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Atypical Vacation – Wednesday & Thursday

Written by Spoonmaster :: [Thursday, 05 September 2019 14:07] Last updated by :: [Thursday, 05 September 2019 14:14]

Chapter 4 – Wednesday

I woke up feeling more rested than I had all week. A feeling of peace, that had eluded me since Jamie dropped her bomb the other night, had crept over me. The first couple days, I couldn’t imagine ever thinking of Jamie as anything but a little sister, or hell, even a daughter. But after yesterday, maybe the thought of us being together wasn’t so far- fetched after all.

A few days ago, the very thought of Jamie giving me an orgasm would have sent a chill running up my spine. Then she spent a day enticing me, teasing me and tempting me, and damn if she didn’t get to me. She had turned me on so much, that she brought me to an orgasm without even touching my cock! Of course she was rubbing her boobs all over my face, but still. I had never met any woman who had gotten me off without touching me. And far from feeling weird about it, I had spent the entire night dreaming about it.

Suddenly, what once had seemed so ludicrous seemed more than just possible; it seemed inevitable. The strangest part was, I wasn’t filled with dread; in fact, I felt oddly at peace. I decided against checking the markets, I really didn’t care all that much anyway, and wandered off to the kitchen.

The smell of cinnamon and freshly baked bread filled my nose before I even opened the door. A pan of freshly baked cinnamon buns were sitting on the counter. Jamie was just finishing up spreading some icing over the top of them. She looked so different to me today. It wasn’t just her beauty; I had always thought she was pretty, but today, she looked so radiant it was almost as though she was glowing.

She wore a super-short pair of dark khaki shorts, leaving almost all of her athletically-toned legs bare. The powder blue tank top she wore fit her so snuggly it was like a second skin. The spaghetti straps left her broad shoulders and well-muscled arms bare, and the scooped neck displayed plenty of delectable cleavage.

I was stunned to realize I was staring at her, completely taken by her beauty. Could this really work? Why the hell not? We really weren’t related, and we complimented each other so well. What the hell? I thought.

I walked up behind her as quietly as I could, bent over, and gave her a little peck on the cheek. “Good morning,” I whispered as I enveloped her in a warm, firm hug. My arms sank deep into the flesh of her voluptuous tits. I actually had to fight the urge to grab them with my hands and play with them.

“Mmmmm, what is this for?” she asked as she twisted around in my arms and returned my hug.

I had thought long and hard about what to say before I came down. “Well, I was thinking… I had a fun day yesterday. It was great hanging out with you. I saw a side of you I’d never seen before. I mean, some of the things you were able to do….” My voice trailed off as I remembered how our night ended. “Let’s just say I was impressed. I mean it was all pretty cool. And it made me think, maybe us being more than friends isn’t so far-fetched after all. I think that it may be possible that one day, I could actually fall in love with you.”

Jamie reached up, pulled my head down to hers and gave me much more than a peck on the cheek. The fact that I was far more comfortable kissing her than I’d ever imagined I’d be was a testament to how far our relationship had come in such a short amount of time.

After awhile, she pulled back and gave me a warm smile. “I’m so happy to hear you say that Paul. I had a really good time yesterday too.” She let go of the hug and gently pushed me down into a chair. She sat next to me, grabbing my hands in hers. “But I don’t want becoming more than friends with me to be ‘not so far-fetched’. I don’t want you to think that you may ‘one day’ fall for me. I want you to want me. I want you to need me the way I need you.”

“I know you do, and that’s what I’m saying. A few days ago I thought I’d never be able to have those kinds of feelings for you, now I think it’s a real possibility.”

She patted my hands and got up to scoop me out a pair of cinnamon buns. “That’s a start, and certainly a good one. But I didn’t fly you all the way out here and spend all this money for ‘possible’.” She looked up at me, the edges of her lips curled up in a seductive smile. “I think I need to see if I can give you more than a ‘fun day’. Maybe if I can show you some things that are more than ‘pretty cool’, we can turn that possibility to a definitely.”

I was actually a little disappointed that she wasn’t more pleased. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you. I thought you’d be happier.”

Jamie gave me a warm smile and a peck on the cheek. “I’m not upset. Sure I dreamt you would fall hopelessly in love with me the moment you got off the plane, but I was prepared for the fact that it could take a little while to bring you around.” She gave me a devious smile. “Besides, yesterday was just an appetizer. I’ve been saving up the good stuff.”

That piqued my interest. “Saving the good stuff?”

She leaned in close so that she could whisper in my ear. “The things I did yesterday were nothing. Wait until you see what I have in store for today.”

My heart skipped a beat just thinking about it.

Jamie rushed me through breakfast, saying we had a full day planned. I scarfed down her buns and took a quick shower. Jamie was waiting at the door to my bedroom with two travel mugs of coffee and a pair of large backpacks, filled to bursting.

We loaded up the jeep and Jamie directed me to the Hyatt Regency in Waikiki. I thought it odd that we were going to a hotel, since we had such an amazing beach house, but we didn’t go inside. Instead, we drove around the back, where a helicopter was sitting in an empty lot.

My jaw dropped as I realized what we were going to do. Jamie laughed in delight at my reaction.

Driving a Jeep Wrangler was something I always thought would be pretty cool; flying in a helicopter was fucking amazing. The thing was big enough to fit six people, but we were the only two onboard. Our pilot was a local guy well into his fifties. To his credit, he tried not to ogle at Jamie, but it was a lost cause. He kept trying to engage us in conversation so that he could stare at Jamie for as long as possible. Finally the chopper was in the air.

It was a sixty-minute, narrated tour. The pilot had obviously done this before, his comments and observations about what we passed over were well rehearsed and comfortably delivered. Our tour started with a swing around Hanauma Bay, the remnants of a volcano crater that is now a marine sanctuary. We were treated to aerial views of Halona Blowhole, Sandy Beach, Makapuu Point and its lighthouse.

The powdery white sands of Waimanalo Beach provided a scenic backdrop as we continued on to the gorgeous coral formations of Kane’ohe Bay. Then it was on to a place called “Jurassic Park Valley”, where dozens of motion pictures have been filmed. The pilot even took us on the same flight path used by the helicopter in the movie.

The highlight of the trip was a flyover of Sacred Falls, a sheer waterfall with a 1,000-foot drop. It was followed by the central plain, the world’s largest agricultural maze and home to the Dole Pineapple Plantation. On our way back, we swung by the Mormon Temple in Laie, aquaculture farms, Kahuku Point and Turtle Bay. The tour ended with a panoramic view of Pearl Harbor and the Arizona Memorial.

It was amazing. Flying in a plane, you’re so high up. You feel detached from the world, flying over the quilted tapestry of fields, farms, and towns. Flying in a helicopter provides a much more intimate view of the landscape, offering vistas and perspectives that were unique and amazing

“Wow, that was awesome!” I told Jamie as we jumped out of the helicopter. I wrapped my arms around her and gave her a huge bear hug.

“I knew that was something you’ve always wanted to do.” She returned my hug with one of her own. “Today we’re going to try to do a bunch of things you’ve always wanted to do.” Her tone sent my mind wandering at the possibilities.

We hopped in the jeep and drove out to the northeast section of the island, which was the more remote part of the island. Lush green trees and tall looming mountains dominated the landscape. Jamie pointed out a road to turn onto. Actually, road would be generous. There were two lightly worn away strips in the grass that vaguely lined up with the jeep’s tires. I would have missed it entirely if Jamie hadn’t pointed it out. I lit up a little. Finally I got to go off-roading in my jeep!

It didn’t wind up being all that far. We drove about a hundred yards into the thick foliage before the “road” simply stopped, plenty far enough into the forest for the jeep to be hidden from the road. Were we going to make out? It seemed a weird thing to make out in a jeep when we had a huge, private beach house. Jamie hopped out of the jeep and grabbed the two bags she had brought with us. She handed me one, and shouldered the other.

We set out into the forest, Jamie leading the way. It was slow going, there was no path at all that I could make out, and we had to trudge through undergrowth that got thick in some places. I had no idea what she was orienting herself on, but she seemed to know where she was going. Before too long we emerged onto a small game trail and the going got much easier.

The jungle was filled with life. Small critters scampered underfoot and brightly colored birds soared through the sky. The air was filled with the droning sound of insects and the singsong chirping of birds.

Jamie acted as a tour guide as we walked, filling the silence with stories of the history of Hawaii in general, and Oahu specifically. She spouted off facts about mountains like she was a geology professor, pointed out the different types of ferns and trees, told me what was edible and what was poisonous, and picked out the types of birds by the sounds of their calls. Certainly she could have been making it all up, but she spoke with such authority it was hard to believe she didn’t know what she was talking about.

We walked for a couple of hours before finally stopping. The wall of a tall cliff thrust up through the trees to our right. I plopped down on a rock at its base and took a swig of water from a canteen that she brought.

“What now?” I was breathing a little heavily. Our path was constantly changing elevations, and the damp air pressed down heavily onto my clothes.

Jamie, on the other hand, looked fresh. Her breathing was normal, and a slight sheen of sweat in her cleavage was the only sign that she was aware of the humidity. She ran her eyes up the cliff in front of us. “We go up.”

I let my eyes travel up the cliff face. Probably about a hundred feet tall, the bottom half had a more gradual slope and loose, jutting rocks that looked easy enough to climb. But after a small plateau, the cliff became nearly vertical and was devoid of any handholds that I could see. I gave Jamie a doubtful look. “I don’t know; it looks like a pretty tough climb near the top.”

Jamie gave me a reassuring smile. “Trust me.”

The initial climb wasn’t so bad. I actually enjoyed rock climbing, what guy didn’t. Jamie didn’t seem to have any trouble either. Despite her shorter legs and reach, she scampered up the rocks with the ease of a mountain cat. In fact, she seemed to make the climb easier than I did.

We stopped when we got to the landing. I stared at the sheer cliff dubiously. My assessment from below was spot on. The cliff was straight up, with a pretty smooth surface. Any handholds were spaced so far apart as to be completely useless. I honestly didn’t see any way up. “Now what are we going to do?”

Jamie crouched down and opened up her backpack. She pulled out a long, thick rope. Each end was attached to a carabiner. She untied the rope and handed one end to me. “Here, wrap this around your chest.”

I did as she said, unsure how it would help. Jamie made sure the rest of the rope wasn’t tangled, and then clipped the other end onto her backpack. “All right, you stay here.”

“And where are you going?”

She shot me a smile. “Up.”

I gave the cliff another once over. “And how do you propose to do that?”

Without a word, Jamie crouched down and launched herself into the air. I watched in amazement as she soared skyward. Her feet shot past the level of my head and kept going up! She reached up with one hand and grabbed onto a small crevice in the rock that I could barely see. It had to be 10 feet up! “Holy shit!”

Dangling precariously from her single hand, Jamie looked down at me with a broad grin and giggled. Then she was back to the task at hand. She reached up to grab the handhold with both hands. Then she pulled up with such amazing force, that her body was once more launched skyward several feet before she again grabbed some kind of crack in the rock I couldn’t see.

I watched in rapt fascination as Jamie scaled the cliff with an ease that would make Spider-Man proud. In no time at all, she had made it to the top. It was a stunning display of strength and athleticism.

She peeked her head over the edge of the cliff. “Is the rope securely around your chest?” She called down to me.

“Yeah.” I shouted up after yanking at it to make sure.

She smiled down at me. “Okay, hold on.”

She disappeared back over the cliff. I didn’t have much time to wonder what she had in mind before I felt the rope tighten around my chest. Suddenly, my feet left the ground as I was pulled into the air. My body quickly and smoothly slid up the side of the cliff.

Before I knew it, my head crested the cliff, and there was Jamie. She stood with a wide stance, and was pulling the rope hand over hand, dragging my body right up the side of the mountain. She didn’t seem to have any problem whatsoever handling my weight.

“Holy shit, Jame! How the hell did you do that?”

Jamie smiled. Even after hauling my big body all the way up the cliff, she still looked as fresh as she did that morning. She brought up her arms in a double bicep flex. “You didn’t think these muscles were just for show did you?” I regarded her arms with a new appreciation. She really was stronger than she looked. The question was, just how strong.

Jamie held the flex for several moments before lowering her arms. She took off her backpack and reached out for my hand. “Come here, I want to show you something.”

I let her take my hand and she led me from the cliff. We were on top of a small mountain, which was capped by a clearing not much bigger than a living room. It was mostly featureless, save a couple of small to medium sized boulders scattered across the summit. She led me to the far side of the mountaintop and motioned out with her hand. I walked slowly by her and stared at the incredible vista below.

A waterfall poured into a lush green basin surrounded by banyan and hala trees, ironwood and koa. A low mist had settled over the valley like a soft blanket, while a colorful tapestry of birds skimmed across the treetops. A glimpse of waves crashing against a rocky shore was visible at the mouth of the valley to complete a breath taking view.

“Wow,” was all I could manage.

Jamie came up behind me, and enveloped me with a hug. “Nice spot, huh?” We stood there for a while, just taking in the view.

Jamie went back, grabbed the two backpacks, and started unloading them. She pulled out a blanket and plopped it right down at the edge of the brow, taking full advantage of the amazing view. Out of the other pack, she started pulling food: sandwiches with ham, turkey and roast beef, topped with lettuce and tomato, potato salad, deviled eggs, a fruit salad with fresh banana, pineapple, mango, kiwi and strawberries, and a canister of fresh-squeezed lemonade. We ate our fill, lounging on the ground, taking solace in the peace of our surroundings. I was engrossed by the amazing view. It was simply beautiful.

Strangely enough, the thought of the word beauty turned my attention back to Jamie. She seemed so serene, so peaceful, so content. The look of peace served to enhance her natural beauty. She sat comfortably on the ground, her short, strong legs stretched out casually before her. She was leaning back, supported by her arms. The posture caused her triceps to flex. A perfect, horseshoe shaped muscle bulged out of the back of her arm, giving it a powerful look.

