This whole thing never would have happened if it hadn't been for four big boobs. Big, and well-shaped, and coming my way. I held the elevator like it was no big deal, like I'm the sort of guy who just holds the elevator for anybody. I'm not. But there were these two svelte, athletic young women heading toward me, in snug t-shirts, with, yes, those big boobs. The closer they got, the more I realized how cute the girls were. No, not cute -- as they neared me, I saw that they were beautiful. Their big eyes. Their confident smiles. And yes, those boobs.
Now I don't know what I was thinking could come from this. The whole reason I was in this hotel was to attend my girlfriend's cousin's wedding. And Amy, my girlfriend, would be joining me in the room in probably a half-hour. But a guy can look, can't he?
And so I looked, as they walked toward the elevator. And I guess I was staring at their boobs too much to notice, until they were right on top of me, that they were so tall they had to duck to enter the elevator! Not duck a lot. But enough that if they hadn't ducked, they'd have had quite a headache. My heart started to pound as the two of them stood to their full heights. I glanced down. Not only were they wearing flats, I think their heels were actually flatter than mine! As the doors of the elevator closed, I could see them reflected, hazily, in the bronze-colored metal doors. My forehead was at their shoulder level! I'm six-foot-one. How tall were these two girls?
The funny thing is, I'd never really thought much about height as a turn-on. Not until that moment. But in that crummy reflection, I could see these two towering young women exchange a confident glance, an amused grin, a look that said to me "This guy never expected to be dwarfed by the likes of us." And if they were thinking that, they were absolutely right. I could feel my penis travel down my pants leg as it stiffened in response.
Too soon, the doors opened. In the hotel hallway, there was a mirror, and in it, I could see these girls -- and me, seeming so shrimpy next to them -- much more clearly. God, they were beautiful. And their legs -- as shapely as they were long. They ended somewhere just below my ribcage.
"Your floor?" one of them asked, amused, as I just stood there staring into the mirror. I didn't realize it had been too long, but clearly, I was nailed. I glanced upward and mumbled that it was as I stepped out of the elevator. When I heard the doors close behind me, I turned back to the elevators. The floor indicator climbed, stopping at the seventh floor. I could hear the doors open, and close, and then the elevator returned to the lobby. Were they staying on the seventh floor? Or just visiting friends? And what exactly could I do about it, anyway? I fumbled for my key card and entered my room.
I was lying on the bed, pants down and fully erect, within the minute. These girls had totally taken my breath away, and I stroked my erection slowly with my fingers, thinking about them: their bodies, their beauty, their confidence, and their incredible height. Were they sisters? Friends? Had they grown so tall together? Or had they met because they were equally towering? Each possibility was enticing in ways I had never considered until that moment. Suddenly, I was consumed with the erotic possibilities. I'd always known, of course, that there were women in the world taller than me, but I'd never really thought about how it must feel to be a woman so tall and dominant in a world where men are supposed to dominate, at least physically. But all but the very tallest men would look up to these two beauties. They had effortlessly outgrown our society's accepted norms -- even the elevator was not built large enough for them to fit easily through the door.
Now there's something you should know about me: I'm well endowed. Make that extremely well endowed. You might say I'm hung like a horse, but an old girlfriend used to tell me that she knew horses that would envy my manhood. How big am I? Well, fully erect, I can rest a standard schoolroom ruler on top of my penis and the very end of the head sticks out just beyond the twelve-inch end. Does size matter? I'll tell you this: it matters to me. Honestly, I can't imagine not having the more than twelve inches of sensation I feel as a woman (or, at this moment, my own hands) strokes the length of my shaft. Each inch brings such pleasure, I honestly don't know how it would feel to have half as much.
I was in the eighth grade when I realized how huge I was. I got a junk e-mail promising to add inches and give me a six to eight inch penis. From that moment, I became consumed with my size. I read that the average erection was five inches, and so I cut a five-inch penis out of construction paper and held it next to my gigantic erection. I couldn't believe the difference! I kept making more and more realistic penises to compare to my own, until I finally got up the nerve to buy a dildo. Even flaccid, I was bigger than it. Were other guys really so little? I even bought a couple of oversized dildos, the ones cast from porn stars, the ones that are supposed to be so huge. But my massive rod dwarfed even them.
It wasn't until late tenth grade that I was able to take advantage of my... well, advantage. My math teacher, Ms. Koppel, was twenty-four, leggy, and gorgeous. I remember the short skirt she was wearing that day, snug around her shapely behind, and those fantastic legs. I wasn't even fully hard, but there was no mistaking my penis as it pressed against my pants leg. As she circled the room to check our work, she stopped behind my desk. I could hear her slight gasp. That afternoon -- and almost every afternoon for the next two years -- she took me back to her apartment and taught me what my enormous endowment could do. She knew it would get her fired -- and it did, eight months later -- but it wasn't until she had to take another job in another town that our daily trysts ended. By then, my size was legendary around the school, and the girls in my class agreed that Ms. Koppel was a fantastic teacher, if not necessarily of math. As a college freshman, I wasted less than a week before getting an impossible-to-hide hard-on at a sorority party, and the next four years were beyond my wildest dreams.
