Road Trip ? A Stats Side-story
Greg and Anna take a cross-country trip; Anna gets them out of some sticky situations
by Pac  pac  ? edited by mclred1111


Chapter One

Greg and Anna were almost on their way! It was their first real unsupervised
trip together. They had talked about a trip since Anna's graduation, and it
was finally happening. Anna's parent's bought a big conversion van, and it was
practically a camper. It had a table in the back that folded down flat with
the benches on either side to make a bed (Anna would have trouble cramming her
big body onto it, but that should make it all the more cozy), and even a
little refrigerator!

The young couple bought a camping stove that used propane and loaded the van
up with food for their trek west. They didn't have concrete plans for their
entire trip, but had plotted out a rough course to Yellowstone National Park
for camping and hiking that would allow them to see some of the sights on
their way from Pennsylvania.

They were just finishing the last of the packing when Greg paused as he put
the sleeping bags in the back of the van. He looked over his neat, tidy
packing job, as meticulously organized as everything else in his life. He
wondered about the wisdom of leaving anything to chance on this trip.

Normally Greg would have planned every mile of road they traveled, but he
acceded to Anna's wishes for spontaneity.

He began closing the doors when two large arms stretched over his shoulders on
either side of his head and held them in place. "I can't believe we're not
planning the rest of our route from the Grand Canyon," he said, leaning his
head back to rest on the big body behind him. "I don't know how you talked me
into this, beautiful."

The doors opened to either side of him and he felt the big breasts of his
girlfriend push into his neck. Anna's nine inch height advantage was readily
apparent.

"The fact that I held your head between my boobs until you ran out of air had
nothing to do with it, right?" Anna said down to him, and he could hear rather
than see her big smile.

She let him pull away to face her, his eyes alight with excitement at the
mention of her amazing assets.

"It must have been my powers of persuasion, then," she said, squeezing her big
breasts between her bulging biceps.

Greg reached out to his wondrous girlfriend (God, he couldn't get over the
sound of that!) and put his little hands on her huge arms. He spanned her
biceps as far as he could with his fingers stretched wide. His hands looked so
small on them.

"These are definitely the 'Powers'," he said, and moved his hands over to her
breasts, his hands looking practically microscopic on them compared to her
biceps, "and these would be the 'Persuasion'!"

What a difference a few months make! Not even half a year ago, Greg was
hopelessly in love with Anna from afar, putting her on such a pedestal that
she seemed totally unattainable. Unbeknownst to him, his genuinely warm and
friendly personality, and his shy charm had attracted Anna to him as well.
That fateful night when Anna had taken charge and reeled him in, using all of
her considerable charms to get him to open up, still had him pinching himself.
He would never have guessed that not even six months later, he would go from
too terrified to even speak to Anna, to so boldly fondling her amazing assets
with her beautiful face smiling down at him and her eyes watching his hands
with burning lust.

"You look like you could use some more 'persuasion'," she said, reaching down
to hold his arms in her big hands, "or would you prefer 'power'? A little of
both?"

Anna flexed her incredible arms and slowly slid Greg up the front of her tight
t-shirt, tracing his face over the contours of her shapely body. His eyes
closed as he moaned both from her astounding curves and her nearly
incalculable strength.

"Oh God," he moaned as his face traced over her tight t-shirt until they were
face to face, Greg's feet dangling high above the ground, "you know you're
never going to lose an argument, don't you?"

Anna breathed a deep sigh, feeling Greg's sexy little body pressing into the
swell of her chest. She pulled him in for a passionate kiss.

"Of course," she said, looking at him with her most charming smile, "but it'll
be fun showing you the error of your ways... that's the best part!"

She gave Greg another steamy kiss, and lifted him higher, planting a line of
kisses down his chest and stomach as she lifted him all the way above her.

Greg's rise stopped, his feet nearly five feet off the ground, and he was
amazed and aroused by her super-powered muscles as always.

"See, doesn't that give you a better perspective on things?" she asked up to
him, nuzzling her face into Greg's pants as they hung in front of her. Greg
moaned again, more turned on by the second.

"Ooh... does it ever!" he groaned. "But I still don't see things from your
point of view. I know how to change that."

She smiled up at him.

"Oh? How is that, my love?"

"I'll show you," Greg said, and put his hands on her hard forearms, "if you
let me down, sweetheart."

Anna started lowering him.

"Oh, not like that, honey," he said, "just let go, and I'll find my own way
down."

Anna laughed, wondering what he was going to do.

"Okay, baby," she said, opening her hands.

Greg moved his other hand to her right arm as Anna released her hold on him.
Greg held tightly to her mighty arm, bringing his legs up to grasp her bicep
with his thighs.

"Mmm, I like this game!" she said holding her arm straight up.

She was very proud of him. She had gotten him started with free weights, and
his little body had developed a decent amount of muscle. He looked great, and
his ability to hold himself up without her help was a testament to his new
fitness.

He put both hands on Anna's upturned palm and maneuvered himself around until
he was facing the same way as her, then he slid down her arm like a fireman's
pole until he hung off her shoulder with his arms looped around her mighty
limb. He wrapped his legs around her waist and moved to the middle of her
broad back.

Greg's body sliding all over hers, with his sizeable erection rubbing against
her, had the effect of getting Anna quite horny. His legs around her waist
turned her on further as she felt him gripping her densely muscled flanks.
Greg wrapped his arms around her neck and leaned forward to plant a loving
kiss on her cheek, kissing down the side of her face until his lips reached
her neck. She felt his legs grip tighter and his little body rose up slightly
as he leaned forward, sliding his hands down the front of her shirt to way out
in front where her big nipples poked through.

"Ohhhh," Anna moaned as his fingers tweaked her nipples lightly.

"Mmmm," he moaned, his lips next to her ear. "You're right, gorgeous. Your
perspective on things is SO much better! If I had this point of view all the
time, I don't think I could stop touching upon your huge points of contention!
But you make such fantastic points I can't even mount a defense."

Anna shivered at his touch, shaking Greg's body as he hung over her strong
back.

