Amazon Cousin (rewrite by newmark42) by newmark42

Zach's 8'11" cousin comes to stay with him and offers to return the favor any way he pleases. (original story concept by Chelgi)

Categories: Breasts, Young Adult 20-29, Body Exploration, Gentle Characters: None
Growth: Amazon (7 ft. to 15 ft.)
Shrink: None
Size Roles: F/m
Warnings: Following story may contain inappropriate material for certain audiences
Challenges: None
Series: Amazon Cousin
Chapters: 3 Completed: Yes Word count: 10622 Read: 80182 Published: March 26 2010 Updated: May 12 2010

1. Chapter 1: Introductions by newmark42

2. Chapter 2: Movie Night by newmark42

3. Chapter 3: Morning Shower by newmark42

Chapter 1: Introductions by newmark42
Author's Notes:
Rewrite of Chelgi's 'Amazon Cousin'
Copyright by Newmark 2/15/2006

[slightly edited original opener by Chelgi]

I stared at the most awesome woman I had ever seen, and she was standing in my doorway looking down at me with beautiful dark blue eyes..Staring down from above the top of the doorway........way above.......! I barely came up to her waist! She looked more than ten feet tall.............a giantess! But in spite of her tremendous size, the thing that really captured my eyes were the gigantic mountains protruding from her chest. She looked like she was smuggling basketballs in the sheer white blouse she was wearing. I developed an instant hard-on.

"Zach....?" She had a hesitant smile on her plush red lips, but I had to tear my eyes away from those mountainous mammaries to look up and see it.

"Yeah.......I'm Zach.....Helen.......? You're my cousin Helen? Oh, my God!"

"It's all right isn't it? I mean.........Aunt Patty said, that you said I could stay here for a few days until I got my own place."

"Oh, God......yes, yes....sure. I mean Mom didn't tell me.....I mean........I was expecting a teen-ager.................I mean.....Oh, God....come on in."

I stared at her some more, then moved back from the door so she could come in. I wasn't sure she could make her way inside, the top of the frame was barely above her magnificent chest, and her hips seemed nearly as wide as the door. Crouching slightly she bent from the waist, and slipped inside with a grace and ease I would never have believed possible from such a huge person.

The massiveness of her gigantic body seemed to fill the room completely. I stood there awestruck as I gazed up at her. She was gorgeous, yet it was like standing right up against the side of an elephant, or swimming alongside a whale. There is a feeling of awe, a terrific combination of terror mixed with desire for such a beautiful woman. There is a feeling of love for this magnificently huge animal, and yet there is nervousness and fear of her sheer size. You want to be friends, and yet you feel so small, so tiny and vulnerable beside such a tremendous animal.

Looking down on me she grinned, "Well, I am only eighteen, and we might as well get over the rest of the stupid questions, and make friends. I'm eight feet eleven inches tall, weigh four hundred thirty five pounds, and wear special ordered shoes too big to have a size..............and the air up here is fine."

I responded, "I'm twenty five, five feet nine, a hundred sixty five pounds, and wear size eight shoes that come right off the shelf. The view from down here is terrific, and I make it a point not to ask stupid questions like those, particularly from a girl as beautiful as you."

She was enormous......and I don't mean fat, robust at the most, a solid muscular outdoor type girl. She looked like a girl that would be in a beach scene in a James Bond movie......if she were half her height. The top of my head barely came up to her beautifully rounded bosom, and when she straightened up her's soared up level with the balcony in my A-frame cabin. If I wasn't living in an A-frame she couldn't have stood up at all. Her legs were beautifully shaped pillars of muscle that seemed nearly as tall as I was. Lovely tan legs with a tight skirt that didn't come half way down those sleek powerful looking thighs, and then those boobs. I simply couldn't get over the size of her gigantic tits. They were absolutely titanic! I had seen women with huge tits before, but when the tits look that big, and the woman carrying them is nine feet tall.... they are absolutely gargantuan. They stood out from her chest in youthful defiance of gravity, straining the seams of her blouse. It was all I could do to keep from simply reaching up and grabbing one of those gigantic melons to see if a tit that big was real.

Any question of reaching up and grabbing those mammoth globes was held in check by one look at the size of her arms and hands. Her massive biceps were as big around as my thighs, and her arms looked as long as my legs. Every part of her was huge, and I was completely entranced by the sheer massiveness of her gigantic body. Even the titanic tits I was staring at were well above my head. I looked up at the beautiful face smiling down at me and thought, this was how a midget must feel with a big gorgeous woman.

"Zach, you're all right! Mom said you were terrific, and a great guy, I guess she was right. Thanks for taking me in."

"Mom," was my aunt Leta, and she was my favorite aunt. I'll say favorite, she had introduced me to sex when I was sixteen, and has been fucking me every since, with my full cooperation. Fortunatly not a blood relative, she had divorced my mother's brother years back, but still kept in touch with me. After the divorce she was a bit of a wild child, and I knew she had a daughter during the short time she was married to some big trucker. However, I had never seen Helen, or even heard anything about her. Leta was six feet eight and the trucker was over six and a half feet tall, I expected a big girl, but nothing like this; this giantess was impossible. And, if Helen was anything like her mother I was in for one hell of a time.

She bent down, and reached out to me, as if to kiss me hello. I reached up over my head to put my hands on her shoulders, and her big hands grasp my sides snatching me off the ground like I was a little child. Wrapping her huge arms around me she hugged me to her massive body as though I was her favorite stuffed toy. Her tremendous arms were as powerful as steel cables. My back popped and cracked as she squeezed me in her Amazonian arms with such force that couldn't inhale. Yet it felt terrific, I don't know when had enjoyed a hug as much. I thought my ribs would break as she crushed me against the youthful firmness of her gigantic tits. They were real all right, and so huge and cushiony
wanted her to hold me against them forever.

