Donna and Larry - chapter 4
By Rambler
The romance continues



I called Donna the next morning and left a message on her answering machine. Then I
went out to do some shopping. When I returned I called her again.
"Hello?" she answered.
"Hi, Donna," I said. "It's Larry."
"Hi, there," she said, in a soft, sexy voice. "How are you, sweetie?"
"Fine, beautiful," I said softly. "How are you?"
"Just..just..great!" she said. "Did you sleep good?" she asked.
"Not really," I said.
"Why?" she questioned. "What's the matter?"
"I don't know," I said. "I just don't know where I'm going right now."
"I know," she said. "I feel the same way."
"Did you sleep okay?" I asked.
"Like a log," she whispered. "You know, you just about wore me out."
"Aw, come on, Donna," I said. "That's a little hard to believe."
"It's true," she said. "You...you.....you were fantastic!"
"No, Donna," I said softly, "You were!"
"No, Larry," she whispered back, "you were just...."
"No, Donna," I said again, "you were..."
"Larry," she said, "Don't you see?"
"What?" I said, softly.
"It was us, Larr. We're a perfect fit!" she said. "You and me, sweetie. We were 
made for each other!"
"Yeah! You're right!" I said. "We are perfect together. You'd never know by
 looking at us, would you?"
"That doesn't matter, Larr," she continued. "We fit each other. You and me.
 Me and you. It couldn't be any better!  When am I going to see you again?"
"I don't know," I said, "but it won't be soon enough."
"Larr," she said, "Why don't you come to the gym some night this week? I'll be
 there every night. You could be my training partner."
"Me?" I asked, "your training partner? They'd probably laugh me right out of 
the gym!"
"I told you before they wouldn't, " she said. "Come on, Larr, please come over 
some night?"
"Okay, okay," I said, "I'll try and make it."
"Good," she said, "You don't have to call, just show up. Be sure and bring your
 own towel, and some toiletries, in case you want to shower."
"Okay, Donna, I'll really try to get there," I said.
"Good," she said. "Larry, I really miss you."
"Donna, I miss you, too," I answered.
"See you some night then?" she asked.
"Okay, beautiful," I answered.
Wednesday night was usually my night to watch my daughter, but she went over 
to a friends house instead. Her friends' mother said she would bring her home. I
decided to go to the gym. I packed a carryall bag with the things Donna had suggested
and off I went. When I arrived at the gym, I didn't see her car in the lot but decided
to go in just the same.
There was a young man behind the counter, and I asked him if Donna was there.
"Yes, she's here," he answered. "And whom shall I say is calling?" he asked politely.
"My name is Larry," I said.
"Larry," he said. "Oh, Larry. Sure, just a minute." And he disappeared into the gym.
He sounded as if he knew who I was. What was she telling her friends about me?
She appeared in a minute, wiping herself with a towel.
"Hi, Larr!" she said, enthusiastically. She grabbed my hand. "Come on in!"
We went in, and she took me over to a weight bench. The gym was clean, and had the 
usual smell. There was plenty of equipment including different types of weight
machines, benches, aerobic machines and treadmills. 
"You're  just in time to spot me," she said. She lay down on the bench and in each 
hand picked up a barbell packed full of weights. 
"Get behind me and put your hands on my elbows," she said. I did as she said, and
she began pumping the weights up and down slowly, counting as she went along.
When she got to seven she said, "Okay, Larr, spot me!"
I put my hands under her elbows, and I had to gently help her on the last pump.
When she finished, she put the weights down, sat up and shook her arms.
"How much weight did you have on the bars?" I asked.
"Eighty pounds each," she said, matter-of- factly.
"My God, Donna!" I said. "That's a lot of weight. You did that like it was nothing!"
"You get used to it," she smiled. "I've done more."
"What muscles are you working?" I asked.
"Shoulders," she said. "They're called shoulder presses."
"I see. Looks like you've done that exercise a lot," I said, admiring her shoulders.
She smiled. "Come on, we have a few more things to do," she said.
She did a few more exercises on different equipment, then we went to the treadmill. 
As she went through her workouts, she introduced me to some of her ladyfriends.
I noticed one in particular, Lynn, who had the face of a model, shoulder length
blonde hair, and a rather ample bosom.
We walked on adjoining treadmills, and although she went faster than me, she was 
surprised that I did so well.
"I do this a few times a week," I told her, "so I'm used to it. It's more for my heart 
than anything else."
When we were done, she went to shower, and I went into the lobby to wait for her.
As I was paging through one of the magazines there, her friend Lynn came in and
sat down next to me. 
"Hi," she said, in a soft, sexy voice. "So you're Larry. Donna's told me about you."
She was wearing a tank top, and as she spoke she leaned over, exposing a large 
portion of her ample breasts. 
"What did she say about me?" I asked, looking directly into her eyes.
"Well," she said, still leaning over, "she said that she really liked you, and that you 
were kind of special." She leaned over closer, and her face was inches from mine.
"In what way?" I asked, trying not to look directly at her large breasts.
"Just that she enjoyed being with you and that, well..." she hesitated, "...she thinks 
you're sexy."
"She said that about me?" I asked, looking directly in her eyes.
"Yes she did," she said. Her face was almost touching mine. "She said every girl
should have a guy like you."
"She did? Oh..." I was at a loss for words. 
"Maybe sometime you'd like to give some of us a little demonstration." she said.
She took my hand and placed it on her breast. "And maybe we could show you
a thing or two." she said. "Think about it, Larry!"
She released my hand, stood up and walked back into the gym. As she did, Donna 
came through the door.
"Hi," she said to me. "Ready?"
"Yes," I said.
"Let's go back to my place for some tea," she said.
"Tea for two," I said. "Sounds like fun!"
"Tea and talk," she said. "Is that okay with you?"
"As long as I'm with you," I said.
"Tell me," she said, "Did you talk to Lynn?"
"Yes," I said, sheepishly.
"Uh huh. Did she come on to you?" she asked.
"What makes you say that?" I asked, innocently.
"She always does that," she said. "She's always flaunting her looks. And I'll bet she
 bent over and gave you a nice view!" My face turned red. "I knew it!" she said, angrily.
"Come on, Donna," I said. "You know how I feel about you. I wouldn't even think
about fooling around with her. You know that!"
"Okay," she said, hugging my arm. "I'm sorry."
"No apology needed," I said. "Come on, I'll follow you home."
When we got to her place, she flopped down on the sofa. 
"Whew!" she said, "I'm beat!"
"How about if I make the tea and you relax," I said.
"No, no," she said. "I want to help." she stood up and came into the kitchen area.
As she did she rolled up the sleeves of her tee shirt, exposing her large biceps and
massive shoulders.
"Here," she said very softly, "Is this better, Larry?"
"Oh, my God, Donna!" I stammered. "You....you're beautiful!"
"You're so sweet!" she whispered. We wrapped our arms around each other and kissed
a very hard and long kiss. Our tongues played happily with each other, and I ran my
hands all up and down her massive back.
"I love you," I whispered in her ear.
"I love you" she said, softly, in my ear. "God, I love you!" We kissed another long hard 
kiss.
"Come on," she said, "let's have our tea and sit on the sofa. I just want to talk to you."
We sat on the sofa, and she looked at me with those beautiful dark eyes.
"Tell me about your daughter, honey," she said.
"Well," I said, "she's twelve years old, and she'll be thirteen in a few months. 
We adopted her when she was an infant, and until just a few weeks ago, she was
the only apple of my eye. Of course, you've changed all that. She does very well
in school. She's an honor student. And she's a gymnast."
"What level gymnast is she?" asked Donna.
"She's a six," I answered, "and next year she'll probably go to level eight."
"Sounds like she's progressing very well," said Donna.
"Yes she is," I said. "She goes five times a week, and she really loves it."
"I'd like to see her compete sometime, Larry," she said.
"I don't know, Donna," I said. "Don't you think we might be asking for trouble?"
"No, Larry," she answered, "You wouldn't even know I was there. I just want to see 
her perform. When's her next meet?"
"Donna, I don't think we should do this," I said. "I'm scared that something would go
wrong, and then what would happen?"
"Larry, you worry too much," she said. "Honest, honey, you wouldn't know I was there.
Now, tell me where her next meet is, please, honey?" She leaned closer to me, took 
my arm in hers and pressed her bicep into the back of my arm and flexed it. It was hard 
as a rock and felt bigger than a baseball.