"I don't know.... oooh... Greg," she said breathily, her legs shaking as he
fondled her nipples, "you really know h-h-how to.... uuhhh.... get to the
point! And I've love for you to mount... a defense!"

Greg kissed Anna's neck and her jawline as he fondled her nipples, teasing
them even bigger.

"God, I really want to get to the point!" he moaned, and lifted himself over
her broad shoulder and leaned forward, lying atop her huge right breast.

He reached down and pulled her shirt up, tucking it under his chest as he
pulled her big nipple free from the confines of her low-cut bra cup. He pulled
her big nipple up to his lips and attacked it with a vengeance.

"Oh... Greg," Anna moaned, "you're a nut, but I love it!"

Anna was turned on like crazy and amused by Greg's boundless enthusiasm. He
hung, hips draped over her broad shoulder with his body stretched out over her
huge right breast. He wrapped both arms around it and was suckling her nipple
with his head pointed at the ground! She could feel his erection pressed flat
between his body and the hard muscle of her delt.

"You look... so cute... lying there... like that! Oh God!" she panted as
Greg's mouth worked its magic on her sensitive nipple.

Greg lifted his head up briefly.

"And you feel fantastic hanging here like this!" he replied, and planted
kisses all over the huge breast under him.

Anna placed her hand under her breast, lifting it, and Greg, upward until his
body lay parallel with the ground.

"I don't want... all the... blood rushing to your... head," she moaned as he
kissed and nibbled her nipple, not stopping for a second as he rose.
"You're... driving first!"

Greg moaned and rubbed his erect cock against her.

"Too late," he said, his speech slurred by the hugely erect nipple, "all the
blood is already there!"

"Ooohhh," Anna moaned, "is it ever!"

Anna put her big arm around Greg's body and maneuvered them into the van,
pulling the doors closed after them with her free hand.

"As much as I love this, baby, I don't think we need to share it with the
entire neighborhood," she said, her voice unsteady.

She wasn't sure if Greg even heard her. He was lost in his passion as he
tended to her breast with single-minded intensity. Anna was so turned on she
had trouble staggering around the interior of the van, pulling the little
curtains closed on the windows in the back. She got the last one covered with
a shaking hand and sat in the middle of the floor.

Greg felt her arm around him tighten, and she lifted his body off her shoulder
with frightening ease. He thought for a minute she was going to pull his lips
off her big nipple, but she held him for a second, her whole body shaking from
his mouth on her, then he felt her other hand on him.

"Let go with your hands, baby," she said, her voice husky with arousal. "tuck
your legs in... but keep your mouth right where it is!"

"Yeth my love," he said, not removing his mouth from her as he spoke.

Anna lifted Greg's body up and angled him as he rose over her shoulder. She
held him out, upside down in front of her, and turned his body until he was
sideways, resting with his hip on the palm of her right hand. She repositioned
her left hand and lay back, placing Greg's body on her massive right thigh,
guiding him easily down so his lips didn't leave her.

Greg's legs wrapped around her leg, his hips' width smaller than it by several
inches, and brought both hands up to her breast. He redoubled his efforts on
her massive tit as Anna's hips churned in ecstasy beneath him.

"Ooh, God," she moaned, "you have the world's most talented mouth!"

Greg smiled briefly, not moving his lips off her and suckled hard as he pulled
his head back, stretching her big nipple and causing Anna to gasp with the
intense sensation he knew she loved. He repeated pulling at her several times
until Anna came with a shuddering moan beneath him, his body bouncing up and
down as her huge thigh flexed and rose involuntarily while she rode out her
orgasm.

Anna loved how Greg took such careful note of what turned her on. She could
almost watch him file away the things he discovered about her erogenous zones
as he discovered them. He was by far the most attentive and giving lover she
had ever had.

She pulled Greg up off her swollen nipple and started pulling his shirt up
over her head when they heard a car pull into the driveway next to them.

"Oh, hell!" Anna said. "That's my parents!"

Chapter Two

Anna let Greg's shirt go and he pulled it back into place as Anna tucked her
big breast into her bra and pulled her T-shirt down over her chest.

They both busied themselves, appearing to place items in various cupboards for
their trip and there came a knock on the back of the van.

"Are you two in there?" Anna's father, Edward (Sir to a nervous Greg) called.

"Yeah, dad," Anna called, cool as could be. "We're almost done packing up the
van."

The door pulled open and Anna's hulking father loomed in the back.

He smiled at his daughter and looked at Greg, who had turned his back to them
and acted like he was putting items in the glove box, willing his erection to
subside before he had to end his ruse.

"You kids are going to have so much fun!" her father boomed in his deep voice.
"Your mother and I went cross-country on my motorcycle right after I
graduated, and I swear to this day it's the reason we got married. I figure if
I could put up with anyone for two weeks stuck in a tent and getting a sore
ass on a motorcycle seat, I could endure anything with them. Right, honey?"

"Speak for yourself, Eddy," Anna's mother Margaret (Ms. Johnson to Greg)
grumbled back. "I was ready to kill you by the time we got back, so you're
lucky you got me drunk that night. If I had been in my right mind, I would
have sent you packing instead of accepting your proposal."

Margaret came walking around to the back of the van and wrapped her arm around
Eddy's waist, giving the kids a smile. Greg always felt like a Lilliputian
around the Johnson family. Edward was a big lumberjack-looking man, always had
a five o'clock shadow and his coal-black hair gave him a menacing look,
despite his extremely affable demeanor. His mother likewise was a big,
strapping woman, Anna's height, and loved Greg to death, always hugging him to
her big body. Anna's resemblance to her was uncanny, and their figures would
likely be similar except for Anna's incredible musculature, probably a genetic
gift from her father. Margaret's age had also added several inches to her
bustline over her daughter, though her total bust size was most likely smaller
due to the huge muscles of Anna's powerful physique.

"You're going to make sure my daughter gets back in one piece, right Shorty?"
her father boomed into the van, and Greg jumped as he usually did when her
father addressed him.

Greg turned part way, acting like he was placing something in the front.

"Sir, I promise she won't get a scratch," he replied. "She'll likely be
keeping ME in one piece!"

"At least you know where you stand with her!" he boomed and laughed his big
raucous laugh. "About knee-high!"