Powerful indeed! I was once more reminded of the incredible strength it must have taken to pull my entire 245lbs 50 feet straight up the side of a cliff. The beauty of this place had pushed her strength to the back of my mind. But now, sitting here, staring at her bulging triceps, my mind returned to being hauled up the mountain by this petite powerhouse.

I just couldn’t help myself. I reached out and took her arm, squeezing her muscle with my hand. The skin was unbelievably smooth, while the muscle was unbelievably solid. It was like marble covered in silk.

Jamie looked at me with that dreamy look as she let my hands explore her rock hard limb. She moaned in pleasure at my touch. “All this natural beauty out here and you’re looking at me?” she asked in a soft, sensual tone.

“Yeah,” I said dreamily, before realizing that I’d been groping her arm for much longer than was probably decent. I tried to remove my arm as casually as I could, but it wound up being just as awkward. Jamie giggled at me.

“I mean, I can’t believe how solid your arm is,” I stammered trying to regain my composure. “I don’t think I’ve ever felt a muscle so hard in my life.”

I flexed my own impressive arm and gave my bicep a squeeze. While my own arm was certainly bigger than Jamie’s, by a good bit, my muscles gave way a bit under the pressure of my grip. They were nowhere near as solid as the muscles on Jamie’s arm.

Jamie seemed amused by my little comparison. “Well, I’m a pretty small girl. I knew going into it that I’d never be able to have muscles as big as someone like you. So I went with quality over quantity.” She lifted her arm from the ground and flexed her bicep. “I may never be big, but you have to admit that I’m a lot stronger than I look.”

Memories swirled, of Jamie picking me up out of the boat yesterday, of her carrying me up to my bedroom like a baby, the mere thought of which sent my heart pumping a little faster. “Well, I have to admit, it was mighty impressive, the way you pulled me up that cliff there.”

Her smile deepened. “You liked that did you?” She leaned closer, and dropped her voice to a lower, more seductive level. “That was nothing. You might be a big guy, but I can handle you easily.”

I gulped nervously at her teasing, not the least bit because what she was saying was turning me on. “Easily, huh.”

She scooted a little closer, so her shorter arm could reach mine. Her fingers gently traced along my arm, sending a chill down my spine. “Would you like me to lift you? I could do it, any way you’d like. I know how much you’d love it.”

My heart was pounding in my chest. I couldn’t believe it! Was one of my oldest fantasies was about to come true? Could she really have become strong enough to be my fantasy girl? “Uh… okay.”

Probably not the excited response she was looking for, but she seemed pleased nonetheless. She rolled over onto my lap, gave me a huge smile, and then slowly pulled her tank top up over her head, baring a light pink sports bra that mashed her gigantic breasts together. She took a deep breath, inflating her chest to it’s fullest for my benefit, before laying her shirt gently down on the blanket beside us. She stood up, looming over me. I could barely see her face past her bulging chest.

She squatted down, bringing her face right in front of mine. “You just sit there, relax and let me take care of everything.” She slipped one arm under my legs, the other behind my back, and then stood up, pulling my body right up off the ground.

I was once more treated to the sensation of being held in the arms of this beautiful young woman. I did nothing to hide my excitement, instead, reveling in the sensation that I’d longed for my whole life. “You like this, don’t you? I know you’ve been dreaming about this for as long as you can remember. Did you ever think a girl my size would be able to handle a big boy like you? Well this is nothing. My body is capable of so much more.”

I felt my body begin to lower down toward the ground, and for a second, I thought she was going to drop me. But before I fell, she reversed the lift. Slowly and steadily, I felt my body raise higher and higher, until I was mashed up against her chest.

“Holy shit!” I heard myself say. She curled me! How the hell did she do that? I weigh 245lbs for crying out loud, this was impossible!

“You like that, huh.” She said in a voice that sounded casual, like she was cuddling a teddy bear in her hands instead of supporting the weight of a much bigger grown man. “I could do that again, for more reps than you could imagine, but I know what you really want.” I felt my body shift in her arms. She rolled my body over until I was facing down. Then she moved her hands beneath me, establishing the proper grip.

No way! Was it possible that she was actually setting up for the lift I thought she was going to try! There was just no way! No girl her size could lift a guy my size like that, it was simply impossible!

My body was trembling; disbelief warring with anticipation over what I was sure to come. Then suddenly, I felt my body start to move. My heart was pounding, sweat dripped off my brow as I felt my body slowly being lifted higher and higher. I watched in rapt fascination as the ground kept sliding away under me. And then I stopped.

I looked down, and there beneath me, way beneath me, was Jamie’s smiling face. I could see her arms stretch up high from her shoulders and could feel the pressure from her hands on my chest and crotch. My heart was pounding; my cock was becoming engorged as blood rushed from the rest of my body in reaction to the most incredible sensation. She had lifted me up over her head! And it didn’t even seem that hard for her!

“I don’t believe it. This is impossible!” I barely had the wherewithal to speak, but somehow my amazement was finding a voice.

Jamie giggled as she lowered my body back down to her chest. Then, with casual ease, she pressed me back up over her head. “You mean impossibly easy.” She pressed me a third time. “I don’t think you appreciate just how effortless this is for me.” The forth press was just as effortless as the first three. “Maybe it’s time to give you a little taste of what this body is capable of.” Not a bit of quiver in her voice as I was pressed for a fifth time.

Down and up, down and up my body went over, and over, and over. Every single lift was performed with effortless ease. 10 reps, 12reps, 15reps! She just kept going endlessly, with no sign of slowing down.

“You love this don’t you?” She lowered and raised me for a 17th time. “I can feel how turned on you are. Every time I press you over my head,” 18, “I can feel your big cock,” 19, “throbbing in my hand.” 20 reps!

“Is-isn’t this… uh, you know, getting hard for you?” I tried to control my libido, but the amazing sensation of her pressing me over her head for the 21st time was more than I could handle. Again my cock uncontrollably pulsed in arousal. She giggled below me.

She lowered and lifted me for the 24th time! “Paul, this is so easy for me.” 25! “I can keep doing this all day long.” 26! “How many reps would you like to see me do?” 27! “30, 40, 50!” She said it all so calmly as she completed her 28th rep!

I nearly sputtered at the thought. “50 reps!”

She giggled at my reaction. “50 it is. Wow, that sure seems like a lot, doesn’t it?” She said teasingly as she completed her 30th overhead press with my body weight!

It might have seemed like a lot to me, but it clearly wasn’t for her. Over and over she pressed my body, passing 35, 40, and 45 reps with ridiculous ease. Inevitably, she reached her 50th rep with the same ease that she did the first one. “There, 50. Not bad for a little girl, huh.”

My mind was swimming, I could barely think. In a million years, I never believed I would find a woman who could lift me like that once. Jamie’s strength was so far beyond what I could have ever expected. “My god, Jamie. You’re damned near super-human. How the hell can you be doing this?”

She was grinning ear to ear. “Sweetie, I’m just getting started.” She lowered me down to her chest and rolled my body over until her arms were once more under my legs and butt. When she finally got set, she could hardly keep the excitement from her voice. “While I got you up there, I might as well do a little workout with you. You don’t mind, do you?” I felt my body lower down to her waist, then she curled me back up to her chest. How the hell was she doing this!

“Oh, my god!”

She giggled in delight. “Don’t you mean goddess?” She asked casually as she continued to curl my huge body without the least sign of struggle. Hell, she was having the time of her life.

So was I! Not only was I treated to the continued sensation of being curled by this incredible woman, but every time she reached the top of her lift, my cock was smashed into her amazingly voluptuous chest. Then she’d wiggle me around a bit, rubbing my cock against her breasts, before lowering me back down to her waist.

I couldn’t speak. I didn’t need to. The amazing sensation of being lifted so effortlessly, the feel of my cock pressing into her breasts at the top of every lift, the sexy way she was teasing me as she lifted, and the shear magnitude of her incredible strength was all more than I could handle. As she reached her 50th curl, I could handle it no more. I exploded all over my shorts, an event not lost on Jamie.

In fact, she seemed delighted, excited even. “Well, well, well. I guess you really do like being lifted.”

I thought she’d be done, now that I messed myself, but Jamie was just getting started. “That’s biceps and shoulders; let’s see what else we can do.”

Still holding me up against her chest, she sauntered over to a small group of rocks. She slipped the tips of her feet under one of the rocks, took a second to make sure her feet were properly anchored, and then sat down on another rock barely big enough to fit her tight little tushy. She sat there for a second, making herself comfortable, and then leaned back. She kept leaning back until her body was perfectly parallel with the ground, her back hanging over the edge of the rock, with my bodyweight lying across her chest! My god, she was going to break her back!

Jamie didn’t seem to mind in the least, though. She held the pose for several seconds, her body as rock steady as if I was lying on a park bench. Then she did a sit-up, bringing my weight with her. My jaw dropped at this newest display of unfathomable power. Again, she performed 50 reps, each one seemingly effortless to her.

After her 50th rep, she once more lowered her body so she lay parallel to the ground. This time she held the pose while she once more adjusted her grip on me. Then I felt my body rise once more into the air as she performed a perfect bench press with my body weight. Again, she pressed my body over and over until she reached a full set of 50, the whole while keeping her body straight as a board. It had to be murder on her abs, but she showed no sign of discomfort.

After her 50 benches, she bent her arms at the elbow, lowering me down toward her head, before thrusting me back into the air. She performed an amazing 50 reps of these tricep extensions. Finally she got back to her feet, still cradling me in her arms. The lightest sheen of sweat was the only sign she had done anything the least bit strenuous at all, despite the hundreds of reps she just did.

She looked at me with a smile of triumph. I’m not sure whether it was pride in her accomplishment, or the fact that I had a raging hard on that threatened to tear through my shorts. “Mmmmm, I see you liked that very, very, very much.”

That was the understatement of the century. Gone was any concern about our prior relationship. It was replaced by total unbridled lust. Her power was unbelievable. Never in my life did I think I’d experience such strength. And experiencing such strength first hand far exceeded my most intense desires. I was so overcome with emotion, I could barely think straight. “Uh… yeah… that was… uh… I just… I mean… I don’t….”

Jaime giggled and set me down on my feet. “Aw, poor thing. You’re so hard you can hardly think straight. Here, let Jamie help.” And with that, she reached down to my pants and started undoing my belt.

My hands shot down by reflex to stop her, but it was like trying to stop a hydraulic press. I grabbed her one wrist with both of my hands but it didn’t slow her down in the least. In moments my belt dropped to the ground beside us.

She looked up at me with a wicked grin. “You silly, you’re supposed to be enjoying this.” With a slight flick of her wrist, she broke out of my grip, and before I could even think to react she had both of my wrists in her grasp.

I tried with all my might to dislodge my arms from her grip, but it was useless. It was like they were encased in cement. Her effortless power over me was making me more aroused by the second.

She giggled with glee as she forced my hands behind my back. I wasn’t able to offer any more resistance than a child. Once behind my back, she grabbed my two thumbs with a single hand and let go with the other. I strained against her with all of my might, but I had no more luck with one hand than I had with two.

“There.” She made a satisfied sound. “Now, where were we?” With her free hand, she reached back down to my shorts. A quick, dexterous maneuver had my button undone. Then my pants were down around my ankles and my cock sprung through the front opening of my boxers.

“Wow!” She said in genuine amazement. “You’re such a big boy. Tehehe.”

I was about to shout out a protest, but then she let go of my thumbs, grabbed the bottom of her tank top and pulled it up over her head. Her bra was the next to go, and I found myself staring at Jamie’s incredible bare breasts. My god, they were simply perfect.

She didn’t give me much time to ogle. She put her hands on my waist and I was once more treated to the sensation of being lifted off the ground, but this time there was an added bonus. She let my cock slide up the smooth contours of her six-pack abs, and then plunged me straight into her amazing cleavage. Holy shit! I loved being lifted! I loved big tits! The two sensations together made my cock as hard as it’s ever been. Being titty-fucked while being held in the air by this super-strong girl was absolutely unbelievable.

I would have exploded in seconds if I hadn’t cum so recently. As it was, I barely lasted longer than a minute before my body was wracked by a spasm so violent I’m surprised I didn’t pop out of Jamie’s grip. A geyser of cum rocketed out from my cock like it was shot from a gun as I experienced the most intense orgasm of my life.

Jamie held me tight, my feet still dangling off of the ground, until the spasm subsided. “There, that wasn’t so terrible, was it?” She lowered me to the ground, pulled my head down and smothered me with a long, sensual kiss. “And you know, that was just one of the ways I know how to take care of that big old cock of yours,” she said as she pulled her tongue from my mouth. “Before the day is done, I’ll make sure you experience some of the others.”

I found her teasing so sexy; my cock actually pulsed as she spoke to me. “My god, Jamie, uh… I mean, my goddess.”

She giggled at me.

She sat down on a rock, and watched me with an amused expression as I pulled my clothes back on. My mind was racing, trying to assimilate the emotions felt. There was no doubt I had never been as turned on as I was right now. I don’t know how Jamie got so strong, but the fact that she fulfilled a fantasy I never thought to experience, sent me into a state of bliss I’d never been in. Not only that, but none of the women I had dated were anywhere near as openly sexual as she was. The way she took charge and had her way with me with confidence and authority, no woman had ever acted that way around me before. Truth be told, I really liked it.

“What are you thinking?” She asked.

I looked at her; slightly surprised she couldn’t read my thoughts. “I’m thinking… look, I’ve never met a girl like you before, hell, I’ve never even dreamed of meeting a girl like you before. The things you can do, and my god, your strength. Jame, this whole week seems like a dream.”

She walked up to me, wrapped her arms lightly around my waist, and buried her head in my chest. “But it’s a good dream, isn’t it?”

I reached down and ran my hand through her hair. Her locks were like tiny little strands of silk. “The best dream I’ve ever had.” I couldn’t deny it. It was the simple truth.

