Purple Haze #3: Booby Traps
by Unknown
What does a man do with the universe's largest breasts? Suck them of course.
Update: 20/10/1997 to giantess

So what do you do after the best sex in your life?  Dan Peters would have
preferred a good night's sleep, but the gigantic woman holding him had
other ideas.  Casey Lott carried him from the bedroom and set him down in
the adjacent room.  He remained naked, even though she had yet to remove
more than her shoes.

He took in the huge furnishings of her living room, and wondered why they
weren't towering over him like skyscrapers in a city.  He looked at his
feet, and realized he was standing on a table.

"I'll get us something to drink," she said.

"Wait."  He looked up at Casey.  "I haven't been on solid ground since I
met you.  Mind if I get on the floor and look around?"

"Sure."

She set him on the floor, where a 12 x 12-inch pillar immediately caught
his attention.  He took a step toward it and nearly lost his balance.  His
trailing foot had caught in one of the piles of the thick carpet.  As he
shook it lose, he spotted another pillar identical to the first.  He
followed it up, and, seeing a pair of matching columns behind it, realized
the set formed the legs of the table he had just left.

"How goes the adventure," boomed a voice from above.  "You didn't get very far."

Looking at Casey Lott from the floor was like gazing at the high-noon sun.
Peters had to look straight up before he found her face.  He offered a
wave, and followed the shape of her body down to the floor.  There, he
found a foot as wide as an old-town street.  He walked up to it in
increasing awe.  The ankle was even with his hip and her shin rose out of
the anchoring foot like a massive oak.  Standing next to her, he barely
reached the base of her calf.

"Don't move," he heard her call out from above.  "Just stay right there."

Like an old, solid-fuel rocket, the foot lifted off.  It rose straight up,
crossed over him and landed with a thud twenty feet away.  Then the other
foot rose and turned into a blur, not regaining its shape until it landed
twenty feet further out.  She was walking, Peters realized, toward the row
of two-story townhouses at the end of the room.  No, it was the couch he
had seen from the table above.  She stopped before the sofa and set
something down, then turned and retraced her steps.

"I'm not sure this floor thing is such a good idea," she said.

"Hold it," he cried, raising his arms.  "Just stand right there."

She could barely hear him, but his raised arms made her stop.  "What's
wrong, Dan?"

He cupped his hands to his mouth. "Nothing.  "This is the first time I've
really seen you.  All of you, I mean.  All at once.  My God, you must be a
hundred feet tall."

She laughed.  "No, not quite."

"Not quite?  What do you mean not quite?  You're a goddamn goddess, Casey."

"Thank you," she said.  "Thank you very much.  But Dan, I'm not actually a
goddess."
She stepped closer, knelt down and continued in her best conspiratorial
tone.  "I'm just a really big girl."

"Yea, but I'm just your average guy.  I mean Casey, look at you.  Why even
bother with me?"

"Because you're a producer, dummy," she said with a laugh.

She reached out and scooped him up.

"And because you can't stop staring at my breasts," she teased.  "Believe
me, a good boob man is so hard to find.

"But mostly, because I think you're kindda cute.  No, I think you're really
cute.  Okay?

With that, she took him to the couch, set him on the cushion and gave him a
glass of wine.  Then she removed her jacket, peeled off her top and plunked
herself on the floor in front of him.  At the sight the exposed brassier,
Peters nearly choked on his wine.  Each of the twin cups was the size of a
gazebo.

"Oh?  Not to your taste," she asked with a wicked grin she knew he wouldn't see.

Peters swallowed.  Hard.

"I was wondering," she said.  "Mind helping me out again?  There's a clasp
down there, think you can undo it for me?"

Peters suddenly found himself standing in the shadows as she leaned closer
and swung the daunting brassiere over his head.  Centered on the base of
the garment, tight against her chest, was not one but a set of three
old-fashioned, interlocking metal clasps.  Unlike the merely annoying
connectors of old, these booby traps were enough to inspire celibacy;  each
one of the U-shaped links was nearly the size of a snowshoe.

