Big Red

[johnnylm]

Gents, this is possibly my most realistic story thus far, inspired by events in my childhood....hope you enjoy.



   "Hey!' Shannon yelled.  I looked up the driveway and there she was, sitting up on the bench in their garage. It was hot that day, middle of summer.  I looked around to make sure no one was watching and jogged up the driveway.
   "Hey," I said as I jogged in place, making it look as if she was interrupting my workout.          Her face was much prettier than I remembered, high cheekbones and big blue eyes, long red lashes and no freckles in sight, but Shannon was still  the biggest girl I had ever seen. She was sitting down but I could easily see that she was taller than me, at least six feet tall, and those breasts, just as huge and round as I remembered them, almost completely visible through her thick tank top, which was soaked through with sweat.  I had just gone through a growth spurt so at least I wasn't short any more but she easily had a couple of inches on me, and at 135 pounds, I hadn't quite grown into my body yet.  It wasn't until she tossed her long, thick, red hair behind her back that I noticed the rest of her. The first thing I noticed were her biceps, and they weren't cute little 17 year old girl biceps; no, they were man biceps, ripped and veiny and like, big, way bigger than mine, almost as big as her round, ripped shoulders. And then her traps, she had traps too, dang, the thickness, there were veins, they were almost menacing.  I felt my cock start to stiffen. I'm not sure whether I liked muscles or just Shannon's muscles, but my cock knew I liked hers. I struggled to pull my eyes away from her body.
   "Wow, Shannon."
   She smiled. "Is that a good 'wow' or a bad 'wow'?"
   "That's a 'wow' wow. You look amazing."
   "Aren't you cute. Am I messing up your run?" she asked sweetly.
   "Nah, it's okay," I said, pretending as if this wasn't my plan all along.
   I had just gotten home from a workout myself and was about to jump in the shower when my mom stopped me. "Guess who I ran into? Shannon's mom.  On her way to a meeting or something. They've moved back into their house. Thought maybe you'd like to know."
   "Why?"
   "I told you she was going to be pretty."
   That's when I changed into my running shoes.

               ____________________

   Shannon and I went to the same grammar school. She started in the fourth grade and immediately seemed to take an interest in me. And let me tell you, I wasn't at all sure how I felt about that. On the one hand, she had already gone through puberty and had the biggest breasts in the entire school, way bigger than any fifteen year old I had ever stared at, bigger than my mom even, and she showed it. Serious cleavage. I liked that. I would have loved to just stick my head between those boobs. On the other, she was six inches taller than me, and besides her I was actually kind of on the taller side of my class, so that didn't make me feel so good. She also had freckles, which wasn't my thing, and worst of all, she was fat.   So I'm sorry to admit that, all in all, it was embarrassing to even be seen talking with her. And then she invited me to her birthday party and my mom made me go, which was really embarrassing. There was only one other boy invited, but he was popular, so everybody just made fun of me. It was bad, getting worse. Then one day I came from school and my mom was waiting for me, which was a bad sign.
   "Honey, can I talk to you for a minute?"
   Very bad sign.  "Honey, I just had lunch with Shannon's mom and she's having trouble making friends. I told her that you wouldn't mind going over there one day this week after school."
   "I can't do that, Mom." 
   "Why not? They're a really nice family."
   "Mom! Because it's embarrassing, that's why. She's big and fat. Have you seen her? She's like a giant or something. Everybody's already making fun of me 'cause they know she likes me."
   "Oh honey. Let me tell you something.  The boys your age are so stupid. That girl is going to be beautiful."
   "What does that have to do with anything? Right now, she's tall and fat. And she's got freckles. Mom, I can't go over there. Please don't make me."
   "I'll tell you what. I will figure out a way to make it worth your while."
   "Don't make me. Please."
   "Please, honey. Just this one time and you'll never have to see her again."
   Shit. Why did that always work on me?  "Fine. One time."
   She just smiled. "You're a sweetheart. One day, you're going to be so happy I made you go."