She pulled away from me. She looked so pleased, so happy, so full of love. “It’s just getting started. Your wildest fantasies are going to look like nursery rhymes compared to what I’m going to do to you.”

After what she just did, I didn’t have much trouble believing her.

“Now, let’s go back to the house. We got a big night ahead of us.”

We cleaned up our picnic site and made our way back down the side of the cliff. Jamie wrapped the rope around my chest and slowly lowered me back down. I enjoyed the ride immensely. Then she repeated in reverse her ascent of the cliff, swinging from one hand-hold to another like a monkey. Once we got to the bottom of the cliff, she wrapped an arm around me and pulled me up off my feet until I was sitting on her hip. She sauntered casually down the trail, carrying me without any sign of strain the entire way back to the jeep. I’m not sure, but I think we made better time on the way back than we did on the way out.

She kept her hand on my thigh the whole ride back, like she was afraid to loose contact with me for one second. When we got back to our place, she vaulted out of the top of the jeep to land right outside the driver’s side door, which she opened, reached in, and scooped me out of the car into her arms before carrying me into the house.

“You know, I can walk myself.” I commented in a wry tone.

“I know, but I thought you’d like this more. I could do this for the rest of the week you know. Would you like that, for me to carry you everywhere we went? Your feet would never have to touch the ground again. I can do that; easily.” God, she was turning me on again, and she knew it.

Contrary to her teasing, she set me down on the couch once we got inside and plopped down next to me. “So, what’s next?” I asked her. “You gonna run faster than a speeding bullet and leap over buildings with a single bound?”

“No, not yet. We’re still here for three days. I can’t show you everything today. If I did, I wouldn’t be able to blow your mind tomorrow. And I want to make sure you get all kinds of blown this week.”

My jaw dropped. Jamie giggled. She was really beginning to enjoy the effect she was having on me.

“All right, time to get ready.”

“Ready for what?”

“Tonight, we’re going out. So dress in something fancy.”

I had packed a nice outfit to go out in just in case. So I went to my room, showered and changed. Then went back to the main house and waited for Jamie to get ready. It didn’t take long.

“You ready to go, stud?” I heard from the door. I turned around and was about to say something, when the words died on my mouth. Jamie was standing in the doorway in a white dress that clung tightly to her body where it covered it at all. The dress was so short, barely covered her butt, leaving all her tanned thighs bare. The dress was so low cut that the neckline fell almost to her navel, her huge tits spilling out of the middle in an ocean of delectable cleavage. A small strap tied around her neck bared her shoulders and arms, and showed nothing but skin all the way down to the small of her back. She wore a pair of matching heels, adding a couple inches to her modest height and leaving her thighs and calves in a permanent state of flex. I had never seen a woman look so beautiful in my life.

“Wow, you look amazing.”

She had the good grace to blush. “Thanks. You don’t look too shabby yourself.” She held out her hand. “Lets go.”

We walked hand and hand up to the driveway. I went to the passenger side of the jeep to open the door for her, but she just shook her head.

“I think the jeep is a little too casual for tonight.” She reached in her purse and pulled out a key fob. She pressed the button, and one of the garage doors opened up behind her. It revealed a beautiful cherry red sports car. My jaw dropped as I noticed the yellow shield on the front of the car. On the shield was the image of a horse rearing on its hind legs.

“Oh, my god!” I said in shock. “Is that a Ferrari?”

Jamie walked up behind me. “Chigga chigga.”

I walked slowly up to the car. I reached out to touch it, but was afraid of letting my fingers mar the surface. It was incredible, a work of art. I looked at Jamie with wide eyes. “You’re going to let me drive a Ferrari!”

“Whoa, not so fast, sweetie. This is a 1961 Ferrari GT California. There were only 100 made and it’s worth millions. You’re going to have to spend some time learning how to drive this thing before I’ll let you behind the wheel. So I’m afraid that tonight, I’m driving.”

I was a little let down, until Jamie said how much the thing cost. How the hell did she get it if it cost so much? Hell, after all I’ve seen so far this week, I’m not sure anything would surprise me.

I gently let myself into the passenger seat as Jamie let the Ferrari roar to life. Far from the cautious apprehension she showed earlier, once out of the driveway, she let it out and sped the car down the street so fast I found my heart pounding in my chest as I braced for the worst. I needn’t have worried; Jamie weaved in and out of traffic with the skill of a NASCAR driver. I suppose I shouldn’t have been surprised.

We stopped for dinner at La Mer in the Halekulani Hotel. It was the nicest restaurant I’d ever been in. The prices were insane, but the food was excellent. I couldn’t pronounce a damn thing on the menu, so Jamie ordered for us. Our waiter didn’t mind. It gave him an excuse to stare at Jamie longer. He made her repeat our order three times as he stole glances at her incredible cleavage whenever he thought she wasn’t looking. She knew he was looking, but didn’t care. You didn’t wear a dress like that if you didn’t want to get stared at.

For dinner we had lobster tail cooked in butter with baby vegetables and essence of lobster. It was served with a fantastic Pouilly-Fuissé recommended by our waiter.

After dinner, it was on to a place called Zanzabar, a nightclub with pulse pounding music and expensive décor. I wasn’t much of a dancer. I have a big body that is mostly devoid of grace. Jamie on the other hand, seemed born to it. The second we walked in the door, she had the attention of everyone in the place. People went from catching occasional glances to down right staring. It was hard not to, she looked simply incredible, twice as pretty as the next prettiest girl in the place. And damn, could she move.

Her body flowed to the music with incredible grace and sensuality. She knew every dance imaginable and was able to guide me easily along to all but the most difficult. When the music got soft, she slid in close to me and let her body slide up and down mine to the music. She was simply incredible.

We were having such a great time, I was a little surprised that we left before one. I was even more surprised when we didn’t head in the direction of our house, and was the most surprised when we pulled up to a trashy, rundown building on the outskirts of town. I looked doubtfully at the place. It didn’t have a name, but a picture of a pool table on an unlit sign out front.

I looked over at Jamie. “What are we doing here?”

She looked at me with a sly grin on her face. “I feel like showing off.”

“You’ve been showing off all night. Or did you not notice the trail of drooling mouths you’ve left in your wake.”

She gave me a shit-eating grin that told me that was the exact reaction she was going for. “This is a different kind of showing off. The kind I think you’ll like even better. Now, here’s what we’re going to do. You go in, get a drink, and sit down. There’s a darkly-lit booth in the corner of the place that will be perfect. I’ll come in a few minutes later and see if I can’t have a little fun. Now, when I come in, you can’t acknowledge me or talk to me, or approach me in any way, got it?”

“Then what am I supposed to do?”

“You just sit back and enjoy the show. Now Paul, you have to promise me, whatever happens, you won’t interfere. I assure you, I’ll have everything under control. Do you promise?”

I felt a little apprehensive about making that deal. I’ve spent a lifetime protecting Jamie. It was against my nature to let her come to any harm. Still, after what I’d seen, I wasn’t so sure that she wasn’t the one that should be protecting me. I promised to stay low key and made my way into the bar.

This place was a lot seedier than the nightclub. The building looked like it should have been condemned. The paint was dingy where it wasn’t falling off. All the fixtures and tables seemed worn and rotted. Half the lights in the place were out, casting the main room in a dim glow, and a haze of smoke filled the air.

Three guys playing at one of the two rundown pool tables that stood in the middle of the room, and a bartender were the only occupants. The pool players were all of average height and build and they all wore scowls on their faces. They sized me up the minute I walked into the place. I cast an imposing figure, and was a pretty good fighter, but I’d be pretty hard pressed to take on three guys at once. Still, I’d probably take at least one of them down with me. They seemed to have come to the same conclusion. All three ignored me.

I got a beer from the bartender, a murky beverage the color of piss that there was no way I was drinking, and crept to the corner booth Jamie told me to take. I sat with my back to the wall and crouched low on the bench, trying to make myself as inconspicuous as possible. I needn’t have bothered; the four men in the room ignored me like I wasn’t there.

I sat there for a while when Jamie finally walked in. All conversation stopped as four sets of eyes went right to the beautiful woman who just sauntered through the doorway. The men devoured her form with such open lust that I felt a protective growl form up in my throat, but I gulped it down. Jamie told me not to do anything, besides, if there was a woman out there who could hold her own against these four guys, it was Jamie.

She seemed oblivious to the men’s leering looks as she walked confidently into the bar. She took quick stock of the place, and then made her way over to the three toughs at the pool table. When she got there, she leaned deeply over the pool table, giving the three men a perfect view of her delectable cleavage. “Hey boys,” she said in a husky voice, “like what you see?”

The three guys were practically drooling at the sexy image Jamie portrayed. One of them made a motion towards the bartender who promptly disappeared into the back room. How the hell had she found this place!

One of the guys moved to place himself between Jamie and the door, while another moved close to her, brushing back his hair and straightening his grungy clothes. All three had either forgotten I was in the bar or didn’t care. None spared me a second glance.

“How ya doin’, sweet tits? You looking for a good time?” The guy simultaneously grabbed at his crotch, in case Jamie was unsure of his meaning, and reached out to grab her with his other hand.

It took all of my self-control not to get up from my seat and rip this guy’s arms off. But I trusted Jamie, so I sat patiently in my booth.

I needn’t have bothered at any rate, Jamie easily swatted away his hand like it was a pest and laughed at him. “Not so fast, hot stuff,” she said in the same sultry voice. She sauntered over to where the cue sticks were and took one from the rack. She sensuously stroked the cue with her hand while throwing smoldering looks at all three men. “A man’s got to earn the right to this body.”

The three guys practically tripped over themselves trying to play against her. She laughed at them like the baboons they were. I doubt they even knew she was mocking them. “No need to fight boys, there’s plenty of me to go around.” She thrust her humongous chest out at them, leaving little doubt what she was referring to. The three guys stared so hard at her chest I almost thought they were hypnotized.

“How about we make this interesting. Let’s play a game of eight ball, me against all three of you. You each get a turn before I get to shoot. If you beat me, then this body is all yours.” She ran her hands down her body for emphasis.

The guys nodded eagerly. They all certainly thought they were going to get lucky. I was certain Jamie wouldn’t have made the challenge if she weren’t certain she was going to win. After what I saw yesterday, I was certain she was skilled enough to pull it off. The question was, how were these goons going to react when they were denied what they thought was a sure thing. I was certain that their reaction would be the whole reason we were here.

Two of the guys fell over themselves trying to rack the balls and fumbled for their cue sticks, while the other got Jamie a glass of the disgusting beer. The smallest part of me felt a twinge of pity for what I knew was to come. The rest of me looked on excitedly as I watched my super girlfriend go to work.

The guys were all pretty good at pool. The first guy sank a ball on the break and got another before he missed. The other two managed to sink four more, leaving just one ball on the table they had to sink before the eight ball.

Jamie nodded her approval. “Wow, you guys are so good at pool,” she said as she walked around the table holding her stick in one hand and a beer in the other. She moved her hips hypnotically. “How’s a little girl like me ever supposed to compete with three big, bad men like you?” She swung her stick over the table, apparently by accident, and hit the cue ball with her cue. The three men barked out laughs, thinking the game was in the bag. And then, THUMP. The cue had hit one of her balls and the ball went into a pocket. All three men stared with such a hilarious look on their faces that it was all I could do not to break out laughing.

Jamie put her hand over her mouth with mock surprise. “Whoops, was I supposed to do that? Hehehe.” She swung the stick out again, another haphazard thrust, but once more the cue ball was struck, and another of Jamie’s balls rolled into a pocket. “Huh,” she said with surprise, “I thought you guys were good at pool. Fact is, it’s just really easy.”

She continued to casually saunter around the pool table, never holding the cue with more than one hand. Every now and then, she’d stick out her cue. It always seemed to be an accidental blunder, but it always resulted in a ball being sunk.

The three buffoons watched in stunned silence as Jamie cleared the table until she had just one of her balls left to match their one. Their faces darkened dangerously as they watched their sure thing slip away.

Jamie had dropped the act. Now she was all seriousness as she lined up the shot on her final ball. “You guys didn’t really think I was going to make this easy, did you?” This time she put down her beer and grabbed the cue with both hands. Like a pro, she lined up her shot, and then slammed her cue into the cue ball with incredible force. The white ball shot around the table, bouncing off side after side, never coming close to touching her ball. It did, inadvertently careen off the guy’s last ball, sending it rolling into a pocket. The cue ball finally stopped, setting the guys up perfectly for an easy eight ball shot to win the game.

Jamie put a hand over her chest and gasped in mock despair. “Oh no, I missed. Now I’m going to loose and you three studs are going to ravish my body.” Her voice dripped with so much sarcasm that even these three oblivious morons were starting to pick up that something wasn’t quite right.

But they still didn’t seem to realize they were being set up. Seeing their ticket to Jamie’s pants lined up perfectly right in front of them, one of them lined up the shot and let it fly. They all leaned forward, watching the ball roll with anticipation of the sound that would signal their victory. The sound never came.

Jamie reached onto the table and grabbed the ball, right as it was about to fall in the pocket. She looked up at the three guys with complete disdain. “Like there was ever a chance I was going to let any one of you dirty scumbags lay a finger on this temple.” She again motioned to her body with her hand. She tossed the ball onto the floor, then twirled around and headed for the door. “See you later, losers.”

For a moment the three guys just stared at Jamie with stunned expressions on their faces. Then, when they finally realized she was leaving, they ran to cut her off from the door. The three guys turned to face her with angry expressions on their faces. “You stupid bitch! Do you really think any of us give shit whether or not you won the game? You’re getting fucked, whether you like it or not. So bend over, cunt, ’cause the only other way you’re getting out of here is over our dead bodies.” The guy’s two friends nodded in agreement, one even started to undo his belt.

Jamie let a smile creep onto her face. “Over your dead bodies? Well, that’s just my game. Come on boys, I’m your Huckleberry.”

