Joy and Cleo - Account part 4

Remember I reported, that Looking Snake had NO Earth incarnations at all, except for the present one? And he exhibits this in his behaviors, likes and dislikes.

Of the four of us, he fears and despises big dogs the most, and finds the American and Canadian habit of raising those hideous beasts and sometimes, letting them run free to wreak havoc, absolutely appalling. And although his and his woman's relatively small sizes and life-style has made it difficult to put into practice what they believe, he, as well as Spring Forest, are energetic supporters of anything human-powered in the way of transportation, and the use of "The Three Noble Forces Of Nature". In fact, he and Spring Forest actively seek out stairs of any multistory building they might be in. They avoid elevators and escalators as if they were poison. Stairs are difficult to find sometimes, and that irritates them. They both hate petroleum and the over use of it in transportation and electrical production.

And... He is the absolute freest of us, other than Joy, with going scantily dressed, and sexual indulgence. Nothing sexual shocks him, and he enjoys all forms of it. What does shock him, is the tendency of Americans to raise such an uncalled-for fuss over adult book stores, BBSs, and adult clubs. Louder than I, he calls for "Get the beasts off the streets and out of the neighborhoods and country, THEN discuss sexual matters"... Actually, I amend that... That is what I say. His feeling is, the sexual stuff needs no discussion at all!!! Just leave it alone! If you don't like it, don't buy/go/attend or whatever.

Looking Snake and Spring Forest are both members of the Libertarian Party, which, if they ever were in power, would be the lightest, most efficient government the United States would ever have had. We all believe, that the Libertarian Party is the closest this planet has to the typical government of Shasheerian nations.

Now I tend to be the most conservative or reserved of the four of us. And did you get a load of my past-life-profile? All those Earth incarnations! No wonder I have picked up a little of the Earth-type, particularly, AMERICAN-type prudishness! The first twenty years of my present life was with fairly conservative Christian Parents, especially when my "biological" Mother was alive.

Well, the company I'm with now, is sure straightening me out, that's for sure!

Well, so, there we are, on that farm. Spring Forest and Looking Snake had not that much to do. We (Joy and I) "put them to work" only occasionally, and lightly. Frankly, Looking Snake was so small and delicate, he could not do some of the muscle-work that Joy and I do. Spring Forest could do some. One thing we found out she could do, is pedal a generator-set we had set up. If solar energy falls short, and we have to conserve, Spring Forest's powerful ballet-honed legs made a dandy generator, good for 200 watts continuous. This could energize several lights, and even, a small television. The recumbent-seated, pedal-generator was/is outside, where, in all seasons except summer, it is cool to cold. We had her pedal mostly at night, when it really was cool. This is necessary, because the user is pedaling away, fairly energetically, but standing still. So the temperature really has to be chilly to make it practical. Also, it was a dandy reason for Spring Forest to strip completely naked! (Pant, pant; huba, huba!)

For example, after a mostly cloudy day, I wanted to repair a plow-set. It broke during plowing, in preparation for planting. I wanted to continue the next day. So I fixed it at night. But solar was in short supply, and we had no electric service from the company. Joy turned the generator at first, but she begged Spring Forest to do it. Joy could help me, plus she had other miscellaneous tasks to do. By the way, Looking Snake enjoyed watching Joy, or Spring Forest, on the pedal-generator. But then he came to watch me. I was in a g-string and lifting heavy stuff and so on, and he seemed fascinated. I didn't mind!

So while Joy used some lights, and I used lights, power tools and listened to a radio, our electrical power was coming from Spring Forest.
By the way, Joy can produce 350 watts continuously, while Spring Forest is capable of 200. But her 200 was sufficient for our needs. I myself can produce 200 watts continuous. So, even though Spring Forest is smaller than me, she can produce as much as I. Little Looking Snake can produce only 120 watts, but for a "longer continuous" than the rest of us. Once, in a winter that followed the events discussed here, we were short on electricity but wished to watch a television show, "Encounters Of A Third Kind". Three of us sat in the living room watching a smallish color television that used about eighty watts. There was also a fifteen-watt, small florescent lamp on lighting the way to the kitchen. A tiny color television with headphones was at the generator, where it was twenty degrees (Fahrenheit). The feature was two hours. We were going to take turns. I went first, wearing a g-string and half-length tank-top. Then Spring Forest took her turn, wearing at first, only a long sweater, but nothing below. Wow! Later, she stripped even that, leaving her nude. Spring Forest and I easily handled the load of about 130 watts total. It was then Looking Snake's turn. We were each going to do half an hour. Joy would be next. But, Looking Snake wished to continue for the entire hour, sparing, in his words, "hard-working Joy". So Looking Snake cranked away, at 130 watts, in a mesh-back bikini and quarter-length tank-top, in twenty degrees, for the entire hour.

Well, anyway... Where was I... Oh yes. So Spring Forest and Looking Snake had not that much to do most of the time. Looking Snake took turns watching Joy, then watched me. He chatted with us some, but at other times, just looked. He was admiring our physiques, which was okay by both of us. We are vain, I'll admit it. Shasheerians invented vanity!

Having already experienced Joy in sex, Looking Snake seemed to be a little more interested in me, despite the fact that gorgeous Joy was naked except for her brief tank-top. He watched me do my various tasks, consisting of repairing this and repairing that. I was dressed, as always, in a g-string, and I could almost feel his eyes on my legs, butt and arms. Of course, his admiring stares swelled my head to no end! It's a wonder it didn't burst! I made sure to flex my muscles just so, for greatest effect. (Gees, after writing and then reading over this... Man! That is vain! It's one personality defect the four of us all do have!)

Indeed, and at the same time, Looking Snake was seeing to it, he was attention-getting too. Like me, he dressed only in a g-string.
[A g-string is just that, strings. It only has a brief "pouch" to hold "the boys". Other than that, it's all strings. The entire butt, sides; well, everything, is naked. And, g-strings are COMFORTABLE! That's an important bottom line right there. And they greatly reduce laundry loads, which in turn, saves energy.]

Typical Shasheerian Couple Looking Snake looks very much like the man in this picture. By the way, this couple depicts the dominant woman, both in size and social status, typical of what we picked up from Shasheerian society. Click on picture for a larger, clearer version.

Now, my only excuse, is that, Looking Snake is somewhat... well, to you all, he might be considered effeminant. He has beautiful cocoa-brown skin, and jet black hair. His skin is smooth and hair-free. He has a willowy, supple and very fit body, with small but clearly visible muscles.

Remember, he is a trained ballet dancer. His tiny waist allows him to move like liquid silver. He is trained in ballet, an art form which is considered... shall we say, "cultured". But he can, at anytime he wants, use his dancing moves for something decidedly sexy.

And he was doing it, in front of me, that day, more than usual. It was sunny and warm, and he was belting it out to me. I have to admit, I quite frankly, began to "harden up"; yeah, sort of like, experienced an erection.

He even stepped up and began feeling me up. I let him do it, but "Gay! Gay! Gay!..." kept going off in my head like a warning buzzer. He developed an erection too. I wished one of the gals would come out and take care of him! Where are they when I need them!? I think Joy was out in the fields on the tractor doing some kind of something, and Spring Forest was in the house working out with weights and practicing ballet.

Oh! That's it! I spoke up, asking him, "Spring Forest is practicing dance. Don't you need to join her? Since you are part of the... act?"
"She'll call me when she's ready..." he purred, obviously effected by sex drive. He added, "Ooo, you got a nice bod!"

He felt over my pounding erection and breathily commented, "Joy must get a lot of pleasure from this!"
I nervously replied, "I hope so, but she wears it down a lot!"

Looking Snake was clinging to me at that point. His hands were all over me, especially my crotch, butt, upper thighs and tummy... and my dick.

OH! Blessed rescue! Spring Forest did come out... finally! And she was buck-naked! Wow! However, I kind of thought she might be upset. But...

"Interested in Alex, huh?" Spring Forest cheerfully commented, then added, "You gonna sex in his crotch, or do ya wanna sex me?"

With his voice quivering from libido, he replied, "Don't ya want me to practice with you?"
"Yeah, but we gotta do it out here. The ceiling is too low for all the swinging around, lifting and stuff I gotta do. It's best if you could break away, but, if you gotta gush, maybe you'd better."
"No, no..." Looking Snake offered, "I always wanna nap after gushing. Let's practice". He added, speaking of his erection, "It'll go down".

"What about you, Alex?" Spring Forest asked me, just as matter-a-fact and normal as can be, "Your meat's pretty far out there. Are ya okay? You wanna gush? You can gush in me, or use his crotch."

WOW! The pretty Spring Forest was hard to resist. Such an offer! I replied, "If I gushed in you, wouldn't that make you want to nap?"
"Nah!" she replied, "That doesn't happen to us gals. It kinda just makes us want more. It does me, anyway."
I replied, using a great amount of will-power, "No, I'll be okay. It'll go down. If I do you, maybe Looking Snake will want to sex. You all practice ballet."
"All righty! Joy should be back soon, it's about noon. You can sex her", Spring Forest said. She added, "However, we gonna be practicing out here. My body and his, going through our paces. That might be a sight not too conducive to, well, settling your boy there."
Again, WOW!
I replied, "I'll just... look away."
"That might not work", Spring Forest advised, "Well, you've been warned!" she added, joking, and with a kind of mischievous smile.

I thought she was going to don leotards, tutu and other ballet stuff, but no, she just practiced nude, with Looking Snake in his g-string. OH! Wow! Lord-a-mercy! And, gee-willikers!

I had an erection that was out and out painful. Thank goodness, I heard the welcome sound of a tractor engine and Joy coming back for lunch.
As she parked, I approached. Being horny always anyway, one look at me with that pounding erection, and Joy had me for lunch! Boy! That felt good! And what a relief!
Well, anyway, where was I...

Oh yes, that business with Looking Snake. Well uh, well uh... um... Do I have to tell the rest of it!?

