Giantess Encounter

"So it's real simple... you just do whatever you feel like, when you feel like. No part of me is off limits tonight, okay? When you want to stop, say stop. I'll stop that instant, no matter what. Until then, though... I'll use my entire ten feet and eleven inches to make you cum, harder than you ever have." She drew ever close; it seemed I'd finally coaxed out her courage in full. "I want you sooo fucking bad, little Annabeth..."

A twinge went through my body. Her fingers slid down my sides, neatly pinching the fabric of my dress and then pulling it upward. My arms complied, moving upward and letting her slip the thing off me, leaving me in only my simple bra, panties, and black flats.

She smiled, bending even lower to bring her face down to my stomach, kissing her way up to my face - between my tiny breasts, up my chin, and then finally on my lips. We shared it for much longer than I thought; her lips were so huge, but somehow they still fit together; my tiny mouth opened wide into her much larger one.

I felt her tongue slip into my mouth, filling it almost completely and nearly making me gag as the tip reached the back of my throat. Her hand found my back, bending me backward and easily suspending me at a forty-five degree angle in the air with only her fingers as we kissed. I tried to let my own small tongue dance with hers, but it felt more like she was tasting me from the inside out.

The kiss suddenly broke finally returned and our kiss broke. I hadn't noticed, but I guess when we were kissing, her hand had somehow unsnapped my bra - surprisingly deft for a giantess. It slipped down, loose, into my arms - baring my A-cups, pink nipples tiny and stiff.

I abruptly felt very self-conscious. I'd been wearing a push-up bra, and... well, I'm a bit insecure about my breasts. I still thought about getting implants constantly. Every time it hadn't worked out with a guy I couldn't help but think it's because of my small boobs. I swallowed deeply as she stared at them, her face filling my field of view. I began to choke out words.

"I'm - I know they're small, right... I wear push-up bras, um..." I couldn't think what else to say. "I was going to tell you before you pulled it off-"

I was still trying to think when she moved very quickly, her hand slipping behind me and letting me back down at an angle again, her mouth moving to my tits. Warmth enveloped one as the small bump of flesh vanished into her lips, and just as suddenly I felt as if she was trying to suck my whole chest into her mouth. I gasped aloud as her tongue found my sensitive nipple, laving it.

Her mouth danced across my chest, slickening my pale skin with her spittle. I laid there, suspended in her hands and letting my bra fall to the ground as she worshipped my tiny tits. There was a nearly obsessive light in her eyes, staring down at them as she took each itty-bitty boob into her mouth again and again.

Her lips released one nipple with a pop, briefly, and she looked into my eyes. "You're forgetting - you could have F-cups and they'd still be tiny to me. These are yours." She immediately dove back into them, treating my boobs like the most perfect, delectable, and expensive treat in the world - gently licking and sucking at each, savoring every moment of contact with my small tits.

I'd never had a guy pay much attention to them during sex. A few licks and nibbles here and there, but never anything like this. At first, I only thought it was weird, but she kept going, holding down my tiny body and all but worshiping my little boobs.

The heat, the passion of it built up before I knew it; my nipples became so stiff, and I could feel myself getting wetter in my panties. I couldn't make sense of it, but it felt awesome. This immense and beautiful creature, so lost in something as tiny and innocuous as my A-cup tits.

All but panting now, I found my hands drifting downward, groping for... something. The same large, soft masses I felt pressed to my thighs. They were so warm and inviting, but also so heavy; I could barely move my legs. My fingers caressed their sides, and soon I pushed my entire palms in to her globes of feminine flesh. They were so big and fantastic. A small giggle escaped my lips, and I felt even more giddiness within.

Her face came up again, smiling. She was happy that I was enjoying myself. Placing two fingers on my chest, she walked them between my nipples, each glistening with her spittle... then further down my stomach, each massive digit pressing gently into my skin. She was going further down...

I bit my lip. Some rational part of me said - just do it. Surrender to her, become her little minx. Her fingers drew ever closer to my plain white panties, and I was again reminded of her enormous proportions. Her body was so huge and powerful; she could easily break me. What if, in the throes of passion, she crushed my ribs or something?

Her fingers reached the hem of my panties. One brushed across my sex, making me shudder just a bit. I wanted those huge fingers to explore me. I wanted to know what pleasures a giantess could show a petite girl like me. I wanted to know what pleasures a petite girl like me could show a giantess, too.

