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The Long Weekend

 

by Rapscalion

 

The drive to Jeff's property was a little over two hours, and I spent most of that time explaining to my wife Lori just who'd be attending.  She'd met Jeff a couple of times leading up to our wedding a year ago, but though Jeff and I were best friends in college, we hadn't seen much of each other in the four years I'd known Lori.  Jeff and a business partner had started a hedge fund, and that took up every waking moment of Jeff's time for a good eight years.  And for what?

 

A hundred million dollars, that's for what.  I was just guessing at the money, actually. It might not have been that much, or it might have been five times that.  Whatever, Jeff now had more money than he could ever spend in his life, and one of the things he'd bought in a futile attempt to put a dent in his fortune was the huge property in upstate Connecticut that we were driving to now.  I hadn't seen it, but Jeff had told me about it over the phone.  Jeff and his fiancée Carrie would be staying in the main house, and four other couples were staying in the four cabins nearby on the property.  The other three couples were our college buddy Bill and his wife Michelle, Jeff's sister Lauren and her boyfriend Frank, and Jeff's business partner Ryan, whom I'd never met, and his girlfriend or wife or somebody.  Lori knew Michelle pretty well, and was friendly with Lauren, so I knew she'd be set.

 

When we got to the property, my first reaction was that picking a career in journalism was the stupidest move I've ever made in my life.  The place was spectacular, and gigantic.  I actually had no idea where it ended.  Lori and I found our cabin, in a wooded area where the four cabins formed a quad, each cabin about twenty yards from each other.  We put down our bags and checked out the room.  "Cozy bed," Lori said sexily, in a way that bode well for the three day weekend.  There was a fireplace, a small kitchen, and an outdoor shower, behind the bathroom, with soap on a bar sticking out next to the shower head and a six-foot wooden wall providing privacy.  "This will be fun," Lori teased.  That also bode well.

 

We were the last couple to make it to the main house.  The guys were sitting around sampling some new wine that Jeff had bought by the case while Carrie was giving the women a tour of the house.  I gave Jeff and Bill a hug, shook Frank's hand, and then turned to Ryan.  He cordially held out his hand and stood up.  And up.  And up.

 

I had seen photos of Jeff with Ryan, so I knew he was a big guy, but I had no idea how huge he was.  He was certainly over seven feet tall, and substantial at that.  When we shook, my fingers barely made it around his enormous hand.  I'm about average height, a fraction over 5'10", and I really didn't like looking so small in Lori's eyes.  She's only 5'3", so it's not exactly like she doesn't look up to me.  Still, it's a guy thing -- you don't want to feel small.

 

Jeff poured me a glass of wine as I chatted with the other guys.  I sat on the chair arm, so any direct comparison of my height with Ryan's was impossible.  Lori seemed relieved when she heard the other women approaching from down the hall.  The door opened, and in walked Carrie, finishing her tour.  "Hey, you!" she greeted me warmly as I kissed her cheek.  So it was only out of my peripheral vision that I saw the other women enter.

 

But then something drew my immediate attention.  It didn't quite make sense to me at first, but I could see the last of the women enter the room by crouching to get through the door frame.  I turned to see her stand to her full height.  I couldn't believe my eyes!  This was the tallest woman -- by far! -- that I'd ever laid eyes on in my life!

 

She was not just tall -- so tall, she had to duck to get through the door -- but she was absolutely stunningly beautiful.  Big brown eyes, a killer smile, and long brown hair that, as she stood, she flipped to one side of her face.  She was young -- she didn't seem like she could have been older than 24 or 25 -- with a body that defied belief.  Legs that seemed almost as long as Lori's whole body, a flat stomach, and startlingly full breasts, especially for a body so unbelievably lean and long.  She carried her immense body with grace and confidence.  She put her arm around Ryan, and to my astonishment, she was nearly as tall as him!

 

"This is Lori and Ken," Ryan told the giant girl, indicating us.  She smiled down at us, a gorgeous smile, and introduced herself: "Hi!  Samantha!"

 

The top of Lori's head barely made it to Samantha's breasts.  Her shoulders came up about to Samantha's navel.  But Samantha was clearly used to dwarfing people, and didn't show the slightest hint of awkwardness about how huge she was compared to Lori.  Or me.

