These events took place when I was in Lake Havasu, AZ for Spring Break. As some of you know, Havasu is a major Spring Break destination for schools like ASU, U of A, UCLA and USC. That particular year, there were close to 50,000 drunk, sex crazed college students packed into a 10 square mile radius.

It was about 3:00 pm on a beautiful, sunny Saturday and my friends and I were all pretty faded as we walked down the beach to the MTV stages. As we maneuvered through the writhing mass of intoxicated humanity, I looked up to behold the most awesome spectacle of a woman I had ever seen. She was walking with my best friend, Jeremy, who was a junior college wide receiver and a couple of inches taller than me. Wearing only a green bikini, she completely dwarfed his 5'8" frame. His head didn't even reach the top of her gravity defying breasts. Even scarier was the fact that her body was perfectly proportioned. Her rippling, muscular thighs looked almost as thick as his waist and her breasts were huge and round and rhythmically danced back and forth with every step she took. She had great muscle definition in her arms. Her stomach was flat and muscular but not in an overbearing way. Her long, ravenous hair was dark as midnight and shined in the sun as it cascaded down around her classically beautiful face. Her lightly tanned skin was flawless and seemed to have an unearthly glow to it. It was obvious that she took good care of herself. The closer I got, the more I became transfixed in the deep green pools that were her eyes. They almost matched the color of her bikini. I had never dated or been romantically interested in a tall woman before, but this girl was blowing my mind in a big way.

I made my way over to her general area and after introductions were made, I found out that her name was Carina. She was 17, a freshman at Cal State Long Beach, and had been separated from her friends over the course of the day. The great humanitarians that we were, we told her that she could hang out with us until she could find her people. She walked around with us all day, taking in the sights and visiting the MTV stages. Normally, I would have been very reserved around a woman as beautiful and physically overwhelming as Carina, but I had drank my fair share of liquid courage that day and my charm level was up to about 120%. By the end of the day, we were joking around and exchanging stories. There were a few times when I would accidentally bump into her huge body and whenever that happened, I was amazed at the solidity of it. It was like running into a tree. After a while, whenever I would gaze up into her sparkling green eyes, her smile and countenance would send me signals that she was attracted to me.

The day went by and we never saw Carina's friends. By the time seven o'clock rolled around, the sky was beginning to darken and streaks of luminescent purple and orange were beginning to fill the sky as the sun slowly disappeared over the jutting rock formations that dotted the horizon. Earlier, we had befriended a couple of trust-fund babies who had way to much money, a sweet Master Craft boat, and nothing to do. After a while, we all decided to take a boat ride out to an island in the middle of the lake. As we filed into the ski boat, it became painfully obvious that we were going to be one seat short. Carina and I had been the last two people to step into the boat, so it was up to us to figure out how to make this situation manageable. Even though I had drank some alcohol, the ridiculousness of the question that was about to come from my lips made my face blush. "Well, do you want to sit on my lap", I bashfully asked as I glanced up into her sweet, green eyes. That proposal was met with a loud, drunken outburst of uproarious laughter from everyone within hearing range. Everyone that is, except Carina. She just looked down at me and with a faint smile forming on her lips said, "Why do you just accept the inevitable, sweetie". She gracefully placed her lovely derrière onto the vinyl seat and looked up at me expectantly. I just stood there completely mortified, as I contemplated my situation. Apparently to long, because as I was looking down at the deck of the boat, thinking about sitting down there I felt a large, warm arm wrap around my midsection. I initially struggled, but Carina's strength was irresistible. As my feet helplessly slid across the textured decking of the ski boat, it dawned on me for the first time how incredibly strong this girl really was. I finally just decided to give up and submit to the overwhelming power of her arm. Before I knew it, my posterior was resting on top of her huge thighs, with my feet dangling inches above the floor. It's not like I had never sat on a woman's lap before, but this was something unique indeed. I felt so incredibly small and helpless as I was conformed to the muscular body of this giantess. Every time she would shift her weight, I would feel her large quadriceps flex and bulge underneath me, causing my entire body to rise and fall ever so slightly. I didn't really feel like my masculinity was being threatened though. I just realized how small I was in comparison to her. As I settled into my warm, feminine throne, I leaned back and felt her chin come to rest on top of my head. I had never felt so safe in my life.