"She's gotta be kidding," Peters said to himself.  He reached up, spread
his arms wide and grabbed the fabric on either side of the clasps from
hell.  He pulled until his arms shook, but nothing budged.  His next
assault centered on a single clasp, but the outcome was virtually the same.
Finally, he pulled himself up by the top edge of the fabric between the
breasts.  He gained a foothold on a link attached to the underlying layer
of fabric, then grabbed the overlapping flap, which caused him to lean
outward until he looked like a waterskier, sideways, on her calm torso.

Pushing with his legs and pulling with his arms, Peters started gaining
enough slack for the clasps to release.  It took a do-or-die effort, but
the three guardians began to slip their hold.  As the last two links were
ready to part, the bra exploded open and swung out like a sail on an
unsecured boom.  Peters went flying and crashed into the seat of the couch,
with Casey's unleashed breast following close behind.  It slammed down and
buried him deep in the cushion.  The massive breast settled on top of him,
easily pinning him from head to toe and side to side under its staggering
weight.  Peters attempted to slide free, but it held him in place.  Then he
felt it quaking.  Slowly the weight released, emitting the sound of Casey's
full-tilt giggle.

"Nice job, Matie," she said.

He sat up as she leaned back, her unrestrained breasts now bounding in full
display.

They were huge.  Period.  They weren't just huge to him, they were huge on
her - expanding geometrically from her chest in every direction.  Casey was
so well-endowed that if she were a normal-sized woman, the sight of her
would compel Earth's largest-busted stripper to hang up her bra.  In fact,
the nipples alone were larger than most womens' breasts.  For some reason,
though, Peters found himself comparing the twin planets to the large,
walk-in closet in his hotel suite.  If Casey were to lift off its
eight-foot-high ceiling (as only she could), and lower just one of her
fabulous breasts into the compartment, she would overwhelm the space and
burst the walls without even taking a breath.

While Peters watched, she slipped off the shoulder straps and let the bra
fall away.  Even unsupported, her womanhood jutted outward in a clear
challenge to gravity.  Casey ran her fingers through her hair and leaned
back on her arms, lowering herself until the top slope of her breasts were
level with the seat of the couch.  Then she angled closer until her nipple
nearly brushed the side.

"Care to hop on?

Peters continued to stare.  The top plane of her awaiting orb was larger
than a king-sized mattress.  Nearly twice as long, in fact, and half again
as wide.  As it gently rose and fell, he became entranced in its rhythm.

"Ahem," she said.

Peters stood and started for the edge of the couch.  As he did, her heaving
mass loomed up too, rising until the protruding nipple was level with his
face.

"Oh Dan," she said.  "I just can't wait any longer.  I need you to touch it."

Cautiously, he reached a hand toward the center of her aureole, its
diameter equal to the size of an open umbrella.

"Don't be afraid," she whispered.  "Use both hands.  And squeeze.  Really
squeeze hard."

Peters complied, and almost immediately he heard a soft moan.

"Oh, that helps," she said.  "Do it again."

Peters responded by kissing the tip and massaging the great nipple.  Within
moments, there was another long moan and the burgeoning knob began to
expand in his hand.

"Don't stop," she pleaded from above.

He began licking and squeezing until he heard a powerful grunt and the
nipple lurched from his grasp.

"Oh, that was great," she said as she caught her breath.  "Phew.  You can't
imagine how much it turns me on to have someone undress me like that."

She dropped her head back and stretched, oblivious to the fact that her
pose was the most spectacular vista Peters had ever beheld.  Eyeing him,
she swung her breast back to the couch and beckoned him to board.

"Are you kidding about this," he asked.

"Trust me, Dan.  Just jump."

He let, landing in a crouch that caused him to fall forward as the soft
flesh gave way under his feet.  Even fully extended, he barely spanned half
the length of the giant's ample breast, which also provided enough room to
roll twice in either direction with little danger of slipping over the
side.

