Part 1 - Reunion
Bonnie and I have known each other since either of us canremember. She's the daughter of my dad's closest friend, and wespent a lot of time together as children. However, by the timewe were in our teens, it was apparent to me that we were amismatch; I had essentially stopped growing when I was 13 at5'4", and, not being particularly athletic, never topped 130 lbs. Bonnie, on the other hand, by the time she was 15 stood over5'10" of lush, full bodied, blonde beauty and, although she wasalmost three years younger than I, made me feel almost like askinny child when we were together. Yet, for reasons I could never fathom, she had also devel-oped a massive crush on me. Not that I wasn't good looking andpersonable; the girls at school called me "pretty boy" (a name Ihated), and I was generally considered fun to be with, but therewere plenty of other guys around who were tall enough and eagerto date her. Nevertheless, she rejected them all to spend herfree time with me. Because of our difference in size, I resistedher many overtures and managed to keep our relationship on a"just friends" basis, and was actually relieved when her fathermoved away to start his own business, although Bonnie was intears. During the intervening four years our families kept incontact, and Bonnie and I would occasionally talk on the tele-phone, but we didn't see each other. I graduated from a localcollege and was ready to start graduate school the following fallwhen dad received a call from Bonnie's father. It seemed thathis new business was booming, and he wanted dad to join his firmas the top finance executive. The offer was too good to pass up,and since dad could not afford to send me away to school, Iapplied to a graduate school in the new city and moved with them. We had barely arrived and settled into our new home whenBonnie called to invite me to her house for what she described asthe "last Saturday afternoon pool party of the summer season",making it clear in the process that she still had her crush on meand "couldn't wait" to see me again. Although leery aboutresuming what had been a difficult relationship, I accepted onthe assumption that her parents would be there and her invitationprovided an opportunity to make some new friends in a strangecity. So, following her directions and with beach towel andswimming trunks under one arm, by one o'clock that Saturdayafternoon I was knocking on the door of her stately suburbanhome, wondering what changes four years had made in this tall,lush beauty. Whatever I may have been expecting, I was totally unpreparedfor the blonde giantess who greeted me. Dressed in a loose, fulllength, white beach robe that covered her from her neck to herankles and towering well over six and a half feet tall on fourinch platform sandals, her blonde, upswept hairdo literallybrushed the top of the doorway. The lovely features of a facethat had been almost heart shaped were now stronger, more squar-ish, but, if possible, even more beautiful. Standing, as I was, on the front stoop several inches belowthe level of the door jam, my eyes were about even with whereher rib cage would have been under the flowing robe, but I didn'tstay there long. Flashing me a dazzling smile as I gaped up ather stupidly, she cried, "Johnny!", and pulled me through thedoor to envelope me in her long arms and mash my face into herrobe between surprisingly small, firm breasts. Then, taking meby my shoulders, she held me out at arm's length, looking fondlyover a foot down at me. "Johnny!" she gushed. "You look fantastic! I don't thinkyou've changed a bit. You're just as I remember you!" I allowed as how I couldn't say the same for her, and shegiggled, "You don't know the half of it," as she guided methrough the front hall to a powder room, where she suggested Ichange into my swimming trunks and join her at the back yardpool. Notwithstanding a sinking feeling that I was letting myselfin for something I couldn't handle, I did so and, draping mytowel around my shoulders, made my way through a large, slidingglass door to the rear patio and a huge, "L" shaped swimmingpool. Bonnie was alone, still wearing her loose robe, loungingin a deck chair by the pool. She grinned up at me as I askedwhere the party was and replied, "We're the party, Johnny. Justus. Mom and Dad are out of town for the weekend, and I thought Iwould take the opportunity to renew our...friendship. Besides,"she added, rising to her feet to loom over me, "don't you want tosee how much I've changed?" With that, she threw open her robe and, in a single, fluidmotion, dropped it to the patio behind her. My jaw dropped in abject amazement and dismay as my worstfears were realized. Her body was a veritable symphony ofrippling muscularity that would have put a lot of male bodybuild-ers to shame. Shoulders that were wide enough for me to sit onflowed to massively muscled arms that were at