 

To be honest, I'm not sure what we spoke about the rest of that evening.  I was consumed with thoughts of the sheer size of this couple.  Their hands were all over each other through dinner, affectionately but never quite inappropriately.  They ate voraciously; I'd guess that just the two of them ate as much as all the rest of us combined.  Their legs were so long that bent at 90°, the way you normally sit, their knees hit the bottom of the table, so rather than tuck their legs under themselves, they stretched them across to where my feet were.  Occasionally my feet bumped theirs, which made me self-conscious.  But then, I thought, at their size, what choice did they have?  I imagined their bodies bumped into a lot of things.  I mean, they had outgrown doorways!

 

That night, in bed at the cabin, I waited for Lori to finish up in the bathroom thinking about how my average-sized body was taking up most of the length of the bed.  What did Ryan and Samantha do?  From another cabin, a sound was slowly getting louder -- a rhythmic gasping, short female yelps, the unmistakable sound of intense, athletic, amazing sex.  I knew it was the giant couple.

 

Lori entered, and I couldn't help but notice that there was more than a foot and a half between the top of her head and the doorframe.  Don't get me wrong -- she was great, and beautiful, but I couldn't help but think, at this moment, that my wife was so average.  She heard the sound and smiled.  "Somebody's having fun," she said.

 

"Sounds it," I replied, lamely.

 

Lori got into bed and slid her body against mine.  What she found was that I was already fully erect.  "What's this?" she teased.  I think she suspected that the sounds of sex nearby -- now getting louder and more passionate -- had gotten me going, but I played dumb.  "What do you expect to happen when you get in bed with me?" I asked her.

 

Foreplay was brief, and before long I was inside Lori.  I found myself thrusting to the rhythm of Ryan and Samantha.  Samantha was now climaxing, or at least it sure as hell sounded like it from her shrieks.  I wondered how the two of them managed to fit on the bed, and imagined their long legs dangling off the ends of the mattress.  The thought of it got me hot, and the sex with Lori was the most vigorous we'd had certainly since our honeymoon.  Lori reached orgasm just before me, and let out a tiny "Wow" as I got down off her.

 

But the giants were not done.  Their gasps and cries kept right on going.  What stamina!, I thought.  They'd started well before us, and they were still going strong!  Lori fell asleep quickly, but I listened to the sounds of their intercourse for at least another ten minutes, wondering how long they could possibly go on.  I don't know how long they did, because I fell asleep before they finished.

 

I woke up to the sun streaming in through the window.  I listened, half-expecting to hear the giant couple still going at it.  But all I heard was the birds.

 

I had a hard time figuring out how to work the shower controls without scalding myself, but I finally managed it.  I was soaping up when I heard a loud thud  from across the lawn.  The wood planks that made up the wall of the shower were, like the rest of the cabin, natural, unfinished wood, and so no two planks fit next to the other perfectly.  At about my eye level, there was a gap of maybe a quarter of an inch... just enough for me to see what was going on.

 

What I saw was Ryan and Samantha!  The privacy wall on their shower only came up to their shoulders -- enough to cover what needed covering, but otherwise completely insufficient.  Their water was on, but the shower head only came up to their chins.  Samantha was facing Ryan, only a couple of inches away, looking down and smiling.  I was pretty sure I knew what she was smiling at.  I couldn't help but wonder if Ryan's manhood was in scale with the rest of him.

 

"Is that for me?" Lori asked as she joined me in the shower.  She wrapped her fingers around the semi I didn't realize I was displaying for her.  "I think the fresh air is good for you," she said.  "You were an animal last night."

 

"You bring that out in me," I told her as I surreptitiously glanced to the side to see Ryan and Samantha.  The gap between the wood planks closed up well above Lori's eye level, so I knew there was no way she could see what I was seeing.  But what a view!  Samantha's back was against the rear wall of the shower, and Ryan was pushing up against her, thrusting her into the wall!  If they were of normal heights, nobody could have seen them, but they were much too tall for privacy.  Did they know they had an audience?  Did they like it?  Did they even care?  Right now, it seemed that lust had obliterated any sense of propriety.  Samantha had the serene look of a woman nearing ecstasy, and it made her even more incredibly gorgeous.

 

Meanwhile, Lori was doing me the favor of tugging on my swollen erection.  I watched Samantha throw up her head in climax, and the incredible eroticism of it made me come, too.  I shot my load all over Lori, who smiled at me as if it were for her.  It made me feel slightly guilty, but what could I do?

 

Ryan and Samantha met us all at breakfast, and the passage of time since the night before did nothing to temper the awe I again felt at being in the presence of their size. They were dressed for hiking and walking into town, and Samantha's relatively clingier t-shirt revealed her breasts to be even larger than I'd realized.  For breakfast, they again ate as much as the rest of us combined, and then we went on our way.