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A moment later she set me back down and turned to close the door behind her. As she moved I couldn't help but stare at her, in awe of her incredible size. She reached her right arm down to the corner of the door and stepped back towards me as she swung it around. As I inched back to make space, my back now against the coat rack, her rear end loomed uncomfortably large in front of me. I was left with the feeling that my entryway was simply too small for us both.

As she bent over to reach for the handle and gently latch it, her butt came towards me and I had nowhere to go. Attempting not to fall, I instinctively wrapped my arms around her to catch myself, my hands barely clasping eachother around her waist. She obviously felt herself bump me over as she let out a short "oops" sound. She braced her hand on top of mine as she stood back up, briefly lifting me off the ground, and my body colliding with the back of her legs as as my grip around her waist held. As I let my grip go, my arms slid a few inches down her hips and I felt her hand bracing my back as my feet reconnected with the floor. I looked up to a view of her twisting around while she steadied me. "I'm sorry, I try hard not to bump into things, but it's not easy." I was simply still stunned by her body. As she turned, with her hand still steadying me against her, my head pressed firmly up into her right breast. I could not see her face as she spoke. "You okay down there?"

The way I was still grasping around her waist was embarassing, "Yes. I'm sorry, I just lost my footing. I didn't mean to grab you." I steaded myself against her, removing my hands from around her and placing them on the waistline of her skirt. As we both stepped away from eachother, the feeling of her clothed breast dragging against me and slipping down my forehead had my undivided attention. Her hands took mine as she squatted down to make eye contact, her head now just above mine.

With her head at my level, she spoke quietly and her words felt more intimate. "No no, I'm sorry. I'll be more careful." Her eyes scanned around behind me to take in the rest of my house. "Thanks again for letting me stay. Where do you want me?"

"I had planned for you to stay in the guest room, but that was before I realized the circumstances." I stepped into the living room and ran the options through my head. The entryway and living room were plenty tall enough for her, as they were vauled to the top of the a-frame. However, the guest room sat on the first floor and would be quite a squeeze. "Let me give you the quick tour and we'll figure it out. Leave your things there."

I led her over to the main floor hallway and into the guest room. The typically generous seven and a half foot ceilings were more than a foot to short for her. However, she was quiet adept at navigating standard size houses, and effortlessly made it into the room and squeezed by me. This is when I realized the real challenge. Even sitting on the bed with her back to the wall, her feet reached to the very end of the bed. "You don't need to go out of your way for me, this is great." She wiggled her toes. "As you can imagine, I'm pretty used to fitting where I have to."

With her eyes now at the same level as mine, I struggled to stay focused on them. "Besides, I need to get used to this," she turned to peer around the room. "Soon I'll be off at college where I'll be sharinga room this size." She placed her hands in her lap and looked back at me. "Can you imagine stepping into your dorm for the first time and seeing me there to greet you?" Accentuating "me", she squeezed her arms together, creating a distracting view of cleavage down her v-neck tshirt. It was obviously intended as simply a cute gesture, but having just had her breast pressed against me, I was immediately distracted and stared down at her. At this point all I could imagine was how it would feel to lift her massive breasts.

A moment later I tried to cover by moving towards the closet to explain the room. "While it's hard to imagine, I can see what it will be like." I opened the closet doors. "You're welcome to use this room however you like." I slipped open each one of the dresser drawers to assure they were empty. There was a single t-shirt left in one of the drawers which I removed to empty it for Helen.

"Thanks so much Zach." She reached her arm out inviting a hug, nearly reaching me in this small room. I moved towards her and set the tshirt on her to free my arms up. I reached my arm around her neck, and before I knew it she had swept me up and I was sitting on her lap. "I know how close you and my mother are, and she insisted I should be very appreciative..." She squeezed me tight, landing her breasts acros my legs in the process. I couldn't help stare down the opening in her shirt. This, and the feeling of her breasts on me, one of them right in my lap, was causing quite a reaction. I felt myself harden and poke up into her breast. On the one hand, I was starting to feel self-concious, on the other hand, my mind was fixated on the size of the breast pressing down into my lap. My arm was stretched across her, and as I softended the grip on her neck, I enjoyed the feeling of my elbow resting on her chest. It was obvious now that it would barely cup one of her huge breasts. Her finger lifted my face so our eyes could meet. "I told her I'd be sure you never wanted me to leave. If there is anything I can do for you while I'm here, you let me know." She had a look in her eye that meant trouble.

Her saucy response caught me off guard and snapped me out of my trance. She looked to expect a response. I was not sure what she meant, and I doubted she really knew how closer her mother and I had been. Visions of my Aunt Patty and I in inappropriately sexual situations sent my mind spinning, but this was her 18 year old daugter. "Okay... sure."

I was cradled in her arm, and as she brought her other hand to my shoulder to give me another squeeze, she pinned my left arm against her breast. "That wasn't very convincing. I mean it," she stared down at her own cleavage and squeezed it together in her arms, and then looked back up at me, "anything at all. Promise?" I felt myself stiffen further against her. She had caught me in a funny position, and I was poking right up into her breast in a way she had to notice. I was deeply aroused. Although involuntary, in this position I my left arm was cradling her breast into my lap, and I felt myself loosing composure.

"Yes, I promise." I thought this would bring on a release, but she held firm. As I contined to harden, I started to become physically uncomfortable. Her breast and my pants kept me poking straight up into her. She held me there, making it painfully obvious to both of us that I needed to adjust.

She intently looked down towards our situation for a moment, "need something?"

I didn't want to go anywhere, but I obviously needed to be freed from her grasp. "Yes, I do." I thought for a moment about how to phrase my request. "I'm a little uncomfortable." Apparently she didn't need any more information.

