Hooking Up with the Ex
by Pac  pac 
John meets up with the woman of his dreams - again


So Billie and I were engaged back in late '98. At the time, I thought she was
the woman of my dreams. She wasn't tall, about 5'5", but she was a solid 230
pounds of boobs, butt and big thighs, just like I like it. She had a little
more around her middle than I would have liked, but with the rest of it, I was
happy to overlook a little flabby middle.

She was divorced from a previous marriage, and had two kids. She got her tubes
tied after figuring two was enough, but never factored cheating husband in on
her future plans. The pregnancies did wonders for her chest, going from a
pre-pregnancy DD cup to a post GG, or so she told me. Other than the huge
boobs and belly from the kids, she was a solid athletic woman ... I wouldn't
be surprised to see someone with her body type (minus the boobs) playing
soccer or softball, and she surprisingly told me that she played basketball
(at 5'5"!) in her high school, even with those big boobs.

Sex was intense and very frequent for the first few years. Coming off a lousy
marriage did great things for her libido, and we went at it like rabbits, two
to three times daily being the norm. I was a happy camper!

But, alas, it was not to be. Because of divorce and custody, we maintained a
long-distance relationship, with about two states separating us. Try as I
might, I couldn't get the lawyers in her little hick town to let her move
across state lines to my city, where I had a lucrative job as a software
designer. The ex was a total deadbeat, but maintained a respectable veneer to
avoid higher child support payments, not that I would have needed that. I took
liberal leaves of absence from work to try to make the relationship last, but
the distance took its toll, and she strayed.

I couldn't deal with the betrayal, and called it quits shortly thereafter, not
without a brief torrid weekend of her begging and pleading that she was sorry
and would make it up to me, accompanied with near-endless sex. I guess I was
feeling that once she strayed, the trust was just gone.

I did still miss those incredible tits and ass, those full firm thighs, and
that beautiful face. We also had fun together, and our personalities matched
pretty well also, both of us being adventurous types, skydiving and spelunking
when the kids were off with dad ... and did I mention the incredible sexual
acrobatics?

One of the things that I continued to miss, long after the breakup and
subsequent marriage to my current ex-, was the way things often played out
sexually. Billie was originally very submissive in our sexual relationship,
but that changed one day when she realized she was the physically stronger
partner. It changed my life, too, mostly for the better ...

During one of our pre-sex intense kissing and groping sessions, I had her
pinned to the wall, my arms to either side of her, her big tits pressed to me.
We were going at it, hot and heavy, and, damnable luck, nature called. I
started to break away, a little more abruptly than she would have liked. She
took her arm off my ass, and strongly yanked me back into her embrace,
surprising (and erotically charging) us both. I mean, she didn't pull with
leverage or like a tug of war, she simply took her solid arm, and muscled me
back to her with that one limb! I was shocked. I knew she was athletic, or at
least had been prior to marriage and children, but this raw natural strength
was something else. What was more, I found myself getting turned on by her
ability to just wrestle me around with one arm, and apparently she did too,
because the tone of our lovemaking changed after that.

Sure, she still fell into the submissive ways she had known her entire sexual
life, but a new desire was awakened with that simple discovery, one that would
come back years later and catch me totally off guard.

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

It had been two months since my divorce. My ex-, Fiona, was very controlling
and toward the end of our marriage, was downright mean. Petty arguments
erupted for no reason, and we finally called it quits after five years. Maybe
she was a rebound from Billie, I don't know, but it was never what you'd call
a joyous marriage.

I moved into my new apartment, loving the high ceilings of the waterfront loft
built in an old warehouse, complete with old cargo elevator right into the
suite. It was huge and fun, just the sort of place to kickstart my dating
life, now that the unpleasantness of divorce lawyers and disposition of
property was done. I just wanted to have fun again ... maybe even find myself
a strong girl like in those Billie days.

My mind wandered as I folded up the last cardboard moving box ... as it had
often in the last several weeks. I had left Billie in a pretty bad place when
I left her. She was reeling from her own divorce at that time, two kids that
had trouble coping with the split, and finances that were nowhere as nice as
mine were, despite a divorce.

I knew I had burned that bridge to cinders, so I settled in to the new place,
focusing on jumping back into the dating scene. It wasn't as easy as I
remembered it. Cellphones were just starting to catch on when I got married,
and now they were so commonplace. I had a hard time dealing with a date
pausing mid-sentence to catch a text, or take a call (I would have considered
that rude, personally), so things moved slowly.

After a few weeks, I decided to take a break and just focus on work ...
writing code had a way of focusing my mind, letting the little hassles wash
away.

I was just finishing up the GUI for a new software package, when my cell
buzzed, telling me I had a text. I had put up a profile on an adult dating
website stating my interests in women, and, surprisingly, talking about how I
admired strong and toned physiques. I left the breast fetish out, since I
didn't think that would get the hits.

As it turns out, asking about strong women in my profile didn't get the hits
either, and the only people who talked to me were dominatrixes who trolled for
clients on the dating sites ... which I definitely wasn't into. I liked the
strong girls who didn't want to trample me or beat me with a whip ... I was
more interested in a woman who I could maybe just tussle on the bed once in a
while.