The three guys looked at each other in confusion, I imagined there were lots of things that confused these guys, but it didn’t last long. The first guy (I’ll start to call them One, Two, and Three) began walking toward Jamie with a treacherous look on his face. He lunged at her, trying to wrap his arms around her. Jamie deftly ducked under his lunge, leaving him grasping at air.

One seemed surprised, while Two and Three laughed at him for missing. One’s face turned to a scowl, and he grabbed at Jamie again, but again she ducked away before he could grab her. One kept getting angrier and angrier as he reached for Jamie time after time, but he never so much as touched her shadow. Jamie ducked and spun from his grasp with the fluid grace of a dancer. She added her own light giggles and continued to chide him for being unable to handle a little girl. The more he missed and the more he was teased and laughed at, the more angry and reckless he got, soon Jamie was dancing away from him with the greatest of ease, which made him even angrier.

Suddenly Jamie dropped down, and swept her leg out, catching the feet of One and dropping him down to the ground. Quick as a snake, she stood back up before slamming one of her feet onto One’s chest, pinning him down to the ground.

One grabbed her leg and heaved with all of his might, trying to dislodge her, but her leg didn’t budge. He could have been pushing against a statue for all the luck he was having.

Jamie continued to laugh, but Two and Three were starting to get nervous. Finally Two had enough; he charged toward Jamie and tried to grab her, but Jamie swatted his hands away with contemptuous ease. Her foot never leaving One’s chest, Jamie continued to swat away Two’s every attempt to grab her, her one arm moving faster than both of his arms combined.

She let him futilely try to grab at her for a couple of minutes; then she struck. She reached a hand between his legs and one around his chest, scooped him up off the ground, and slammed Two down on top of One so that they were in a 69 position. It wasn’t a hard slam, but both men were clearly dazed.

Jamie barked out a laugh as she looked down at the two toughs. “Ha! You sure you guys wanted to get into my pants, ’cause it looks like you’re plenty happy pleasuring each other.”

She put one hand on Two’s head, pushing it down onto One’s crotch, while putting her other hand on Two’s butt, pushing his crotch down into One’s face. “There. You boys like that? Does that get you off?”

Three had been watching the whole thing with a dumbfounded look on his face. I couldn’t blame him. The ease with which Jamie completely manhandled two guys at once was simply stunning. My own mouth was open as I watched the events unfold.

Finally, One and Two’s muffled screams broke Three from his reverie. He moved to help extricate his friends, but he never got that far. As soon as he was close enough, Jamie lashed out with her leg, tripping Three to the ground without letting go of her hold on One and Two. When he tried to get back up, she tripped him again, and again. It all looked so comical I couldn’t stop myself from laughing. Jamie caught my eye, grinning at me with delight.

She finally tired of her game and released her hold on One and Two, while allowing Three back to his feet. One and Two jumped to their feet as well, wiping their mouths with disgust. Jamie took a step back, put her hands on her hips in a classic Supergirl pose, and let out a loud laugh. “God, you three are pathetic. Not a single one of you can handle a little girl. You are without a doubt the biggest pussies I’ve ever met.”

If she was trying to make the three guys mad, she was having her desired effect. One’s look of disgust turned to a look of white hot rage, and Two took a step toward her once more, but Three put a restraining hand on One and Two’s shoulders, and pulled them back for a quiet conference.

The conference was quick. The three guys turned back to Jamie with sinister expressions on their faces and all advanced at her simultaneously. Jamie didn’t seem to care in the least. She continued to stand pat, her hands never leaving her hips, a look of supreme confidence on her face.

The three men split up surrounding her, One in the middle, with Two and Three flanking her to either side. All three watched for any move from Jamie, who just stood there calmly. With a nod from One, Two and Three attacked at the same time. They both lunged at Jamie, grabbing the forearm on either side of her. She made no attempt to stop them.

A smile crept onto One’s face. “You think you’re funny, don’t you bitch! Well you messed with the wrong guys. You don’t need to be conscious for me to fuck you. Don’t worry; I’m not going to mess up your pretty face. I want to look at it while I’m fucking the shit out of you. But believe me, you’re about to feel the worst pain you’ve ever felt in your life!”

I nearly got up out of my chair to do something. Whatever Jamie said, I couldn’t just stand there and let these guys beat her up. But before I could move, One lashed out with his fist and sent a vicious body blow right into Jamie’s unprotected stomach!

One recoiled in pain, bouncing up and down while shaking his hand. Jamie smiled up at him, clearly unhurt from his punch. “Hmm,” she said, “not exactly the worst pain I’ve ever felt. Maybe you didn’t do it right. Why don’t you try again, and this time, don’t be such a pussy.”

“You fucking bitch!” He screamed in rage as he launched a volley of punches. Three times he hit her, and all three times, his blows bounced off Jamie’s stomach harmlessly, leaving One massaging his hands in pain, and Jamie smiling in delight. My god, she was amazing!

“Nope, none of those seemed to hurt either. Maybe you are too much of a pussy to hurt me. One of you buffoons wanna give this guy a breather or get him some ice?” I could feel my cock pulsing in my pants as she taunted the three guys, completely unafraid of her situation. It was pretty hot.

One certainly didn’t think so. Her barbs were pushing all his buttons, but I could see there was something more than anger on his face. Doubt, disbelief, and probably a bit of fear at his seeming inability to cause her any harm were all starting to show in his expression. Two and Three were starting to feel it too; they all started to look nervous.

It didn’t deter them, however. One grabbed a cue stick from the table, while Two and Three pulled her arms further behind her back. “You think you’re really funny, don’t you. I’m gonna take pleasure in wiping that stupid smile off your face.” He jabbed the fat end of the stick hard into Jamie’s belly.

It had no more effect than his punches! “Trying to pound me with your stick, huh. I guess I’m hardly surprised at how impotent you are.”

The guy’s jaw dropped in stunned surprise. The disbelief grew more and more on his face as he jammed the cue into her belly over and over to absolutely no effect. All he got was more degrading comments. I never realized Jamie could be so catty.

Finally, in an act of sheer frustration, he grabbed the thin end of the cue and swung it with all of his might into Jamie’s stomach. The stick shattered against her stomach, splintering into dozen of pieces. Jamie just laughed.

“I don’t think you properly appreciate what you’re up against. I may just be one girl, and I may be a little thing, but believe me, I’m much more than the three of you can possibly handle.” She reached her arms out, ignoring Two and Three’s struggles to stop her from moving them. She grabbed Two and Three by their belts and then, in the most incredible display of strength I had ever seen, simply lifted.

The two men couldn’t have been much more than 170 pounds each, but to watch their bodies rise up off the floor was unbelievable. She kept lifting them higher until she held her two arms straight out to her sides. Each man’s feet dangled at least a foot off the ground. The muscles in her arms and shoulders flexed and bulged, but didn’t shake in the slightest.

She looked up at each of the guys with a look of satisfaction on her face. Then she turned her attention back to One. “Like I said, much, much more than you can handle.”

One let the remnants of the cue drop from his hands and just stared at Jamie with awe. I know how he felt. I’d never seen such an incredible display of power. My cock was hard as a board.

Jamie moved toward One. Even holding 170 pounds in each hand, her movements were still graceful and confident. It was like she didn’t even realize they were there. Just how strong was she?

“Now, let me show you how a woman punches somebody.” She got right up in front of One. Still holding Two and Three aloft, she snapped her chest out, smashing her boobs into One’s chest with such force, that he flew several feet across the room. My jaw dropped in stunned disbelief! She did that! With her tits!

She sauntered up to him as he made his way to his feet and struck again. This time she twisted her torso around, and then quickly back, swinging her gigantic tits right into One. This time the man was lifted from his feet and launched across the room. He dropped back to the ground, and skidded across the floor of the bar until his head bumped up against the wall. How the hell was she doing this?

Again she slowly swayed toward One, giving him plenty of time to get to his feet. When she reached him, she pressed her chest into his, pinning his body to the wall behind him. “It must be pretty emasculating, getting so completely dominated by a girl who weighs 50 pounds less than you; a girl that half a foot shorter than you; a girl that’s beating you up using only her tits, while holding your two friends off the ground like they were stuffed animals. Are you jealous? Would you like to be lifted too? That can easily be arranged.”

Jamie leaned back slightly, and then crouched down low before pushing her breasts once more into One. She rose to her full height once more, only this time, One’s body rose with her. He slid up the wall until his feet were dangling a foot off the ground. I looked at Jamie in sheer wonder. She was standing there, quite calmly, supporting the weight of three grown men, one with each arm and one with her tits, and seemed to have little trouble doing so. She was simply incredible.

She held the three men aloft for several moments, letting them drink in the enormity of her strength, before taking a step back and letting One drop back to his feet. “Pretty amazing rack, huh. How’d you like to get a better look?” She kicked his legs out from under him and he started to fall to the ground. But just as his face reached her chest, she once more leaned into him, trapping his face between her tits and the wall. Jamie’s massive mammaries completely engulfed One’s face.

One started thrashing around violently, pawing at Jamie, trying to dislodge himself, all to no avail. Before long, the thrashing stopped and Jamie let him slide to the floor. For a brief, horrifying second I was afraid she might have killed him, but then I heard him moan and noticed his chest moving.

With One finally dispatched, she turned her attention back to the two men she still held off the ground to either side. “Either of you boys want a turn?” She asked. Both men shook their heads vigorously. “Good choice.” She walked over to a cue rack, and somehow managed to hang the two men’s bodies from it. She stepped back, admiring her handiwork. “There, why don’t you two hang out here for a little while.”

She finally came over to where I was sitting, a look of supreme satisfaction on her face. “Well, what do you think?”

“Oh. My. God.”

She giggled in delight. “You’re so cute, and you look like you’re about to burst. Let mommy help.” She reached down, undid my zipper, and pulled out my cock. It was rock hard; pre-cum was already seeping out of the head. She deftly grabbed my cock, and let her fingers dance across the surface. In no time at all, I ejaculated all over the booth.

Jamie lifted her hand, wet with my juices. One by one she put her fingers in her mouth and licked them all dry. “Yum.” She said in an incredibly sexy voice. “Let’s go home; I’m going to ravage you.” She didn’t have to tell me twice.

We raced through the streets to our villa. She parked the car in the garage, grabbed my hand, and pulled me eagerly toward the bedroom. Not my bedroom, the one on the other side of the court yard.

The room was huge, twice the size of the one I’d been staying in, but I hardly paid it much mind; my thoughts were solely with Jamie.

I grabbed her by the dress and pulled her toward me. She gave me a look that told me the only reason she was moving was because she wanted to. I pulled her mouth towards mine and plunged my tongue deep down her throat, attacking her mouth in the throes of a passion stronger than any I’d ever felt before. One of my hands wandered to one of her amazing tits and squeezed it with all of my might. It was soft and supple, so smooth, so big, so perfect in my hand. My other hand reached behind her and undid the tie on her dress. The two pieces of fabric fell down to her waist. I slid the rest of the dress over her hips and reached my hand into her panties, right into her soaking wet box. I slid my fingers across her clit, and was rewarded by the feel of a shudder going though her body.

She grabbed my wrist, and pulled my hand out of her pants. “No, wait,” she said softly.

I wasn’t sure I heard her right. This had to be what she wanted; it was certainly what I wanted. “What do you mean, wait? This is what you want, isn’t it.”

Her body shuddered, and I was actually taken a little aback. She hadn’t seemed this vulnerable, this unsure of herself, all week. The confidence was melting away, the resolve crumbling. Wasn’t this what she wanted?

She looked up at me, I was surprised to see her eyes wet with tears. “I do want it, Paul, I do. But this week isn’t about that. It’s about you, Paul. You’ve done so much for me, for so long. Now it’s my turn; it’s my turn to take care of you. It’s my turn to give you whatever you need, whatever you desire.”

That sounded like it should have been what every guy ever wanted to hear from his girlfriend, but it sounded wrong to me. I hadn’t imagined this moment with Jamie, well not for more than a few hours, but this couldn’t be right. Was it?

Jamie quickly regained her composure. Her hands grabbed my shirt and ripped it off. Her confidence building, she grabbed my pants and they met the same fate.

“This body is yours, this mind is yours. All that I have is for you. All that I am is for you to do with as you will. I’m going to pay you back everything I owe you Paul. I’m going to pay it back with interest.”

Before I could even think to protest, she grabbed my arm and pulled me forward. I thought she was going to hug me, but she kept pulling me forward until I was leaning over her shoulder and didn’t stop until I was lying on top of her right hand, which was resting on her shoulder. Suddenly, it dawned on me what was about to happen. My unease vanished and was replaced by anticipation. “No way!”

“Yes way.” Suddenly, her single hand pushed up on my stomach, and I felt my body lift up off the ground. Higher, and higher my body went until she had finally lifted me all the way up over her head. She held me there with ease. Even with one hand, my weight was inconsequential to her. She simply held my body steadily overhead for a long moment, before finally lowering me, but not to the bed.

She lowered my body until my cock entered her mouth. Her lips slid softly around my rock-hard cock and her tongue brushed against it. Then, still using just one arm, my body was thrust back up again, out of her mouth. Up and down, in and out, she gave me the most amazing blowjob I ever had. When I finally came, she kept my cock in her mouth and swallowed every last drop. Once I was sucked dry, I was once more thrust up into the air high over her head. She must have lifted me dozens of times, but only used the one arm the whole time. It was a whole new level of strength.

And she wasn’t done yet! She gave me only moments to recover before going back to work on my cock. I thought I’d never be able to get hard again so quickly, but she was so amazing with her mouth that I was hard again before I knew it. It took a little longer but eventually I found myself blowing my load once more, with Jamie sucking down every last drop.

She kept going pressing me up and down with her one super strong arm, sliding my cock in and out of her mouth, bringing me to erection over and over. I lost track of how many times she got me off, but eventually it was too much for my body to handle, and I felt myself slip into sweet oblivion.