"Let's see what I can do." She slipped her left hand under her breast and adjusted me so I was no longer poking up into her. Then, she left it there, gently moving her fingers back and forth on me. "Better?" I was staring down at her breast, moving slightly from her hand underneath. She tipped my head back up to meet her eyes. I stared at her for a moment with no response, completedly fixed on the feeling of her continued stroking. Then she moved her fingers around me in a way which caused waves of pleasure and I involuntarily rolled my eyes up away from her. She could tell I enjoyed it as she did it a few more times before settling back to a simpler stroking. When I retained my composure I looked her back in the eye and saw a look of satisfaction. "Better?" I shook my head yes, somewhat at a loss for words. She whispered to me, "Ooh, I've been wanting to get my hands on you since I walked in, but mother didn't tell me how big you are."

I let out a giggle at the irony of her statement and looked her in the eye. "Mother didn't tell you how big _I_ was?" I slipped my arm around her breast and pulled it against me. "Ever since you walked in...." I felt her nipple harden through her bra and tshirt and started to knead it. "I've been aching to feel you. Especially since I felt your breast drag against me in our hug."

"Ohh, did you think that was unintentional?" She said coyly. "I was just playing. Mother warned me that you like the tall girls with large breasts, so I knew we'd hit it off." She was still stroking me underneath her breast, and I pulled her mouth to mine and we smothered eachother in a passionate kiss. As we freed ourselves, her hand took mine and traced it in very deliberate circles over each of her breasts, which I continued on my own. "I meant what I said, whatever you need while I'm here, you let me know. Which would you like to finish first, you or the tour?"

I was deeply aroused but decided to continue the game. "Your offer is very generous, and before I take you up on it, you'll need the full tour." She let up on me, and a few moments later I realized I was still staring at and tracing circular patterns around her huge breasts, and she was still stroking me.

"You sure?" She repeated the motion which had earlier driven me crazy and I again felt waves of pleasure running through me. This time she kept it up, and the more she continued the more my entire body stiffened and spasmed. I couldn't bring myself to stop her, but it was clear this motion was not going to bring me to climax. In another few minutes I was making soft shreking noises and realized she was just playing with me. I broke free of her and slipped off the bed, taking a moment to adjust myself. "Hmm. For a moment there I thought you might want a tour of something else. You tell me if you want more," she smirked. She reached down for the tshirt I left on her, and held it over herself. It was a men's tech tshirt with the title, "powerful things come in big packages", depicting a refridgerator sized server. It looked like it would barely cover her breasts. "Ooh, perfect."

She slipped off the bed and set the tshirt on the dresser. Hunched over to keep her head from hitting the ceiling, she put her hands on my shoulders and pulled me back into her, my head settling between her breasts. "Ready when you are." She obviously leaned down, pressing the weight of her breasts down onto my head intentionally. As reached my hands above my head to feel her, she took my hands in hers and we pushed both breasts onto my head. She rocked back and forth to slide her breasts against me. "Whenever you want to get started...." She continued rocking back and forth.

I looked up at her staring down at me. "You're amazing. Let's go." I took her hand and led her out of the guest room.

After showing her the bathroom without entering, we reached my room. The bed in there is larger, and the ceilings are vaulted up higher. She was able to stand straight. She immediately sat on the edge of the bed and after an adjustment to her skirt, spread her legs. "This will be nice". She was impossibly sexy, her arms stroking her legs, and her panties clearly showing. On account of my higher bed, her breasts were right in front of me. I walked up to her, and cupped one hand on either side of them and looked up at her. She had a terribly seductive look. "Well?" Just as I started down to take her breast in my mouth, she leaned back on her arms, slipping away from me and exposing her bare tummy. I took the playful hint and after a brief grind into her crotch, I backed away.

"Next room," I reached my hand out for her as if I could help her up off the bed.

Last I showed her the loft, which I used as a theatre room, The center of the loft was plenty tall for her to stand in, but it was iffy near the sides of the house where the ceiling was lower. We sat down next to eachother on the couch, and I gave her a quick demo of the theatre, including surround sound. I could tell she wasn't that interested in the technical details when she started to tease me again. Her arm was around behind me on the couch, and she laid her hand on my shouder and pulled me towards her. "Any more rooms to see?" I started to shake my head no when her other hand came to the back of my head and pulled my face up against her breast. Her hand resisted my head turning away from her, and in a moment my face was pressed against her huge breast. She eased up and looked down at me. "Are you sure? You said the full tour."

In haste I hadn't shown her the master bath, but that could wait. "Yes, that's the full tour." She pulled me back against her breast and I felt smothered for a moment.

"Okay, then it's time for me to take care you." I felt her hand in my crotch, and she gently lifted, bringing my head into her lap. She left her hand there on my crotch, and we could both feel me growing. She stroked the outside of my pants, but I couldn't see her face. "I like how quickly you respond to me." She pressed the stretched area of her shirt between her breasts flat against her chest so we could make eye contact. "Comfy down there?" I shook my head yes, and reached my hand up to pull her breast down towards me. It didn't really work as planned. "Want something?" She could sense what I was doing, and again lifted my head up to press me into her breast. Her eyes were hidden from view by her shirt as she slipped her fingers underneath the waist of my pants. I was still growing, now peaking out of the top of my pants, and she was stroking me bare when she stopped abruptly. "This simply won't do, I need to see you." She quickly pulled her shirt up over her head, allowing us to see eachother in the valley between her huge breasts. I was immediately distracted by the new view offered without her shirt on. I started to massage her nipple, but again couldn't bring her breast to my mouth. She was now unbuttoning my pants and could see my struggles. She cupped her breast and massaged it lightly. "Want something?"

"Yes, please take your bra off?" She reached behind her back and quickly undid the clasps, tossing her bra onto the coffee table. While her breasts are very firm, the lack of support freed them to rest one each on my forehead and mouth.