   That day changed my life forever. I will never forget that day.  It was a Wednesday, the first Wednesday after winter break, and because Shannon lived two blocks from school, I had to walk home with her.  I met her at the corner by the crossing guard. She wore a tight red low cut t-shirt that day, and her breasts pushed up almost to her shoulders. They looked bigger and more intimidating than ever.
   "Ready?" she said, a big smile on her face. I bet she could barely see me below her tits but somehow she knew I was there. I nodded. I didn't hear anyone laughing at me, maybe because they were afraid to do it in front of her, but I'm sure that there were snickers. There are definitely snickers in my memory. It was the longest walk ever. I could see kids staring at us as they drove by with big smiles on their faces. No matter how bad today was going to be, tomorrow was going to be worse, that I knew.  When we got to her house, she took out her keys and opened the back door.
   "No one's home?"
   "Both of my parents work. We have the house to ourselves. Want anything? Ice cream? Milkshakes?" she said mischievously. 
   I shook my head. I was there but I was grouchy about it.  She didn't seem to notice. I followed her up to her room.  "Want to play a game?" she said as she went into her closet.  I sat down on her bed.
   "I don't like games."
   She sat down next to me. "Okay, look. I know your mom made you come over. That was really nice of you to come. Let's make a deal, okay? If anyone bugs you,  you can tell them your mom made you come and you had a terrible time with me and if anyone asks me about it, I'll say you were really mean.  Okay? So now that you're covered, and as long as you have to be here anyhow, we might as well have fun."
   "I'm sorry. Thanks for being so understanding."
   "I don't take it personally. I've always been the biggest kid in my grade. Some day, that won't be so bad."  She put her big hand on my leg, which made me feel pretty small; even at 10 years old, she was totally bigger than my mom.
   "My mom says you're going to be beautiful."
   She smiled and gave me a big hug, and those big, heavy breasts pressed against me, which I have to admit, caused some movement in my hairless, prepubescent penis.  "Thanks. I can tell you're really nice. That's why I've wanted to be friends with you. But I know how it is."
   Well that made me feel bad, because I was pretty nice but I hadn't been acting nicely at all. "I like you too. I just, you know—"
   She put her hand up to stop me. "—I know. I see what those jerks put you through. So. Want to play a game?" She had a sweet face and she was actually kind of pretty. I tried to imagine her just a little less fat but it was hard. "Cards?" she asked.
   "I don't really know any games besides War."
   "I'll teach you."
   So I got over myself. We played for a little while and she was totally fun, nice, great sense of humor, great smile, so fun that I felt bad we couldn't just be friends at school.  She was a super cool girl. She taught me some poker games and gin rummy.  Finally, she put the cards away and grabbed my hand. "Come on, I want to show you something." Her hands were so huge. She walked me downstairs, through the kitchen and into the garage, which had been turned into a complete home gym — squat rack, bench, dumbbells... 
   "Cool, right? It's my dad's."  I nodded. I had never really been in a weight room before.  "Want me to show you how to do some stuff? My dad's been teaching me."
   "Sure," I said. I was a little young, but I wanted to be strong one day for sure.
   "I'm actually really strong now," she said, flexing both arms. "There must be some muscle somewhere in all that blubber." She wasn't that fat. Her arms were big and kind of shapeless, I mean, I could kind of see a little bump where the muscle was supposed to be, but they weren't like gross fat or anything. She walked over to the bench. "Let's start light so you can learn the form," she said, nodding at me to take off the thirty five pound plate on my side. Man, it was heavy. I was barely able to get it off. Then, she handed me two ten pounders to me and we loaded the bar.  "Now all you got to do...well, let me just show you." She laid down on the bench and grabbed the bar. Her breasts were like two big bowling balls on top of her chest.   Seriously, I couldn't believe how big those things were. 10 years old! "Get a grip a little wider than your shoulders." She lifted it off. "And then, you go straight down until you touch your chest, and back up. Just like this." She did about three of them easily before putting the bar back.  "Your turn," she said.
   I laid down and she stood behind me. "I'm going to spot you in case you have any trouble okay? So don't worry." I looked up and all I could see was tits.  I grabbed the bar like she said and lifted off. I was shaking a little. "Good! Now lower it slowly, and then when you get to the bottom, push up hard." 
