Heavily inspired by Chelgi's classic 'Amazon Cousin'
Copyright by Newmark <newmark42@gmail.com> 2006, 2012
Zach stared up at the most awesome women he had ever seen. She was standing just outside his door, looking down at him with beautiful dark blue eyes and long blond hair. Though to say she was merely looking down at him was an incredible understatement. Her head was well above the top of the doorframe.
For a moment he felt disoriented, as if what he was seeing required a distortion of reality. Her trim yet giant frame seemingly requiring a paradox of physics and human development. However, one part of her wasn't exactly trim. He couldn't help but stare a moment in shock at the way her huge chest strained at white blouse fabric. Her breasts, which were also propped well above his head, were simply massive. He could already feel his manhood reacting.
"Zach....?" Her introduction was hesitant, but spoken as if she expected him to recognize her. Zach tore his eyes away from her chest to see her lips forming an unsure smile.
"Yes I'm Zach...." His mind reeled as the distorted facts fell into focus. This was Leta's daughter? "Oh my God! You're my cousin Helen!?"
The woman's body relaxed and her smile softened at the recognition. "It's all right isn't it? I mean..... Aunt Patty said, that you said, that I could stay here for a few days until campus opened up." Even if they hadn't just moved closer, it seemed like they had. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to shock you, I expected they would have told you..."
The implication was clear. That Zach's mom, "Aunt Patty", would have told him that Helen was a massive amazon goddess. Sure, that's easy to work into the conversation. Zach realized he had spaced off into his thoughts and staring at her, and finally stumbled to return to the present. "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. Of course you can stay."
He stepped back, offering room for her to come in, not sure how she'd even make her way through the door. For a moment the top of the frame was barely above her magnificent chest, when she quickly crouched at the waist and slithered her frame inside with a grace and ease that belied her size. Zach was astonished, as somehow she seemed even larger once inside. He felt awe, like looking at a dangerous beautiful animal. A terrific combination of alure at her womanly shape and fear at what her superior size meant she was capable of.
Still, it was hard for anything resembling fear to last long with her friendly demeanor. "Technically, I am a teenager. Eighteen as of last March. Since they didn't warn you, we might as well get over the awkward questions. I got this way on account of tall genetics and a strange hormonal imbalance that started at age twelve. My unfortunate condition seems to have resolved, leaving me an overgrown eight feet eleven inches tall, and a healthy two-hundred ninety pounds." She turned herself and posed, one hand in the air punctuating her explanation, as if it would somehow help illustrate her nearly impossible existance.
"You wear it very well," Zach offered, referring to the fact that she was downright hot despite almost being almost three hundred pounds. It was simply shocking. A moment later he was taken aback by her pose. Her upward reach tilted one shoulder higher and one lower, similarly hoisting one breast higher and dropping one lower. The distracting curve of her lower breast was now dangerously close to his eye-level. He stammered out more words to avoid feeling like he was silently staring. "I'm five feet nine..... about ... a hundred sixty five pounds, and to me your condition doesn't look unfortunate at all. You are stunningly beautiful."
And he meant every word. She looked like a giant pinup girl on a billboard, though she didn't need the oversize photo print to achieve the effect. As she relaxed her pose, the top of his head barely came up to the bottom curve of her breasts, and her head was high enough to see into the top-floor loft of his a-frame cabin. It occured to Zach that if he wasn't such a fan of high ceilings, she wouldn't have been able to stand up at all. As Zach looked down to the ground, her tight fitting black skirt seemed overly sexual not because it was short, but because the bottom hem and view her her sculpted legs was almost waist high on him. On the ground below, her shoes and feet dwarfed his, making him momentarily feel like a child for the first time in his adult life. A moment later he felt a hand on his shoulder.
"Zach, you're all right! Mom said you were terrific, and a great guy. I guess she was right. Thanks for taking me in!"
