Amazon/lois1
                                          Amazon and the Puppet, The
                  If there is one kind of woman I have always found irresistible,
                   it is the Amazon type--that is, women of physical, emotional 
                   and psychological strength far superior to that of most men.  
                 Most women I have known consider the term "Amazon" as demeaning, 
                  connoting a woman who is masculine in appearance and demeanor.  
                 To me, however, the "Amazon" is the ultimate in femininity--tall, 
                    very strong and muscular, beautiful in both face and body, 
               independent and forceful, and easily able to hold her own physically 
                                  and intellectually with any man.
                        I've known only one such female--a young girl my age with
                 whom I had a brief, summer affair when I was in high school.  Her
                  name was Lois, a cousin of a close friend whose parents were in
                  the military and who spent a summer visiting her aunt and uncle
                 in the small town where I lived with my grandparents.  My friend,
                  Ron, had arranged a blind date with me to help introduce her to
                 the town.  It was to have been a double date on a Saturday night,
                 only a day after her arrival, but, as it turned out, he called to
                  inform me that his girl friend was ill and that I was on my own
                  if I still wanted the date.  He went on to explain that she was
                     well over six feet tall and built to scale, big, solid and
                  shapely, and that, although she preferred shorter guys--I'm only
                  5'8"--she wanted me to know in advance in case I wanted to back
                   out.  My stomach started to churn at the prospect of dating a
                  girl that size, but I managed to keep my voice steady as I told
                                         him I'd be there.
                      However, even with that warning, when I arrived at the house
                   I was totally unprepared for the vision that greeted me at the
                    door.  Easily 6'2" or more and (as I learned later) a solid,
                  shapely 185 lbs. that showed even through her loose sweater and
                  knee length skirt, she literally loomed over me in the doorway! 
                  Like the rest of her, her lower legs were big and shapely, with
                    clearly defined, muscular calves.  Her hands were at least a
                    third again as big as my own, and her fingers long, powerful
                  looking and perfectly manicured.  I coudn't say she was beauti-
                  ful--at least I didn't think so at first.  Her features, framed
                 in long, wavy, blonde hair that tumbled in charming disarray over
                 incredibly broad shoulders, were regular, almost Nordic in quali-
                    ty, with a small, almost severe mouth and an oddly freckled
                  complexion--but she radiated such a breathtaking combination of
                 power and sensual femininity that my stomach started churning all
                                            over again.
                      I must have looked like an idiot standing there on the front
                   porch gaping up at her, but she smiled, stepped down onto the
                  porch, where I found I could barely see over her shoulder, took
                  my arm and immediately put me at ease by saying that, from what
                    Ron had told her about me, she had really looked forward to
                                            meeting me.
                       Since Ron's house was only a couple of blocks from the main
                 business district, we walked to the only theater in town to catch
                  an early movie--even sitting next to her in the theater I noted
                   that her eyes were several inches above my own--and then went
                    across the street to the high school recreation center.  It
                   wasn't crowded that night, but there were a few guys there to
                  whom I introduced Lois as Ron's cousin visiting for the summer. 
                  None of them showed much interest in pursuing a girl who was so
                   much bigger than they except a couple of the school jocks, and
                 when she made it clear that she had no interest in "macho" types,
                                           they moved on.
                        We bowled several games in the small bowling alley in the
                   basement, and, since I wasn't a particularly good bowler, she
                    beat me handily.  What really surprised me, however, was the
                    weight of the ball she used--the heaviest one there--and the
                  speed with which she sent it down the alley.  Pins flew all over
                  the place.  Afterward, we went upstairs to play some pool, and,
                  although I was an excellent pool shot in those days, I had to be
                          at my best to beat her three games out of five.
                         During the course of the evening she had been marvelous
                 company, cultured and obviously extremely intelligent, yet with a
                   mischievous sense of humor, which became very apparent when we
                    wandered into the almost deserted dance floor where the free
                 jukebox was playing slow dance music.  She looked down at me with
                   a twinkle in her eye and said, "I don't suppose you'd want to
                               dance with a taller girl, would you?"