I opened up my cell, and got a text from an unrecognized number:

555-2121 - Hey, hot stuff. I just looked at your profile on Datefinder, and I
thought you and I would get along famously. How would you like to get together
some time?

I started popping off the tiny buttons on the phone, curiosity piqued. I
hadn't gotten that direct a proposition on the profile at all. I liked direct
women, no games, so I texted back

John - you sound like a woman who knows what she likes. What did you see that
made you text?

555-2121 - I saw your picture first of all, and may I say, I was more than
pleased (that put a smile on my face). I also saw you like athletic, dare I
say, strong women? I think you'll find I definitely fit that bill. I think
I'll fit the bill in some of the other things you put on your profile as well,
John.

John - Do you have a profile of your own?

555-2121 - Sure, sugar. My username is Shortstack. Why don't you take a look?

I walked over to my computer, which was filled with code, and opened up a
browser.

I went to the site, searched for Shortstack, and OH MY GOD, what a body! This
woman was a symphony of muscle ... she definitely looked like she trained for
something, but I couldn't figure out if she was a bodybuilder off-season, or a
powerlifter with greater definition, but the one thing that really caught my
eye was her huge rack! I had seen bodybuilders with big fake boobs, but these
didn't look like that at all.

The picture that had caught my eye (and took my breath away) was of a
mid-sized woman, I would guess in the 5'6" height range, long wavy auburn
hair, medium skin, and muscles popping everywhere. Absolutely huge biceps and
triceps, with great definition and vascularity, exploded from the sleeveless
sundress she wore, and you could see the big pectoral muscles peeking out of
the v-neck of the dress, even with the big boobs that looked squashed into the
top. I swear they looked natural, but how could that be?

Her legs were equally as awesome, huge masses of quads peeked from the hem of
the dress, teasing the eye with temptation of what more glory could be hiding
up there. Her calves were huge as well, and cut, bulging out in the demure
pose that she struck, leaning against a table in what looked like a nice
kitchen.

She entire pose was very breezy, and dare I say, smolderingly sexy. The most
interesting part was that she wore a big sun hat that went with the dress, and
it dipped down to the point where you only saw a luscious ruby red-lipped
smile. The rest of her facial features were obscured by both the hat and the
lovely deep red hair that framed her face, and cascaded down her back.

I was awestruck. Never in my wildest dreams had I thought I would snag a
bodybuilder, but there she was. I read through the profile:

Shortstack

I'm not a tall girl (5'6"), but I make up for it in everything else. I like to
adventure with my man, and let's just say I don't like to say no, nor do I
take no for an answer : )

Interested in meeting nice athletic guys for drinks or dinner, and let's see
where it goes?

There were the other sundry details, but I zeroed in on her height and weight.
250 pounds! At 5'6", that was incredible, and obviously she didn't have an
ounce of fat on her, except strangely her big boobs (the size of which sadly
wasn't listed on the profile).

I hesitated at the face, but from what I saw it was full and womanly, no big
lantern jaw or the drawn look of a bodybuilder who starved themselves for a
competition ... again, I figured she was off-season when the pic was taken.

I was more than eager to meet, and I texted her right back:

John - WOW! We definitely should meet!

555-1212 - Okay, sugar. How close to Market Square are you? We could meet
there ... or you could stop by my place, which is about five blocks from
there?

John - Your place? Aren't you worried about me being some sort of weirdo or
something?

555-1212 - Hahaha ... you did see the pic, right? I'm not worried.

John - Okay, then ... let's get together at your place ... how about tomorrow
at six?

555-1212 - Sounds great, sugar. Bring your appetite. I know I'll have mine ...

My head was spinning. I just saw EXACTLY the type of woman I was hoping to
meet in that picture. Sure I didn't see her face, but with that body, she
could have had a lazy eye and pointed ears and I wouldn't have cared ... that
BODY! Oh my God!

Needless to say, I couldn't think of much else than Shortstack. I looked at
that profile pic constantly ... I even downloaded and stuck it in Photoshop to
see if it had been tweaked. I'm not forensic expert, but it looked totally
legit. Damn, what a body!

Now I'm not the biggest guy around at 5'10" and 170, but I'm not wimp, either.
I go to the gym three times a week, more to maintain than to build mass, and I
run and swim to get my cardio. I figure I can hopefully go toe to toe with
Shortstack, but secretly I was hoping she was a lot stronger than me, like
those days with Billie, where she would pick me up off the ground with her
arms alone ... I got chills just thinking about it.

Calm yourself, John ... keep your eyes above the neckline and focus on getting
to know her. You don't want to spook this lady away by looking like some sex
starved perv (which I was at this point).

After a restless day of waiting, I got ready and hopped in my car to the
address that Shortstack texted me an hour before the date. She also added the
ominous line: don't be late, or I may have to come find you, handsome! >: )
with the devilish little emoticon afterward ... I couldn't wait!

I found her place easily enough, it was a nice high rise right off Market
Square, a good neighborhood, and she must have a few dollars of her own to
live there.