"My God, Donna," I whispered, "What are you doing to me?"
"You like that, don't you honey," she whispered. "Does that turn you on?"
"Y-yes," I stammered.
"Good," she whispered. "It's supposed to." Her lips were just touching mine. "Now tell
Donna where her next meet is." she said, pushing her arm even harder into mine.
"I-it's this Saturday," I said, hesitantly, and I told her where and what time.
"Good," she said. "I'll be there."
"Donna, I still don't think it's such a good idea," I protested.
"Stop worrying, Larr," she said. "You know I wouldn't do anything to jeopardize our 
situation, don't you?"
"Well," I said, "I hope not."
"Listen, you," she said, "I love you and I want to know all about you. I want to be with
you and go where you go. Do you understand, honey?"
"Yes, honey," I answered. "I love you, too, and I want to be with you all the time. But
I still think this is a little chancy."
"I promise you, Larry," she said, "nothing bad will happen. I'm going and that's that!"
She wrapped her big arms around me and we kissed a long, hard kiss. Our tongues 
darted in and out of our mouths and played with each other. 
"You're beautiful, Donna," I whispered, "and I love you!"
"Love you, too, sweetheart," she whispered. "And I think you better go now, honey."
"I think you're right," I said.
We got up and walked to the door, arm in arm.
"Good night, my beautiful lady," I whispered. "I love you very much, honey."
"I love you, too, my wonderful guy," she whispered. We kissed another long, hard 
kiss. I ran my hands up and down her hard back muscles. 
"I'll see you Saturday, honey," she said. "And stop worrying about it."
"Okay, honey," I said. "See you Saturday."
"Good night, sweetheart. Love you," she said.
"Good night,  honey. Love you, too," I said. She opened the door, gave me a short
kiss, and I left.
I was very apprehensive as I drove my family to the gymnastics meet that Saturday. 
Would Donna be there, and could we totally avoid each other? And what if something
went wrong? These and other questions played in my mind as we drove to the meet.
When we arrived, we all went inside the gym, and my daughter went to join the rest
of her team.  As was my usual custom, I brought along my video camera to tape my 
daughter in competition. I mingled with the parents of the other team members but
kept watching the door to see if Donna arrived. I was talking to one of the parents
when I caught a glimpse of her. She was with her friend, Lynn, the busty,  model-like
beauty. They spotted me, and Lynn waved to me. Donna grabbed her hand, pulled it 
down, and gave her a nasty look while she appeared to be admonishing her. They went 
to the other side of the viewing stand. Donna gently smiled at me, and I smiled back.
I could feel my heart racing and the blood rushing to my head. 
After the girls had finished their warm-ups, they all came over to see their families
before the meet started. As my daughter stood talking with us, I glanced over at Donna.
She smiled slightly and nodded approvingly. Now she had finally seen my family and
especially the apple of my eyes, my daughter. I couldn't help but wonder what she 
was thinking. The girls did their march-in, and the meet began. When it was my 
daughter's turn to compete, I taped her, then looked at Donna sort of sideways. She
smiled and nodded slightly. It was hard to keep my eyes from Donna, and our eyes
met often and seemed to be communicating. We would just smile subtly at each other
and nod our heads gently. No one seemed to notice our communications. When the
meet was over, my daughter had scored the highest all-around she had ever scored,
and had her highest individual, scoring a 9.50 on the uneven bars. Needless to say,
she finished first in her age group, and when her name was announced and she came 
forward to receive her award, we clapped loudly and cheered. I looked at Donna, and
she was cheering and clapping for her, too. I felt very proud. She looked at me, smiled,
and gave me a wink. As we mingled with the rest of the parents and gymnasts, I 
caught Donna's eyes. She motioned for me to go outside. 
"I'll be right back," I told my family. "Want to put the camera in the car."
I walked right past Donna, our eyes met, but I never acknowledged her. She followed
me out the door, and told Lynn to wait at the door for her. She followed about twenty 
feet behind me, and I never looked back. I felt as if I were in a clandestine setting.
I turned the corner of the building to where my car was parked. There was no one 
around.  When I reached the car, I opened the trunk and set the camera in it. 
As I did I felt her huge arms wrap around my chest and squeeze me in a tremendous
vise-like grip.
"Oh, Larr," she whispered, "she's just beautiful. No wonder you're so proud of her!"
I turned around and she locked her lips to mine in a long, hard kiss. She squeezed me 
tightly again with her massive strength. Our tongues played happily with each other.
"Donna, please!" I said. "If the wrong people see us...."
"Don't worry, " she said, softly, " Nobody's around, honey. I've been watching."
She released her grip on me, and we held hands very lightly.
"First place!" she said, emphatically. "I'll bet you're one proud daddy!"
"I sure am, Donna," I answered. "You know, this is the best meet she's ever had? I'm
so glad you were able to see her at her best, honey!"
"Oh, Larry," she said. "I just can't get over how beautiful and talented she is. I want
to meet her. Please? When can I meet her?"
"Oh, Donna," I said, "I don't know if we can do that. It might be downright dangerous!"
"I don't care," she answered. "We'll think of something, won't we, honey? We can do 
anything together, you and me. I feel almost as if, well.... as if she were mine. But 
only because she's yours, and, well... I guess I want everything that's yours to be mine,
too, sweetheart. That's....just the way I feel about you, honey. You're so lucky to have her!"
"I know, honey," I said. "Maybe we can work something out."
"We better get out of here, honey," she said. "Someone's liable to see us."
She gave me a quick kiss.
"Call me, Larr," she said softly.
"I will, promise," I answered.
"Love you, Larr. Love you like crazy!" she said.
"Love you too, honey. Very much!" I answered.
She turned and walked away. I followed her at a safe distance, watching her beautiful
round derriere sway gently and her massive calf muscles strain against her jeans as 
she walked.
"Lady," I said to myself, "You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. Anytime.
Anyplace. Anywhere. You are without a doubt the greatest. You are right. I am lucky.
Lucky to have you. And my daughter. Maybe we can bring them together."

I called her every night the next week and left short love messages on her machine,
something like  this: "Hi, honey. It's me. Just called to tell you that I love you to death
and can't wait to see you again. Don't forget me!" I had no way of knowing what her
reactions were to the messages. I only hoped they made her feel happy.
On Thursday night I was able to get away for awhile. I loaded up my gym bag and headed
out for Donna's gym. When I arrived, I was greeted by the same young man as before,
and he went and got Donna.
"What a pleasant surprise!" she said as she greeted me. She took my hand. "Come on,
Larry. Let's go workout together."
"You want me to workout with you?" I asked.
"Sure do!" she answered. "I'm going to give you a real workout tonight, honey! You'll
love it!"
She worked me pretty hard that night. We did arm and shoulder work. I spotted her, and
I was totally amazed at her tremendous strength. She was able to lift many times the
amount of weight as I could. She was wearing a sleeveless top, and when she worked,
her biceps, shoulders, and forearms grew tremendously in size, and her veins strained
against her skin. I spotted her, and when I touched her skin I felt an electrifying jolt go
through my body. I was totally enraptured by the size and mass of her huge muscles,
and by her amazing power and strength.  Afterwards, she had me do some sit-ups.
"Got to get rid of that belly, hon," she said. Then we walked side by side on treadmills.
Afterwards, we went back to her place for some tea.
We made tea together, then sat down on her sofa.
"I got your messages, honey," she said. "They were great, and kept me going all week.
Don't stop sending them. I wish there was a way I could call you and tell you how much
I love you everyday."
"You can't call me at home, Donna," I said. "That would be disastrous! And you know it!"
"I know," she said. "But what if I have to get in touch with you?  Isn't there some  way 
to call you?"
"You could always call Bob at the shop," I said. "Then he could relay the message 
to me."
"Okay, honey," she said. "But I'd love to be able to leave you little love messages
just like the ones  you leave me. You can't imagine how good it makes me feel."
"I know," I said. "I'm glad you like them."
"Larry," she said, "I have another question to ask you."
"What is it, honey?" I asked.
"I know you go to lots of old car shows," she said, " and I was wondering if we
could go to one together sometime. It's just that I want to be with you and do what 
you like to do, honey."
"Oh, Donna," I answered, " I don't know. I have lots of friends in the hobby. If 
they ever found out about us, it would be all over for us."
"Do your friends bring their families to the shows?" she asked.
"Just about all of them do, why?" I asked.