Helen's mom was Zach's aunt Leta, fortunately not a blood relative, but definitely his favorite. Leta married into the family, then became willingly chained to it. As a young teen, Leta's stunningly hot six-foot-four body forced impromptu bathroom relief sessions for Zach more than once. Then through a set of events that still seemed unbelievable to Zach today, with the blessing of her newly maimed husband Bart, Zach's mother's brother, Leta had introduced Zach to sex and pounced him periodically over the years. In another twist of irony, despite having no children with her husband, Helen appeared in their lives just two years ago. The product of Leta's given up teen-pregnancy. And that wasn't even the half of it. The craziness that surrounded Leta could fill volumes, and this was her daughter!
Having broken the ice, Helen bent down and extended her arms for a hug. Zach instinctively yet awkwardly reached up far over his head. As they slipped around her heck, he felt her grasp his sides. Quicker that he realized, she snatched him up off the ground. His legs swung around her waist in an attempt to secure himself, and before he knew it he felt like a child clutched in her arms. She swung him side to side and nuzzled her face against his in a motion that made him feel a bit like her favorite stuffed toy. The feeling of her youthfully firm yet gigantic breasts crushed against his tummy made it a sensation he could entirely get used to. The back of his mind let out a devious thought, reminding him she was not a blood relative.
A moment later, the whole exchange had accelerated his hard-on to noticeably poke into her belly. As if on-cue, her nuzzling stopped. They looked eye-to-eye for the first time, and he was sure he could see a tinge of recognition. Could she feel it? Please no. Instead of lowing him to the ground, she bounced him twice playfully against her as she confirmed his worst fear. "Feels like someone is happy to see me." There was a tinge of giggle in her voice, and he felt his face flush red with embarrassment. Ohh god. She outright laughed as she set him down to the ground, "ohh I'm sorry Zach. I couldn't resist. Mom told me all about how you lusted after her as a boy, how she kinda encouraged it, and I guess it got the better of me... I'm flattered." Helen turned to close the door behind her.
Zach wasn't sure how to respond. Even as his embarrassment faded, his mind raced. Had Leta known he was running off to the bathroom as a boy? Had she encouraged it? Even more pressing, how much had he told Helen? Escapades with Leta rushed through his mind. The first time at that family wedding; when she visited him at college; even just a few years ago here in Nashville. How much did Helen know?
Even as his mind raced, his eyes were glued to Helen's impossible form and how her height made every motion seem astonishing. The amazing length of her arms as she reached to shift her suitcase out of the way of the door; how small the door looked next to her as she reached out at chest height to casually push against the top corner; the way her butt seemed to loom unnaturally at tummy height in front of him. It was like watching a statue in motion. In fact, he was so mesmerized he didn't move as she her gorgeous rear end gently pushed into him. She was leaning over to latch the door, and in the process pushed him back into the coat rack. It should have been obvious his entryway was simply too small for the both of them. Something which might have occurred to him if it had ever been too small. For anyone. Ever before.
Zach quickly realized he mis-judged the situation as he began to fall. His arms instinctively grasped around her, his hands barely catching hold as he lost his footing. He heard the door latch turn just as the coat rack made a loud crash behind him. Helen let out an exclamation at the sound, and he quickly felt a hand brace his back to keep him from falling. "I'm so sorry, I try hard not to bump into things, but it's not easy." As she stood back up, Zach briefly rose off the ground, before sliding down her rising body. Zach was simply too stunned to react.
With her hand still steadying him, she turned herself around, ending with his face held against her tummy, his head pressed firmly up into the bottom of her right breast. "You okay down there?"
Zach couldn't see a thing, and still held a death grip more befitting an attempt to save himself from sudden death than hold the waistline of a beautiful woman. This embarrassing situation was going from bad to worse. "Yes. I'm sorry, I just lost my footing. I didn't mean to grab you." He steadied himself against her, releasing the death grip and placing his hands against her skirt almost at his chest height. The move was intended just to gently steady himself but unexpectedly treated him to the feeling of her textured lace underwear underneath. He felt overwhelmed by the escalating embarrassment and arousal. Pressing away from her only to feel her clothed breast drag against his hair and slip against his forehead before they parted.
