Nancy
By Little Man
A true but sad story!  Nancy was big, strong, beautiful and a very misunderstood young lady.




Preface

This is a true story about an experience that I had between 
January and April of 1983.  The names have been changed 
to protect the innocent, namely me.  I will call myself John.

There is no exaggeration whatsoever of any descriptions in 
the subsequent paragraphs.  In some instances, I am 
forced to offer the best estimation of relevant details.  There 
is very little dialogue and I will state it to the best of my 
recollection so you get the gist of the scene.  Keep in mind 
that I was not present during all the conversations.  I have 
to state those as repeated to me.  There were however 
several words and phrases that will remain embedded in 
my mind forever.  They will be written verbatim.

The story is about an experience with a woman named 
Nancy and how we met.  Although she seemed normal, 
Nancy had some serious mental disorders.  She was 
blessed with a large body, incredible strength and beauty. 
She frequently used her size and strength as a means to 
commit violent acts against people.  No one really knew 
what triggered her brain.  She would unexpectedly snap in 
and out of various violent and peaceful mental states.

Whether you believe this story or not doesn't really matter.  
At the very least, it will entertain you.  All I know is that 
since that experience, I've been deeply attracted to women 
that are bigger and/or stronger than I am.  To this day, I 
adore and worship them.  My 5'5", 150-pound frame is easy 
for them to handle and manipulate.  They seem to enjoy 
their advantages over my small body.  And so do I.

Little Man, April 1998



Here we go!

I had just started a job with a new employer.  Their 
headquarters was located in a northeastern suburb of 
Boston.  Since the company didn't have a local office in my 
hometown, I would commute back and forth, spending one 
to two weeks at a time there.  The training process lasted 
for just over 4 months.  There were also numerous trips to 
other U.S. cities and several to London and Colchester, 
England.  The rigorous travel and busy work schedule 
meant I lived out of a suitcase for while.

For the most part, my new co-workers greeted me with 
open arms.  Roberta showed the most hospitality towards 
me.  She preferred to be called Bobbi instead of Roberta.  
As the administrative assistant for our department, she was 
responsible for arranging all of our travel and entertainment 
schedules.  Bobbie was 24 years old and single at the time.  
Her extremely efficient organizational skills kept everyone in 
line.  Whenever the guys yelled for help, it was Bobbi to the 
rescue.  She'd straighten out any chaotic office or travel 
dilemma with ease.  "Not like that ya big dumb dumb," she'd 
joke, "like this."  The situation was corrected in no time.

Bobbi was cute.  She stood about 5'7".  I never asked her 
weight.  Judging from her stocky build, I estimated her 
weight to be around 140 to 150 pounds.  She wasn't 
muscular or in perfect shape.  Her keen sense of fashion 
and the clothes she wore complimented and enhanced her 
appearance.  She had a proportional body with light skin 
and freckles.  Her short red hair, sparkling green eyes and 
friendly disposition would quickly capture ones attention 
and heart.  You couldn't help but like her.  She was an 
excellent tour guide and companion.  During the first month 
or so, we went to various dance clubs and restaurants.  She 
also made me appreciate the beauty and rich history of the 
New England area.  It was convenient for her and I to get 
together because she lived a few blocks from my hotel in 
the town of Salem.

One of our outings was especially pleasant.  Early one 
Saturday morning we set out on an adventurous drive and 
ended up in the Cape Cod area.  Along the way, we 
stopped at the various seaports and towns.  The scenery 
was picturesque and truly beautiful.  I highly recommend it.  
When we returned to my hotel, Bobbi and I decided to have 
a quiet dinner and a few drinks.  One thing led to another 
and we ended up in my room.  We made beautiful love until 
our bodies collapsed from exhaustion.  A full day of sun and 
fresh sea air followed by hours of lovemaking took its toll.  
The next morning Bobbi drove home only to return for 
another fun filled evening of dancing and lovemaking.  Our 
beautiful love affair continued for an entire month.

While at work one morning, Bobbi received a phone call 
from a woman named Nancy.  After hanging up the phone 
with Nancy, Bobbi's entire mood changed.  She seemed 
very nervous and concerned.  When I asked about the 
sudden change in her demeanor, she just cried and ran to 
the ladies room.   I caught up with her during our lunch 
break to offer consolation.  She finally calmed down enough 
to explain the predicament she was in.

Nancy was Bobbi's 28-year old stepsister.  She was a 
belligerent woman who always got herself into trouble in 
one way or another.  She had been arrested for assault and 
battery on several occasions.  A psychiatric counselor for 
the State of Massachusetts had arranged for Nancy to live 
in Texas with her biological father.  It was only for a few 
months to keep her away from her foes.  Nancy was now 
on her way back to town.  She had called Bobbi from a New 
York bus station and needed a place to stay.

Bobbi further explained that their mutual mother was larger 
than the average woman.  Nancy's biological father was a 
very big, hotheaded man.  A large mother and a big 
combative father naturally made Nancy a very big, strong 
girl with an attitude.  When they were kids, Nancy would 
always beat the shit out of Bobbi if she didn't do what 
Nancy said.  "She still does," Bobbi added.

I asked Bobbi why she didn't just keep her distance from 
Nancy.  Bobbi's reply was something to the effect of, "I can't 
do that.  She's my sister.  Even though she hurts people 
and we don't have the same father, I still love her.  Besides, 
she'll find me at work or home."

Then I said to Bobbi, "So she's back in town.  How bad can 
it be?  Just do what she tells you.  Maybe she's changed."

My last comment finally made Bobbi laugh out loud.  "No 
Johnny, Nancy hasn't changed.  She never will until she 
meets her match or they put her away for good.  I don't 
want either to happen.  She talked to our mother in Florida 
yesterday.  Mom told her that you and I have been seeing a 
lot of each other.  I guess I shouldn't have told mom about 
you.  Nancy insists on meeting you tonight.  That's what the 
phone call was about."

"So what's so bad about that?" I asked, "The three of us will 
have a few drinks and laughs.  She'll see that I'm decent."

"She doesn't give a shit about decent!" Bobbi screamed. 
"Nancy is very jealous of me because I have my shit 
together and she doesn't.  I also manage to hold on to the 
men I attract and she can't.  They don't want to be around 
her.  I feel really sorry for her sometimes.  She'll try to get 
you for her own.  At the very least, she'll make sure I don't 
have you.  And DON'T encourage her to drink.  First of all, 
she'll drink you under the table or until your broke.  Second, 
she doesn't get drunk.  She gets mean.  I'll suggest going 
out for coffee.  I doubt she'll want to though.  She wants to 
drink and terrorize somebody.  She wants YOU!"  At that 
point I begged Bobbi to arrange a trip for me to anywhere in 
the world.  She smiled reminding me I had training classes 
and meetings the following week.  I was stuck.  The hell 
with it, I figured!  I'll deal with it somehow.

At six o'clock that evening, I waited in the hotel bar for 
Bobbi and Nancy to meet me.  Bobbi had gone to pick her 
up from the bus station.  They were to stop off at Bobbi's 
place so Nancy could drop her things off and freshen up.  I 
was a nervous wreck about meeting Nancy.  From Bobbi's 
description of her, I wasn't sure how to act.  I just sipped my 
drink trying to calm down.  My stomach was in knots.  Just 
as I finished my drink, I saw Bobbi walking into the bar 
alone.  She ran over and sat down next to me at the table 
without giving me our usual greeting kiss.  She told me that 
Nancy had gone to the ladies room and would join us 
shortly.  Bobbi didn't talk much after that.  She just kept her 
eye on the bar entrance door.  I knew right then and there 
that it would a tough evening.

About five minutes had passed when Nancy finally walked 
in.  As she got closer I could see that she was a stunning 
beauty.  She had long, thick and dark hair that flowed down 
to the middle of her back.  The thick, dark, full eyebrows 
and lashes complimented her intense hazel eyes.  Her pale 
skin was a sharp contrast to the dark hair and eyebrows.  I 
could tell she was much taller than Bobbi was.  Nancy's 
bone structure was extremely big.  The body was incredible 
stocky with a lot if meat on it.  She had fairly large breast, 
very wide hips and powerful thunder thighs.  Nancy wore a 
black button down dress that hung to the middle of her 
thighs with lightly tinted nylon stockings.  The short sleeves 
of the dress came just above her elbows to fully expose her 
large forearms.  The heels on her shoes were about 3" to 4" 
high.  With the heels she looked to be well above 6' tall.