"Does you family go with you, too?" she asked.
"No," I said, "Not hardly ever."
"Why not?" she asked.
"I don't know," I said. "They just don't like to go."
"But don't they know that a family should do things together?" she asked. "Don't 
they like your friends, or something?"
"I don't know, Donna. They just don't like to go," I said, sounding annoyed.
"But you'd like them to go, wouldn't you," she said.
"Sure I would," I said. "But they just don't want to go, that's all."
"Don't they like your friends?" she asked. 
"Yes, they do," I replied. "But they just don't like old car shows." I was getting a little 
annoyed with this line of questioning.
"Hmmm," she said. " I think I detect a little bit of unhappiness here on your part. Seems 
to me that all of your friends take their families, and good old Larr gets to go all by 
his little lonesome. Don't you feel lonely sometimes driving by yourself to those
shows?"
"Just what point are you trying to make, Donna?" I asked, still a bit annoyed.
"It's just that you like your old car, and your old car friends, and I'm sure you love 
your family. And I think your family should go with you just to be with you and show
you that they love you. Your friends can't be all bad. I'm sure they're good people.
What's the matter with your family? Are they stupid, or something?"
"No, Donna!"......
"Listen to me," she said, and she leaned over and pressed her big arm to mine. It was
hot as fire and hard as iron. "I have the feeling that your friends just might think
there's something missing from your life. And I don't think that they would see anything
wrong if you tried to spice it up a little bit, like with a ladyfriend. Think about it, honey."
I looked at her. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. "You're really serious about
this, aren't you," I said.
"Do you think I might be right, Larr?" she asked.
"I never thought of it like that," I said. "You got me thinking."
"Good," she said, "because I've been thinking a lot about it, and about us. Even though
I'm so happy that we met and we've fallen in love, I kept wondering why a guy like
you with such a lovely family would think of having an affair, or falling in love with
someone else. There has to be something missing from your life, honey. Did I convince
you, sweetheart?"
I looked at her and nodded my head slowly. "Smart little girl  you've got here, Larry."
"And you thought that I was just some dumbbell musclegirl, didn't you," she said.
"I never said that, Donna," I said.
"Yeah, but you thought it," she said, "didn't you!"  She smiled at me. "But I still 
want to go to a car show with you, honey. Maybe you can find one where your
friends won't all be there. Is that possible, honey?"
"Oh, it's possible, sweetheart," I said. " Let me look into it, and maybe I'll find
something."
"Good," she said, squeezing my arm. "I can't wait to go!"
"And speaking of going, I think I'd better," I said.
"You're right, honey," she said. We stood up and walked to the door, arm in arm.
At the door, we turned and faced each other. She wrapped her huge arms around me,
and we kissed a long, hard kiss. I ran my hands up and down the high peaks
and deep valleys of her heavily muscled back and over her perfectly rounded derriere. 
She pressed her hips to mine and did a slow gyration. I knew she could feel my 
erection. 
"Love you, Donna," I whispered in her ear.
"Love you, too, Larr," she whispered back. "Love you, love you, love you, honey!"
"I'll call you," I said as she opened the door. 
"Okay, honey," she said. "Call me tomorrow. I love you."
"I love you, too." I said. The door closed behind me, and I left.
The following day my family  informed me that they were going to the seashore 
Saturday afternoon. That meant that I was free to see Donna on Saturday night. I called
her several times, and she finally answered the phone.
"Hi Donna," I said. "Listen, my family his going to the seashore Saturday afternoon and
will be staying overnight. Can we go out Saturday night?" I asked.
"No , Larry, we can't," she said, seriously.
"Why?" I asked.  "What's the matter?"
"Of course we can go out," she said. "I was just kidding!"
"Whew!" I said. "Lady, you put a scare into me!"
"I'm sorry," she said. "I didn't mean to."
"It's okay," I said. "Think of something you'd like to do, and I'll call you Saturday to
talk about it."
"I already know, Larr," she said. "Let's go to the club."
"Fine with me," I said. "What time should I pick you up?"
"Pick me up at seven, and we'll have dinner there. Is that okay?" she asked.
"Great!" I said. "Seven it is!"
"And Larr," she said, "loose the tie."
"What?" I asked.
"You don't have to wear a tie," she said. "Just a sport shirt and jacket."
"How about pants?" I joked.
"They would help," she said, wryly. "You're the one that would look silly, not me!"
"Okay," I said, " I'll try and remember them!"
"That would be nice," she said. "See you Saturday!"
"See you then," I said. "Love you, honey!"
"Love you, too, sweetie," she said. And we hung up.
I dressed very carefully for Saturday night, hoping that I would look my best for Donna.
And, of course, I brought along some protection. Didn't want to be embarrassed like I
almost was the last time. I arrived promptly at seven and rang her bell.
"It's open, Larr" she said, through the speaker phone. "Come on up!"
I climbed the steps and knocked on her door. She open it and stood there for me to
admire. She looked absolutely ravishing. She had on a dark blue dress with a high neck.
It was sleeveless all the way up to her neck, revealing fully her massive, striated 
shoulders. The dress hugged her waist and hips tightly, and the slightly flared skirt 
stopped short well above the midpoint of her large, muscular thighs. She was wearing
three inch heels, so all of her muscles in her legs were accentuated fully, and she stood
about three inches taller than me. It was an overpowering felling. 
"Hi!" she said, bending over slightly and kissing my cheek. "Missed you, sweetie,"
she said, softly.
"Missed you, too, honey," I said. I looked directly into her beautiful dark eyes. "Donna,	
you look lovely," I said.
"Thank you, sweetie," she said. She wrapped her arm around mine. "Come on, honey,"
she said. "Let's go!"
At her car, I opened her door and she slid all the way over to my side. When I got in,
she pushed herself up against me. Her skirt was pulled up as high as it would go,
revealing fully those huge, muscular thighs. She looked at me and winked, took my 
right hand and placed it between her thighs and pushed it all the way up to her lap as
far as it would go. Then she squeezed her thighs tightly around my hand,  placed 
her left arm around my neck, and put her right hand on the inside if my right leg and
pushed it all the way up as far as it would go, into my lap.
"Donna," I said, dizzily, "I don't think I can drive like this."
"Yes you can," she said, her lips touching my ear. "Try it. I know you can. You can 
do anything, sweetheart."
I managed to drive to the club onehanded. All the while, she asked me questions about 
different things, and I tried my best to answer them. Her legs were very hot,, and she 
held my hand so tightly in them that the ends of my fingers began to numb. We 
arrived at the club, went in and got a booth. We sat down briefly, then decided to go 
to the bar to get some wine. On the way we stopped and talked to some of her friends.
She introduced me to some new people, among them a beautiful black lady, Tonya, 
a college basketball player. She was quite tall, and promised me a dance later. We 
also saw Lisa, the Javelin thrower. I told her that I had brought pictures of some
Javelin cars, and that I would give them to her if she would dance with me. She agreed,
and Donna and I, wine glasses in hand, made our way back to our booth. We sat
down, and she held my hand tightly. We sipped our wine and gazed into each others 
eyes.
"What do want to talk about?" she asked.
"I don't know," I said. "Think of something."
"I don't know, either," she said softly, her lips almost touching mine. "Oh, yes I do,
Larry. Did you find a car show we can go to soon?"
"Y-yes, I think I did," I stammered. "There's one next Saturday that I don't think any
of my friends will go to. Maybe we can go to it." Her lips were just brushing mine.
"That's a shame, honey," she whispered. "I'd like to meet them."
"I know, honey," I said, " but I'm really afraid to do that. I don't know what would 
happen if... you know..."
"If your friends saw you with another woman," she whispered.
"Yes," I said. "I'm really scared of that."
"Don't worry about it, sweetheart," she said. "We'll work something out, you and me.
We can do it. We're a great team together. We'll make this thing work, you and me.
I know we can. I love you, Larr."
"I love you too, Donna," I whispered.
"Honey," she said, softly, "we haven't danced yet tonight . I want to hold you.
 Dance with me, please?"
"You don't have to ask twice," I said. "Let's go."
We got up and made our way to the dance floor, arm in arm. Out on the floor, we faced
each other. She wrapped her left arm around my neck, and put her right arm around my
waist, pulling me right up to her body. I put my arms around her waist. 
"Hold me tight, Larr," she whispered in my ear, as she pressed herself hard to me. She
held me very tightly to her. I nuzzled my face to her neck, looking directly at her huge
right shoulder. I moved my head over and kissed it gently, then put my face back to her
neck.