I parked in the building parking garage, the valet telling me that Miss B was
waiting for me. He had the most curious smile on his face, and I couldn't tell
if he seemed like he was squirming or not.

I thanked him, gave him a nice tip and found my way into the elevator,
pressing the button for the 21st floor. I had brought some roses in
anticipation of a nice night of lively conversation, maybe even a little
kissing. I didn't dare to think anything more would come of tonight, and I
certainly wasn't going to press the issue! The arms on that woman dwarfed
mine, and the calm demeanor of her messages gave me the feeling that this was
woman who could take care of herself, or whoever she wanted.

The elevator doors opened, and standing before me in the hallway was a
shocking vision of power and loveliness. And, of course, it was Billie!

She was in a pair of platform heels, so she now topped me by two inches, and
the width of her shoulders and thighs was a good deal more than mine. Her
breasts, which I suspected from the photos were real, were indeed, and if
anything, even fuller than I remember them ... I had no idea how that could
even be possible! They didn't even sag like they used to ... what the fuck?

But it was her huge arms and legs that had me speechless. Her arms must have
taped out at around eighteen inches, maybe even more, and they were not
pumped! Her thighs as well were massive, and I couldn't even guess as to their
awesome girth.

She smiled down at me, a gleam in her eye. "Hi, John ... I heard you were in
the market, so what better place to get together than Market Square?" she gave
a little naughty laugh after she said it, and I suddenly got the feeling that
we weren't going to have that quiet dinner and conversation.

I moved my hand toward the elevator buttons, and her hand shot out, grabbing
my wrist. Her grip was incredibly strong, and I couldn't move my arm and inch
from where she held it.

"Hey, hey ... relax ... I promise I won't bite ... unless you want me to." She
said, her lips forming that sexy smile I saw in her picture.

"Billie ... Oh my ... what the hell happened to you?" I stammered, completely
at a loss for words.

She let out a hearty laugh.

"What indeed, John!" she said, when her laughter subsided. "After you left, I
had some real dark days, but I found out that the free weights you left behind
at my place really calmed me down, so they are my stress relief nowadays ... .
Only now there's a little more weight than you left behind!"

She took my arm and led me down the hallway to the condo at the end of the
hall and pushed the door open, me almost dragging behind. Her walk from
yesteryear was gone, replaced by a very direct, forceful stride that I
struggled to keep up with. I marveled at the muscles the bunched virtually
everywhere on her body as she moved, a symphony of muscular motion ...
Likewise, her tremendous breasts bounced and bobbed in the dress she wore for
the night, a short hemmed sexy red sheath that looked painted on. It had to be
mostly spandex, because any other fabric would have shredded, as monstrously
as her muscles bulged as she walked.

We no sooner got in the door of her place, than she swung me inside, shut the
door and grabbed my arms with her hands, lifting my body with ease to the
height of her face and planting the most passionate kiss I have had in years
on me! I hung there limply in her grasp, feet dangling off the floor, and I
couldn't help but return it. I had been fantasizing about Billie from
yesteryear, and her strength ... This new Billie ... Billie 2.0, was just so
outside the realm of my thoughts, that I was having a hard time thinking of
her as the same person!

We must have kissed like that for a full five minutes, her holding my body off
the ground the entire time! When she finally broke off her kiss, she just held
me there, that strong grasp of her hands on my arms, right at the biceps.

"Oh, John ... I've been waiting for that for a long time," she said, "and I'm
really glad you came tonight. We're going to have a lot of fun."

"Billie, are you not furious at me for the way our engagement ended? Is this
some sort of revenge tactic?" I asked, not sure what I'd do if she actually
said yes.

"Hmmm," she said, and she flexed her awesome biceps, curling my entire body
weight into her, "believe me, John, the thought had crossed my mind ... "
after she said that she relaxed the curl and my body went down to the floor.
She then curled me back up, excruciatingly slowly, a slow smile forming on her
face. She brought my face up to hers, inches away. She look on her face,
though, wasn't angry. It was more earnest than anything else.

"I know I could get back at you. I think I could pretty much do anything to
you I wanted, and you couldn't stand a chance of stopping me, but I don't
think that would be any fun ... I mean, you are more or less the reason I have
this body now, so, in a way, I guess I should be thanking you."

She dropped my body to the ground, intentionally bouncing me off her big
chest, which produced the old exciting feelings in me. I was just amazed that
she could be so big up top, and from the contact I had with it, there was no
surgical enhancement.

"So, what do you think?" she said, a sultry note in her voice.

"They are amazing as ever, Billie," I said, before I realized she meant her
body.

She laughed, her chest shaking. I couldn't help but look at those incredible
boobs, and she of course noticed. She popped her big pecs, alternating one
then the other, and her boobs about bounced right up out of her low-cut dress.
Even more incredibly, they sat high on her chest, and from the pec bounce, I
realized she didn't have on a bra!

"Yeah, I know you always thought so ... but I meant the rest of me," she said

She tensed up her big body, popping her quads, her huge chest, shoulders, and,
spreading her lats, tightened up her arms at her sides. It looked like she
doubled in size.

