls. As if any
self-respecting guy really was attracted to skin and bones.

My feet dangled above the floor as Darla's mouth attacked mine. Her hands were
so strong, just like the rest of her, and I winced, hoping she didn't see how
much she was crushing my hands in her passion. That would have definitely sent
the wrong message at this crucial time.

It was worth every bit of pain, though. The feeling of her awesome strength
was every bit as good as I had hoped. Better, actually. She was the most
incredible titaness I had ever found, and I sought women like her
relentlessly, constantly. It was the one mad obsession I had had for most of
my life.

I felt incredible pressure as her body pressed harder into me, pushing me
slightly upward as she continued forward, squeezing so tightly against me,
like she was afraid I'd wriggle from her grasp if she didn't hold me tightly.
Her incredible strength and full breasts, far too firm to squash flat against
her chest, slid my weight up the wall without even noticing, until I was so
high our lips were unable to touch. My hips rose off hers slightly and I felt
my body held in the air by her huge breasts and thick, muscular core alone. It
was paradise, the power coursing through every inch of her, holding me like
that without even being aware of her effortless might.

Darla, totally oblivious to my plight, began kissing the underside of my jaw,
running kisses downward as I rose, and finally bent forward to graze her lips
over my nipple, and after a moment of pure bliss, she realized our situation.

I felt her stop and the pressure ease to the point I thought I'd fall. No, not
yet, my mind barked in frustration. I couldn't bear the thought of her putting
me down.

"Oh, Darla, please," I begged, "please don't stop! You wouldn't believe how
turned on I am by your incredible body, and you holding me like this is the
closest thing to Heaven I can imagine. Doesn't it feel good that you can be
who you are with me? That I find you the most attractive woman I have ever
met? It's not in spite of your body, it's because of your body! Your
incredible, big, beautiful body!"

She looked up at my flushed face, the war raging on her pretty face... and
then the dam finally broke.

It was about time!

*************

I used to party hard. In high school and college, one of my favorite pastimes
was to go out and get drunk. Not just tipsy and in a good mood, but
falling-down drunk. I got in plenty of fights due to this, but I also hooked
up with plenty of fine ladies as well. None of them as unbelievable as Darla,
though.

Allow me to introduce myself, my name of Tony, and I suppose I'm what you
might call a redneck. I grew up in the middle of nowhere, about ten miles from
the nearest gas station, but it was hardly a hillbilly, hay-between-your-teeth
existence. It was more of a sheltered childhood full of blissful ignorance. My
little homogeneous community had very little ethnic diversity, consisting of
mostly WASP (White Anglo-Saxon Protestant) individuals, so in that regard I
was a bit of an exotic. I am a third generation Italian, the grandson of
immigrants who made their way through Ellis Island on a journey to my little
burg. So in essence, I was a minority amongst the western and northern
European descendants I lived with.

Instead of being a curiousity and a limitation, it was a point of interest,
and I never had any trouble cashing in on the "Italian Lover" persona made
famous by such greats as Valentino or Brando. Several of those young girls,
eager to test my mettle, went away pretty satisfied, or at least that was the
gossip. I was a good kisser, had a deft touch, and several of the girls
reported (at least from what I heard) that I lived up to the hype.

Life was good.

I did have one little quirk, though, one that followed me through my childhood
and into my adult life, one that made me preoccupied with a specific trait of
the opposite sex, one that Darla filled so nicely. And it started simply
enough with a visit by one of my mom's close friends.

Her name was Georgia, and she was one of those hale and hearty northern
Europeans of Nordic descent. She was fair and tall, and had this wonderful
robust figure, very generous in hip and bust, that made my heart soar as a
little boy. She was my first "girlfriend", which I boisterously proclamined to
any who would listen.

A woman who could not have children, she essentially adopted me and my sister,
but it was me she took a real shine to. I spent a goodly portion of her every
visit on her lap, and the big, solid legs of her Scandinavian heritage were
more inviting to me than any comfortable piece of furniture. I climbed into
her lap as soon as she sat during her visits, and she would cuddle me with a
laugh and a kiss on the head. Reclining on her heavenly body with those legs,
her wondrously full hips and huge cushy breasts as my cushions, was the
highlight of my young life. Far from being embarrassed, Georgia was tickled by
my childish crush, and indulged me as soon as I rushed into her arms, picking
me up and swinging me around above her, telling me how big I'd gotten or
smothering me in her embrace.