But right now, my wildest dreams were about those two overgrown girls. I imagined them laughing at me when I left the elevator. I imagined that they laughed at a lot of guys. I was imagining a lot when I heard Amy at the door, telling her cousin she'd meet her in fifteen minutes in the lobby. I leapt off the bed and shut myself in the bathroom as I heard her entering the room.
I should tell you about Amy. She, too, has had a longstanding obsession with size. She'd entered high school a scrawny five-foot-one, barely needing a B-cup bra. By the time of her senior prom, she'd grown to five-nine, and wore a snug DDD-cup. Like me, she couldn't help making comparisons. She'd look around the classroom and calculate that her boobs were bigger than those four girls -- or five, or seven, or more -- combined. She was often accused of flaunting her big breasts, but she always insisted she wore tight, clingy tops because loose fitting ones looked like maternity shirts on her, made her look fat when she was slim. I think there was some truth to that. I also think she enjoyed flaunting her big breasts.
"Are you in the bathroom?" she called out.
"I'll be out in a minute!" I responded. I happened to glance at myself in the mirror. My erection was enormous -- somehow, it looked big even by my standards. Behind me was the door, which I estimated to be the same height as the elevator doors. I pictured those two girls ducking into the bathroom and seeing what I had to offer. I had to make it happen, somehow. I was consumed with it!
"I've got to get in there!" Amy shouted. I splashed some cold water on my rock hard penis. Nothing. I took a cup of water and poured it on top. My **** remained stiff. Suddenly, Amy opened the door.
"Sorry," she said, "Hair emergency." Then she noticed my erection. "God, you're huge," she said appreciatively as she wrapped her fingers around my shaft. "It almost looks even bigger than usual. You know I hate to leave you like this, honey, but with the amount you spray, I can't risk getting any on my dress." She continued to keep one hand wrapped around my penis as she tended to her hair with the other hand. "Bye sweetie," she said, kissing me on the lips. Then she kneeled down and kissed the head of my penis. "Bye, big guy. See you later!"
My erection was starting to ache. I left the bathroom and stroked a few more times. Finally, relief! And it was a gusher! I drenched the sheets, until I collapsed, finally flaccid, into the chair. Once I got my energy back, I tucked my penis back into my pants, hung the "Please Make Up Room" sign on the doorknob, and went down to the lobby to get a bite to eat, to replenish my energy.
As it happened, the restaurant in the lobby was directly opposite the very elevator that started this whole story. And as I hungrily downed my lunch, I watched as people got in and out of the elevator. Kids, adults, men, women -- and none of them came even close to the top of the door. I simply could not get those girls out of my head. And as I thought about how overgrown they were, I could feel my penis sliding down my inner thigh as it stretched.
This, I should point out, was something of a surprise for me. Lest you think of me as some sort of sexual Superman, the fact is, once I come, it is generally most of a day before I can get even semi-erect again. Perhaps it's because I ejaculate far more than most men. For this, I have no scientific evidence, just eyewitness testimony from my sexual partners. They invariably comment on it, and my various lovers have said it was anywhere from twice as much to fifty times as much as the other men they knew. Assuming that "fifty times" is hyperbole, I still have to imagine I ejaculate quite a bit more than the average man. And though some women find it very exciting, and it certainly prolongs my own pleasure, the downside seems to be that I can't bounce back for quite some time.
Except today. Today seemed supercharged by those two giant girls. I could think of nothing else. It was divine agony. I decided to return to my room and jerk off again.
But when I got there, the door was already open, and I entered to find two young women changing the sheets. The sheets were alternately gooey and crunchy from my gusher of an hour before, and when they glanced at me, I didn't know whether to feel proud or humiliated. I made a quick exit.
As I got back into the elevator and looked again at the height of the door, I made a rash decision: I pressed the button for the seventh floor.
It seemed like another dumb choice the moment I got out. This wasn't a dorm -- people in hotels don't just hang out in the hall, or leave their doors open. Still, I figured I'd wander up and down the halls for a while, hoping to be around when the towering girls happened out of whatever room was theirs.
I paced up and down the empty halls for quite a while, acting like I had some reason to be there though nobody was watching. Finally, a voice broke the silence: "Forget your room?"
I turned to see a magnificently beautiful young woman standing at the door to her room. She had long black hair and a stunning face. Not much in the boobs department, but still an incredible body, which was apparent in the small t-shirt and tiny shorts she was wearing. Her legs were astounding, and she seemed to be as tall as me.
"I was supposed to meet some friends here," I blurted.
"Nicky and Andy?" she asked.
I stared at her blankly. "Long hair, big boobs, about yay tall," she replied, holding her hand well above her head. I realized she was not talking about a Nicky and an Andy, but a Nikki and an Andie!
"You were the guy in the elevator, weren't you? They were right about you. You're cute. Not that tall, but cute."
"Are they your friends?" I asked, not very brightly.