As the boat got up to speed, the bow was slamming into wake after wake of dark, choppy water, causing it to explode up and down violently. Afraid that I was going to fly out of her lap, Carina silently wrapped her long, tanned arms around my waist. The next minutes were heaven for me. A cool mist from the lake would occasionally tickle my arms and face as Carina's dark, sweet smelling hair sensuously blew around my face. With her warm arms gently but firmly holding me in place, I felt completely enveloped by her. The night air was cold and damp but the warmth of her body and the fact that I had consumed my fair share of beer almost put me to sleep. Finally, the boat's engine started to wind down. I slowly turned and stretched to see past Carina's shoulder. The black, jagged silhouette of Hohokam Island loomed up in contrast with the fading pink and gray sky. I was rudely transported back to reality as the boat softly came to a rest on the sandy surface of a deserted beach. I had my arms down my sides as I rested the palms of my hands on the six inches or so of womanly thigh flesh that protruded out on each side of my upper legs. I began to feel goose bumps prickling up all over as I slowly and sensually traced the curves of her enormous thighs with my fingers. Behind my shoulder blades, in the center of each of the two large, fleshly mounds that jutted out from her chest I could feel her nipples becoming as hard as steel. Because of the fact that she was only wearing her bikini on the boat ride, Carina was freezing. I slid off of her lap and decided to try my luck at being her knight in shining armor. With a smile, I looked up into Carina's eyes and I offered her the only thing that I had that might keep her warm, which was my t-shirt. I explained to her that that small gesture was the least I could do considering the fact that while I was on her lap, her massive body had completely shielded me from the cutting, cold wind that blew off the lake. I also assured her that the shirt would look a lot better on her than on me and after shooting down her obligatory objections, I finally took it off and gave it to her. She took it from me and when she put it on, I was amazed and astounded. This black Hurley shirt that was oversized on me, fit her like a second skin. Her luscious, gravity defying breasts jutted out through the cotton material and stretched it so that the circular emblem on the front of the shirt actually became a wide oval. The bottom of the shirt, which usually hung loosely down below my waist, stopped right above her tanned navel. At that instant, I could tell that the reality of our comparative sizes was finally dawning on her. She looked embarrassed and surprised at the same time as she peeled my shirt back off. We both had been so absorbed in the drunken festivities of the day and with each other's personalities that the fact that I was a Lilliputian and she was Gullivera had never really solidified in her mind. She had very expressive eyes. Even after spending just a day with her, it was pretty easy to read her countenance and understand what she was thinking and feeling. I stood there drinking in her gigantic form which was about five feet in front of me and still faintly illuminated by the setting sun. As I looked into her eyes, her expression went from one of surprise and embarrassment to amusement and contemplation. Her body language seemed to change in a way that I really can't describe. This was a different Carina, she was sensual and intimidating and sweet and predatorial all at the same time. As her eyes locked onto mine, a nervous, achy feeling of both fear and arousal washed over me. I remember feeling the same way before I got my first kiss in junior high. It was probably how Louis and Clark felt before they entered unexplored territory.

She slowly glided up to me and stood about six inches away with the bottoms of her breasts protruding outward and invading my personal space. I craned my neck back and instinctively took a step backwards. A bright smile slowly appeared across her face as she towered over me with her hands on her hips. It was obvious that she was fully aware and extremely fascinated with the immense physical superiority that she now knew she had over me. As we stood there, we began to talk, but the conversation was shallow and meaningless. All of the communication took place between our eyes. Without saying a threatening word or laying a finger on me, she had completely overwhelmed me psychologically. I felt like her prey. My knees were starting to get weak and my mouth was beginning to get dry. I didn't feel terribly threatened, but at some subconscious level, I knew that a shift in power was taking place and that there was nothing I could do about it. The moment ended and the trance was broken by the drunken laughter of my friends in the distance. There was a new unspoken understanding between Carina and I. She was still the woman and I was still the man. She never stopped being perfectly feminine and gentle, but there was no doubt in either of our minds as to who was in charge. The strange thing was that it didn't bother me at all. It was only natural, I guess. When we finally rejoined the rest of our group, a raging, crackling bonfire was burning as it faintly illuminated the sharp, rocky formations that enclosed our little cove area with a bright orange glow. We all circled around the fire, drank beer, philosophized, and watched with wonder as an occasional spark would explode upwards toward the myriad of bright stars that were beginning to reveal themselves in the heavens above us.