But it was one seminal event when I was an early teen that set me on the path
I found myself from that point forward, an event so formative that I have to
relate it to the best of my ability, for it formed the core of my attraction
to women ever since.

It was a snowy evening in November, and my parents had to take my sister to
the emergency room. She was allergic to aspirin, and a visit to the dentist
the day before had caused her to wake up, crying, in a veritable pool of blood
from having had a tooth pulled. The aspirin had thinned her blood so much that
it had never stopped bleeding, and she became dangerously anemic.

In desperation, my mom called Georgia to watch me while my parents rushed off
the the ER. Why she would do that with a boy old enough to be home alone never
occurred for me to think about. I don't think she was thinking straight with
my sister in such bad shape.

Georgia showed up at our doorstep in minutes in a big winter coat and
slippers, and as my parents thanked her and rushed away, she yawned and
stretched as she bid them goodbye. Her coat fell open to reveal a negligee
that haunted my fevered dreams for most of my adolescence. Her curvaceous
figure seemed absolutely gigantic as she towered over my young body, made me
gape in awe as her huge breasts pointed toward the ceiling.

Georgia saw my look and laughed lightly, pulling her coat off.

"What's the matter, sweetie," she said, bending low to peer in my eyes. "Does
it bother you to see your girlfriend in her nightie?"

I shook my head no, wide-eyed. I felt a warmth in the core of my being at
seeing my big girlfriend Georgia like that, so close, so intimate. Her immense
size made me feel so small and I reached for her without thinking.

"Oh, my sweet boy," she cooed as she whisked me off my feet to cradle me in
her arms. "Let's get back to sleep."

That evening will be etched in my mind for eternity.

Georgia didn't think anything of crawling into my little twin bed, taking up
so much space I couldn't help but be pinned between her huge body and the
wall. She gave me a quick peck on the forehead and was asleep no sooner than
it took for her to utter a quick, "good night, sweetie."

I however, was far from tired. I had forgotten all about my poor sister, my
panicked parents, and everything else in the world except the feel of
Georgia's big arm touching me. I was painfully erect, and I could feel the
wetness of pre-cum in my underwear. She was so close, so tantalizingly close,
and the contact of my shoulder and arm with hers was almost painful from the
intensity of the feelings it stirred in me. The room was unlit, but a bright
full moon allowed me to see Georgia's devastating body in great detail as she
slept next to me. The huge breasts that lay heavily on her chest as she
breathed deeply, rising and falling, were the most fascinating sight of my
young life. I ached to reach my hand out, to caress the immense curves of her
body. The tension that made me ache with desire was so intense. I felt ready
to burst at any second.

I had never had a wet dream before. I had several close calls, many of the
times when Georgia had come to visit, but this event, this pivotal moment, was
by far more erotic than anything I had experienced to that date.

Partway into that aching event, Georgia murmured something about her
ex-husband Bill and rolled onto her side, facing me. There was no room in my
bed for me and such a big woman, and the tight confines had her gigantic bosom
land heavily on me. Her left breast practically covered my entire chest, and
her big thick arm draped over me right under my chin.

I was frozen in panic, but so turned on I have no idea how I didn't mess my
pants as soon as her body squashed mine. She was so heavy, and my breaths came
shallowly as I struggled under Georgia's immense weight. There was panic, but
then came an overwhelming sense of calm, of comfort from her weight on me, and
the urge to wriggle out from under her subsided to a sense of utter peace,
warmth, and, in my young head, total love for my childhood paramour.

I felt a different pressure on the side of my chest, a growing hardness that I
knew to be Georgia's hardening nipple digging into me. The squirming I had
done had rubbed her breast enough in her silky nightie to cause the inevitable
response. Her arm shifted and I felt its great weight lessen. After that, I
was in utter bliss as I felt Georgia's body all around me.

The feel of her big fleshy nub against my chest made me reach up and shift her
breast before I knew I was doing it, and I froze midway through moving the
ponderous weight to a more comfortable position. I held the huge mass over my
chest and my arm began to burn from supporting the weight as I lay frozen.

Sudden panic swept through me. I was touching Georgia! I was feeling her giant
breast, and the terror of her waking up to discover me groping her made me
quickly slip my hand away. Her breast landed on me with surprising force and a
heavy thump.

"Mmm, Bill," Georgia said, and added her huge thigh to the weight on me.
"You're naughty."

I looked at her in terror, but her eyes were closed in slumber. The sublime
smile on her plush lips made my heart melt.

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