"And teammates. Volleyball, college all-stars. They're something, aren't they? Nikki and Andie. How tall are you?"
"Six one or so," I said, only slightly generously, as I finally got up the nerve to approach her.
"See, you're only a couple inches shorter than me. It's okay, most guys are." I glanced down; she was standing in bare feet! And as she stood up straight, I realized that even so, she was still a little taller than me! "But Nikki and Andie -- that's a whole different league!"
My penis was at it again, only semi-hard but still quite apparent as it pushed against my pants. My tall friend noticed. "Hello," she said to my penis, apparently impressed but having no idea how much was still in store. "You'd better come inside before anybody else sees that," she said, taking me into her room.
I had never kissed a girl taller than me, and it was an odd experience, tilting my head up to reach her lips. Not that I was complaining as her hands traveled over my body, her right one ultimately grabbing my **** through my pants. As she squeezed it, she moaned the universal "Mmmm" of approval.
Then she unzipped my pants. Her eyes widened as my **** flopped out and she took in both the size and the fact that it was not yet really erect. I had been with Amy so long, I'd half-forgotten the visceral thrill I got when women realized just how hugely endowed I am... especially somebody who had no forewarning of it. Right now, I was probably a good nine inches, and stretching longer as she watched. "Look at you," she murmured, her breath quickening. "My god..."
We both stopped to watch my rod swell -- bigger and bigger and bigger and bigger -- to its full, massive size. "I never even knew they could get that big," the girl whispered as she wrapped her long fingers around the shaft.
Women need a good deal of foreplay to prepare for an erection the size of mine, and, perhaps lazily, I'd gotten used to putting my **** between a girl's breasts. But this girl had almost no cleavage, though as she lifted her top off over her head, she did have an amazing body and pretty, if small, breasts. I would have to change my usual strategy, I thought, but before I could, she was all over me, rubbing her naked skin next to mine, sliding my rock hard penis through her fingers, planting her lips on mine. She had an incredible confidence which further turned me on -- a confidence I could only imagine came from her formidable height. She took charge in a way no woman ever had with me since tenth grade, and when she finally lay on her back on her bed, her fantastic legs spread out before me, I was desperate to be inside her. As she guided my massive **** into her, she pulled me close with remarkable strength and, smiling hungrily but firmly, said "I want all of that inside me."
As I slowly slid into her, I waited until her first gasp to stop. She moaned happily, having no idea that I was still only about two thirds of the way in. I pulled back, then thrust inside her again, several times, before probing another half-inch or so deeper. She let out a tiny sigh, and I repeated the process, every ten thrusts or so, going a little deeper. "How much more of you is there?" she finally asked.
"You'll see," I teased her.
"More, please" she demanded. I obliged, finally sliding my entire length into her. This was a rare thing, and it had been some time since I'd been able to do this -- Amy was getting closer, but still had a way to go. It felt incredible, every last inch of my **** swallowed up in her welcoming womanhood. I realized how lucky I was that I'd jerked off in my room, because I think that gave me extra staying power, and I was able to bring this girl to orgasm twice before, as she arched her back and lifted me up during her second climax, I finally exploded inside her.
The last thing I noticed as I drifted off to sleep beside her was how much longer her body was than mine, stretched happily across the sheets.
I had no idea how much time had passed when I started to open my eyes. "He's waking up!" a woman's voice announced. "Finally!," another replied. When I looked up, I couldn't believe my eyes -- it was Nikki and Andie, the girls from the elevator!
"What happened to...?" I blurted, realizing I didn't even know my new lover's name.
"Diane?" one replied. "She had to go. But she told us all about you. I'm Nicole."
"And I'm Andrea," the other piped in. "We never got a chance to introduce ourselves on the elevator."
"You're on the team?" I asked.
"How could you tell?" Andrea replied, standing up to her full height to accentuate the joke.
"Don't be a show-off," Nicole replied.
"She's just jealous," Andrea told me. "Last year, she was the tall one. She was two inches taller than me! I thought I had stopped growing a couple of years ago, but look at me now! I'm taller than her!"
"No you're not," Nicole shot back.
"Come on, back to back," Andrea challenged, then turned to me. "You be the judge."
I could hardly believe it! These two giants, comparing heights, right in front of me! But as they stood back to back, I remained beneath the sheets.
Nicole looked down at me. "You're not going to able to tell from down there," she said.
"I'm not sure where my clothes are," I replied.
"I know. We hid them," she said with a smile. "Now come on, who's taller?"
What the hell? I stood up, completely naked, my flaccid penis flopping down onto my thighs. The girls saw it and exchanged a smile, then stood up toweringly straight, back to back, their considerable chests thrust out in opposite directions. They were so much taller than me that I couldn't even play their game -- I couldn't see who was taller without standing on a chair, which I did. While each of them contended she was the tallest, Andrea was the winner, though not even by an inch. "It's Andrea," I told them.
"See?," she announced, victorious. "That's what a three-inch growth spurt will do for you?"
"Whoever heard of a nineteen year old growing three inches in a year?" Nicole asked.