 

On the hike, Ryan and Samantha quickly got ahead of us -- it seemed their long strides naturally gave them speed, and when they realized how far up front they were, they would stop and wait for us.  When we got to town, it was impossible to ignore the stares from pretty much everybody they passed, but the giant couple seemed to take it in stride.  I guess they were used to it.  They seemed almost superhuman, towering so far above all of us normal people, ducking so they'd fit through doorways.

 

And I noticed how often Samantha's big breasts would brush against things -- shelves, door  frames, and people, too.  I didn't think she was doing it purposely.  It's just that they were so big, and her line of sight was so high, that this happened a lot and she'd given up caring.  But once I saw the pattern, I could think only of how I could get in the way of them.  And an hour or so later, I managed to position myself so when she turned, the side of her left breast grazed the back of my head.  It felt heavy, and firm, and incredible.  She didn't even say "excuse me," which I took to mean "I'm huge, I bump into things that get in my way, deal with it."  I liked that reading of it.

 

We had dinner out that night, and the table divvied up with men on one side and women on the other.  Lori sat next to Samantha, and they barely looked like the same species!  I said as little as I could in the guys' conversation so I could listen in on the girls.  I could hear Michelle ask how Samantha met Ryan, and Samantha telling a story about how she kept outgrowing her boyfriends.  I distinctly heard her say "Each one was taller than the one before, and each time, we broke up when I grew taller than them!"  Samantha saw Ryan's picture in the paper, and came to New York to meet him.  It made sense to me that, at that size, she'd have to leave wherever she was to find an equally huge partner.

 

I went to the men's room, and I was at the urinal when I saw Ryan entering behind me.  He stood at the next urinal -- there were only the two -- and unzipped his fly.  There was a privacy divider between the two urinals, but Ryan's height made a mockery of it.  From his lofty vantage point, the wall was not hiding my **** at all, while it only was just high enough to keep me from seeing his manhood.  Knowing he could see me made me freeze up, but not him.  He pissed a stream so loud and long I half expected the urinal to overflow!  He must have a hell of a bladder, I thought.

 

But that night, he was putting his manhood to better use.  The giants were at it again, ****ing vigorously and either unable or unwilling to be quiet about it.  "It would be a pain to be that big," Lori said.  "Did you notice the way Samantha kept bumping into things?" she asked.

 

"Not really," I lied.

 

"And the two of them, nothing's big enough for them.  The chairs, the car... Where do they even buy clothes?  I went into the ladies room and Samantha was in the stall next to me, and when she stood up, she could look right down at me!"

 

"I'm sure it's hard being so tall," I replied, though what I was really thinking was how amazing it must feel to tower so high over everybody you encounter that they feel like children around you, to effortlessly command attention with your sheer size.  These people had outgrown our average world to such a degree that nothing was made big enough for them, and if the price of that dominance was that they had to duck to fit through doorways or have special clothes made or drive SUVs, it was more than worth the trade-off.

 

I had a raging hard-on just thinking about it.  Would Lori know it wasn't for her?  I turned away in our bed, but the sounds of sex drifting across the lawn were driving me crazy.  Once I was sure Lori was asleep, I headed to the bathroom to rub one out.

 

As I started stroking my ****, I glanced out the window.  Way across the lawn, I could actually see Ryan and Samantha's window!  I couldn't see much -- the only light in their room seemed to be coming from the fireplace, and translucent curtains were billowing by the open window.  But I could make out shapes, the unmistakable motion of thrusting.  From what I could make out, they were doing it doggy style, with Samantha hunched over the mattress, her long legs off the side of the bed.  I guess that was one way to conquer the too-small bed.  Though I could see next to nothing, just the movement combined with the moaning and the thoughts of lust between people too big for a bed made me shoot my load against the wall of the cabin.  I quickly cleaned up and got into bed with Lori, again wondering how long their lovemaking session could go on.  Again, I fell asleep first.

 

I was vaguely aware of the sound of rainfall as I lay in bed, half-awake, in the morning.  After a while, that was interrupted by the sound of thumping on the porch, followed by laughter.  What was that?  I got up and went to the cabin's living room.  Through the screen door, I could see Ryan and Samantha, soaking wet and taking cover from the pouring rain under the covered porch.  They seemed to find it hilarious.

 

"You can come in," I told them.

 

"Oooh, sorry.  We didn't know if you were up.  Did we wake you?" Samantha asked as the two of them ducked through the doorway.