                        I choked.  "Well, ah," I stammered, "I never have before,
                                and I might be a little awkward..."
                      "Don't worry about that," she laughed.  "Besides, it'll be a
                 new experience for you."  Taking my small hand in her much bigger
                  one, she drew me out onto the dance floor, slipped an arm around
                  my shoulder and pressed me against her.  I half expected her to
                    lead, but she waited for me, and as I put my arm around her
                    waist, followed me easily, with a lightness of step that was
                   amazing for a girl her size.  Suddenly, with my face buried in
                   her shoulder and the soft scent of her perfume filling my nos-
                  trils, I felt completely enveloped by her, almost a part of her,
                  oblivious to everything but the closeness of her.  Instinctively
                     my arm tightenend around her, feeling and marveling at the
                  solidity of her big, shapely body, and I felt her arm around my
                            shoulders press me even tighter against her.
                      For the rest of the evening it was as though I was in my own
                  world, conscious only of her, moving to the music, both fast and
                  slow, yet barely aware of what I was doing.  Only when the music
                   finally stopped and the closing of the center was announced by
                 one of the adults who chaperoned the place did I realize how long
                 we had been dancing.  We left by a side door to the street, where
                  she put an arm over and around my shoulders, hugging me close to
                 her.  I put my arm around her waist as we walked slowly the short
                 distance to her house and around to the back door, which she said
                                    had been left open for her.
                       As I turned to say goodnight, I felt her free arm encircle
                   my waist.  Before I could react, she pulled me tightly against
                  her, bending me backward, and her open mouth descended to firmly
                    capture mine.  Almost immediately pangs of desire flooded my
                  loins, and my penis snapped erect, hard and throbbing.  Instinc-
                   tively, I jerked my lower body away from her, but she slid her
                  hand down my back and pressed me hard against her, trapping the
                  bulge in my pants against the crack between her thighs under her
                  skirt and sending a brief thrill of ecstacy through my body.  At
                  that moment, I wanted her more than anything else.  I tightened
                 my arm around her waist and slipped the other up around her neck,
                  under her hair, and strained forward, trying to gain the initia-
                   tive, but her body was unyielding as our tongues continued to
                  intertwine.  I barely felt her one arm slip from behind my neck
                  and slide under my armpit and up my back to hold the back of my
                                               head.
                       Then she did something that stunned me.  Without releasing
                  my lips, she bent her knees and lowered her other hand to firmly
                   cup my buttocks and press me hard against her as she straight-
                  ened, lifting me bodily off the ground and pressing the bulge in
                 my pants up under her skirt into her panties covering her maiden-
                 head.  I gasped as another, brief thrill coursed through my body,
                  and her murmured sigh into my open mouth told me she was feeling
                 something, too.  Finally, she released my mouth but still held me
                    tightly against her, my feet dangling several inches off the
                  ground.  Her face was flushed with a desire that matched my own
                                as her eyes bored deeply into mine.
                             "My God, Lois!" I gasped.  "You're so strong!"
                       She pressed her cheek against mine and asked softly, "Does
                                         that bother you?"
                         "Everything about you bothers me!" I blurted in reply. 
                                         "Can't you tell?"
                       She gave a low laugh and hugged me tighter against her.  "I
                   feel the same about you, Tom," she whispered.  "I really want
                                               you."
                       "Oh, God!" I wailed, "I want you, too!  But we can't!  Not
                                        here!  Not tonight!"
                        "I know," she murmured.  "Tomorrow afternoon?  Some place
                   where we can be alone?  In the morning I'll be in Uncle Mike's
                  drug store learning how to help out, so..." she giggled, "I can
                                   come prepared, if you're not."