One thing that I had learned about Carina was that she only smoked weed. Something had happened in her past that had really turned her against alcohol. Understanding that sobriety around a bunch of raving, drunk people is less than fun, I persuaded my one of my friends into rolling me up a nice fat joint so that Carina could get faded along with us. When the oblong shaped, California Chronic filled joint was finally in my hand, I made discrete eye contact with Carina. After making a little smoking gesture with my fingers, her face lit up like a kid on Christmas morning. We excused ourselves and told everyone that we were going for a walk. I grabbed a long, cylindrical flashlight out of the boat and we slipped into the darkness. With the bright, white beam of the dancing around on the desert terrain in front of us, we hiked up a little hill and came back down the other side, never losing sight of the water. For about ten minutes, we walked along the rocky shoreline until finally discovering a another secluded little cove that surrounded a small, sandy beach. When we were sure there weren't any people around, I flipped the on the yellow Florissant light that was incased in the side of the flashlight and wedged it into an outcropping in the rocks. The ambient glow illuminated the whole area. When we had sufficiently explored our new little hideaway, I pulled out my lighter and stretched my arm up to ignite the joint which was now resting between Carina's luscious lips. As it was being lit, she inhaled two huge drags of the aromatic smoke into her lungs and as she slowly blew it out, she passed the joint back to me, coughing ever so slightly. We smoked that thing down, passing it back and forth until it was nearly gone. By then, we were both definitely feeling good.

By the time the festivities were about to come to an end, I made an insightful comment about how when smoke is passed from one person's lungs to another's, it makes the high better for the second person and actually saves smoke. Basically, I made the whole thing up as an excuse to kiss her. Looking up into her big green eyes which were faintly illuminated by the glow of the Florissant light, I knew that this was the moment of truth. A sly smile formed across her lips as she stepped closer and exclaimed, "We'd better try that, you know, ummm, because of the health befits and all". We were both so high at that the moment that it felt like the entire world around us was glowing. I held the joint up to my lips, took a big drag, and held the smoke in as I moved forward towards her. I walked up to her and stood up on my tippy toes expectantly. She just gazed down at me and made no effort to bend or meet me halfway. She just stood there at her full height with a bad case of perm-a-grin plastered to her face. For about 30 seconds, the longest 30 of my life, she teased me with comments like: "looks like you need to grow a few inches there, stud" and "Well, I guess this isn't going to work, is it".

Just when I couldn't hold my breath any longer, she did something that I will never forget. Before I could even react, her huge, strong hands reached out and found their way underneath my armpits. Without any visible strain or even a change in facial expression, she plucked me off of the sandy ground so that my eyelevel was a couple of inches above her own. Like I was a stuffed animal, she held me out at arms length with a predatorial look in her eyes. Having never been lifted like that before by anyone, let alone by a girl, I instinctively freaked out. I couldn't believe what was happening. The fact that I was stoned made the situation even more surreal. I coughed out a lung full of smoke and feebly grabbed onto her forearms, looking down at her in dismay. For the first time that night, I was at a complete loss for words.

As I looked down at her, I could see genuine look of concern on her face. She started to softly reassure me, telling me things like "I had never been safer than I was at that moment" and "Everything was going to be all right" and she "Wouldn't ever hurt me". I quickly came to my senses as the melodic tone of her sweet voice permeated my soul and brought warmth and security where the fear had been. She smiled when she saw that I was beginning to trust her and slowly brought my now semi-relaxed body closer to her and gently held me. Carina explained that the only reason she had been holding me out at arms length was because she knew I'd panic and didn't want me to kick her.

I was still in a state of semi disbelief as the sensation of our bodies being pressed together by her powerful arms swept over me. I instinctively wrapped my arms around her neck. The warmth of her body and the beautiful features of her face which were for the first time up close and personal were the only things I was aware of. One at a time, I felt her reposition her hands. She put her right hand underneath my posterior to support the weight of my body and ran the fingers of her left through my hair and down my neck, sending chills of ecstasy down my spine. My resolve was weakening rapidly and I felt myself warm up to her like never before. It was a weird sensation. I was totally helpless in the arms of a seventeen year old girl with my feet dangling a foot over the sand. At that moment I was more attracted to her than any other woman before her. My lust for her was definitely in full swing, but it was more than that. Looking into her eyes, I trusted her. It felt like we were connected at a core level.

Our lips slowly connected and we started kissing, slowly at first, then more and more passionately. Her hand, which was encompassing most of my rear end started to slowly add pressure, pressing my crotch against her and slowly gyrating me into her lean, flat stomach. With one hand, she was able to manipulate my bodyweight like I was a rag-doll, moving my crotch up and down and around, grinding me in little half circles up against the solid, smooth flesh of her midsection. We began to kiss more and more passionately. I could feel perspiration begin to build up on the back of her neck. It was obvious that what she was doing to me was turning her on like crazy. The feeling of having absolute power and control over my body was without doubt, Carina's hot button. I wasn't exactly complaining either. Never in my wildest dream had I ever imagined this scenario.