   The weight felt really heavy going down but I trusted her.  I pushed as hard as I could when I got to the bottom but the bar didn't move.
   "Hard as you can!" 
   I was. 
   "You're not breathing, breathe." 
   I started breathing again but the bar still wasn't going anywhere. "Okay, don't worry, I'm going to help you, keep pushing." She put her hands under it and the bar slowly went up.  "See, now you're doing it! Okay, now go backwards a little." She helped me get it on the rack. "Perfect! I barely did anything."
"I couldn't move it at all."
"It's okay, it's really hard the first time. It'll get easier. You want to try with less weight?"
   I shook my head; that was enough humiliation for one day. She did it so easily; she probably could have done twenty of them and I couldn't even do one.  She put her arm around me. "Don't worry, you'll get stronger. You'll be way stronger than me one day. "
   "How much weight can you do?"
   "I've been doing it for awhile. I am pretty strong though. Watch this."
   She grabbed me by waist and lifted me above her head like they do with cheerleaders and just held me there. I probably only weighed about 100 pounds then, but still. I could feel something going on in my pants again. Then she lowered me, and it rubbed right between her breasts on the way down. "What was that?" she said, looking at my pants.   
   I'm sure I was blushing. 
   "Hey," she said. "My parents aren't going to be here for another couple of hours.  Would you like to touch them?" and she squeezed them just to make sure I knew what she was talking about.
   I must have turned white or something because she immediately tried to reassure me. "You don't have to. But if you do, I'm not going to tell anyone just like we said. Okay? Promise."
   "Okay." I did really want to touch them.  I always wanted to touch them, even when I was embarrassed that she liked me.  I put my hands on them like I might break them or something, but she just put her huge hands on top of mine. "Squeeze them," she said.  "It's okay."
   I felt like I was about to split my pants. She removed my hands and took her shirt off. They looked even bigger in her bra, like they were just stuffed in there, and the bra looked pretty big already, like I don't know how big those cups were but it was the biggest bra I'd ever seen, way bigger than my mom's and she had a rack. I wiped the drool from my chin and was about to put my hands on them again. "Hold on." She took her bra off and there they were.  Naked. Big and round and firm. They defied gravity.
   "Do you like them?"
   "They're beautiful." They were. Absolutely amazing.
   "Aw, thanks. Squeeze my nipples."
   "Like that?" They were big and hard. 
   "Perfect. You're good at this." She looked down at my pants. "Can I touch yours?" She reached for my pants and touched my hardness.  I nodded. She walked behind me, her tits around my ears, and stuck her hand down my pants. It felt so weird to have someone else's hand on it. But good weird.  "It's very hard."
   I nodded. I had suddenly lost my voice.
   "Can I see it?" She was already leaning over me, undoing my belt and unbuttoning my jeans. She pulled down my underwear and started stroking it. "Does that feel good?"
   "Yes."
   She looked at it like it was some exotic creature at the zoo or something.
   "I feel something too," she said, touching her crotch.  Her breathing got a little heavy.  She was going faster now. "How's that?"
   "Great." I felt something weird, like it was heating up or something, and then it happened. Stuff splatted all over the bench and I was worried maybe something broke in there.   "Wow!" she said. 
   "I'm sorry," I said, but when I turned to look at her, she looked like she was about to get sick. Her hand was down her pants. She screamed and took her hand out.  "Oh God. That felt so good."
   I felt her breasts some more, squeezing her nipples. "Kiss them," she said.  I kissed them like I kissed my mom on the cheek and she kind of laughed. "Lick my nipples. That's right. Oh, that's nice. Bite them a little." She tasted good, kind of like berries or something, and I felt it getting hard again.  "Okay, that's enough. Oooh! I feel tingly all over."
   "I made a mess."
   "Don't worry, silly, we'll clean it up. Nobody's going to see it."
   "I don't know what happened."
   "That's what's supposed to be happen, silly!"
   "Yeah, how do you know?"
   "They taught us about that at my last school."  She grabbed a towel and wiped it up. "That was so fun! Wasn't it?"
   "Yes." I was a boy of very few words; but let me tell you, I was excited on the inside. 
   "And we're not going to tell anybody. Maybe we can do that again some time." I really wanted to do it again, all the time. She smelled the towel. "I like your smell. Maybe next time I can kiss yours too." 
   That sounded good. "Okay."
   "Hey, we got like an hour before my parents get home. Want me to show you some more weights?"
         __________________