I involuntarily took a step back, and I saw she recognized the fear in my
eyes, because her own eyes took on a bit of a harder gleam than had been there
before.

"What can I say?" I said, haltingly, "I knew you had huge potential, the way
you outmuscled me back then, but I would have never guessed you could get this
big!"

"You never were stronger than me back then," she said, "and I remember you
worked out every other day!"

She turned her back to me, to show me the rest of her awesome physique. The
first thing I noticed was that her glutes were so incredibly round, but when
she flexed, it was like they were going to jump out and hit me from the five
feet away that I now stood. Her whole back was chiseled like I had never seen,
super defined and bulky, and you could see every muscle group clearly
delineated. Her whole back just rippled with muscle. She bunched her
shoulders, then lats, then shrugged and her whole back popped. She moved down
from there, tightening up her glutes, which swelled up and defined to a crazy
level. She kept going, moving down to her hams, the striations of her muscles
deepening with her flex. Her calves were two huge diamonds that got that big
horseshoe separation in them when she flexed them up.

She looked at me over her shoulder, and apparently was pleased at the look of
awe on my face.

"I didn't think much about it, but I knew I was pretty strong for a girl, even
back when I was young. Well, after we broke up, I was pretty upset. I moped
around for a while, and got pretty heavy. Then I went down in the basement one
day and saw all of those free weights you left behind, and I grabbed them. I
was going to pack them all up and get rid of them, but I started doing some of
the exercises I saw you do when you were here, and it just took off from
there." She said, as she turned back around, emphasizing different parts of
her musculature. First arms, then, shoulders, then a little lean forward and
flexing her pecs ... then standing back up and spreading her lats, which
stretched out like wings under her arms ... I was just blown away. Her build
looked more like one of the huge heavyweight male bodybuilders I had seen on
tv than any of the women ...

"After I started lifting your weights, I got to thinking about us. I had
plenty of time when I was working out. When I realized I was so much stronger
than you, I thought about how much you seemed to enjoy me being stronger, and
thought, maybe I'll see how strong I can get. I didn't think I'd ever see you
again, honestly, but I just wanted to get as strong as I could, thinking maybe
I'd meet someone again who appreciated it," she said, stopping the posing
routine.

The one thing she didn't so when she was showing off was strike a double
biceps pose. I guess she was saving it for last. When she brought up her huge
arms, striking a massive double biceps pose, my mouth went dry. Her arms were
so peaked and defined that if she ever competed, she would have left any
female heavyweight bodybuilder I had ever seen in the dust. She could have
easily gone toe to toe with any of the world class men.

"Would you like to give them a feel, big guy?" she said in a teasing voice.
"Come on, I won't hurt you."

I was torn between this feeling of fear and a raging desire that made me want
to leap right onto her.

I walked toward her and hesitantly raised my hands up to those incredible
arms, running my hands over those peaks, nowhere near able to encompass them
in my hand. I actually took both hands and placed them around her right arm,
trying to touch fingers. Unflexed I might have been within four inches, but
flexed, I could barely cup her bicep with both hands! Her arms must have
gained three inches in size from her simple flex, and she wasn't really even
pumped!

My lips began moving before I could stop them, moving over her arm, planting
kisses on her bicep. She smiled down at me as I worshipped her huge arm.

"These are the most incredible arms I have ever seen, Billie! How did you do
this?" I ran my hands over her huge right arm, and she actually lifted it up
higher, saying, "Why don't you hold on to it and go for a little ride?"

I brought my legs up, and was amazed that her arm didn't dip! She had a smug
smile on her face as she raised her arm upward to the point where I couldn't
hold on to her bulging bicep any longer and dropped down to the ground.

"Here, do it this way," she said, straightening her arm and holding it out to
the side. She now held out her hand, palm up, with her arm at full extension
at about the height of my neck. I think she wanted me to ... no way!

"You mean you want me to hold onto your hand?" I asked, incredulous.

"Yep. Prepare to be amazed! Then we can sit down and ... talk," she said, her
emphasis on the word 'talk' making me a bit nervous.

I took hold of her hand with both of mine, and her hand closed over them with
frightening force. Her grip was firm and a little painful, but I wasn't sure
if she was intentionally squeezing hard. I suspected she was capable of a lot
more than that if she had wanted.

Billie began raising her arm, her shoulder and bicep swelling to massive
proportions.

"This is the part where you resist," she said, looking down at me.

I pulled back against her arm, feeling it moving it further and further toward
a fully flexed position. I actually leaned back from her arm and put my entire
body into it, but it didn't make any difference. She moved her arm cleanly, no
sign of shaking or struggle, into a full flex, my hands still captured inside
hers, my feet actually sliding across the floor as I braced with all my
strength.

I was a little off balance from that, but that changed quickly, as she went
from bicep flex to raising her arm upward, taking my body off the floor and
hanging it off her single arm! Oh my God ... she just push pressed 170 pounds
with one arm and it was smooth as silk!

"That's ... . that's not possible!" I breathed, shocked!

