Big Lotta
By Sonofjack, sonofjackwell@gmail.com
She loves three things: her boyfriend, eating and always doing the right thing.


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My girlfriend loves three things, me, eating lots of food and doing the right
thing - probably in reverse order. When I say she likes eating a lot of food,
I mean it. One of her favorite things to do is to go to Baskin-Robbins and
getting a sundae with one scoop of all 31 flavors! For my baby, this is a
light snack.

You might think that this means that she is fat. You'd be wrong. No matter
what she eats or how much she eats, it all goes to muscle. It's true that when
she was younger, she had a weight problem. I've seen pictures. But when
puberty hit when she was fourteen, it hit with a vengeance!

The way she tells it, she grew several inches and became a DD-Cup overnight!
Today at twenty-four she's 7'4" and her breasts are... well, I don't actually
know what cup size she wears today. She won't tell me. She says that talking
about how huge her breasts are is bragging, and my baby isn't the boastful
type. I can tell you that each one is more than twice as big as my head.

I can also tell you since I've made a thorough search of every inch of her
luscious body that she no longer has an ounce of baby fat anywhere. Her sexy
body is all hard, dense and powerful muscle. Again, she won't tell me how big
her biceps are. When I ask her or beg her to let me measure them she says,
"It's not important; it's just a number." Then she adds, "Besides, no matter
how big they are now, they're bound to be even bigger next month."

She won't admit it, but I know she says this last part just to make me crazy
with lust. She knows how much I worship her gigantic muscles, and she likes
turning me on.

I can tell you this, by normal standards, my 18" biceps are pretty impressive,
but they're nothing compared to hers. When she does a full biceps flex, they
rise like boulders on her arms. They've got to be at least 36". When she's
really pumped them up, I swear they're almost twice that size. Her massively
muscled arms make my arms look like scrawny noodles in comparison. I don't
mind though. I'm just happy to have the opportunity to be around her and the
gaze at her supreme power and spectacular beauty.

Her forearms, thighs and calves are also enormous, bulging masses or power,
but her biceps are the most impressive. As you'd suspect with a woman as
powerful and muscular as my sweetheart, her abs are a perfect cut six-pack,
and her ass is a tight, generous double pleasure dome of flesh.

She has a cute, round face with a little button of a turned-up nose and big
blue eye. She also has adorable little freckles on her broad cheeks, loveable
dimples and an easy, open smile. She wears her yellow hair in a short, pixie
cut with a big, ever-present bow in her hair. Her favorite hair ribbon colors
are red and green.

I met her when we both entered the police academy together. Becoming a police
officer has been her life-long dream. She entered the police academy
immediately after graduating from college with a double major in criminology
and French literature. She was also the star quarterback and defensive
linebacker on her university's football team. She led her team to collegiate
national championships three years in a row.

When I joined the police academy, I assumed that I would be the strongest
person in the class. After all, I'm 6'4" and I weigh 280 pounds of hard,
bulging muscle. I bench press 410 pounds and my personal best deadlift is 640
pounds.

When I met my future sweetheart, she was so big and muscular that I suspected
she might be stronger than I was. The first time we worked out together and I
saw her easily curling 1000 pounds, I knew that she was much, much stronger
than I was. By the end of that workout, I was head over heels in love.

She was just too sexy and strong and awesome for me to resist. Even though she
wouldn't go out with me at first, I broke up with the twin lingerie models I
was dating at the time. I knew that once I'd seen my baby in action, no other
woman on Earth would be good enough.

It took me some time to win her over though. It seems that shortly before we
met, her childhood boyfriend Gerald decided he was gay and ran off with some
guy named Melvin. Melvin was the boyfriend of Audrey who is one of my
girlfriend's oldest friends.

My sweetie convinced herself that Gerald had been scared off by her awesome
strength. I've seen pictures of him. He was a short, wimpy kid with thick
glasses. He looked like the kind of guy that was afraid of his own shadow.

It took me some time to convince her that I liked her amazing super strength.
Once she was persuaded, things really got interesting. I discovered that those
thousand pound curls she did was her holding back. She was capable of much
greater feats of strength. Before long she was pressing cars over her head
with one hand for me!

And she was just so damn cute!

We became friends and workout buddies, but she still wouldn't go out with me.
Finally, I got her to agree to come over to my place for a Super Bowl party.
What I didn't tell her was that it was a party for just the two of us. Once I
had her alone, I got her to stay by cooking up an entire side of beef for the
two of us. I ate a rib eye steak; she ate the rest. Then she had two apple
pies for desert.

After the game was over we talked deep into the night. She told me her hopes
and dreams. I told her mine. "More than anything in the world, I want you to
love me one tenth as much as I love you."

"You're sweet," she said. Then she grabbed me and sat me on her laps. We
kissed for the first time. It was sweet and innocent and hot and extremely
carnal all at once.

She looked at me with her big blue eyes. "You really do like my awesome
strength, don't you?"

"Yes," I replied.

"And you like my huge tits?"

"Oh, yes!" I replied enthusiastically.

"And you like my massive muscles too, don't you?"

"Baby, I loooove your massive muscles!"

"I can't hold back any longer," she declared.

She lifted me in her strong arms as she stood up and carried me into the
bedroom. She threw me on the bed and removed her green top and white miniskirt
along with the rest of her clothes. She kept the big red bow in her hair. I
spent the next four hours worshiping her peaks, valleys, ridges and ripples
with my hands, lips, tongue and rock hard penis.

She showed me the meaning of erotic power that night. As much as I'd dreamed
of this night, it completely exceeded my wildest expectations. She easily
tossed, flipped and flung me around the room. We had sex in the bed, on the
floor, in a chair and with her standing up and holding me in midair. It was as
if I was weightless the way she effortlessly carried me around and had her way
with me.

I was in heaven.

The next morning I made her an omelet with two dozen eggs. We both had the day
off so we went back to bed and fucked some more. She climbed on top of me and
pinned my arms down so that I was helpless as she rode my steel rod cock with
her gigantic breasts swinging in my face. Next she cradled me in her powerful
arms and let me tenderly suck on her titanic tits for an hour.

Then she held me aloft while she sucked my dick. She kept bringing me to the
very edge of erotic explosion and would back off at last possible moment. She
kept me on the edge like this for over an hour until I begged her for sweet
release. Then she made me beg some more before finally letting me burst into
her mouth and swallowing every drop.

We had to stop at that point because I could not go on. We ordered in ten
pizzas for lunch. I had three slices; she ate the rest. After letting me rest
a while longer, we were at it again. She fucked me in every position
imaginable including a few that we made up just for the occasion. She did
things to me that day that I didn't even know were things!

That was the start of our romantic relationship, and we've been together ever
since. Every day with my sweetie is an amazing adventure of some kind or
another. One day it's watching her beat the crap out of an entire gang of
thugs. The next day it's standing by while she tosses aside boulders to rescue
miners trapped after a cave-in. The day after that it might be as simply as a
picnic in the woods where she uproots a couple of trees just to get me turned
on.

She's stronger than ten bull elephants, faster than a thoroughbred horse at
full gallop, fiercer than a dozen momma grizzly bears and sweeter than
honeysuckle on the vine.

Whether we're going skydiving, wilderness hiking, mountain climbing,
spelunking, scuba diving or flying in a rocket to Mars she's always in control
and completely at ease. Her confidence is nearly as intoxicating as her beauty
and her superhuman strength. She's the most remarkable, amazing and incredibly
woman on Earth.

And she's all mine!

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