Chapter 5 – Thursday

I don’t know if I’d ever slept so well in my life. I woke up completely refreshed and rejuvenated; I felt like I’d slept for a year. When I opened my eyes, the first thing I noticed was that I wasn’t in bed alone. Jamie lay on her side, her head propped up on one of her hands. She was staring at me with a dreamy smile of pure love. She lay naked from her waist up, her huge breasts one atop the other forming vast amounts of cleavage. She still wore the tiny silk panties she had on last night.

“Good morning, sleepyhead. Enjoying the view?” she said in a quiet voice.

I realized with a start that I was staring at that inviting cleavage. The weird thing was, I wasn’t startled from shame at being caught staring, I was startled because, for the first time this week, I felt no shame at all. It felt perfectly natural to stare at her amazing chest. I felt aroused by the curves of her femininity, and I felt comfortable looking at the gorgeous body she had on display.

“Yes,” I said sliding across the bed toward her. “I’m enjoying the view very much. In fact, I think I’d like a closer look.” I heard her giggle above me as I buried my head in her bountiful bosom. I let myself become consumed with the feel of her soft skin and the flowery scent of her body.

She moaned above me in ecstasy as I rubbed my face all over the expanse of her amazing breasts. When I finally came up for air, I brought my mouth up to hers and gently ran my tongue around her lips before slipping it into her mouth. She embraced me, running her hands along my back as I explored her mouth, cheek and neck with my lips. I grabbed one huge, perfect breast in my hand and gently caressed it, kneading the softness and rubbing her plump, pink nipple between my fingers. We made out for several minutes, her own hands easily finding all of my sensitive spots. It wasn’t long at all before my other head was popping out of the sheets.

Jamie smiled in delight at my erection. She pushed me over onto my back, and slid down my body, until her gigantic tits engulfed my huge erection. She slid her breasts up and down my cock with the practiced ease of a professional. In moments I felt my body stiffen as I was wracked by another intense orgasm.

Jamie let me spill my seed into her cleavage before sliding back up to give me another kiss. “You’re too easy,” she said, delight evident in her voice. “Tell me, do you still think I’m ‘pretty cool’?”

I wrapped my arms around her and squeezed her tightly against my body. She rested her head against my chest with a satisfied sigh. “Jame, pretty cool, doesn’t begin to describe how incredible you are. I mean, Christ, Jamie, you’re unbelievable. Simply the most amazing girl I’ve ever met, in every way imaginable.”

I paused for a moment before adding, “And I think, I truly think, I’ve fallen in love with you.”

She looked up at me then, her eyes glistening with tears, her face so full of hope. I felt my heart aching for her. “You love me. Do you really, really mean it?”

I did. Four days ago, I never would have thought it would be possible, but I did love her, more than I ever loved anyone in my life. “I do, Jame, with all the pieces of my heart.”

She let out a little squeal, and hugged me so hard the air was thrust from my lungs. It made me feel good, to make her so happy.

She held me for a long time, before finally releasing me. She looked up at me with a devilish smile. “Gosh, you suck on a guy’s dick for a little while, and he’ll say anything.”

I knew she meant it playfully, but I felt a sudden stab of guilt. Was I really that shallow that I only loved her because she made me cum, over and over and over and over.…

Jamie sensed my guilt. “Hey, I was just teasing.” She grabbed my chin with her hand and brought my eyes down to meet hers.

“Listen to me Paul. I know you don’t only like me for my body, or because I gave you a blowjob, or let you feel my tits. I know how much you love me as a person, how much you care for me because of who I am. You’ve spent your whole life proving that beyond the shadow of a doubt. This week was never about that. This week was all about you being able to accept me as a beautiful, sexual woman. A woman you desire with every fiber of your being. And I’d say in that regard, this week seems to have been a rousing success.” Her eyes glittered in that devious nature again. “Besides, I think we both know what really turns you on is my titanic strength.”

God, the mere thought of her strength was enough to get my heart pounding in my chest. Yesterday’s events raced through my head. Jamie using me as a human barbell, lifting me like I was a pillow. Then she fought off three guys at once. Fight isn’t the appropriate word; it’s more like completely dominated, and with a shocking level of ease. “Yeah,” I said, my mind still going through all the incredible things she did. “I can’t believe how strong you are. I mean, sure I’ve always dreamed of being with a strong woman, but you…damn Jamie, you’re stronger than I ever could have imagined.”

“Hehehe, you liked that didn’t you? Well can I tell you a little secret?” I nodded my head eagerly. “You’ve barely seen a fraction of what I’m actually capable of.”

I chuckled nervously. “Yeah right.”

She arched her eyebrow at me. “You still doubt me?” She slipped off the bed, slid her arms under me, and stood with me cradled in her arms. She strolled over to the middle of the room, shifted me around a little bit in her arms, and then, without any fanfare at all, pressed my 245lbs high over her head. “Do you have any idea how easy this is for me?” She started doing reps with my body, effortlessly pressing me up and down, over and over. “Do you wanna guess how many times I can do this? I’m not talking dozens of times; I’m talking hundreds of times, hundreds and hundreds. Do you wanna see how many I can do? We might be here for quite some time.”

The whole time she was talking she was effortlessly pressing my body. She must have already done 20 reps. Could she really do hundreds? My cock was getting hard. The feeling of her tremendous strength was the biggest turn-on I ever had in my entire life. “I can’t believe it, you’re strength is just so incredible. But I mean, how much stronger can you be?”

She stopped her presses around 40 and lowered me back down to a cradle. “Oh, I can be stronger; much, much, MUCH stronger. And I can’t wait until I get a chance to show you just how strong I am. But first, let me make you some breakfast. You’re going to need all your strength to get through the day.”

I felt the same sense of unease that nagged at me last night. Last night I ignored it, but I couldn’t today. I had to nip this in the bud. Jamie looked at me in surprise as I squirmed out of her arms to fall unceremoniously onto the floor, but she didn’t do anything to stop me. That was good. I had little doubt she could make me do whatever she wanted. “No, no, no I can’t.” I told her as I scampered back to my feet.

Jamie looked at me confused. I couldn’t blame her; I could hardly believe I was saying it myself. “You can’t what? Aren’t you hungry?”

“No, it’s not that. It’s just… this isn’t right.” I stammered as I tried to find the right words.

Jamie’s jaw dropped. She looked like I just killed her cat. “What do you mean? I thought you said you loved me.” There was genuine fear in her voice as she saw her dreams start to slip through her fingers.

I waved my hands frantically in the air. “I did, I mean… I do. It’s not that, it’s just…”

I stopped, taking a moment to collect my thoughts. Jamie stared at me anxiously. “Look, the thing is, you spent all this money for this incredible week.”


“And you cooked all these amazing meals, and then did all the dishes.”

“Uh huh.”

“And the last couple nights you’ve… uh… taken care of my… um… needs, while stopping me from… you know, seeing to yours.”

She frowned at me. “I don’t understand. You make it sound like those are all bad things.”

Men across the world would probably slap me for what I was about to say, but what do you do. “They’re not. I’ve had a great time, believe me. And everything you’ve done so far has been fantastic. It’s just… I’m not looking for a chef, or a maid. I don’t want a sugar momma or a concubine.” That earned me a raised eyebrow, so I hurried on. “What I’m trying to say is, I want to be with someone I can share my life with, someone who treats me as an equal.”

Jamie was shaking her head. “Paul, it’s not like you’re taking advantage of me, or forcing me to do something I don’t want to do. I owe you, Paul. I owe you so much. You took care of me for so long, and now I can pay you back.” She walked up to me and put a gentle hand on my chest and leveled a smoldering look that sent my blood boiling. “And believe me, I’m going to pay you back with interest.”

I gently pushed her away. “Jame, there’s nothing to pay back. There’s no interest owed. You were a kid, you needed someone to look after you, and I was glad to do it. But I’m not a kid. I’m 24 years old, I have a car, and enough money saved to make a down payment on at least a condo, if not a townhouse, depending on where I get a job. And I am going to get a job. I graduated from the Wharton Business School, someone’s going to give me a six figure starting salary to do a job I’m gonna wind up being very good at. I don’t need someone to take care of me anymore. I need someone to share my life with.”

Jamie’s jaw was set; her eyes were moist. She wasn’t going to give up that easily. “You were a kid too, Paul. You were supposed to be playing sports and making friends, and dating girls, and concentrating on your studies. But you didn’t, ‘cause you were taking care of me. I took all of that from you, and I had no right to.”

I spoke to her gently, like I had so many times in the past. “You didn’t take anything. I gave it to you. I gave it to you freely, and I’d gladly do it again.”

She was trying so hard to keep back the tears, to be strong; but in many ways she was still that shy young girl I saw crying on her front step all those years ago. “You broke up with your girlfriend to spend more time with me… twice that I know about. When you were sixteen, you returned all your birthday presents so that you could afford to buy me an Ipod. You cradled me in your arms, I don’t know how many times, and rocked me to sleep when I couldn’t stop crying cause my daddy left me. You… I could do your dishes everyday for a year and still not come close to paying you back all I owe. How can you expect me to do nothing?”

“You haven’t done nothing, Jame. You’ve been you.” Now I felt myself tearing up. “I feel pride every time you pass a test, or letter in a sport. Every time you comfort a friend, or volunteer at a soup kitchen, it reflects on me. You’re an amazing woman, even without all your physical gifts. And there’s no amount of dinners or money, or even sex, that can pay me back more than the pride I feel in having helped you become the person you are today. You don’t have to pay me back Jame. You do that every day, just by being you.”

She threw herself onto me. I wrapped my arms around her and held her tightly against me while she quietly wept on my chest. I choked back my own feelings. I had to be strong for her. Whatever she had become over the past several years, I was still her rock. That would never change.

We shared our embrace for a long time, far after her weeping subsided. I bent down, and kissed her on the top of her head. She looked up to me, a smile on her face and an intense look of love shining through her tear stained eyes. I leaned down lower, letting my lips run over her eyes and her nose, before meeting her lips. I wrapped my lips around her lower lip and caressed it gently. She gave me gentle sigh, to let me know she was enjoying my touch.

I let my hand trace across the silky smooth skin of her back, up her side, and around to her huge, thick, bare breast. I tried to cup its entire girth, but my hand was unequal to the task. I let my fingers wander around its entire expanse, feeling the softest skin I’d ever felt in my life, and gently squeezed. Her breast was incredibly firm and perfectly formed. My hand continued to play with her marvelous melon while I moved my lips to her cheek and neck. I was gentle with her, even though I knew she could handle far more than I could dish out. But this was a time for tenderness.

I got down on my knees, putting my head right at the height of her chest. I leaned forward, burying my face in her enormous cleavage. It felt so good around my face, and Jamie was enjoying it as well. She moaned in pleasure as my early morning stubble tickled the insides of her breasts.

I let my hands wander down to her waist, and relieved her of her panties, then brought a hand back up to her waist and slid my fingers into her. She was so wet, there was little doubt she was enjoying herself. I moved my face out of her cleavage and found a nipple with my lips. It swelled impressively as I sucked while I let my fingers rub across her clit.

I wasn’t the most experienced lover, not by a long shot; I had never even gotten to second base until I got to college. But I had learned a few things in the past couple of years. And while I wasn’t anywhere near as skilled as Jamie was, it still wasn’t very long before she clutched me tightly, moaning in ecstasy.

I let her enjoy the ride before pulling away slightly and fixing her with a smile. “There,” I said with a shit-eating grin. “That wasn’t so bad, was it?”

Jamie shot me her own devious look. “Mmmmm, you certainly have the magic touch.”

“Good.” I gave her another kiss before getting back to my feet. “Now, why don’t you put some clothes on while I go downstairs and make you some breakfast… though, the clothing part is optional.” She giggled at me as I made my way down the steps.

Now I’m no chef, but I’ve been living on my own for quite some time, and know how to cook for myself. Besides, it’s hard to fuck-up French toast. I fumbled around the kitchen, finding what I needed, and did my best to throw together a nice meal. I cooked up some French toast and sausage links, and cut up some fruit. I didn’t have any secret ingredients, or special cooking methods, but I did okay.

Jamie came down while I was cooking, wearing a long tee shirt that fit super-tight across her incredible chest. She sat there with a sweet smile on her face, watching me cook. When the food was almost ready, she pulled out plates and silverware. I was about to admonish her, but held my tongue. It would be pretty hypocritical of me to tell her not to help after my earlier diatribe. Besides, it felt kind of natural, like we were slipping back into our old, familiar roles.

The food was good, if nothing special. There was no doubt in my mind it would have tasted much better had Jamie cooked it, but she offered nothing but praise for the meal that at least sounded genuine. We cleaned the dishes together after we were done.

After everything was clean, we moved out to the pool and spent the rest of the morning relaxing. Well mostly relaxing. Jamie walked out in the same long tee shirt she wore to breakfast and took it off as soon as we were outside. She was wearing a thong bikini bottom, and that was it. This time, I let myself ogle her breasts freely, and she made sure to display them proudly. Of course I couldn’t keep my hands to myself, not anymore. Today when she asked me to put on suntan lotion, I made sure to thoroughly go over every inch of her body. Several times. You know, just to make sure I didn’t miss a spot. I was given a wonderful reward for my services.

We grilled burgers and dogs for lunch at a poolside grill. I handled the grilling while Jamie threw together some potato salad and cut up some mangos. I was going to drink some beer with lunch, but Jamie stopped me because it would interfere with some of our afternoon plans.

I quickly forgot about the beer once Jamie told me that she was going to teach me how to drive the Ferrari. It was amazing, and harder than I would have ever thought. The thing had more than twice the horsepower of the piece of shit I drove at home, not to mention the acceleration. Left to my own devices, I would have crashed it for sure, but naturally, Jamie was an excellent tutor, and before long, I was driving the thing with confidence, if not a ton of skill.