   The teasing came hard the next to day, but somehow I felt pretty good about myself. I heard Shannon telling her lie, and I'm she sure heard me telling mine, but what was cool was the little secret we had.  Of course, I didn't tell my mom that. As far as my mom was concerned, she owed me big time— I had the worst time EVER and would NEVER go to Shannon's house again. The truth was, I went there every chance I could without anybody finding out, maybe once a week or so. I finally knew what it really meant to like a girl. She was my first kiss, and  we tried a lot of stuff together.  We became best friends actually, even without anyone knowing about it. And then in April, her dad a got a job in Paris and I figured I would never see her again.

[johnnylm]

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[caino]

No words needed... this story is something great!!!
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  Amazing start! Can't wait for the reunion. Karma for all!

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[johnnylm]

thanks for the love.   Next installment. Hopefully you Shannon fans will get some satisfaction...

   The problem with my plan was this— I didn't really have one. Let's just say she caught me by surprise in more ways than one. All I was hoping to do was catch a glimpse of her. I was totally unprepared to find myself face to face with her, ogling those beautiful breasts through a soaking wet tank top. And the muscles. Lord. I was desperately trying to think up something smoov too say but my tongue had abandoned me in the face of this ridiculously powerful, sexy girl who I just happened to have gone down on when she was ten.
   "You're looking good D," Shannon said. "You've grown a lot." That's what me she called me back then when we were alone. My name is Darren.
   "You too, Shan!"
   She laughed. She still had that sweet giggle.
   "When did you move back?"
   "This week actually. I was going to call you."
   "You were?"
   "Yeah, silly. You were my best friend."
   I'm sure I was blushing. "Me too."
   "I'd give you a hug but I'm a little sweaty right now."
   Oh man, I would have loved that, feeling those big mounds pressed against me again, digging into that big butt of hers, but I had to think of the long game here, couldn't blow it all for a hug. Could I? "Yeah, I just worked out too."
   "Then what are waiting for, D?" She said with a big smile. She got up from the bench, and when I tell you I had to look up, I mean, the back of my head was pressed back against my back. I took a step back.
   "How tall are you?"
   "6' 2" and a little."
   "Wow."
   She laughed. "Come on, you're  5' 11" and a little right? Are you're still growing aren't you? I stopped. I think." She held her arms wide. Her wide arms wide.  "Can we? I am really sweaty, do you mind?"
   "Nah."
   When she said hug, she meant it. She wrapped me in her arms and squeezed, and I just sank into those breasts of hers, her sweat soaking my chest and her sweet smell suddenly deep inside of me again. She was so big and strong that she enveloped me, made me feel like a little kid again. I squeezed too, but it felt nothing like before—she was rock hard and even wider than she was when she was fat. I slid my hands down her wide back, feeling it narrow as I moved towards her waist, and the urge to feel her ass  was real.  But I couldn't do that. Could I? Not yet.  I could feel things starting to move down there, and I couldn't let that happen, not now, I was in running shorts for crying out loud, what I was thinking?
   Thankfully, she pushed away. "So great to see you, D."
   My eyes landed on the bulging muscle above her tits.  Holy shit she was big. Like bodybuilder big. Swollen, plates of muscle with a gorge in between that had to be half an inch deep, cleavage above the cleavage, intimidating for sure. "You too, Shan. I missed you when you left." 
   "Aww, aren't you sweet."
   "How was Paris?"
   "It's a beautiful city. I really liked living there.  But I missed it here. And I mean. To be honest, with this body of mine..." She flexed her right arm just a little.  "...I didn't go over too well with the French. I think it'll be a little easier here. Not sure about high school but you know, one year, I'm used to it by now. It won't bother me. Looking forward to college though, that's for sure."
   "You'll be okay."
   "Aw, you're so sweet. I remember how sweet you were, D." She gave me a friendly little punch on the shoulder.
   I'm sure I was blushing. "Did you learn French?"
   "Bien sur!"
   "I guess that means yes."