least twice thesize of my own and a wide, deep chest that tapered in a sharp "V"to an incredibly slim, washboard like waist and hard, round hips. Her thighs and calves were huge and, like the rest of her, lookedlike they were carved in ivory. "You see, Johnny," she giggled, flexing a bicep that lookedbigger than a baseball and just as hard under my nose, "I'vegotten into weight lifting and bodybuilding since the last timewe met, and it's made quite a difference, don't you think? Istand six feet five and one-half inches in my bare feet and weightwo hundred and twenty pounds of solid muscle. I don't thinkyou'll be able to resist me now, do you?" With that she slid her hands under my armpits and, with noeffort at all, lifted me bodily off the patio to hold me at arm'slength high in the air in front of her. I gasped and cried,"Bonnie. For God's sake, put me down!" But she continued tohold me for several moments, smiling placidly at my futilesquirming, before lowering me slowly until, her upper arms at herside and her massive forearms level with the ground, she washolding me with my eyes just below the level of her chin and myfeet still dangling almost a foot off the ground. Then, withoutmoving her upper arms, as if she were effortlessly curling asmall barbell, she raised and lowered me several times, bringingmy face up close to hers where she would blow me a kiss orplayfully nibble my nose or chin. When she lowered me the finaltime, she held me there, looking down at me mischievously. "My, Johnny," she giggled, "you're as soft and light as alittle baby. I'll bet I can do anything with you I want to. Let's see, now..." Before I could protest, with a casual flip ofher forearms, she tossed me up and, while I was momentarilysuspended in midair, shifted her grip down so that her big handsand long, powerful fingers almost completely encircled my waist. As her thumbs pressed into my soft abdomen to force air from mylungs, she lifted me high into the air again, tilting me forwardso that she could look into my eyes with unconcealed amusement. I tried to protest, but could manage only a strangled gasp as sheslowly tilted me from side to side and then forward, bringing myface down to hers to plant a playful kiss on the tip of my nose. Then she brought me close to her, slowly sliding me down hermagnificent body until my eyes were just below her own, my feetdangling over a foot above the ground. Holding me hard againsther, she moved one hand down to grip my buttocks and the other upto cup the back of my head. With the pressure on my stomach released, I gulped air intomy tortured lungs and gasped, "Come on, Bonnie! Cut it out! Putme down! Please!" "Not quite yet, little one," she murmured huskily. "I'vebeen waiting too long to get you like this," and began massagingmy buttocks and covering my face and neck with passionate kissesand love bites. I squirmed helplessly in her grip, pushingagainst her broad shoulders with my hands with all my strength,but she barely seemed to notice my efforts. Even worse, I beganto feel little pangs of sexual desire through my lower body, andmy penis started to throb and strain against the pressure of myswimming trunks. "Bonnie, please stop this!" I begged, "you're going to coverme with hickeys!" She giggled. "That's the idea, baby," she replied. "I'mputting my marks on you so everyone will know you belong to me."Then she buried her open mouth in the side of my neck, her teethbiting down hard as she sucked powerfully at my soft flesh. Finally she released my neck and lowered me slowly and effort-lessly to the ground. "That," she proclaimed triumphantly, "willbe the granddaddy of all hickeys!" "And my cue to exit," I replied, backing away from her andchecking the distance to the house. Thinking I had a chance, Ibroke for the house as fast as I could. I wasn't fast enough. She caught me in half a dozen long strides and, with a laugh,wrapped one powerful arm around my waist and swung me completelyoff the ground to tuck me securely under her armpit and carry me,kicking and struggling, back to the pool. There, she shifted meforward and tucked me under her other arm so that I was facing toher rear. "Time to get rid of your swimming suit, Johnny," she toldme. "You're not likely to try to run away from me naked, areyou?" "Bonnie, no!" I protested, redoubling my efforts to escapeher grasp. "Please don't do this!" But I was helpless againstthe incredible strength of this beautiful, young Amazon as shecasually slid my trunks down over my knees. Then, reaching down to grip one of my ankles, she let me drop so that I was hangingupside down from her single hand, my head dangling over a footoff the ground. Catching my other ankle with her free hand, shecasually forced my feet together and completed the job of remov-ing my trunks, after which she laid them over her shoulder andreached down to slide her free hand behind my neck, turn