After an hour of driving around, Jamie directed me to a parking lot at Honolulu Community College, right outside their athletic facility. Strangely, there was nobody around, something that Jamie had apparently “arranged”. Part of me didn’t want to know how she arranged that; the rest of me couldn’t stop thinking about it.

Jamie was wearing teal spandex pants that clung to the contours of her perfectly-toned legs. Her gleaming white sports bra was cut low, showing tons of cleavage that she displayed to its fullest as she reached her arms behind her back to stretch. Her huge chest stood straight out, straining the limits of her tight bra. She held the stretch far longer than she had to for my benefit, and I made sure I got myself an eyeful. Next was a toe touch. Her body bent nearly in half, as she placed her hands flat on the ground. Her perfectly shaped ass stuck straight up into the air. I suppose I should have been stretching myself, but I was way too preoccupied staring at Jamie’s awesome figure. How did I ever not realize how gorgeous she was?

“All right, now you know I’m strong, though I promise to show you a lot more strength a little later. But I also want to show you that I’m more than just strength. So I thought we’d do a few track and field events, so I could show you some of the other things I can do.”

“Sounds good to me.” While strength was what turned me on the most, I was excited to see what else she could do. “What’s first?”

She looked around the field, trying to decide. Finally she pointed over to the goal post at one end of the football field. “All right, how about this. You know sometimes when football players score a touchdown, they jump up and spike the ball over the goalpost?”

“Of course.”

“Well, let’s see if you can reach it.”

That didn’t sound too hard. The cross bar on the goalpost was about ten feet up. That was a good bit, but I guessed I should be able to handle it. I backed up a bit, got up a little head of steam, and leaped up as high as I could. My fingers just barely grazed the bottom side of the goalpost. I looked at Jamie a little sheepishly. I spent a lot of time in the gym lifting weights and I was pretty strong, at least I used to think so, but I really wasn’t all that athletic.

She simply smiled at me, looking pleased at my effort. “Not bad. Okay, my turn.” She strolled right up to the goalpost to stand practically under it. She looked up at the goalpost for a second, I guess trying to gauge the distance. She crouched down, and then sprang up from the ground. I watching in awe as Jamie’s body was launched into the air by her powerful thighs. Her body kept going up and up and up. My jaw dropped open as her entire body, completely vertical, rose up over the crossbar and kept going up!

She had her body stretched straight up and down, her arms reached high over her head, her feet pointed straight down, and yet still her entire body passed over the crossbar with what looked like more than a foot to spare! Finally, her body dropped, landing lightly in a crouch on the ground. She stuck her landing, and straightened up, throwing her arms to the side in a flourish like a gymnast. She glanced over her shoulder to where I was standing, and giggled at the awed expression on my face.

“Holy shit!” I had no idea what the record was for the high jump, but there was little doubt in my mind that she just crushed it.

“I’m just getting started, sweetie. Now for the long jump.”

Again we used the football field. I backed up as far as I could, and then sprinted as fast as I could toward the goal line. Once I got to where I thought the goal line was, I jumped with all my might. Again, I’m not an athlete. I have strong legs, but no form. I managed to get a little past the five-yard line. I have no idea whether or not that was good, but once more, Jamie complimented my effort.

Now she was up. Just like the high jump, she ignored the running start and placed her two feet together right behind the goal line. She took a moment to gaze down the field, then she crouched and sprang up, launching herself through the air. Again, I was left watching in wonder as Jamie soared past the five-yard line, still on her assent. She sailed through the air so far, I thought for a moment that she was flying, until she finally came down in another soft landing, that she stuck in manor that would make Olympic gymnasts jealous. The grace was impressive; the length she jumped was simply unbelievable. She stood there, again flourishing, exactly on the twenty-yard line! I’d never even heard of anyone jumping so far.

Jamie walked back to me, beaming with pride. Neither jump seemed to tax her in the least, which made me think that she didn’t jump her furthest in either try, despite her clear record shattering distances. She stood before me, her hands on her hips like supergirl. I was starting to think she very well could have been.

“So what do you think? Impressed?”

“Are you kidding! You’re incredible! I mean forget just strength, is there anything that you’re not amazing at?”

“Well, to tell you the truth, I’ve never played a round of golf before, but I’m sure it wouldn’t take me too long to master that.”

I just shook my head. The nonchalant certainty of her statement was shocking. Like it was a forgone conclusion. “You’re unbelievable.”

She smiled and gave me a pat on the cheek. “You’re learning.”

Running was our last event. Jamie pulled out a stopwatch, and once more I was up first to set the standard. Running was never really my strong suit. I was a bit too big and bulky to be very aerodynamic, but I gave it my all. The track was a quarter mile long, and I managed it in a little less than two minutes. I did some quick math in my head, that was one of my strong suits, and figured I was running about 7.5 miles/hour. Probably not all that impressive, and certainly not a pace I’d be able to keep for too long.

Jamie gave me a pat on the shoulder and a smile. She handed over the stopwatch and asked me if I was ready. The second I nodded; she sprang down the track in a sprint. I watched her effortlessly glide across the track with the grace of a gazelle. Each stride was so smooth, so effortless, that it hardly looked like she was moving at all. Yet when her foot finally touched down at the finish line, I looked down at the stopwatch and was stunned to find that exactly a minute had passed. “That can’t be right.”

”Why not?”

“Because according to this you were running 15 miles an hour, but it barely looked like you were moving. I must have hit the thing by accident.”

Jamie smiled at me, that knowing smile. “That’s fine; we’ll just do it again.” She didn’t sound like someone who just ran 15 miles an hour.

Again, after making sure I was ready, Jamie took off down the track. This time, I could tell she was moving quickly. She was still taking those long strides, but her legs were pumping much faster than they were before. I kept a close eye on the watch, while glancing up at Jamie every now and then. She reached the finish line, but this time, blew right by. I stared down at the watch, doing a double take. According to the watch, she just finished the lap in 30 seconds! There was no way!

But Jamie wasn’t stopping. Continuing around the track as if to prove it was no fluke, Jamie raced at the same incredible speed for the next lap. This time I was watching her come down the stretch and noticed the exact time her foot touched down on the finish line. One minute. She just ran another 30-second lap! Not only was she running ridiculously fast, she was hitting the finish line at exactly 30-second intervals. How was that possible? How could she possibly be timing that?

But she did, and she was still running, her legs pumping tirelessly, her speed remaining constant. She gave no signs of slowing down; no signs that her speed was taxing her in the slightest. Her third lap was completed in another 30 seconds, on the dot, and she kept going. She did a fourth and final lap, again clocking in at exactly 30 seconds. This time, she did stop. She seemed as fresh as when she began, but according to what I was looking at, she just ran a mile in 2 minutes flat! That had to be a record!

Again, I was left staring at Jamie in awe. “My God Jame,” I barely breathed, “You are Supergirl!”

She came up and hugged me, a huge smile on her face. “And that was just a light jog. Maybe one day I’ll run really fast for you.”

Holy crap! Was there nothing this girl couldn’t do?

“Tell me how aroused you are right now.”

“I’m fucking turned-on as hell. I mean not only did you just crush every record in the book, and by what I’m assuming was a large margin, but you made it look so easy, like you weren’t even trying.”

“I wasn’t. It’s all so easy for me. Everything I did, I can do so much better if I actually tried.”

My cock was straining against my shorts. “You’re killing me.”

“Hehehe. Well come on; showing off like this is making me feel so damn sexy. Let’s not stop now.”

The track and field events were over. We next moved inside the athletic facility, which Jamie somehow had a key for. First stop was a batting cage. She set the machine to its fastest pitches. She hit every pitch solidly, simply crushing the ball. A virtual screen showed the projected trajectory of the ball in a random major league park. Not only did Jamie hit a home run with every hit, every one of her hits would have gone out of the park. Way out of the park.

After creaming every ball, she went out to the machine and grabbed the balls herself to pitch to me. It was ridiculous. I didn’t even so much as tip any of her pitches. A few times, the ball went by me so fast, I couldn’t even start my swing before the ball was past me. By the time we were done, there were several baseball-sized holes in the cage behind me.

Next, we went to a basketball court and did a little one on one. One would think my one-foot height advantage would afford me some kind of advantage. It didn’t. She did whatever she wanted. She was quick enough to simply run circles around me, leaving me flat-footed as she drove right by me to the hoop. She was strong enough to push me around when she tried to back toward the hoop and, with her amazing leaping ability, she was easily able to shoot over any attempt I made to block her.

Or she would just pull up for a jumper, which she could make from anywhere on the court. She didn’t miss a single shot! Lebron James would be jealous of that kind of field goal percentage. Not only did she make every shot, every shot was a swish, even her lay ups. Not to mention the fact that she could jump so high and so far that dunking was no problem at all. It was simply an awe-inspiring offensive display.

Her defense was just as impressive. She moved her feet so quickly; there was no getting around her. And when I tried to back her off, it was like pushing against a brick wall. She blocked every single one of my shots. Hell, most of the time, she’d just jump up and grab my shot out of the air, no matter how much arc I tried to use. That is, when she let me try to shoot. She moved so damned fast, and her hands were so quick, that stealing the ball from me was child’s play to her. After half an hour, she had beaten me six ways from Sunday.

We took a break to rest, or at least I had to rest. I was starting to wonder if Jamie ever got tired. She just stood there, her hand crossed under her chest, pushing her breasts up so far they practically fell out of her sports bra. She was regarding me with a critical look. “This isn’t upsetting you, is it?”

“What… do you… mean?” I panted back to her.

“I mean, me so thoroughly dominating you at everything. I know this is the kind of thing you’ve fantasized about your entire life, but some guys have really fragile egos, especially after getting so thoroughly dominated. I just want to make sure you’re okay with this.”

“I’m more than just okay with it. You know me; I’m not really a competitive guy. And to be honest, for me its just so sexy watching you dominate me so easily, I’m happy to get beat.”

She smiled. “Well, lets go make you happy some more.”

It simply didn’t matter what we did, Jamie was ridiculously good at everything. I know dominating me in some sports was hardly a tough job, but with the incredible level of skill she displayed, in everything, I wouldn’t doubt her being able to dominate professional athletes with the same ease with which she dominated me.

Finally I just couldn’t go on. I was simply exhausted. I could barely stand. Jamie looked like she’d spent the last couple hours just watching me. Barely a bead of sweat dotted her brow.

“You can’t be done yet. There’s still one more thing I have to show you.” She looked at me with a twinkle in her eye.

“What, do they have badminton here?”

She chuckled. “No silly; it’s time for me to show you how strong I am.”

Watching Jamie run, jump and perform every sport imaginable at a stunningly high skill-level was a big turn on for me. But I knew she was saving this, the best for last. Physical strength was what turned me on most in a woman, and judging by the way she lifted me so easily yesterday, it was clear to me that Jamie had strength in spades.

The very thought of watching Jamie show off her strength gave me a second wind. I got up, and eagerly looked around for a weight room.

“No, not here. There are some weights back at the beach house. Let’s go back there so we can have a more… personal setting.”

She didn’t have to tell me twice. I nearly ran back to the Ferrari. I let Jamie drive back. I was so keyed up, I was afraid I might run into something.

Back at the villa, Jamie led me into the main building. I followed her through a door off the main room into the house gym. The room was probably stocked better than the gym at the college. Pairs of treadmills, rowing machines, and stationary bikes were lined up facing out toward the ocean. The rear wall of the room was a floor to ceiling mirror with a dumbbell rack pushed up against it. It had weights as small as five pounds, to dumbbells much bigger than anything I’d ever seen at my gym.

There were a couple of universal machines in the room where you could do a host of different exercises, and a very sturdy-looking weight bench right in the middle of the room. There were weight discs scattered in various places throughout the room, some smaller five- and ten-pound plates, but most of the plates were 45s or 100s. Hell, I’d never seen so many 100lb plates in my whole life. There was also a bar that looked to be even bigger than the Olympic sized bars we had at my gym. It sat on a very hefty weight stand just high enough off the ground to make loading it easier.

I took a moment to take it all in as Jamie watched me closely to see my reaction. I imagine she was quite please with what she saw.

I turned to face her. Without a word, she extended her right leg, pointed her toe to the ground and flexed her thigh. A shapely, flawlessly toned muscle popped from her perfectly tanned leg. She twisted her leg back and forth, letting me see the whole incredible thing, and then flexed the left one the same way. Just like all the rest of her muscles, they weren’t huge; her 118lb frame wasn’t built for huge muscles, but they were all the perfect size for her build. She flexed her thighs for a few minutes before turning and rising up to her toes. The muscles in her calves bunched up into two solid chunks of steel. Her legs were so amazing. While upper body strength was what I was most interested in, I certainly found toned, curvy legs very sexy. Not to mention her rounded, solid ass, which sat like twin bowling balls above her thighs.

After giving me a leg show for a while, she turned back around and flexed her abs for me. A clearly defined six-pack emerged from her tapered waist. I remember the guys at the bar last night slamming a pool cue continuously against that impenetrable was of muscle. Part of me wanted to feel what that was like first hand.

Next came the chest. I was once more treated to the incredible sight of her gigantic breasts bouncing up and down, seemingly of their own accord, sometimes one at a time, sometimes both at once. It was a truly hypnotic sight that I could quite happily watch for hours.

Regrettably, she turned around, and started flexing her back. A symphony of muscle appeared, every individual muscle clearly defined. Every muscle fit in perfectly with the others in a grand tapestry of female perfection.

Finally, it was time for the arms. She turned back to me, a seductive smile on her face, and brought her arms up, flexing her impressive biceps. Twin balls of shapely female bicep rose up from her flawlessly toned arms. Each muscle ideally sized, and impeccably shaped. It was like she was Photoshopped. And it wasn’t just her bicep. She turned to the side, displaying a bulging horseshoe shaped muscle that perfectly complimented her bicep.