I guess the best way to explain Nancy's facial features and 
body structure is as follows.  She had the combined look of 
2 current female body builders, only taller.  Her body 
structure was exactly like that of Tina Lockwood in her early 
training years.  Nancy's face had the hauntingly irresistible 
and seductive look of Athena when she was young.  Every 
feature of both bodybuilders resembles Nancy from head to 
toe except eye color.  Of course these 2 powerhouses 
weren't on the scene back then.  But having now seen their 
pictures, the similarities are uncanny reminders of Nancy.

Anyway, Nancy was now standing next to me.  That's when 
I realized her true size.  It wasn't just her height that made 
her look big, rather the massive size of her body.  This girl 
was huge.  I stood up to shake hands with her.  My hand 
was extended for a few seconds before she finally looked 
down and extended hers out to grab mine.  With her hand 
firmly secured around mine, she gave it a firm and powerful 
grip.  Her hand didn't completely engulf mine.  Nonetheless, 
it was difficult for me to wrap my fingers around her wide, 
thick palm.  She easily controlled the movements our 
handshake as we greeted each other.  Without smiling, her 
eyes were intently fixed on mine penetrating with purpose.

Trying to be a gentleman, I attempted to slide a heavy 
wooden chair over from another table for her to sit down.  
She grabbed it from me with one hand lifting to set it in 
place.  I waited until she was seated before I sat down.  The 
bartender came over and I asked the ladies if they wanted a 
drink.  Nancy ordered Chivas Regal.  Bobbi ordered a glass 
of white wine and I ordered my usual Tanqueray and tonic.  
We remained silent until our drinks arrived.  Fortunately, the 
drinks didn't take very long to come.

When the bartender set Nancy's drink on the table, she 
poured the entire shot down her throat before he could set 
Bobbi's and mine down.  We all stared in awe at Nancy.  
She handed her empty glass to the bartender and told him 
she wanted another one.  This time she wanted it in a tall 
glass.  He informed her that it was 6 shots worth at $2.50 
per shot.  She gave him a nasty look as if to say `I dare you 
to make me repeat it'.  He looked over at me and I nodded.  
As he was walking away she yelled to him, "Make that 2 tall 
glasses!  And spare me the ice this time!"  My God, I 
thought, that's 12 shots without ice.  I knew right then that I 
was in trouble.  My heart pounded heavily because I 
suddenly remembered what Bobbi had told me earlier in the 
day about Nancy's drinking habits.  I was also concerned 
about the fact that Nancy never got drunk, just mean.  
Besides, at $2.50 a shot, the tab instantly climbed over $33.  
That didn't include the drinks Bobbi and I had ordered.  I 
was sure I would end up paying.  Remember folks, $2.50 a 
shot was expensive for 1983.  These days that bar bill 
would easily be over $65.  That's $65 for one round and 
one person only, not for a table full of people!

When the bartender brought the 2 tall glasses of Chivas 
Regal over, he gave me a look of concern.  Nancy 
immediately grabbed a glass out of his hand and guzzled 
half of it down.  "Ahhhh," she said closing her eyes with 
pleasure, "Now that hit the spot!"  Then she proceeded to 
gulp the rest of the glass, pouring the remains in her mouth 
for one big swallow.   She held the empty glass upside 
down against her lips and tilted her head back until the last 
drop made its way down.  Then she purposely licked the 
inside of the glass with her long tongue while staring at the 
bartender to taunt him with her antics.  The rest of our time 
at the hotel bar was spent getting to know each other.  
Meanwhile, Bobbi kept quiet.  I wasn't sure if she was just 
sad or afraid to talk in front of Nancy.

Nancy and I did most of the talking as the time passed and 
whiskey kept flowing down her throat.  Bobbi wasn't kidding 
about Nancy's ability to drink a lot.  I drank in moderation to 
remain sober so I wouldn't say or do something stupid and 
piss her off.  Nancy kept asking a lot of the questions of me.  
I asked her what her height and weight were.  She said she 
was 5'10" without her 4" heels.  At first she was reluctant to 
give her weight.  I took a chance on upsetting her by being 
persistent.  She finally said 220 pounds.  That meant she 
was 5" and 70 powerful looking pounds more than I was 
without her heels.  There was neither fat nor muscle 
definition on any part of her solid and sturdy looking frame.

We started getting hungry and decided to leave.  Bobbi 
recommended a place across town.  I went up to the bar to 
settle our bill.  My jaw dropped when I saw the total.  It was 
$77, 1983 prices.  Bobbi and I only had 2 drinks each.  You 
can figure out how many shots of Chivas Regal that is!  I 
didn't want to use my cash because automated teller 
machines were few and far between back then.  I charged it 
to my hotel room.  Even with all that alcohol in her system, 
Nancy walked and talked as if she had been drinking water 
all along.  We got in my rented car and drove off to the 
restaurant.

The three of us ate and drank some more while we chatted.  
Much to my relief, Nancy drank less this time.  Bobbi told us 
there was a big and popular nightclub next door that had a 
live band playing.  We decided to go there for a while but it 
was full of people.  There was a very long line waiting to get 
inside so we decided to call it a night.  As we walked past 
the crowd, I noticed a poster that read, `Tonight Only', with 
a name and picture of a band that was little known back 
then, Gloria Estefan and Miami Sound Machine.

When we reached the secluded parking lot, we heard a 
man's voice yell out, "HEY BITCH!  WHERE YOU RUNNIN' 
OFF TO?"  We turned to see a very big man racing and 
pointing towards us.  We weren't sure if he was talking to us 
until he came and stood in front of Nancy.  I estimated he 
was about 6'3" and around 250 pounds.  Nancy asked him 
if he was referring to her.  The big man pointed a finger in 
Nancy's face and screamed, "Yeah you!  You fucking bitch!  
You put my brother in the hospital!  He's still in traction 
because of you, you fucking slut!  I'm gonna rip your fucking 
head off and shit down your neck!  Let's see how YOU like 
getting the shit kicked out of you."

It was the first time all evening Nancy laughed out loud.  
She looked at the man and said, "Oh yeah, now I 
remember.  He was the obnoxious asshole that kept 
grabbing my ass and breasts after I warned him not to.  He 
was really stupid.  I see it runs in the family.  Now get your 
ass out of my face before I fuck you up like your brother!"

His face turned red with fury.  As Nancy started turning 
away, he grabbed her shoulder to turn her around and 
cocked his arm back.  His fist landed a blow into her face 
catching her off guard.  The punch was hard enough to 
knock out most people.  All it did to Nancy was turn her 
head and cause her to take a few steps back.  She rubbed 
her lips and cheek with her fingers to see if there was any 
blood.  Much to the man's surprise there wasn't any.  He 
stood there with a puzzled look on his face.  Bobbi quickly 
pulled me by the hand to take cover behind a nearby car.

Nancy now stood directly in front of him.  She said, "I 
warned you!"  She was about to shove him back with open 
palms against his chest when he landed another punch into 
her face immediately followed by another to her stomach.  
These were harder than the first punch.  Once again, the 
hard hits only jolted Nancy's face and torso.  She wasn't 
going to let it happen again.

Nancy grabbed the back of his head pulling his forehead 
against hers and gave him a hard head butt.  His head 
bounced backwards and dazed.  Then she drove her fist 
hard into the man's midsection causing him to double over 
holding his stomach.  We could here the wind being 
knocked out of him.  She put her hands on the back of his 
head to push it down while bringing and driving her knee 
hard into his face.  His body fell sideways to the ground.  
He was trying to get up so Nancy decided to help him.  She 
grabbed him by the lapels of his jacket to raise him to his 
feet.  Wrapping one arm around his chest, she cocked it 
back bringing him to her side and pushed his body 
backward with all her might.  His body was thrown into the 
side of a van.  Before his body could fall to the ground, she 
grabbed his lapels once again and started pounding his 
back into the side of the van with ease.  Bobbi and I could 
see the side panels of the van indent as Nancy's powerful 
arm strength pounded his body into it.  His lungs were 
losing more and more air with every thump of his body.

Pounding his body into the side of the van must have 
caused him to momentarily regain his senses because his 
arms started flailing wildly.  His futile efforts landed a few 
weak punches on Nancy's face, shoulders and arms.  They 
didn't phase her one bit.  She was too pumped up and 
enjoying the beating she was giving him to even notice.

As I was about to witness, the beating hadn't even started 
yet.  Nancy cocked her arm back and drove her big fist into 
his face breaking his nose.  Blood started gushing from his 
nostril.  Nancy punched him again in the side of his face 
knocking him to the ground.  When he was on the ground, 
she kicked him extremely hard in the side of his lower torso.  
He screamed with pain as he rolled over onto his back.