 

"No," I lied.  "Quite a storm, isn't it?"

 

"Oh my god," Samantha replied.  "We went out for a morning run, and suddenly the skies just opened up!"  Her shirt was sopping wet and clung to her great boobs, revealing their impressive size in no uncertain terms.  I caught myself before it was obvious I was staring, but I'm sure she could tell.  So I made an effort to look up at her face.  With somebody that much taller than me, it was actually awkward.

 

"Have a seat," I offered.

 

"You don't mind?" Ryan asked.  "We're so wet."

 

"Don't be silly, sit!" I replied.  "I would offer you a change of clothes, but..."

 

"Thanks, but they'd be doll clothes on us," Samantha replied as she sat down.  She said it matter-of-factly, not trying to be rude, but her frank assessment of their commanding size took my breath away.

 

"Yeah," I said, dumbfounded.  "I'll get you some towels."

 

I went to the bathroom to get towels.  When I got back, they were kissing, her hand in his crotch, his hand on her breast.  They just couldn't take their hands off each other!  "Oh," I said.

 

They separated and smiled, half-embarrassed and half-annoyed.  I didn't want to look, but I could see that a very conspicuous bulge had formed in Ryan's sweatpants.  He adjusted himself to try to minimize it as I looked away, but I got the distinct feeling he was as huge down there as he was everywhere else.  I handed them the towels and they dabbed at their bodies with them, not so usefully.

 

"You know what?" Samantha said.  "I say we make a run for it."

 

"I agree," Ryan replied, covering his bulge with a towel.

 

"Thanks!" Samantha said as she stood to her full height, a sight that had lost none of its impact.  Then she ducked to get out the door.  Ryan followed, and they made a dash across the muddy field, laughing as they ran.  I knew they were too hot for each other to wait out the rain in our cabin -- they needed each other now, even if it meant getting soaked on the way.  As they approached their cabin, both of them tore off their drenched shirts, revealing on Ryan an intimidatingly chiseled torso, and on Samantha a bra that could barely contain those big, round breasts.  I watched until they ducked to get into their own cabin.

 

I glanced at the sofa.  There was a big damp spot where the drenched Samantha had sat.  I sat in it myself, amazed at how much bigger her body was than mine.  It felt like I was sitting in her lap!  On the armrest remained a damp imprint of her hand, and I put my hand on top of it.  Her hand dwarfed mine.  It's hard to convey just how big she was without actually being in her presence, but this really brought it home for me.  I tried to imagine what it must be like, to be so much bigger than everyone else, for every part of you to be so oversized.  I wondered if this was becoming an unhealthy obsession, because I could think of nothing else.

 

"What was that?" Lori yelled from the bedroom, snapping me out of it.

 

"Nothing," I told her.

 

There was way too much food that morning at breakfast, because the giants never showed up.  I knew it was because they were hungry for something else, but when the others asked where they were, I decided not to say "They're busy ****ing each other's brains out, as usual."

 

When it stopped raining, we decided, ironically, to go swimming.  When I got there, Ryan was doing laps, his gigantic, muscled body looking, in a swimsuit, almost like a Bugs Bunny cartoon version of an idealized male form.  Samantha was wearing a bikini, and while it wasn't immodest, it also gave me my best look yet at her fantastically large breasts.  They were just under the water, as she was standing toward the deep end, water up to her shoulders.  A couple of the other girls were treading water near her, their legs coming nowhere close to the bottom of the pool.  The comparison was inverted, but no less exciting  -- now, they were face to face, but while Samantha's feet were firmly planted at the bottom of the pool, the other girls' feet were kicking above her knees.

 

I took a dip, mostly so I could share the water with Samantha.  Under water, I was able to get away with staring straight at her incredible, bikini-clad body, extending so outrageously long to the bottom of the pool.  The mark nearest where she was standing said "6'," and even accounting for the variability of the water level, I could scarcely believe that her shoulders were higher than my entire body!  But when I exhaled and sunk to the bottom to try it, it was indeed true.  I was completely underwater, and she was comfortably standing up to her shoulders.  I stared for a moment at her immense, incredible body, her heavy breasts swaying weightlessly under the water.

 

And then she decided to get out.  I watched in awe as she pushed herself up and out of the water, her huge breasts brushing inevitably against the side of the pool, the water cascading down her massive body as she straightened her endless legs.  Lori was standing near her with a towel, and as Samantha stood to her full height, her body rose gigantically over Lori, water streaming in large drops down through her fantastic cleavage above Lori's head.  The towel was insufficient for her size, but she made do, sliding it across her glistening skin as she stood, colossal and voluptuous, making everyone at the pool, woman and man, seem puny.