Her entire body was unparalleled. Every muscle shaped like a master carved it. Her whole body covered with an even, golden brown tan that highlighted every single muscle group to its max. She started moving her hips to a soundless beat. Her body flowed from one sexy flex to another with the grace of a gazelle. I watched her sexy dance entranced, and completely turned on. God, I wanted to jump her right there.

She noticed the effect she was having on me. She seemed delighted by it actually. She swayed over to me, reached up and put her hands on my shoulders. Her huge breasts brushed up lightly against my chest. Her hips continued to sway back and forth in their hypnotic pattern. “All right, sweetie, here’s how it’s going to go. You pick whatever weight you want me to lift, tell me however many times you want me to lift it, and I’ll do it.”

I gulped, taking a moment to try to get a hold of myself. “Any… uh, any weight I want?”

She pulled me down for a long sensual kiss. As she pulled away, she whispered so softly, I could barely hear her. “Any weight at all. As heavy as you want. Let me blow your mind.”

God I was so turned on, I wanted to take her, right there, right then. But first, I just had to see. I had to see her strength, experience her power. Pulling away from her was the hardest thing I’d ever done, but I managed it. She seemed quite pleased by my reluctance. I turned back to the weights and tried to think.

First I looked at one of the huge, 100lb plates. I don’t think I ever used a 100lb plate. Of course my max on the bench was 365lbs, so I didn’t really need one. But after what I’d seen her do already, I never thought of starting with something smaller. How many could she handle? There were dozens of them, could she use them all?

I decided I’d start light and get heavier. I grabbed a plate and muscled it up to the bar, and then put a matching one on the other side. A 250lb barbell, all told. That was some lightweight.

I looked over to Jamie, who cocked one of her eyebrows at me. “That’s barely more than you weigh. And you know how easy it is for me to handle your weight.”

God the memory sent my heart racing. “I know, but…uh…I thought, you know, maybe we’d start with a warm up. Besides, I’ve always been what you were lifting. I want to watch.”

The smoldering look she gave me set my heart on fire. She slowly swayed over to the bar and hefted it easily off the rack. She held it casually down by her waist. “You mean you want to watch me do this?” And with that, she curled the barbell up to her chest.

Despite Jamie’s contention on the weight being easy to lift, 250lbs was nothing to sneeze at. I could only do around 180, and that was my max. I didn’t know a whole lot of guys at the gym who could do much more than that, and I knew some pretty big guys. But it was clear that 250lbs was nothing for Jamie’s amazing strength. She slowly lowered the bar back down to her waist in a smooth, controlled motion, before curling it back up again. Up and down, up and down, she curled the bar over and over again with a complete lack of effort. I wondered if I’d be able to curl the empty bar as easily.

“You like this, don’t you? You like that your girlfriend is so very, very strong. You like that I can curl a barbell that’s heavier than anything you could ever hope to curl. And it’s so simple for me too. That’s 20 reps right there, and I’m just getting started. How many would you like me to do… 50? 100? It would be as easy to me as the first one.”

True to her word, Jamie kept curling the heavy barbell over and over, passing 30, then 40, then 50, 60, 70, 80 and 90 reps until she finally curled the bar for the 100th time. The 100th rep did indeed seem to go up just as easily as the first.

I was completely in awe. “Oh my God, I don’t believe it.” I was so stunned I could barely speak.

Jamie giggled as she placed the bar back on the weight stand. “Well, if that impressed you, you’re gonna be blown away by what’s coming next. Now, warm-up is over. Show me what you want to see. Show me what would really turn you on.”

I thought about it for a second. What would really turn me on was if she could lift all of these weights at once, but that was ludicrous. I tried to think what she could handle. Clearly my body weight was nothing to her, and I knew she could handle me with one hand, that was close to 500lbs right there. I added another plate to each side of the bar and then decided to add another. 650Lbs, well more than I could even budge from the ground. I looked at the bar considering.

I glanced over to Jamie, who was standing there with a shit-eating grin on her face. What the hell, I thought, and then put another plate on either side. Four, one-hundred pound plates on either side of the bar, for a total of 850lbs. It wasn’t a record, but there were only a handful of people in the world who could even budge such a weight off the ground. All of them were considerably bigger than me, let alone Jamie. I turned back to face her, a hopeful look on my face. I must have looked like a puppy begging for food.

The look made Jamie giggle. “Wow, 850lbs. This is what you fantasize about, a girl strong enough to lift that.” She walked over to the bar and regarded it for a moment. “I don’t know, Paul, that’s a lot of weight. I mean, could you even imagine a little girl like me being able to lift so much?” She reached down flexing her knees a little, and grabbed the bar in an underhanded grip.

“I mean, could you even imagine the strength it would take to lift so much weight? A girl would have to be so very, very strong.” And with that, Jamie started to rise. Slowly but surely, the bar rose up off the stand. With every inch the barbell rose, my jaw dropped further and further. Finally, Jamie had completed the lift. She stood all the way up, holding the 850lb barbell.

I could feel the precum wetting the inside of my boxers. It was truly an erotic and amazing sight. “My God, that’s incredible.”

“Hehehe. That’s nothing, watch this.” I couldn’t believe how casual her voice was, but it was nothing compared to what happened next. As I watched in wonder and amazement, Jamie curled the huge barbell all the way up to her chest!

“Holy shit, Jame! I don’t believe it!” I think I was talking by reflex alone, I was so stunned.

“I knew you’d like this.” She lowered the barbell back to her waist, and then curled it again! “That’s why I was saving it for the end.” She did a third rep! Then a fourth! “I wanted to know that you loved me before I really started showing off my strength.” Five reps, six reps… how was she doing this! “And I love showing off my strength. I love being able to do things that no man on earth could do.” Seven, eight, and nine reps!

“How many men do you think it would take to do what I’m doing right now?” 10, 11, 12, 13! “What do you think, three? Maybe three really strong men would be able to curl this much weight once.” 14, 15, 16, 17! She just kept going, and going and going. “But no way they’d be able to do reps, certainly not as many as I’m doing right now.” 18, 19, 20!

Holy shit! 20 curls, with 850lbs! And she was still going! Not only that, but she kept talking without any hint of strain in her voice, like what she was doing was easy for her.

“Mmmmm.” 21, 22, 23, 24, 25. “I know how much it turns you on to watch me lift so much.” 26, 27, 28, 29, 30. “But do you know what’s really cool?” 31, 32, 33, 34, 35. “What’s really cool is that I think I’m just as turned on as you are.”

She started rubbing her tongue around her lips as she completed her 36, 37, 38, 39 and 40th rep. At the top of her 40th rep, she stopped, and started rubbing the barbell across her nipples. The response was instant. They started to grow, and her incredible jutting nipples strained the all ready overmatched sports bra even further.

Jamie was in ecstasy. She seemed to have forgotten that she was holding 850lbs in her hands. “Mmmmm, that feels so good.” She lowered the barbell, and continued her curls. 41, 42, 43, 44, 45, 46, 47, 48, 49, 50! “You love this don’t you? This power, this strength. You look like you’re ready to burst.” 51, 52, 53, 54, 55. “Why don’t you come over here? You can feel my biceps while I curl.” 56, 57, 58, 59, 60.

I needed no further encouragement. I stumbled over my own two feet trying to get to Jamie as fast as I could as she continued her curls. 61, 62, 63, 64, 65. I reached out, and cupped my hands over her biceps. My hands were able to easily wrap around her entire bicep, but as I squeezed with all of my might, her bicep bunched up under my hand in a solid, steel hard ball that I couldn’t even make a dent in. 66, 67, 68, 69, 70!

“’Yeah, that’s right, squeeze with all your might! You can’t dent these muscles, they’re just way too powerful for you.” 71, 72, 73, 74, 75. She backed up a little bit and rose up to her toes, the 850lb bar did nothing to hamper any movement what so ever. 76, 77, 78, 79, 80. She started to slowly rub her amazing ass against my crotch as she continued her curls. 81, 82, 83, 84, 85.

I knew she was going for 100, and as close as she was, as little effort as she seemed to be putting forth, I was sure she would get there no problem. My only goal was to try to last until she hit her 100th rep, but damn was it going to be hard! 86, 87, 88, 89, 90. The combination of her incredible show of strength, the rock hard feeling of her biceps in my hand, the feeling of her ass rubbing against my raging hard on, and her sexy moans were too much to bear. 91, 92, 93, 94, 95! Oh my god, I was so close! I could blow at any second. It took all my willpower to hold on. 96, 97. I pressed my cock hard into Jamie’s backside, trying to forestall the inevitable. She giggled in front of me between her moans. 98, 99. Oh, God, she was so unbelievably, fucking amazing!

“100!” The two of us shouted together on her final rep. I let myself go, and a jet of steaming hot cum spread through my shorts as I was rocked by yet another incredibly intense orgasm. I had to continue to clutch onto Jamie’s arms to keep from falling down.

After I was done, Jamie set the barbell down as gently as if it were her purse. She twirled around, wrapped her arms around my neck, and brought me down for a long passionate kiss. I attacked her mouth with a fervor I would have never believed possible just a couple of days ago. I grabbed her rock hard butt and lifted her petite body off the ground. She wrapped her silky smooth thighs around my waist, freeing one of my hands to roam around her powerful back and shoulders.

It struck me, after making out for quite sometime, that I was having no trouble supporting her weight. “Huh.” I mused out loud.

She leaned back a little, a look of pure joy on her face. “What?”

“It’s just… you’re so tiny, so light. It’s just so hard to believe how strong you are.” I looked down to the huge barbell lying on the floor next to us. A barbell she lifted with absolute ease.

She started giving tiny kisses on my neck. It felt so good. “You haven’t seen anything yet.” She mumbled through her teeth while nibbling at my ear. “850lbs was so easy for me, I can do much, much, much more.”

The barbell we had set up looked so huge sitting there on the ground, it was hard to believe she could handle much more. But I knew she could. She curled the damned thing 100 times! And didn’t seem to struggle at all. My cock grew hard just thinking about it. It pressed up against Jamie’s ass.

“Mmmmm. I think somebody’s ready for another display of my awesome strength.” She slowly slid down my legs until her feet touched the floor. I shuttered as her sexy, smooth body passed over my rigid member. “Go ahead, put more weight on there, as much as you want. Let me blow your mind.”

“All right, you wanna see what would blow my mind?” I started collecting plates and adding them to the bar. As many plates as I could find, as many as would fit. The bar was long, longer than any I’d ever used before, so I kept adding plate after plate until finally the bar was full. I wiped the sweat off my brow, moving all those 100lb plates was good exercise, at least it was for me, and checked out the bar I made. Eleven plates fit on each side of the bar. Eleven times 100lbs, that was 1100lbs! On each side of the bar! 2250Lbs!

Well more than a ton. I stood there in silence, letting the sheer enormity of the bar sink in. No man on earth would be able to even budge that thing off the ground. Hell, I doubted there were any two men who could budge it. The three strongest men in the world would probably have all they could handle just to move it. Could Jamie really be that strong! I looked over at her with a mixture of doubt and hope on my face.

She looked so calm, so confident, so happy. She came up to me and gave me another long, passionate kiss. “Do you really think little ole me can lift that huge, heavy barbell?” Her voice was full of doubt and seemed at odds with the supreme confidence on her face.

And then I realized; she wanted me to say no. She wanted me to doubt her strength. I was certainly full of doubt. How could anyone be so strong? But she already proved to be stronger than anyone should be, much stronger, much faster, much smarter, much more athletic, much more beautiful, so much more of everything.

Still, I decided to give her just what she wanted, the same decision I made so many times before in my life. “J-J-Jamie, no… no… no one can lift so… so much. It’s, it’s just impossible.” I was so full of emotion; I was actually shivering.

She gave me a smile that simply melted my heart. “Well, let’s see about that. First of all, let’s do this properly.” She reached down and grabbed the bottom of her sports bra, and then slowly peeled it up over her tits, freeing her amazing rack from its cotton prison. Even without the support of her bra, her incredible F-cups barely sagged an inch. She pulled the bra over her head and tossed it on the ground. Then she crossed her arms in front of her, squeezing her huge tits together, making them look simply enormous. I felt drool run down my chin. Jamie smiled in delight.

Next she grabbed her spandex pants and slowly slid them and her panties down her smooth perfectly-shaped legs, wiggling her hips slightly for added effect. She stood up straight, legs slightly apart, hands on her hips, letting me drink in, for the first time, the sight of her completely naked body.

She was, simply breathtaking, a perfectly formed specimen of the female body. She was, quite simply, a goddess.

She let me stare at her what seemed like forever. Then, with a wicked smile, she simply said, “Your turn.”

I was way too amped-up to even attempt any kind of erotic undress. I tore at my clothes, getting caught for a minute in my shirt before I figured out how to get myself free. Taking my shorts off was no easier, and I actually wound up tripping and falling to the ground as my feet got tied up in my boxers, much to Jamie’s amusement.

I stood up, trying to mimic Jamie’s confident pose. It was no use. I felt totally inadequate next to this exquisite creature.

Jamie didn’t give me a second to voice any kind of doubt. She glided up to me, gently pressing her silky-soft skin against mine. She looked up into my eyes, her own eyes full of love. “You are the most beautiful man I have ever seen.” Her eyes were starting to tear up.

It was more than I could bear. I enveloped her in a bone-crushing hug, enjoying the feel of her soft, supple skin against my body. My cock grew harder and harder, pressing up against her rock hard abdomen.

She let me hold her for as long as I wanted. When I finally pulled away, she had the happiest look on her face that I had ever seen. “It’s time,” she said.

She walked over to the barbell, which looked ridiculously huge next to her tiny body. Her eyes locked on mine, as she slowly ran her fingers along each and every single one of the twenty-two, 100lb, iron plates. Then she moved back to the center of the bar, and crouched down in front of it. One at a time, she wrapped her hands slowly around the metal bar, this time in an overhand grip. She adjusted her hands several times, making sure she had a good grip. Then she looked at me, blew me a kiss, and slowly stood up.