"Daddy, you be nice to your future son-in-law!" Anna said to him and enjoyed
her revenge for the Shorty crack as he made a sour face at her. Greg clapped
his hand over his mouth so he didn't chuckle. The first time Anna had said
something like that was when Big Eddy scared the hell out of Greg when they
first met.

"You better not knock up my little girl!" was the first thing Edward Johnson
said to Greg after they shook hands, with Greg's face going pale.

"Sir, if I tried knocking her up, she'd end up knocking me OUT!" he had said
at the time.

Quick-witted as always, Greg's smooth reply impressed him and they became
friendly, but the short-themed teasing would continue for the rest of Edward's
days.

"We would be married the day we found out, daddy!" was Anna's barb back at
him. "Do you want to see the ring we have picked out?"

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

As with most everyone, the confident Anna knew how to handle her dad. Greg one
time had walked in while they were arm-wrestling, and the four-inch shorter
Anna had bested her brawny father with either arm, despite her
right-handedness to her father's left. She had gotten out of washing the car
with her win, and her father had had to apologize for calling Greg a Munchkin
that day. His good-natured ribbbing of Greg had stopped for all of a
half-hour, and Greg had laughed when Anna scowled and shook her fist at him
when he started up again. She was hardly a violent person, with a few notable
exceptions, but her dad had gotten under her skin with all of the short jokes.
Greg defused the situation and further earned his respect.

"I like you, Greg!" he had boomed. "You can take a joke and you can keep my
daughter from beating me up! I may have to hire you on as my bodyguard!"

He roared his big laugh and Greg gave Anna a hug to keep her from chasing her
dad around the dining room table. They loved each other, but her dad could be
a lot to take sometimes. Greg had found them tussling, most often verbally, on
more than one occasion when he came over. It was always good-natured, but Greg
feared Anna's immense strength would end up hurting her poor father one day.
He was a big, strong guy, but she was a weight-lifting phenomenon.

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

The last of their items packed, Greg and Anna said their goodbyes to Anna's
family, and with a hearty handshake from Eddy and a face-smothering hug from
Margaret (he could swear she wore heels every time an occasion like this
happened, and the sheer volume of bosom the Johnson women possessed would be
more than ten standard families... not that he would ever complain), they
jumped in the van and pulled out of the driveway.

"I think you like saying goodbye to my parents," Anna said with a sly smile.

"Yep, your dad because we're leaving and your mom... well, let's just say you
two have a lot in common, and I mean a LOT!" Greg replied, winking at her.

"Just as long as you prefer THIS lot over THAT lot," Anna said with a laugh.

They drove the five minutes to Greg's house, where they said their goodbyes to
his mother Tracy and a brief stop to his father Philip who lived on the way
out of town. Both of his parents were about his size, his father an inch
taller, mother three inches shorter. Greg's parents got the same treatment
that Greg had at Anna's house. Poor Tracy was so tiny that Anna almost bent in
half to hug her, but she didn't bend over at all to hug Philip. Anna looked
over Greg's father's head as she buried his face in her chest and stuck her
tongue out at Greg. His father always emerged red-faced but pleasant, and he
gave his son a hearty handshake, handing him a pre-paid calling card and
telling him to give him a ring if anything came up.

"I think you big girls like doing that just for the embarrassment factor,"
Greg said as they hopped back in th van. "My dad was shaking like a leaf!"

"If you've got it, flaunt it, sweetie, that's my motto," she said to him with
a sunny smile. "You never seem to mind when I flaunt it with you, and I'm
guessing your dad likes it, too!"

"You'll never get a complaint from me!" Greg said. "I don't even mind it when
you flaunt it with my dad, because I just imagine it's me in there!"

Anna gave him a sexy smile and reached over to touch his face.

"Your head is welcome in there any time you want... except when we're
driving," she said noticing Greg was drifting into the oncoming lane. "Hmm,
maybe I should drive the first leg!"

Greg pulled back into his lane and looked over at her.

"As long as I don't have any spectacular distractions, I should be fine." he
said. "The first rest stop I have charted is about five hours away. Maybe I
can get distracted then."

"You got it!" Anna said, and leaned far across the gulf between their bodies
and kissed his cheek. "I owe you for my bon voyage treat!"

Chapter Three

The day's driving was uneventful, with the exception of their carnal rest stop
adventure. The couple tried a few detours from their main destination, but
they proved time-consuming, so they decided to stick to the interstates to get
to Yellowstone. The Plains states were interesting in their total flatness,
with the gradual slopes barely noticeable to the couple who were used to the
Appalacians.

The network of interstates led the young couple to the edge of the Plains in
South Dakota, where they stopped off to see Mount Rushmore, then over the
border to Wyoming, where Devil's Tower stood, not an hour away from the iconic
moutainside sculpture. The stop-offs were fun, with the young couple hiking to
each point and taking photos or each majestic sight: Greg often in Anna's
arms, smiles beaming brightly.

The mountains were beautiful, even higher than their beloved Appalacians. The
van, however, not being a new vehicle when Anna's parents bought it, did not
appreciate the altitude or the climbs as much as they did. It gave a few fits
and starts through some of the lower lying hills preceding the start of the
real mountains. The Bighorn Range though, was another thing altogether. The
combination of the high altitude and the almost constant upward slope of the
first few miles, was enough to defeat their tired van.

They came to a stop partway up a steep slope on Route 16 driving south toward
the small town of Worland when the van gave up with a big whoosh of steam from
under the hood.

"Oh crap!" Greg exclaimed as Anna pulled them over to the shoulder of the
road.

They hadn't seen another car in a half hour, and had been steadily climbing a
moderately steep slope south of the Bighorn Mountains since they got off the
interstate nearly an hour and a half ago.

They got out and pulled open the hood of the van, and immediately a blast of
heated coolant assaulted their noses, the pungent smell making them gag. A
pinhole leak in one of the hoses was the culprit, and a good deal of their
antifreeze was coating the underside of the hood.

They limped along with the drinking water they had remaining, but soon even
that was exhausted and the slope upward to the nearest town, Worland,
continued dauntingly ahead. The sun getting low in the sky, and by Greg's
estimation, the town was anywhere from five to ten miles away. Their mountain
region map was hardly big enough for the distance to be gauged that closely.