 

This was more than I could take -- my balls tensed up and felt like they needed to explode!  I quickly climbed out of the pool, wrapped myself in a towel so nobody could see how turned on I was, and headed straight for the pool house bathroom to relieve the pressure.  But when I got there, the door was locked.  "Sorry!" came the voice from inside (I think it was Lauren).  I couldn't wait much longer, so I slipped on my flip-flops and dashed to our cabin.

 

In the cabin, I started to stroke my stiff ****, awe-inspiring visions of the gargantuan form of Samantha in my head.  But I was barely a minute in when I heard Lori, Michelle, and Lauren at the door.  I quickly pulled my pants up and greeted them, but my balls were in agony.

 

They remained that way all through dinner, as I watched Samantha and Ryan devour enough food for your average football team.  She looked incredible in a black tank top, which made it quite apparent that if she was ever concerned about being modest about the size of her breasts, she'd given that up.  Tomorrow morning, we'd all be leaving, so I took the time to surreptitiously study her size for remembering later -- how small the fork looked in her oversized hand, for instance, and how high the top of Frank's head was next to her, even seated.  After dinner, we retired to the living room, where Samantha lounged on Ryan's lap.  I couldn't help but think that, were she sitting on my lap, she would probably crush me.  Samantha was slowly grinding on top of Ryan, subtly enough that I probably wouldn't have noticed if I hadn't been obsessed with them.  I took some pictures with my phone, careful to take some of everybody, like I cared about any but the ones of Samantha.

 

It was at this point that the two giants excused themselves.  And that was that.  Lori and I were leaving early the next morning, so this might be the last I'd be seeing of them, though I didn't doubt I'd hear their nocturnal activities.  I was on my way to the bathroom to finally jerk off to the pictures on my phone when Lori caught up with me.  She'd decided to have a look at some of the china patterns and tablecloths to get some ideas for our dining room.  Would it be okay, she asked, if she met me back at our room in an hour or so?  On the one hand, I was annoyed at the idea that she should use my incredibly wealthy friend as inspiration for china patterns.  But that impulse was overwhelmed by my desire to go back to the room and have a chance to really stroke it while I stared at my phone pictures.  So I told her to take her time.

 

I was on my way back to our cabin when I noticed the light go in in Samantha and Ryan's cabin.  How long, I wondered, before they'd be going at it?  What I wouldn't give to be a fly on that wall.  I walked slightly out of my way to get a better glance inside.  What I saw through the open window was Samantha's huge breasts bounce in her huge bra as she pulled her tank top up over her head.  Ryan cupped his hands over her breasts as he leaned in and kissed her neck.  She moaned in approval.

 

I snuck a little closer.  Samantha tugged at the band of her bra.  "This bra is too tight," she said.  "Can you believe it?  Who thought my boobs could get bigger?"

 

Ryan shrugged: "So get some new bras."

 

"My size, they're expensive."

 

"Not for us."

 

"True," Samantha smiled.  "And it is your fault.  I think all the sex is making my boobs swell up."

 

"I thought that was just temporary," Ryan replied.

 

"We're having sex five, six, seven times a day!" she shot back.  Seven times a day!  I couldn't believe it!  "When do they have time to get back to normal?"

 

"Okay, you get your way," Ryan said.  "No more sex for you."

 

Samantha grinned, devastatingly.  "No way, mister.  I am having my way with you right now."

 

She unhooked her bra, revealing her gigantic tits, which were round and firm and incredible.  Her nipples were high and attentive, and seemed to be pointing straight at Ryan. "There.  That's better," she said as her boobs sprang free of the constricting bra.  "Now, what about you?" she asked.  "Any pressure building up anywhere?"  She reached down and put her hand on his crotch, purring "Oh yes, I see that there is."

 

Hidden by darkness on this mostly moonless night, I carefully inched closer to the window.

 

Samantha unzipped Ryan's fly, reached her hand in, and pulled out the biggest dick I'd ever seen in my life!  Even in her oversized hands, the thing was massive, and as she let go and it drooped downward, it became immediately clear that it was barely even hard yet!  Samantha grinned: "Did you notice how many of the others were glancing at your package at the pool?"  Ryan said nothing.  Samantha went on: "They all suspect it.  The girls are fascinated and the guys are terrified."