Looks like yes, after getting up to ask Joy. Good grief! I reminded her that this account is on a site where the type of readers that visit are looking for amazon with smaller men type of stories... and maybe amazon with amazon. She agreed that I keep it brief.

Well, the next day, I was doing fencing repairs. There was a certain field of 40 acres currently going unused. Joy found out she could rent it to a cattle farmer for a handsome income. Before the cattle could be brought in, the fencing had to be repaired. So I was out there, dressed in g-string of course, digging post holes, setting new posts and restringing the existing barbed wire...
Then Looking Snake had to join me. Dam! I don't know how he found me, I was way back there, you know, way in back, in the woods. I guess Spring Forest told him. So there he came, hiking, and he was dressed in a snow-white g-string...
I can keep this brief, right?

Anyway, he began looking me up and down, which then progressed to feeling me up, similar to the day before. But this time, way out in the back woods, there was no one to "save" me. Well... as I have described before, Looking Snake is willowy, has that beautiful cocoa-brown skin, knows how to move... Okay; I sort of ended up sexing in his crotch. He made me! He kept backing his beautiful shapely butt, which is just as smooth, shapely and nice as any well built lady's butt, and trying to get my dick between his legs. I finally ended up embracing his nimble body from behind, and did indeed, drive my meat home into his crotch, from the rear. I have to admit, it felt good and relieved my pounding horniness. Most of my "cum" fell to the ground, but a bit got on his crotch and inner thighs. He didn't mind.

Then, Looking Snake wanted to drill my crotch. First, he wanted to go in my anus but like, no way! He was insistent and aggressive though. Thank goodness I'm a lot bigger than him, so I and my muscles had the final say. He finally relieved himself of his libido in my crotch. Golly, he almost blistered the skin of my crotch and inner thighs. I was surprised how far his cum spurted. His cum also pretty much drenched my crotch with excess running down my inner thighs. Sheesh! I used wads of grass to wipe it off.

And thank goodness this account is done. Two hundred pounds of Joy's muscles are standing over me making sure I write this.

There were other encounters with Looking Snake, but I avoided them when possible. Looking Snake keeps begging me to let him in my ass. No freakin' way!

And Joy, that horny pervert, and her equally perverted little friend, Spring Forest, likes to see Looking Snake and I get it on.

With a lot of insistence and almost like, stalking me with Looking Snake with them, they finally cornered me while I was making repairs to a fixture in a barn. Joy and Spring Forest hooted and whistled like drunken frat girls while Looking Snake practically forced me to do it. I could have over-powered Looking Snake, but Joy's muscles and Spring Forest's smaller muscles saw to it, I did their bidding.

Okay, okay. Enough of that!

Man! I love making Alex do things he doesn't like! It makes me horny! I think he and Looking Snake are sexy together. And I really did stand over Alex, while he was at the computer, and saw to he wrote it up. He'd get up to protest sometimes but I pushed him back in his chair and ordered him to write! My cunt was throbbing, burning and getting wet the whole time. After he finished, I threw Alex on the floor and masturbated on him using his skinny little hip. Gol-dang! That feels good!

And I enjoyed that show Alex wrote about above, and I plan on making him do another! Looking Snake is always ready. He doesn't have Alex's hang ups.

If Alex wants to go back to Shasheer, which of course is not at all possible... unless a UFO gives us a lift... Then he has to get over his prudishness. From what I saw, while under my sweet Spring Forest's spell; her hypnosis that is, this kind of sexual fun goes on all the time on Shasheer. Oh man! I'd eat that kind of stuff up!

Well, anywho... So I'm a Shasheerian, eh? Boy! Does that ever explain a lot! For those of you who don't believe in life on other systems, or reincarnation, all I can advise is, get on the winnin' team! Drop your government-inspired, religion-backed belief in the ridiculous lie, that Earth is the only planet in the entire Universe with life and humans, and this nutty concept of living one time. Sheesh!

Really, I wish we could go back to Shasheer. I don't want to go through this ascension thing! That's Earth's and Earthlings' business, not mine... or ours. I don't want any part of it! Whole continents sinking beneath the sea, Ricter-scale-50 earth-quakes, 900-feet tidal waves, three days of darkness, gees! That's what the prophecies are saying! Like, get me outa here!

I wonder if I could stand in that field in Roswell with my thumb stuck out and hope for a passing UFO... I'll show my legs and stuff, and wiggle my booty. I wonder if that works on them aliens... Oh well.

I tried to get Spring Forest to find out, what kind of insanity possessed us all when we agreed to incarnate on Earth. She can't seem to find out much, that's a "between life" type of thing. All she can come up with is, stuff like, we need the additional experiences and lessons, and something to the effect that, we are supposed to help out with the ascension. Help out? How!? For Pete's sake!

Oh well, whatever. Maybe it'll become evident to us as time goes by. By the way, according to prophecies and, especially what some guy named Gordon Michael Scallion says, our Missouri location is a "safe zone". There won't be huge earth quakes and no floods. And this area is not going under the sea. I hope not! I'm scared o' sharks!

Well... Shit! There came the time my Spring Forest and Looking Snake had to move again. They had been with us just about a year. They had to commute a long ways for their ballet shows. But at least, they were able to stay that long. The only crappy thing is, when they do leave, after so long with my sweet Spring Forest, it is much, much harder!

I was actually on my knees, in front of Spring Forest, sobbing into her loving... front, about at her tummy. I got her pretty, Chinese looking blouse wet. I begged and begged her not to leave. Give up dancing and live with me on my farm. She knelt and cried with me too. She had to go, the dance company was ordering it. Their shows had already been on around Missouri and northern Arkansas an unusually long time.

Spring Forest did make the following promises and arrangements, though...
Spring Forest plans to retire in a few more years, to none other than my farm. And... she sort of like, "ordered" me to oversee the building of a small but nice house, on my property, a couple thousand feet down the road. Spring Forest paid, the full amount, no loans, for the house. It is not as expensive as one might think. For one, we're in Missouri, a region of reasonable prices. And, we already have the land. We did run in to a legal snaffoo; that is, the house had to be on her land. Like, NO PROBLEM! I parceled off and gave twenty acres to my dear Spring Forest. With twenty acres of her own, fair and square and legal, Spring Forest could now have her house built.

After it's built, I was to watch over it, keep it clean, and keep the one-hundred feet by seventy-feet area around it, designated as "the lawn", mowed. In other words, out of the 20 acres, only 100 by 70 feet of it was to be used as "yard". Spring Forest told me to use the rest of the land as I wanted. I was not using it for anything at the time. It was dense woods. I decided to leave it that way. Spring Forest's house was set five hundred feet from the highway. That made her house end up surrounded by wilderness, and very, very private and secluded.

After Spring Forest decided on a neat, small model for her house with the construction firm, she left. Soon after that, the construction started. Well, all that was fine... but I sure wasn't...

I had fits of crying that I just could not control. My chest ached, literally ached, for Spring Forest. Only hugging her could cure that ache. If not, the ache welled up in tears. Of course Alex did everything he could to comfort me, and man, he was a big help! If not, I very well could have killed myself with tranquilizers. I did take some... under Alex's watchful eye. I had to do something to calm down.

The worst of it passed in a few days, but the fits of bawling would come from time to time.
So many things remind me of Spring Forest! Gees! Each time I encounter one, there goes my chest again, with that hurt. Worst was her lot and house. And I had to oversee it!

The first part of the house to be built of course, was the foundation and "shell", of concrete blocks from which it is to be constructed.

Through my teary eyes, I may have not noticed many details of the construction workers. As a house is built, different contractors are called in. At the moment was the concrete company. They poured the foundation in a day. I missed the process, but all was well. Then the concrete block laying began.

Well, you know the sight; sakrete-dust-covered clothes and skin, hard hats in case someone drops a concrete block on your noggin, especially when the walls are getting over one's height, and very often, husky builds, or at least, very fit builds of the workers. Heaving cement blocks all day, then delicately placing them and mortaring them in, takes muscle and finesse.

Well, one day I had strolled the 2000 feet down the road and then down the driveway to check on things. The walls were averaging five feet high; coming along. As before, there were only two workers. I thought they should have more. Then they could finish faster. But, whatever. I only watched, usually, from a distance. They had started three days ago. I missed coming to check two days. This was the forth day of concrete block laying.

The two workers were going at it. A big, heavily built one would, from time to time, heave up a wheel-barrow full of blocks and wheel it in. The slender one continued working away, laying the blocks. They both wore sleeveless shirts despite being about 45 to 55 degrees. The slender one had hard looking muscles that were not that big. Sort of like Alex. The heavy one had more rounded, but heavy, powerful looking muscles. They flexed huge. The heavy one also wore short-short cut-offs, showing a lot of huge muscular leg. The muscles rippled with each step. The legs were a bit large for a man. Anyway, "A typical big-ape" I thought to myself. I would not like a man-friend like that.

But I had not noticed, or absorbed, all there was to notice about that particular heavily built construction worker...
The first day they were laying blocks, I left before I began full-out bawling. This day I was a little better. Alex had sat with me a long time, hugged me and all, and just generally, made me feel better.

As I strolled about, keeping my distance, a certain wild-flower that Spring Forest liked, and some black-berry bushes were there; and Spring Forest likes black-berries. She saw to it, these wild bushes were not cleared. Well, there went my chest again, and Alex wasn't there to hug it away. I knelt into the grass, next to that flower, and cried.

I don't know how long my water-works were a-going, but then, I felt a hand on my shoulder and a gentle voice, dulcet, full, kind of low in register but... feminine... say, "What's the matter, sweety?"
I came out of it, and began to turn to look. The voice continued, in a gentle but joking manner, "Are we doing that bad of a job?"

From my position on the ground, in the grass, I looked up at the towering, huge construction worker, the heavy one. She was a Lady!

Indeed! And a HUGE one! My gosh! Though dusted with sakrete, I could see her skin was a very dark brown, a lovely color, and she had coal black hair which was pulled back in a shower-cap looking thing under her hard-hat.

