Big Lotta 2: At The Beach
By Sonofjack, sonofjackwell@gmail.com
It's a day in the sun with the world's sexiest, strongest Amazon.

This is my second story featuring Big Lotta. I thinks she's a lot of fun. I'd
love to know what my readers think. Please, take a few seconds to drop me a
line if you'd like to see more Big Lotta stories. Contact me at
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Shortly after my sweetie Lotta and I became a couple, we decided to enjoy a
day at the beach. We were going to meet her two oldest and best friends there.
I'd never met them before, but my girlfriend talked about them all the time.

My baby was wearing a sexy bikini with a green top and a kind of a white
micro-mini skirt on the bottom. When your girlfriend is more than seven feet
tall with huge, bulging mountainous muscles and equally mountainous firm,
round breasts wearing a tiny bikini and you're walking with her, you'd better
be okay with being the center of attention.

Not only didn't I mind, I was darn proud to be walking hand-in-hand with the
hottest, most muscular, sexiest woman on this or any other beach. I'm sure
that everyone who saw her wondered if she was as strong as she looked. I'm
here to tell you that no matter how strong they imagined her to be, she was
much, much stronger than that.

My baby did one handed curls with two ton dumbbells just for warm-up. When she
really wanted to challenge herself, she pressed school buses over her head
with one hand. She took turns with her left arm and then her right. "It's
important to have a balanced workout routine," she would joke. And even though
I said this was a challenge for her, it wasn't really. She made it look easy.
My baby made everything look easy.

In her free hand she was carrying our oversized picnic basket. I offered to
carry it, but my honey wouldn't let me. "It's much too heavy for you," she
said. Of course, I COULD have carried it. I can deadlift more than six hundred
pounds, and our picnic basket only weighed a little over a hundred pounds. But
it would have been a little difficult for me to carry it around with one hand
for any length of time. For her it was nothing.

We needed to bring all that food because my girlfriend has a powerful
appetite. She has to eat a great deal to maintain her incredible, titanic
strength. Anything my baby eats is converted directly to muscle, stamina and
energy.

"Do you see your friends?" I asked.

"Not yet," she said, "But I'm sure that wherever they are, they'll be the
center of attention."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"You've seen pictures of Drey and Dee. You know how hot they are."

Audrey and Dorothy were my sweetheart's best friends - Drey and Dee for short.
"Huh? Oh yeah, I guess they are very pretty," I agreed. But even so, my honey
was still the center of attention.

"Right! Like you didn't notice," she said. She didn't sound jealous. My
girlfriend wasn't the jealous type - especially where her friends are
concerned. She's sincerely the sweetest, most open and generous hearted person
I've ever met. It wouldn't bother her at all to find out that I thought her
two best friends were knockouts.

The irony was that while I could acknowledge on an esthetic level that Drey
and Dee were in fact extremely attractive young women, the truth was, I didn't
notice how attractive they were in a sexual way. It may sound corny, but I was
so captivated - so intoxicated - by my sweetheart's supreme power and beauty -
her cute freckled face, her big blue eyes, her enormous, firm, round breasts,
her tight, spherical ass, her long, muscular legs, her flat, ripped abs and
her ginormous, bulging muscles - that I could not think of any other women as
sexually attractive.

"There they are!" Lotta pointed out. And she was right, they were standing by
a roped off section of the beach where some of the local muscle men go to work
out. There were several mega weights lying around in the sand, but most of the
muscle men (the ones who were straight) were standing next to the roped off
area talking to Drey and Dee.

And now that I looked at them with an objective eye, I did have to admit that
they were a pair of real hotties. First of all, even though they were friends
and not related, they looked enough alike to be sisters. Second, they had
extremely, cute-pretty faces. Drey's hair was brown and she had big blue eyes.
Dee had raven black hair and dark eyes. Her lips were slightly fuller.

They were both wearing skimpy bikinis - Drey's was red and Dee's was red with
black polka dots. Their bikini tops were fully packed. Okay, so their bodies
didn't compare to the muscular, super-sexy Amazonian body of my sweetheart.
However, they both had large breasts (G-cups), trim, flat tummies, nice, round
asses and long shapely legs. They looked very fit and healthy.

Drey was about 5'5"; Dee was an inch or two taller.

We walked up behind two particularly muscular specimens - one with blonde hair
and one with red hair - who were flexing in an attempt to impress Drey and
Dee. When we got close enough we heard Dee say, "Those biceps are okay, I
guess."

"Just 'okay'?" the blonde one asked. "Babe, we are ripped!"

"Ha!" Drey laughed, "Our friend whose standing behind you has waaaay bigger
biceps than you guys."

Red did sort of a half-turn and saw me standing there. He didn't see Lotta.
"What? This dude? His biceps aren't as big or as peaked as ours!" As a man, I
hate to admit it, but he was right. I was in great shape and I had 18" biceps,
but both of these guys were at least a couple of inches bigger.