me rightside up and lower me to the ground. Then she straightened to herfull height to hold my trunks high above her head, well out of myreach, and grin mischievously down at me. By this time it was obvious that I was incapable of provid-ing any effective resistance to whatever she wanted to do withme, so I tried to reason with her. "Come, on, Bonnie," I plead-ed, "this is crazy. You're too much bigger and stronger than Iam for us to have any kind of romantic relationship. We'd be thelaughing stock of the town!" She tossed my trunks aside, took my face in both her bighands and tilted my head back, forcing me to look up at herlovely features looming over a foot above my own. "Not true,Johnny," she replied. "I'm bigger than most of the boys atcollege except a few of the football and basketball jocks, andI'm stronger than they are to boot. I beat the captain of thewrestling team in arm wrestling, and he weighs a solid 250pounds! Yet most of the boys I know--and, I'm told, a lot Idon't--would give a year's allowance to be in your place rightnow. Not only that, but most of the girls on our girls' basket-ball and track and field teams are close to or over six feettall, and they all work out with weights like I do. All of themhave boy friends who aren't much bigger or stronger than you are. You'd fit right in." My heart sank. If what she was saying were true, I was deadmeat, doomed to be a part of a clique in which the men were theweaker sex! And with her being Dad's boss' daughter, therewasn't a thing I could do about it! My dismay must have shown in my face, for she suddenly bentdown to look fondly into my eyes. "Don't worry, baby," she saidsoftly. "By the time I'm finished with you, you'll be as crazyabout me me as I am about you." "Huh? Wha..." As I gaped up at her stupidly, I was sudden-ly aware that her right hand was no longer holding my face, andthen I felt it slide between my thighs, twist to force them apartand firmly, yet gently, encompass my naked crotch. InstinctivelyI grabbed her big wrist with both my small hands in a futileattempt to dislodge her grip. Then, to my abject amazement, sheshifted her other hand to the back of my neck and rose to herfull height, effortlessly lifting me with her and tilting mebackward to raise and capture my open mouth with hers. As hertongue probed the inside of my mouth at will, I felt her handbegin to gently massage my crotch and reawaken the pangs ofsexual desire in my body. Within seconds my penis was throbbingand straining against the palm of her hand. For the first time I realized fully the extent of thisgorgeous giantess' unbelievable strength and how puny and help-less I was against her. She had lifted and was supporting my 130lbs. of weight in the palm of a single hand with no more effortthan if I were a baby! And even worse, she was arousing mesexually against my will! No one, man or woman, had ever beforemade me feel so weak and defenseless. Held in midair in the palmof her hand, her open mouth crushing down on mine and the ache ofsexual desire flooding my body, it was as though a screw werebeing turned in my back, and I knew that I would never be thesame as I had been before. After what seemed like an eternity, she released my mouth,slowly lowered me to the ground and removed her hand from mycrotch. My penis sprang to attention like an uncoiled spring,and she laughed delightedly. "My, my, Johnny," she giggled,"even I didn't think I could make you want me so quickly. Thisis going to be a lot easier than I expected. But, since I'm notready yet, I guess we'll have to take some of the pressure offthat little dingus of yours..." Catching my wrists in her big hands, she forced them togeth-er and up over my head where she secured them in the grip of asingle hand. Then, simultaneously bending me backward anddropping to one knee, she slid her free hand under my back and,before I could even protest, with a single, fluid motion rose toher feet and lifted me high over her head, holding me there withher one hand, her other continuing to secure both my wrists forbalance. Held helpless almost ten feet above the ground, my stomachdid a flip flop and my penis collapsed almost immediately as thefeeling of desire drained from my body. As I started to protest,I heard her sing below me, "Ta da! To the victor belongs thespoils! And you, my little love, are the spoils." Still holding me high above her head and pausing only longenough to kick off her platform sandals, she descended the stepsinto the pool and waded toward the deep end until the water wasup to her neck. Then she lowered me until I was floating on myback in the water and, before I could swim away, gripped mefirmly around my chest under my armpits and held me out at arm'slength in water that was well over my head. As I looked at her nervously, she chuckled, "Time to coolyou off some more, lover," and, without warning, forced me downuntil