I replied that I was missing my friend Spring Forest.
This huge... woman... knelt down beside me and put her huge arm around my shoulder, and like, sort of held me. It felt warm; I was a bit chilly. Not just from the temperature; my heart was chilly, as it ached over Spring Forest.

With her other arm, the huge woman removed her hard-hat and shower-cap. I noted that arm had a huge biceps that was just kinda like, hanging there, relaxed. She wasn't flexing it or anything, she was just reaching up to remove her hat. But it was so huge, it just hung there, obvious and imposing. It looked heavy. If she did flex it, like, in a 'muscle-pose', it would be gigantic.
Anyway, she removed her hat and shower-cap and, something like jaw-length, thick-bodied smooth straight, absolutely jet-black hair tumbled out, and just, sort of automatically, settled in a neat manner.

Much to my jealous chagrin, this bitch... uh, er, gal... had muscles! Really, really big muscles! And I could feel the immense strength in the arm that gently held me.
DAM!!!
I thought I was the biggest amazon around! But she clearly surpassed me... shit dammit to hell! I sure as hell couldn't let Alex see this!

"You're so very, very lovely!" the big woman cooed to me. She continued, "And, so wonderfully big and strong! Wow!" She shook me, as in feeling out my weight and "solidarity", then commented, "Wow! A good hunk of woman! MMmmm! And such a cute face!"

She kind of felt me over. Her big brown hand went for my micro-skirt, then between my legs and approached my cunt. I drew my legs together. That's for Alex, man!

"Aw, so shy" she cooed.
She gave up going for my cunt then felt over my abs in my tummy... then around my breasts. I tried to recoil from that too. I've never been in a situation like this before. I really would have been letting her know whose boss if it wasn't for the fact she was... a woman. I put up with her for a while. It was becoming obvious to me, that she... likes ladies. She felt my shoulders, ran her fingers through my hair, and finally, laid a kiss on me, on the top of my head. "Mmmm! Soft blond hair, pretty face... So cute!" she purred.

HM!!! Cute! I wasn't so sure I like being described that way. I always thought of myself as... as big, strong, sexy, naughty... but never cute! Although Alex did comment on my "cute round face" a number of times. That's okay... when he says it. And he's saying it only of my face. And... my face is kind of roundish and cutsie...

Well anyway, having had about enough of her, I stood up. That only invited another round of feeling up and comments...

"Wow! So tall! And well built!" the woman commented, seemingly genuinely impressed. "Look at that... Muscular legs... Man! Huge legs! Nice firm, sexy arms! Golden-tan skin! Wow! Missy, I don't know if you are aware of it, but you're a beauty! One gorgeous hunk of lady!"

The big woman succumbed to her passion and drew me into her bosom for one of the heaviest, hottest hugs I have ever gotten! It felt... kinda nice... I have to admit.

But she really lost it for a bit. She felt over my butt, squeezed it, put her hand in my crotch from behind and poked her fingers into my cunt-lips. She lifted me off the ground and rocked me around a bit. Kiss after kiss after kiss bombarded my face and head. Then she kind of... well, did what I do to Alex... She turned me to my side, spread her huge muscular legs and humped my hips a bit.

What really bothered me is that I was indeed, truly helpless! SHIT! I HATE that! She stood way over me; maybe six-feet and ten inches tall, and heavily built to match! She could have weighed 280 pounds! She was not just a little stronger than me, she was way stronger than me! Her grip, her hugs, though gentle, were firm and I could feel she was using, like, five-percent-power, or something like that. If she went to one-hundred percent, she could throw me and Alex both into orbit! Shit dammed muscle bitch! OOOOH!!!

She released me only to grab at her tight-fitting, short-short-pants and pull them down. She had to struggle to get those pants past her bulging leg muscles. Now she was naked below, she had no undies. She had commented on my legs above, but her legs made mine look like a child's. Her legs were huge, brown and writhed with muscles. Her white tank top contrasted dramatically with the rest of her otherwise bare, brown body.

The other block-layer was watching this from the house. He stayed put. Perhaps he feared the big lady if she saw him too close. I didn't care. Between my sadness and now, this sudden sexual advance upon me from this female gargantuan, I just didn't care.

Now pantless, she humped me again, this time with thick black pubic bush and a hot, slicked up, gigantic genital directly on my hip. She slicked up my hip to where excess cunt-juice was rolling or dripping down. It was almost like she was sexually assaulting me! DAM!

I began to push away at her, and squirm to get away. But her huge muscles had a vice-hold on me. She realized finally, that I might be uncomfortable about this, and, like a lady, quit her advances. Huffing and panting from passion, she pulled me off her and said in a shaky voice, "I'm sorry, ya little blondie, I'm sorry!"

I started crying again; because maybe, a combination of missing my Spring Forest and, like, being bullied the first time in my life. Anyway, upon seeing that, the big lady pulled me into her bosom again, gently this time, and simply wrapped her big arms around me and held me gently, profusely expressing "I'm sorry", multiple times. She held my head on her big bosom and shoulder, turned so that I faced her hair... which hid my tear streaked face. Despite everything, I was kind of enjoying being held... It was a new experience for me. I have been so big all my life, bigger than any woman, and rejecting men bigger than me, that now, for the first time, here was a big, obviously loving, non-male someone bigger than me that I felt... sort of, in a way, comfortable with... Despite my comment of feeling, a little bit, like I was under a sexual assault.

I think my biggest problem was a raging jealousy. I never ever expected to see a woman so much bigger and stronger than me. I've seen a couple women just about as big as me, but none bigger.

And she was so absolutely gorgeous. Dam! Beautiful dark brown skin, absolutely black-as-midnight hair, sultry thick lips, porcelain-smooth face, big almond-oriental brown eyes, her hair seemed to not need styling or combing; it just fell out neat... GOSH! Dam SHIT! Now that's something for a vain, looks-oriented gal like me to get jealous about! Shit, man! Like, she radiated sexy! Dam!

With great effort, I swallowed my jealousy and enjoyed her embrace. It was kind of like a big Mom; my actual Mom is a bit smaller than me when I grew up.
Finally, I told her that, I was not crying about the way she advanced on me, which was not quite true, but whatever. I briefly told her I was missing my sweet lady-friend really bad. Obviously tending towards being a lesbian, the big gal understood, and continued to hold me gently. After a while, my crying having simmered to sniffles, I continued to just let her hold me. I have to admit, despite my jealousy over her looks, size and strength, I enjoyed being held. With low registered, soft sweet voice, she finally asked, "What's your name, sweety?"
"Joy" I simply replied, my reply muffled from being on her shoulder and my face in her thick black hair.

"How absolutely appropriate! Joy!" she commented.
I felt her squeeze on me tighten a bit.

"My name is Cleo. I'm gonna break for lunch now, so... can we like... can I stroll with you to... where ever you came from?"
As she asked, she slowly released me from her bosom.

"Uh" I hesitantly said.
I did NOT want my Alex to cast his eyes on this! He likes muscle women, plain and simple. All his life, the biggest and most muscular woman he has ever known has been me. What would he do when he saw this? My gosh, man!

"Please?" she begged, "I won't bully you again! I promise. It's just that, you're so sexy... so gorgeous and, and... big! Like, the biggest lady I've ever seen... other than freaky me of course, and so the most likely to bear up to my... lovin'... It can get kinda heavy..."
"Yeah, that's for sure" I agreed, smiling finally.
"Okay" I agreed, "We'll walk a bit."
"OH! GREAT!" she exclaimed and drew me in for a crushing hug.

Suddenly, she turned towards the house. I got a demonstration of how powerful her presence can be...
"HEY!!!" she boomed.
Her powerful voice echoed amongst the trees of the surrounding forest.

Man, that guy, that other worker, jumped to, from his boss's yell!

"Break for lunch!" Cleo ordered powerfully, "I going on a walk with this lady here!"
"Yes Ma'am!" he obediently replied.

Perhaps he thought he was going to get a chewing out for staring at his boss without her pants. But it was not that. She did not seem to mind. It appeared to be, merely, her way of keeping him obedient!
The poor guy, reminded me of Alex a bit, perhaps an Alex that never had the chance to meet me... Wow, that right there kind of surged across my chest a second or two. He looked me over, forlorn and longing, at what he must have felt would be a nice lady for himself to get to know... but the poor guy knew he hadn't a chance. That could easily had been Alex, had he not happened by that day so long ago. I almost started crying again from that.

The big lady, Cleo, basically let me lead. I hiked down a trail behind the house under construction. I was not going to take Cleo to our house. No way, not... yet.

And super duper not while Cleo was pantless! No gotdang way! That gorgeous amazon body decorated only in a tank-top? Dusty and rough looking? Her huge muscles? My Alex would melt at the sight of that.

I even suggested to Cleo, "Aren't you... going to put back on your pants?"
"Nah!" Cleo replied. "Nobody here. My boy there, no problem. And I'm sure you don't mind! And it's comfortable. Ahhh! I love the cool, dry ventilation. I think I'll just finish out the day like this."

Well, I did mind... sort of... In this case only. Cleo was actually doing what I would probably do; strip, whenever possible!
This all makes Cleo a lady after my own heart. She thinks like me! Her personality is certainly compatible with mine. Actually, this Cleo would make a not bad friend! If only she wasn't so big, strong and super-gorgeous! Why, she might even be one of "The Kin". So far, she shows signs of being so. Dear sweet cute Spring Forest could hypnotize her and find out, maybe. Oh well, that's not gonna happen now.

Cleo continued, "I like your tiny skirt! I think I'll start wearing those. It's just that, I'm so tall, that my stuff under there, you know, my equipment, would be high enough for some, especially small children, to see it. And this society is so gosh dam paranoid about children here lately."...
Ah-ha! Another "The Kin"-sounding statement. This Cleo could be a part of "The Kin" indeed!

Cleo continued, "A skirt like yours, and no undies... Wow! That's great, Joy! That-a girl! Healthy too! The cunt and stuff around there needs to be kept cool, dry and well ventilated. I'll just have to wear slightly longer skirts, that's all."