Helen squatted down eye-to-eye in front of him as she took his hands in hers. She spoke quietly, her words calming both of his excited states. "No no, I'm sorry. Here I am only in your house for a minute and already knocking things over. I'll be more careful." After a moment of calming acknowledgement, her eyes scanned the room behind him for the first time. "Where do you want me?"
Zach backed away carefully, watching her stand as he moved to introduce her to his home. "I had planned for you to stay in the guest room, but that was before I realized the..... circumstances." He stepped into the living room and ran the options through his head. The entryway and living room were plenty tall enough for her, as they were vaulted 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."
Zach 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 right by Zach onto the bed. This is when Zach realized the real challenge. Even sitting with her back to the wall, her feet reached to the very end of the mattress.
"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 his, it was easier to stay focused on them. "Besides, I need to get used to this," she turned to peer around the room. "In a couple weeks I'll be in a dorm sharing a room this size." She placed her hands in her lap. "I feel for my roommate to be. 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 white blouse. It was obviously intended as simply a cute gesture, but having just had her breast pressed against him, Zach's mind immediately went elsewhere, imagining what it would feel like to lift her massive breasts.
"I can see she'll be in for a surprise." He should have been innocently referring to her height. However, the way his eyes lingered on her neckline made it all too obvious to both of them his mind was implying something else. A moment later he tried to cover by continuing to his room tour by opening the closet doors. "You're welcome to use this room however you like." He 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 he removed to leave it empty.
"Thanks so much Zach." She reached out from the bed, inviting a thank you hug, her arms nearly reaching him in this small room. He moved towards her and set the t-shirt down, expecting a gentle gesture. Before he knew it she had grabbed and swept him up, sitting him across her lap. Helen squeezed him tight, landing her breasts across his legs. Zach couldn't help glancing momentarily down the opening in her shirt. The view of her cleavage, combined with the feeling of her breasts on him, began to re-ignite the mixed embarrassed arousal he had escaped moments earlier in the living room.
Zach knew she had seen him gawking, yet she patiently smiled at him, as if she was waiting for the cat to put his paws in the cookie jar. Zach began to wonder if his predicament was no accident. It was as if she knew how much her seemingly innocent gestures were arousing him, as if she was doing them on purpose. "It's so strange, Zach. I feel like I already know you." One of her arms was cradled behind his back, but the other was free. She used it to grasp and squeeze his hand. The connection and his wishful suspicions won out over his embarrassment, and he felt himself begin to harden.
"My mother told me *so* much about you." Had she noticed? A part of him wanted to stop it, but his mind was so fixated on the feeling of her firm tits pressing onto his growing erection, he again glanced down her cleavage. When he looked back up, her plain smile had widened into a giddy smirk. "She insisted I should be *very* appreciative of you letting me stay." If her proximity wasn't enough, her saucy comments certainly were, his hardon awkwardly poking up into her. Zach's mind drifted, estimating that his whole arm would barely cradle one of her huge breasts. As he zoned out, he was no longer glancing, but blatantly staring at her tits. "I told her I'd be sure you *never* wanted me to leave. So if there is *anything* I can do for you while I'm here, you let me know." He didn't realize she was speaking until he felt fingers lifting his chin. She had a look her eye that meant trouble.
Broken from the trance, her words suddenly registered. His face flushed red again, this time not at what seemed to be his accepted state of arousal, but at what Helen's mother might have told her. Visions not only of he and Leta in sexual situations flashed through his head, but also of the things he'd told her. The fantasies. Something about Helen's subtle sexual behavior so comfortably reminded him of Leta, but this was her 18 year old daughter. He was simultaneously excited, confused, embarassed and aroused, and it was getting worse. "Uhm. Okay.... Sure."