Nancy straddled his body with her legs and pulled his torso 
up to place it between her thighs.  He screamed even 
louder when he felt his torso being squeezed between her 
powerful thighs.  The man pounded on Nancy's big thighs 
and hips in an attempt to break himself free.  He could not.  
Then the man tried to spread her thighs open.  While he 
was attempting to free himself, his fingernail scratched her 
nylon stockings and tore them apart.  Now Nancy was really 
pissed.  She squeezed his torso harder between her thighs 
and proceeded to punch his face with both fists.  His head 
turned from side to side with each strike of her alternating 
fists.  Every once in a while, Nancy would grab his lapels to 
pull and readjust his body in her leg hold, then continue her 
barrage of punches.  I wanted to run over and stop her but 
Bobbi held me back.

Nancy wasn't finished with him yet.  When he was knocked 
out cold, she held his arms out to his sides stretching them 
as far as she could.  Then she began squeezing her thighs 
together harder and harder against the sides of his chest.  
Finally we heard a few muffled crackling sounds coming 
from his chest.  She had broken a few of his ribs.  Letting 
his limp body drop to the ground, she sat on top of him 
straddling his stomach and hips.  Her shins and knees had 
his shoulders and arms plastered against the concrete.  
She grabbed his head with her hands.  Her eyes looked at 
him with a cold blank stare.  I knew what she wanted to do 
so I broke free of Bobbi's hold and ran to stop her.  Running 
towards her I screamed, "Nancy no!  Please don't do it!"  I 
put one of my hands on her broad shoulders and the other 
one on her big arm.  "Nancy," I begged, "Don't!  He's had 
enough.  Please, don't break his neck!  The scum's not 
worth it.  C'mon, please!"  She turned her head to look up at 
me without saying a word.  I knelt down to her eye level and 
pleaded once again, "Nancy, you don't need this.  Please?"

She said, "You're right!  I don't need any more problems.  
That's why I have to make sure he doesn't talk."

Just then the man started moaning.  He had heard what 
Nancy and I had said.  He started pleading with Nancy!  
"Please," he mumbled with a mouth full of blood, "Don't kill 
me.  I won't talk.  I promise.  Please!"

Nancy still had a cold merciless look in her eyes.  She had 
to make sure he wouldn't talk.  If he talked, she'd end up in 
a penitentiary for a long time.  I wasn't sure what to do next.  
All I could do is hope.  Nancy stood up and walked to stand 
at his feet.  She bent down to grab one of his ankles and 
placed one of her big feet on his groin to hold him in place.  
Looking straight into his eyes she warned, "If you so much 
as mention to anyone that you even saw me here tonight I'll 
find you and kill you!  I know who you are, I know where 
you work and where you live.  Your asshole brother was too 
scared to press charges against me just like all the other 
men I've beaten.  I suggest you do the same."  Then she 
grabbed his lower shin with one hand and twisted his ankle 
with her other one dislocating its joint.  She let his leg drop 
to the ground as he screamed in pain.  Walking around to 
his side, she kicked him in the side of the hip as hard as 
she could causing some kind of severe damage.  As he 
was screaming from the pain, she put her foot on his wrist 
and pressed down hard twisting her shoe.  I could here a 
crunching sound so I assumed his hand or wrist bones had 
just been broken.  He screamed louder while she was 
warning him again, "Remember what I told you.  You never 
saw us here!"  Then she turned to me and said, "Let's go!"  
Bobbi and I followed Nancy as she led the way to my car.

As we drove back to the hotel, I couldn't help thinking about 
what had just happened.  My mind kept replaying the 
images of Nancy easily beating a very big man to a pulp.  
She came out of the fight unscathed except for ripped 
nylons.  Nancy had taken some very hard punches in the 
face and gut.  Not only did they not phase her, she laughed 
them off like it was a small child hitting her.  If she could 
easily destroy a huge man as she just demonstrated, then 
what could she do to my little frame?  I remembered how 
good it felt putting my hands on her broad shoulders and 
big arms.  They didn't feel muscular.  They just felt very big 
and powerful.  Those were some of the thoughts racing 
through my mind.

Nancy seemed very irritated by the torn nylons that hung 
from her hips and thighs.  She began ripping them off of her 
wide hips and powerful legs tearing them to shreds.  When 
she was finished, she threw the nylons flying out the 
window.  Now her powerful legs were bare and exposed 
right next to me in the front seat of the car.  The flashing 
illumination of the passing streetlights was the only light 
source there was.  I would turn my head and eyes timing 
them with each flash of light just to get a glimpse.  For the 
first time in my life, a big powerful woman overpowering a 
man turned me on.  I had seen it on TV and in the movies 
several times before but never up close and in person.  I 
was now within a few feet of such a woman.  My desire for 
her to completely control and overpower me was extremely 
strong.  I kept trying to look at her legs as the light shined 
intermittently into the car.  I was afraid she'd catch me 
looking so I stopped after a while.  I think she knew anyway.

Instead of looking, my mind began to create imagines of her 
naked body laying on her back on my hotel bed.  I acted out 
an entire scene in my mind.  I pretended my head was 
between her massive spread legs with my face buried in 
her wet vagina.  I was licking and nibbling away as she 
occasionally used her foot to push the back of my head and 
bury my face deeper.  Just before she was about to cum, 
her hands forced my face hard into her hot box while 
closing her huge thighs to squeeze my head.  I would keep 
repeating this whole scene over and over in my mind with 
more concentration, desire and intensity each time.

My powerful desire and thought must have had some kind 
of telepathic effect on Nancy.  Suddenly her body shuttered, 
she took a few short breaths, then sighed.  Her head turned 
to look right at me.  When I looked back at her, she put her 
hands between her legs and gave me a smirking smile.  
Her hands rubbed the insides of her thighs a few times as 
she crossed her legs one over the other.  With her hands 
trapped, she smiled wide, squeezed her thighs together 
extremely hard and shrugged her shoulders all at the same 
time.  Then she tilted her head back, sighed and relaxed.  
By this time, my penis was rock hard and throbbing.  `OH 
SHIT!' I thought to myself.  `I never meant for these mind 
games to have an effect.  Now I'm in big trouble.  On the 
other hand I may experience immense pleasure like never 
before.'  I hoped it was the latter.

We finally made it to the hotel parking lot.  Nancy and Bobbi 
got out of the car and stood outside talking.  I still had a 
visibly throbbing penis that was bulging in the crotch of my 
pants.  So I sat in the car fumbling with some items in the 
glove compartment.  I wasn't searching for anything in 
particular.  I was just waiting for the throbbing to subside.  
Nancy put her face against the window and told me to get 
out.  Throbbing penis or not, I jumped out and stood there.  
I overheard Bobbi raise her voice at Nancy, "Don't you dare 
do anything to hurt him!  He's too sweet.  Please Nancy, 
don't."  At that point, Nancy looked across the top of the car 
and told me to go into the hotel bar and get her a bottle of 
Chivas Regal.  She told me to wait for her in the lobby.  
Without hesitating, I hunched my back slightly, put my 
hands in my front pant pockets to expand them so the bulge 
wasn't as obvious and walked away gingerly.  I kept looking 
back and saw Nancy trying to give Bobbi a hug.  Bobbi tried 
to resist by pushing and pounding her fists against Nancy's 
shoulders and upper body.  Nancy was very gentle and 
sympathetic now.  She kept holding on to Bobbi until she 
stopped hitting her.  Bobbi finally gave up.  She buried her 
face in Nancy's upper chest, hugging her and crying 
uncontrollably.  Nancy gently tapped on Bobbi's back to 
show her compassion.

I bought the bottle of Chivas and waited for Nancy in the 
lobby.  She came in and told me to press the elevator call 
button.  I asked her where Bobbi was.  "I told her to go 
home," Nancy replied.  When the slow moving elevator 
finally arrived, we stepped into the old clunker and made 
our way up to the eighth floor.  The butterflies in my 
stomach were incredible.  I knew I was in for something.  
After hearing Bobbi say `Don't hurt him', I wasn't sure what 
to expect from Nancy.  I hoped for the best.