I asked, "What do you normally wear now? When... not on the job?"
"Jeans" Cleo replied, "Like those I just stripped; cut-off short-shorts. I have to, I can't find jeans that will fit around my thighs without also having too big a waist. So I find jeans with the biggest size I can without the droopy waist then cut them off. That generally fits, but tightly."

Hm! That also made me jealous! Indeed, as we walked; man! Cleo had thighs on her, you know, quadriceps and hams, that were thunderously huge! They rippled, quaked actually, with each step.

I fought the jealousy back down and asked, "And you normally don't wear undies?"
"Never" Cleo replied, "Why wear them? A lady don't need 'em!"
"True, true!" I agreed.

Hmmm! If it wasn't for my doggone jealousy, this Cleo could make a great friend indeed! Yes, she thinks just like me! I then found myself wanting to invite her to my home, but... not at that moment. I didn't want Alex to see her.

So there I was, walking aimlessly down a forest trail with a leviathan woman who could easily take advantage of me and... except for battling my raging jealousy, kinda, sorta enjoying it. I even felt protected. And I knew I would really feel protected if I went with her down town somewhere.

Now, although I'm six-feet-one tall, and nearly 200 pounds, I could still be advanced upon, by a six-feet-three or more, 220 pound guy, or by two or more guys my size or slightly smaller. And yes, I admit, my teensy skirts don't help! But I love wearin' them too much. But I just don't go those kinds of places those times of night. I have no need to. I'm a Farmer. I get up early, work hard, sometimes, during the day, then go to bed with Alex by my side, generally, around ten.
But just, in my imagination, if this giant woman and I went somewhere together, ain't no one gonna bother us, that's for sure!

Curious about me, Cleo asked this and that about my life, where I lived and so on. She was fascinated with my years as an erotic dancer, and congratulated me for staying away from the drugs and prostitution that so often befalls women who do that, and for saving my money for the future.

And she likes my being a Farmer, and wanted to know where my farm was. She also noted that I arrived here merely by walking, so she surmised my farm wasn't far. Well, she surmised right, but I hemmed and hawed at telling her where it was. She was being somewhat insistent, so I began asking stuff about her... and I was genuinely interested... in how this giant bitch came to be... I use "bitch" sometimes because, my emotions, quite frankly, keep flying back and forth between liking this gal, or being intensely jealous of her. When jealousy breaks in, while I'm writing this, then I'll call her "bitch". Otherwise, I just call her "gal" or whatever.

"I too, tried to be an erotic dancer. But most places regard me as too big" Cleo told me, "Whereas, they like athletic women sometimes, and the athletic woman has become more popular, still, they wish to stay within reason, so to speak. But I would be hired for 'extreme' shows. I also had some stints in circuses as 'a strong woman'. And I have been in this and that show or displays which are about freaky things or the unusual. I have never gotten anything steady in show or dance. So, I do what I'm doin' there, on your house. I'm a brick or block layer. They're in demand, nobody wants to do it, I can't blame them, and it pays well. Obviously, all these muscles of mine makes it easy for me. Most workers struggle with the blocks or bricks. But I can handle a cement block with no trouble at all. That allows me to concentrate on laying them straight and neat. It's trickier than you think. And I'm always the one who is called to fetch more bricks from the stock. I use a heavy duty wheel-barrow, and I can haul a huge pile of 'em to the site. So, there you go... Now, where's your farm?"

I continued to ask other stuff, to get her off that subject...
"Where were you born... or, that is, who were you born of? What are your parents like? Are they big?" I asked.

She replied, grinning impishly, "You really wanna know the deep dark secret? You really wanna know what creatures begot me? You really wanna know what those creatures are like? And are they even from this planet!?"

Giggling, I replied, "Yes!"
"Then, you will take me to your leader! And your farm! Or I shall forever, withhold the information you requested!"

"My leader" I thought. That, in a manner of speaking, might be Alex. Though I am definitely his Mistress, and he must obey me, however, he holds one trump-card that perhaps, even he doesn't know about. If... he ever threatened leaving me... Gol-dang a-mighty, I'd be groveling on the floor, at his feet begging... I'd like, move mountains for him... if I could. And this big-ass bitch could! She looks like it, anyway. I was just plain scared of this bitch taking Alex's heart and... the rest of him, away from me!

And maybe that is just what is ailing me! And shit DAM! Looks like she's as sharp as she is big and strong! She figured out my being coy about taking her to my farm.
I replied, "Okay, okay, I will take you to my farm. But it's a long walk. It'll take an hour. You eat your lunch now, and I'll come back this evening and walk with you there."

She looked at me with an impish and knowing grin, perhaps aware I was stalling. But she agreed, "Okay, you mysterious blondie, I'll go with you this evening. I'll be done around six. So be here! Or I'm comin' after ya!"
"Okay, I will!" I agreed, "Now let's go now, you eat your lunch and I'll go home and straighten things out for ya."
"I'd rather eat you!" Cleo joked, or, I hoped she was joking, "You sweet, scrumptious, blond sugar! MMMM! You've make me horny, girl! My cunt aches. I can't work like this! You know how that is, don't ya? You're a hot gal! You know how that girl 'tween your legs just won't let you alone!"
"Yeah, I know" I replied nervously.
"Well... you know... like" Cleo stammered and stuttered as if embarrassed about what she wanted to say, "Like, you've probably done all kinds of sex; so... can you like... fist me? I'll show ya how..."

What!? Fist that big bitch!? I didn't think I wanted to do that! I've never fisted anybody! Yes, yes, my sweet Spring Forest fists me; and so did Looking Snake... "Should I do that for her?" I thought to myself quickly. It sorta looked like I had no choice...
Cleo stretched in response to her building sexual tensions. Gigantic biceps balled up in her arms as she stretched, her nipples poked out over an inch, her cunt was visibly swollen and juice was streaming out of it...
Man! That bitch is big! I was so jealous! I always thought of myself as an amazon, but good grief! This gal made me look like a little... girl or... something. DAM! Her biceps were easily as big as each of my legs! And that's saying a lot! And they were hard! That bitch looked like she could pick up a car!

And there I was, in the deep woods, with this horny, lusting leviathan! I was even just a tad bit scared. But, and I was thinking this at the time, how would she sexually molest me? She has... well, nothing to stick in me. I guess maybe she could "sexually molest me" sort of like I do Alex... but only in play... and he enjoys it. Yet, she seemed very gentle. But indeed, as she just said, if her "girl" bothers her like mine does, well, maybe like me, she might not be able to control herself. Well...

Okay, okay. I showed Cleo my "fisting-fist". "Is this it?" I asked, forming that special fist where all the fingernails are sheathed.
"Yeah! That's it!" Cleo exclaimed, "Wow! You do know how! All right, gal! Let's get it on!"

Cleo immediately found a tree limb to lean on, bent over and presented her big brown muscle-butt and slobbering-wet, huge cunt for me to "work" on. I mean, she was ready!

Nervously, I leaned on her, by placing my left hand on an upper spot on that gigantic butt of hers. Man! Good grief! That has got to be the biggest butt I've ever seen... on a person who is, you know, fit; not fat or whatever.

And, as I leaned on her, I could feel the absolute massive size and power of her build! Her butt muscles quivered from the effect of being so horny. It was like leaning on a big stone. This giant bitch is easily ten times my strength! DAM! I was jealous!

But okay, to the task at hand. And she was moaning, with her voice quivering, for me to hurry up.

Her huge stone-pillar-legs were spread, displaying her giant cunt, which was spilling and dripping juice on the ground. Her clit, fully the size of a smallish erected penis, was sticking way out. Cunt juice flowed around it and dribbled off the end of it. Her hole was oozing out juice as well.

Hesitantly, I touched her big, throbbing clit. She screamed powerfully and lunged, almost knocking me down...

"I don't need no freakin' fore-play, blondie! Just fist me! HARD!" Cleo demanded.
Like, "sorrieee!" I thought.

Well then, I did just that. I readied my fist, nudged it against her hole, and pushed it in. Gobs of juice came surging out as Cleo screamed her head off. She thrust opposite my fist action to get it deeper. She demanded deeper. Indeed, I hadn't hit "the top" yet. I rammed my fist and arm way in there. That bitch's hole was entirely the length of almost all my forearm! Gosh, one could get lost in there! At the point my fist hit the top, you know, her cervix, I guess, her crotch was one inch from my inside elbow! Good gosh a-mighty!

Well, having never fisted nobody before in my life, I didn't know what to do other than use my fist and forearm and, like, make like a male genital. I shoved it in and out furiously. Cleo quaked and humped, yelled and huffed. The tree she was leaning on rocked and shook, despite being pretty big. Each time my arm shoved in, cunt juice spurted out, with some of it spilling on me, mostly my legs.

As that giant bitch built to an orgasm, I thought of something else disturbing. One time, my Alex wanted to fist me. But his fist was just a wee bit big for my hole; it just could not fit in there comfortably, it hurt a bit much. But his fist could easily fit in this bitch's hole. My fist is a wee bit bigger than Alex's, so his could easily go in. So, there's another thing for me to worry over. Alex could indeed fist this bitch. He'd quite probably enjoy it! Shit!

My thoughts were broken by the necessity of me holding on to my balance, as this giant bitch was experiencing an equally giant orgasm. Her gigantic muscle butt was flying back and forth on my arm and fist, slamming her hole's top; her cervix, I guess, hard against my fist and nearly causing me to loose balance. As she screamed and screeched, huge muscles, not just her butt, but all over her body, rippled under that dark brown skin. What a sight for Alex to see! My mind continued to be used as a battle-ground of emotions. I was genuinely turned on by this sight myself, yet, ferociously jealous!

The bitch's orgasm finally began to subside. She huffed and blew, and continued to hump on my fist a while just like I do after a sex with Alex, to sort of eek out every last drop of pleasure.