"You're beautiful, Donna," I whispered in her ear.
"Larry," she whispered, "I know I'm not beauti.....
"Yes you are," I interrupted. "You're the most beautiful lady I've ever seen, honey.
And I really mean that. I don't care what you think. I think you're beautiful, Donna."
"You're so sweet, Larry," she whispered. "I just can't believe this is happening to me.
Nobody's ever treated me the way you do, honey."
"That's because nobody's ever taken the time to really get to know you, Donna," I said.
"You're a real lady, and you deserve to be treated like one. And if I ever stop treating
you like a lady, you'd better straighten me out real quick. You're the best, honey. The
best I guy could ever have! Now, hold me like you know how."
I felt her tighten her arms around me. Her grip was almost vise-like. Our bodies pressed
tightly against each other as we swayed to the music. Her hips gyrated slowly against
mine, and I knew she could feel my totally erect manhood.
I kissed her neck lightly as we moved. When the music ended, we held each other for
several seconds, then released. The music started again, and we embraced. She held me
even tighter, and I could feel her tremendous strength pulling me to her. She held me so
tight I could barely breathe.
"You okay, sweetie?" she asked.
"Y-yes, honey," I answered. "God! You're so strong, Donna!"
"Did I hurt you, honey,?" she asked. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to, sweetheart."
"It's okay, honey," I answered. "Hold me just the way you are. You're really strong!"
"Donna's ....very..... strong,.....honey...." she whispered slowly. "Very..... strong,... honey....
Just..... for you, ..... for... you....Donna.....loves..you,..honey....Strong....just... for..you.."
As the music ended, we released each other and made our way back to our table.
We sipped our wine and made small talk for a while. Then the dee-jay announced,
"Ladies Choice!"
"Here's where you get to dance, Larr," said Donna. "Looks like someone's coming 
over."
It was Lisa, the track athlete.
"Hi, Larry," she said. "Will you dance with me, please?" I looked at Donna, and she
nodded approvingly.
I stood up, and we walked out to the dance floor. We turned and faced each other, and
she put her arms around my waist, pulling me close to her. I gently put my arms 
around her back. She was almost six feet tall and very muscular. She lowered her 
face directly to mine, and I could feel her hot breath.
"Would you like to see the pictures of the Javelin cars?" I asked.
"Yes," she said. " Let's see them." I took the two pictures from my jacket pocket and
gave them to her.
"It's hard to tell in this light," she said, "but they really look like nice cars, Larry. 
Do you have friends that own them?" she asked.
"Yes," I answered. " There are lots of them in the clubs I belong to."
"I'd like to see them sometime," she said. "Do you think you could take me to a show
sometime?"
"Well," I answered, "I could tell you when and where the show is. You could bring a
friend and look at all of our cars."
"That's true," she said, "but I'd really like to go with you, Larry." I felt her arms 
tighten around me even more. She was very strong.
"I think Donna might have something to say about that, Lisa," I said.
"Donna said you like big girls, Larry," she said in a low, sexy voice. "Is that true?"
"W-well," I stammered, "I guess.....I ..guess I do."
"I'm a big girl, Larry. Do you like me?" she asked, softly.
"I..I really don't know you...very well,....Lisa." I was groping for words, and felt 
embarrassed by all this.
"Do you think you could like me?" she asked. "After all, I am big and strong." Her 
face was just brushing against mine. Suddenly I had this terrible feeling. I tried to
look away for Donna, but I couldn't find her. If she saw me like this I knew she 
wouldn't be very happy. 
"Donna says you're a pretty good guy, Larry," she whispered. "Do you think you'd
like to show me how good you are, Larry?" she asked. She was squeezing me very
tightly against her. I tried to look for Donna but still couldn't find her.
"Maybe if you spent some time with me you'd get to like me," she said as she pulled
me even tighter to her body. "I'm really very big and strong, Larry. I'm six feet tall
and I weigh 200 pounds. Just the kind of girl you like. If you ever have some free time
you could come over to my place and we could talk, or whatever. Here's my phone
number," she said, as she slipped a small piece of paper into my side jacket pocket.
"Call me anytime, Larry. I think we could become really good friends." Just then
the music ended.
"Call me, Larry," she whispered, as we parted. I was totally stunned. I turned to look
for Donna. She was standing right behind me with  her arms folded. I looked at her,
and I felt my face turn red.
"What was that all about?" she asked sternly. 
"Oh, nothing," I said, nervously. "I just gave her the pictures of the cars, and we talked
about them."
"And what else did we talk about?" she said, sarcastically.
"We--we just talked," I stammered.
"Looked like she held you pretty tight, Larry." she said. "Did you like that?"
"Donna, I don't know what we did," I answered, defensively. "I gave her the pictures 
and we talked, that's all."
"Okay, okay," she said with a sigh. But I could tell she wasn't very happy.
"Come on, Donna," I pleaded, "please don't be mad at me. If you think I did 
something wrong, then I apologize, honey. Now come and dance with me, please?"
She looked at me with those big , dark eyes.
"I'm sorry, sweetie," she said, "I guess I was a little jealous, that's all."
"You shouldn't be, Donna," I said., "You know you're the only one for me, don't you,
honey? And you know how much I love you!"
"Okay," she said. "Let's dance." We made our way to the dance floor and embraced
each other as the music played. We held each other very tight, and we kissed lightly.
I had to look up to her, and I was completely captivated by her loveliness, and her 
tremendous muscularity. I was engulfed by the warmth of her body, and once again
I had this feeling of reentering the womb. 
We ordered dinner, Caesar Salad for two, and after dinner we danced some more.
"Ladies Choice"! Boomed the dee-jay over the microphone.
"Well, Larr," said Donna, "Let's see who picks you this time.  Oops! I think I see a
customer. Take a look!"
I saw Tonya, the extremely tall black girl approaching.
"I gotta see how you handle this one, Larr," she said sarcastically. "This ought to be
really good! Really good!  Have fun, sweetie!"
I couldn't believe this giantess was approaching me. She was stunning in her white
sleeveless blouse and very short black skirt. Her arms and legs were longer than I 
could ever remember seeing on any human being.
"Would you like to dance, Larry?" she said, in a low, soft, husky voice.
"Y-yes," I stammered. It was all I could say. I looked at Donna, and she had a big 
smirk on her face. I saw her giggle as we started towards the dance floor.
Tonya's hands were very large. Out on the floor, she put her left hand behind me 
at my waist. Her right hand she placed directly behind my head and tilted it up 
toward her face. My head rested lightly on her nicely shaped, soft breasts.
"I've seen you at the gym with Donna," she said. She stared down at me with her
beautiful dark eyes. I had to strain my neck to look into hers. "I can see you enjoy
being with her."
"Y-yes, I do," I stuttered. "She's teaching me about weightlifting and conditioning. I'm
really starting to like it, although I'm sure that part of it is just being with her. She says
I'm a good spotter for her."
"Yes, I've noticed that," she said. "You spot her very well. Have you ever spotted 
anyone else?", she asked, in her husky voice.
"No," I answered, "she's the only one I've tried it with."
"Next time you go, Larry, do you think you could try and spot me?" she asked.
"Well......well...I.....I..." I was totally lost for words.
"You could do it, Larry," she said. "We might have some fun together, you and me."
"Well.....well......I...don't ...know...." I stammered. "Donna might not......"
"And you could come over to my place afterward," she said, in a sexy voice. "Here,"
she said, as she placed a small piece of paper in my jacket pocket. "Here's my number.
You can call me anytime." Then she bent down to me, her face nearly touching
mine. She whispered softly to me, "My hands are very big, Larry. I can palm a basketball 
in them. They would just love to roam all over your cute little body. And how would 
you like these long arms and legs wrapped around you, baby?  I could make you feel 
good in ways you never dreamed of, baby." Just then the music ended. "Give me a call, 
baby. I'll be waiting!" She released me and left me standing there, stunned. I regained my 
composure and made my way back to our booth. Donna was sitting there tapping her 
finger nervously on the table.
"And did we have fun again?" she asked, sarcastically, still tapping her finger on 
the table.
"Young lady," I said, sternly, "Just what is it you're telling these people about me?"
"What do you mean?" she asked, kind of sheepishly. I had the feeling she had been
exaggerating some things about me.
"Come on, Donna," I said again, "I know you've been letting your imagination run
just a little too fast, haven't you?" I asked.