the top of my head was several inches under the surface ofthe water with my feet barely brushing the bottom of the pool. Panic struck me as, for a moment, I thought she was going todrown me. Grabbing her big forearms, I tried to lever myself upto the surface, but she held me in place by merely tightening hergrip on my chest, and all I could do was thrash about helplessly. Finally, when I thought my lungs were going to burst, she raisedmy head out of the water, regarding me with pursed lips inunconcealed amusement as I coughed and sputtered, "Bonnie, forGod's sake, you almost drowned me!" "Okay," she laughed, "when you've had enough, put your handsover your head and give me the time out signal. Ready? Deepbreath, now! And down you go!" And down I went again, only this time with enough air in mylungs that I knew she wouldn't inadvertently drown me. Neverthe-less, I put my hands up out of the water where she could see themand gave her the "T" sign, and almost immediately she raised myhead above the surface. "Come on, Bonnie," I choked, "what are you trying to prove?" She pursed her lips again, regarding me with heavy liddedeyes. "Well," she said slowly, "there is a way you can keep mefrom dunking you." "How? How?" "Put your arms around my neck." I grimaced. So that was it! I shook my head and sputtered,"No dice, Bonnie. In the first place, you're holding me out sofar I can't even reach you. And second, as strong as you are,you could break my hold and dunk me any time you wanted." She brought me close to her and playfully nuzzled my cheek. "Not if I had something more interesting to do with you," shemurmured, and then, with a sigh, added, "but, if you'd rather bedunked..." She started to hold me out at arm's length, but I cried,"Okay, okay!" and put my arms quickly over her broad shoulders. She pulled me against her again, then grimaced as I left my armshanging over her shoulders. "I said around my neck, lover, not just on my shoulders,"she told me archly and started to move me out again. I wrappedmy arms quickly around her neck, and she chuckled and tucked mefirmly against her, holding me by my buttocks and the back of myhead as she had before, my naked penis trapped against her hard,flat, lower stomach. I felt her big hand again squeeze andfondle my buttocks as she moved me gently up and down her body tomassage my penis back to life. "See?" she giggled, nibbling my cheek and neck, "Isn't thisa lot nicer than being dunked?" I didn't answer her because I knew that there was nothing Icould say or do to keep this gorgeous Amazon from doing whatevershe wanted with me. Besides, as much as I wanted to deny it,with the sensations of sexual desire again flooding my loins, herlips gentling nibbling my face and neck and the feeling of hersmall, hard breasts digging into my chest, I was actually begin-ning to enjoy being held in her arms. When she again captured myopen mouth with hers, I made to attempt to resist, and, as hertongue intertwined with mine, she removed her hands from mybuttocks and the back of my head and began to run them up anddown my body, kneading my soft flesh with her powerful fingers. Finally she released my lips. "Come on, Johnny," shewhispered huskily, "I'm going to carry you upstairs and make loveto you." I looked at her helplessly. "Bonnie, please...I..." "Shush!" She put a finger to my lips to cut off my protest,slid one arm under my buttocks and carried me easily, cradled inher single arm, out of the pool and across the patio to a largeblanket laying on the patio tile. Laying me down on my back onone edge of it, she added, "Of course, I have to dry you offfirst." The blanket extended about a foot and a half above my headand a yard beyond my feet. She folded the bottom excess neatlyover my legs and came over to grip my wrists and pin my arms tomy sides, and then, before I realized her intentions, she rolledme up in the blanket and secured it tightly around me with twoluggage straps, one around my chest and the other around mythighs and calves, that had been laying beneath it and which shehad rolled around me with the blanket. After patting my face drywith the top of the blanket, she pulled it down to expose myface, kissed me lightly on the tip of my nose, gripped me firmlyjust above my elbows and lifted me bodily off the ground to holdme out at arm's length and inspect her work. "You're like a little papoose, Johnny," she laughed, "mylittle papoose." She brought me to her and cradled me in herstrong arms, tucking my legs under one arm, wrapping her otherarm around my chest and arms and pressing my head against herbroad shoulder as she looked down into my eyes lovingly. "DoesBonnie's little papoose like being cuddled as snug as a bug in arug in Bonnie's arms?" she cooed as she carried me to the house. Amazingly, I was beginning to realize that I DID like it. Wrapped in the blanket, with her powerful arms around me