"Of course, need anything else?" I repositioned to bring one of her nipples into my mouth and heard her make a calm sound of pleasure. She returned her hand to my cock and began to stroke and massage me as she stared down at me. "I'm glad you like big breasts." She dragged her nipple up and down across my face. "But have you ever felt breasts this big?" I started to shake my head as she leaned herself down over me, and I felt a single breast spill over both sides of my face. I felt her nipple across my mouth and sucked hard on it. She straightened up to look at me. "We can't stop with just one." She slipped the other breast over my face. I could feel her nipple on my closed eyes, as the other breast spilled onto my chest. As she again broke free. "Well, have you ever had a girl drag her big breasts in your face?"

Of course I had, but it had never felt this good. I was in extacy, both from being smothered, and from her continued stroking of my cock. "Yes, I have." I reached up to massage her. "But they have never been half the size as one of yours."

"Ohh you have, have you." She shot me a playful look. Her stroking stopped as I felt both her hands under me. She lifted me and slowly moved me side to side below her, with her breasts pressed into and dragging on top of me. "Have you ever had a girl drag her big breasts down your entire body?"

"Yes, I have." She slid me up further and let her breast slip between my legs. I involuntarily squeezed my legs around it, and enjoyed the sensation of it dragging slowly back up across my crotch. "But I've never had my body dragged up and down across big breasts."

She stopped with my crotch in her lap and shot me a grin. "Ohh, you have, have you." Her huge hand slipped around my cock and stroked it a few times before pressing it against her tummy with her palm. "Seems you've already been treated quite well by someone." She reached to grab two cushions and slid one under my back and one into her lap under my rear end. The cushions lifted me up high enough that my cock now rested between her breasts, and I could feel it brushing them. She placed one hand on either side of her breasts, pressing inward and trapping me in her cleavage. "Let's make sure you're not missing anything." She proceeded to turn her body back and forth, dragging me around between her breasts. Then she lifted both breasts, pressed them together hard while forcing them down over me until they were firmly in my lap. The feeling of me parting her breasts drove me crazy, and I pressed my hips hard up into her. After repeating this cycle a few more times, she lay her breasts into my lap and I felt her hands massaging my genitals. The head of my cock was still buried deep inside her massive cleavage. "Have you ever had a girl titty fuck you until you came?" She held her breasts squeezed around me with one arm and slipped her other hand between her breasts to massage my head with her fingers. I rhythmically pushed up into her in a crazed state. This was like nothing I had ever felt before. It was like having entered someone, while something deep inside massaged me directly. Each thrust I tried to get myself back into her fingers to feel her run patterns around the head of my cock. Then she stopped firm. "Well? Have you ever had a girl titty fuck you?"

I desperately wanted her to continue. "Uhmm... yes, but please don't stop." I gyrated around trying to restart her adeptly massaging me. "Please, please, I want more." She stared massaging me again.

"Ohh you like this do you?" She again lifted her breasts up and pressed them firmly around me as she stroked downward and leaned down onto me. The firm slow stroke was followed by a faster lighter strokes. I started nodding my head and bucking up into her slightly, each time her breasts bouncing on my crotch. I had been placed between breasts before, but never like this. She let them rest and slipped her hand back inside to massage me. "Well, as much as you seem to be enjoying this, I'm looking for a first, so you'll have to wait until later for more."

"No. Please. More." She continued stroking me between her breasts as she let a distracted and puzzled look come over her face. It was not enough to bring me to climax, only to want more. In fact, I wanted more of everything she had done this evening, but especially this. I could see she wanted to try something next, but I desperately wanted more of this. "Please more. I've never had a girl titty fuck me to climax." This renewed her interest and she picked up her massaging me.

"Ohh no? Well in that case, I don't want you missing out." She gave me a little nod and slipped her breasts up and pressed them together around the head. She pushed them back and forth but kept them lifted high so I stayed very shallow. "Want something?" She could see me trying to lift up to press deeper up into her cleavage. I nodded at her, but she kept just shallowly teasing me. "Well, perhaps they just weren't _big_ enough". As she said big, she pressed down and firmly slid herself over me. She resumed stroking me with her fingers. "Do you think I'm big enough? If not, I'm sure I can make you come some other way." She smiled at me playfully.

"Yes, please, you're breasts are huge. Please more." She started more lightely stroking and bouncing her breasts up and down around me. She settled again to massage my head with her fingers.

"I bet they were plenty big enough." She continued massaging me, interspersing motions of her breasts back and forth. "I bet you're just more turned on having an 18 year old love slave..." She returned to bouncing her breasts up and down. "...three feet taller than you..." I could feel myself nearing climax, and I started to whimper. "..with breasts as big as your head." she pressed more firmly, "..who will do _anything_ you ask", I moaned as she slid a few long strokes down and back up, "for as long as you need." With that I came hard into her, and bucked a bit violently before settling back down. "What do you think?" She reached over for some tissues to clean us both up.

"I think I don't know what I did to deserve you, but I'm glad I did it. You'll need to let me do something for you."

"Zack, that's so nice of you. You're already so generous letting me stay here. Although there is one thing you can do. I worried with all the help you might need around here, I won't have time to find a place as quickly as I thought. Do you think you can let me stay a bit longer than expected?" She glanced over with a devious smile. "If it's too much trouble I'll understand."

"It is absolutly no trouble at all. I'm happy to help."
Chapter 2: Movie Night by newmark42
Helen had only been around for a week, but we had already settled into an incredibly satisfying and comfortable situation. Before coming home tonight I jokingly pinched myself to make sure I was awake before coming in through the front door. "Hi Zach!" She strolled up to me to welcome me back home wearing another outfit stretched tight to her body. She had explained that being so big, even slightly loose clothing made her look simply fat, so she kept things tasteful but trim. This time it was a cute red sweater and mid-length skirt.