"Well, what do you think, sweetie?" Anna said to Greg, swiveling her seat
around to face Greg. Greg had been poring over the map, squinting at the
little squiggles that represented the roads in this part of the state.

"It's tough to tell if anything even intersects Route Sixteen. They all look
like goat paths on this map," he said, still calm, though his exasperation was
starting to show. "I wish I'd gotten a more close-up map before we left."

The duct tape they had used to try to patch the pipe had slipped off with the
coolant leaking, and they were completely out of water. The needle of the
temperature gauge was buried so far into the danger zone they were afraid to
even start the van again.

"We have to be close," Greg said, "do you think we should hoof it? Five miles
is no big deal, but if it's ten it will be fully dark before we get there."

"I'm going to throw this out there, but if you think it's a bad idea, we can
get going by foot," Anna said. "I know I can push this van for a while, but no
way could I tackle a hill like this the entire way there."

Greg's brow furrowed. He knew how impossibly strong Anna was, but the van had
to weigh 7000 pounds or more. The fact that they were on a slope starting out
made him think it would be too much for even her titanic strength. Still....

"Sweetheart, I love you so much, and you're so unbelievably strong... but
don't you think it would be too far?" he asked her. "If we've still got ten
miles to go, five of them might be upward slope before we get to the town. I'm
pretty sure it's in a valley, all of them have been around here, so the last
part of the way would be us steering the van down the road as it coasted. But
still, honey... five miles? Do you think you could go that far?"

"Tell you what," she replied. "How about I push it as far as I can get without
getting hurt or being too tired to walk? If I can't make it, we walk from
where I stop, okay?"

Greg got out of his seat and knelt by Anna's thighs. He put his hands on them
and kissed each gigantic leg.

"I can trust your beautiful gams to know when to quit, right?" he said,
looking up at her.

"They won't push too hard, they promise," Anna said, pulling Greg up to give
him a deep kiss. "It's seven-thirty now. I figure we have a good hour and a
half of daylight left, so let's get started."

Anna hopped out of the van and started stretching her monumental legs while
Greg limbered up his arms for what would likely prove to be a fight with the
steering wheel, since there would be no power steering.

After she felt ready, Greg hopped in the driver's seat, adjusting it far
forward from where Anna had it. They opened the rear doors so she could hop
into the back if she wore out.

Greg marveled at his incredible girlfriend. She had stripped down to a tank
top and a tight pair of volleyball shorts, and the massive muscles stood out
on her statuesque body.

"Ready when you are, gorgeous," he said, pressing down on the brake and
putting the van into neutral.

"Okay, just tell me when you let the brake go," she yelled up to him.

"Okay, here we go," he said, and the van lurched forward a heartbeat before he
let up on the brake.

Anna had pushed the van forward on the gravel several feet, even with the
brakes on!

He quickly let up on the brake and the van lurched forward at a good pace,
rolling quickly up the slope. It had to be at least ten degrees! Greg was
totally blown away by her unbelievable leg strength.

He fought with the steering wheel as he guided the van onto the road, then
yelled back to Anna through the open rear doors.

"Sorry, you started just before I let up!" he said, feeling the beginning of
his arousal as the van picked up speed.

"No problem," she said, laughing, "I felt it let go right after I started. I
almost fell on my face when it did though!"

Greg had the key engaged in the ignition and the gauges registered that they
were going five miles an hour, a light jogging pace, and still increasing! He
looked in awe out the rearview mirror, angled down to watch Anna pushing the
van with only the barest hint of strain. Huge arms bulging with power, her
brown ponytail swished around her head and shoulders like a real pony's tail,
bouncing in time with her feet striking the pavement. The huge breasts
bouncing, though, resembled nothing animal-like in the least.

"You are making it so hard to keep my eyes on the road!" he yelled back, and
she laughed.

"I'm doing all the work AND giving you a free show... I feel some serious
gratitude coming when we're done!" Anna said from the back.

"Definitely!" Greg replied.

They rolled up the hill, Anna picking up the pace until she was briskly
jogging while pushing the big vehicle. Every five minutes, Greg would yell
back to ask how she was, and for the first forty minutes, her response was no
more exhausted-sounding than when she first started. The odometer showed she
had covered four miles as fast as she was running, all of it uphill! Granted
it wasn't nearly as steep as when they first started on Route Sixteen, but it
was still easily ten degrees or more, a Herculean task!

The next ten minutes saw an added challenge as the slope increased sharply,
and Anna's labored breathing was loud enough for Greg to realize that she was
getting near the end of her almost-superhuman endurance.

"Honey, I really think we should stop," Greg said back to her, concerned.

"I... think I can... do... about ten more... minutes... okay?" she panted
back.

Despite her obvious exhaustion they had barely dipped below seven miles an
hour for the entire ten minutes she pushed up the steep slope. He was just
getting ready to call it quits when he saw the crest of the hill.

"Holy shit, Anna, you did it! There's the top of the hill, it can't be more
than two hundred yards! Can you make it?" Greg yelled back excitedly.

"You got it, baby!" she yelled back, and Greg could swear he felt the pace
increase again.

"It's the home stretch!" Anna boomed, pushing hard and propelling the van up
to nearly ten miles an hour!

"You are unbelievable, Anna! You are going to get the greatest rubdown in the
history of rubdowns after this is over!" Greg yelled back, his excitement
rising with the increasing speedometer reading.

A few minutes passed and they crested the hill. The steep downward grade was
unnerving to Greg, but he was able to yell back to Anna to hop in as the van
began rolling on its own.

"Hop in, gorgeous!" he shouted, wrestling with the steering wheel to keep them
in their lane.

He heard the heavy thump of her body in the back of the van and she was in.
She made her way slowly to the passenger seat and Greg could hear her labored
breathing as she neared.

"Whew! Talk about a lower body workout!" she panted. "I'm definitely going to
feel THAT tomorrow!"

"I am so proud of you, my Goddess!" Greg said, looking over at her. "You are
unstoppable!"