"Whoever heard of girls outgrowing doorways in the first place?" Andrea answered. "Especially you." She turned to me to explain. "At least my family's tall. Her brothers aren't even as tall as you."
"Your family's not that tall, either," Nicole replied.
"My Dad's six-five and my sister's six-two."
"But not six-ten."
"And a half!," Andrea countered with a laugh. "No. But I think the two of us have a pretty skewed idea of what 'tall' is." She turned to me. "I'm not the only one who grew since last year. See, she was the taller one, I was the one with big tits. Now look at her's. They're almost as big as mine!"
"Bigger," Nicole boasted. "Definitely bigger." They both grinned. "I think it's time for another comparison!"
The day had become surreal by now, but even so, my heart leapt at this new development. Nicole stuck her huge chest out, nearly at my face level! Then Andrea did the same. These were four of the biggest breasts I'd ever seen -- they were even bigger than Amy's (even adjusting for the scale of their bodies, they seemed slightly bigger). "This one's too close to call, I think," I said.
"Oh come on, wimp," Nicole teased as she moved closer to me, shoving her huge boobs into my face.
"No fair!" Andrea replied as she stepped in and did the same.
It was an astonishing feeling, smothered in four gigantic breasts, so soft but bouncy, pushing against my face with just a little overstretched fabric and a soft bra separating us. It was so overwhelming, I didn't immediately realize my **** had grown hugely erect once more, and was now brushing against Nicole's leg. She looked down: "Oh my god. Diane didn't even do it justice!"
I looked down, and again my erection seemed even bigger than usual. Maybe I had never been so fully hard, I thought. But this thought was a brief one, as I looked up to see both girls lifting their shirts up over their heads. As they unfastened their bras and let their gigantic breasts free, I could now see that Andrea was the winner of this comparison, too, but only slightly -- Nicole's were spectacular, too. Nicole was quicker, though, and she easily pushed me to the bed and engulfed my super-sized hard-on in her incredible cleavage. "Let me in!" Andrea yelled, and before I knew it, they had pushed their four mountainous breasts together, with my erection sticking up in the middle!
How is a threesome done? That's the question that went through my mind. I've heard about threesomes, of course, but what exactly does it entail? I could tell as the two giant girls stared hungrily at my manhood that nothing less than penetration would satisfy them, but I had already come twice today. Twice more seemed out of the question. But then, today was no ordinary day, and maybe this being the third time around was my advantage -- maybe I could bring one of them to orgasm without coming myself, and then I'd climax inside the second.
Sex with Nicole was mind-blowing. Her body was so long, so welcoming, her legs and arms enveloping my entire body. Her nipples were incredibly responsive to my caress. Amy had huge boobs, yes, but they were basically props, albeit fun for me. But Nicole seemed on the verge of orgasm just from my sucking softly on her nipples, and tracing the contours of her bountiful breasts with my fingers. My gargantuan erection -- and there was no question, it was bigger than it had ever been -- slid smoothly inside her, a perfectly tight fit that sent her towering body into convulsions of pleasure. I only went three-quarters of my length inside her at first, and she moaned that she'd never imagined anyone going so deep. When I surprised her by probing my last few inches deeper, her body writhed with such ecstasy that I felt like I was riding one of those mechanical bulls. It wasn't easy keeping myself from exploding inside her, especially when Andrea joined in, wrapping her slightly longer legs over my body and pressing her slightly more gigantic breasts against my skin. Didn't she realize she was hurting her own cause?!
But somehow, I did manage to hold off. Nicole's colossal body erupted in a series of orgasms, until she finally collapsed, blissfully, into the sheets. "My turn!," Andrea announced immediately. As I pulled my massive rod out of Nicole, it seemed endless -- I'd never pulled out fully hard before -- and every inch revealed made Andrea hum with anticipation. Even the act of pulling out of Nicole made her shiver with pleasure, until she finally let out a tiny yelp as my swollen head popped out.
As I stood and got a look at her, I couldn't help but be in awe of Nicole. Her long, dark hair cascading over the pillows. Her fantastic breasts, so firm and round, her nipples pointing to the ceiling. And her incredible overgrown body, too long for any standard bed, her legs dangling off the far end.
But my reverie was cut short by the incomparable feeling of two huge breasts pushing against my shoulders, the ample flesh enveloping my head to past my ears! Andrea reached down from behind me and wrapped her long fingers around my mammoth ****. "I can't wait one more second," she moaned, and with that, she guided me to the room's other twin bed and effortlessly pushed me down onto my back.
No woman had ever taken charge with me the way Andrea did. But then, if the tallest, bustiest woman I was ever going to meet didn't take charge, then who? With my rock hard erection sticking up like a flagpole, she climbed over me, spread her endless legs wide apart, and slowly lowered herself on top of me, swallowing my giant manhood inside her dripping womanhood inch by inch by inch by inch. As she sat on top of me, she put the full force of her weight into me, to be sure to get every fraction of my length inside her. I knew I had never been that far inside a woman, and it was an incredible feeling.