"Well......I......" she stammered.
"Look," I said. "It's been about a hundred years, maybe more, since I've been 
propositioned by a lady. So why is it tonight that it's happened twice! Beautiful young
ladies don't go throwing themselves at guys my age unless somebody's said something
unbelievable about them or there's lots of money involved. I'm sure they all know
that I'm not rich, Donna. Now tell me what you've been saying about me!"
She looked at me and sighed.
"I guess I said some things,....well....I thought they were true.... I don't know....Maybe
I did exaggerate a little. You know, when girls get together they like to talk, and 
sometimes we make things seem better than  they really are. But I thought what I 
said about you was true." she said. "I told them that I thought you were,..well....a
really good lover. And I think you are, Larry."
"Okay, Donna," I said. "But please, honey, try not to say things like that about me. 
It was quite embarrassing, you know!"
"Yeah, but I bet you loved every minute!" she said.
"Well," I said, "I have to admit that it's a real ego booster."
"Don't get any wild ideas," she said. "I can always go and lie to them, tell them that
 you're really not so good!"				
"You wouldn't do that to me, would you, honey?" I asked.
"I just might," she said, "if you don't behave!" She flexed her arm muscle at me.
"You wouldn't want to feel the wrath of these, now, would you, sweetie," she said.
"No, no, no," I pleaded. "Not those huge things!" I said. "Now come on and dance 
with me, honey." We danced a couple more dances together, holding each other very
tightly, kissing lightly, and I was in Heaven again locked in the embrace of her strong,
powerful arms. It was getting rather late, and we decided to leave. We said goodnight 
to her friends, and both Lisa and Tonya gave be special looks, neither of which Donna
saw. Once in her car, Donna put my right hand between her powerful legs just as she
had on the way to the club.
"No, Donna," I said. " I've had a couple of drinks, and I think it's best that I drive 
with both hands, honey. Okay?"
"You're right, as usual, sweetie," she said. "Can I just put my arms around you?"
"Sure, honey," I said. "I'd like that." She wrapped her big arms around me and 
nuzzled her face to my neck. When I looked at her, our lips met, and we kissed
lightly. I was able to drive safely this way. And when we stopped she would take
my hand and place it on her right arm, which was draped around my waist.
"Y'like that, don't you, honey," she asked softly. She flexed her arm slightly.
"Y-yes," she had me stuttering again.
"Love my muscles, honey," she whispered. "They love you. Did you know that,
honey? They do. They want you to touch them. Feel them. Kiss them. They're very
big, honey. Just for you, Larr. Love you, honey. Honest, I do!"
"Love you, too, Donna," I whispered. "You know I do!"
When we got to her place, I parked her car and we walked to her apartment, arm in
arm. She unlocked the door, opened it, and I followed her inside. I turned to close 
the door behind me. When I turned around she slammed me against the door and
practically crushed me between herself and the door with her tremendous strength.
"Oh, God, Larry!", she exclaimed. And she locked her lips to mine in the hardest
kiss I ever had in my life. I could barely breathe. She stood on her toes and pushed 
down on me even harder. Our tongues played with each other, and then she released me.
"I've been waiting for this all night," she whispered. And before I knew what was
happening, she picked me up and gently carried me into her bedroom. She sat me
down on the bed and turned around.
"Unzip me, honey, please," she said, softly. I stood up and carefully pulled her zipper 
all the way down. She quickly stepped out of her dress and kicked off her shoes. She
turned to me, and we were eye to eye. She was wearing only her bra and panties. She 
was lovely! She slowly removed my jacket.
"Did you bring protection, honey?" she asked, coyly.
"It's in my jacket pocket," I said. "I'll get it." I reached over, picked up my jacket and
pulled the package out of the pocket.
"This okay?" I whispered.
"Perfect!" she answered. She took them from me and placed them on the night table.
She slowly unbuttoned my shirt and carefully slid it back over my shoulders, down my 
arms, and dropped it on the floor. Then she sat on the bed and turned me toward her.
Carefully, she undid my belt, unbuttoned the top button of my pants, and ever so slowly
lowered my zipper, pressing against my fully erect manhood as she did. She slid my 
pants down to my feet, and I stepped out of them and removed my shoes. She gasped.
"Oooohhh, Larry!" she said, looking at my erect member. She put her thumbs under 
the top of my shorts and very slowly lowered them to the floor, and I was fully exposed.
"You're beautiful, honey," she gasped. "Just beautiful!" She slowly ran her index finger 
along the side of it. I had goosebumps and a tremendous tingling sensation running all
through my body. She stood up and turned away from me.
"Unhook me, honey," she said softly. I undid her bra, and it fell to the floor, exposing
her perfectly shaped, beautiful breasts. She turned around, and I leaned over and 
gently kissed them and licked her erect nipples. Without a word I slipped my fingers 
under her panties and lowered them down to the floor. She kicked them away, 
and we looked at each other lovingly.
"Come on, honey," she whispered. "I want you inside of me. Now!"
She leaned back on the bed, and at the same time gently lifted me up over her and laid
me down on my back next to her. She then reached over and unwrapped a condom and	
gently placed  it on me. Lifting me up again, she carefully guided me inside her.  Then
she wrapped her huge, powerful legs around mine, and I was completely inside her. She
wrapped her arms around me, squeezing me almost to where I could just breathe. And 
then we started to work. In and out. Back and forth. Up and down. Just as we had 
before. In perfect unison, as one being. Like a perfect symphony. Or a beautifully 
choreographed dance. When she moved, I moved. When I moved, she moved. We 
worked in perfect harmony, knowing exactly what the other partner wanted and needed
for complete satisfaction. She was very strong, but, as I had done before, I kept up 
with her. We kissed and licked each other, our tongues playing gleefully with each
other. We hugged and squeezed and touched. We worked feverishly together. Sweat
gently rolled off our bodies. We worked for what seemed like an eternity until we 
both began to climax. As we came to climax we worked even harder. It was all I 
could do to keep up with her tremendous strength as we worked. Finally, at almost
the same instant, we both came to climax. It was like magic. We both moaned and
each let out a big sigh. And we then  lay limp in each other's arms. After a few 
moments she lifted me out of her, and I ran to the bathroom to dispose of the condom.
When I returned, she was laying on her back staring at the ceiling.  I lay down next
to her, and she looked at me with those big, dark, beautiful eyes. I laid my head on
her big, muscular shoulder.
"Honey," she whispered slowly, "you're the best. I didn't exaggerate to the girls when 
I told them about you. You're the best, honey. The best a girl could ever hope for.
You're like magic, sweetheart, honest. We're so perfect together I just can't believe
it! Never leave me, honey. Never, ever. Love you so much!"
She leaned over and kissed my cheek. 
"Donna, you're just incredible," I whispered. "The only reason that I can be so good
with you is you. You're my little aphrodisiac. You turn me on so much that I can't
help myself, honey. I'll never leave you, honey.  Never. Ever. I love you so much, 
sweetheart!"
I kissed her massive shoulder then moved over to the deep valley formed my her 
huge chest muscles, kissing and licking as I moved. I continued on, kissing her small
but perfectly shaped breasts,  licking and gently sucking on her erect nipples. 
"They're so small, honey," she whispered. "Are they okay? I wish they were  bigger for
you honey. Don't you?"
"No, honey," I said softly. "They're perfect. The best in the world.  They're so soft and
lovely. And perfectly shaped. They couldn't be any better. They're the best, honey and
I love them. I could kiss them and touch them all night. Forever. For the rest of my
life. They're yours and they're perfect, honey. Just like you!"
I started to move down her body, but she grabbed my head with her hands and held me
to her with her powerful grip. I continued kissing, licking, and gently sucking. Finally,
she released me, and I continued down to her rock hard stomach, kissing it and licking
it. I kissed all the mountains and valleys on it, then moved to her womanhood. I 
carefully kissed it and ran my tongue along the outside of it. Then with the tip of my
tongue, I pushed it just to the inside edge of her. She winced and gasped slightly.
I felt her grab my head once again with her strong hands and hold me there. I removed 
my tongue, and kissed her and licked her. Then I slowly ran it back inside her, 
penetrating her just slightly more than before. Again, she winced and held me tighter 
there. I kissed her again and penetrated again. She was moaning slightly as I did it again 
and again. I kissed her and penetrated her a few more times before she finally released me. 