holdingme tightly against her and my head against her shoulder lookingup at her lovely, larger than life features as she smiled placid-ly down at me and ran her lips lightly over my exposed face, Ifelt like a small child in the arms of its mother, and thatsensation sent spasms of sexual desire through my body like I hadnever felt before. And I suddenly realized that, more thananything else I had ever wanted, I WANTED this beautiful, Amazo-nian giantess to make love to me. She carried me easily through the patio doors, through thehouse to the front hall and up a broad, winding staircase to alarge, elaborately furnished bedroom with a king size bed againstone wall. Cradling me in one arm while she pulled off thebedspread, she laid me down in the center of the bed and wentover to a long dresser from which she removed two pair of nylonstockings and wrapped each pair together to form a nylon rope. At that point, I started to get nervous. "Bonnie," I quavered as she came back to the bed,"what...what are you doing?" She laughed. "Don't worry, baby," she replied. "I'm notgoing to hurt you. I have a very special technique I want to useon you, and for that I want to have both hands free. And sinceyou'll probably be kicking and struggling most of the time, thatmeans I'm going to have to tie you to the bed." "Now, wait a minute..." But she had already undone the straps which held me securedin the blanket and, gripping the edge of the blanket, gave amighty heave up and back. I was lifted a foot off the bed andspun like a top to land sprawling on my face in the center of thebed, my head reeling. Before I could recover, she was straddlingmy back with her massive, muscular thighs and had gripped both ofmy wrists to force them together and cross them behind my head,where she tied them together with one of the nylon ropes she hadmade, tight enough to be secure but not so tight so as to cut offthe circulation to my hands. Then she turned and, sittingsecurely on my buttocks, caught both my ankles and bent them upto tie them together in the same manner. By the time my headcleared, she had turned me over on my back and was tying theloose ends of the ropes to the frame at the head and foot of thebed, pulling my body taut so that I could barely move. I was really frightened now and looked up at her pleadingly. "What...what are you going to do to me?" I quavered as she camearound from the foot of the bed to loom over me. She reached behind her and undid her bikini bra and let itfall to the floor, exposing erect nipples on her small, firmbreasts, and then did the same with her bikini bottom. I barelyhad a glimpse of the blonde bush that covered her maidenhead asshe crawled onto the bed and laid down on top of me, her 220 lbs.of powerfully muscled femininity mashing me into the mattress andall but crushing the wind out of me. "Among other things, this," she answered me, and, for thethird time that afternoon, took my face in her hands and capturedmy open mouth with hers, undulating her body against mine as shedid so. Again my penis sprang to life, pressing against her rockhard abdomen, and pangs of desire again began to course throughmy lower body. Vaguely I felt her hands leave my face to grip mysides and run up and down my body, kneading my soft flesh. Thenher fingers were probing my exposed armpits, and my entire bodystiffened in alarm. She released the pressure of her mouth on mine just enoughto murmur, "You still as ticklish as you used to be, Johnny?" The stiffness in my body and must have been all the answer sheneeded, for her mouth crashed back down on mine, and her fingersliterally flew up and down my sides, poking and tickling myarmpits and ribs, as she undulated her massive body up and downagainst mine, massaging my erect penis against her abdomen andsending pulsations of ecstasy through my helpless body. The effect on me was devastating! My mind literally snappedas my consciousness was overwhelmed by the combined sensations ofthe titillations of my armpits and sides and erotic stimulationsof my penis. I tried to buck and heave, but against my bondageand the pressure of her heavy body could only writhe feebly inthe delicious torture she was inflicting on my helpless body. Myscreams of protest were muffled whines into her open mouth whichheld mine captive, blocked by her tongue as it explored theinside of my mouth at will. I have no idea how long she contin-ued to manipulate me; I only know that when she finally releasedmy lips and moved back to straddle my legs every fibre of my bodywas aching for her. But she wasn't finished toying with me. Her hands stillheld my sides, and, as she resumed her tickling, she lowered herface, now flushed with her own desire, to my body and began tolick and bite my chest and stomach. I screamed, and my bodyinstinctively writhed and twisted against her. Then, as shestretched out and leaned down over my thighs, I felt