I felt like I was going to explode inside her, but Andrea was in complete control, and she knew just how to keep me right on the edge. As she got hotter and hotter, she started to fondle her own nipple, but I reached up my hands and played with them myself, much to her pleasure. I couldn't imagine what her life was like, intimidating pretty much anybody she'd pass with her astonishing size, and on top of that to be so incredibly beautiful. And I thought that I was pretty much the luckiest guy on the planet at that moment, being blessed with a gigantic endowment and somehow in one day lucking into three gorgeous women -- two of them true giantesses -- who could make full use of it. (I would add that they were all sexually voracious, though all modesty aside, seeing my size tends to bring that out in women.)
I was amazed at how in tune with me Andrea was -- she was able to bring me right to the brink of climaxing time after time, but always stopped just shy. She seemed to experience a small orgasm each time, but held me off, and she clearly enjoyed teasing me like this. Finally, she smiled down at me and whispered "Get ready..." Her skills at bringing me to climax were as fine tuned as her skills at keeping me from getting there, and as she got more and more excited, she began to cry out rhythmically in ecstasy, louder and louder. I felt like my bulging **** couldn't take much more of this, but just then, Andrea squeezed her fantastic legs against me and abruptly sat straight up. My **** responded by erupting within her! I was throbbing, shooting what felt like gallons of semen inside her for much longer than I ever had before! It felt like she was draining me of all fluid in my body, though obviously that was not the case. As my **** kept shooting load after load inside Andrea, a rapturous grin spread across her face, and as I finally slowed to a trickle, she slid off me and lay down beside me, her gigantic body hogging the bed, her sprawling limbs folded up over my relatively puny form.
"Wow," Andrea whispered to me as she shut her eyes. I glanced at Nicole, still napping gorgeously across the other bed and beyond. I felt like a giantess slayer, the two of them blissfully inert, ravishing titans felled by my skills with my sword. Okay, I was waxing a bit poetic, I admit, but the moment seemed to call for it.
And then I glanced at the clock. Holy ****! It was 5:15! And the wedding was called for six! I tried to slither out of bed, but Andrea sleepily wrapped her arm around me and smiled in a way that said "You're not going anywhere."
"I'm here for my... my cousin's wedding!" I blurted out, choosing to leave Amy out of it. "I've got to go!"
"So sad..." Andrea cooed, cutely, and she let me go.
When I burst into my room, Amy was sitting in her formidable bra doing her make-up. I feared that she would immediately smell sex on me, but I think the perfume she'd just spritzed on her was all she could smell. "Where have you been?" she asked.
"I went on a hike and got a little lost," I lied. "Sorry."
Amy smiled knowingly. "Trying to work out some of your frustrations," she concluded. "Frustrations?" I asked. "Your raging hard-on from before," she replied. "You must be horny as hell. Maybe after the wedding, we can consummate my cousin's marriage."
I just smiled at her as I quickly hopped into the shower to wash off the residue of my three magnificent lovers. Amy was no shorty at five-nine, but despite that and her spectacular rack, she suddenly seemed so disappointingly average.
We got to the wedding just in time, passing the groom on the way in and rushing to our seats. Amy's dress was cut low, revealing spectacular cleavage that made her the envy of every woman there, and me the envy of every man. But my thoughts were of bigger things, literally.
I was distracted through the ceremony and reception. One of the groomsmen was a big guy -- I'd say 6'6" -- and he towered over everyone else there. All I could think of was how short he'd suddenly find himself in the presence of Andrea or Nicole. The only thing that distracted me from thoughts of them were the hors d'oeuvres, which I attacked ravenously. I suppose my energy had been seriously depleted during the afternoon. Amy definitely noticed. While we were dancing, she whispered "What's going on? I'm wearing this nothing-to-the-imagination dress, and you can't keep your hands on me!" I said something about being tired, which she seemed to accept, a little. But she did start pushing her boobs up against me as we danced, to try to get me going. I did my best to play along, but it wasn't really happening.
It was while the bride and groom were cutting the cake that I vaguely noticed several guests looking away. Finally, Amy turned to look. "Oh my god," she said to me. "Look how tall she is!" I spun around to see Andrea, in a t-shirt and short skirt, standing at the double-doors, her head well above the door frame. I instantly looked away, but then thought better of it and tried to somehow signal her to go. She didn't. For her part, she tried to gesture "come on over" to me, but I ignored her.
But it was what I saw next that, incredible as it may seem, became the most lasting image of the day. Because I wouldn't go over there, Andrea turned the other way and gestured to somebody. Suddenly filling the door frame was another tall woman -- not Nicole, but somebody else. And as this somebody crossed the threshold, she stood up. And up. And up. My mind spun as I realized she was taller than Andrea! Way taller!