My jaw dropped in awe as I watched the mammoth bar ignore the laws of gravity and reality, and rise up off the weight stand. It was a short trip – Jamie wasn’t a tall girl – but soon, she was standing up straight, the bar held down near her waist, every single one of the 100lb plates suspended off the ground by her unimaginable strength.

“I… I… don’t… believe it. That’s… it’s just… so incredible.” She stood there in silence, beaming at me in pride. “I mean, Jesus, Jamie, that thing is like ten times my weight!”

She looked over the weight of the bar, and then looked back up at me, a devious smile on her face. “Actually, it’s more like nine times your weight.” Her grin broadened and she took a couple steps closer to me. “But I know a way we can bring it up to ten times your weight.”

I was so completely stunned it took me several seconds to figure out what she was talking about. When I did, my jaw dropped again. “No way!”

“Yes way. Sweetie, I’m gonna teach you to never doubt my strength again. Now, I want you to grab onto the bar with both hands.”

My heart was pounding in my chest. I couldn’t believe what my eyes were telling me, and I was brimming with excitement at once more being taken for a ride. I had to crouch down to grab the bar, my face was so close to Jamie’s chest, I couldn’t help but to stick my face in there and motor-boat. It occurred to me how stupid it was to distract someone holding up over a ton of weight.

Jamie didn’t seem to mind. She giggled at me before thrusting out her chest, pushing me away. “There will be plenty of time for that later. Right now, it’s time to blow you away. Now, I want you to push down on the bar as hard as you can.”

I obliged her, pushing down with everything I had. It didn’t seem to make a difference to her at all. Of course my 240lbs was a pittance next to the 2200lbs she was already holding.

“Okay, you ready?” I nodded slightly. “Have a nice trip.”

Ever so slowly, the bar started rising higher and higher. I was pushing down with all my might, but it was like trying to stop an elevator from going up. Pretty soon, I found myself standing straight up. Then I was up on my toes, and then, finally, my feet left the ground as Jamie lifted over 2500lbs of man and steel.

My arms trembled slightly at the effort of supporting my body weight. Jamie’s arms didn’t seem to be trembling at all as she snapped her wrists up and held the gigantic weight up at her shoulders. “Oh my God,” I managed to mutter, looking down at Jaime’s smiling face. She was having the time of her life.

“It gets better.” The barbell continued its ascent as Jamie pressed me, and the enormous weight, all the way up over her head. She beamed up at me in triumph. “What do you think about that?”

My rock hard cock sticking straight out above her head should have told her everything she needed to know. “I don’t… believe it.”

She giggled. “That’s nothing, watch this.” She slowly lowered the bar back down to her chest, and then pressed the bar back up over her head. It took all my concentration and strength to maintain my grip of the bar.

Jamie didn’t seem to mind. She continued to press the bar up and down, chest to high overhead, with ridiculous ease. “Is your mind blown yet? Ten times your weight, and I’m still nowhere near my max. Hell, I bet your arms get tired before mine do. Do you think you can win? It hardly seemed fair, for you. There’s just no overcoming the strength of these incredible, sexy, super powerful arms.” She continued repping me up and down, up and down.

I didn’t waste any energy trying to respond. All my concentration, all my power, all my will, was set toward trying to beat her in this one contest. I mean, how many reps could she possibly do with so much weight? Hell, she must have already done 20!

“You know,” she said in a voice that was entirely too casual, “when we get home we can invite all your friends over for a party. We can build a little platform, and get everyone you know to pile on top. You’d have to bring a lot more than ten friends though, especially if they aren’t all as big as you, ’cause this is just way too easy.”

Her playful teasing combined with her impossible strength was wreaking havoc on my libido, which was making holding on to the bar that much harder. Not that I had any illusion that I would win this challenge, even if my hands were stapled to the bar. She was passing her 40th rep and showing no signs of slowing down; meanwhile my arms were turning to jelly.

It wasn’t long at all before the inevitable happened. As she lowered the bar back down to her chest for the 57th time, my arms gave in and I dropped unceremoniously to my feet. Jamie was grinning ear to ear. “Done already?” she asked in mock surprise. “I’m barely getting warmed up.”

I just shook my head in disbelief. “You’re too much.”

She lifted the bar as high as she could, going up to her toes, and moved the bar over my head and then down to my back. The power it must have taken to move the weight that way was simply staggering. “If you thought that was too much, watch this. Sit down on the bar. Good. Now grab the bar with your hands to help with your balance. Perfect. Now you just sit there, and let Jamie do all the work. I promise you, you’ll like this ride much more than the last one.”

To get the bar low enough for me to sit on, she had lowered it down to her waist. My feet were barely grazing the floor, but not for long. She pulled the bar toward her, pressing my body into hers, and trapping my cock between our bodies. Then she started lifting. She reverse-curled me and the bar, pulling my feet up off the ground, and plunging my cock into the huge chasm between her tits. I felt a pulsing as she flexed her pecs around my cock as she slowly slid it up the vast expanse of her bosom.

She kept slowly curling the bar higher, and higher, until finally my cock edged from her cleavage only to slip into her waiting mouth as she took my entire length down her throat as she finally came to the apex of her lift. She paused only a moment before sliding me out of her mouth, back into the pulsing massage between her tits, all the way to the bottom of her tits, and then ran my cock along the cobblestone contours of her abs.

“Holy shit!” I was barely able to breath out as my body finally came to a rest at the bottom of her curl.

“Hehehe, I thought you might like that. Now let’s see about relieving the rest of your tension.” She performed another curl, over her abs, through her cleavage, and into her mouth, and then back the other way. It was the most amazing sensation of my life. Without stopping, moving slowly and in complete control, she curled my cock up her body over and over. I was I such a state of ecstasy; I totally forgot I was still sitting on a 2200lb barbell.

She didn’t make it to 100 reps this time; she didn’t even make it to 20. Twelve reps was all I could stand of this unbelievably erotic sensation, before I let loose a stream of cum that would have filled a milk jug. Jamie took it all into her mouth, bringing one of her arms up to by back to keep me from falling to the ground. When I was finally spent, she lowered me down to her hip, supporting my weight easily with her one hand.

“Oh my God, Jame,.” I said when I finally regained the ability to speak. “That was the most amazing experience of my life!”

“Hehehe, I’m glad you liked it. I’ll do that for you again, whenever you want, Paul. I’m going to spend the rest of my life making you the happiest man in the world in every way possible. Especially sexually.”

I looked down at her in wonder, again wondering what I ever did to deserve such an amazing woman. That’s when I finally realized that she was still holding the 2200lb bar in her other hand! “Uh, Jame, you know you’re still holding the one ton weight, right?”

She looked down at the gigantic barbell with mock surprise. She moved the barbell to hold it in front of her and studied it the way someone would a pebble they found on the ground. The slight bulging of the muscles on her arm was the only sign that she was putting any effort into manipulating this incredible weight so effortlessly. It struck me, that even after all I’d seen her do, I still had no idea just how strong she was.

“Huh, I guess I forgot it was there. It’s easy to forget when you’re holding something so light.” She started curling the thing up and down at a rapid pace to prove her point. She expended no energy doing it.

“You are too amazing. I want you, right now.”

She looked up at me with the biggest smile I’d ever seen. “I thought you’d never ask.”

She placed the huge barbell, gently, down on the ground, keeping me on her hip the whole time, and then carried me up to the bedroom while she started playing with my cock with her free hand.

“I know how much this body turns you on,” she explained as she expertly worked my cock. “I just thought you might last a little longer if you’d already came a couple of times before we start.”

Sure enough, by the time we got to the bedroom, I was stiff as a board. She put my back against one of the walls, my feet still dangling off the floor, and pressed her breasts against me, swallowing my cock in her vast cleavage. She let go of me with her hands, supporting my entire body weight with her tits, and then started flexing her pecs. I was treated to the amazing sensation of being airborne, pec-flex titty-fucked, without the use of her hands. I lasted longer than I had yet, having already cum twice in the last hour, but Jamie was tireless, and seemed to really enjoy getting me off. She began flexing her biceps, which looked even bigger than they did before, and playfully teased me with some sexy muscle talk. Eventually it was all enough, and I once more filled Jamie’s cleavage with my steaming hot seed.

“There,” she said, wiping my cum from her chest with a tissue. “Now that the appetizer is over, it’s time for the main course.”

I had never wanted someone so bad in my life. I grabbed her by the shoulders and pushed her down onto the bed. I leaned down and kissed her hard on the mouth, bringing my hand up to fondle her incredible breast. She moaned and squirmed beneath me, returning my passion with her own.

I pulled my mouth away from hers and started moving my lips to first peck at her cheeks, and then nibble around her neck. She moaned in pleasure as I attacked her skin less than gently. I moved down to her shoulder, and eventually found my way down to her chest. I pulled back, and cupped her two mammoth tits with my hands. I squeezed them, caressed them, pushed them, watching in fascination as my hands shaped her bountiful bosom to my will. I saw her nipples begin to grow out from her chest as proof that she was enjoying my touch.

I leaned over and took her nipple into my mouth sucking, and then lightly nibbling around the plump, pink protrusion. She seemed to enjoy it, so I bit down a little harder, which caused her moans to increase. I moved my lips from nipple to nipple, my hands still caressing her incredibly smooth and firm tit flesh. I moved my face into her cleavage, rubbing up and down, tickling the insides of her breasts with my stubble.

She was reaching her hand down to her crotch, so I regrettably left her tits, and continued my trek down her body, gently sliding her hand out of the way. I gently pecked each head of her six-pack, the unyielding rock-hard solidity of her unflexed abs a sharp contrast to the soft pliability of her huge tits.

A small strip of hair announced to my lips that they reached the Promised Land. I ran my tongue up and down the length of her pussy, sucking up the sweet juices from her sopping-wet box. I was nervous; Jamie was so masterful at touching me just right to extract the maximum amount of pleasure. I’d had very few girlfriends over the years, and very few opportunities to master my own craft, but I was determined to return the massive amounts of pleasure she’d given me over the past couple of days. I lashed my tongue back and forth across her clit; her moans of pleasure told me she appreciated the effort. I brought a couple fingers in to aid my tongue and began alternating fingers and tongue as I brought her to the height of arousal.

“Oh God, Paul. That feels so good.” She reached down, grabbed me under the arms, and pulled me up her body until my lips met hers in a passionate kiss. “I want you inside me,” she whispered in my ear as she flipped me over onto my back. She reached down and coaxed my cock back to attention, dangling her huge tits right in my face, which I all too eagerly tried to swallow whole.

Finally, my cock was engorged to its fullest, and she sheathed my shaft in her soggy love channel. Oh God! She was so wet, so tight. It felt so amazing as she impaled herself on the full length of my manhood. She rode me slowly at first, and then began increasing her pace and force with each thrust as we got closer and closer to orgasm. She closed her thighs tightly around my waist and I latched onto her jiggling mammaries as she thrust herself around me harder and harder.

Suddenly, there was a new sensation. The muscles of her love channel started contracting and expanding, massaging my cock as she continued her thrusts. I felt my cock grow larger than it ever had before, filling Jamie so fully I half expected the thing to pop out of her mouth. The extra size increased her pleasure as well, as quiet moans were overtaken by screams of ecstasy from us both. She thrust, harder and harder, faster and faster, all the while massaging my cock with her vaginal muscles until my ecstasy reached its apex and I bucked up with an intense orgasm while Jamie’s own shouts and squirms told me she had climaxed as well.

We both rode out the intense, pleasurable sensation, before she finally pulled off of me and lowered herself gently to lay on my spent form. She ran her fingers gently through the hair of my chest, sighing in pleasure. “Mmmmm, that was wonderful.”

“Are you kidding?” I said, still panting beneath her. “That was the most incredible experience I’ve ever had. God Jame, the things you can do… you were amazing.”

“You liked that, did you?” She kissed me on the cheek. “Well, there’s a lot more where that came from.” She started nibbling at my neck.

“Whoa, slow down there. I’m not sure I’m… uh… ready to resume strenuous activities yet.”

She pulled up from nibbling my ear with a devious grin on her face. “Is that right? Well, maybe there’s something I can do to help you… harden your resolve.” She rolled off of me to the edge of the bed, reached down to the floor, and brought up a foot-long bar of solid steel. It hardly took a psychic to see when this was going.

She climbed back up on top of me, sitting on my stomach. Her back arched, her breasts thrusting out so far I could barely see her face. She grabbed the bar with a hand at each end and held it out in front of her. “Do you honestly mean to tell me that there’s nothing I can do to get you back in the mood?”

Even as she spoke I saw the metal bar start to buckle in the middle as her incredibly powerful arms began to bend the hopelessly-outclassed metal in half. I knew she was strong, impossibly strong, but seeing her perform such a difficult feat of strength so effortlessly was still amazing to watch.

She held out the bar to show it to me, now folded neatly in half. “I mean, surely there’s something I can do to get you back up to mission-ready.” She took the folded metal bar and slipped it between her tits. Most of the bar disappeared into her massive cleavage, but she left the tip sticking out so I could see it. She put her arms on either side of her chest and started squeezing her tits together.

At first, I couldn’t tell what was happening, but then I noticed that her she was starting to flex her boobs. Slowly but surely, the gap between her tits caused by the folded bar started to close. Her chest expanded further and further, her tits getting closer and closer together until they were finally touching. She relaxed her flex, grabbed the end of the bar, and pulled it out of her cleavage. I could only stare in awe. Beside the small part that she left sticking out, the entire bar was crushed flat!

“Oh my God!” was, again, all I could manage. It was enough, that and the feeling of my fully erect cock slapping against Jamie’s back was all she needed to know that I was ready once more.

“There, that wasn’t so hard, was it?” She chuckled at her own joke. She reached back, and ran her hand along the length of my cock. “It is now. Let’s get going, we still have a long night ahead of us.”

I moaned in ecstasy. This was turning out to be the greatest day of my life.

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