I reached my hands around her waist and hugged her back as she pulled me close to her. Even her friendly hugs felt sexual, due to the various ways her breasts pressed againt me, and she seemed to always play it up. However, this time was different, my head came to rest on her tummy, and she seemed even taller than before. I felt my chin slip into her belly button and looked up a little disoriented. "Are you suddenly taller?"

She smiled down at me. "No silly, I'm just wearing heels." I looked down at her heels, which looked well proportioned but must have been 6 inches tall and were obviously custom made. I looked back up at her and felt further dwarfed by her. I must have given her a wry look, "ohh, if you like I can take them off. I know I'm plenty tall enough already."

"No, no. They're very sexy, it was just a bit disorienting." I guess I still had some disappointment in my voice and she wasn't going to let it slide.

"Great!" She took my hand and led me over to the couch. "Then at least let me give you a _proper_ hug." She lifted me up to stand on the couch, and wrapped her arms around me, pulling the side of my face against one breast, while I stared at the other. As she rocked me back and forth, the weave of her sweater was open enough to see that she was wearing a sexy nearly demi-cup bra underneath. "Better?"

"Yes, much better." I nodded against her. She could hear my discontent drift away. She pulled me tighter and my chin rested on her chestbone as I looked up at her.

"I can see you just needed one of our special hugs as much as I did." Her arms gently squeezed her breasts around my face for a moment before letting go and setting me back on ground level. She walked over to the kitchen and picked up a couple DVD boxes from the counter. "I rented a couple DVDs, I figured we could have a nice relaxing night upstairs."

"Sounds great, what did you pick up?" I headed back for the door to drop my shoes at the door, and take my work gear to my desk.

"I'm in the mood for some camp. I have the remake of 'Attack of the 50ft woman' with Daryl Hannah, and 'Striptease' with Demi Moore." I shot back a playfully disapproving glare at her for her obviously situational movie picks. "Which are you more in the mood for?" She had a saucy look about her, although she often had a saucy look about her.

"Demi is not much of a stripper, let's watch Daryl Hannah." I headed for my room. "I'm going to quickly change first."

I heard her call to me from the other room. "Sounds good, I'm going to start watching the previews."

By the time I was walking up the stairs, the loft was already dark and a movie trailer for 'War of the Worlds' was raging. I could see her dimly lit by the bright flashes on the screen, and she was no longer wearing her sweater and skirt. She had moved the coffee table, was sitting on the floor, and had propped some cushions up behind her against the couch. I made my way over to the couch and was about to sit down next to her when her arm blocked me.

"No no, down here sweetie." She patted between her legs where she had laid down a few blankets for cushion on the floor. So close to her, I could see that she had stripped down to black french cut underwear and some kind of black silk top which barely covered her breasts. I stepped in front of her, and as I sat down I felt her scoot me tight into her crotch. I slipped my arms around her bare legs, and felt myself settle back into her. My head slipped onto her chest, and I could feel my shoulders leaning onto her breasts. "Comfy?" I heard her whisper to me? I scooted back and forth to slip back against her and felt the bottoms of her bare breasts up on my shoulders.

"Very." I slipped my hand up into her silk top and pulled her breast towards me to kiss it. Her nipple was already hard, and I caressed her breast for a minute or so enjoying her response. The opening credits for the movie started and we both diverted our attention to the screen.

The first half of the movie was a bit slow. Drama and dialog set up the themes of the movie. About mid-way through is where Daryl Hannah starts growing. "Ohh here is the good part." She's clearly seen this movie before. "Is that what I look like?" She asked as Daryl Hannah's character becomes 8 feet tall.

"Yes, but more sexy, and with bigger breasts." I again became acutely aware of her breasts resting on my shoulders. I reached one hand behind my back and began to slid my fingers back and forth across her panties. She took my que and started stroking me through my pajamas.

Daryl's character was now outside and growing more rapidly, but I couldn't pay much attention. The feeling of Helen stroking me was demanding all my focus. What little I had left went into attempting to excite her with my hand. "Do you think most men are turned on by the idea of a 50 foot woman?"

I took a look back at the screen. Her breasts were now depicted as nearly a story high. "It's pretty hot seeing breasts as big as I am, but it's just a movie." Helen used her free hand to expose one breast from her silk top. She began to caress her fingers down the curve of her breast, onto my chest, and then back up onto her breast. Each time she urged her breast slightly closer to me.

"So you like the real thing better?" She slipped her other hand down into my pants to free me, and began to stroke my bare skin. "I know you like how tall I am. I wonder if you would like me bigger." I turned my head to watch her caress herself. "Look there, do you see those little men not quite reaching up to her knee?" The attack was on, and Daryl's character was about 40 feet tall already. "If I was that tall, I could slip all of you between my huge full-story tall breasts." Her stroking me was now preventing me from thinking straight. "However, I saw how disappointed you were at our first hug tonight." She slipped her silk top up over her head. "When we hug and my breasts brush against you.." She pressed her bare breast against my face while temporarily quickening her stroking pace. " is never accidental." She took my hand and pulled it up to her mouth, taking in and sucking on a couple of my fingers. She then held my hand to her neck, my arm resting against her breast. "When you touch my neck your arm lays on my breast. You think it's casual enough that I don't notice." Her fingers followed my arm down, tracing where it lay on her breast. "...but I always notice." Her other hand was now kneading my cock between her fingers. "Would you like to see another advantage of my height?" She had my interest peaked, but I couldn't imagine having her stop.

"Yes, but please don't stop yet." She slipped her other hand down to my shaft and quickly alternated brushing me lightly one after the other.

"Ohh, you like this, do you?" I nodded, and used both of my hands to press her breasts in around my head. She started moving faster, and I stared to whimper and moan. I desparately wanted to climax, but what she was doing was obviously designed only to tease. She brought one of my hands to her mouth. "I know how much you like this, but if you let me show you, I promise you'll enjoy it." She took two fingers into her mouth and began to suck on them as she stroked me in unison. After several strokes she drew me out. "However, I'm here to give you anything you need. We can save the new lesson for later if you like."