Most of all, I trusted her. She would be as gentle and careful as she said, and then some. Our eyes met for a moment, and she bent down to kiss me one more time. Just then, I felt her finger hook under the band of my panties, and with a swift tug, she slipped them down my thighs.

They came loose easily, except right at the crotch where I may have soaked them a bit. I was even more excited about this than I thought; I'd never had my panties get so wet they got stuck before, not for any guy. She smiled at me again when she noticed, and tugged my panties the rest of the way off - putting them on top of a bookshelf far higher than I could reach.

Her fingers again danced just over my sex; I'd just shaved it the night before last, and her fingertips slid over the bare flesh in a simple, tantalizing motion. They brushed against my folds, making me suck in air through my teeth. I wanted her to play with me, to make me so hot I was boiling - but I also wanted her to shove a finger or two in me right now.

"So smooth and delicate... I'll be very gentle, okay?" She bent down over me, and abruptly slipped both her arms underneath me - one beneath my ass, one under my shoulders. With a single grunt, the world abruptly shot away - I blinked, and realized I was up in the air, held aloft in her arms.

I trembled reflexively, looking around and gripping her arm with white-knuckled fingers. "Hey!"

She held me a bit closer, pressing my small body to her breast. "Shh... just a short walk around the room. Pretend I'm carrying you from the doorway to the bedroom. Let me be romantic for a minute."

"Umm... okay..." I'd already almost forgotten that I was being suspended eight feet up in the air, held by a powerful giantess - because I could only think about her soft, warm boob, pressed to my side. Her stiff nipple was poking into my ribs; somehow it was incredibly noticeable. The other one was just by my foot, and I couldn't resist waving my little foot around, tapping the thing and trying to catch the stiff nubbin between my toes.

She gave a small giggle as she walked back to the deep, oversized couch that served as her bed, gently depositing me on it. Its seat was six feet up in the air, and she placed me right at the edge - legs dangling off the side of it. She knelt there, going down on one knee again, and with two fingers she pushed my legs apart. Her head drew close.

"What abouuu-ooohhh..." My hands immediately pressed to her head, grabbing handfuls of her thick hair as she dove wholeheartedly into my sex. Her mouth pressed completely to my womanhood, and her tongue skillfully applied to my folds right away. I yelped and wailed, flailing my legs as I was eaten out for the first time.

Yeah, first time. It wasn't just that most guys weren't interested. I also didn't entirely trust the one guy who ever offered to do it. He seemed eager, but also just clumsy enough to hurt my delicate little flower down there; mine is pretty sensitive. Somehow, this eleven-foot-tall tower of womanhood was more gentle and loving than any man I knew, and within moments I was ooh-ing and aah-ing at her attention.

One large hand grasped my calf, holding my foot high up as she settled into position. Her huge head still loomed above my sex, her eyes boring into mine. She was watching me so intently, drinking in every little squirm and moan as my tiny body writhed with pleasure. I felt like her plaything, except I wanted her to play harder.

I felt a gentle push down there, between my folds. Her eyes met mine again, and I felt the push once more, more firm this time. I stared deeply into her dark eyes as I moaned, gripping the couch fabric with both hands. It had taken me a moment, but I now realized she was pushing her big giantess tongue into my sex, and it felt incredible.

One hand came up near her mouth, resting on my stomach. Her massive thumb went to my clit, gently strumming it as her tongue ravaged my depths. The huge muscle twisted and wriggled inside me, stretching me wide. Her tongue began a simple in-and-out motion, each time moving in some new way, finding some new sensation to explore. I began to buck my hips, on some instinct; my body was responding like I was being fucked, rather than eaten out. I couldn't even think of stopping.

Neither did she. Her tongue relentlessly fucked me, and I could see she was using her neck to help. I reached down with both hands, putting them on her cheeks as I arched my back, panting and staring at her wide-eyed. My hips bucked, and I could see her chin and mouth were glistening now with my juices.

I'd never been this wet before, nor had I ever known myself to make the girlish, giggling sounds I was producing now. I'd heard them in porn, and always thought it was some rehearsed fantasy stuff that sluts did for guys, but now I couldn't stop myself from cooing with soft, high-voiced, incoherent noises. I was already her little moaning pussy-slut.