As she finally stood to her full height, there wasn't an eye at the wedding -- not even the bride's and groom's -- looking at the cake. Everybody stared in silent amazement at a woman so tall, she redefined what "tall" meant for us. She was at least six inches taller than Andrea! And, in a black dress with tiny white polka dots that was outrageously short on her, she was incredibly sexy. She didn't have the same ripe voluptuousness as Andrea or Nicole, but she had the kind of body that held nothing back. Her breasts were medium-sized at best, but they rode so prominently on her chest that they dominated her frame. Her legs were insanely long, and spread ever so slightly at her feet, they seemed to form an arrow pointing straight to her vagina, which the tiny skirt of her dress only barely hid. Her hair was medium length and dark brown, and some of it dangled in her face in a teasing way.
And she was staring straight at me.
By now, I was not surprised to be getting hard once again. The pressure in my boxers grew until my penis, almost as if it had a mind of its own, pushed past the material struggling to contain it and extended out into my tuxedo pants. I wasn't even wearing my tux jacket, so there was nothing to hide my growing bulge with. And my tux pants seemed so flimsy as my **** pressed ever larger against the thin material, creating an outline that left nothing to the imagination.
Not that this would have been noticed if this giant girl hadn't smiled hungrily down at my swelling erection. With that move, half the wedding party turned to see what she was looking at, and saw my massive endowment stretching my pants. There was an audible murmur that traveled through the wedding hall. I didn't know what to do! I glanced at Amy, who was confused but clearly knew something was up. I couldn't just stand there and let three hundred wedding guests ogle my bulge. So I hurried out a nearby door.
I stood there, in the empty hallway, for a few moments. My mind was racing. What the hell was going on? Who was this towering, stunning girl who even dwarfed Andrea? I couldn't be sure just how tall she was, but she would definitely be the tallest player on most NBA teams, if not all! None of these thoughts was helping alleviate my aching boner, which had run out of room in my pants and was getting uncomfortable.
"Oh my god, you're right," I heard a female voice say. "It is bigger. A lot bigger." I turned to see the giant girl, and Andrea, looking shockingly average next to her monumental friend. "It gets even bigger," Andrea replied. "And he knows how to use it."
"I'm Kari. Come with me," the giantess beckoned. It only took me a second to comply. There was no way I could return to that wedding reception, and frankly, no way I could resist this girl. It seemed like she had to bend every joint in her body to fit through the elevator door, and once inside, she immediately crouched to her knees and unzipped my fly. "I need to see this," she said.
I objected lamely: "There's cameras in the elevators," I blurted out.
"I don't think you have anything to be ashamed of," Kari replied as she watched my gigantic **** stretch its full length out of my fly. "Whoa," she murmured as she opened her lips and leaned her head down (because even on her knees, she was almost as tall as me). She softly wrapped her lips around the head of my **** when the elevator doors opened.
As Kari crouched out of the elevator door and unfolded her towering body, I saw that a family -- a mom, a dad, and a teenage boy and girl -- were waiting on this floor. And though there was nothing I could do about it, I felt bad that these teens saw me in all my hugeness. The boy would surely think himself wildly inadequate, and the girl's expectations would be forever skewed. I could only imagine the talk these poor parents were in for.
Kari's room was bigger than the others, which I guess made sense, and the two beds had been pushed together the long way, so her body could actually fit. She sat down on the bed and reached out her long, long legs to pull me closer. Then she turned her attention once again to my erection. "And I thought my boyfriend had a big dick," she said, smiling.
"You have a boyfriend?" I asked.
"I'm not exactly a nun," she replied. "Lucky for you, he's back home, because he'd kill you. He's gigantic. He's almost as tall as me. But his dick ends about here," she said, wrapping her fingers around my shaft a good inch from my ****head. "And he's nowhere near this thick." As she said this, her other hand traveled down between her legs, and she started rubbing herself.
The room was thick with the smell of her arousal. She fingered herself with one hand while she slowly slid her other fingers up and down the length of my shaft. Then, slowly, she stood up, her immense form stretching higher and higher. I think she enjoyed taking her time, dwarfing me more and more as she stood straighter and straighter.
When she was finally fully upright, her head was maybe six or seven inches from the ceiling, and her nipples were erect and jutting out well above my mouth level! She casually ran her fingers across the ceiling, then reached down and pulled her dress up over her head. Her naked body seemed to have been sculpted, so astonishingly contoured and audaciously pneumatic was it. As I looked up into her hungry eyes, I realized for the first time how ravishing she was. She spread her lips in a smile, then the words came out: "Let's see what that giant ****rod of yours can do."