"Home at last, eh."  She chuckled.  "Now hang on.  We need more wine, and
this time I'm not leaving you on the floor."

He rode to the kitchen and back sprawled across her warm, bounding flesh.
The journey stirred new life into Peters' dormant penis, a development that
did not go unnoticed by Casey.  As she settled into the couch, she asked,
"Is that for me?"

He rose to his knees and extended his arms, palm out, in a bid for mercy.

"No way, Casey.  I'm done.  After what you did to me tonight, I should be
on the fifteen-day disabled list."

She said nothing, but her face took on an innocent pout.

"Oh c'mon Casey," he said.

The pout stood pat.  Then she gave her breasts a little shake, which
registered as a low-grade earthquake by the time it reached Peters.

"Cheap shot," he protested as he rocked from side to side.

She chuckled.  "I know.  But look.  You're harder."

He saw she was right, and realized he was losing his case.

"Not the best defense, is it?"

She gathered the underside of her breast and lifted, bringing it - and him
- closer to her lips.  She leaned in and kissed him, letting her teeth rake
lightly across his pecs.

"Looks more like the sincerest form of flattery to me," she whispered.

As she slowly released her breast, Peters realized there was little to do
except throw up his arms in surrender.

"You're such a doll," she said.  With a sudden breath, she send his weight
forward, plopping him penis-first into her yielding flesh.

"Mum," she moaned. "That feels good.  Slide down. Let me feel you rub
against me."

Peters began to push himself along her.  He had barely slid back a foot
when he heard another moan.

"Keep going," she whispered.

He slid down the length of her breast until his legs hung over the edge.
He curled his arms around the yielding flesh and pushed further, not
stopping until his testicles rested on Casey's giant nipple.

"Just a little more," she said.

Peters took another grip and descended further, her hardened knob pressing
against the backside of his penis.

"While you're there," she said with a shudder, "why don't you come in?"

"In your nipple?"

"Go ahead, you'll fit"

She was right, of course.  He angled his erect member against her much
larger one and probed the dimple on its tip.  It admitted him readily.  He
thrust deeper until he was consumed within her.  He drew back and
penetrated the enveloping warmth again and again.  The thought that he was
having intercourse with her nipple brought him to ejaculation in moments.

"No, no, don't stop," he heard her say.

Suddenly, she gave out a deafening moan and held him to her breast.

Casey rolled over and kneeled on the sofa, her hand pressing Peters deeper
and deeper as she caressed her heaving bosom.  She let out an involuntary
moan and stretched into an arch, letting her hands fall away.  Both breasts
soared in arousal, the taught flesh prying open Peters' grip.  He slipped
slowly from the face of the breast until a sudden heave cast him into a
free fall.  He dropped, but no more than a few inches.  The giant nipple
that contained him had tightened, too.  It was firmly clamped around his
stem and Peters was dangling - hands free and helpless - from  Casey's tip
as her mighty orgasm whipped him back and forth into the forgiving walls of
her swinging breasts.  Her screams filled the room, but Peters barely heard
them;  his own predicament was inducing him to ejaculate again and again.

Finally, Casey gave out a deep powerful moan.  Almost instantly, her nipple
relaxed and Peters slipped out, plunging toward the couch forty feet below.

The landing came quickly, and softly too.

"It's okay," he heard her say breathlessly.  Then he felt her fingers close
around him as he started to ascend the route of his fall.

Casey was gulping, trying to regain her breath.

"Oh my," she said at last.  "That was good for me, how 'bout you."

Peters felt for his heart.  "Holy shit," he said  Then he fainted.

Casey smiled at the collapsed body in her hand.  She stroked it gently as a
hazy, purplish mist began to surround her.

"Dear, dear Dan," she whispered to herself. "Now you know what it's like to
pass out in my hand too."


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(That's it for now.  If you'd like to see more of Casey during the new
year, please start a thread and post your comments in the group.  Thanks.)




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