Nancy suddenly turned to stand in front of me.  She looked 
down at my concerned face and bent down to kiss me on 
the lips.  As we were kissing, she wrapped her arms around 
my body to pull me against hers.  She lowered an arm to 
put her hand under my derriere.  The other arm wrapped 
around my upper back putting her hand under my armpit.  
Nancy squeezed my body and straightened hers lifting me 
off the floor of the elevator.  She kept squeezing harder 
while engulfing my lips with her own.  I put my hands on her 
arms and shoulders.  They felt incredibly solid and had me 
in a powerful hold.  I desperately needed air but I couldn't 
budge my body from so I tilted my head back to release my 
lips.  I told her I couldn't breath and pleaded with her to put 
me down.  She totally ignored me and squeezed my body 
harder.  The pressure that was being exerted by her arms 
was tremendous.  In my earlier years, I had played many 
rough sports such as football and ice hockey.  On 
numerous occasions I had been at the bottom of a human 
pile with the weight and pressure of several 200-pound plus 
gorillas on top of me.  I had never felt such force on my 
body like Nancy was now exerting.  For the first time in my 
life, I was being squeezed and held off the ground by a 
huge and powerful woman. Never in my life was I more 
scared.  The feeling totally overwhelmed me.

Nancy now started kissing and licking my neck without 
responding to my request.  I pleaded with her again to put 
me down.  This time she stopped, looked at me and asked, 
"Why?  Your dick seems to like it.  Or is it just the bottle of 
booze I feel down there?"

Nancy was right.  I did like it.  In fact, I liked it a lot!  Never 
had my penis felt so hard.  It was so hard that it was well 
past the throbbing phase.  It just stood as stiff and still as 
could be.  The pressure of her squeeze had made me 
forget the cement like posture my penis had taken.  I was 
extremely embarrassed.  The only thing I could say is, "No, 
it's not the bottle," while holding it up to show her.  She told 
me to hand her the bottle of Chivas Regal so I wouldn't 
drop it.  I lowered my hand to my hip and placed it near 
hers.  She rested my ass on her forearm and took the bottle 
from my hand.  She never let up on her powerful squeeze 
hold.  I was still having difficulty breathing.

After what seemed an eternity the elevator finally reached 
the eighth floor.  The total time was only about 30 seconds.  
When the doors slid open, Nancy carried me off and stood 
in the hallway.  She asked me what room I was in.  I 
pointed to the right with my limp arm and said, "840."  She 
easily carried me with both arms down the long hallway as 
if I were a bag of groceries.  Much to my relief, she eased 
the tight squeeze on my body allowing me to breath.

When we got to my door she said, "Open it!"  I frantically 
fumbled through my coat pockets for the key.  Pulling it out 
of my pocket, I reached towards the key slot to unlock the 
door.  My hands were so shaky that I dropped it at Nancy's 
feet.  She stared at me with a disgusted look on her face 
and set me on my feet.  "Pick it up," she commanded while 
pointing to it with the tip of her shoe.  I dropped to my hands 
and knees and put my hand on the key to grab it.  Just as I 
was about to pick it up, Nancy brought her shoe down on 
the back of my hand pressing it hard onto the floor.  The 
pressure of her shoe against my hand was jamming the key 
into my palm.  I let out a loud `Ouch' and looked up at her 
towering body.  Her body looked so big from that 
perspective I couldn't see the walls and ceiling around her.

She kept the foot pressure on my hand and looked down at 
my trembling body with a perplexed look.  Shaking her head 
she asked, "How can a weak little guy like you make Bobbi 
so happy?"  I paused not knowing if I was expected to 
answer.  It didn't take long to find out.  She grit her teeth 
together and raised her voice, "Answer me!"

"I, I, Dih, Dih, Don't know," my bumbling mouth replied.

"Well," she said, "we're gonna find out.  We'll see how 
happy you can make me."

I asked her in a very gentle voice, "Nancy, can you please 
take your foot off of my hand?  It really hurts."

Totally ignoring me, she opened the bottle of Chivas and 
took a hefty swig.  Then while looking at the bottle said, 
"Make me!"

I didn't know what to do.  I certainly wasn't about to do 
anything to get her upset like try to push her foot away.  No, 
that would just piss her off.  I had to do something that 
would both compliment her dominance and set my hand 
free.  So I kissed her foot softly and looked up at her face 
that seemed to tower a mile above me.  She immediately 
removed her foot.  As soon as I picked up the key, I 
transferred it to my other hand and started flexing the 
fingers of my sore hand.  I stood up to wait for her next 
command.  She gulped down some more booze and looked 
at me.  "You're a fast learner, Johnny," she complimented, 
"now give me the key."  I gave her the key and she 
unlocked the door pushing it open.

Nancy motioned with her hand for me to walk in.  She 
followed closing and locking the door.  "Empty your pockets 
and take off all your close," she commanded.  I did as she 
wanted.  Without wasting any time, she grabbed my wallet, 
loose money, and hotel and car keys putting them under 
the mattress.  Then she unplugged all the telephone cords 
and tucked them away with the other items.   She walked 
and stood in front of me, waiting until I was fully undressed.  
When I was finished, Nancy kicked my clothes aside.  My 
penis was still standing at attention.  This caused Nancy to 
laugh.  She told me to undress her.  I started unbuttoning 
her dress from the bottom up.  When the last button was 
undone, I slid the dress over her shoulders and then down 
her arms to hold it up with my hands.  The massive body on 
this woman mesmerized me.  I had never seen such a huge 
body on a woman.  No muscles were visible.  Her body had 
an hourglass shape with solid meat and very little fat.  She 
told me to hang her dress in the closet.  Once again, I 
obeyed without hesitation.  She then told me to remove her 
undergarments.  As soon as I unhooked her bra from the 
front, her breasts pushed their way out of the cups that 
restrained them.  She grabbed the bra from my hand and 
threw it on a chair.  Next, I slid the white silk panties around 
her wide hips and down her massive legs to the feet.  She 
assisted me by lifting her feet up one at a time so I could 
get the panties completely off.  She was still wearing her 
heeled shoes.  I attempted to take one of her shoes off but 
she pushed my hand away with her other foot.

Nancy took me by the hand and sat on the edge of the bed.  
Letting go of my hand, she leaned back on her elbows and 
told me to kneel on the floor in front of her.  "Take my shoes 
off and rub my feet," she commanded.  I wasted no time.  
This was what I had wanted to do since we were in the car.  
I rubbed her big foot for a while before she told me to do the 
same with her other foot.  Next she told me to lick and suck 
them.  She didn't have to tell me twice.  I licked both of her 
feet with a passion while staring at her face and the dark 
hair that covered her luscious looking vagina.  She closed 
her eyes and started to relax.  I got overanxious and licked 
my way up just past her ankles.  She immediately warned 
me to stay below her ankles until she told me otherwise.  I 
heeded the warning.

After about 15 minutes of my tender loving foot care, Nancy 
sat up, pulled me to her body and buried my face between 
her breasts.  She turned my body sideways and closed her 
thighs to completely engulf my torso.  Then with one swift 
move, she squeezed and leaned back lifting me up.  She 
held my body horizontally between her thighs with her legs 
extended high above the bed.  My arms were trapped as 
well.  My legs dangled out from the edge of the bed.  Using 
her arms, she slid her body all the way onto the bed to rest 
her head on the pillow.  Then Nancy started toying with my 
helpless body by swinging her extended legs from side to 
side.  She would bring her thighs within inches of resting on 
the bed, then swing them back the other way.  My body was 
being swung from one edge of the bed to the other.  At first 
it was hard for me to breathe, but I soon became 
acclimated to her warm, smooth and powerful thighs.

Nancy seemed to get bored by the ease in which she could 
handle my body.  So she held her legs extended high then 
bent her knees putting one foot below my knees and the 
other on top of my calves.  She started pushing down on 
my calves bending my knees slightly backwards.  Shaking 
her head she said, "I can snap your legs off at the knees if I 
wanted to.  You're so damn easy to handle."  I pleaded with 
her not to.  The pain in my legs and knees was building.

Nancy turned to lay on the bed sideways resting her head 
on her wrist and open palm.  She held my body securely 
between her thighs for the next 10 minutes.  My face was 
within inches of her breasts but I couldn't do anything about 
it.  All she did the whole time was stare into my eyes.  I was 
afraid to talk.  My penis was still standing rock hard at 
attention about an inch from the back of her powerful 
thighs.  Shit I thought, if it was only a few inches longer, the 
tip of the head would have been rubbing her skin.  The 
slightest touch would have caused an explosion of semen.  
Knowing that, Nancy was careful not to touch it.  That was 
more painful than being squeezed between her thighs.

Nancy calmly reached for her bottle of booze on the 
nightstand.  She guzzled heavily then looked down at me.  
She said, "I have to make sure you won't tell anybody about 
tonight.  I know Bobbi won't.  But you, I'm not sure of.  I 
tucked your money, keys and the phone cords under the 
mattress just in case you get any ideas when I'm asleep.  
You have to move me to get them.  If I so much as see or 
feel your arm reaching for them, I'll tear it off your body."