She leaned over and kissed him, smiling as she felt his erect penis.

"Well, I couldn't let HIM down, could I?" she said, and gave him a squeeze,
then dropped back into the passenger seat, exhausted. "If I pooped out, I
would hardly earn the title Goddess!"

She gave Greg a serious look and he glanced over at her.

"Greg, honey, living up to your expectations is what I'm all about!" she said
sexily.

The smile didn't leave Greg's face for the two miles downhill as they drifted
into Worland.

Chapter Three

Greg and Anna made it to the outskirts of town, where the incline leveled off
to a flat valley basin. Anna hopped back out and pushed the car halfway
through town until they reached an auto parts store, where a helpful clerk (is
there anyone less than friendly and helpful out west in the Rockies?) found a
replacement hose and lent them tools as they pulled off the old one.

Greg fumbled with the pliers until Anna finally put on the pair of gloves the
big store clerk gave them and pinched the clips holding the hose on with her
fingers, gently moving Greg aside with a kiss on the head.

After refilling the radiator and making sure the engine didn't seize, they
drove until they found a motel, Greg offering to spring for the unscheduled
stop to celebrate Anna's spectacular achievement. She had really saved them a
headache, not to mention more money than a night's stay at a motel.

The little motel in the middle of town was clean, neat, and the big king-sized
bed was a welcome sight after sleeping in the van for the last two nights.
Greg even got them restaurant food from a little diner that reminded him of
their first date. Burger, fries, fruit, milkshake and three times that for his
tired and sore girlfriend. She lay on her stomach, munching fries and watching
television while Greg rubbed her big legs between bites of his own food. He
sat between her big legs, working on each in turn, Anna's various sighs
guiding his hands.

"Mmm, for this kind of treatment, I would have pushed the van twice as far,
baby," she sighed as Greg's hands, lips, and hot water from the bathroom
worked the exhaustion from her legs. Greg kneaded her big thigh and calf
muscles as much as he could with his fingers, then pause to take a washcloth,
wet it in hot water, and rub up and down her legs. He held the nearly-scalding
hot water in the large capacity thermos bottle they used for their drinking
water before it was consumed by the van's leaky radiator hose.

Greg arranged his food on Anna's big curvy rear, and took quick breaks to
reach over and grab a bite or two, more often than not sliding his hands under
her shorts and fondling her ass.

"Have you seen this show yet?" Anna asked, afraid to turn around for fear of
dumping Greg's food. "What a big rip-off!"

Greg paused and moved up to lay next to Anna.

"It's a rotted puppet! The Crypt Keeper? No, what's it about?"

"It's only been on a couple of times so far, but dad likes it. It's why he
didn't cancel HBO," Anna said, eyes on the television. "It's like Creepshow...
remember that? There's bunch of little stories every episode where something
awful happens to the main characters."

"Huh," Greg said, unimpressed. "You wonder why they didn't just call it
Creepshow. Now that I see it, it does seem like a rip-off. Go ahead and
enjoy... I've got more important things to do."

Greg hopped up and gave Anna a light kiss as he got back to his now-cold
dinner and his perpetually-hot evening's chore.

Greg's meal, and his pampering, lasted several hours into the night, when Anna
finally turned off the TV, brushed the empty styrofoam container off her big
behind, and sat up to pull Greg into her arms.

"Why don't you rest your fingers and work on the front for a while?" she asked
with a naughty smile.

"My pleasure," Greg said. Anna was right: his fingers were aching from trying
to dent Anna's rock-hard leg muscles. He had to admit, being with her had made
his body a lot stronger than before, and frequently a lot more sore, but he
wouldn't change a thing. "Can I watch you take your clothes off for me,
Goddess?"

"How could I say no after that epic massage, my little lover?" she replied and
rose up to her statuesque height above him.

Greg loved to watch her rise like that. It gave her this aura of supreme power
and loveliness when she loomed so large above him. She knew he did, and
exaggerated her slow rise, almost seeming to grow larger in slow motion.

Greg lay back and slid his hand down the front of his boxers.

"Mmm, yeah, get my friend down there ready for me," she said, and reached her
huge arms up, taking either side of her incredibly tight t-shirt by the
shoulder opposite each arm and thrusting her big breasts out. The Carson
Cardinals logo stretched so tightly across her chest that little cracks
appeared in the letters themselves, accompanied by a groam from the fabric.

"God, I love to watch that!" Greg sighed as she slid the t-shirt slowly up her
massive arms and then over her head, revealing her sexy, plunging purple bra.
As huge as the garments were, her bras always seemed too small for her massive
bounty, and this one was no exception. Her big breasts spilled out over the
top of the cups as her powerful pectorals lifted them nearly out of the bra as
they flexed. Anna's big, partially-erect nipples popped out from the cups as
her breasts rose, and Greg's hand began stroking as he watched the wondrous
display.

"How am I doing so far... good?" she teased, knowing she was driving Greg
wild.

"You know how you're doing," Greg panted. "I'm having trouble keeping my
underwear clean!"

"Oh no!" Anna teased further. "Should I stop? We wouldn't want you to have to
do laundry unnecessarily."

"Please don't stop!" Greg begged. Sometimes she would stop if he got too
cocky, and then he'd be begging her like he was now. He figured he'd skip to
the begging and save time.

"Mmmm," Anna moaned, sliding her arms down her body, over the full breasts
threatening to burst free from her bra, then around her back to unhook the
band that held it together. She flexed her pecs as she stretched her arms
back, and Greg could hear tearing sounds from her overmatched bra.

"Something tells me you like big, strong girls... or maybe it's just the
boobs?"

"It's everything!" Greg said, as Anna puffed her chest out while her hands
found the clasp of her bra. "It's that you can practically run uphill for
miles while pushing a seven thousand pound van! It's the fact that none of
your t-shirts last longer than two months covering that heavenly body! It's
the fact that your butt can hold my entire dinner and still leave room for me
to kiss and fondle the hell out of it... and my food doesn't even move while
I'm doing it!"

Her magnificent breasts leapt under the flex of her big pecs as she unfastened
the bra. She put a lot of extra oomph into it for Greg's viewing pleasure, and
she noticed with pride that his hand sped up under his shorts. He was working
himself into a frenzy. Anna was thankful he was able to get it back up so
fast.