                          I flushed, knowing that if I'd tried to buy a pack of
                 condoms anywhere in that town, the word would be all over town by
                     nightfall. I told her I knew a secluded place in the woods
                   outside of town where we could go, and that I would try to get
                  the car and pick her up at two.  We kissed again, long and hard,
                    and then she slowly lowered me to the ground.  My legs were
                  wobbly, and I clung to her for a second. "You okay?" she asked,
                              looking down at me with sudden concern.
                       "Little shaky, that's all," I replied.  "But it's going to
                 be a long, painful walk home."  It was a joke, but I knew that my
                          crotch would shortly be aching from frustration.
                       She grinned and hugged me again.  "Sorry!  But I'll make it
                                       up to you tomorrow..."
                       Fortunately, my grandfather agreed to let me have the car,
                 and the next day I was there promptly at two.  As before, she met
                    me at the door, this time dressed in a loose windbreaker and
                   shorts and carrying a large blanket and cooler, which she said
                   contained some sandwiches and soft drinks, "in case,' she said
                  with a wink, "we find a place for a picnic."  What really struck
                  me, however, was her legs, now fully revealed below her shorts. 
                 Her thighs and calves were the biggest I had ever seen on a girl,
                 with a massive, clearly defined muscularity that actually rippled
                                          when she walked.
                       She nestled close to me in the car as we drove out of town
                 into the country, finally turning into a narrow dirt road leading
                   into the woods.  It ended in a small clearing with just enough
                  room to turn around, and we got out of the car.  She put her arm
                 around my shoulders and hugged me to her as she looked around and
                 said, "What a lovely place."  With my arm around her waist and my
                    head tucked against her shoulder, I looked up at the strong,
                  smooth curve of her chin and that marvelous, Nordic profile and
                   said softly, "I'd rather look at you."  She looked down at me,
                  suddenly serious, and murmured, "Then maybe it's time I gave you
                                          a better look."
                         She turned to face me, her eyes locking onto mine, and
                   opened her windbreaker, letting it slide off her shoulders to
                 fall on the grass behind her.  My jaw dropped, altough after what
                   she had done to me the night before I probably shouldn't have
                  been surprised.  She was wearing only a brief halter that barely
                   concealed her small, firm, breasts and revealed an upper torso
                     that was a veritable symphony of smooth, shapely, powerful
                  muscularity.  From her incredibly broad shoulders her deep chest
                  tapered in a wide "V" to a flat, narrow waist with striations of
                    rippling muscle barely visible under the smooth skin of her
                  stomach, and flared hips.  Her arms, solidly muscled with base-
                 ball size biceps, seemed almost half again as big as my own.  The
                   visual impact was devastating, a combination of physical power
                   and erotic femininity that left me weak kneed and shaky.  And
                    something else--vague curdlings in my lower stomach and the
                             telltale throbbing of a budding erection.
                            "My God, Lois!" I gasped, "you're unbelievable!"
                        "I guess," she replied soberly.  "I've always been bigger
                   and stronger than most guys.  I started working out with Dad's
                 weights when I was nine and got the bug."  She hesitated.  "Well,
                   what do you think?  This is when most guys run for the hills."
                      I came close to her, put a shaking hand lightly on her upper
                   arm and looked up at her.  "I think," I said slowly, "that you
                  are the most magnificently beautiful creature I've ever seen!  I
                   think any guy who'd run away from you ought to have his genes
                        checked.  And right now mine are working overtime!"
                      She pulled me to her and hugged me.  "I was hoping you'd say
                  that," she whispered.  "And, somehow, I thought you would."  She
                 retrieved her jacket and hung it over her back, tying the sleeves
                    around her neck, and then folded the blanket over one arm. 
                  Looking down at me, there was suddenly a mischievous look in her
                   eyes.  Before I realized what was happening, she stooped, slid
                  one arm under my armpits and around my chest and her other arm,
                   which held the blanket, behind my knees, and then she swept me
                    effortlessly up off my feet to hold me tightly against her,
                               cradled securely in her powerful arms.
                        I was too surprised even to struggle.  "Lois!" I gasped. 
                                "What are you doing?  Put me down!"