"I'm... ah, ahhh!" I bit my lip as her thumb pressed my clit, almost pushing me over. I was so close. "I'm gonna cum, Minnie, please! Ye-ye-ye-YESSSSsssss!"

I thought she would slow down, or stop. Maybe move into a different position. She didn't; she just kept right on going, redoubling her effort. I let out a long, involuntary wail and felt the languid waves of pleasure pouring out of my clit, spreading through my pussy and out through me. I spasmed, arching my back and curling my toes as I gripped the couch. My little body went taut, her tongue still buried deep inside me and her thumb working my clit hard while I came.

"Fffuucckkkk... fuck fuck! Ohhh!" I panted, shaking in place and my hips bucking - almost enough to throw her tongue out of me, but she stayed with me, eating me out like nobody ever had before.

The pleasure gently faded away, turning into rawness and sensitivity. She slowly withdrew her tongue, releasing the leg she'd been holding. I'd thought she would resume her looming over me, maybe forcing a kiss; I wouldn't have resisted. Instead, she just knelt there, resting one elbow next to my waist and resting her head on the one hand, and stared at me - smiling.

Her tongue eventually lolled out. She took it in two fingers, pulling it out a ways, then slowly retracting it into her mouth - with a certain trepidation. She noticed me peering at her oddly for it, and turned to me again. "Sohhy. Didnt'... fink... it wouldf... my tongue... cwamped, a bit." She got the words out slowly, massaging her throat and jaw in the process. "Ftay thehe. Sweep if you waht." She tried to laugh, but it came out a bit weak.

I frowned at her - as if I'd just roll over and sleep after such a wonderful gift - and slid down off the couch, finding my balance a tad unsteady but entirely manageable. With her kneeling, I came up to just below her head. I placed my hands against her throat and the underside of her head, feeling them. I stood on my tip-toes and looked her in the eyes. "No... let me see."

She rolled her eyes, but stuck her tongue out. I couldn't see anything wrong with it, but I guess it was just cramped, like she said. She had actually fucked me with her tongue, like it was a cock - and that did sound a bit exhausting, at least for her poor tongue. Maybe she'd pushed herself a bit too far for me, because she was so desperate to see me cum.

Standing tip-toed with one hand braced on the couch, I took her huge tongue into my mouth, gently kneading it with my lips and working my way down its length with a slow and gentle kneading with my teeth and my own tongue. I had no idea what I was doing, but she did say to just do what I felt. I'm the little minx here, I get to be playful and weird.

In fairness, she did seem a bit confused, but didn't stop me, and eventually I was tilting from side to side - trying my best to massage a giantess' tongue with my mouth. It didn't writhe and explore me like before, but it seemed bizarrely intimate.

I let it loose, and she pulled it back into her mouth. She gave me an odd smile. "Thanks... um, nobody ever did that for me."

I gave a weak shrug. "For what it was worth... that was amazing, when you were... tongue-fucking... me. Better than any cock."

"Um, thanks... I just... felt like I had to do it. It's been a bit of a fantasy of mine to, um, try that." She hunched down a bit, seeming oddly sheepish for a giantess. "It was pretty hot, but I never realized it would mess up my tongue like that."

I raised an eyebrow. "You'd never done that before? I was the first?" Yes, I wanted to be the first.

"I've... been with one other giantess... but with other normal girls, well, it never actually went past that part where they see me naked. Weird, right? I'm supposed to be showing them my vulnerable side." Another thin, weak smile - forced. I gave her a knowing grin; I knew exactly what it was. Seeing her naked made her only seem more huge and powerful. "One just groped my boobs for a minute, then she took off."

"I'm staying all night." I said it simply, trying to pull her down toward me a bit closer. She drew low, her immense body looming before mine.

"Oh... okay." She bit her lip as our faces drew together. Still unsure of herself. "You can just rest if you want-"

"Why are you being so nice?" I slipped my hands down her neck, letting them come to rest on the warm, round masses of her breasts. They were far too large to fit in my hands, but I did find her nipples, squeezing them. "I thought you weren't going to stop and ask for every little thing, Minnie."

"I - um - I'm not, but..." She glanced away for a moment, pensive. "That's... I said that, but it's like an ideal, something I aspire to, you know... and you keep - I don't know - distracting me somehow."