To my surprise, she stopped kissing and pumping me up and down at the same time. Looking into my eyes with a blank look of pure, unadulterated lust and without saying a word, she wrapped her left arm around my upper torso. With that, she released my butt and just let me dangle from her one massive arm. I was completely hers at that moment, she knew it and I knew it. A smile slowly reappeared on her face as she softly whispered, "You ready?" Completely entranced, all I could manage were a few nods. With that, Carina's right hand slowly glided down my left side, her nails lightly tickling my soft skin in the process. Her soft fingers lightly spanned the area at the bottom of my ribcage and slid across onto my stomach, creating a space between our bodies. A wave of ecstasy shot though me as her thumb and index finger slowly slipped under the waistband of my swimming suit and lightly tugged at the drawstring. After undoing the string, Carina gave the waistband a light pull to loosen it and then moved her hand down to grasp the bottom of the swimming suit near the back of my knees. I felt her grip the material and with a quick jerk she sent my only article of clothing hurtling to the sand below. With my right hand, I reached over her shoulder through her jungle of soft, black hair and followed the neoprene bra strap down the small of her back. With both hands now supporting my naked butt, Carina lifted me a few inches higher and to the right so that I could have a better reach. I ran my hands down and around the small of her back until I found the connector. Using one hand, I unfastened it with speed and skill that would have made Sam Malone proud. As I pulled both ends around their respective sides, she shifted my weight from her right hand to the left and then back again, each time just long enough to get the straps out from around her arms. Her breasts were pale compared to the rest of her body but I could have cared less. They were the most spectacular orbs of womanhood I had ever seen. Each were the size of a cantaloupe melon. They were also firm and very perky. I expected them to droop at least a little without the support of a bra, but surprisingly, they completely retained their form! I couldn't take my eyes off of them as I slowly reached down to examine the merchandise.

Slowly and methodically, I began to trace the edges of both half dollar sized nipples at the same time, using the tips of my fingers. Carina let out a sigh of ecstasy as I began to massage her breasts with increasing intensity. It was as if she was in a trance. She even forgot to lower me back down to the height I had been at before. My chin was at her forehead level. For several minutes, I gazed down at her from close to 8 feet off the ground, giving her the boob job of the century. It was a completely surreal experience. Finally, the blank look on her face brightened as she looked at me with intense desire. With that, she lowered me back down to her eye level and passionately kissed me.

In a whisper, she instructed me to hold on to her. I wrapped my arms around her neck and lifted my legs up either side of her to straddle her waist. When I had latched myself securely onto her, she released her grip on me and peeled off her bikini bottom. She had been holding my one hundred and forty pound body off of the ground for what seemed like an eternity. I thought she had to have been ready to pass out or put me down at any second, so you can imagine my surprise at what happened next. The second that bikini bottom hit the sand, her eyes told me playtime was over. The look on her face was one of intense desire. That same mixture of fear and desire that had swept over me when we first arrived was back with a vengeance. The grip that her right hand had on my backside tightened and I couldn't feel her left hand any more. I tried to say something like, "Be nice", but I didn't even make it that far. Her open left hand forcefully slid up my neck with her palm open to grip the back of my head. It was an irresistible force. The next thing I knew, our lips were locked together. We kissed with an intensity I didn't know was possible. With my legs still tightly wrapped around her waist, she pressed my body into hers with surprising force. I felt my smaller, more fragile body being completely conformed to the strong, feminine curves of her gigantic frame. As I explored the ample mounds of womanhood that protruded from her chest, I noticed that her nipples had become rock hard again. As I continued to caress her breasts, her left hand descended back down to rejoin the other around my lower regions. Carina shifted her two gigantic hands around to span my hips. After she did that, she began to grind my groin into the soft, smooth area below her belly button. As her spectacular body started to lightly perspire, the sweat allowed her manipulate my body up and down more easily. I felt Carina widen her feet slightly in the sand. All I could do was stare at her in disbelief and hold on to her straining upper arms as she slowly lowered my body down, down, and then up until I was inside of her. Immediately, she began to grind me up and down in a circular motion between her massive thighs. My entire body was like a tiny plaything for this powerful young amazon. With just the power of her mighty arms, she pumped me in and out and in and out until both of us exploded in a symphony of bliss. Breathing heavily and completely spend, we slowly descended down to the sandy surface below us and silently held each other for hours. After a while, the battery in the flashlight flickered and finally gave way, leaving us in complete darkness with the swirling Milky Way hovering above us.

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