   She laughed, which calmed me a little. "What about you, D? What have you been up to?"
   "Oh you know. I made the basketball team but I don't play much."
   "And you said you've been working out?"
   "Yeah, I started like a year ago. I just grew a lot so I'm you know..." I got self-conscious suddenly, looking at how huge she was.
   "I see some muscle there," she said. She grabbed my arm and squeezed a little. I'm pretty sure my upper arm fit neatly inside her huge hand. "The girls must be all over you."
   I smiled. I mean, I had kissed a girl or two, but that was about it.
   "Do you have a girlfriend?"
   "No. You?"
   "I'm not into girls." She winked at me.
   I laughed. "I meant—"
   "—I know what you meant. I don't have one, no. I was way too scary for those French boys."
   "Cool."
   "They had to change the dress code for me. You should have seen me in that little plaid skirt."
   "Wow, yeah." I would have liked that.
   "Well, hey, listen, I'm in the middle of a workout—"
   "—Oh yeah, sorry, I totally forgot, I was just so excited—"
   "—No I just. I didn't mean it that way, sorry. I was totally just going to ask if you wanted to join me. I mean, I know you said you just finished working out, so you know—"
   "—Sure. I could work out some more."
   "Great!"
   "I mean today was leg day so, it looks you're doing upper body—"
   "—I am, chest and biceps."
   "So..." It was then that I noticed she had two 45's on each side. Holy shit.
   "Perfect!" She followed my eyes to the weights. "I just have one more set of bench presses, but I could totally spot you for as many as you want."
   I was having second thoughts. On the one hand, it was my wet dream to be here with her; I had been dreaming about this day for most of my childhood. And on the other, the dream I had didn't go exactly like this. In the dream, I had come back bigger and stronger than she was; a man. Still, those big, juicy muscles of hers were doing something to me, even though it was hard to understand.
   Shannon looked concerned. "You okay? What do you want on there?"
   "Uh. 35s?" Usually I warmed up with 25s but given what she was doing, I didn't think my ego could handle that.
   She read me like a book. "We can start with less if you want. Listen, don't worry about me, I've been working out a lot longer than you have.  I got really serious with it. Obviously." She flexed her right bicep and I almost shat my pants. Even half-flexed, it was bigger than I could even imagine my own bicep getting. Ever.  "And you know what else? I didn't have to worry about gaining weight when I started. I was wearing all the fuel I needed."
   "I'm okay with 35s." No matter what she said, I still had too much pride.
   "Great!" At least she didn't laugh at me. I watched her take the two 45s off at the same time.  I laid down on the bench and found myself looking right up her shirt, right past her lean, flat abs into those giant melons. They looked even bigger than I remembered. "You ready?"
   I lifted the bar off and knocked out eight reps no problem; the last two were a little slower. "Nice!" she said.  I got up off the bench but she didn't move.
   "You going to go?"
   "I just have one set left. You go ahead. I'll do mine at the end."
   "You sure you don't mind?"
   "I'm good. What do you want on now?"
   We loaded the 45's on there.  I psyched myself up a little and laid down.  "Give me a lift off?"
   "Sure!" I was ready.  I pumped out five no problem, more than I had ever done before, probably just pure adrenaline at this point. The sixth one was tough but somehow I locked it out.
   "Come on, one more," she yelled, excited.
   I pushed with all I had, but I could barely get it off my chest. Shannon helped me.
   "Amazing! I barely helped you with that." She paused. "What's your max?"
   "155. Twenty pounds more than my weight." I think I did one rep once with help.
   "Me too! See? You're just as strong as I am. But if I can make a suggestion. If 155's your max, you should really start with about half of that. Did you want do 155?" 
   "Nah, I'm good. Feeling a little tired from my other workout." I was totally lying of course. After that set, 155 would have been a total fail no matter how much adrenaline I had working.
   "Okay, you sure? Then I guess I'll just do my last set."
   "Cool. I'll spot you."
   "Cool. I might need help on the last couple."  I  loaded the two 45s back onto the bar. 
   "Need a lift-off?"