 

"What do you think it feels like to be them?" Ryan asked.

 

"In general, or with us around?" Samantha replied as she slid her skirt down over her long, long, long legs.

 

"WIth us around," Ryan explained, his **** slowly swelling either at the sight of Samantha's incredible legs or at the thought of his own size.

 

"They're in awe of us," Samantha answered.  "We make them feel inadequate.  Insignificant."  As she said this, I didn't know whether to stare at her breathtaking breasts, her fantastic legs, or at Ryan's huge **** as it grew even huger.

 

"Like children," Ryan added.

 

"No," Samantha corrected.  "Children grow.  These people will never get any bigger than they are now.  They're stuck that size.  And then they stand next to us and suddenly realize what 'fully grown' really means..."  She smiled devilishly.  "We're sooo huge and it makes me sooo horny."

 

She started to stroke the length of Ryan's gigantic ****, which responded by stretching even longer.  I couldn't believe the size of the thing!  Samantha slowly ran both of her huge hands along the length of it, and they didn't even cover it!  I was so mesmerized I wasn't even paying attention to where I was standing.

 

And suddenly, a twig I was standing on snapped!  I fell forward and grabbed the sill for support, making a loud thud.  Ryan and Samantha turned, but I quickly ducked under the window.  Did they see me?

 

"Well," Samantha chuckled.  "It looks like we have an admirer.  Enjoying the show?"

 

I didn't know how to respond.  But then I heard a voice beat me to it: "I'm so embarrassed."

 

I knew that voice -- it was Lori!

 

"Don't be," Ryan said.  "You're hardly the first admirer we've had."

 

I turned back around to see Samantha -- giant, naked, huge-breasted Samantha -- leading my tiny wife in from the door.  She was staring at Ryan's enormous manhood, which hung only semi-hard between his legs, swaying back and forth.

 

"Oh my god," Lori whispered.  "The girls were all saying it must be huge, but... wow!"  Lori gasped as she looked enviously at Samantha.  "It's a good thing you're seven feet tall!"

 

"I wish," Samantha said, in a teasing voice.  "When I get measured right after I wake up in the morning, I'm just a hair over seven feet tall.  But as the day goes on, I'm only six-eleven and a three-quarters."  She looked down at her massive chest.  "These boobs are so huge, I guess they weigh me down."  She pouted, playfully.

 

Ryan walked over to her from behind, reached around her and grabbed her gigantic breasts in his hands.  He lifted them higher, to alleviate their weight.  "I'll make you seven feet tall," he said.  He kissed her neck and she shivered happily in response.  I wouldn't have thought it was possible, but his mammoth erection swelled even huger as it pressed against her behind.  Would this thing never stop growing?

 

"I feel taller already," Samantha cooed.

 

She reached behind her and slid her hand up and down his monster dick.  I wouldn't have thought a **** that big could get fully hard, but this thing just defied belief!  Samantha turned around and rubbed his ****head against her skin, painting herself with his pre-cum.  Then she turned and looked down at Lori.  "Want to touch it?" she asked.

 

Lori smiled nervously as she approached it.  "Wow," she said as she hesitantly raised her hand to it.  "Are you sure?"

 

"Knock yourself out," Samantha encouraged, as she lay her huge body across a chair to watch.

 

Lori slowly caressed Ryan's gargantuan erection, bashfully at first.  But as she ran her fingers across it, she seemed to be more and more fascinated by its immensity.  "I never knew they could get this big," she said.

 

Samantha smiled: "It's a good thing he and I met.  No girl was ever big enough for that dick, and no dick was ever big enough for this girl."

 

This was becoming more than I could take, but it wasn't until Lori slowly ran her tongue along Ryan's shaft and opened her mouth wide to see if his huge ****head would even fit that I finally, instinctually, yelled "Stop it!"

 

Samantha turned her head.  She laughed when she saw me.  "Well, this is a first.  Wife and husband worshippers!  I guess this is too much for you to watch, isn't it?"

 

"What are you doing, Lori?" I pleaded.  Lori had no reply.  What could she say?

 

Samantha grinned.  "Let's make this interesting.  You want your wife to stop sucking the giant ****.  Fair enough.  How about she does that, if you can resist these?"

 

And with that, Samantha stood up, and up, and up, her grin rising way above me until her huge breasts rose to my face level.  Her pert nipples pointed straight at me, just below my chin.  She took a step closer to me, and I backed up.  "I'm a very lucky girl," she said.  "A lot of tall girls wish they were short.  Not me.  I'd hate to be short like you.  I remember being your height.  Seventh grade.  I already had boobs.  Not these monsters, but big."