"Not him," Drey giggled, "Her!"

"Her?!?" Blondie cried as he turned around, "What do you mean h... h...
homina, homina, homina...." All of the color ran out of his otherwise tanned
face. Red's reaction was very similar.

She wasn't even flexing, but her biceps were obviously much bigger, more cut
and better peaked that either of the two body builders. Being her usually
friendly self, she stuck out her big hand and said, "Hi! I'm Lotta; nice to
meet you."

The blonde was about 6'1". He looked up and my 7'4" sweetie and said, "I...
I... I'm Brad." He looked too defeated to even raise his hand to shake.

"Nice to meet you Brad." She turned to his friend. "And you are?"

"Uh... Benny," he said.

"Nice to meet you too, Benny. Making new friends is one of my favorite
things!"

"See I told you her biceps are bigger," Drey laughed.

"But that doesn't mean that your muscles aren't big and impressive too," Lotta
was quick to add. "I think people place too much importance on things like
size and outside appearance, don't you? It's what's inside a person's heart
that's important."

This was just another reason for me to love Lotta. I mean, yes, what I first
noticed about her is that she is a gorgeous Amazon with an amazing body and a
pretty face, but what made me really fall in love with her is her warm and
generous heart.

"H-H-How s-s-strong are you?" Brad asked.

"Well... I don't like to brag," Lotta replied.

"Oh, go on!" Dee urged her, "Show them how strong you are."

"P-P-Please!" Brad beseeched her. She looked over at me. I looked at her and
smiled and shrugged my shoulders.

"You have to give the people what they want," I told her.

"Okay," she said almost reluctantly, "But just because I'm way stronger than
you guys, don't let that make you think less of yourself," she said to the
male body builders who by this time were all focused on my amazing girlfriend.

She jumped over the rope and into the area with all the weights lying around
in the sand. She went straight to the biggest barbell. "How much is this?" she
asked.

"That's just over eight hundred pounds," one of the body builders replied.

"Can any of you deadlift this?" Lotta asked.

"Benny can," another weightlifter replied.

"Is that true, Benny?" my baby asked.

"Yes," Benny replied with manly pride.

"That puts you in an elite class," she told him. Benny puffed out his chest
even more than usual. Then she bent over and lifted the weight with just her
left hand. She stood up and did a couple of easy one-handed curls with it. She
kind of balanced the barbell with one hand.

"Yes! I'd say that this barbell weighs just about three hundred and seventy
kilograms which is approximately eight hundred and sixteen pounds?"

"Exactly right," Benny confirmed. His shoulders drooped in defeat.

"Don't be that way!" Lotta scolded him. She pointed at me with her free hand.
"This is my boyfriend, and I love him very much. To me he's the most
wonderful, most amazing man in the world, and it doesn't bother him one bit
that I'm a lot stronger than he is. Isn't that right, honey?"

"Right as can be," I said. Truthfully, it might have bothered me at one time,
but I was long past that point. I had to make peace with it. The alternative
was to risk losing the love of the greatest woman on Earth, and THAT was not
an option! Besides, how could you really be jealous of someone like my
sweetheart? She was like a force of nature. You might as well be jealous of
the ocean, or the clouds or of a mountain range.

For the next hour or so, my sweetheart entertained the crowd with feats of
mega-strength. She easily lifted the eight hundred and sixteen pound barbell
(actually 815.71 pounds to be precise) over her head balanced on just her
right index finger. She lifted five hundred pound kettleballs with just her
pinkies. She juggled a set of five atlas stones.

Urged by the crowd (and with the permission of the men who owned the weights
in question) she bent thick steel bars and twisted them into pretzels, she
squeezed several kettleballs out of shape and left her handprints pressed into
them and she shot put the 160 kg. Atlas stone more than five hundred yards!

>>From somewhere, someone produced a thick rope and suggested a tug of war.
The sides were, twenty-eight muscle men, including me, versus my awesomely
powerful girlfriend. "To make it fair I'll only use one hand," she said.

To make it seem like we were giving her a contest, she let us pull for three
or four minutes before pulling us all over with a light tug of her powerful
arm. All the time we were pulling, however, Lotta stood there calmly smiling
at us. All twenty-eight of us were pulling with all our might, but we were not
able to move my strong sweetie one single inch.

After that, the crowd watched with rapt attention as Lotta posed and flexed
her awesome muscles for several minutes. Though we begged her to continue she
said, "All this exercise has worked up my appetite. Besides, I want to spend
some quiet time with my friends now."

As the crowd dispersed, she leaned over and whispered in my ear, "But that
doesn't mean that I won't give you a private muscle show later, sweetie - a
NAKED private muscle show!" I could feel my cock straining against the
confines of my swimming trunks. Thank God I was wearing baggy trunks and not a
Speedo!