   "Nah."   She laid down and lifted the bar off the rack and went at it.  And I focused on keeping my tongue in my mouth. I could see the thickness in her arms, her jacked lats pressing against her tank top, and then there were the thick, angry traps and  her vascular chest, the muscle above those bowling balls, looking it was going to burst through her skin.  I tried pulling my hips back to hide my erection. She hit eight without even struggling, and then suddenly the weight seemed to get to her.    "Might need help," she said. I got my hands ready, and she had definitely slowed down, but it sure didn't look she was struggling. She did ten and stopped.
   "You look like you could do more. I mean, you did ten."
   "I know, I can't believe it! Maybe because you're here."
   "One more set?"
   "That's okay, we've got a lot more to do. How about a few sets of curls and then we'll do an upper chest press."
   "You're the boss."
   She winked at me and walked over to the 45s, and I just watched her in total awe as she pumped out reps in perfect form, watched the veins pop out of those enormous, bulging biceps, the striations in her jacked shoulders moving with every rep. "Thirteen, fourteen, fifteen!" She turned to look at me. "Aren't you going to do any?"
"Oh." I picked up the 25s. Yeah, you guessed it, a little heavy for me. Now she was watching me. I got to about five reps before I started to fail. I was cheating all over the place.
   She stood in front of me and helped. "Pull your shoulders back."
   I stopped at ten, my arms totally shot.
   "You know, you really—"
   "—less weight. I know."
   She smiled.  "You'll get stronger. A lot stronger. It just happens a little later for boys."
   "I don't think I'll ever be as strong as you."
   "Awww." She put her arm around me. "There aren't too many guys who are. Does that bother you?"
   "A little."
   "It doesn't bother me. Not at all. You are so handsome just the way you are."  She shivered a little. It's getting a little drafty in here. Are you cold?"
   Really? It was the middle of July. "Not at all. I'm a little hot actually."
   "Maybe it's all the sweat. Do you mind if we just close the garage door for a minute?" She closed it and walked over to me. "You know, I've got a lot more working out to do, but I guess I'm just feeling very distracted right now."
   "I'm sorry, I can—"
   "—No D, geez." She laid her hand on my cheek, leaned over and stuck her tongue down my throat. Then she wrapped her powerful arms around me and we made out. My hands were roaming everywhere,  her huge, powerful ass, her bulging hamstrings, her arms, her traps, they moved from one jacked bulge to another, unable to stop exploring. Then she pushed me away. She took off her shirt. "Let's do this naked."
   My stomach dropped. The first shock was that she wasn't wearing a bra.  The way her breasts were showing through the tank it didn't look like she was, but I figured there must have been one. How was it possible that breasts that huge could sit that high on her chest?  But besides that, she was an absolute specimen. I could count the six pack, deep veined ridges of bulging muscle, and it looked like twelve to me.  Her lats started almost from her waist and fanned out into huge, round, veiny bulges near the armpits, and her breasts, the nipples erect, she was obviously excited. She smiled. "A little different, right?" Then she put her hand on my cock and squeezed. She leaned over, grazed her lips on my ear and whispered, "You like my muscles, don't you?" I nodded. She looked at me, my hands glued to my side. "Don't you want to touch them? Lick them?"
   I did that. I was all over her while she flexed them for me, hungrily squeezing and measuring with my hands, my cock threatening to explode.  Licking the salt off her, nibbling on her nipples... Her double biceps made my knees weak, and I swear those big, veiny, round things filled my hands all by themselves. When she pushed me off and bore down into an ab vacuum, her lats expanding out like fleshy balloons and her arms exploding, I felt myself grabbing my own cock. She grabbed my wrist with her powerful hand and pulled it away. Her forearms were bigger than my biceps.  "No, no. Save that for me, D." She ran her hands up and down my skinny chest, squeezed my tiny ass.  "You feel so good, D."  Then she reached her hand into my shorts. "D! What is this?" Then, slowly, gently, she pulled my shorts around my ankles. Her jaw dropped.