"Why not? Don't you remember how easily I could muscle you around way back
when we were engaged, even when I was that fat disgusting blob?" She said,
looking slightly down at me, since my arms were longer. My feet were about
three inches off the ground, but she held her arm upward proudly, very little
sign of effort on her face, her arm a pillar of muscle.

She opened her hand and I dropped down again. I had barely touched the floor
when she brought her right arm down swiftly, grabbing my shirt tightly in her
grasp and heaving my body upward at full extension, as smoothly as the first
time.

"Really, John, this isn't much of a struggle," she said, breezily, "I pretty
much train with your body in mind when I do these lifts, so I pretty much can
do anything to you. Honestly I figured you would be up a little heavier than
170 ... so I've been lifting with stuff like this in mind at 200 pounds for
reps."

And to demonstrate, she tightened her grip on my shirt, lowered me back down,
and thrust me back upward with the same lack of strain. It was still smooth
motion, her bicep tightening in concert with her shoulder and pec to raise my
body in front of her, then her bicep and triceps to give that last push to
full extension. I have never seen anything like this in my life ... I thought
about the powerlifter videos I had seen on the online video sites, and I never
saw anyone, man or woman, do lifts like this at this weight with so little
strain.

I was flabbergasted! I was being tossed around like a six year old, and I
weighed 170 pounds? How strong was this woman?

She looked down and noticed that I was straining the front of my pants. She
looked back up at my eyes and gave me a wicked grin.

"I think you like what you see," she said, her other hand moving to my crotch.

"H-how many reps are you doing with 30 pounds more than my body weight?" I
asked, voice shaky. I was still worried she was going to tear me limb from
limb.

"Lots," she said with that same smile, and she showed me that it would truly
take many lifts like this to fatigue her, as she had lifted my body about ten
times at this point.

"I have an idea," she said, "I know I can lift you up like this like you weigh
nothing, but maybe you can give me a little workout. Why don't you struggle
against me while you are up there, and you can help my stabilizer muscles?
It's tough to get that kind of training out of free weights, and it's not like
they make 200 pound shake weights ... let me switch arms."

She set me back down ... slowly, grinning as she did it, and grabbed the same
spot on my shirt with her left arm. Up again I went, no struggle on her face
again, just a serene, knowing smile.

"Okay, shake around ... try to get down," she said, bracing up her big body
against my oncoming motions.

I went along with it, grabbing her wrist, and trying to push my body away from
her grip. I could feel the fabric of my shirt starting to fail, but her grip
and her muscles were not. They just held steady, while I squirmed and shook my
body, straining to get free.

"Oh, come on, you can do better than that ... REALLY struggle!" she said, and
she gave me a little shake of her own, her huge shoulder and bicep flaring
even bigger as she did so.

I really got into it, pushing and pulling, shaking my body around with a lot
of force, and her arm did move ... it just didn't dip! She stood there, like
some sort of superheroine, holding me high above her head, smiling, knowing I
was too weak to do anything against her incredible strength. She had to be
five times my strength, I thought as I hung there.

After about five minutes of this, she was starting to show some signs of
fatigue, and she lowered me down. I think I was more worn out than she was
from struggling against her incredible arm!

"Wow ... that is a good workout. Maybe I can rotate you into my routine," she
laughed.

She repeated the same maneuver with her right arm, and I proceeded to struggle
against that one also, with the same success.

"Oh, come one ... like THIS!" she said, and she started shaking me to the
point where I thought my eyes were going to pop out of their sockets. I
grabbed her wrist, just trying to keep her fist from pounding against my
chest, where it was starting to hurt!

My body weight was never enough to defeat her gigantic muscles, but my shirt I
did defeat, and it ripped, sending me falling to the ground in a sort of
lateral spin as it more of less unraveled around my chest. Billie's other arm
shot out and stopped me in mid-fall, her hand clamping on my neck. I tensed up
my neck as quickly as possible, so she didn't break anything, but it was like
sticking my neck in a vise.

"Whoa! Sorry, John! I guess we need sturdier clothes for this type of stuff."
She said as she set me gently on my feet.

My neck was sore from her grip, and she could see that.

"Oh, I didn't mean to do that," she said, turning me around and rubbing my
neck and shoulders, pulling me back into her big tits.

"Here, let me get that," she said in my ear, and her strong fingers worked
into my neck, her slightly sweaty hands on my shoulders feeling incredible.

She rubbed my shoulders and neck, and then started working down my body, her
strong hands kneading my weaker body like dough, until she finally worked her
way to my pants.

"What do you think, do you want me to keep going?" she asked.

"Yes, please!" I moaned, incredibly turned on and relaxed now.

"I suppose I could, but you're going to have to do something for me, too," she
said, "because I want to keep going with my little John workout."

She worked her hands around to the sides of my pants, a navy blue pair of
chinos, and tightened her grip around the belt, raising my body up in her
super grip.

She again picked me up to full extension, and I was thankful that the ceilings
in her condo were nice and high; otherwise I could have gotten a concussion,
as quickly as I shot up.

My hands went down to her hands and covered them, more out of surprise than
any attempt to dislodge them, which I knew would be a futile effort.