I shook my head to say no, I won't.  Nancy continued, "I 
have to be sure you won't Johnny, otherwise I could end up 
in jail for a long time."

"I won't say anything to anybody.  I promise you Nancy.  He 
deserved it.  I don't want you in jail either.  I stopped you 
from killing him, remember?" I said reassuringly.

"He was twice your size and you saw what I did to him.  
Just think what I can do to you," Nancy warned, "I'll break 
every bone in your body and cripple it for life." 

"Please Nancy," I pleaded, "please don't do anything.  I 
won't say a thing.  I don't want any trouble."

Then Nancy started squeezing her thighs together hard.  
She kept increasing the pressure to the point that I couldn't 
breathe at all.  My face turned red and eyes puffed up from 
the tremendous pressure.  I couldn't even make any 
sounds.  She on the other hand was casually chugging 
away at her bottle of Chivas.  Fortunately she saw that my 
face and head were about to explode so she eased up the 
pressure.  She offered me a drink when I was able to 
breathe again.  I declined but she persisted.  I took a small 
mouthful and swallowed.  I never liked whiskey so I 
coughed from the burning in my throat.  She had another 
swallow and set the bottle down.

Nancy then curled her thighs to bring my face to hers.  She 
put her hand around the back of my head to hold it.  Her 
lips engulfed mine in a very short but powerful kiss.  Then 
she tilted my head back and said, "That little squeeze was 
just a warning.  That's how hard I was squeezing that guy 
when I was just holding him up with my legs," Nancy said 
proudly proving her power.  "But I like you Johnny," she 
continued, "and so does Bobbi.  You've been nice to us.  
For that reason and the fact that you stopped me from 
killing that asshole is why I won't hurt you.  I was zoned out 
when I was about to break his neck but you shook me out 
of it.  You did it gently.  Otherwise I would have gone off on 
you, too.  You handled it smart.  I need you around me 
more often."  It was an enormous relief to hear Nancy say 
that.  However she warned once again that her attitude 
towards me would quickly change if I told anyone.

Nancy then looked at my penis that was still rock hard and 
said, "Huh, that little guy won't give up."  She then brought 
her fingers near the shaft and started rubbing it gently.  
Within seconds I came in a heap all over the bedspread.  
Nancy was careful not to get any on her hand.  She 
pumped my penis with hard strokes to get all the semen 
out.  Then she opened her thighs and told me to go get a 
wet towel to clean in up.  I rolled off of her thigh and the bed 
to head towards the bathroom.  When I finished cleaning 
the stain, Nancy told me to get back into the same position 
as before.  This time my hands were free to caress her 
beautiful body.  She cuddled my body and told me to get 
some sleep.  I felt content between the security of her 
powerful and massive thighs.  Amazingly, her thigh hold 
was strong enough to keep me in place while still allowing 
me to breathe easily.  Nancy and I fell asleep with my body 
acting as her thigh pillow.

The next morning we awoke to one of the most beautiful 
and warmest March days you could imagine.  It had 
snowed heavily only a few nights before.  Our bodies were 
in the same position as when we had fallen asleep.  The 
only difference being Nancy was laying on her other side 
with one of my hands trapped under her torso.  She had 
turned her body in her sleep and somehow taken mine 
along with it.  This girl was just as strong in her sleep.  I 
gently shook her hip with my free hand to wake her up.  
She opened her eyes to look at me then hugged me closer 
to her body.  My penis exhibited its usual morning stance 
and was pressed between the bed and her thigh.  She 
laughed and purposely wiggled her hips to tease it.  I was 
about to let loose with another explosion of semen when 
she stopped.  She nudged me to get up and get the shower 
started.  Then she lay on her back and spread her thighs so 
I could get up.  I wanted to stick my face into her luscious 
vagina that was spread wide in front of me.  I knew better.

Nancy and I showered together for the next hour.  I happily 
lathered her big body with soap.  I kept rubbing my body on 
her slippery skin.  Seeing I was obviously horny, she 
wrapped one arm around my back and put her other hand 
under my derriere.  Bending down, she kissed me gently on 
the lips and lifted me up.  She closed her legs together 
while pushing up on my rear end.  I opened and wrapped 
my legs around her thighs.  She spread her legs slightly 
capturing my erect penis between her thighs.  Then she 
gently squeezed it adding just enough pressure to cause 
slight resistance and friction.  The feeling was incredibly 
sensual.  She said, "Pump my thighs!"  Who am I to argue 
with a beautiful and powerful lady?  My penis pumped the 
slippery smooth skin between her glorious thighs like a lion 
in heat.  The warm and soft soapy skin of her thighs 
engulfed my entire penis.  I came almost immediately after I 
started pumping.  When I finished dispensing my load, I just 
hung on to her comfortable body for a few minutes.  Nancy 
held on to my body like I was a baby in his mother's arms.

When we finished showering, we dressed to go eat lunch.  
As I was dressing, I noticed some fading and cracking on 
one of Nancy's shoes.  An idea came to mind.  I was going 
to buy her a new pair of shoes.  I wanted it to be a surprise 
so I didn't mention anything to her.  She kept asking where 
we were headed.  Nancy's paranoia was making her mad.  I 
certainly didn't want to feel her wrath so I asked her to trust 
me and reassured her that I wasn't about to do anything 
stupid.  Nancy still wasn't fully convinced.  She reached 
under the mattress for my money, wallet and keys and we 
headed out the door.

We got in my car and drove to a nearby shopping mall.  I 
suggested to Nancy that we eat light because I had a 
special place in mind for a nice, big dinner.  So we ate at a 
fast food restaurant and made our way towards a shoe 
store.  I purposely stopped to admire the shoes in the 
display window.  Nancy's eyes opened wide when she saw 
how beautiful and fashionable they were.

Gazing and dreaming at the shoes Nancy remarked, 
"Those shoes are really beautiful.  I could never afford them 
though.  Bobbi can because she has a nice job that pays 
her well.  She always dresses so nice.  She has her whole 
life together.  I envy her.  No one wants to give me a job 
because of my police record."

I couldn't have asked for a better moment to say, "Why 
don't we go inside so you can try them on?  If you like them, 
you'll have `em.  It's on me."

She looked at me with a puzzled look.  I grabbed her by the 
hand and tugged her body with all my might to move her.  
She didn't make me work very hard at it though.  We went 
in and she started trying the shoes on for size.  It was 
difficult to find shoes big enough to fit her feet, but the sales 
lady searched throughout the store's entire stock to find 
Nancy's size.  Earlier I had noticed a flower shop a few 
doors away from the shoe store.  I had more tricks up my 
sleeve.  I gave Nancy the all the keys, my cash and wallet 
with the exception of one credit card.  I told her to hold them 
as proof that I would be back.  I gave her a kiss on the 
cheek and told her to buy several pairs of shoes.  Just 
before I walked away, I looked her straight in the eyes and 
asked, "Trust me?"  She hesitated, then nodded.  I left the 
shoe store and headed towards the florist.

I came back to the shoe store about 10 minutes later and 
gave Nancy a soft kiss on the lips.  Then I presented her 
with a single unwrapped red rose.  She momentarily forgot 
about the shoes and started to cry.  The sales lady gave 
Nancy a tissue and said, "Wow!  I wish my boyfriend would 
treat me romantic like that.  You're a lucky lady to have 
such a sweet man."  Nancy smiled and thanked the lady.  
We walked out of the store with 5 new pairs of shoes for 
Nancy.  As we made our way through the mall's gallery, I 
noticed a women's casual apparel store so I dragged Nancy 
by the hand into the store and had her shop to her heart's 
desire.  I told her to take her time and that I'd wait while she 
tried her selections on for size.  Before she went into the 
fitting room, Nancy surprised me by handing my keys, 
money and wallet back to me.  I was so flattered by the sign 
of faith she exhibited that I grabbed and kissed her hand.  I 
whispered `Thank You' as she walked off smiling.   When 
she was finished, we lugged all the shopping bags out to 
the car and drove back to the hotel.

We only wanted to drop the shopping bags in the hotel 
room so we didn't spend much time there.  I asked Nancy 
to wear some of her new casual clothes for the rest of the 
day.  Giving a hint, I told her that we were going to go for a 
long drive.  She wore her new jeans, sweatshirt and 
sneakers.  As we were ready to walk out the door, Nancy 
reached for the bottle of Chivas Regal to finish off what little 
there was left.  I put my hand on her big arm to stop her 
saying, "You don't need it Nancy.  Please!  Put it down, 
OK?"