I continued down her huge thighs, again kissing and licking her muscles as I went.
I kissed her knee, and moved down to her lower leg. She moved her leg sideways to
reveal her monstrous calf muscle. She flexed it mightily, and I kissed it and sucked on
the bottom edge of it as it jutted out abruptly from her leg.  It was hard as steel.  I 
moved to her other leg, and she turned it and flexed it just like she had done with
the other one. I worked my way passed her knee, kissed and licked her big thigh, 
and found myself, once again, at her womanhood. I kissed it again, and ran my tongue
gently inside it. She grabbed my head and held it there, and I continued to play my 
tongue inside her. She released me, and I continued up her rock hard stomach to her 
lovely breasts. I kissed them and licked them again. I just couldn't get enough of them.
They were beautiful. I finally moved up to her massive shoulder, kissed it, then moved
to her arm. She flexed it mightily as I kissed it. I put both my hands around it as she
flexed it, but couldn't surround it with both hands. It was huge.
"My God, Donna!" I whispered. "It's so big, honey. I love it. I love you!"
"I'm glad, Larr," she whispered. "It loves you, sweetie. It does. I love you, honey."
She ran her hand down my body to my manhood. It was totally erect. 
"Come on, honey," she said, softly. "I'm ready for you, sweetie. Let me get protection."
She leaned over, picked up a condom, and unwrapped it. Then she rolled me over on my
back and gently placed it on me. And again, as before, she picked me up and guided me
inside her. When she wrapped her huge legs around me, I was completely inside her 
once again. Wrapping her strong arms around me, we began to work.  She kissed me
hard, and our tongues once again became loving playmates. She began whispering 
to me between our kissing and our heavy breathing as we worked.
"Love....you.....Larr,"........... "... Love... to .....hold.....you....tight,......honey."
"...I....hold .....you......tight ....to ....me,...honey....with ....all.... my..... might,....honey."
"...My....arms......can ......hold.....you.... real....tight,......honey".... "They're......very......
strong.,......honey"..  "I.....have ....big.....muscles.......to.....hold.....you.....tight,.... sweetie."
"......Tighter.......than.......you've........ever.....been......held,.......Larry"......"I'm......very....
strong,.......honey.".........  "I.....know.......you.....like......my ......muscles,.......honey."
"......They're.....all.....yours,.....honey.".....   "All.......yours.".....   "Donna's......very....
strong,......honey.".....  "Very......very.....strong."...... "Just .....to......hold.....you,......
honey."......  "My......muscles ......are......very......big.......and ......strong,.....honey."
".....Just......for.....you,.....honey." ....... "For........you."........ "My ......legs....are.....very....
strong,.....honey"...... "They .......hold.......you.......inside......me.......tight,.....honey."
"......Very .......tight."...... "They're........very ........strong,......honey.".......  "Stronger......
than......you'll.......ever....know,.........honey." ...... "I.....know......you......love......my.......
muscles,......honey."........  "You.....told.......me.....so,......honey.".......  "They .....love.......
you,........too,........Larry."........  "They......do."....... "They .........want.......you......to....
touch.......them."........ "Feel........them"........  "Squeeze........them,......honey."......."They're
.......very .......hard,.......honey."........   "And..big,.......honey."......  "Very......very....big,.....
honey." .....  "Big.......hard......muscles,.....honey."......... "And .......strong,.....honey."......
"Very.......very......strong,......honey.".......  "To .....hold......you.......tight,....honey"....
".........Very.........very.......tight,.......honey."........  "As .....  tight.......as...... you've.......
ever......been.....held,......honey.".......  "Nobody.....can......hold......you.....tighter,....
honey,.....than.....me,.....honey."....... "I'm ......the.........strongest,........sweetie.".......
"The ......strongest." ....   "Donna's......the.......strongest......one......for......you,....Larr."
"Nobody's........stronger.......than.......Donna."......  "Nobody.".....  "All......my.....muscles
.......are....just......for......you,.......sweetie."......  "Just.......for......you,.....honey."...
"....I'll ...... make......them......bigger......if......you.....want,......honey."....   "Bigger,....
..honey.".....  "Much.......bigger,......if......you....want,....honey."......  "Just.....for....you."
"As....big.......as.....you.......want,.......honey.".......  "And.......strong,......honey.".....  "As
strong......as......you.....could.......imagine,.....honey.".....  "To ....hold.....you.....tight,.... 
honey."..... "Tight....inside......me,.......honey."...... "And.....hard,......honey.".......   
"The.......hardest,......sweetie."......"Very......very......hard,.....honey."......."Like..
....steel,....Larr."........  "Big........strong........hard........as......steel......muscles,......honey."
...... "Just ......for.....you,.....my...honey."..... "Just.......for......you."...... 
We kept working, kissing, and licking, and holding, caressing each other as we loved.
We worked together as one, but still being two people. And she continued to whisper 
to me.
"I......love......to.....make.......myself........stronger.......and.......bigger.......and.....
...harder,......honey." ....... "For....you,.....Larry."........  "I......love........you,......Larry." ..... 
"My.....muscles.... are.....all.....for.....you,......honey.".....  "Just ......for.....you."......
"Big.....and......strong......and.....hard......muscles,....honey.".......  "All ......for....you,......
...my.......sweetest........one.".......  "You're......the....best."......  "Donna.....will.....do....
....anything.......for........her.....honey.".......   "Make.......herself.......bigger......and......
...stronger,.......if......you.....want,......honey.".....  "Love......you.....,Larry."....  "I
.....know.....you.....love.....my.....muscles,...honey."......  "My......big........hard.....
...strong.....muscles,.......Larry."  

I started to work harder, now. I could feel I was close to climax. She felt it, too.
"No,......honey," she whispered. "......Not.....yet.".......  "Donna's.......not......ready....
...yet,....honey."  She held me even tighter, now, almost squeezing the breath out of
me. She had me in a vise-like grip. She was incredibly strong.
"Not....yet,.....honey," she whispered.  "Not.....yet."
With her tremendous strength she was able to hold off my climax. And a few moments
later,
"Okay......Larry," she whispered, ".....I .. think......I'm......ready,......honey."...  "Oh!"......
"Oh!"....  "Oh!"  And we both worked to a climax. When we were done, we both 
sighed deeply, and we lay lightly in each other's arms.  In a few moments, she lifted 
me out of her, and I disposed of the condom. When I returned, she was laying on her
side, and she gazed lovingly at me as I lay down next to her.
"Donna," I said, "how could you talk to me and make love at the same time?" I asked.
"What?" she asked. "What are you talking about.?"
"You were whispering to me as we made love," I said. "Don't you remember, honey?"
"Oh," she answered, "vaguely. What did I say?"
"You told me all about your muscles, honey," I said. "It was a real turn-on."  Her face 
became beet red.
"Oh, God, Larry!" she said. "I'm so embarrassed!"
"No, honey," I said, "it was lovely. Just lovely. I'm sure you'll never be able to do it
again. But it was fun. And you really turned me on!" She ran her hand down my 
stomach to my member.
"Speaking of which," she said, in her soft, sexy voice, "Look at you," she said, pointing
to my erection.
"Can't you give a girl a break, Larr? Honestly!" she whispered.
"You're the reason, Donna," I said, running my hands over her massive shoulders
and biceps. "You and your muscles just turn me on, honey. I just love `em!"
She moved down the bed until her face was right in front of my erect manhood. She
stared at it in wonderment.
"It's beautiful, honey," she whispered. "Can I touch it?" she asked, looking up to me
with those beautiful dark eyes.
"Yes, honey," I whispered, "but please be careful."
"I will," she whispered. "I promise." She took her index finger and gently ran it 
along the side. Then she slowly ran it along the top, and then the bottom. I had 
goosebumps, and again, this tremendous tingling sensation ran through my body. 
"Is that okay, honey?" she asked, softly. "Do you feel all right, sweetie?"
"Oh, God, Donna!" I whispered. "It feels great, honey!" She continued to caress it
very slowly. She was driving me crazy. I couldn't believe that someone like her who
possessed such tremendous strength and power could be this gentle. She was incredible!
She moved her face closer to it, looked up at me and asked, "Can I kiss it, honey? 
Would you mind?"
"N-n-no, honey," I stuttered. She gently placed her lips to it and kissed it very lightly.