"You better save some for me, sweetie," she said, pulling the bra band away
from her body. She shrugged the straps off her shoulders, and her spectacular
breasts came free of the confining garment. "I might be too tired to work for
it tonight."

"Anna, there will ALWAYS be more for you! You get me hard by brushing your
teeth!"

Anna laughed out loud at his little joke, and her mind-bendingly sexy routine
faltered. That's one of the things she loved about him. Even when she was
soaring high, trying her hardest to make him crazy, he could always come up
with something to bring her back down to earth, to let her know that she
didn't have to try so hard... that she didn't have to try at all.

Her heart swelled with love for this little man who had captured her heart.
She had thought about taking the scholarship offer that she had received from
her dream college, but she couldn't stand to be away from Greg for that long,
knowing that the rigor of collegiate-level sports didn't allow frequent visits
home. No, she would wait for him, forever, if need be.

"You turkey, you threw off my rhythm!" she said, still laughing. She dropped
her shorts, revealing her tiny panties. There was a little X emblazoned

"But I wasn't exaggerating," Greg said. "Your boobs bounce so much when you
brush your teeth I about have an orgasm just thinking about it. I could
probably hold onto them while you did it and I'd end up with whiplash!"

"Okay, that does it!" she said and reached down to drag Greg's body across the
mattress.

Anna seated herself on Greg's chest, putting just enough weight on him to make
his eyes bulge. She had to lean over the massive swell of her bustline to see
the intended effect. She made sure to wiggle her way up so his face was
centimeters away from her womanhood, close enough to fill his vision, but far
enough away that he couldn't reach her with his tongue.

Greg lay, barely visible under her immense legs, his face nearly pushed into
her crotch. He was overcome with ecstasy from the sensation of her massive
body atop him. He loved more than anything when she took charge, and had been
baiting her so she would do it. He was sure she knew and was indulging him,
but he couldn't help it. He felt guilty for asking anything tonight.

"You wanted to see me strip for you, but you won't let me finish, so I think
I'm going to sit here and let you look at my still-clothed pussy while I watch
a little more TV. What do you think about that, baby?"

Greg's muffled voice came drifting up over her big naked breasts.

"I'd be happy to help you pull those off, and slide them down your marvelous
legs, then you can sit back down like that and I'd lick you all night if you
wanted me to!"

He always knew just what to say! Anna's womanhood gushed at the thought, and
Greg's sight was treated to the front of her panties darkening as her heavenly
nectar flowed against the tightly stretched, outlining her big puffy labia.

"God, just when I think I have the upper hand..." she said and hopped off
Greg's little body. She snapped the elastic band of her bikini panties. "Come
on, baby, you offered."

She stood tall above him, and he rushed off the bed to kneel in front of her.
He worshipped her thighs, the massive, powerful pillars to either side of him
Either of them alone he figured was close to his body weight, or more, packed
with solid muscle and infinitely strong. This was his idea of the Gates of
Heaven.

Anna loved feel of his little hands sliding over her body. His touch was so
delicate, so loving. He made it a point to memorize everything she enjoyed
having done to her, and doing it until she was quivering like a bowl full of
jelly. She spread her legs slightly to let him wrap his arms around them,
hugging her gigantic left thigh to his body and kissing it everywhere his lips
would reach, and sliding down, licking her inner thigh down to her knee, then
working up the opposite leg, wrapping his arms around that one as well.

He worshipped her legs until Anna thought she was going to collaspe on top of
him, then she felt his hands move out to her broad hips and ease the big
panties off them, dropping down with his legs as he slipped them over her hips
and down her thighs.

"Ooohhh, Greg! God you drive me wild!" Anna moaned as Greg tended to her.

"You do the same thing to me, my Goddess," he moaned as her kissed his way
down her legs again, this time with her panties in his hands. "I will do this
to you non-stop for as long as you want! Any time you want! You make it sound
like it's a chore. It's not, it's a calling!"

Anna laughed and felt for his head, reaching down to him.

"C'mere! I need to kiss you so badly right now I can't stand it, Greg!" she
said, and put her hands under his arms, pulling him up over her big warm
breasts to draw him into a fiery kiss that made him sag limply in her arms.

He sighed as she held him in front of her as their lips parted.

"I'll never tire of you doing that to me," Greg moaned.

"Doing what?" Anna asked him, barely noticing his weight as she held him to
her chest.

"Exactly!" Greg moaned. "You don't even realize you're holding me in your
arms, that's what."

"Oh!" Anna laughed, still so turned on. "Yeah, you're right! I'm so used to
reaching down and pulling you up here I don't even think about it anymore."

"I think about it every time," Greg sighed. "It's one of the sexiest things
you do to me, without even realizing it. God, you are so strong!"

Anna laughed at him repeating her little mantra to him. She had been saying it
to him since the night they finally got together.

"Yes I am, baby," she cooed, "and I get stronger every day... and it's all for
you!"

She lifted Greg in her arms until he nearly touched the ceiling.

"I'll take you up on the TV idea, but without the TV," she said up to him,
"but you get to go first!"

Anna took Greg into her mouth and held him high as she got him off. He was so
excited it barely took any time to achieve climax, not that any length of time
would have mattered to her muscles. She could have held him all night in her
strong arms and barely noticed.

Greg was driven over the edge like a car without brakes. He came hard, bucking
and rocking back and forth as he hung above Anna, reveling in the endless
strength she demonstrated to him over and over. She truly was a goddess to
him.

Anna reveled in her power over Greg, and in his immediate response to her. He
was more in tune with her than anyone she'd ever known, and she loved the feel
of his smaller body against him, the smooth softness of his skin against her,
and the way she could make him excited almost at will. They were bonded in a
way that transcended the physical or emotional alone: almost a meeting of
souls in her mind.

Greg was only too happy to pleasure Anna's magnificent body, and spent a long
time buried underneath her heavily-muscled body, and true to his word, he
lavished attention on her womanhood until she was barely conscious, having
been given so many orgasms from his skillful tongue and mouth that she lost
count.

