The tent was far enough from the main pool deck to provide some privacy, but close enough to be seen. White fabric was only opaque enough to provide some shade for the sun. Inside, a massive mattress was covered in smooth white cloth. It would have taken about four king beds to make something so large. Teri sat him near one end, his arms instinctively steadying and propping him up.

Teri was kneeling to his right, and he couldn't help but gawk at her massive form, her thighs filling his periphery. As she reached for a bottle from a side table, he stared and watched her waist pivot. He wondered if he could even reach her belly button, let alone the massive barely clothed breasts further above. Their bottom curve was bare, neither the transluscent tube-top or her bikini reaching to full cover them, and he was drawn into their alluring shape. Their buoyant shape seemed to defy their size. Her chocolate skin and the shaded light making it difficult to judge their exact form. He finally tore his eyes away from the bare peek-a-book of her chest, and even her profile was gorgeous. He admired the way her frame could seem massive yet trim above him. It wasn't until he caught her eyes that he realized she was starting down at him. In fact it had only taken a moment for her to reach the massage oil. The rest of the time she had just patiently enjoyed his lusty glances. Her eye contact, and her arms still held up as not to block his view of her, seemed to say, go ahead, admire me, we have all day. He felt like he was being a gift he should thank her for. "Teri, Goddess Teri, you are absolutely gorgeous." He let a hand slip against her thigh as he said it. 

"And I assure you, equally talented, as your goddess should be. My specialty is sensual body massage. You'll get to feel every inch of what you see. Shall we begin?" Her lips crinkled into a half smile, her question rhetorical. He let his arms give way, laying himself down for what he expected would be a very sensual massage. She calmly interjected, "no my sweet, this mutual worship is a little more... interactive." She reached under his arms, quickly lifting him onto his feet. He was now just eye to eye with her. "We'll need to be oiled up." She reached and in a calm yet swift motion lifted both tops off, and his attention darted to her bare breasts. They were each as large as his head, so large he had to consider how and where he would start. "Hold out your hands." He did so, and she squeezed an unreasonably large helping of oil for him. Just as he was ready to reach out to her, she placed one giant hand between his. "You may begin with my fingers." 

It took him a moment to tear his attention off her breasts and begin massaging the oil into her hand, and she let out a small laugh when he finally did. Still, he took it seriously, her hand was beautiful. Now that he held it, squeezing and running his fingers over it, he had a new view of goddess proportions. Her fingers were each large and strong, as he squeezed and oiled them. His hands suddenly looked small wrapped around her palm. She provided the opposite hand and he repeated the ritual, this time allowing him to continue down her wrist and forearm. Even as he watched his progress, he become increasingly aware of her naked breasts, framing the background of his work. She squeezed out more oil for him as he continued up her bicep, his hand wrapping around it. Even as slender as it looked on her body, he couldn't help notice how much larger her arms and muscles were than his own. As he rubbed, he necessarily inched closer to her, her breasts now filling most of the distance between them. 

As he finished her arms, she portioned some oil into her own hands and took one of his in hers. As her huge fingers pressed into his palm, muscles instinctively tensed. His attempt to resist made it painful at first, until his muscles relented and he let himself go. Her hands worked their way against his skin, continuing to his other hand, up his wrist, squeezing and wrapping his arm. She reciprocated the process on him in a way that was intensely pleasurable and slow, yet with her firm and large hands had taken only a fraction of the time. After finishing his arms, she continued, rubbing across his shoulders, neck, and chest, half massaging, half oiling. She fingered the hem of his swim boxers, "let's both get a little more comfortable," she pulled and dropped them down around his ankles, directing only a moment of attention to his budding erection. Then she backed away. 

Lowering down off her knees, she sat and slipped her legs around until she was lying back, propped on a huge support pillow she adjusted properly for herself. Her legs seemed impossibly long, stretched out next to where he was standing. A finger beckoned him up to her. After a few uneven steps on the cushion, and as soon as he was within her reach, she quickly hoisted him again, careful to support his arms and not grab at his slippery body. A moment later he was straddling her waist, her naked breasts proudly propped on her chest in front of him. "Shoulders, chest, and tummy please." 

She intentionally over-portioned the oil into his hands, leaving them drenched and dripping over onto her tummy. He started there, smearing the oil across her firm flat abdoman. He was thorough, feeling the invisible contours of her muscles, covering as much of her waist and sides as he could reach. Without looking up at her face, he almost involuntarily spoke out the thought ringing through his head, "Teri, you are absolutely stunning." 

As Teri watched him mouth the words, she liked how entranced he was, staring intently down at her. The way she was propped up towards him on the pillow, his arms were already rubbing against the side of her breasts as he reached down around them. While he may have thought it subtle, she was all to used to men 'accidentally' bumping and rubbing against her. She found it childishly obvious, but in this moment she wanted it. Eventually, she felt each of his small hands cup under her massive tits. A moment later he switched both hands to one side, responding by trying to demonstrate. She sat in patient satisfaction, that dispite his attempt, he still wasn't able to fully cradle around one of her massive boobs. Her voice drew his eyes up to hers, and she spoke as she squeezed oil onto her chest, "be sure to be very thorough." 

When his senses returned, the oil was already running down around the globes. He moved to divert and smooth it over her skin. They were firmer than their size seemed to suggest, and he rubbed the oil around, he enjoyed pressing and squeezing into her soft breast flesh. In fact, he was so mesmerized, at first he didn't realize she was lifting her legs, slowly inching him closer to her. He felt the space between them closing, and looked up at her. Her arms were spread wide, relaxing across the pillow she was laying back on. Her face seemed to suggest she had no part in the process pushing him closer. 

But she did, and she liked it. She inched her knees higher, forcing him closer, until her boobs pressed into his tummy. But she didn't stop. His hands planted against her shoulders to catch himself from falling into her. She feigned disappointment, "Awww. Relax my sweet. It's my turn now." She started lifting. Pulsing one leg and her hips, she squeezed his body against her massive chest. He seemed determined to hold himself upright, so she slowly reached in, pulling his arms aside until he fell flat against her. "There we go." She brought one hand to his back, and another to his butt, as she proceeded to press and rhythmically slide his body against hers. 

Their bodies were so slippery, he felt if she wasn't holding him, he might slide right off her. He could feel her massive breasts pressed between them, sliding around as she manipulated him up and down against her body. His arms were wrapped around her sides, and also got their fare share of sensation, sliding up and down and against the sides of her boobs. His cock was against her tummy, and he let out a whimper as the sliding motion started to get him just right. She unexpectedly stopped in response, which was not at all what he has hoped for. 

He heard her voice from above, "ohh my prince. I'd had to lose even a drop of your special gift. I saught you out just to get a dose. I promise you were nowhere near done." With that he felt her huge hands wrapping around his butt and chest before lifting him off her like he weighed nothing at all. A moment later he sitting straddling her breasts, his hands coming to rest on her head as she fed him into her mouth. Her tongue was warm and rough. He felt her skin slippery beneath him as she slid his body back and forth, forcing him in and out of her waiting lips. For a moment it was just relaxing, and he again let himself go to the rhythm. A few minutes later, however, he felt himself tense, as his anticipation rose. His body focused on the sensations. Her breasts slippery and soft even as they held his weight; his cock sliding against her tongue; and her hands cradling and manipulating him against her. He let out a low moan as he came satisfyingly into her mouth.