Finally she huffed, "OOhhh! That was great, blondie! That felt GOOOOOD!"
"Good for you" I smirkily thought, but didn't say it out loud. I did say out loud finally, after battling back more jealousy, "I'm... glad I was able to... help you..."

With a lot of groaning, Cleo eased her butt away from my arm, easing out my hand; I had relaxed it from a fist to a hand, to simulate as much as possible, a relaxing male genital, a technique sweet Spring Forest did for me. As my hand came out, drenched in cunt secretions and dripping, she moaned a bit, huffing, "Oh! I hate that feeling of evacuation, you know, when the fist comes out."
I sort of knew what the bitch was commenting about, from my many experiences of being fisted by Spring Forest.

As I shook my hand and forearm of her mess, she leaned heavily on that tree, relaxed. With a relaxed sounding sigh, she thanked me, "Oh! That was absolutely wonderful! You sweet blond sugar!"

Well, she sure complimented me enough. So far, she has profusely commented favorably about my bod, my face, my clothes, and now, my fisting effort. And she has a personality which is unquestionably compatible with mine. Under most circumstances, I would be calling this gal "bosom buddy" in an instant. But that raging jealousy of mine just would not be still for this. She was just too much "me"; a bigger, super-charged "me" that, I feared, if Alex saw this, he would be hers forever! And that put the fear of the loss of Alex in me big-time! And it fed the fires of jealousy!

And, as if to frighten me further, suddenly, Cleo did a strip of her last remaining clothing, her white tank-top, in front of me. I guess she figures, since I told her about Spring Forest, that I am a lesbian too, and perhaps, I would enjoy seeing her strip. Though I have to admit to having some appreciation for a well built gal, this Cleo was just too much (because she beats me in everything! Shit!). Good heavens, if she stripped her tank-top in front of Alex, that would be the final hook, I feared Alex would be hers for sure.

That bitch peeled that tank top off, the classical stripper's way, you know, starting with the lower hem and sort of like, rolling it up and off. Big, humongous brown boobs were released, to jut way out in the air, with inch-high tits on top of that. They were high, firm, and made even larger looking by a hefty foundation of pectoral muscles underneath. She rolled it on off and past her coal-black hair. After the disturbance, her smooth hair just fell back, neat and... pretty... SHIT!

"Here sweety, wipe your arm and hand off of my crap." Cleo said as she handed the tank-top to me, "Then throw it back to me."

Oh... OH! So that's all she was doin'... Hmm, yes, I did need something to wipe her shit off my arm... but man! She sure made a show of it! Seemed like she stripped it slow and... in that showy way, like a stripper would do. You know how most people get out of a t-shirt or tank-top; they just sorta, like, wad it off, in no particular manner. Well, she did say she's done shows before, so maybe it was just habit... No... no shit way, man! I too strip tank-tops... sloppily, wading, like most folks, or, like a stripper when in front of Alex... No, the bitch was making a show of it, for me. Dam bitch!

Well, I wiped my arm and hand off good, pretty much making a mess of her tank-top. I handed it back to her asking, "Can you wear it like this?"
"Yeah, I..." then the bitch hesitated, then she said, "No... no. I'm gonna go naked the rest of the day... yeah! Nobody here but you, and you don't mind, and my boy, and he's used to my strange ways."

I did too mind, but I didn't say nothin'. I listened, as we walked back to the house under construction, to the bitch prattle on...

"I'll just lay it out to dry" the bitch said, "and wear it for, you know, when I have to go home and stuff. But not before I come to your farm... naked! I love goin' naked! So be here! Sweet blondie! Six-o-clock!"

I just grumbled something she did not hear.

"Say, blondie, why don't you strip? Oh! And do it in front of my boy! Watch a hump form in his pants! Oooo! And, I'd like to see ya naked myself! Such a gorgeous, luscious sweet bod shouldn't have clothes on it, anyway!"

Yes, yes. There she goes with those compliments for me again. Boy! What a war goin' on in my mind! I liked Cleo... and despised the bitch! At the same time!

I replied, "Nah, I gotta go home and... straighten some things out... before you come, you know..."
"Oh, don't go to a lot of trouble for me, blondie" Cleo replied, in her hearty and powerful voice, "I guarantee, I won't notice anything, no matter how messy, if that's what you're worried about. I'm just gonna be looking at you!"
"Okay..." I replied with a forced laugh, nervously.

As I began to "peel away" from the bitch to walk home, and she headed for the house, I heard the other worker comment "Wow!", probably to the big brown monster-lady and her basket-ball-boobs, then ask, "I heard you scream; are you okay?"
"More than okay! That blond sugar treated me to a great fisting! Gol-dang! That felt GOOD!"
"Why don't you let me fist you?"
"Sorry, Will, I'm just not into guys. Look, you're already lucky; now you get to work with a big... oh, maybe, freakishly big, but none-the-less, well built naked lady the rest of the day. It's gettin' warm, and there's nobody else here. I'm goin' naked the rest of the day!"
"Wow!" he replied, and said something else that I didn't hear because I was leaving... quickly.
I heard the bitch call out, "See ya, blondie-Joy, six-o-clock, or I'm comin' there! And I have figured out where you live, rascal!"

Shit! I waved an acknowledgment and made my way out of there. Dam ol' bitch has to be sharp as well! Shit dammit!

I had to get Alex out of there before she came. Although that thing she said to the other worker, "I'm not into guys", which confirmed my suspicion that Cleo is lesbian, comforted me some, I still didn't want Alex casting his eyes on the likes of that!

As I walked home, along the road, I thought and thought what to do with Alex...
Lock him in a closet... Nah! Lock him in the barn? Nah! Lock him in a dungeon? Our basement is like a dungeon... Nah! Shit! OH! My Parents need their television fixed... YES! I've been tellin' Alex to go over and fix it. I'll tell him for sure now... but, later. I gotta get him over there just before the bitch comes so that he'll be busy for at least a couple hours. They'll probably give him supper if he goes at that time... I'll ask them to... Yeah, yeah, sounds like a plan!

When I got back home, Alex was still in the fields. With a busy mind, I, in a scatter-brained manner, finally got to work on the things I was gonna do that day.

Sure enough, Alex, in his little g-string, got back about three or so in the afternoon. His golden tan contrasted beautifully with the snow-white g-string. His tummy, flat as a pancake and ridged with abs, his slenderish but muscle-rippling thighs, his nicely sculpted arms... Well, like thirteen-inch biceps; not the biggest but, not the smallest either... and smaller than my fourteen inchers... you know, so I can bully and over-power him! Mmmm! This was a treasure to fight for! Dammed if I was going to let some monster bitch take this away from me!

It took a bit of arguing to get Alex to go this evening to diagnose my Parents' television, but my muscles and 200 pounds got my sweety going. He went by velomobile, the couple miles to my Parents' farm. In case you're wondering, he wore a more conservative bikini, with a mesh rear that covers about half his luscious buns; that's good enough. My Parents are used to us by now!
Also, if you're wondering, when he hits the road, will he pass where the construction is going on and so, see the bitch?... No... Visualize this: You go up our driveway to the highway. To get to Spring Forest's house under construction, you go left. To go to my Parents, you go right. So he'll be headed in the opposite direction.

Desiring to keep things under as much control as I could, I walked on down the road just before six-o-clock, to meet that bitch Cleo, so she wouldn't just suddenly appear. When I got to the house under construction, the other block-layer, the guy, was just leaving in his car. And there she was, all monstrous 270 pounds of her, indeed still nude, big, brown and awesome, and sporting big brown boobs every bit as big as a basket-ball. DAM!

"You cute little blond sugar!" she boomed, upon seeing me, "So you did come! I was just about to come to your place! You sure waited to the last minute!"
"Well, here I am" I mumbled, a "little" less than enthusiastic.

"Let me load my truck, and you can hop in with me. I know, it's just a short ways, but I don't want nobody takin' stuff from me, and I don't wanna put no clothes on. Not 'till I've spent an evening with you!"

"An evening" I thought, oh no! Alex will be home before she leaves...
"Uhh," I ventured, "Now... keep in mind, I'm a Farmer, I go to bed early, like, eight. You'll have ta... go by seven-thirty... or sooner."
"That early!" Cleo replied, "Wow. Okay sweet baby, I'll be outa there by seven thirty... maybe. But... Can't I just spend the night? I'll cook and wash dishes, you can go to bed all right. I'll be very quiet. And I can protect you! Out here, all by yourself, that's not too safe. I'm as big as a bigger man! That's the thing about me, you get the best of both sexes: I'm a woman, so I'm nice, considerate, pleasant to be around, smell good and look good. Yet, I have the strength of a big foot-ball player, far stronger even, that most men! I'll keep ya safe! What do ya say?"

Sheesh! She sure makes a good argument! What lone lady could say no to that? Of course she would have to be lesbian, or at least, like me, a little bit "bi". But Alex will come back in two hours, maybe sooner. I gotta get that bitch outa here! I had to think of a lie fast!

First thing I thought of... and the only thing my lousy mind came up with, was to say I had a jealous lover... a... big woman... as big as she is... Aw shit! She'd never believe it! As sharp as Cleo is, she would see through that as easy as most of us see through glass.

Quickly, I came up with another plan... Let's see... Okay...
I'll pretend go to bed at eight, and tell Cleo to positively NOT to disturb me. Then, later, I'll sneak out the window, get in my velomobile, and go to my Parents... but sometime, I gotta call them and tell Alex not to come back, because... because... I heard a prowler... Yes! I heard a...

"Blondie!" Cleo insisted, in her hearty, good natured tone of voice, interrupting my planning. Shit. I'll have to fill in details later.
Cleo continued, "Well, can I spend the night?"
"Uh, yeah... Yes, you can... spend the night." SHIT!

Happy, Cleo finished loading her truck and straightening things out at the construction. I was "treated" to a show of huge rippling muscles, as she heaved sometimes very heavy items here and there. I saw her lift things that I'm sure I could only budge, and Alex could not budge, as easy as most of us lift a... small chair. Good-gosh she's strong! Dam-a-mighty!
She finished that and invited me into her truck. That right there made me a little nervous.