She finally climbed off Greg, more exhausted from his attention than she was
from pushing the van uphill for miles. They freshened up for bed, and Greg
spent the night wrapped in Anna's huge body, surrounded by her powerful arms
and buried in the seemingly endless flesh of her heaving breasts. It was the
most restful sleep either of them had had in a long time.

Chapter Four

The remainder of the drive to Yellowstone was uneventful. The van appeared to
be able to chug through the rest of the mountainous travel to northwest
Wyoming without incident, and the kids found their campground after a few
wrong turns.

The campground they chose was secluded, surrounded by the forest on all sides,
with a small stream rushing by. The small spot had just enough room to pitch a
tent and park their van. Considering their van was their tent, it was more
than enough room.

They spent several exciting days hiking through the wilderness, seeing the
geysers and hot springs, and the beautiful Yellowstone Lake. But it was The
Grand Canyon of Yellowstone that really captured their attention. They spent a
long time driving and hiking there, seeing many of the breathtaking sights.
They got a stranger to take a picture of them at Inspiration Point, just after
the Yellowstone River's Upper Falls, and the man nearly collasped as Anna
asked for one more photo of her holding Greg overhead with the Upper Falls far
in the distance.

After an adventurous hike down the steep path to the Lower Falls, they made it
to the little observation point right where the falls plunge their three
hundred feet to the river below. Finally Anna was humbled by something with
vastly more power than her, and Greg got a gentle punch in the arm when he
told her that she now knows what he feels like being her boyfriend.

In all, they spent about ten days at Yellowstone, deciding to forego any other
stops to enjoy their time in the majesty of Wyoming's amazing national park.
The van got nearly as strenuous a workout as the couple with the climbs up and
down hills, into valleys, and with the rocking that accompanied Anna and
Greg's vigorous lovemaking once they returned to camp.

But sadly, their vacation time soon came to an end. With one last passionate
sexual marathon, where Greg spent almost as much time pressed to the ceiling
of the van as he did atop his powerful girlfriend, they packed up for their
departure.

After they had packed the bulk of their camping gear in the van, they had
breakfast on their little camp stove, then decided to take one last stroll
through the campground, reliving their great week before they had to go. They
were just finishing their stroll when Anna stopped in her tracks as they
approached the campsite.

"Greg... look!" she whispered urgently.

>>From her higher vantage she had spotted three dark shapes near the van, next
to the cooling camp stove they had planned to put away once their walk was
done.

"Oh, hell," Greg whispered back. "How long do you think they're going to
stay?"

The three shapes, a mother grizzly bear and her cubs, were poking around the
camp stove, looking for a free meal. The brochures they got at the park office
had mentioned bears raiding campsites and the policies for keeping items safe
from them.

The couple had carefully left all of the food items in the van where they
couldn't attract the animals, but the stove had the remnants of their
breakfast on the little frying pan, and the mother bear was busily licking the
last of the eggs and sausage from it. The stove was knocked on its side, but
was thankfully cool enough that it didn't ingnite any of the surrounding brush
on fire.

Greg and Anna got to what they considered to be a safe distance, then watched
nervously as the bears went through the remainder of the camping items they
had left out. Unable to find anything else worth eating, they eventually
wandered off into the underbrush.

Both kids breathed a sigh of relief.

"And that is why you clean off the food items and put them away quickly," Greg
said to himself.

"Hey, I didn't think ten minutes would be enough time to attract bears," Anna
said defensively.

Greg looked up at her.

"Oh, no honey," he said, "I wasn't implying that you did anything. I was
thinking about it right after we left for our walk, but I thought the exact
same thing... ten minutes, what's the big deal, right?"

They walked cautiously to their campsite and began inspecting the items the
bears had ransacked. The camp stove was unharmed, but had a few scratched from
being pushed along the ground. The little propane bottle attached to the stove
was almost exhausted anyway, so the chance it would have blasted off if the
bears had broken the metal gas line to the burners was not really an issue.

Anna finished packing the last of their non-stove items into the van and
turned toward Greg.

"Hey, Anna," he said to her, not looking up, "do you think we should take the
stove down to-"

"Greg... FREEZE!" Anna said urgently in as quiet a voice as she could manage.

Greg froze immediately as he heard the heavy breaths of the returning mother
bear behind him. She couldn't have been more than twenty feet away. His heart
leapt into his throat.

The breaths took on a more aggressive tone, more of a huffing now than a
breathing. Greg looked at Anna in panic. She was staring, wide-eyed, over his
head as she watched the animal approaching out of the underbrush.

She was about ten feet from Greg, who was near the camp stove and the heavy
wooden picnic table set up in the campsite by the park. The table was directly
between Greg and the bear, which had gotten to within ten feet of him in the
opposite direction from Anna.

"Greg, she has her cubs with her!" Anna said as quietly. "Stand up and walk
slowly toward me."

Greg stretched to a standing position, not looking in the bear's direction and
began a slow walk toward Anna. The huffing sound turned to a grumbling threat,
a throaty rumble from deep in the bear's chest.

The next few seconds were a blur. The bear charged Greg and he sprinted toward
Anna and the van. Anna launched herself at Greg in a flat sprint, her big legs
pumping hard. As they neared each other, Greg's eyes went wide as he saw her
thundering toward him. Greg got within a few feet of Anna and she leapt,
vaulting all the way over his crouched body, and ran headlong toward the bear.

"Anna!" he yelled, skidding to a stop and falling on his butt as she hurtled
over him.

"Get in the van!" she yelled and he watched in horror as she and the bear
approached the picnic table at nearly the same time.

The bear reared back on its hind legs, towering nine feet tall, and Anna
skidded to a halt. It was a terrifying sight to the woman, but she stopped on
the far side of the table, watching the bear as it roared at her in outrage.
Its posture was extremely hostile and Greg dashed into the van, pulling the
doors closed, and got into the front seat, starting it up. Wild thoughts
rushed through his head. He thought about lining up the van and possibly
ramming the animal if it attacked Anna.