   "D. Big D! Looks like I'm not the only one who changed. That's the biggest thing I've ever seen." I knew I had a big cock. I was very proud of my cock. I watched © Saradas all the time and I was as big as most of those guys.  Bigger than most. She was standing behind me now, grabbing it with both of her hands, and I had a couple inches more than that.  "Oh my! It's thick too. No wonder you're skinny, you're body has been putting all its energy into this!"  She leaned over and whispered in my ear. She obviously liked doing that, and it was driving me crazy. "You remember that first time?"
   "Yes."
   "Turn around."  She put her hands under my arms and slowly lifted me, dragging my cock through her cleavage and up along her tongue until she locked out her arms. She took my head in her mouth and I just prayed I didn't blow. Then, she slowly lowered me down. "You always liked how strong I was. Didn't you?"
   I nodded.
   "You were just a little scared of me, right? Is that why you never wanted to be with me?"
   I nodded. I had never thought of it that way, but I supposed she was right. Her size was intimidating but it probably turned me on. I was just a little young to know what that meant.
   She was stroking my cock again. "How could I have expected that— it was a little thing wasn't it? Was going to turn into this??"
   "Same," I said, feeling her thick, sweaty abs.
   Then she pulled off her shorts. I don't know how it was possible I hadn't noticed her legs yet. They were as thick and ripped and vascular as the rest of her, her grapefruit calves,  the separation in her quads and the bulge above her knee, her glutes visible from the front, almost nauseatingly jacked, unlike anything I had ever seen or could ever imagine on a girl before...and then there it was. Dang, it looked like a cock at first, this big meaty thing between her pussy lips. I had never seen another girl, but it didn't look like anything they showed us in anatomy class. My mouth started to water. 
   "Did you bring a condom?" she asked.
   I shook my head.
   "What kind of teenage boy are you? Darn, I really want that thing inside of me." Now I felt like an idiot. What was I thinking?
   "I could put it in for a minute?"
   She laughed. "I don't think so! It's hard to imagine you lasting very long right now. No offense or anything."  She motioned for me to approach her.  Then she put her hands on my shoulders and pushed me to my knees.  "Make it up to me," she said softly.  I was face to face with it now, and it was so huge, I didn't even know how to start. I gave it a lick and she moaned. I was almost drooling, it tasted so good, salty sweet and slightly fishy, luscious, meaty pussy sushi.  I eased into it, licking in small circles, up and around and over, and finally I took the whole thing in my mouth. She started moaning like crazy and I just kept working it, squeezing it between my tongue and teeth, biting it gently, sucking it as hard as I could, until finally she grabbed me by the back of my head and shoved it down my throat.  She was moaning and I was suffocating, and it was so fucking hot my cock was about to explode. I was gasping for air by the time she let go.  She lifted me to my feet. "D. That was...you are a wizard. How about a little licky for you, huh D? Would you like that?"
   She got down on her knees and started bobbing on me, occasionally working it with her huge fucking arm, the bicep pumping, and then she started going deep, like I couldn't believe how deep, and I realized it was her throat that was bearing down on me. Suddenly, she had the whole thing inside of her and was licking my balls, and that's when I blew, rivers of cum, and she slowly came off me, licking up the dribble as it came out of my cock. When I had no more to give, she stood up and put her hand on my shoulder. "Good licky licky ?"
   "Amazing. That's not the first time you've done that."
   She smiled. "Awww. No, baby. I'm sorry."
   "I thought you said the boys were afraid of you."
   "You don't think I spent all those years in France without getting any, did you?  The boys were afraid, so I found myself some men. But none of them had half the cock you've got. Not one."
   "So...you've done everything?" 
   "Everything. Does that bother you?"
   "No. I haven't though." I couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed.
   "Don't worry, D, I'll teach you.  Next time, bring a condom." She leaned down and whispered in my ear again. "I can't wait to have that big thing inside of me."
   I was already getting hard again. I nodded. 
   "Hey, you want to start working out with me?  I'll be your trainer."
   "Would you?"
   "Maybe we can start running together too."
   "Sure."
   She put her arms around me and shoved her tongue into my mouth again.  "Don't worrry, D. It's going to be amazing."