I got seated. She got in the left side, and the whole truck heaved. A swoosh of air exited my window. I even got a scent of mild, I say mild, body odor. Well, I suppose, such a big and strong... person... working with heavy items all day would sweat quite a bit. Up close like that and in the confines of a truck or car, she looked gigantic! Huge, big biceps and triceps flexed as she jammed gears and steered. Gigantic leg quadriceps flexed as she stepped on clutch and other pedals. And those huge boobs just sat there, heavy, heaving, with tits that were at least an inch high... and appeared to be gettin' higher... like mine do when I'm horny... but on a much smaller scale. Dammit.

"Gosh, you're sweet, sittin' there!" Cleo huffed, the sound of sexual arousal in her voice, "You sweet blond sugar!"

She drove us down the road the short ways to my driveway. I was about to tell her where to turn when she just turned in, like that. She did know where I was.

"Mmmm! I love this place, blondie!" Cleo commented, some sexual arousal that had been in her voice now down some... to my relief. "Can I live with you? With my strength and muscles, I'm sure I could help a lot on your farm. You just tell me what to do, and I'll do it. You're my boss!"

You know, if it weren't for my jealousy and fear of her taking Alex, she would be a great addition. Yes, indeed, the thought of real prowlers or other riffraff descending upon our place has crossed my mind. Although my 200 pounds of muscles is certainly not small, and I tote a mean rifle, having this ape lady on my team wouldn't be a bad idea. And she's right, she could do a lot of work. I could see her huge muscles turning some tasks that take the best of Alex and me combined, into quick, easy matters. And those monster, thunderous thighs of hers could turn a mean generator for when our solar energy runs short.
Finally, I replied, "Uh, okay... I'll think about it."

Cleo stopped the truck in front of my house and began to get out. I noticed she grabbed a briefcase or something as she opened the door to get out. I was gonna ask about it. But then she suddenly hesitated and, interestingly enough, asked, "Any dogs?"
"No, we don't keep those kinds of beasts here!" I replied vehemently.
"That's the strongest sounding reply I've gotten from you all day!" Cleo commented, "You... hate them too?"
"Yes... the big ones anyway... I think they should be outlawed... licensed anyway."
"ME TOO!" Cleo replied enthusiastically.

Dam! Another indicator that Cleo is one of "The Kin". I was beginning to think, my jealousy was just going to have to, perhaps, get in the back of "the bus". It really was, in this case perhaps, beginning to get in the way.

As Cleo got out, and I did too, she began noticing the outstanding features of my place...
"Solar panels!" Cleo commented, "And a lot of them! And a wind generator back there! Wow!"
"Yes" I replied, "The entire farm is solar and wind-powered... Well, except for diesel for the tractor."
"That's great, blondie!" Cleo praised, "Man! Lady, you sure put your erotic dancing earnings in good investments! My compliments!"

Boy, that Cleo; never short on compliments for me.
Then she noted our velomobiles. We had five. One was non-functional, gathering dust in the barn. One was currently used by Alex. Three were there for Cleo to see. Two were older types. One, mine, and the one currently used by Alex were newer ones, only seven months in United States, bought and shipped here, at great expense, from France. Of course, Cleo asked, "What are those little cars?"
"They are velomobiles, pedal-cars, that is", I replied, proud, "They're faster than bicycles, much more comfortable, keep you warm in winter, and boiling hot in summer", I giggled, joking, "the velomobile's only bad point." Then, in a more serious tone, I continued, "They protect from dog-attack, and can carry items in their trunks."
"Wow! That's great!" Cleo replied, enthusiastic. She asked, "Where can I get one?"
"Oh! Unfortunately, you can only get them from Europe, mainly Germany, France or Belgium. Also Holland. You know, the very same countries the stupid right-wing radio talk-shows are always carrying on about."
"Yeah, yeah! Dammed propagandist right-wingers." Cleo grumbled, "They're as bad as communists used to be. Everything foreign is bad. That's what communist propaganda used to say all the time. Those mother-fuckers are quite frankly, beginning to wear on my nerves! What do ya think?"
"YES" I replied vehemently, "I have had enough of those shits! I don't even listen to day-time talk shows anymore. I only listen to Coast To Coast A.M. And Whitley Strieber on the Internet. Screw the day-time shows, they suck!"
"Indeed!" Cleo heartily agreed.

And, by the way, just more and more signs of Cleo being one of "The Kin".

With my jealousy finally beginning to subside, I finally took Cleo through the front door. She almost had to bow her head to go through. Inside, she looked huge.

"Where's your shower?" Cleo asked, "I gotta get close to some soap before I get close to you, sweety."
"Here..." I showed Cleo the bathroom.

It was a simple matter for Cleo to shower. No change of clothes necessary. She went in naked, and came out naked.

I had started to make supper, not planning for Alex at all, and making extra big portions for this extra big gal.
Cleo came out, smelling fresh and her hair wet... but still smooth and jet-black and shiny.
"What's that?" she asked.
"I'm making supper... for us!"
"Aw, sweet, sweet blondie-Joy!" Cleo cooed, "But I wanna eat you! Then eat supper!"

Although my jealousy was subsiding, and my interest in this monster bitch beginning to increase, I still had to stay on my plan. I had to satisfy this monster's appetites, and get to bed... at eight... So I can sneak out with my plan... OH! DAM! Forgot to call my Parents! Had the chance while Cleo was in the bathroom, but I was lost in thought and forgot! Dammit! Well, I would have to do it later.
I decided to put my newly used skill to use again...

I turned off the stove and secured everything. Then I approached that monster Cleo with my fist clenched, flexing my fourteen-inch biceps and saying, "You want this in ya again, don't ya?"
"OOHHHH!" Cleo moaned, her voice heavy with sexual arousal, "Good-gosh YES! Ya sweet sugar! Give it to me, HARD!"

I directed an obedient Cleo to the sofa and got her to kneel, and lean on her elbows, on the sofa. That got her huge brown muscle-butt out where I could work on it.

Good gosh! That lady is huge! Everything she sits or stands on either creaks, groans or quakes. The sofa grated and was deformed by the crushing weight of her leaning on it with her elbows. The wood floor creaked underneath her as she kneeled.

Already moaning, Cleo spread her huge muscular thighs to accommodate my fisting. Once again I was staring at a huge cunt and hole that could swallow two of my fists. Her hole was oozing secretions, and secretions from her cunt rolled off the tip of her enlarged clit and dripped on the floor. Well, it is not the first time this floor has had sexual secretions spill on it!

I formed my special fist and jammed it in. Right away the quaking and screeching began.
After her first blasting orgasm, she said she wanted me to keep thrusting my fist in and out for her to have another. So I did. Maybe I could wear this gal down. Her second screaming orgasm came in only minutes. Finally, she began to simmer down. After a while, I relaxed my fist to a limp hand, and slowly pulled it out.

As Cleo huffed and puffed, relieved, I went to the kitchen to wash off my arm, and came back with tissues to wipe her off and the floor. I encouraged her to lay down on my sofa. She did, and the sofa complained loudly with many creaking and grating sounds.

"OOoohhh! Sweet, heavenly, scrumptious, sweet blondie! That was so great!" Cleo complimented breathlessly, "And your sweet touch of letting me lay a while... Ohhh! I love you Joy! Sweet sugar. Come here... Oh, and bring that briefcase there..."

Unnoticed by me earlier, Cleo had set her briefcase down next to a wall. I brought it to her, setting it down where she could reach it.

Then Cleo lazily beckoned me to her side as she lay on the couch. When I got near, her big brown hand seized my wrist, easily wrapping around it, and pulled me next to her.
"Lay on me, sweety!" Cleo invited.

Surprised but okay with her action, hesitantly, I did. I laid upon her. Cleo guided me to lay on my tummy, atop her. She "handled" me until my neck was at the cleavage of her huge breasts. She gently embraced me. She was actually comfortable! She was warm. I felt good. She rubbed my back and soon, I slept...

I awoke to the warm feeling of building sexual arousal... My cunt was hot and wet and being stimulated. As my mind cleared, I remembered I was on top of Cleo. Her big hand had found it's way over my butt and between my thighs, which were spread. They were laying spread out, one on each side of Cleo. Her thick fingers, sheathed in something, were deep in my hole. Her other hand was over my butt too. That hand was working my clit. She was gently stimulating me into a building orgasm. It felt great! Always weak against that all-mighty sexual feeling, I succumbed, and let Cleo continue. Oooo, it felt so good!

Soon, I was thrusting vigorously against her hands. Her hands were absolutely burning up my cunt and hole. I'm not quite sure how she was doin' it, but it felt great! I just let it happen... I was screaming and screeching as loud as ever in just a few more minutes. I'm sure a lot of my cunt and hole secretions got on her hands, fingers and onto her body.

After I simmered down, Cleo removed one hand from my crotch, the one that had been working my clit, put it to her lips, and licked at it...
"Mmmm" Cleo cooed, "Sweet blondie-honey".

Good heavens, I thought. But I was feeling too warm, relaxed, gratified and just plain good to say anything. I just laid there upon her, and soon, fell asleep again.

Next thing I knew, Cleo was gently nudging me awake. Again, it took some seconds for me to realize, I was in Cleo's bosom and gentle embrace. She had been just letting me sleep. But now, she was gently advising me in whispers, "Somebody's comin', sweety! Wake up! Is it another lover? Will she... beat me up?"
Cleo chuckled on that one.

"ALEX!!!" I exclaimed a little loud, I hope he didn't hear it.
"Uh oh, it is an unexpected lover!" Cleo whispered forcefully, "Alex... Uh, like in, Alexandria or Alexander? Gal or guy? Either one, do ya wanna hide me? Not that I can't take whoever it is on, but, I don't wanna turn away one of your relationships..."

Funny, I never noticed before, the differences in the Alex-name, the full name that is. Alex, a nickname of the two versions, would leave one wondering if it is guy or gal.