"Distracting you how?" I squeezed her nipples again, loving the way she gasped as I did. Each round pink nubbin almost filled my palm. I wanted to throw myself into her boobs; they were such massive pillows of love, bouncing gently with her every little motion. I gave another squeeze. "Like this?"

There was a low grumble, and very abruptly I found myself pushed down onto my back. She loomed over me, face and breasts just above my own face, now with a much less sheepish expression. "Just by being you, you little thing... your face, your tiny body, your little tits, your small voice, everything you say and do... I want to just lock you up in here and be with you every night."

I couldn't explain this sudden, powerful attraction between us, nor was I about to spend an hour pondering it. Reasonable thought would have said that such a confession in the middle of a one-night stand and otherwise meaningless sex with a waitress might be a red flag.

I reached up, caressing her face, letting one hand slip down to her pendulous breasts. "I... okay... just no locking me up. Freedom is important to me." I let the other hand join the first on her breasts, mesmerized by their beautiful mass. "Let's have the big dating and relationship talk after we fuck like bunnies, okay? Cute, lesbian bunnies. Except one bunny is cute and and fuzzy and fits in your hand, and the other is the size of a pit bull."

"I... would like that." She frowned. "I have to be the pit bull? I can't be a Great Dane or something-"

I pressed her tits together, stopping her line of thought. I hadn't been able to resist once I began staring at them again; I was reveling in their soft warmth. "Forget about dogs... and... um... is it weird if I just completely lose myself in your tits for a minute?" I bit my lip, running my hands all over their warm, soft roundness. "I think they're hypnotizing me."

"You can lose yourself in any part of me, and you can do it all night if you want."

I gave her a small frown. "Am I a girlfriend or a pet to you?"

"I thought The Talk was tomorrow. And you're Annabeth to me." She drew me a bit closer, her breasts pressing to my face now. "I can't help it if my boobs hypnotized you."

"I wonder if your pu - pu..." I choked. I'd had this nice line in my head about wondering if her pussy would do the same... but then I couldn't say the word. What was wrong with me? Could I not be a prude for once?

"Maybe it does." She seemed to understand, smiling warmly at me. I beamed. She rose up, rolling sideways onto the couch. I hopped once, catching the edge and mantling myself up onto it. She didn't help; she must have sensed I was turned on by the size difference between us. It wasn't just some random detail - it was a critical part of our shared attraction. The powerful, yet vulnerable, giantess; a strong protector, yet desperate for the affection of a confused, petite waitress.

Once up, I surveyed her beauty as she laid out on her back, stretching once then relaxing. The wide expanse of her flat, taut stomach was out before me, her huge breasts sagging only a bit to each side as she settled into position with her head on the armrest. Her hands went up behind her head, and she smiled at me - then spread her legs a bit. Between them was her smooth-shaven cleft, which I couldn't help but stare at.

I must have been staring at her sex for a while - I suddenly felt her hand on my head, turning it toward her and pulling me close. Her breast filled my field of view and my mouth opened of its own volition as her nipple came near. The salty taste of it filled my mouth an instant later, and I began suckling before I could even think. I simply had to explore her, to sneak around and between every part of her scaled-up beauty.

I reached out with a hand, finding the other nipple and playing with it. Straddling her stomach, I turned her chest into a playground, throwing myself into the wonderful softness of her enormous tits. They were like firm, heavy beach balls of warm femininity. I could feel the soft rumbling of her moans through my sex from where it rested just at the edge of her ribs. It felt pretty nice any time she made her not-so-little noises, and I wanted her to make more.

Still, I found myself drooling over another thought. Between her legs, just behind my ass, was something I was both scared of, and delirious with need for. I ached to explore her folds, but a part of me was hesitant. Would that make me a lesbian? Wasn't that water under the bridge at this point? Was I supposed to change anything about my life after I decided I wanted her pussy more than anything?

She never forced me to move, or even asked for me to tend to her sex. She seemed to love having me on her breasts, but eventually I felt some kind of magnetic force pulling me down lower. Whether I wanted to consciously or not, my body was bringing me down to her pussy.

I was kneeling now, between her slim, huge legs. Had she been my size, they probably wouldn't have been much thicker than mine; maybe a bit more muscled, but not at all some scary bodybuilder stuff. She just kept in shape... and was eleven feet tall.