So far, if I've learned one thing, it's to trust her when she wants to pleasure me. "I'd like to see another advantage to your height, please show me." I experienced momentary regret as she stopped stroking me and gently pushed me forward to free me out from under her breasts.

She held her hand out in front of me. "Stand up." I pushed up from her legs, and immediately felt her turn me around. "We'll need these off." She slipped my pajamas down to my ankles and motioned for me to step out of them. She tossed them aside and straighted up her sitting posture. She hugged me close to her, and my cock slipped alongside her neck. She looked up at me seductively and kissed right above my belly button. She took my cock in one hand and slipped the other behind my lower back to steady me, and tilted her head down. I could feel her first blow gently on me, and then extend her tongue to twirl it around my exposed head. I rested my hands on her shoulders, and looked down to watch this sexy amazon take me fully into her mouth. Then she slipped me out and rubbed me against her neck. "What do you think?"

"I want some more." She kept me rubbing against her neck for a moment, and then gave me another small set of licks before looking back up at me.

"There is plenty more." She placed my hand on her head, and I rubbed my fingers through her hair. "See, I like that when I sit comfortably on the floor," she started to playfully lick me like a lollypop, "you come to just," another lick, "the right," another lick, "height." She again pressed me against her neck, and began kneading me with her fingers. "I think I could be comfortable here for hours, how about you, are you comfortable?"

"Yes, very." The thought of me lasting for hours in her mouth was fairly unimaginable, but I'd love every minute of it. She started to play with me and flick me back and forth across her chin. I tried to push her head down to get back in her mouth, but she calmly resisted.

She continued to stare up at me. "I could get a little bored though, is there anything you'd like me to do while we're here?" She was obviously just playing with me, and I loved every minute of it.

"Yes Helen, please tease me as long as I can take it and then make me come in your mouth."

"Alright, but you asked for it." She became somewhat vigerous and started to twist and twirl herself around me. She alternated between taking me fully inside her, and just issuing short strokes on the tip. Every time I thought she was going to bring me to climax, she would slow down slightly to stop me. After about 20 minutes, she turned me sideways so she could again get a view of the screen and briefly took me out of her mouth. "Enjoying yourself?" I could hardly speak and managed to get a nod in. "Good, mind if I watch a little TV?" She looked up for an answer as she returned to licking me, and I shook my head to confirm.

"You can do whatever you like as long as you keep doing this." She adeptly channel surfed while alternating between stroking patterns. She settled on some type of tv drama which I couldn't possibly pay attention to. Occasionally she took me out of her mouth to stroke me with her fingers, and after about an hour had passed, her motions were much more subtle, and every touch of hers was causing me to convulse. "Please, Please." I pressed my hand to her head to reinforce that I wanted more.

She looked up at me villanously. "Please what? Are you enjoying your tease?" She made several quick strokes, and had to apply pressure to my back to keep me from stumbling.

"Yes, please, make me come." She again slid me into and out of her mouth, and twirled me around until I felt like I was about to burst, stopping just before. My legs were not consistantly shaking, having trouble holding me up.

She began to stroke me with the fingers of both hands. "Are you sure? You said tease you as long as you can take it, and it looks like you can still take it."

I really wanted to climax now, and began to buck and convulse gently. "Yes, please Helen......... I need ....... to ...... I can't ..... take ...... more....." I was whimpering and moaning.S

"Alright, but only because you asked." She took me in her mouth and after a few moments more teasing, started smooth long rythmic strokes. It didn't take long for me to start to reach climax, as she could tell from my sounds. I could feel the vibration of her humming along with my climax, and another minute later I burst into her. After she finished a few more strokes, I involunarily collapsed, and she slid me down into her lap.

"Helen, you're so amazing." I was panting to catch my breath. "I want to pleasure you, tell me what I can do."

"Thank you for the offer. I'll absolutly take you up on it, but right now it looks like you need a little rest." She held me against her body and I quickly drifted off to sleep.
Chapter 3: Morning Shower by newmark42
It was Saturday morning. The night before, Helen and I had stayed in for a movie, and as usual it was quite the treat for me. She had been staying with me for a week now, and she had found a number of different ways to tantalize and pleasure me. I found myself wondering how I would get her to keep her from leaving when I became concerned. I still had not pleasured her. I had tried, mind you, but each time she was simply more focused on me. Obviously she had needs, and I decided to try to turn the tables this morning.

I slipped up out of my bed where she must have laid me down the night before. Taking a quick peak in her room I confirmed it was empty, just as I heard her in the kitchen.

"You're up! Morning Cutie. I guess I tired you out last night." She was wearing a sports bra and jumpers, and was a bit sweaty. "I didn't want to wake you so I took a quick run. I was hoping I could use your shower." She was standing over the kitchen counter drinking a tall glass of water, and I made my way over to her. "The hallway bathroom is okay, but I could really use some more room."

"Good morning to you." I reached my arm around her for a quick squeeze, she kept drinking. "Of course you can use my shower, anytime you need. Don't worry about waking me up. In fact, if you're looking for an exercize partner, I'm happy to join you next time."

She set down the glass after finishing it off. "Thanks for the offer. I'll take you up on it, but I'm not sure it'll work out." She lifted her right leg up to kneel it on the island countertop in front of me. "I'm not sure, but I _might_ have a bit of a stride advantage." She ran her hand down her thigh as if to say 'see how much bigger I am than you'.

A few seconds thinking about the logistics and I dismissed running together. She'd either slow down her pace to the point of non-workout, or leave me in the dust. "I suppose so. Perhaps we can do some strength workouts instead of cardio."