I felt as if my brain was about to explode with emotion. She kissed the sides, top, and
bottom, stroking it gently with her finger. She licked it lightly and continued to stroke
it. Then she softly kissed its head. I put my hands on her head and began stroking her
soft, black hair. And she continued kissing, licking, and stroking.  She opened her mouth
and placed the tip of it inside her. I could feel her suck very lightly on it, and she ran
her tongue around the head.
"God, Donna!" I said, softly, "You.....you....you...drive me crazy!....I..  love you,
.....honey!"
She released it from her mouth.
"It's...beautiful,....Larry." she whispered, as she continued to caress it and kiss it. "I....
love..it, honey....... It's..so... beautiful!"
"Oh,...Donna!" I said, between gasps, "I... love..you,...honey.....Love ..you ...like..
crazy!  You...you're...driving ....me ...crazy!"
"It's....so....hard,..honey," she whispered, "...hard ...as..."
"As...your...muscles," I interrupted. 
"Yeah...honey," she answered, "...that ...hard.....It's ...really ...hard,....honey!....I....
want...you ...inside..me,..again,...honey......Now!"
I reached over and grabbed a condom and handed it to her. She unwrapped it and
carefully placed it on me. She was such an expert. We then moved around to get in
proper position, and she lifted me up and gently guided me inside her. Once again,
she wrapped her huge and powerful arms and legs around me, and the loving began.
We worked and worked, just as before, in perfect unison, neither of us never missing
a move. Satisfying each other with every caress, every kiss. But this time in perfect
silence. Neither of us spoke. It wasn't necessary. We both knew what each other wanted
and gave it to each other. Our hearts and minds were intertwined with each other, as
well as our bodies. Our loving was becoming a habit, now. A wonderful, beautiful
habit. And neither of us would ever be able to live without it. Ever again. We 
continued loving, kissing, and caressing. The sweat began gently rolling off our bodies
once again. She held me very tightly, and I held her as tight as I could. She was very
strong, but I found that I was able to stay with her a little more than before. Perhaps
I was becoming stronger, or she was making me stronger. The answer didn't matter.
Being with her and making love to her was the most exciting, beautiful thing I had ever
experienced. And I never wanted it to end. Ever. I felt her working even harder, now.
She was reaching her climax. I began working harder, too, and as before, we both
climaxed together. When it was done, we lay limp in each other's arms for several
moments. She lifted me out of her, I disposed of the condom, and lay down beside
her. I nuzzled my head into her armpit, kissing and licking her massive muscles that
surrounded it. 
"This," I said. "This is where you get your power. All these muscles right here, honey."
"No, sweetheart," she whispered. "I get it from all over, honey. My arms, my shoulders,
my back, my chest, and these muscles, too, under my armpit. And, of course, Larry, 
my legs. You get strength from all of your muscles, honey. And I love to build them,
honey, just for you."
"I know, honey," I answered. "And I love you."
She stretched and yawned, her powerful muscles bulging out from everywhere as she did.
"Maybe I should go, honey," I said. "I can see you're tired."
"Go?" she asked. "Why, honey? Nobody's home at your place, are they? Why would 
you have to go home?"
"Well, I don't know," I answered. "I just thought that you'd want me to leave, now,
that's all."
"No, Larry," she whispered. "Honey, let's spend the night together, you and me. Please,
honey? I want to hold you, all night. And I want to be held in your arms, honey, all
night. Don't go, sweetheart. Stay with me, please, honey?" she pleaded.
"Oh, sweetheart," I answered, softly, "of course I will. I'd love to. You know that."
"Good," she whispered. "Now come to me, honey, and hold me in your arms. And I'll
hold you in mine." We opened our arms to each other and embraced very softly. I 
nuzzled my head to her beautiful breasts and kissed them lightly. She held my head
gently in her hands and kissed my forehead
"G'night, sweetheart," she whispered in my ear.
"`night, honey," I answered. "Love you, honey." And I gently kissed her soft breasts.
"Mmmm. `Night, my honey," she whispered back. "Love you, too!" We both lay
motionless. Soon I felt her chest heaving slowly, and I knew she was in a deep sleep.
And then, as I snuggled to her massive chest, the whole world disappeared.  

We were walking through the supermarket, Donna and me, doing our weekly shopping.
She would pick up a can or a box, read the nutritional label, and decide if it was 
healthy or not for us. Then she would hand it to me, and I would compare its price 
to similar products of different brands. Then together we would decide on the best
nutritional buy for the money. With her background in weightlifting and bodybuilding,
and mine in budgeting for a family, we were able to buy lots of really nutritious 
foods at affordable prices. After we shopped for canned and boxed goods, we went
to the produce department to load up on fruits and vegetables. We ate lots of fruits
and vegetables, Donna and me. She was a real stickler on fruits and vegetables.
"That's how you look like you do, Larr," she would remind me, gently tapping on 
my flat stomach. I looked down, and my overhanging belly was gone, replaced by a
nice, flat stomach. No, it wasn't washboard and hard as steel like Donna's. But it 
looked good, and I felt really good, thanks to the four to five workouts every week
with the love of my life and training partner, Donna. We finished our shopping, 
loaded our packages into my new minivan, and headed for her place. Once there,
we unloaded our packages and put all the food away. 
"What do you think we should do now, Larr?" she asked me. I looked at her with a
gleam in my eyes.
"No, honey," she said. "Not that! We did that three times last night. Besides, I 
think we should go to the mall and do some shopping. I need a few things, and 
you could use a new pair of jeans and some underwear."
We went to the mall, and walked around hand in hand. We were very happy 
together, Donna and me. As we walked through the mall, we would stop and
window shop just like other couples in love. And we were in love. Very much
so, now that we were able to see each other more frequently. I had come to a verbal
agreement with my family that this was my life, and this was the way I wanted to
lead it. And Donna was the person that I wanted to be with the most. My daughter
would come with us once in a while, and Donna and her became the best of friends.
My little girl had great admiration for Donna because of her dedication to her sport.
It was the same kind of dedication that my daughter had to gymnastics. As we 
shopped, Donna bought some make-up, which I contended she really didn't need, and
a new top. I bought some underwear, but balked at buying jeans because I was a bit
low on funds that week.
"How about if Donna buys them for you now, honey, and you can pay me back when
you get the money," she offered.
"Okay, honey," I said. "I'll pay you back next paycheck." I tried on several pairs of
jeans, and she picked out the one pair that fit me best. She was very good at picking 
out clothes for me, as my taste was poor. I always followed her advice to the letter,
knowing that she had a much keener eye for clothes than me. We went back to her
place, and I spent the rest of the afternoon helping her with house work, cleaning,
dusting, and helping her wash windows. She made doing chores lots of fun. She
had a great sense of humor, and we joked about anything and everything. And, yes,
we kissed and touched each other as we worked, but we also laughed a lot. She was
my lover, and I was hers, but we were also the best of friends. Finally, at the end of
the day, I had to go back to my place and my family, for tomorrow was Monday, 
and it was the start of a new work week. We kissed a very hard goodbye kiss, and
I told her I would meet her at the gym tomorrow night.

I awoke slowly to find Donna's soft, lovely black hair in my face. Her face was
buried in my chest. I kissed her hair and stroked it gently. I felt her move slightly,
then she turned her head toward mine and opened her eyes. She looked startled 
for a second, and then she said, "Good morning, my handsome guy!" She nuzzled
her head to my chest. "Oooh! It feels so nice and warm here in your arms, honey.
Hold me, sweetie!"
"Did you sleep okay, honey?" I asked.
"Just great, Larr," she answered. "How `bout you, honey?"
"Like a baby, honey," I said. "Just like a little baby." She gave me a puzzled look.
"I had this dream last night, Larr," she said. "It was about you and me. We went food 
shopping, and then we went to the mall." I looked at her in surprise.
"Tell me more," I persisted.
"We went to the supermarket, and we checked everything we bought carefully to
make sure it was nutritionally good, you checked the prices, then we went back to 
your place and put everything away, honey," she answered.
"And then what?" I asked, almost knowing what I was about to hear.
"We went to the mall, and I bought you a pair of jeans," she continued, " and you
bought some underwear."
"Donna," I said, " you're not going to believe this, but I had the same dream, except
we went back to your place instead of mine!"
We looked at each other with an unbelievable look in our eyes.
"Is it fate, Larr?" she asked, "or has God really put us on the same wavelength?"
"I don't know if God has anything to do with it," I said, "But this is very strange."
"But it's true," she said, "It just shows that we really were meant to be together.