Nancy replied, "I do need it.  I need it everyday."

I responded with, "No, not today.  Please?"  I stood there 
looking helpless yet supportive into her eyes.  She stared at 
me for a while then looked up at the ceiling and started to 
cry.  As the tears rolled down the sides of her face, I 
attempted to take the bottle from her hand while pushing 
her arm down.  My attempts were futile.  Her arm felt like I 
was trying to push down and bend a steel bar and her grip 
on the bottle was as tight as a vice.  I wrapped my arms 
around her upper arms and body hugging her tight.  I 
squeezed as hard as I could to signify that I wasn't going to 
let go of her until she set the bottle down.  It worked!  She 
set the bottle back on the nightstand and reciprocated the 
affection.  She could have easily spread her arms apart and 
thrown me to the floor.  I pulled my body away after a few 
minutes and lead her by the hand out the door.

Nancy and I drove up the northern coast of Massachusetts 
into the state of Maine.  We admired the natural beauty of 
the trees in the lush forests.  The melting snow and icicles 
were hanging from their limbs.  On the way back, we 
stopped in the beautiful seaport of Gloucester, 
Massachusetts to walk along its small charming streets.  
We must have visited every souvenir shop there was.  One 
of the stores was offering whale watching tours so we took 
advantage.  The large boat sailed a few miles from shore to 
an area the tour guide affectionately called `The Whale 
Zone'.  The boat weighed the anchor and we sat watching 
with anticipation.  Several minutes had past when we saw a 
large black hump, then another hovering on the surface of 
the water.  The whales eventually swam and circled near 
the boat a few times.  When Nancy had dominated me the 
previous night, it scared the hell out of me.  The massive 
size of these whales next to the boat scared the shit out of 
me.  Nancy realized how scared I was and started teasing 
me.  She lifted me with a bear hug and pretended to throw 
me overboard.  She yelled to the whales, "Hey whales, are 
ya hungry?  How `bout a little snack?"  I wrapped my arms 
and legs around her and held on for dear life.  She laughed 
and put me down apologizing.  Then she laughed some 
more.

When we came back to shore, we browsed through the gift 
shop for a while.  I bought a small knick-knack that had a 
big whale standing next to a little whale.  Both whales had a 
big grin on their faces displaying big teeth.  The inscription 
read `Our Whales come in all sizes'.  I asked the store clerk 
for a permanent marker and wrote `NANCY' on the white 
belly of the big whale and `JOHNNY' on the little whale.  
Nancy laughed out loud when I gave it her.  She said she 
hadn't laughed that hard in years.  She kissed the little 
`Johnny' whale and cuddled the knick-knack to her chest.

We started getting hungry so we made our way down the 
street to a quaint little seafood restaurant.  The place had a 
pier where the fishing boats would dock to deliver the fresh 
seafood.  This was as fresh as it got.  Nancy and I hand 
picked our lobster and crabs and watched as they were 
cooked to perfection.  We both ordered soft drinks.  I told 
Nancy I was proud of her for not drinking alcohol.  When we 
finished our meal, I got up telling Nancy I'd be back in a few 
moments.  She asked where I was going.  I said I was 
going to the men's room to wash the grease off of my 
hands and walked away.  When I finished washing up, I 
noticed a public telephone inside the restroom near its 
doorway.  I called the hotel to check on some arrangements 
I had made earlier in the day.  While I was on the phone, a 
man walked into the restroom.  Just as he was opening the 
door, I was saying to the hotel clerk, "I want them all waiting 
in my room when we get there.  I don't want her to see 
them in the hallway.  I can't wait to see the look on her 
face."  Then I turned to see Nancy standing outside the 
door.  She had heard those last few sentences.  She waited 
until I hung up the phone and came out.  Her eyes were 
intently focused on me, penetrating deep into my soul.  She 
handed the check to me and walked to stand next to the 
register.  I put enough money on the counter to cover the 
bill and gratuity and turned to look at Nancy.  She grabbed 
my hand gripping it so tight that my hand was practically 
folded over and pulled me out the door.

Nancy pulled me all the way down the crowded street 
towards my car.  I kept repeating to her, "Nancy, its not 
what you think."  I was trying to secure my feet on the 
ground to stop her and talk, but her brute strength would 
cause my feet to slide.  I looked like a stubborn dog that 
refused to walk and was being dragged by a leash.  When 
we reached the car she stood by the driver's side door until 
I opened it.  She got in the car first and slid over dragging 
me in by my wrist.  "Drive," she said in a firm voice.  Once 
again I tried to explain that it wasn't what she thought it 
was.  She abruptly stopped me by yelling, "DRIVE!"  I 
started the car and drove.  We were totally silent when all of 
a sudden something in Nancy's brain snapped.  She started 
punching the dashboard extremely hard with both fists.  It 
started falling apart from the powerful thrusts.  The glove 
compartment door opened slamming her on the knees.  
Nancy got even more upset so she ripped it out with her 
bare hands and threw it out the window.

"WHO THE FUCK DID YOU CALL?" She screamed.

I responded in a calm voice, "The hotel.  I was just checking 
on some arrangements, that's all."

"BULLSHIT!  BULLSHIT!  BULLSHIT," she screamed again 
even louder than before, "YOU WERE CALLING THE 
FUCKING POLICE SO THEY COULD WAIT IN YOUR 
ROOM AND BUST ME FOR LAST NIGHT!"

Once again I kept my cool, "No I wasn't, Nancy.  I really 
wasn't.  Please, you have to trust me."

Then Nancy became even angrier and ripped the headrest 
out from her seat.  She started banging it against the 
window and letting out screams of frustration.  The battered 
headrest material fell apart at the seams.  Nancy finished 
the job by ripping the rest of it to shreds and tossing it out 
the window piece by piece.  She flung the thin metal posts 
that remained out the window so hard it went crashing 
through the front window of a house.

I said, "Nancy, please stop destroying the car.  I have to 
pay for the damages."

"FUCK THE CAR," she yelled, " YOU SHOULD BE 
WORRYING ABOUT YOUR OWN ASS!"  Then she 
grabbed the back of my neck with one hand and held it in a 
powerful vice like grip.  I squirmed from the pain.  With her 
other hand, she repeatedly poked the side of my bicep.  In 
a very calm yet firm voice she warned, "Your neck and arm 
will be in my firm grip when we walk into your hotel room.  If 
I even sense a cop in there I'll snap your neck bone."

"Fine," I said, "If you don't want to go back to the hotel, I'll 
drop you off at Bobbi's place.  But I think you'll find that your 
suspicions and paranoia about me will go away after 
tonight.  I gave you my word that I wouldn't tell anyone.  
Please, you have to trust me.  Now will you please let go of 
my neck?  You're hurting it.  And my arm probably has 
bruises all over it from poking it so hard."

Nancy let go of her firm hold and stared out the window in 
silence for the rest of the ride.  The only sounds were those 
of occasional passing cars and Nancy's silent cry.  The 
silence got me thinking about a pattern in her behavior.  
Nancy's personality would constantly shift from one 
extreme to the other.  Every time she felt threatened or 
betrayed, her brain would snap causing her to become 
angry and commit violent acts.  Whenever someone 
showed any care, concern and affection towards her, she 
was nothing more than an ordinary, sweet and gentle lady 
with a sense of humor.  Some traumatic experience from 
her past must have had an affect on her.  I would find out 
later what it was.  For now, I would have to be more 
conscientious so as not create any doubt or suspicions in 
her mind.  On the contrary, she needed tender loving care.

When we got closer to the hotel, I asked Nancy if she 
wanted to go to Bobbi's place.  She didn't answer.  All I 
could hear was sniffling from her silent cry.  I detoured and 
drove towards Bobbi's place anyway.  I said, "I don't want to 
upset you, Nancy.  If you'll feel better, I'll just drop you off at 
Bobbi's or anywhere you want to go.  I'll bring your new 
clothes and shoes to Bobbi's tomorrow.  OK?"

She looked at me with teary eyes and said, "Go to the hotel.  
If I go down, you go down."  I turned the car around to head 
straight for the hotel.