We sat with Drey and Dee and had a picnic on the beach. Our picnic basket with
loaded with eight fried chickens, ten gallons of coleslaw, four dozen deviled
eggs and a ten gallon jar of sweet pickles. Drey, Dee and I ate one chicken, a
half gallon of coleslaw, ten deviled eggs and maybe fourteen pickles between
us. My baby ate the rest! Drey, Dee and I were full after that, but Lotta went
to the snack bar and ate a dozen ice cream bars for desert.

After she was finished, she did a long, languid stretch. My eyes drank in her
long, sexy, powerful form. "There's nothing I like better than exercise
followed by a good meal," she said. Then she winked at me and said, "Almost
nothing."

God! I love this woman!

Later that night when we were alone I said, "Didn't you say something about a
naked muscle show?"

"Oh, that.... I assumed you'd forgotten all about that," she said with sort of
a half smile on her lips.

"As if! I've been practically ready to explode ever since you whispered it in
my ear!"

"Well then... why don't you get naked and wait for me in the bedroom?" she
asked.

"I... I thought you were the one who was going to be naked," I said. I'm sure
that I had disappointment written all over my face. She removed her bikini top
to reveal her gigantic, volcanic, titanic tits.

"I don't want to be naked alone," she said, "Now get those clothes off and
wait for me in the bedroom!"

"Yes, ma'am!" I said in mock obedience. (Or maybe it was actual obedience. All
I know was that I was happy to comply.) A minute later with me entirely sans
clothing and sitting on the edge of the bed in anticipation, there was a light
tap on the door. "Who iiis it?" I asked.

Lotta said in a deep, breathy voice, "Are you ready for me, tiger?" In
response, I gave a feline growl.

*CRASH!* She didn't open the door. Instead, she hit it with her fist and
shattered it leaving a big hole where the center of the door used to be. She
ducked down and peeked her head inside the room. "Tee hee, I lose more doors
that way!" She stepped through.

I wish I was a better writer so that I could adequately describe how amazing
my girlfriend looks when she's naked. So much beauty... so much power... so
much raw, animal sex appeal... so much flesh... so much so much! And yet,
never too much - always just the right amount.

"Did you enjoy our day at the beach?" she asked.

"Yes, baby," I replied.

"Did you like my little strength demonstrations?"

"Yes, baby."

"You know I was holding back, don't you, tiger?"

"Y-Y-Yes." My voice trembled with desire.

"For example, remember when I balanced that eight hundred pound barbell with
just my index finger," she reminded me.

"Y-Y-Yes," I replied.

"I could have balanced it with just my pinky if I wanted to." My dick was rock
hard, and it felt like it was getting even bigger and harder!"

"And remember when I tossed that Atlas stone more than five hundred yards?"

"Y-Y-Yes... How far could you have tossed it?" I asked.

"Let me put it this way," she said, "I could have tossed it so high up that it
never would have come down."

"Do y-y-you mean that you could have tossed it into o-orbit?" I asked.

"I don't like to brag, but YES," she replied. And I knew that she was telling
the truth because Lotta never lied.

"And that tug-of-war you had with twenty-eight men... that was easy for you
wasn't it?" I asked.

"Oh baby! It was sooo easy! I only used one hand to hold on to that rope while
twenty-eight strong men including you pulled with all their might, and you
didn't move me an inch. I COULD have held all of you off while holding the
rope with just my thumb and my index finger if I wanted to."

"Really?"

"Yes, baby, with ease. I have more strength in just two fingers than
twenty-eight strong men have in their whole bodies."

I could feel my cock throbbing as blood rushed up and down and back up again!
"You would have beaten us even if there were a hundred of us, wouldn't you,
baby?"

"Honey, you know I don't like to brag...." she responded.

"Please, baby, please," I begged.

"... But I WILL brag because I know it gets you hot and makes your dick hard.
I looove making your dick hard. So, yes, I could have beaten you even if there
were a hundred of you."

"With one hand?"

"Yes, baby."

"With just two fingers?"

"Yes, baby," she giggled.

"Wow...."

"What else did you like about today?" Lotta asked.

"I loved your muscle show," I replied.

"Would you like me to flex my big muscles for you right now?" she asked.

"Yes, please." She flexed her biceps for me. They exploded on her arms to the
size of basketballs. That's how big they looked earlier when she flexed them
on the beach. I knew that she could make them even bigger.

She must have read my mind. "You know I'm holding back, don't you baby?"

"Y-Yes," I replied.

"Do you know why I held back earlier?" she asked.

"B-Because you only show your biggest muscles to me," I said. My head got so
light at the thought of this that I nearly passed out. But I willed myself to
stay conscious because I didn't want to miss what I knew was coming next.