"I always loved your cute butt," she said, nuzzling against my ass with her
face, me still suspended in her incredible grip. I reached my hands down,
running them over her forearms, feeling her incredible hardness and power,
then down to her biceps and triceps, marveling at their size and hardness as
well.

She played a little longer, giving my ass little bites, and then just spread
her arms apart with amazing power and ripped my pants in two, sending the
pieces in either direction as I dropped suddenly.

I barely was able to gather my wits in time to drop down and brace myself,
landing hard on my feet.

She gave a little laugh as she scooped me into her arms, cradling me like a
baby.

"Let's cut to the chase, baby. I want you, and I know you want me," she said,
her hand sliding over my legs to cup my package. I was now being held in her
right arm, hard as a rock against my back, palm cupping my ass. She started
fondling my cock through my boxer briefs for a few minutes, then grabbed the
waist band, and ripped them off as well.

She then got back to playing with my cock and balls with her strong hand, and
squeezed me into her big chest as she kissed me, her tongue darting into my
mouth.

I was already turned on as hell, and now her impromptu hand job was having the
intended effect, my slightly erect member rising to its full size.

"Mmmm ... I missed you, buddy," she said, sliding her hand up my length.

She started walking with me in her arm across the big living room of her
condo, through a doorway and into her bedroom. She played with my dick a
little more, kissing me, then put both arms on me and launched me across the
room and onto the bed. I must have sailed about ten feet from the doorway,
arcing up, and bouncing heavily on her king-sized bed, crashing into the mass
of pillows piled up against the headboard. The bed recoiled and the headboard
hit against the wall with a loud bang.

I was definitely not ready for that, but I was starting to see the new, more
aggressive Billie in a whole new light. This was a woman who knew what she
wanted, and she was going to TAKE it.

She started slowly approaching the bed, the tight red dress accentuating every
amazing curve, every rock hard muscle. She stopped at the foot of the bed, and
peeled it down to reveal her tightly muscled torso, six pack rippling with
power as she curled down to work the dress over her massive thighs.

Her fully nude body was like some sort of anatomical drawing of musculature
... every group clearly defined and bulging with near-superhuman strength. She
stretched up to her full height, throwing her big arms up and placing her
hands behind her head. Her huge tits bounced around with the tightening of her
pecs, and I was just mesmerized at their movement.

They were the same big boobs, but they were firmer, sitting higher on her
chest than they used to. Of course she didn't have those massive pecs then,
either.

She looked at me with a smoldering look and bounced her pecs again, setting
her huge boobs bouncing and shaking like mad. My jaw literally dropped, which
gave her a good laugh.

"I see the girls still have their power over you," she said, "and now the rest
of me does, too. You are MINE, little John! You can try to stop me if you
want, but you know it and I know it."

I knew it, all right ... what the hell could I do, even if I had wanted to?
This woman could hang me off her arm like a light summer windbreaker, using
about as much effort to keep me up.

"There is no way you can resist this body ... but I don't think you really
want to," she said, flexing every incredible muscle, hands still behind her
head. She rotated her torso a little, isolating all of her abs and obliques,
each one popping out in stark relief as she flexed it.

"I'm not going anywhere, Billie," I said, "I was hooked the minute I saw your
picture."

"Good answer," she said, "and maybe you'll get a nice reward for being such a
good boy."

She slipped off her heels, and started crawling her way up the bed to me. I
lay back against the big pile of pillows, anticipating the coming storm.

She worked her way up my body, planting little kisses, until she got to my
hips, which she straddled with her big hips, thighs to either side of mine,
her round tight ass resting on my cock. It lay flat against my belly, squashed
under Billie's great weight, buried between her super firm ass cheeks. She
squeezed them lightly, my cock pressed between them ... such an awesome
feeling!

"I want you to worship my body, John. I want to feel your lips on every
muscle, on my tits, and I want to feel how small and weak you are compared to
me ... how you stand no chance against my power," she said, squeezing my body
between her thighs to the point of tears.

I raised up and faced her incredible body, her huge tits right before my eyes.
She brought up her huge arms and bounced her pecs, making them jump up and
slap against me, practically knocking me back onto the bed. She laughed at
this.

"Hehe ... even my tits are stronger than you," she laughed, bouncing them into
my face again. They were so heavy they hit like two fleshy boxing gloves, only
about twice as big. Her big nipples were pointed skyward, stimulated by her
domination of me. They were big and thick, just like I remembered, and I was
practically salivating with the anticipation of putting them in my mouth.

"What are you waiting for, grab on," she said, shoving her huge left tit at my
face. I grabbed on with both hands, unable to encompass it, locking my lips
onto the big nipple. She moaned and bounced her pec some more, practically
jerking the nipple out of my mouth. I gripped tighter and she continued to
flex, bouncing my head around as I held on for dear life. I felt like I was
being tossed around on a stormy sea, my head bobbing in time with her bouncing
tits. They slapped heavily against my face and chest.

She got an evil look in her eye (I'm surprised I saw her eyes at all,
considering what I was doing), and she pulled back out of my reach.