Just before I pulled into the parking lot, Nancy wrapped her 
fingers around the back of my neck and held it firmly.  As 
soon as I parked the car, Nancy shifted the transmission 
into park, shut off the ignition and put the keys in her 
pocket.  She opened the passenger door and got out, 
pulling me along by the wrist and neck.  When walked into 
the front door, Nancy let go of my wrist and held on to my 
neck in a more casual way.  She didn't want to attract any 
attention.  As we were walking through the lobby, one of the 
female desk clerks that I knew winked at me to signal that 
everything was in place and ready to go.  Nancy saw this 
and tightened her grip a little on my neck.  She remarked, 
"You must have her in on it too.  I'll deal with her puny ass 
later."  I remained silent.  We got into the slow moving 
elevator and made our way up.  The higher we went the 
tighter Nancy gripped my neck.  I was wincing from the 
severe pain but remained silent.

When we reached the eighth floor, Nancy pushed me out of 
the elevator and grabbed my wrist with her free hand.  She 
kept me in front of her as we made our way down the long 
hallway.  Her anxiety was rising higher as we got closer to 
my door.  Once at my door, Nancy told me to open it.  By 
now her grip was so tight on my neck and wrist that I was 
having trouble moving from the cramped nerves.  Nancy 
kept her body to the side of the door using the outer wall as 
a shield.  She told me to push the door completely open.

When the door swung open, Nancy took one look inside 
and immediately let go of my neck and wrist.  She stood in 
shock while gazing at the 2 dozen floral bouquets and 
arrangements that filled room.  I walked in and sat in the big 
chair massaging my sore neck.  She stood in the doorway 
overwhelmed while her glossy eyes panned across the 
flower filled room.  After about five minutes, she finally 
walked in and closed the door.  I said, "This was the 
surprise I had for you.  I tend to get carried away 
sometimes.  I was calling the hotel earlier to make sure they 
were in the room before we came back.  `They' being the 
flowers, not `They' the Police!"  I stood and walked to the 
bed and said, "I've got to lay down, my neck hurts like hell."  
I lay on the bed and used a pillow to prop my neck up.  
Nancy stood next to the flowers, occasionally feeling and 
smelling the petals.  She'd leer at a bouquet while tilting her 
head side to side smiling.  Then she'd move on to admire 
another one beaming with delight.  Not a word was spoken 
for the next hour.

Eventually, Nancy came and sat on the bed next to my 
aching body.  She kept repeating, "Johnny, I'm so sorry."   
She laid down burying her face in a pillow to muffle her 
profuse cry.  She was crying so hard that the entire bed 
shook every time she had an outburst.  I felt sorry for her so 
I put my hand on her back and started rubbing it.

I tried to console her by saying, "Shhh! Its OK, sweetheart."

Nancy finally stopped crying.  Then with her face turned 
away from me she started to tell me the reason for her 
erratic behavior.  "No one in my life has ever done so many 
nice things for me.  You made up for all of it in one day.  
The shoes, the clothes, flowers, a nice time together.  
Thank you for everything.  Ever since I was young I haven't 
been able to trust people.  My psychiatric counselor said it 
was due to my stepfather abusing me when I was a child."

She paused with a lump in her throat then continued, "But 
no one understands why I get so mad all the time, I don't 
even know.  I just black out sometimes.  When I wake up I 
see a mess all around me.  But you understand me, 
Johnny.  You've already done more nice things for me than 
anyone has in my whole life."

(Note to The Reader: This next part plays a significant role 
in how the story ends.  So read it carefully.  Also, this is not 
meant to demean or belittle people in any U.S. State.  I'm 
simply restating what Nancy told me while she was in a 
very distraught mood.)

I asked her, "What is your counselor doing about it?"

"Nothing," Nancy replied.  "He could give a shit what 
happens to me.  All he ever does is collect his paycheck 
and sends me out of state for a while.  He thinks that's the 
cure all for everything.  I beat the shit out of 2 people when I 
was at a local bar in Texas.  They deserved it though, the 
fuckin' hick scumbags.  I out-drank them for money and 
when I won, they called me a slut.  They said, `Hey bitch, 
you ain't gettin' shit from us.  If ya wanna walk ottaa this 
here place alive you bess gives us fellas a BLOWED JOB 
or we gonna fuck you in yo fat ass!'  I told them to learn 
how to talk first then come back and KISS my fat ass.  They 
got mad and pushed me to the floor.  All the other yokels 
gathered around to watch them try to rape me.  That's when 
I totally blacked out.  But when I came out of it, I had fucked 
them up good.  One guy was out cold.  I must have beat up 
a few others too.  There were people rolling around in pain.  
Their friends tried chasing me with pickup trucks and 
shotguns.  I was alone and scared, didn't even know what 
happened.  I ran all the way home through the woods.  
Never did get my money."

Nancy wiped some tears from her eyes and continued, "The 
next day I saw a report on the news about a guy being in a 
coma at the local hospital.  He was the son of some county 
councilman or something like that.  The newsman said, 
according to witnesses, the guy was attacked for no reason 
while relaxing in a bar.  I told my dad and he put me on the 
next bus to Boston.  Dad said those guys around there are 
part of a real tight Good-ol'-Boy network.  They stick 
together no matter what."

"What happened to the guy in the hospital?" I asked.

"I don't know," she said with a concerned voice, " I hope 
he's OK.  I didn't mean to hurt him that bad.  But there were 
so many of them against me.  I just went crazy."

I pressed my body against Nancy's back and gently rubbed 
her head in a petting motion.  After a while she turned to 
face and cuddle me in a most affectionate manner.  Nancy 
was extremely passive and relaxed now.  This naturally big, 
strong and violent beauty held on to me like I was the only 
thing she had left in this world.  I must admit that I felt a 
tremendous urge to take advantage of her vulnerable state 
and have the intense sex I was yearning for.  As hard as my 
penis was, I managed to resist the temptation.  Nancy was 
so at ease in my arms that she cried herself to sleep.

I was awakened the next morning by Nancy's gentle kiss on 
my cheek.  She asked if we could call room service for 
breakfast.  I told her to order whatever she wanted and that 
I wanted lots of coffee.  I had to use the bathroom so Nancy 
waited until I was finished before she went in.  Nancy was 
very hungry so when the food came she ate it very fast.  I 
just sipped my coffee and gazed at her stunning beauty.

When Nancy was finished eating, she took me by the hand 
and walked over to the bed.  We made beautiful love for the 
next few hours.  It was the most intense sex I have ever 
experienced to this day.  We pounded our bodies against 
each other like Sumo wrestlers engaged in battle.  Nancy's 
tremendous weight was crushing me but I didn't mind it one 
bit.  Our exhausted sweaty bodies lay there staring up at 
the ceiling for a while.  I told Nancy I had to prepare some 
things for the coming workweek and had better drive her to 
Bobbi's.  She agreed so we got in the shower to lather our 
bodies clean.  Our soapy skin rubbing against each other 
revitalized our energy so we made love one more time.  
Nancy used her powerful arms to manipulate my body in 
the most sensual manner.  She leaned my body backward 
to straddle it.  Then she lifted the lower half of my body by 
pushing up on my derriere.   Her other hand pressed my 
face was between her breasts while making sure my penis 
stayed inside her.  I was completely off the ground in 
Nancy's big soft arms.  I wrapped my arms behind her back 
and hooked my hands over her shoulders.  Our bodies 
slapped against each other's until we came in unison.

When we finished showering, we dressed and put her 
flowers and new clothes in the car.  I drove her home then 
headed back to the hotel to relax and prepare some 
reports.  I thought about several things.  The fact that she 
had been abused and molested as a child, what those men 
had done to Nancy that triggered her barroom incident, the 
condition of the man in Texas and finally what her father 
had said about the Good-ol'-Boy network.  I believed her.

At work the following Monday, Bobbi would only talk to me 
about work related matters and very sparingly at that.  I told 
her that I appreciated everything she had done for me and 
still liked her very much.  Oh the look of a woman scorned.  
Her stabbing looks cut deep, right through to my soul.  She 
was ripping my heart out with those sharp green eyes of 
hers.  I pleaded with her to understand the dilemma I was in 
with her powerful stepsister.  She didn't respond.  Later in 
the day, she told me she didn't want to interfere with a good 
thing.  That good thing was how happy I was making 
Nancy.  It was something Nancy never had.

Nancy and I got together every night that week for intense 
lovemaking.  The following week I had to go on a trip to 
England.  I left my rental car at the hotel in Massachusetts 
so I asked Bobbi to arrange for a taxi ride from Boston's 
Logan Airport to the hotel.  Much to my surprise, I saw 
Nancy waiting for me outside the Customs security exit.  
She hugged and squeezed me hard while kissing my face 
repeatedly.  Nancy grabbed my garment bag and briefcase 
with one hand and wrapped her other arm around my 
shoulders.  She walked very fast all the way to the parking 
lot.  Handing me the keys to my rental car, she asked me to 
drive.  As soon as I paid the parking fee and drove out of 
the lot, Nancy unzipped my pants and pulled out my firm 
penis engulfing it with her lips and mouth.  I had obviously 
missed her because I came quickly.  She kept licking and 
sucking it all the way to the hotel making me cum again.