"Good idea," she exclaimed energetically! Her foot returned to the floor and she hoisted me up by my arms. In just a few seconds I had a bird's eye view of my living room, and I spread my legs to avoid kneeing her in the face. "Hold your body stiff." As I tensed up I felt my feet lifting up under her breasts for a moment. Then she proceeded to do several reps of standing lifts, with me distractingly dragging against her breasts on the upward stroke. My chin nearly contacted her forhead on each downstroke, until on the last cycle she set me on the counter. "Yes, I suppose we might find a way to work out...." I could see she was slightly winded from the lifting, and sitting on the kitching counter her now protruding nipples were right in front of my face. Her hand slipped between my legs. "..and I see you take instruction well, you're certainly stiff here."

I immediately remembered my morning plan, and took her hand away from me and put it on my shoulder. "Hey now, I think I've had plenty of attention." I slipped both my hands around her hips and pulled her towards me, wrapping my legs around her thighs. "It looks like I'm not the only one springing to action." With one hand around her back, I lifted up her sports bra and placed one nipple in my mouth. I sucked hard and felt it instantly get more firm. It was salty, and I began to nead it firmly between my lips and teeth. I could hear and feel her responding. After a few minutes, I could tell it was both arousing and slightly ticklish for her. She lifted her bra enough to expose her other breast, and placed her hands on my shoulders, nudging me slightly. I pulled myself away from her, and traced my hands across her tummy, lightly pressing up into both breasts. "Is there anywhere you need attention?"

She looked down at her neglected breast, coyly nodding. "Yes, I think there is." She cupped her huge hands under her breasts, "the challenge with breasts this big," she caressed them each in unison, "is that they require lots of attention." She pressed into them firmly, and then lifted them up, squeezing them together over my head. "The benefit of breasts this big," she leaned forward and let slowly let them slip down on top of and around my head, her nipples dragging on my cheeks, "is that they have lots of attention to give." This time she caressed only the still neglected breast. "Will you give them some attention if they promise to give back?"

I slipped my hands up to replace hers. "I think they've given plenty already, and I'm happy to put in the extra effort." I had no sooner taken her neglected nipple in my mouth, when one of her hands pressed the back of my head towards her. Putting pressure on her nipple every way I could, I slid my hands down her torso and pulled down on her sweatpants. Her crotch was just above my belly button, and I slipped my hand between her legs to feel her clitoris soaking wet. Despite all the attention she had paid me in the past week, this was the first time I had her in my hands, and I could immediately tell how much she enjoyed it. In just a few minutes, she was moaning faster and faster, and then slowed abrubtly as I felt a small gush of fluid. She was still responding to me, so I continued, slower now.

She lifted me away from her breast and brought her lips to my ear. "I have to tell you..." She was still responding to the pleasure. "'s been a while since I've been intimate like this..." I felt her hands grip my shoulders more tightly. I felt her chin come down on my shoulder, and she repeated my name several times. "Zach... Zach..." I continued, quickening the pace, and her fervor increased. I felt her hand press up on mine, so I slipped my fingers inside her. I'm sure I wasn't able to get far enough inside her, but it must have been what she needed as she gently climaxed again. This time she held my hand still for a few moments, and then motioned for me to slip out of her.

"Thanks sweetie, that was a nice start." She kissed my forehead, stepped back, and slipped her bra up over her head. As her arms rose above her head, her chest lifted and firmed, and I stared up at her amazing chest and shoulders. Now topless, she dragged her sports bra up my chest. "Ohh, and did I mention I'm multi orgasmic?" She gave me a sly look before dropping her bra in my lap and walking towards the hallway opening. The view of her naked back, topless, with those low-cut jumpers pulled down further on her hips was sexy and sultry. She turned back at me before entering the hallway, "There is much more of me that needs attention in the shower." She quickly ducked into the hallway and disappeared.

I sat stunned for a moment before hopping down off the counter. As I quickly followed her I spread out her bra in front of me. It was huge, and didn't at all seem like it would cause the skin tight and trim appearance I had seen on Helen a few moments earlier.

By the time I reached my bathroom, she was already fully naked and testing the temperature of the shower water streaming down. My shower is glassed in and quite tall, but it barely came up higher than her breasts. Excited to regain conact, I quickly disrobed and walked up beside her and placed one hand around her tummy. "By my calculations, I still owe you quite a bit of attention."

"That's sweet, but you don't owe me. You know how much I enjoy pleasuring you." With one hand still testing the water, she slipped the other around me to hug me close. "Besides, the way you respond really turns me on. Like when I _accidentally_ brush you with my breasts when I hug you." As she hugged me, she slipped my head under her breast. I was already excited from our activities, and this reasserted my stiffness. She brought her other hand out of the stream and took my cock in her hand. "What's this?" She rolled me against her thigh for a moment before stepping into the shower and looking back at me still in her hand. "It looks like you might need some attention before focusing back on me."

As I stepped into the shower, she moved away from the stream and leaned against the back of the shower, spreading her legs in the process. The water streamed down my back when she grabbed the soap and pulled me towards her. "Let's start by getting you cleaned up." With her legs spread, my face landed square between her breasts. She started soaping up my back, working her way down under my butt. She lifted me slightly while washing, causing my hardness to slide over her clitoris. She must not have expected that, as she abruptly made a sound. "Ooooh." She lifted me further, her arms squeezing her breasts around my head and onto my shoulders while she dragged me against her clitoris. "This could be fun." I was even more aroused now, and so was she. On one of the motions I slipped barely inside her, and while she obviously enjoyed it she quickly dropped me out again. "Are you trying to get inside me?" Rhetorical as it was, I couldn't respond with my face mashed into her breasts.