                       She grinned.  "I'm doing what I've wanted to do ever since
                   we met last night," she told me.  Suddenly serious, she asked,
                  "Do you really want me to put you down?  I thought you liked it
                 when I picked you up last night.

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  But if you really want me to, I
                                               will."
                         As the initial shock and embarrassment waned, waves of
                   desire again flooded my lower body, and my erection burst into
                  full bloom, hard and throbbing.  And I realized that the sensa-
                 tion of feeling so small and helpless in the arms of this magnif-
                  icent Amazon was what I had always wanted.  It was like a screw
                 had turned within me, changing me.  I looked up into her eyes and
                                         said simply, "No."
                        Her arm tightened about my chest, and she grinned down at
                  me.  "In that case," she murmured, "Point me in the right direc-
                        tion and let's go find that secret place of yours."
                        The trees were dense, and there was practically no under-
                 brush, so she had little difficulty carrying me through the woods
                    as I guided her to a huge grove of high, heavy bushes which
                    blocked our path.  I directed her around the grove to a spot
                  where the bushes thinned sufficiently that we could get through,
                   but she had to put me down so I could lead the way to a small
                     clearing in the middle of the grove.  "This is great!" she
                   exclaimed, and we unfolded the blanket and laid it out on the
                     ground.  She removed the windbreaker from around her neck,
                 produced a pack of Trojans from its pocket and, with a smile that
                            seemed suddenly shy, handed the pack to me.
                       "Tom, I--I hope you don't think I do this with every guy I
                            go out with," she said after a long moment.
                        I moved close to her, ran my hands lightly over her upper
                   arms, marveling at their size and solidity, and looked up into
                 her eyes.  "I could never believe that of you, Lois, " I replied.
                                "For me, you're a dream come true."
                        She grinned.  "Why?  Just because I'm bigger and stronger
                   than you and like to pick you up and carry you around?  That's
                                   all you really know about me."
                       I felt my face getting red again, but the time for pretense
                   was past.  "It's not just that," I said.  "You're bright, per-
                  sonable, funny, sexy--everything about you is...well, perfect!" 
                   "Besides," I added grinning up at her, "you're obviously very
                  strong for a girl, but you've yet to prove you're stronger than
                                                me!"
                        She pursed her lips, looking down at me with unconcealed
                   amusement.  "Gee," she said softly, "I thought I already had,
                    but, if you want me to, I'd love to prove it again..."  She
                   reached down to grasp both my wrists and raise my hands almost
                 level with my shoulders.  "Ready?" she asked, and, as I flexed to
                   resist her, slowly, almost casually, forced my hands behind my
                  back, crossed them, and then pressed me against her and held me
                 there while I struggled helplessly against the power of her arms.
                  Bending to lightly kiss the tip of my nose, she whispered, "You
                   see?  I can do anything I want to with you."  Then, seeing the
                  look of alarm on my face, she added, "Don't worry.  I won't hurt
                              you.  I just want to make love to you."
                       Desire was again flooding my loins as she bent me backward
                 to lay me gently on my back on the blanket and settled down on my
                   stomach, straddling me with her massive thighs and pressing my
                   hands firmly to the ground next to my head.  Then, forcing my
                 hands back beyond my head, she crossed my wrists and secured them
                  in the grip of a single hand, her long, powerful fingers almost
                   completely encircling both my small wrists.  Instinctively, I
                  tried to separate my hands, pulling with all my strength against
                    her grip, but her fingers were like steel, and after a brief
                  struggle I gave up and looked helplessly up to see her grinning
                                            down at me.
                                    "Trying to get away?" she asked.
                                    "Just trying to see if I could."
                            "You can't," she laughed.  "Not until I let you."
                      She slid her free hand under me and lifted my upper body off
                  the ground just far enough that she could slide my polo shirt up
                   my chest, over my shoulders and then up my outstretched arms,
                  where she released my wrists long enough to remove it completely
                    and then secured them again.  She rolled off me, wrapped her
                  massive thighs around mine just above my knees and then undid my
                    shorts and slid them and my undershorts down over my thighs,
                                  exposing my throbbing erection.