 

With that, she took another step toward me, her "monsters" just inches from my face!  I backed up toward the wall.  She continued: "Mr. Hurley, my history teacher, was shorter than me.  By the end of the year, he was much shorter than me.  Now I was never very good in history, but he was so intimidated by my size that I coasted to an A with half-assed work.  I liked seeing the look of awe in his eyes when I stood up and looked down at him.  That was all I had to do to have total power over him -- stand up.  I used any excuse to stand next to him.  That was the first time I really felt the power of my size.  I knew then that I wanted to grow and grow.  And I did."

 

By now, I was standing with my back to the wall, but Samantha continued to step closer to me. "I kept growing through my sophomore year of college.  And the taller I grew, the more powerful I felt.  I kept outgrowing my boyfriends.  Trust me, guys who are six-eight don't expect to look up at their girlfriends.  I lived for those moments.  Another so-called giant biting the dust.  Until I read about Ryan in the newspaper, and knew that he was the giant for this giantess."

 

She took two steps closer to me, until her huge, fleshy boobs were just an inch from my face.  "So," she asked, "to keep your wife off my boyfriend's ****, do you honestly think you can resist anything as epic as these?"  She shook her upper body slightly, and her massive boobs responded by brushing against my face!

 

But I did manage to resist them.  For about six seconds.

 

They were huge.  And supple.  And as I put my lips on her erect nipple, this giant girl immediately responded, first with a laugh that said "I win," and then with a moan that said "And I like it."  That the voice came from high above me added to the eroticism of the moment.  I caressed her enormous breasts in my hands, each one seeming to be nearly the size of my head!  Though my face was buried in Samantha's flesh, I could hear Lori purring softly, and Ryan moaning in response.  But I couldn't blame her.  Servicing these giants was a compulsion.

 

"You're good," Samantha cooed as I teased her nipples with my lips.  "Keep going."  But I was interrupted by the feeling of a warm spray on the back of my neck.  I turned to see that Ryan was coming, shooting his huge load across the room and hitting me!  He quickly turned in another direction as he continued to come prodigiously.  My eyes caught Lori's, and she looked ashamed but unrepentant.  She looked up at Samantha.  "Sorry," she told her.  "I guess you had other plans for that."

 

"Don't worry," Samantha replied.  "In ten minutes, he'll be hard, he'll be huge, and he'll last forever.  But while I'm waiting, I think you owe me.  Now, I have two tits, and he has only one mouth."  She lifted her huge right breast and pointed it at Lori.  With my face half-buried in Samantha's left boob, I couldn't exactly object.  Amazingly, Samantha had to lean over so that her nipple was even at Lori's mouth level!

 

The air was thick with the smell of this giant girl's desire.  I don't know whether it just felt good, or whether she enjoyed the power of having a married couple that had always thought of themselves as "fully grown" completely at her sexual mercy.  She cupped our heads in her hands and gently but forcefully pushed us deeper into her humongous breasts.  The sheer size of her hands, and the ease with which she overpowered us (okay, I wasn't exactly resisting), was astonishing.  "Yes," she moaned.  "Keep going, my little friends."

 

Her moans grew faster and more intense.  Not sure what to do, I reached a hand toward her pussy, but she pushed it away.  So I reached up and caressed the curve of her breast.  Suddenly, she shot up to her tip-toes, rising higher above us, as she let out a powerful squeal of pleasure.  She stayed on her tip-toes with her eyes closed, easily towering over seven feet in this stance, as she slowly came down from her orgasm.

 

I peered around Samantha's mammoth breast to see Lori, grinning sheepishly at me.  I grinned back.  Suddenly, I saw her eyes wander to one side of me, and her mouth drop open.  I spun around and saw Ryan walking toward us, his massive boner stretching huger as he approached.  Had it even been ten minutes?  "Step aside," he commanded.  "I'll take it from here."

 

Samantha, still grinning dreamily, reached down and caressed Ryan's massive meat, coaxing it longer and fatter as she stroked it.  She put her other arm around him, mashed her huge breasts against his muscular chest, and locked her lips on his.  As she began to rub the head of his dripping **** against her wet pussy, it was clear to us that we might as well be invisible.  Their giant lust had taken over, and we were not significant enough to acknowledge.