I felt just one hand lifting me up against her and a moment later shampoo squited into my hair. "Imagine what that will be like." Her guise of 'shampooing my hair' was thinly vailed. She mashed my head around in her breasts with one hand, while she pulled me against her clitoris with the other. I could feel and hear how much she was enjoying this. "I bet you've never had someone lift you inside them before." She seemed to be nearing climax. "No.... No.... the next one is supposed to be you..." She seemed to be in an involuntary struggle with herself. "..but you feel so good.... do you mind if I?" Again, I couldn't get free enough to answer, so I pulled myself against her with my hands to signal my acceptance. A few more strokes and I felt her climax and pause for a moment.

She set me back down and pushed me back into the water to rinse. It was my turn for a rhetorical question as I looked back at her. "Did you enjoy that?" I was more than happy to be fulfilling my goal of the day as many times as possible.

"Yes, but I have to watch myself." She was slowly rubbing herself in the aftershock. "If I'm not careful I'll get wrapped up in the moment when I'm supposed to be taking care of you." She slid my back against her, and started soaping up my chest. I squatted down enough to slip her breasts onto my shoulders before standing up again. She let out a giggle. "I guess when I said they have lots of attention to give, I was speaking to the converted."

I felt like she was sort of making fun of me, even if in a friendly way. "I'm sorry, it's just hard not to focus on your body. It's so..." I couldn't think of the right word. While she was big, it wasn't the size of it, it was something else that kept me fixated on her. Looking across the shower I could make out a faint reflection of us. I noticed she was looking right at my eyes.

" what? Can't keep your mind off my body?" She gave me a faux looking evil glance for a second. Then she brought her soapy hands up onto her breasts. "With me stipping down naked, and rubbing my breasts against you every chance I get." She massaged them into my cheeks. "I hope you can't get me out of your head." She returned to soaping down my front, including my still fully excited cock. "Silly boy. I told you when I got here, anything you need. Although perhaps I should have said, anything you _want_." With that she started rolling the head between both hands, driving me into a hyper-excited state.

I was more excited by the reflection. Me sitting back into her lap; her head above mine, her eyes watching her handiwork in the reflection; each of her breasts nearly as big as my head, and undulating slightly from her arm movements. She saw me looking at us both in the reflection. "The reflection is pretty hot isn't it?" I nodded back to her. "It drove me over the edge. Watching myself lift you with one hand while, caressing you into my breasts with the other was a huge turn on." Her hand slowed a bit. "I could hardly resist slipping you inside me and watching you climax inside me.... Think you'd mind if we did that a few times one day?"

"I'm not sure. I might need some _convincing_." I playfully stared down at her hands.

"I know you're O for 3 this morning. Fortunatly I can be _very_ convincing." She reached her hand over to mine and spread her fingers as if to clasp hands, but just showed off how big her hands are to mine. "Would you like to come first in my hands?" She started running rings around my head, driving me a bit crazy. Then she moved her hand to her breast, lifting it suggestively in the reflection, "between my giant breasts," then she slipped a finger inside her mouth and drew it in and out a few times, "or in my mouth?" She stroked her finger in and out a few more times.

"I'd like to come in your mouth, but given the confines of the shower, maybe you should just use your hands."

"Silly boy, leave that to me. We have to have you good and satisfied, you still need to wash me. Are you sure now? You want to come in my mouth?"

I nodded, "yes, please."

Okay, then you better be good and wait for it. She began stroking and massaging me with her hands. "..and I'm not going to make this easy on you." She smirked at me in the mirror, and added some more soap to get me nice and lathered as she drove me wild. A few minutes later, I was bucking involuntarily, and she slowed and rinsed me fully. She pushed me away and turned me around towards her. She placed my hand between her breasts, and pressed them around it. "I think you might need a little lubrication, give it a try." As I slid my hand up and down our skin stayed locked together. "What do you think?"

"Yes, it appears so." I grabbed the conditioner and sprayed out a healthy amount between her breasts, rubbing it around her chest. She gave it a spot inspection, and provided an approving nod. Then she placed one arm under each of my armpits and with her elbows on her hips, lifted me onto her. As my legs spread around her torso, and her hands moved down to my butt.

She looked up at me for a minute, before stating the obvious. "You'll need to get involved here." I immediately realized what she was orchistrating, and pressed one hand on the side of each breast, pulling them into my lap. With that she began pumping me up and down, her breasts bouncing down into my lap. The conditioner ran down her tummy, and soon it was lubricating the entire slide path. I started experimenting with how I pressed up into her, and just as I found an ideal spot, she must have noticed as she started pumping faster. "Remember our agreement. No matter how turned on you are by my huge breasts, and me pumping you into them..." She slowed a bit. "You have to help me satisfy you and wait until you're in my mouth." Looking down at her huge breasts, in my lap, and listening to her taunt me, I wasn't going to last much longer. I relaxed my grip on her breasts to signal my pending climax.

"Ohh, can't handle any more huh?" I shook my head no. "Okay, lets rinse you off, hands around my neck." I laid down on her, sliding down as she stood up. She held me away from her and rinsed us both in the water before returning to her previous position. She pulled me up against her clitoris, stroking me up and down a few times. "Quite a shame you didn't want to slip inside me." I immediately pushed my hands onto her chest to speak.

"I do want to be inside you!" She kept rocking me against her, but ignored my objection.

She lifted one hand to her breasts. "I could be pumping you into me, while you have your way with my breasts." She placed each of my hands on her head in turn. "Probably better this way, once I get you there, I'm going to want to climax over and over." With that she lifted me up higher and stood up. Her shoulders were even with the top of the shower glass, and I felt chilly lifted almost entirely out of the shower. With the hot water running down my legs, she began taking me in her mouth, sucking and twirling her tongue around me. With all of the foreplay, it only took a few minutes for her to bring me, and I let out a loud moan as I came into her mouth. She held me there for a moment, and then set me back down into the shower before handing me the soap.

"Your turn to wash."
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