Nancy and I couldn't get to my room fast enough.  As soon 
as we were in my room, Nancy threw my bags on the floor 
and ripped my clothes off than her own.  She picked me up 
in a bear hug squeezing the air out of me.  Walking 
backwards to the edge of the bed, she sat, then laid on her 
back with me on top of her.  I licked, sucked and caressed 
my way down her torso then down one leg and up the 
other.  I didn't miss a lick or spot.  I even made sure I licked 
every toe on both feet and the back of her powerful legs.  
Eventually, I ended up between her mighty thighs and 
buried my face in her wet vagina.  She panted heavily and 
pushed on the back of my head with her foot to bury my 
face deeper.  It was just as I had imagined in the car a few 
weeks earlier.  Nancy's body started trembling so she used 
her hands to force my face into her hot box and closed her 
thighs to squeeze and engulf my entire head.  Her powerful 
orgasm drenched my face with her sweet juices.

Then Nancy performed the stunt that was certain to give me 
a cement like hard on.  Her thighs squeezed my body to 
snatch it from the floor and hold it high above the bed.  It 
worked.  Her thighs toyed with my body until I came.  With 
my penis still rock hard, she spread her legs wide to let my 
body drop on top of hers.  She inserted my manhood inside 
of her with her hands.  We pumped vigorously for several 
minutes until we climaxed in unison.  I was exhausted.  My 
body and psyche were still on GMT, 5 hours ahead of 
Eastern Time.  I fell asleep on top of Nancy's body with her 
big arms and legs wrapped securely around me.

The next day we did nothing but eat, make love and shower 
over and over.  Once in a while, we would wrestle.  Nancy 
easily overpowered me every time.  Sometimes she would 
pretend to be hurt or losing.  If I was on top or had her in a 
hold, she would scream, "Oh Nooooo!  He's got me.  Help 
me!  Help me!"  Then she'd simply throw me off of her body 
with a flick of her arm or leg.  I looked like a little toddler 
wrestling with an adult.  Occasionally, she'd stand up with 
me in her arms or clinging to her body and walk around the 
room before letting my body fall to the floor.  Then she'd roll 
on top of me and say, "If you don't give up now, I'll have to 
force you into having sex with me."  Naturally, I'd resisted.  
She'd hold me down to lick, kiss and suck my body into 
submission.  My penis never went limp for the entire day.  
This day be the last time I would ever see Nancy again.

The following Monday, I had to fly to San Francisco for a 
few days.  I didn't have to return to Boston right away so I 
decided to take the opportunity and fly to my hometown.  
There were bills to pay and domestic chores to tend to.  I 
also spent time visiting my family and friends that I hadn't 
seen in over a month.  As a courtesy, I called Nancy as 
soon as I got home to let her know I wouldn't be there that 
weekend.  She said she understood and missed me very 
much.  We chatted for over an hour.  Everything seemed 
fine with her except for the disappointment of not being able 
to get together.  She said, "That's OK Johnny, I can't wait to 
see you though.  You gave me new life and I love you for 
it."  I told her to be good and stay away from the bottle.  She 
was dry for 3 weeks now.  That was tremendous progress 
for her.  I ended our chat by saying, "Love you too 
sweetheart.  I'll see you Monday night."

That Sunday evening I retired early.  I was awakened in the 
middle of the night by a nightmare.  In my dream, Nancy 
was crying out loud while screaming, "NO, NO, PLEASE!  
NOT NOW PLEASE!  I JUST STARTED LIVING, NO 
PLEASE!  JOHNNNNYYYY!  JOHNNNNYYYYYYYYY!"

I sat up in bed sweating profusely.  My entire body was 
shaking with fear.  I couldn't fall back asleep so I called 
Bobbi to see if everything was OK.  It wasn't.  Bobbi told me 
that The Massachusetts State Police along with Texas 
authorities had arrested Nancy for the death of a Texas 
man.  She was being held in a Boston jail cell without bond 
until morning.  The Texas authorities were taking her back 
to Texas first thing in the morning to await trail.

Bobbi said, "It happened a few hours ago.  I really tried to 
stop `em Johnny, I really tried.  They won't even let me see 
her at the station.  You should have seen it Johnny.  There 
must have been 20 cops here.  Her psychiatrist was here 
too.  Nancy just collapsed to the floor crying.  She kept 
screaming your name.  It was the most sincere I've ever 
seen her since we were kids.  She pleaded with them to 
give her another chance.  They just dragged her away."

Then Bobbi said something that made me bust out in tears.  
She said, "The cops saw something in her hand when they 
were dragging her out.  They tried to take it away from her 
but couldn't get her fingers open.  The psychiatrist told the 
cops to stop and asked Nancy what it was.  She stared at 
him with a desperate look on her face and said, `it's all I 
have left.'  She opened her had a little to show him.  
Johnny, it was the knick-knack of the whales you gave her.  
Your names were still on it.  He let her hold on to it.  Please 
get here as soon as you can."

I immediately called every airline in existence to book an 
earlier flight into Boston.  I got there at 8:45 AM.  I was 
about an hour late.  The Texas authorities had Nancy on a 
flight at 7:30 AM.  The first thing I did was get Bobbi then 
headed straight for the psychiatrist's office.  I ripped him a 
new asshole for not doing his job.  I immediately called the 
local officials to see if another state psychiatrist could be 
assigned to Nancy's case.  After several weeks, a female 
psychiatrist was assigned.  She had the experience and 
courage Nancy had longed for from the start.  The local 
Texas authorities wouldn't let anyone talk to Nancy except 
her doctors and attorneys.  Her father managed to see her 
the day before the trail.  After a brief trail the jury found 
Nancy guilty of murder.

The female psychiatrist said, "The number of witnesses for 
the state was overwhelming.  This crime is punishable by 
death in the state of Texas.  The judge could have to 
sentenced Nancy to death.  I managed to scrounge up 
enough evidence to prove that Nancy was emotionally 
unstable.  He gave her a lesser sentence of 40 years in a 
Texas Penitentiary with the possibility of parole in 20.  I'll 
work with her to make sure she gets out."

Then the psychiatrist told me something that surprised me.  
She said, "Johnny, your sworn statement was a key factor 
in sparing Nancy's life.  The way you described your time 
together, the events that triggered Nancy's tirades and how 
gentle she was with you, sealed it.  The judge read your 
statement several times.  He said and I quote, "From the 
medical history of this defendant and a sworn statement 
from a reputable witness, I cannot sentence her to death.  
Anyone who's mental state instantly changes from frolicking 
like a child to committing brutal and uncontrollable acts of 
violence should not be put to death.  That person needs our 
help, not punishment."  End quote.  Nancy told me to tell 
you thanks and that she loves you deeply.  You gave her 
life in more than one way."

I wrote Nancy a few letters that I had Bobbi take with her 
when she visited.  Nancy wrote back.  I was advised by the 
psychiatrist to lay low and let Nancy work things out on her 
own.  I have written Nancy only a few times since.  I left that 
company and moved on to bigger and better things.  I kept 
in touch with Bobbi to see how she and Nancy were doing.  

Bobbi has since married and has three children.  The last 
time I talked to her was 3 years ago.  She told me that 
Nancy was doing much better now with the help of a new 
lady psychiatrist from Texas.  Bobbi said, "There isn't much 
for Nancy to do there.  She asks about you all the time.  
Once in a while they let her play with a computer on the 
Internet.  You should see her body now.  She's been 
working out with weights all this time.  She's slimmed down 
a bit but is much leaner and stronger than she was.  She's 
still as beautiful as ever.  She said she'd like to see you if 
she gets out in a few years.  She's been real good.  I hope 
the parole board lets her out.  I'll tell her you said Hi."


In Conclusion

It took me several years, but I finally managed to muster up 
enough courage to write about this true experience.  The 
ironic thing about it is that I was in a Boston Hotel when I 
started writing it.  And as I write these final words, I am 
once again in the same Boston hotel.  The hotel is only 10 
miles away from where I met Bobbi and Nancy, the place 
where my love for big, strong and beautiful women began.

Every once in a while, I'll sit back and admire pictures of 
Tina Lockwood and Athena.  It's all I have left of you sweet 
Nancy.  I hope to see your lovely smile again real soon.

Be good sweetheart!