"I wonder how hard I could bop you with one of these big girls?" she said, and
swung her torso, launching her big left tit, the one I had been enjoying so
much mere seconds before at my head.

It hit me full force, squashing around my face, and launched me back into the
bed. I definitely saw stars. Thankfully it was soft enough that the impact
didn't knock me cold, but it did plant me firmly into the mattress. I could
hear Billie laughing as I came up out of my semi-conscious haze.

"They really pack some punch now, don't they?" she chuckled as she pushed it
toward me again, this time with the intent of me latching back on.

Instead, she leaned forward, taking my wrists in her hands, and easily pushed
me back down onto the bed, moving her legs out so that her body was lying
prone on mine. She slid up my body until her big boobs were dangling over my
face. I felt her legs lift up into a pushup position, then she started to
lower her boobs onto my face, first one, then the other, doing a sort of sexy
pushup set.

She was really dropping down, too, so that each big boob fully engulfed my
face, cutting off my air. She teased me a little, lowering down and smothering
me with one, until she felt me struggle, then rising back up. Even at her
arm's full extension, her boobs were still in contact with my face, just not
pressing into me. She would slide them over my face, until her big nipple
found its way to my lips.

She did that for a few minutes, until she got another idea. She took one hand
off my wrist, slid her other hand until it was centered over my head, then
grabbed the back of my head with the other. Then she pulled my face up into
her tits, alternating left and right, sliding my face over their massive
curves, stopping for a second when my face was nestled in between, then moving
on to the next.

I moved my arm up, sliding it over her huge arm above my head, feeling the
rock hard muscles, then sliding it up over her shoulders and down her side
until my hand slid up over the big bulging glute, hard as steel. She felt my
hand there and flexed it up still harder, my hand rising up a few inches as
she tightened it up.

I could hear her moans, muffled somewhat by the giant tits in my face, and I
knew her dominating me was getting her wet. I decided to check that out and
slid my hand around to her pussy, sliding my hands between her huge thighs and
working my way into her puffy lips. Yeah, she was definitely enjoying this.

Suddenly, she dropped her big body down on me, trapping my hand between her
legs, and she took her other hand off my wrist, bringing it to my head and
holding my face between her big boobs. She started squeezing her tits in
between her arms, and they squashed all around my head, completely cutting off
my air. I think she wanted me to struggle, so I started pushing back up
against her, feeling her rock hard body not even tensing against my pushes. I
was finally able to pull my other arm loose from between her legs and out from
under our bodies, and tried to push up against her big shoulders, but her
mighty arms were holding her firmly in place. I wasn't going to move her with
anything short of a car jack.

I started getting light headed, and my struggles intensified, to no avail. I
was just about to black out, when she lifted herself up and her boobs lifted
up from their crushing embrace. They were still in contact with my face, just
not pressing down. God, she was so big!

"Okay, this time, I'll give you a handicap ... I'll just use one arm to squish
your head in there. Let's see if you can get me off this time," she laughed,
putting her other hand behind her back.

"Billie, maybe you-" I started, then was abruptly cut off by her huge tits
dropping back down, her hand going around my head and shoving it in her
cleavage again. I pushed against her big shoulders again with all of my might,
but no dice. Again, I got light headed after her holding me in there, and then
she released me.

"Hmmm ... I'm trying to figure out how to give you a fighting chance. I'm just
so much stronger than you, it's going to make it tough. Let's try this," she
said, rolling us over, so I was lying on top of her, my face still between her
huge tits. Those big monsters sloped off a little to the sides, but her
massive pecs were keeping most of that huge mass right on her chest, and there
was still enough up there for me to get my whole face in there.

"Okay, I can't think of anything else, so let's try this," she said, and
pressed my face back in with only one finger on the back of my head.

The amount of pressure she was able to exert with one finger absolutely
terrified me, because I was almost afraid she was going to shove her finger
right through my skull. I put my hands on her shoulders again and tried like
hell to press up out of her boobs, but even against one freaking finger I
wasn't able to do it. My arms shook with the exertion, and I could hear her
laughing, muffled as it was by all the titflesh around my face.

"Damn, John, are you serious? One of my fingers is stronger than both of your
arms?" she seemed shocked. "I knew I was strong, but DAMN!"

She let me go, and I lifted up, gasping for air. She looked down at me with
mock disdain.

"Do you need some help up, baby?" she asked, and grabbed my shoulders with her
arms. She then lifted my upper body off her with zero effort.

"Wow, my poor little weak baby, I really am so much stronger than you, aren't
I?" she said, sliding my body up and letting my chest rest on her boobs. "Let
me try something."

Once I was lying comfortably on her boobs, she put her arms against the sides
of those big things, and pushed them together. I could feel my body rise up as
she smooshed her boobs together, until I couldn't feel my stomach touching
hers. She laughed and did it a couple more times, my body rising and falling.

Then she grabbed my hips in her crushing grip, lifting my entire body off of
her. My cock pointed downward toward her, and she looked down between us.

"Well, I was a bit worried about this stuff turning you off, but I guess I
didn't need to," she said, still holding me off her. "Let's see what we can do
with you down there, little John."