Fortunately, the thoughtful Cleo had wiped my sexual secretions off. I was still in my usual tank-top and micro-skirt. So I was ready to move. Now, where do ya hide an elephant?
Well, okay, okay. Cleo is not that big... The only thing I could think of is the room I have reserved for Spring Forest...

"Come on, this way!" I whispered.

Cleo, having apparently opened her briefcase earlier, I guess while I slept, slammed it shut and grabbed it. I led the huge, naked and muscular Cleo down the hall and into Spring Forest's room. Alex does not go in there usually. Every so often he does, to contemplate the energies left behind, in the walls and the things, left behind by Spring Forest and Looking Snake. I had prepared that room for them rather than let them sleep in their somewhat cramped motor-home.

Like, gosh, what a difference. Before, that room entertained Spring Forest's light 130 pounds. Now its floors creaked underneath the crushing weight of this woman-beast. Gol-dang! I re-estimate her weight to be, possibly, around the 300 pound mark. Good heavens!

To Cleo I went "Shhh! I will... introduce ya... just hold tight", I whispered.

In the nick of time, I came out, to the living room to hear Alex coming in, as he always does, the back way, through the kitchen. I picked up wads of tissue paper, wet with her and my sexual secretions, and, a thin latex glove... hmmm... indeed, I spotted latex gloves in her briefcase, along with papers... Oh, that's it, she used the glove for stimulating my hole; it sheathed her finger-nails; yes... The glove was covered with my secretions. Well anyway, I scooped up the glove and the tissue papers, and, in a relaxed manner, shoved them in the trash-can just as he entered. Shouldn't be noticeable, I'm always straightening the house.

Looking wiry and sexy, with that cute white bikini with mesh back accentuating his scrumptious buns, under the kitchen's florescent light, Alex strolled over to the stove for a sniff of what I had been cooking.

"Well, I got rid of the crackling noise in their audio", Alex reported, "but I have to order a new UHF tuner for them to get channels over thirteen again. I'll call Sylvania in the morning. It's a kind of old-timy set by electronics' standards today... already... Even though its only seven years old. I hope the part is available."

Anyway, I think that's what he said. I had to check with Alex while writing this. At the moment, I didn't hear nothin' of what he was saying!

Alex added, "Mmmm, this is good! I love carrots and potato stew, and with those other veggies you put in. But why so much? Oh, do we have a guest? I saw a pick-up truck outside..."

I gulped hard! Well, he figured it out.

Hesitantly, and I'm sure Cleo was listening to all this, I explained what was going on.

Now, Alex is okay with me having a lady friend, even a lady-lover. He thoroughly knows about Spring Forest and I, duh, that has been going on for decades. I mean, he has been completely indoctrinated by "The Kin", of which he is a part of.
I explained that she is the block-layer for Spring Forest's house, and how I, per-chance, met her when I strolled over to check on progress. I explained what happened after that.

I did, without too much discomfort, admit that this Cleo, whose name I already introduced to Alex, is obviously a lesbian, and I had fisted her, twice, and she brought me to orgasm somehow, with her fingers. Alex was cool about that, commenting "WOW! Can I watch next time you fist her? Or she does you?" and then asked, "Where is she now?"
To which I replied, "Just a minute, just a minute." So Alex was into it already, and positive about it. Good! But I hadn't expected much trouble there. That wasn't what I was worried about.

I pulled Alex into my bosom and hugged him, then said, or begged, perhaps is more accurate, "Now Alex, you promise me, that no matter what, you will not become the special lover to anyone else?"

To those of you not indoctrinated by "The Kin", a "special-lover" is the one that you are more or less... kinda sorta married to... unofficially. As in Alex and I. Alex might sex with Spring Forest, and he has sexed with other occasional guests we have had come through, who are members of "The Kin", and he might even do male on male stuff. He has only done it with Looking Snake. And I have sexed with Looking Snake, and other male members of "The Kin" that have been occasional guests. But, I always come back to him, and Alex always comes back to me. We share room, bed, and well, we are together, always.

Puzzled by my behavior and begging, something he's never seen me do before, Alex asked, "Why are you so... this way about Cleo?"
"Because, sweet Alex", I began, "She has got to be the absolute biggest, and most muscular muscle-woman I or anybody has ever seen! She is six-feet-seven-or-eight tall, and weighs, I think, around 300 pounds!"
"Good heavens!" Alex responded.

Uh oh, I don't like the sound of that...
Anyway, I continued, "And she's got boobs the size of basket-balls, and inch-and-a-half-high tits."
"Gol-dang!" Alex breathed.
I didn't like the sound of that either, and the way he breathed it. I continued, "She's has beautiful cocoa brown skin, and has midnight-black hair. She kind of reminds you of... a stereo-typical 'Cleopatra', except that she is so big; and wouldn't you know it, as I told ya, her name is Cleo!"

I awaited Alex's response...

"Good heavens! I didn't think there was anybody bigger than you! I know you like dark-skinned women, like Spring Forest. But I didn't know you'd be comfortable with someone bigger than you..."
"Men bigger than me, I'm not comfortable with." I explained, "But women... actually, I have never seen a woman bigger than me. I was with a woman my size once, you remember that. You sexed her. She and I did woman on woman stuff together. But I've never seen a woman bigger than me, and moreover, that much bigger!"
"So... you're okay with her being much bigger?" sweet Alex asked.
"Well... I... guess. She's very gentle, kind and... well mannered. It's a new experience to me!" I finally concluded.
"Wow..." Alex breathed.

I got firmer with Alex. I finally said, "Now look you! I'm gonna bring her out now. She's totally naked. She took a bath but her clothes are dirty, and we don't have anything here that will fit her. If you become her special-lover, I'll wear your little butt out! Understand!?"

I shoulda taken that approach in first place. Sweet, sweet Alex melted into my bosom and replied, softly and submissively, "Yes ma'am"
MMM! I coulda sexually molested him right there!

Well, time to bring out the monster! There I went...

"Cleo, you can come out now... and see why I was so... coy and... hesitant and stuff about bringing you here..."

Alex, at my side, peered towards Spring Forest's room as I was, or at least, in that general direction. The door opened and hesitantly, the huge gal, all six-feet-seven, maybe eight of her, stepped out, floor creaking under her.

Sexy But Intimidating Look Despite being well behaved and seemingly quiet, Cleo has an intense "sex-field" around her that could be felt. It just emanated from her without her doing anything. There is no out-staring her. She glances at you, and you're going to look down, at least once and all be it briefly. Her spirit and sex-energy is as powerful as her awesome body. No painting or photograph is going to get across, the effects of her presence...

My dear sweet Alex actually sort of slowly stepped behind me, and he peered over my shoulder. It was as if he were afraid of this leviathan, who could really sexually molest Alex if she wanted to, and was hiding behind me, like, for protection. I felt my cunt throbbing, filling with the blood of passion, for molesting my vulnerable Alex myself. But, not now...
I introduced him, simply thus, "This... behind me, is Alex..."

"Wow" Cleo commented softly, "He's so... cute... and pretty... I've never seen a man quite like that! Is he... scared of me?"
"Aw, he's just shy", I replied, patting the hand of Alex as he leaned on my shoulder, from behind, shyly peering at this monster-woman-wonder, "His type is rare."

"Yes, I would agree. Gosh Joy, blondie, he is a dear! I'm not into guys... as you might have already guessed, but he... is quite different!"

I certainly did not like the sound of that! I assumed that Cleo's lesbianess... is that a word? I assumed her bein' a lesbian would be... protection... if you will, against any attempts for my Alex.

Cleo came on out and slowly came up to me... and a cowering Alex...
"Hi" Cleo said to Alex softly, "I'm Cleo. I won't hurt you, goodness no! And I love Joy here! I hope I can... stay... just a while, at least tonight. Okay?"

Alex shyly replied, still clinging to my shoulder behind me, "It's... up to her..."

Sweet, sweet Alex! MMmmm! Well, anyway, I added, "You can spend the night Cleo. You're dark skinned and have black hair like my sweet Spring Forest... but a whole lot bigger! I think it would be cool if you just slept in her room, the one you were just in!"
"Wow! Great, Joy!" Cleo happily replied.

"Now, let's all of us have supper!" I suggested.
"Yes indeed!" Cleo agreed heartily, "I'm starved!"

I warmed the stew and served it out, all the while, Alex stuck close to me. Cleo sat on a sofa.

I called all to the kitchen table and we ate. Alex sat close, and tight, next to me. Cleo, with her acres of bare, brown skin, loomed huge across the table. Buck naked, her big brown boobs stuck out over the table edge, even when she was not leaning forward to eat. Her big tits stuck out an inch (their "un-aroused" height) from their firm, huge "boob-platforms". Her giant biceps were so well honed, they flexed and rippled every time she did anything, even if it was just to pick up a spoon to eat the stew.

Each time Cleo leaned to eat the stew, her shining smooth black hair would wave gracefully around. She would glance at us, hopefully mostly me, from time to time with those dark-brown, Egyptian-oriental eyes.

Cleo was quiet, and behaved gracefully. She had good table manners. She ate quietly, no slurping, and spilled almost nothing... better than me actually, and quite a bit better than Alex... especially tonight.

Alex was spilling more than usual. Yes, he was probably glancing at her many times. This is to be expected. After all, Cleo said it herself, she has been a circus "Strong Woman" a couple times. She's a freak. A show. Of course Alex is gonna glance at her. Anybody would.

After supper, and while Alex was taking a shower, Cleo had "a thousand questions" about Alex. She asked me while she indeed, washed dishes.
I'm tellin' ya, whatever space Cleo is in, you feel it! She radiates heat off her naked body, and radiates... something else as well, unseen. And she is just so huge and brown. She had to lean a bit over the sink, while she did dishes, due to her height. And it looked like to me, she was actually having trouble watching what she was doing due to her huge breast-line, which was one-half hefty and well-honed pectoral muscles and one-half boobs. She basically could only see through the cleavage of her bosom's high-relief topography. (Wow, how about them "Websters"! I are a writer, now!) The huge muscles in her arms writhed and flexed as she washed the dishes... And yes, I felt my jealousy coming back...