   

   
   
   

[havok1209]

Now this is the kind of FMG/FBB story we've needed. Nice start

[Sounder9-]

This is really good! Romantic even.

[sevenpeight]

I agree with all the other comments - love it! K+

[QBikk]

Great start, the characters are likeable

[hatour]

  Karma for all!

[rodman]

Absolutely Awesome 👏👏👍! Karma for you and future chapters 💪👍😍! Love it 😍. Thanks!

[johnnylm]

Don't have a lot of time to write these days, but here's a little morsel in the mean time.

   "D!" Did she ever leave that garage? She spotted me as soon as I hit the driveway. I had stuffed a condom in my socks and ran over straightaway after school. Literally ran over, since 'going for a run' was the M.O. I gave Moms.   It couldn't have been an hour since school got out and somehow she'd already sweated through her tank top. Her legs were glistening too.
   "Damn, Shan, you live down here?"
   "Almost," she said, grabbing me and sticking her tongue down my throat. 
   "Maybe we should close the garage door."
   She laughed. "What? Am I embarrassing you?"
   "Nah, Shan, you know why."
   "I do know why. But I want to try a little experiment first. You good with that?"
   I nodded, hoping that whatever she had in mind wasn't either embarrassing or humiliating.
   "Here's what I'm trying to find out. What exactly is it about me that turns you on?"
   "Uh. Everything?"
   "Yeah, but I want to  be scientific about it."
   " How you going to do that?"
   "Your  big thermometer." She shoved her huge hand down my shorts.  I was, of course, already bunker buster hard. "This poses a challenge to my method. I need you to start in a flaccid state. How about I suck you off before we start?"
   "With the garage door open?"
   That made her laugh. "How about  we go inside." She took my hand and led me into the kitchen. 
   "We could...uh...make love. I brought a condom."
   "Slow down, Lone Ranger. We got plenty of time to ourselves."
   She lifted me onto the counter and started going at it.  She went at it fast and sloppy, licking and sucking hard, pumping it with her huge arm.  "Like that?" she said, flexing her big-ass, veiny bicep.
   That was when I blew all over her face.  "Sorry!'
   "Aww. Don't apologize. I love your giz, D!" She began to lick it all off her face.  "At least I know you like these," she said, flexing those big arms of hers, pumping them, and I'm sure my eyes were bugging out as those huge, bulging chunks expanded.  She looked down at my cock, which was already reaching towards her. "Already? Man, this is going to be a time consuming experiment." She lifted me off the counter and grabbed my hand. "Aren't you going to pull up your shorts?" she said as she was opening the door to the garage.  I forgot. Must have been shell shocked. 
   "Okay.  So I see you like my arms. That has been established without a doubt.  How about my feet? You a foot man?" she said, kicking off her flip flops. 
   They were nice, big, strong looking vascular feet, nails painted a radioactive blue.  "Nice. You have nice feet."
   She reached down my shorts. "Eh, not so much. Okay, let's go over to the bench for a minute." She kneeled on on one side, put her elbow down and motioned for me to grab her hand.
   "Aw, come on Shan, I don't have a chance against you."
   "That's not the point, D. This is an experiment."
   I sighed and grabbed her hand. She counted us off. I went at her as hard as I could and she didn't move. I was trying so hard I was shaking but when I looked her, she didn't seem to be doing anything. "Come on, D! You can do better than that." Her forearm was bulging and veiny, disgustingly beefy. Her hand dwarfed mine. Her huge, craggy bicep looked like it was going to explode out of her arm.  Then, slowly, effortlessly, she started to move me. "Keep fighting, D. You're not allowed to give up."  She touched my knuckles to the bench and let go of my hand, which felt a little numb. "Nice try, D. Stand up."
   She reached down my pants as looked around to make sure nobody was walking by. "Don't worry, D, nobody's watching us. You've got such a nice cock. And given that it's rock hard right now," she said, stroking it, "I would venture that you like being dominated. And you know what?" she said, grabbing my hand and sticking it down her shorts.  Her clit was bulging and slick with her viscous juices.  She leaned down and whispered in my ear. "I think I like it too."
   She was driving me absolutely wild. "Can I suck it?"
"Maybe we should close the garage door for that." As soon as she hit the button, I had her shorts around her ankles.  Dang that thing was tasty.   I went at it so hard that she was pumping my face in no time, nearly gagging me.  She let out a roar when she came. "Damn, your good! How about I jack you with my big, strong arm?" she said, flexing.  She pulled it out of my shorts, spit on it and pumped me base to head. I couldn't take my eyes off her bulging forearm; dang, had to be four times bigger than my bicep. "Better tell me when you're going to cum."
   "I'm gonna cum!" I yelled.
   "She got down on her knees and jammed it down her throat.  I came just as my burning head passed through her epiglottis. I felt like a fucking firehouse.
   "Great!" she said, as if she had just jumped out of the shower or something. "Next test. Brute strength. What do you like best, upper body or lower body?"
   "Both," I said. 
   "Good answer, D!  Let's try upper body then.  Now I know if I take my shirt off right now, you're going  to just blow your wad, so I'll leave it on for now," she said, squeezing her breasts.  "Let's load up the bench." We put two plates on each side. "Aw, how about one more?" she said. 
   "For reals?" I couldn't even add that high.  "I thought you said you could you could bench twenty more than you weighed."
   "Eh, I was being modest," she said, smiling.
   "How much is that?"
   "A lot."   She lifted it off. Dang, she was big.  She lowered it  and pushed it up easily. Then she kept going.  Two, three...I watched the muscle cleavage below her collar bone explode.  Four, five....Her traps were veiny slabs of beef. Six, seven...holy fuck, she was beast! Eight, nine, ten!  She racked the bar and my cock felt like it was going to blow all by itself.
   "Oh my," she said, reaching up to fondle it.  "Brute force wins!"  She pulled my shorts down and reached her jacked arms around my hips, pulling my cock towards her mouth.  She didn't need to ask twice.  I grabbed her meaty breasts and shoved my cock into her mouth. I pumped her hard and fast until I blew.  She licked up every last drop and sucked my balls for good measure. 
   "You got that condom handy, babe?"
   

[QBikk]

Wow, you don't have much time to write but you sure knows how to entertain. It was fun to read and it goes in an interesting romance story. I like it.

[JogiBear]

great Story