                        "Am--am I big enough?" I asked (I'm not particularly well
                                             endowed).
                          "You're big enough," she whispered hoarsely, her face
                   suddenly flushed.  Releasing me, she rose quickly to her feet
                 and, with almost feverish haste, undid her halter and removed her
                   shorts and panties, dropping them to one side.  Straddling my
                   prostrate body with her massive, shapely legs and looming high
                    above me like a magnificent, naked colossus, she bent down,
                  removed a Trojan from the pack next to me and slipped it over my
                  erect penis, and then rose again to her full height to look down
                 at me as I reached up to tentatively stroke her powerful calves. 
                  But, just as quickly, she settled back down next to me and again
                   secured my wrists and legs as she had before.  "No," she whis-
                  pered fiercely, "not yet.  I want you helpless while I play with
                 you first!"  Her open mouth crushed down on mine as her free hand
                   explored my body at will, stroking and massaging me intimately
                  and sending waves of mingled ecstasy and desire through me until
                               I thought I would orgasm on the spot.
                       "My God, Lois," I begged, "please!  I'm going to explode!"
                        In answer, I felt her hand firmly encase my penis and her
                   thumb press tightly down on its rubber covered tip, and to my
                  amazement, my desire subsided, but only momentarily as her open
                    mouth covered my face and chest with kisses.  Suddenly I was
                  aware of the powerful musk odor of her desire, filling my senses
                  and rekindling my own.  She released me and rolled on top of me
                  to wrap her mighty arms tightly around my neck, pressing my open
                  mouth into the hard nipple of her breast.  "Suck me!  Hard!" she
                   commanded, and I did, massaging her other breast with one hand
                   and her broad back with the other.  Her breath coming in gasps
                    and her great body shuddering, she moved backward to take me
                  inside her, wrap her legs around my thighs and lock me securely
                   in place.  And, even through the thin rubber of the condom, I
                  felt her vaginal muscles tighten around me and massage me as she
                   worked herself up and down on me, sending new waves of ecstasy
                 through my body and bringing me again almost the point of orgasm.
                  I tried to move with her, but I was pinned flat by the weight of
                  her body, and I barely heard her whisper, "No!  Lie still!  I'll
                                             do that!"
                               "Oh, God, Lois!" I gasped.  "I'm so close!"
                       "Don't you dare!" she whispered fiercely.  "I'm not there,
                    yet!  Think of something else, anything, until I tell you!"
                       I closed my eyes and struggled to distance my mind from the
                  desire and ecstasy of the moment.  It didn't help when she bent
                   forward to wrap one arm around my neck and the other around my
                 chest and press me head hard against her, but somehow I held off.
                 Then I felt her shudder and moan as she reached her first plateau
                   of pleasure, and then a second, and then a third.  "Now!" she
                  hissed, and a moment later, as I drove all thoughts from my mind
                    and surrendered myself completely to her embrace, I felt her
                 vaginal muscles erupt around me.  Her body stiffened and her arms
                   tightened around me like a vice, and the moan that escaped her
                                 lips ended in a whine of ecstasy.
                       I closed my eyes, straining to meet her climax.  In my mind
                  she was a giantess, more than twice my size, and I was cradled--
                   no, completely enveloped--in her massive arms, cuddled tightly
                    against her, feeling as tiny and helpless as a baby.  I was
                   looking up at her face, nearly twice as large as life, and her
                  open mouth, seemingly big enough to devour me whole, descending
                                         to capture mine...
                        She relaxed, and I realized that her climax was over, and
                 that I had missed it.  "Lois, please...don't stop!" I whispered. 
                  She looked down at me, and her arms tightened about me once more
                  as she continued to work me.  In my mind they were the arms of a
                  giantess, and as her open mouth crushed down on mine, a surge of
                   pure ecstasy enveloped my entire body, exploding within me and
                  carrying me beyond sensation, to heights of pure rapture beyond
                  anything I had ever known, only to subside, leaving me limp and
                   exhausted beneath her, our bodies slippery with the sweat from
                                           our exertions.