If NIcole was a sensual lover, and Andrea was a controlling one, Kari was definitely a dirty girl. Sex with her involved a lot of licking, a lot of biting, and a lot of swearing. She clearly loved being gigantic -- I think it was as much a turn-on for her as it was for me -- and when she stretched her body across both beds, from the tips of her outstretched toes to her fingers extending far above her head, I swear her body must have been ten feet long! I'd seen women that day beyond anything I'd ever imagined, but the sight of her supple curves stretching most of the way across two beds still makes me gasp when I think about it. She was ravenous for my ****, rolling her fingers up and down its entire length for ten minutes at a time, licking every square inch of it and actually getting enough in her mouth for me to finally understand what a real blow job feels like. Inside, she was incredibly wet, and as she took short, rhythmic breaths of pleasure, she told me "It's so big, my pussy can feel every bump on it as you slide it in and out!" I could tell she was on the brink of a huge orgasm, so I teased her by pulling almost all the way out of her. As I looked down, the size of my erection shocked even me, looking like a thick piece of pipe connecting us at our groins. Looking further, I could not begin to believe how long her legs went, well past where my feet stopped. Slowly, I slid my massive organ back inside her. I knew she was putty in my hands when she exploded in her first orgasm when I was just a couple of inches in. As I continued to penetrate deeper within her, she screamed in ecstasy, over and over again, louder and louder, and I'm sure everybody in the whole hotel could hear it. That just made me more turned on, as I imagined the wedding party listening as I satisfied a true giantess. Finally, my **** throbbed with the most intense orgasm I 'd ever experienced, and Kari let out a squeal of pleasure that sounded like it should have shattered glass.
When I woke up, the bed was still soaked from our incredible sex. Kari was still asleep, and with the light coming in from the cracks between the shades, her physique was even more astonishing. I stared at her in awe, her endless limbs entangled in the sheets. She needed two sheets and two blankets to cover her vast body, and of course they had separated in the middle, leaving her flat tummy and her vagina exposed. I glanced at my tuxedo, in a ball on the floor, and wondered how I was going to get my regular clothes back without a scene with Amy. It seemed unavoidable. I got up to go take a shower.
As I washed, I realized it had not even been 24 hours yet. Not even a day since I'd first realized that overgrown girls were the sexiest creatures walking the earth, and already I'd ****ed four girls taller than me, including almost certainly the tallest woman I'd ever see. My flaccid **** felt heavy as it flopped from one leg to the other, not completely soft but mostly, and I was again grateful for being blessed with such an amazing member. My own size was a turn-on for me, and as I soaped up my tool, it responded by growing a bit.
Suddenly, what seemed like a mountain crossed into my peripheral vision, but I quickly realized it was Kari, awake and joining me in the shower. "Wow," she growled. "I thought I'd dreamed that thing, but here it is, bigger than life." As she finished climbing into the shower, I realized she was too tall to even stand up straight in it! Not to mention that the shower water hit her just below her tits. "How do you even take a shower?" I asked in awe.
"I'm used to it," she replied as she reached down to play with my ****. "No shower's been big enough for me since I was fourteen. My dad raised the shower head at home for me, but it was less than a year before I was too tall for that, too."
My penis was growing again in her hands, partly from her fondling and partly from the thought of a teenage girl outgrowing even an extra-high shower. Kari bit her lip as she purred her approval. "Mmmm. I love watching you grow huge. It reminds me of me." She got on her knees as she continued to fondle my swelling manhood. She wrapped her lips around it, feeling it grow inside her mouth.
"You don't know how strangely compelling this is," she said as she licked and caressed my ****. "My whole life has been growing bigger and bigger, outgrowing everything. My poor parents could never keep me in clothes for more than a few months. Nothing was ever big enough for me. And when finally something was, it wasn't for long. Clothes, beds, guys, whatever. Imagine being my boyfriend -- he's 7'3". I'd never seen anybody so much bigger than me. A little over two years later, he looks up to kiss me." As she discussed her relentless growth, she stroked my stiff-as-a-board erection with increasing fervor, occasionally engulfing it in her eager lips and tonguing my ****head vigorously.
"But this thing," she said as she came up for air. "It's like it was made for a girl my size. It's been so long since something has been my size. I can't fit in beds, I can barely get into a car, airplanes seem to mock me. Don't get me wrong -- being a giant is a thrill every day. This may be bad, but watching these two short guys move those beds around so it could even fit me got me so horny, it was all I could do to wait until they left to get myself off. Is it bad to get so turned on by my own size?"
As she said this, she opened her mouth as wide as she could, to demonstrate just how big it was, and she went so far down on my ****, it took my breath away. I was gasping for breath, and so I couldn't tell her that I knew just what she meant. That occasionally, it almost turned me on more when other guys, rather than girls, found out how huge I am, because I loved knowing how my size made them feel so inadequate about themselves.
But I never had the chance to say that, because I could feel a surge of excitement about to burst within me. Amazingly, I could feel the base of my penis throb and push a huge load of come up the length of my shaft, surging out of my bulging **** like a hose spraying milk. I think Kari was surprised by the force of it, and once she'd had a mouthful of it, she stood and let me spurt all over her gargantuan, naked body. She reached up and casually spread my semen on the ceiling of the shower, then ducked out of the shower and walked back into the suite, using her hand to smear the room's ceiling with my jism.
"Why are you doing that?" I asked. She shrugged. "Because I can," she said. "I don't know why. I just like it. I like to do things I like. Maybe one day, they'll bring one of those infrared lights in here and wonder how anybody splooged all over the ceiling. I don't know. It's just sexy to me."