 

Samantha lay back on the bed, pulling Ryan down on top of her.  She brushed her tousled hair out of her face and grinned at him hungrily.  Her huge body lay across the bed, her legs bending off the end of the mattress and down to the floor.

 

Suddenly, I felt Lori unzipping the fly of my jeans.  She reached down and grabbed my erection, which was rock hard and yet by comparison seemed completely inconsequential.  I looked at her in surprise -- exhibitionism was certainly never Lori's thing.  But as she got on her knees and ravenously licked my ****, it was clear she was on fire, just like I was.

 

Samantha started to moan with excitement, the same sounds I'd grown used to hearing all the way in our cabin.  Ryan pointed his immense manhood at Samantha, and she guided it into her waiting womanhood.  It was astonishing watching something that big disappear inside her, and she let out a thunderous cry of joy as he probed her ever deeper.

 

Out of nowhere, Lori pushed me down onto the couch.  I was completely taken by surprise, and though Lori couldn't usually overpower me like that, the surprise combined with her intensity succeeded in getting me down.  She pulled off her shirt and tore off her bra, revealing her beautiful B-cup breasts.  "Suck these like you sucked her monsters," she commanded, and I happily obliged.

 

On (and off) the bed, Ryan was slamming his mega-shaft into and out of Samantha, who gyrated rhythmically with his thrusts, delirious with desire.  They were so huge, and their ****ing so powerful, that the whole cabin felt like it was lurching with the force of their lust.

 

Suddenly, Lori pulled her nipple out of my mouth, threw off her pants, and sat on top of my stiff ****, riding me in rhythm with the giants.  I looked over and saw that Ryan and Samantha were doing the same thing, rolling over so that now Samantha was on top, her oversized breasts colliding into each other as she bounced on top of him.

 

As we thrust in sync with our massive friends, I thought to myself that I may not tower past seven feet tall, I may not have an appendage a horse would envy, but dammit, I was going to last as long as Ryan.  Lori had completely given herself over to her libido -- I'd never seen her like this -- and I was determined to prove to her that my parts may be smaller, but I could be the sexual equal of Ryan.

 

I made a good effort, at least.  I lasted several more minutes, but I could only hold out so long, and I finally exploded inside Lori, whose gasps of satisfaction showed no signs of disappointment.  As she collapsed on top of me on the couch, I stared sleepily at Ryan and Samantha, whose titanic gyrations were showing no signs of slowing down.

 

Even after all this time, I still couldn't get over how big they were.  Their massive bodies made the bed look like a child's bed.  How could two such gigantic people even sleep on such an average bed?  Did they even sleep, or did they simply get catnaps between their vigorous lovemaking sessions?  As I wondered this, I noticed the corners of Samantha's o-shaped mouth start to curl up into a grin.  She let her eyes close and tilted her head toward the ceiling, her whole body erupting in an epic climax that seemed to go on and on.  At least a minute passed before she finally collapsed onto Ryan, blissfully spent.

 

And as she went down, I noticed something moving in the window just past their bed.  It was Lauren and Frank, watching the giants ****ing.  I was embarrassed for a moment that they had seen us, and then realized that they were every bit as guilty as we were.  As Samantha made clear, we were hardly the first.  And we were already not the last.

 

Everybody grabbed breakfast on the run the next morning, and with everybody standing, I took a few more phone pictures of Ryan and Samantha towering so far above everyone, making the rest of us look like stunted midgets next to their colossal bodies.  Neither Lori nor I mentioned anything to the giants about the night before, and they said nothing either.

 

As I was loading the bags into the car, I suddenly was aware of Samantha standing over me, smiling down at my measly form.  "You're not going to say goodbye?" she teased.

 

"Oh, well, it's... I just..." I blurted back.

 

"It's okay," she replied. "I just wanted to mention, it's morning.  Which means I'm seven feet tall.  And it feels great.  Don't you think it feels great?"  And with that, she pushed her giant boobs into my face, separated by only her flimsy shirt and a lacy bra.  And yes, it did feel great.

 

After about fifteen amazing seconds, she pulled back, then leaned over so her face was at my face level.  She winked at me.  "Just wanted you to remember that for when you're ****ing Laurie tonight.  She can thank me later."  And with that, this monumental girl stood up to her full height and walked away, stooping to get back through the cabin door.

 

I did **** Laurie that night.  And I did think about Samantha's colossal breasts.  And whenever we want to get in the mood, we have a look at those cell phone pictures.  We haven't seen Ryan and Samantha since then, but wherever they are right now, we know they're probably ****ing their giant bodies sore.

 

- The End