"Would you like to see how big I can make my biceps?" she asked with a sexy
whisper.

"Please, baby, please," I begged.

"Okay, but only because you asked so nicely." She tensed slightly and her
biceps transformed into boulders on her arms. How big were they? Seventy-two
inches? Bigger? Eighty-four inches? Lotta is right; that's just a number. All
I can say for sure is that Lotta's tits are more than twice as big as my head,
and her fully flexed biceps are more than twice as big as her tits!

"Do my big tits and massive muscles make your dick hard?" she asked.

"Yes, honey."

"Does your big, hard dick throb for me?"

"Yes, honey."

She suddenly lunged forward and snatched me up in her strong arms. "I must
have that cock in my mouth," she announced. She gave me an Earth-shattering
blowjob while holding me aloft in midair.

I didn't last long, and when I exploded in her mouth, she drank every drop of
my cum. Fortunately Lotta was an expert at getting me hard and keeping me hard
for much longer than should be possible. And I was as eager to please her as
she was eager to please me. We both had several orgasms before we were
finished, and we totally destroyed the wooden bed frame.

When I finally became too exhausted to go on, we laid on the mattress that was
now on the floor, entangled in each other's bodies.

"Honey, I have a favor to ask," she began.

"Anything, my love," I said.

"Don't be so quick to say that until you hear what I'm going to ask," she
said. Her tone was much more serious than usual.

"What is it," I asked with concern.

"There's something I need to tell you," she said. The way she said it made me
worried. "As you know, before we met, my long time childhood boyfriend Gerald
broke up with me." I did know this. What an idiot Gerald was!

"Go on," I urged her.

"And you also know that Gerald came out as gay and ran off with Drey's long
time childhood boyfriend Melvin," she continued.

"Uh huh."

"What you don't know is that as a result of our mutual heartbreak, Drey and I
took comfort... in each other's arms."

"You mean you and Drey...."

"Had sex," she confirmed.

"Once?" I asked.

"... More than once," she replied. "It turns out that Drey was really turned
on by my gigantic muscles. She was really in to worshipping my body."

I could sure understand that. But what was all this leading to?

"The thing is after my strength and muscle demonstrations today Drey expressed
an interest in continuing our physical relationship...."

"How... uh, how do you feel about that?" I asked.

"Well... Drey is one of my oldest friends," she said, "And she doesn't have
anyone."

"Are you asking me for my permission to have sex with Drey?" I asked.

"I wouldn't want to go ahead without your blessing," she said.

"And you want to have sex with her?" I asked.

"You have to admit that she's very hot," Lotta pointed out, "And she's very
good at worshipping my body - almost as good as you."

This left me in a very precarious position. On the one hand, I didn't want
Lotta having sex with another person even if it was another woman. On the
other hand, there was no way I could stop her if that's what she wanted to do.
How could I stop a goddess of power like Lotta from doing whatever she wanted?

Besides, I didn't want to risk displeasing her. I knew that I couldn't live
without her. And there was something else to consider. Lotta was really great.
Didn't she deserve whatever made her happy? She's extraordinary. Was it really
that unreasonable for her to live by whatever rules she wanted to live by?
Maybe if I wasn't willing to give her whatever she wanted, I wasn't worthy of
her.

Then again, if she was really in love with me....

And then something else occurred to me. Drey was an extraordinarily attractive
young woman. I sure wouldn't mind being a fly on the wall watching a sexy babe
like Drey worshipping Lotta's even sexier body. I suppose my next question was
inevitable.

"Uh, could I watch?" I asked.

"Watch? Oh baby! Didn't I make it clear? I meant would it be okay for Drey to
join us in bed?"

"You mean... like a threesome?!?" I asked.

"Of course, baby! But not 'like a threesome'. I'm talking about a full blown
three-way sex romp. I would never even consider having a physical relationship
with anyone else without your full participation! Drey is one of my best
friends, but you're my sweetheart! My baby! My cute little snuggle bunny!"

And as good as that sounded, the next part sounded even better. "And don't
worry, baby; I'd see to it that Drey paid as much attention to your sexual
needs as she does mine. If she expects to join in from time to time, she has
to pull her own weight!"

"And Drey is okay with this?"

"Oh yes! She thinks that you're very sexy!"

"And you wouldn't mind seeing me with another woman?"

"Don't be silly, honey; Drey is very sexy, but I'm way sexier! She's a ten,
but let's face it, I'm off the charts!" It was refreshing to hear Lotta talk
about herself this way. She continued, "I know that you're too into my strong,
sexy body for me to ever even consider being jealous of any other woman.
That's why I'd consider it a favor to me if you would allow Drey to join us in
bed sometimes."

If I didn't know it before, I now knew for sure that I had the greatest
girlfriend in the whole wide world.

And she's all mine!

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