My softening erection was still throbbing slowly, still dripping, for what seemed like another fifteen minutes. It was certainly the longest, by far, that I'd ever taken to completely stop spewing. As I threw on my crumpled tuxedo just so I could get back to my room, Kari stretched her endless body sexily across the beds -- she still seemed impossibly big. "I'm sleepy," she said. "I don't want to go home now." Go home? It turned out, all the girls were checking out today. As I headed out, she stood up and playfully pushed me to the door not with her hands but with her abundant body.
I stopped at the door. "There's not another one, even taller than you, is there?" Kari looked at me like I was crazy. "Taller than me?" she asked. "Not if I can help it." As I left, I turned back once more to see her vast body filling the door frame, her shoulders disappearing above the door.
I was nervous as I slid my key card into the door of my room. How would Amy react? I was hoping she wasn't there, that I could put this off until later. The door unlocked, and I went inside.
Immediately, I saw something I wasn't expecting. It was the groomsman -- the 6'6" one -- naked, built, and on top of Amy, who was gasping for breath, screaming "Yes! Yes!," her gigantic boobs bouncing against his muscular chest. She saw me for an instant, but was clearly having too good a time to care. I took this all in in just a few seconds, then quickly slipped out of the room and shut the door behind me.
I sat in the hall, waiting, for quite some time. Sitting by the door, I could hear Amy yelling rhythmically, orgasmically, for what seemed like an hour. It wasn't like she wasn't entitled, though I have to say I was a bit surprised that she moved on quite so quickly. Then again, she was gorgeous, and tall, and truly stacked. Any guy would want her, and I can see why she'd be in the mood. Still, her orgasmic screams seemed to mock me. I have to admit, I was impressed by this guy's staying power.
Finally, her gasps stopped, and about twenty minutes later, she opened the door to me. She looked happily exhausted, her hair going in every direction. She was wearing a hotel bathrobe, and somehow she even looked busty in it. Her strapping new lover was fast asleep in bed, and I have to admit I found him a little intimidating at that moment. "Did you have as good a time last night as I did?" she asked.
"I'm sorry," I told her. "Really."
"You should be," she said. "But it worked out very nicely. Ted here is amazing. No offense, but for a while now I've had fantasies about being with a man who was bigger than you."
I glanced at my crotch. "Not down there," she smiled. "I can't imagine meeting anybody who'll ever come close to you there. Though believe me, Ted's got nothing to be ashamed of in that department. I'm sure most girls have never imagined one as big as his. The thing is, he fits inside me. Perfectly. After all these years trying to stuff your monster into me -- not that that wasn't fun -- having all of him inside me is really sexy. And the rest of him is so big... mmmmm."
While I gathered my stuff, she asked me about Kari, told me how after I left, nobody spoke of anything but the impossibly giant girl and the impossibly giant bulge in my pants. As I finished packing, Ted got up to use the bathroom, and was certainly shocked to see me. I could see how Amy would be turned on by him -- he was powerfully built, very tall, and his semi-hard penis was impressive by any normal standard. I was briefly tempted to whip out mine just to show him what huge really was, but I decided to be a gentleman, said a quick goodbye, and made a quick exit, leaving Amy out of my life for good.
Over the next few months, Kari and I hooked up a few more times, but beyond the sex, we really had nothing. She was definitely not the sort of girl you bring home to mother (if she could have even fit in my parents' small apartment!). And by the time we broke it off, Nicole and I were seeing each other pretty regularly. She was everything I'd ever wanted in a woman -- stunning, intelligent, fun, busty, incredibly sensual... and just about 6'10". Andrea tagged along a couple of times before Nicole and I decided to be exclusive. Amazingly, Andrea grew even taller, stretching another inch before she finally stopped. She loved her extra height, but was frustrated at being just a half-inch shy of seven feet. Eventually, she had a boyfriend of her own, a guy named Randy who was about her height. But she never stopped flirting with me, and to this day calls me "Buffy." Randy thinks it's because we used to watch that show together, but in fact, what she's calling me is B.F.E. -- "Best **** Ever." I'll admit, every time she calls me that right in front of her boyfriend, it seriously turns me on.
I was thinking about just that as I thrust in and out of Nicole, my pleasure further enhanced by the knowledge that in less than an hour, her huge playground of a body would be mine until death do us part. And knowing that our wedding guests were gathering just outside the door was arousing as well. She'd lifted the elaborate skirt of her wedding dress up and as out of the way as we could manage, and as I slid my swelling erection back and forth within her (and she gasped repeatedly with satisfaction), it felt like the perfect fit in every way. Finally, my **** felt electrified, and with spasms of an intensity I'd never felt before, I unloaded within her. Nicole climaxed along with me, arching her back and stretching her gigantic body so intensely, I thought she was going to rip right through her wedding dress. Finally, we both came down from it and settled back into the sheets. I started to pull out of her, but Nicole grabbed my ass and pushed me back down. "You're not going anywhere," she smiled. "You know how much you spray. Better make sure every drop winds up inside me, because if any of it gets on my dress or your tux, we're in trouble."
And so I laid there, atop and inside my stunning, towering bride, my whopper **** throbbing slowly inside her, and knowing that my adventure was just beginning.