"Where did you meet Alex?", "Does he have a brother?", "Is he 'bi'?", "Why don't you all have kids?", "Is he okay with sexing with others?", "Is he okay when you sex with others?" were just some of the questions she asked.

I really did not like the interest she showed in Alex. I asked her straight out, "Why all this interest in Alex? He's just another man!" (Which I didn't feel for a second! But that's what I wanted Cleo to think!). I continued, "Are you sure you're lesbian?"
"Well" Cleo began, "I never made a proclamation to anyone that I am lesbian. But... things just went that way... Lesbian women were attracted to me and... well, I entertained them, so to speak, with one thing leading to another. I've been sexed by a man once, a big-ass foot-ball-player type, and I never wanted to go through that again. He was my size, so as far as taking advantage of me is concerned, he did not. So far as taking him on, it was sort of like, a stalemate."
"What was bad about it?" I asked.
"Big, smelly, hairy, had somewhat of a belly, self-centered, too rough and on and on."
"Did he, like... was he the one that... you know... opened your package? You know, broke your, uh, hymen?"
"Good grief, ya blondie", Cleo chuckled, then replied, "No, I broke it myself long ago masturbating on something. Also, I had been fisted by ladies a few times before him. So I had something to compare with. I like the ladies' approach better."
"Huh..." I replied, intrigued.

Well, that was a bit worrisome to me. So Cleo is not a proclaimed, confirmed lesbian. Merely, she tried a man once, didn't like it, been fisted by women, likes that... and like me, broke her hymen masturbating. I don't like those big ol' ape types either. But I love Alex... And I like any slender male that keeps himself fit and... quite frankly, shaven, if they have body hair. Could be, that's what Cleo likes too... GULP!

And indeed, if Cleo is one of "The Kin", then for sure she will like slender, fit... I guess you might say "pretty" men; you know, shaven, or maybe naturally has no body-hair, wears sexy, revealing clothes like g-strings, tiny bikinis with mesh-back and stuff. Oh shit! This might mean trouble...

But I would think about that later. Right at that moment, that thing about Cleo breaking her hymen had my attention and I was really curious. Intrigued, I out and out asked her...
"How did you break your hymen masturbating? Oh, and by the way, I did too..."

Cleo laughed a bit at that, then replied, "Oh Joy, you sweet blondie! Sounds like something you'd do!"
"How so?" I asked, curious.
"Oh, just from what I've seen so far. It's just that... well, let's put it this way; hearing you lost your virginity on some object does not surprise me!"
"Well, okay then, so much for me. What's your excuse?"
"Probably the same as yours. A big, fit body is naturally gonna have a lot of sex-hunger. You get horny a lot, and so do I. Men are intimidated from you 'cause you're so big. Most men like being with a woman that's smaller and weaker, so they feel big, and in control. Anyway, when I was sixteen and living in the mountain wilderness of Montana, where I grew up, I was climbing the walls with horniness. I was masturbating on anything I could rub my cunt on. Out back in the wilderness, there was a large limb that I could straddle. From it stuck out a broke off branch, about two inches thick and something like, sixteen to eighteen inches long. Of course, it was rough, scaly and dirty. One day I covered it with cloths, and over that, plastic wrap. I used rope and rubber bands to secure the wrap so it would not slip off. And sweety, I got over that thing, lowered my hole over it, and went to town! Never mind it stung a bit when I pushed it in. I kept humping and humping that poor tree all afternoon! I must have come to ten orgasms. And the tree was cooperative! When I humped on it, it's natural sway, the rhythm of it, moved this... impromptu dick I created, in and out of me just like a guy would! I wore out the plastic, soaked the cloths underneath, and I had to throw them away. Next day morning, I sort of like, repaired it, and went at it again and had five orgasms. I went back that afternoon and had three more. Good golly, I wore that thing out. Literally. The fifth day I did it, the freakin' branch broke off! Then I made one! I found a spot back there, planted a fence post, deep and firm, and attached a two-inch thick, eighteen inch dowel to it, and made it sturdy. I covered it with cloths and plastic, and had at it! I only had to replace the plastic-wrap each time. How's that for bein' a sex maniac?"

Good gosh-a-mighty! This giant bitch is a duplicate of me! I just wish I could have had her size! Then I wouldn't have this nagging jealousy. Well, the jealousy is just going to have to... mosey on, there ain't no room fer it in these parts!
I confirmed with Cleo that I did something very similar.

Now, since she mentioned the place she grew up, well, I wanted to know more. What were her Parents like?

"Okay now, Cleo" I began, "You said if I let you come here, you would tell me of your Parents. How did you get so big!?"
"Some parts of this is going to be hard to believe, but I'll tell it straight out..." Cleo began intriguingly, "First, I can't remember a dam thing before I was six. Most people can remember all kinds of stuff that happened before they were six, but not me.
My Parents adopted me. They are both Indian, that is, First Nation members, of some tribes found around Montana, like Sioux, Black-Feet and such. I think they thought I was Indian. Maybe I am. But somehow... I don't think so... Then again, I have no way of telling. They found me just inside their kitchen door, as if, someone during the night, shoved the basket I was in to just inside... I guess so I wouldn't freeze..."
"You were a baby?"
"Yes. So everything I describe here is what my Parents told me. Okay, so they adopted me, they almost had no choice. As I grew, I ate my weight in groceries. But I was strong. They put me to work early. They said I began eating a lot and growing fast after six years old. Strange, that is when I remember things. I can't remember my sixth birthday. I just remember waking up in the morning and not quite knowing where I was. Later, some memories came back, just enough for me to get along. I remember being very hungry. My Parents say I ate and ate that day. They had been worried before, because I wouldn't eat much, and I was underweight and sick often. They said after I started eating so much, I never got sick again, and I haven't been sick to this day. I grew rapidly after that. When I was ten, I was as big as my Father. I hunted with him. I worked in the fields. By the time I was sixteen, when I did that branch thing and lost my virginity, so to speak, I was already six-feet-six and 250 pounds of muscles.
Now here is what is gonna be hard to believe. When I was six, and close to seven, I was outside playing in the moon-light at night. I saw some four-foot-or-so, grayish beings with large heads and dark, large slanted eyes. They startled me. Then, they left. That's it! I saw them, they left. And, when I saw them, I felt they were vaguely familiar. I saw no ships, no crafts of any kind. And I have never seen anything like it since, to this day.
I told my Parents about it, and they said they are star beings and asked me if they did anything to me. I said no. They told me not to play out there at night anymore for some years. I obeyed, no problem, because they kinda freaked me out. In much later years, I hear of UFOs, the beings from them, and all of this and that, and now know, I must have seen "Grays".
That's it!
Nobody knows who gave birth to me, and nobody knows why I changed so much at six-and-a-half, and turned into this jolly-brown-giant! So there's the disturbing truth! Now, you want me out of your house?"

Cleo chuckled at that. I replied, "No, no, you don't need to leave my house just for that. Just... don't take my Alex... please! My life is made up of him. He loves big muscle women. I'm the biggest and most muscular woman he has seen until... now... and you..."
"You adorable sweet sugar!" Cleo responded, "I am NOT going to in any way, try to take your Alex. I am not into men. Granted, his effeminant, pretty appearance is attractive to me and very interesting, but I am not about to make any attempt on any man. Certainly not yours! Is that why you were being so coy and resistant about me coming here?"
"Uh... um... Yes..."

Cleo rinsed and dried her hands from the dishes. She stepped over to me, floor creaking underneath her, beckoned me to get up from the chair. She practically "swallowed" me into her huge, brown, heaving bosom and gave me a warming hug.

I finally felt fairly reassured after that. My jealousy was finally perhaps preparing to at last, get lost.

One thing caught my attention... "Effeminant? Alex?" I asked.
"I mean it in a good way" Cleo assured as I basked in her warm, loving and protective bosom and embrace. "Like a woman, he takes care of his body, makes sure he's clean, makes sure he's attractive, and, well, like I say of women, he smells good, looks good, and is well mannered... and certainly obedient. He's special!"

Actually, it kind of comforted me... sort of. Usually "effeminant" is used negatively against a man. If Cleo thinks Alex is too effeminant for her taste, well, good. I have nothing to worry about. But wait, she likes ladies... and that may include effeminant men...
OOHHH! "Forget it Joy!" I ordered myself in my thoughts. He's a curiosity to her, nothing more.

I began to calm down after that. I enjoyed being in Cleo's embrace. In fact, I don't even know how long I was there...
Alex came out from his shower to see me engulfed in all those big, rippling muscles of Cleo...

"Wow!" Alex commented, "Are you all going to... you know..."
"I know!" I replied, coming out of my bliss rapidly, almost dizzy from the change, "You wanna see me fist her! Well, you'll get your chance, in the morning! Now, we all should get to bed..."

Good, my suggestion worked...
Alex started towards our bedroom and hesitated, waiting for me. Cleo slowly released me from her warm bosom. With a loving smile along with... whatever that is that she radiates, Cleo softly said, "Good night, sweety!" She then kissed me on my forehead, then turned and left for Spring Forest's bedroom.

I led Alex into our bedroom and put him to bed. I covered him with a blanket while I said, "Don't let anybody into this room except me..."
"Why?" Alex asked, in that sweet, innocent-sounding manner of his.
"Just... Don't! Because I tellin' ya!" I replied forcefully.
"Yes ma'am" he softly replied.

Resisting my extreme desire to sexually molest Alex, I left, locking the door, to take my shower. After the shower, I let myself in with the key. All was quiet, Cleo hadn't done anything out of line. With her gigantic muscles, she could have easily ripped the door to our bedroom away.

I slipped into bed next to Alex who then snuggled up against me like he always does. In the warm balm of his love, and that from Cleo, I fell into a restful sleep.

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