Don't you see, honey?" she continued, "God really wants us to work this out so we
can be together forever. I really love you, honey!"
"I get scared when we talk about religion," I said, " We're very different, you know."
"Can we change the subject, please?" I asked.
"Okay, honey," she said. "Let's see. Hmm. What would you like for breakfast, 
sweetheart?" she asked, softly.
"A big kiss from you, my beautiful lady!" I said.
"Besides that," she said. "How about some eggs, honey? Would you like Donna to
make you a couple of eggs?"
"Well," I said, "I don't often eat eggs, but I guess I could splurge a little. Eggs will
be fine. But I want to help you, okay, honey?"
"Sure, sweetie," she said. "Come on, Larr. Time to get out of bed." With that, she 
jumped out of bed and headed for her closet. She pulled out two robes from it and
threw one to me. 
"Here, honey," she said, "put this on. We have to have some kind of decency around 
here!"  We put on the robes and went to the kitchen to make breakfast. We had fun
together. She made the eggs while I made toast and set the table. As we did, we 
would kiss lightly and touch each other. She ran her hand down to my manhood,
which was fully erect.
"Look at you, Larry!" she exclaimed. "Can't even do a simple thing like make
breakfast without you thinking devious thoughts!" she joked.
"My thoughts aren't devious, honey," I said. "They're of the love I have for you. 
And you're the reason I'm this way right now, my lovely little aphrodisiac. Believe
me when I tell you if it was anyone but you standing here, I probably wouldn't be
having a reaction like this!"
She looked at me with those big dark eyes of hers.
"That's really sweet of you, honey," she said. "Thank you. You say the nicest 
things to me, Larr. You're so good to me. I really love you, honey." She put her 
arms around me and we kissed a long, hard kiss.
"Now let's get back to work here, before we burn breakfast!" she said.
She made me eggs over lightly, and herself sunnyside. She was a really good cook. 
I made the toast and got the juice ready. We ate breakfast sitting across from each
other, and we rubbed our legs together as we ate. It was a wonderful feeling just
being with her. She was my lover and my best friend, now. We joked and laughed
as we ate, and just had a lot of fun. When we were finished we did the dishes 
together.
"Come on, Larr," she said, "Time to get dressed."  We went into the bedroom, and 
she turned to me.
"How'd you like to take a shower with Donna, sweetheart?" she asked in a sultry,
sexy voice. "Donna wants to wash your pretty little body. And you could wash all
of her muscles, honey. Would you like that?" Her tongue was licking my lips as
she spoke.
"Y-yes," I said, nervously. "I-I'd love to, honey." We undid each other's robe, and 
she led me into the bathroom. She turned on the water, and stepped into the shower.
She put her hand out, and gently pulled me into the shower. We stood next to each
other as the water cascaded down our bodies. She lathered up her washrag with soap
and began soaping my chest very gently. She continued down my stomach, and very
gently soaped my fully erect manhood. She knelt down and carefully did both my legs.
"Rinse off, sweetie," she said, softly. I stood in front of the water and let the soap
run off my body. 
"Now, turn around, honey," she said, " so Donna can do your back."
She lathered up the washrag and gently scrubbed my back. When she got to my 
derriere, she pinched it.
"Ow!" I shouted.
"Sorry," she laughed. "I just had to do it, Larr. It's so cute!" She gently scrubbed it,
then did the backs of my legs. 
"Rinse off again," she said, slowly. I let the water run the soap off my body.
As we stood facing each other, she touched my erect member and stroked it
very gently. Her face was touching mine as the water ran all over our bodies.
"Larry," she whispered, " it's beautiful, honey. Just beautiful." She stroked it 
again and again.
"Here," she said, handing me the washrag and soap. "It's time for you to do 
Donna." I lathered up the washrag and began gently scrubbing her. I did her
massive shoulders and arms, and moved to her big chest and very soft breasts.
I did her washboard stomach, gently washed her womanhood, and continued
down her beautiful, muscular legs. 
"Rinse off, beautiful lady," I said. She stood in front of the shower, and the water
ran over her beautiful, muscular body. Then she turned around and I did her huge
back, her wonderfully rounded derriere, and all down the backs of her legs.
When I was done, she rinsed off in front of the shower. She turned around, and I
gently washed her face, being careful not to get soap in her beautiful dark eyes.
I guided her to the shower stream and she rinsed the soap from her face. We were
facing each other, standing very close. She took my member gently in her hand and
began to place it inside her.
"No, Donna!" I exclaimed. "I'm not wearing any......"
"Shhh!" she said. "Donna wants you! Inside me, honey!"
"But Donna!" I protested, "I don't have any...."
"It's okay, honey," she said, "Come inside........Oh! My God!" she exclaimed. "What
am I doing?" She quickly stepped back.
"Whew! You scared me, sweetheart," I said, relieved.
"I don't know what got into me, Larr," she said.
"Well, I know what almost got into you," I continued. "That was close, Donna. I
 think we'd better be more careful!"
"I'm sorry, honey," She said softly. "Come on, let's get dried off."
She turned off the water, and we stepped out of the shower.
We picked our towels off the rack, and gently dried the water off each other. It 
was very romantic. I touched her and then kissed her muscles very lightly. She was 
beautiful. The most beautiful lady I had ever seen. She led me back to the bedroom.
"Come on, honey," she said, "Donna wants to dress you."
She picked up my shorts and carefully pulled them up to my waist. Before she
pulled them over my manhood, she gently kissed it. Then she put on my pants and shirt,
softly kissing my chest as she buttoned my shirt.
"You're a big boy," she said. "You can put on your own shoes and socks."
When I was dressed, I began dressing her. First came her panties, which I slowly slid
up her muscular legs. I kissed her womanhood gently before I pulled her panties up
over it. I helped her with her bra and kissed her breasts before she hooked it. Then 
I helped her with her knee length shorts and her full size top. After she put on her 
sneaks we combed our hair, and we were ready to go.
"Come on, Larr," she said. "I have to do some food shopping, and then we'll go to
the mall. Just like in our dream, honey!"
We got into her car, and she slid all the way over to my side, pulling the sleeves
of her top all the way up revealing her massive shoulders and biceps. Then she
pressed them against my arm and whispered in my ear, "Here they are, honey.
Just for you. Big enough for you?" And she pressed it even harder into my arm. 
This eventually would become a little game she would play with me when we 
would go out together. She would keep her sleeves rolled up all the way as we
drove to our destination, tantalizing me. Then when we arrived, she would roll them 
down again. It was a real turn-on to me, as her arm was always hot as fire and hard as
steel. We went to the supermarket, and just like in our dream, we picked out her food,
checking it for nutritional value and price. Then she bought a good bit of fruit
and vegetables. 
"See, Larr," she said. "Sometimes dreams can come true."
"Well, almost," I said. "But I still have my belly!"
"We'll take care of that, in time, honey,"  she said. "I can promise you that!"
Then it was back to her place to unload everything and put it away. All the while,
we kissed and touched each other very gently. 
"Larr," she said, "Let's go the mall. I have a few things I need."
We drove to the mall and walked around hand in hand. She bought me a couple of
pairs of underwear to keep at her place. Then she bought herself a top, and we did
some more window shopping together. The day was flying by very quickly. We had
lunch at the mall, and headed back to her place. She played her little game with her 
sleeves as we drove, but left them rolled up when we got back to her place. I helped 
her do some of her chores for the rest of the afternoon. We continued to have lots of 
fun, and kissed and touched each other continuously. It was getting late, and I decided 
I had better go.
"Donna, honey," I said. "I had the most wonderful time this weekend with you! I
wish it would never end!"
"I know, Larry," she said. "It was great. I can't wait to see you next weekend. Are
we going to the car show Saturday, honey?"
"Yes, honey," I answered. "I'll pick you up early, about eight o'clock."
"Fine, honey," she said. "I'll miss you all week, sweetie. Do you think you can come
to the gym some night, Larr?"
"I'll try, honey," I answered, "but in any case, I'll call you and leave my little messages
on your machine."
"Oh, that's so sweet of you, Larr," she said. "They keep me going all week"
"I love you, Donna," I whispered, "You can't imagine just how much!"
"Yes I can," she said softly, "Because it's as much as I love you, honey."
We kissed a very long, very hard kiss. Our hands roamed each other's bodies.
Then we parted. As I drove home, I realized that she was now the second focus of
my life. I had to think of a way to keep her with me forever.