"Sure huh?" Her lips pursed into an unsatisfied pout. "You know, I'm *sure* we are not blood relatives, and I'm *sure* you're happy to see me. So you let me know there is *anything* I can do." Helen placed a hand against her breast, this gesture far from subtle innuendo. "Anything at all. Promise?" Zach felt himself poking harder into the underside of her tit, and was more than sure she was aware of it. Deeply aroused, deeply embarassed, and being pushed by this stunningly impossible fantasy girl who obviously knew too much about him. Zach felt himself beginning to lose composure. The last thing he wanted was to climax in his clothes. He had to get out of this and fast.
"Yes, I promise." He stared into her eyes and tried to mean it. He thought this would be enough, but she didn't budge. She just stared back at him. The weight of her breast and their combined clothing kept him poking straight up into her, yet she held him there in her arms. It was painfully obvious to both of them that Zach needed to adjust.
She intently looked down towards his situation for a moment, as she taunted him, "need something?"
Zach didn't want to go anywhere, but was becoming increasingly concerned that he was going to spasm into his pants if this didn't let up. "Yes, I do." He thought for a moment about how to carefully phrase his request. "I'm a little uncomfortable."
"Uncomfortable." Her face had a wry look, as if that wasn't at all what she hoped for. "Let's see what I can do." In her most overtly sexual move yet, she slipped her hand under her breast and adjusted his erection to lie it down flat. Then, she left her hand there, gently moving it back and forth against him. "Better?" Zach was shocked. He stared down at her breast mesmerized, both by the sight of it moving and the sensation underneath. Somehow Helen used her opposite hand to again tip his head up to meet her eyes. Zach stared at each other with no response, completely fixed on the feeling of her continued stroking. "Better?" He shook his head yes, still at a loss for words.
Helen shifted and slid her fingers around him in a way which caused him to rolls his eyes up and away amid involuntary waves of pleasure. She could tell he enjoyed it, and she did it a few more times before settling back to a simpler stroking. Zach looked back into her eyes as soon as he could regain his composure. "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."
Zach let out a laugh at the irony. "Mother didn't tell you how big _I_ was?" This time I intentionally glanced down at her breasts. "Ever since you walked in...." Zach noticed her nipple hard through her bra and blouse. "I've been aching to feel you." She sat with anticipation, and he took lack of response as permission. He reached his free arm to cradle one huge breast and pulled it against him. "I feel like you've been teasing me since you arrived!"
"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 him underneath. Zach boldly pulled her mouth to his and locked them in a passionate kiss. As they freed themselves, her hand took his and traced it in very deliberate circles over each of her breasts. "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?"
Zach was deeply aroused but with the tension broken decided he could handle continuing the game. "Your offer is very generous. Before I take you up on it, you'll need the full tour." She instantly let up on him. A few moments later Zach realized he was still staring at and tracing circular patterns around her huge breasts.
"You sure?" She repeated the motion which had earlier driven me crazy. Again his eyes rolled at waves of pleasure running through him. This time she kept it up, and the more she continued the more his entire body stiffened and spasmed. Zach couldn't bring himself to stop her, but it was also clear this motion was not going to bring him to climax. As if she intended it that way. In another few minutes he was making soft shrieking noises as she toyed with him. Zach mustered his strength and finally broke free of her and slipped off the bed, taking a moment to adjust himselfself. "Hmm. For a moment there I thought you might want a tour of something else. You tell me when you want more," she smirked. She reached down for the lone item that came out of the drawer and held it over herself. It was a men's tech t-shirt with the title, "powerful things come in big packages", depicting a refridgerator sized server. It looked like it would barely cover her breasts. "Hah, perfect."