She maneuvered me until my throbbing member was pointing straight at her big
puffy pussy lips, then lowered me down, impaling herself with my cock. She was
so wet I slid right in.

She then lifted and lowered my body into her, moaning and rocking her hips up
against mine, using me as her own personal dildo. Her massive arms and pec
flared up to incredible proportions, her boobs bouncing in time with her pec
flexes, rolling heavily on her chest. I put my hands on those huge globes,
pulling one up to my mouth, and sucking on the nipple with all of my might.
This brought a new wave of thrusting, her lifting and lowering speeding up as
she built her climax.

She held me in her steely grip for several minutes, moving with increasing
speed, until she came and pushed up so hard that I actually left her grasp and
flew up about three feet. I crashed down onto her hard, my cock bending as it
bounced off her chiseled abs (which hurt like hell). I feel like I hit a brick
wall, that's how hard her body had become. She was still writhing in the
throes of her orgasm, and I don't even think she felt me when I hit her. I
rolled around on her big body as she squirmed in the final few seconds of
coming, and then she opened her lovely green eyes and smiled at me.

"I really think I'm gong to like playing with your little body," she said, as
she took hold of my hips again and slid my cock back into her.

She rolled me over again, holding my wrists in her hands, and rode me hard,
slamming her hips down into me, stopping occasionally to milk the hell out of
my cock with her pussy, undulating her hips against mine. I guess it wasn't
surprising that her pussy was just as strong as the rest of her.

She kept up the hard pace, pounding my poor body against her rock hard
physique, batting my head with her boobs, which she pushed up into my face.
The nipple of her right breast popped into view next to my cheek, and I moved
my head to it, giving it a good bite. She jerked her shoulders hard and
smacked me in the head with it.

"You better be gentle if you don't want me to knock you out with that thing,"
she said, then moved her boobs over again so her nipple was next to my mouth.

"Try that again, stud, and this time no biting," she said. I took it into my
mouth, face still stinging from the titslap, and suckled it hard, but taking
great care not to bite down.

After a few more minutes of her pounding, she could feel me starting to weaken
against her.

"Hey, you're not giving up on me, are you stud?" she asked, sliding off me.
"Here, let me show you how nice I can be, baby. No more rough stuff. Come
here, baby."

I staggered to my feet near where she now stood, her body simply massive from
the workout she was giving herself. Her arms were now fully pumped, huge veins
running up over her gigantic peaked biceps. Her chest was heaving with her
exertion, but she didn't look tired.

She pushed my worn out body against the wall and pushed hard into me, pressing
me into the wall. She slid her hands down to my ass, spread her legs apart
enough to get me between them, and looked at me with a sexy smile.

"Lift your legs up, baby. I'll do all the work," she said.

I pulled up my legs, and she held my body weight in her palms. She then
maneuvered me between her legs, and lifted my ass up to her waiting pussy, my
cock stabbing into her wet slit.

She then lifted my body up into her, pushing tightly on my ass, then back
down. Up and down, again and again, her pussy muscles squeezing my cock almost
to the point of pain. I had never had such a tight fuck, and here she was,
legs spread, lifting me into her snatch.

She got a mean smile on her face, and, at the apex of her lift, tightened hard
on my dick, then pulled her hands away!

I felt the intense pressure on my cock at it was the only thing holding me up,
and let out a yelp. She put her hands back under me and chuckled.

"I was wondering if I could do that," she said, with that evil grin, "and I
guess the answer is yes. I'm guessing you don't like it too much. Be a good
boy, and I won't do it any more."

"Yes, maam," I said, about ready to pass out from exhaustion, and she was the
one doing all the work!

"Alright, enough playing around. Let's see if we can't finish you off," she
said, and renewed her slamming me into her pussy. Her arms moved like pistons,
lifting and lowering me with amazing speed, drilling me faster and faster into
her until I started shaking with the beginning of a climax.

I was astounded when I felt her pop me out of her slit, and quickly lift my
entire body up to her mouth, where she took my now spasming cock in, gulping
down my load, holding my shaking body five feet off the ground in her
impossibly strong arms. She did it so quickly I thought I was going to get
whiplash from the jerking motion.

She worked me in and out of her mouth, her massive arms pumping my whole body
into her face, gulping down my come, making little noises as she did it. I
looked down at this superpowered woman, completely amazed at her mighty limbs,
experiencing one of the most earth-shattering orgasms of my life. Our old
lovemaking sessions were nothing like this!

As I finally spent my load, I started slumping forward, and she lowered me
slowly back down, sliding me over her huge boobs, until I was able to wrap my
arms around her neck.

She then laid us both on the bed, tucking me into the crook of her arm.

"How was that, my wimpy little lover?" she cooed in my ear, as I struggled to
catch my breath.

"It was fucking amazing, Billie!" I gasped, "but I think if you keep that up,
you're going to kill me!"

"Then we better step up your workout regimen, John, because you have a LOT
more of that in store!" she said, tightening her arms around me and pulling me
into a hug that took my breath away.

"You are mine!"