                       Her arms were still around me, more gently now, as she slid
                    to one side, keeping one leg over my crotch and thighs.  She
                  looked down at me fondly, bent her head to kiss me lightly, and
                                 murmured softly, "You were late."
                       I grinned wanly.  "I know.  Counted a few sheep too many, I
                                      guess, waiting for you."
                       She gave a low laugh.  "We're going to have to work on our
                                         timing," she said.
                                 "Was it--was it good for you?" I asked.
                        She hugged me close.  "It was wonderful...the best!" she
                  whispered.  "And I know it can get even better.  You're the only
                   guy--and, honest, there haven't been that many--but you're the
                   first who didn't try to fight me for control."  She hesitated,
                  looking at me intently.  "I have to be in control, Tom.  That's
                  the only way I can really enjoy making love.  I don't know why,
                     that's just the way I am.  For me, the ultimate turn on is
                 knowing a guy is completely surrendering himself to me--and loves
                 it!  The way you just did.  At least I hope you loved it--as much
                                             as I did."
                      My arms tightened around her.  "I hate to admit this, Lois,"
                   I whispered, "but I think you just ruined me for girls my own
                                               size!"
                        Her open mouth came crushing down on mine, and I felt her
                  hand move from my back to my chest and gently trace a line down
                  my body to slide under her leg and between my thighs and firmly
                  encompass my crotch.  "I'm glad," she murmured through my parted
                  lips, "because, my little one, for the rest of this summer, you
                                           belong to me!"
                      I could write another, complete story describing the rest of 
                 that day.  Suffice it to say that when we finally left the grove, 
                  I was totally spent.  As we emerged from the bushes, I stopped, 
                 looking up at her with an unspoken question, and she laughed and 
                   reached down to sweep me up in her powerful arms and carry me 
                  easily to the car.  We saw each other often after that, several 
                 times a week, and spent many Sundays in that secluded grove.  As 
                she became better known in the town, we, of course, became an item 
                  of gossip ("But she's so much bigger than he is, and so strong 
                looking!"), but by that time I didn't care, for she had become my '
                 universe, and each day I lived only for the next that I could be 
                 with her.  When the summer finally ended and she had to leave to 
                join her parents overseas, I was destitute.  We promised to write, 
                 and we did for a while, passionate letters filled with plans, but 
                I think we both knew that we would never see each other again, and 
                we never did.  And I knew that I would never find her like again.  
                                          And I never did.
                         A year later I left to work my way through college and
                   graduate school--you could do that in those days without going
                 into debt.  By my late twenties, I had a terrific job and had met
                   and married a marvelous woman who, though far from my physical
                  ideal, could not have been a more wonderful wife and mother.  I
                   lost her to cancer several years ago.  I don't think she ever
                  suspected my secret desires--she could never have understood how
                 a man could want to play the passive, "feminine" role in a sexual
                 relationship--and, although we were devoted to each other and she
                   seemed content, there was always something more that I felt I
               should have given her, to have made our life together more exciting, 
                  but couldn't.  I suspect that's partly why I've never remarried.
                       My children are educated and grown, now, and on their own,
                 and I'm enjoying a very comfortable early retirement.  I've been 
                  very fortunate to have had a rich, full life in many ways, and, 
                  though I've often wondered what life would have been like had I 
                  married Lois or a woman like her, I've no regrets.  And I have 
                   something many men do not: the memories of a wonderful summer 
                                    with the girl of my dreams!
                        What would happen in the unlikely event I were to find a
                 woman like Lois today?  Well, if I've learned anything, it's that
                  one cannot build a relationship on sexual attraction alone, and
                  that's all Lois and I really had.  And, let's face it: at my age
                     certain basic urges do become somewhat more controllable!
                                    At least I think they would be...
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