He got the van started, quickly turned it toward her, and beheld an
astonishing sight: Anna had the big picnic table in her hands and was pointing
it upward, lion-tamer style at the bear. The big animal was stumbling backward
on its hind legs, unaccustomed to this kind of threat. It was still roaring
its protest and swiping at the heavy wooden table legs. The heavy hits on the
table, despite digging deep grooves into the wood and tearing away chunks,
were unable to rip the table out of Anna's powerful arms.

Greg could see Anna's balance falter as the bear's paw crashed into the table,
but she would dig her big legs into the ground and keep her hold on it. She
held the table in front of her, her arms on either side of the tabletop, and
pushed it at the bear, forcing it back.

Greg rolled slowly toward Anna and gave a brief blow of the horn to alert her
he was there.

The standoff continued for a brief moment, and Greg lowered the driver's side
window.

"Anna, I'm going to angle the van close to you so you can get in the passenger
side door quickly!" he yelled over the engine and the roars of the bear. "Do
you think you can keep the bear from getting to you?"

"I'll try!" she yelled. "Greg, I'm scared!"

"I know, honey," he said back, surprisingly calmly, "but if you can distract
it for just a second, I'll open the door, you jump in, and I'll put it in
reverse!"

"I'll try!" she yelled, her voice quavering in fear.

Anna lowered her shoulder and braced the tabletop against it. She absorbed two
more heavy blows to the table legs.

Then she charged the bear!

Her rush caught it off-guard, and it luched back, but her momentum carried the
table into its body. Anna's great strength bowled the creature right off its
hind legs to drop heavily onto the ground! She threw the table hard at the
bear, then turned and sprinted back to the van. She jumped in the van,
slamming the door behind her.

"Go!" she screamed, and Greg jammed the gearshift into reverse, backing out of
the campsite and turning onto the road.

The bear, stunned by being smashed by the heavy wooden table, struggled
briefly, forelegs smashing at the underside of the table atop it, and managed
to pitch it off onto to its side. The table hurtled away from the enraged
animal, flipping upside down and tossing broken timbers into the underbrush.
It struggled to its feet in time to see the van rocket down the road.

It gave a brief pursuit, bellowing in protest, but after a few yards, turned
tail and went back to its young hiding in the underbrush.

"Holy shit!" both kids said in unison as they raced down the road.

Anna sat for a second, blank-faced, then reached over and gave Greg such a
crushing hug that he nearly drove off the road.

"You're my hero!" she said, hugging him tightly to her.

Greg recovered in time to swerve into his lane as an oncoming Jeep honked in
protest.

"What? What did I do?" he asked. "You just fought off a fucking BEAR!"

"I didn't fight it," she said, "I kept it from ripping my head off! You were
so cool and collected! You had the plan that kept me from getting hurt! You
are awesome!"

Greg quickly pulled over as Anna practically attacked him. He barely was able
to put the van into park before she yanked him up out of the seat and into the
back.

Anna swung his body around in the back of the van and lay him on the floor in
between the captain's chairs in the middle of the cabin.

"You are the most wonderful man EVER!" she cried and tore his shirt off him so
forcefully the buttons shot off and ricocheted around the cabin.

"Anna... ohh," Greg moaned as she planted kisses over his bared chest, "you're
the hero! If you hadn't been there, that thing would've ripped me apart!"

Anna didn't respond, only increased her fervent kissing as her big body bore
down on Greg.

Greg was harder than he ever had been. His girlfriend was so strong that she
stood her ground against a Grizzly Bear! They weighed a thousand pounds and
could kill a horse with one swipe of their paw, yet Anna's immense strength
kept the enraged animal at bay. She even was able to knock it off its feet by
charging it with her mighty legs!

"God, Anna, just thinking about you fighting off that thing is making me
crazy!" Greg moaned as Anna worked her way down to his hips, kissing and
licking his engorged member as she slid his shorts over his hips. "You're so
damn strong!"

Normally that phrase would elicit a chuckle from her, but she was so
impassioned, nearly out of her mind from their dangerous encounter, that she
was a woman possessed. He wasn't sure if it was a nod to his statement or not,
but suddenly Anna gripped Greg's hips from behind and pushed him into her
mouth, then bent upward until she was on her knees with Greg's body held in
front of her, his head inches from the raised part of the conversion van's
ceiling.

Greg gasped, and brought his hands down to her hair as Anna's strong arms
pistoned back and forth, furiously fellating Greg. His body shook back and
forth with her strong motion, and he curled his hands tighter into her hair to
keep from being shaken so strongly that his head would slam back into the
raised potion of the van's roof.

Greg realized as he shook in her arms that her arms were shaking all by
themselves. He was able to look down to her face to see that she had tears
streaming out of her eyes, and had an almost terrified look on her face as she
manipulated Greg's body.

Greg wanted to stop her, to console her fright, but was unable to even come to
his senses from Anna's assault on his manhood. He jerked back and forth, the
sensations overwhelming him, until he stiffened and came hard, jerking
backward and actually hitting his head on the back of the van's ceiling he had
been so careful to avoid earlier.

The sharp blow just under the curve of his head brought him abruptly out of
euphoria and to his senses. Anna abruptly stopped jerking Greg back and forth,
hugging him tightly to her. He could feel how badly she was shaking now that
her arms had stopped moving.

"Oh, God, Anna..." Greg said, curling down to hug the top of her head, and she
pulled his cock out of her mouth and lowered him until she was hugging him
fiercely, sobbing. "It's okay, honey... we're okay!"

She held him tightly to her, her big arms nearly wrapped all the way around
his body.

After a brief while, she had calmed enough to speak.

"I saw that thing coming at you and I was so terrified it would hurt you
Greg," she sobbed. "I don't know what I'd do if you were hurt again! I
couldn't keep you from being hurt back when those guys ambushed me, but
nothing's going to hurt you from now on!"

Except you, Greg thought briefly, as Anna crushed his chest to her face, her
gigantic arms constricting around his torso.

The outpouring of love he felt, though, overcame his momentary discomfort as
he hugged her tightly in return. She was willing to risk her life to keep him
safe. A greater demonstration of love could she have never shown him. He held
his Amazon girlfriend to his chest as he hung in her strong arms.

I wonder what the return trip will be like? he thought.