Helen slipped off the bed and set the tshirt on the dresser. Hunched over to keep her head from hitting the ceiling, she placed her hands on Zach's shoulders and pulled him into her, his head settling into her chest. "Ready when you are." She leaned down with intent, pressing the weight of her breasts into his head. Zach couldn't resist reaching up to feel her. She took his hands in hers and they both sqeezed. For a moment Helen rocked back and forth to slide those massive tits against him. "Whenever you want to get started...." She continued rocking back and forth, teasing and wondering if she could interrupt his plans.
Zach finally broke free, and looked up at her. "You're amazing. Let's go." He took her hand and led her out of the guest room.
After quickly pointing out the main bathroom through the door, they reached Zach's much larger bedroom. The vaulted ceilings allowed her to stand straight. Zach noticed that his king size bed had never seemed small until he watched her sit on the edge of it. After an adjustment to her skirt, she suggestively opened her legs towards him. "This will be nice". She was impossibly sexy, her arms stroking her legs, and her panties clearly showing. Helen's breasts right at tasting height for him as he walked up to her. Zach cupped one hand on either side of them as he looked up at her. She had a terribly seductive look. "Well?" Just as he started to take her breast in his mouth, she leaned back on her arms, slipping away from him and exposing her bare tummy. Zach took the playful hint and after a brief grind into her crotch, backed away.
"Next room," he declared, as he reached his hand out for her as if there was any need to help her off the bed.
The last stop was the loft, which Zach had setup as a theater room. The center of the space was plenty tall for her to stand in, but it was iffy near the sides of the house where the ceiling was lower. She followed his lead to a seat on the couch, as he quickly fired up the theater demo, including surround sound. Zach could tell she wasn't that interested in the technical details when she started to flirt again. Her arm was already behind him on the couch, and she laid her hand on his shouder to pulled him closer. "Any more rooms to see?" Zach hadn't even shaken his head in response when her other hand pulled his face towards her. In a moment his face was pleasantly but forcefully smashed into her huge breast. Helen eased up and looked down at him. "Are you sure? You said the full tour."
Zach realized in his haste he hadn't shown her the master bath, but that could wait. "Yes, that's the full tour." She immediately pulled him back against her breast, continuing her pleasant smothering for a moment.
"Okay, then it's time for me to take care you." Zach felt her hand in his crotch, and she gently lifted, bringing his head into her lap. Zach's view was filled with her tits as he settled in. As she resumed stroking, they both felt the results. "I like how quickly you respond to me." She pressed her blouse to her sternum so they could make eye contact. "Comfy down there?" Zach shook his head yes, and reached his hand up in a failed attempt to bring a breast to his lips. "Want something?" Without waiting for a response, Helen lifted his head up into her flesh, against pleasantly smothering him. Zach was smashed against the underside of her tits as she slipped her fingers into the waist of his pants. He was still growing, now just peaking out of the top of his pants, and she was stroking him bare when she stopped abruptly. "This simply won't do, I need to see you." She quickly pulled her shirt up over her head in a single motion, allowing them eye contact in the valley between her huge breasts. Zach slipped a hand inside her bra and against her bare nipple, while she unbuttoned his pants. Helen briefly cupped her breast in front of his face and massaged it lightly. "Want something?"
"Yes, please take your bra off?" Pleased Zach was finally becoming more direct, she reached behind her back and quickly undid the clasps, tossing her bra onto the coffee table. The lack of support allowed them to rest one each on his forehead and mouth. Zach repositioned to bring one of her nipples into his mouth and heard her let out a calm sound of pleasure.
Helen returned her hand to his cock and began to stroke and massage him. "I'm glad you like big breasts." She dragged her nipple up and down across Zach's face. "But have you ever felt breasts this big?" Zach started to shake his head as she leaned herself down over him. He felt a single huge breast spill over both sides of his face. The sensation of her nipple came across his mouth and he sucked hard on it. A moment later she straightened up. "We can't stop with just one." She slipped the other breast over Zach face. He could feel a nipple on his closed eyes, and breast flesh spilling into his chest.
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"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."