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I met Champa when I was in the first year of my graduation. She was a friend of my elder sister and we lived in the same neighbourhood. I studied in a residential engineering college near Pune and used to stay in the college hostel. We were allowed to visit home during weekends, and it was during such a visit that I first came across her.
She was unusually tall for an Indian girl – I think about six feet four inches in height and build proportionately at that crazy height. Her strong and robust build made her resemble a giantess and she oozed strength and confidence. I later gathered that she was an athlete – a shot putter and discus thrower, and also a star basketball and volleyball player playing for the University.
I had a weakness for big, tall and healthy girls since my childhood, and I could not conceal my excitement when I first saw her, but she being my elder sisters friend, I had no option but to control my emotions. My sister introduced me to her. She looked into my eyes deeply and said – oh you are cute!
I was about five feet six inches tall at that time and weighed about 50 kgs, and felt insulted at being called cute, notwithstanding the fact that she was almost a foot taller than me and looked to be more than double my weight. She smiled at me and extended her big hand to me, presumably for a handshake. I hesitated but put forward my hand to meet hers. Her big hand just enveloped mine and she squeezed it hard, almost crushing my bones. I felt immense pain but had to conceal all that being a man. Champa seemed to be enjoying my predicament as she continued to hold and squeeze my much smaller hand, with a naughty smile in her eyes. She released my hand almost after a full minute when my face had turned red in shame and anger. She then patted me on my back and brushed her fingers through my hair, letting a big sigh out. See you again dear – she said and left the place.
I was simply dumbstruck by her display of strength and dominance and began to lust for her in the deep of my mind. There was however no way that I could meet her again or express my feelings for her. I went back to the hostel but could not ever stop thinking about her. The thought of her big strong hand squeezing mine, and her huge strong overwhelming body looming above me kept reappearing every night.
It was nearing evening on a day almost two months later when I reached our home. It had been raining incessantly since the morning and many of the streets were waterlogged. As I waded through the waters and entered the home, I saw Champa again and my heartbeat became faster. She was there on the bed enjoying a game of ludo with my sister. My sister told me to change the wet clothes and made me a hot cup of tea. As I was sipping the tea, Champa wanted to leave. It was dark by now, and my sister requested me to escort Champa to her house.
It was a silly custom, but women in those days were not allowed to move alone after dusk. Not even if she was a six and a half feet giantess capable of taking on four normal men bare handed. So I went with her, with an umbrella in my raised right arm as it was still raining. I tried to protect her head from the rain and raised the umbrella to the level I could reach, but that was simply not enough. She laughed at my predicament and deftly snatched the umbrella from my trembling hands. She then held it above her head using her left hand and pulled me closer to her body with her right hand. I tried to resist her pull, but she did not seem to even feel it. Her big hand embraced my shoulders and neck, and she clung me to her protectively, my shoulder reaching the level of her belly button and my sides brushing against her huge thighs and massive buttocks. I was in heaven – the sides of her huge right thigh, easily wider than my chest felt big and soft, and I felt protected from all evils under the sun.
The rain suddenly intensified, and the small umbrella was proving thoroughly inadequate to even guard the broad shoulders of my goddess. Water poured on both of us, drenching us like anything. My problem was that the thin material of my trousers got completely soaked in rainwater, almost exposing my unavoidable erection. But to my great relief, that had somehow escaped the attention of Champa, and she continued to enjoy the rain, oblivious of my danger. Water had in the meantime soaked her blouse making the huge basketball sized breasts prominent, and I continued to enjoy her gigantic beauty to the content of my heart.
She suddenly screamed
– Oh you are completely drenched like a crow! Do not go outside the umbrella and get yourself wet any further! You will catch cold. Come, come more closer to me. Saying this she pressed me closer to her warm body. I tried to resist instinctively and tried to move away from her steel grip. That amused her. She looked down on me and hissed - so you think you can escape from me? No way dear! Champa is too strong for you.
She then stooped a little and encircled my back and buttocks with her big strong arm and then seemingly with no effort, raised me above the ground using with her right hand only. My body was cradled in her right arm, and she did it so effortlessly that it seemed I had no weight at all! I was just dumbstruck and instinctively struggled to free myself. My fight was of very little use as her huge powerful arm encircled me like a python. Such was the strength of that single arm squeezing my body that I was on the verge of suffocating. Oh what a cutie pie! You are so light and cuddly! No match for a big and strong woman like me! Said Champa. We had by this time reached her place, which was apparently locked. She did not put me down, but opened the lock using her left hand, and carried me inside her house.