her capturemy penis between her small, hard breasts. Somehow, as herfingers probed my armpits and sides and her lips roamed up anddown my chest and stomach, she was able to press her powerfulupper arms against her breasts, tightening them around andmassaging my penis. Again my consciousness was submerged in thecombination of erotic stimulation, and I thought I was going toorgasm on the spot. Somehow I didn't, and after what seemed aneternity she moved forward to take my hard and throbbing penisinside her. Now my face was sandwiched between her breasts, wet from thejuices she had worked from my penis. I vaguely felt her longarms slide around my chest and under my back until her fingerswere again resting lightly under my armpits and heard her gaspand moan as she began to work herself up and down on me. Then,as I became aware of where her fingers were, my body stiffened inalarm, and I began to push against her, my strangled protest cutoff as her fingers began tickling my armpits with a vengeance. The effect was like magic. Even as my mind exploded fromthe tickling, the uncontrolled struggles of my body brought me toclimax with her, and the combined sensations carried me to apinnacle of ecstasy beyond anything I had ever known before. Itried to scream with pleasure, but could only manage a whineagainst the pressure of her breasts, a whine that mingled withher own as she writhed in the esctasy of her own orgasm. When itsubsided, I could only lay supinely beneath her as she milked thelast drop of pleasure from my manhood. Finally she lifted herself to her hands and knees, stillstraddling my helpless body, and looked fondly down at me,filling my eyes with her lovliness. And as I drank in herbeauty, I suddenly knew that I was hers, that I wanted nothingmore than to belong to her and to be a part of her. She musthave seen that in my face, for she smiled and rose from the bedto unty the nylon ropes from my wrists and ankles. Then she slidher arms around my chest and thighs and lifted me from the bed tohold me securely in her arms, and, almost unconsciously, I woundmy arms around her neck in sweet surrender to her embrace. She carried me downstairs to the living room, and I spentthe rest of the afternoon, between several additional trips toher bedroom, cuddled on her lap on the divan as she played withme. And to my amazement, I loved every minute of it, even hertickling, and even found myself raising my arms in a silent pleafor her to tickle me, collapsing in helpless laughter as shepromptly obliged. And during that afternoon we exchanged count-less promises of undying love, although I did express one reser-vation about our relationship. "What's that?" she asked. I hesitated. "I can't help but wonder what will happen ifwe ever have a fight," I said finally. "Do I get tossed into themiddle of next week?" She laughed and hugged me close. "Don't be silly, baby!"she admonished me. "Do you think I'd deliberately hurt a de-fenseless, little man like you?" "So? How do we resolve it?" She thought a minute. "Well, if we ever have a differenceof opinion, I guess I'd try to reason with you. Of course," sheadded, "if that didn't work, I'd probably just pick you up andtickle you until you changed your mind." I grimaced. "Figures," I muttered. She laughed again. "But then, again," she said softly, "ifI got REALLY angry--like if I saw you looking at another girl--I'd probably turn you over my knee and spank you!" I flushed, but felt the stirrings of desire at her words. "Small chance of that, my love," I whispered. "I think you'vejust ruined me for girls my own size!" "Oh? In that case, you may be in trouble. You haven't metthe girls on our basketball and track and field team yet. They're all bigger and stronger than you, and, even though mostof them have boy friends, I think they'd all just love to gettheir hands on a cute, little guy like you. I see I'm going tohave to keep my eye on you tonight." "Tonight? What's happening tonight?" She frowned. "Hmm! Guess I forgot to tell you. Most ofthe girls are in for school, and Margie--she lives in town--isthrowing a pre-school party for us all tonight. I'm taking youto it." "Another party?" She chuckled. "A real one, this time. I don't think I haveto trick you any more, do I?" I ignored her question. "And YOU'RE taking ME?" "Uh huh. I have my own car, and I'll drive. Pick you up atyour place at eight." She gently tweaked my nose. "Bodily, ifnecessary." I sighed. "Well," I said, "since I obviously don't have anychoice in the matter, I'd better be getting home to get ready. Look at the clock, my love. It's after five!" She looked up in surprise. "You're right!" she exclaimed. She stood up, easily lifting me with her to cuddle me in herpowerful arms. "Guess we'll have to make this one a quickie,"she added as she carried me on our fourth trip to her bedroom.
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