Check On Summer

You decide to go check on the noise coming from the basement. When you and April moved in, you called dibs on turning the basement into a wreck room. April called it your man cave, it has a TV mounted on the white painted walls which goes good with the dark gray carpet, all of your different game consoles neatly placed underneath, your PC in the corner on a black desk, and a futon that folds out into a bed. As you walk down the stairs you see Summer pounding said futon with her comically big hands.

*POUND* *POUND* *POUND*

"Stupid, damn, Box." She grunts in between her pounding.

"Are you alright?" You ask more so as to stop her from creating more dents in the cushions than to comfort her.

"I'm down here, taking out my frustrations on this couch with hands bigger than my head. Really stupid thing to ask me."

"Well, lets talk about it, Summer. It might make you feel better." You walk over from the wooden stair case as she tires out and on flops down onto the sofa. She rests her elbows on her knees and puts her chin on her hands which can cover her cranium with plenty of room to spare. "I know this is a lot to handle but what are you feeling?" You try your best to comfort her, remembering tips your fiance read as she was taking some psychology classes. Honestly April was always better at this stuff than you.

"I've just felt so angry after we all split. I don't even know who I am anymore. I was April, then there was five of me. I don't even feel like a whole person." For most people when they say they feel incomplete, its figurative but in Summers case, it's literal. She's one fifth of your girlfriend now, you don't even know how to respond to that. "And worst of all are these big stupid hands."

"Oh, they're not that bad."

"Oh yeah." She holds one of them up to you so you can see it up close. They are massive, the palm is around the size of a large frying pan, her fingers have to be somewhere between ten to twelve inches long and are as thick as your wrists. "I can't hold on to anything without breaking it. It's like everything I touch is made out of Styrofoam. I tried using the remote but my fingers are too big to press the buttons, I almost broke the door handle when I touched it. It sucks so bad."

"It's alright. You'll get use to it." Summer starts sobbing, so you pat her on the back. Which leads to you giving her a hug. Which leads to her hugging you back. You feel her hands cover your whole back as she holds you tight to her, she wasn't kidding on the strength as it feels like getting a bear hug. She then kisses you on the cheek, then mouth, then you return the favor.

"I've also been feeling really in the mood." You get in the mood too as the blood rushes to your crotch while your girlfriend makes out with you. Well, one of your girlfriends. You feel Summer's tongue enter your mouth and proceed to tongue wrestle her as you fumble to take off your shirt. You pull the top off of you and resume making out as you unbuckle your belt and take off your pants. Summer tries to take off her pants but her huge fingers can't get a grasp on her button, or zipper, or even the waist on her jeans. "Stupid hands." Her complaints are interrupted as you undo her pants for her. The brown haired hottie smiles at this and grabs her collar, tearing her hoodie off like Hulk Hogan, her bra covered bosoms being free for you to look at. The display of strength was both frightening but also erotic as she takes back the lead, having you sit back onto the futon as she straddles you. Your six inch cock poking out of the slit in your boxers as Summer dry humps it, you reach behind her back to undo her black bra, letting her gorgeous c-cups hang freely. "You like what you see?"

"Yes I do." You dive your head forward and motor boat Summer's tits. She giggles at the sensation but then her eyes go down south.

"I see your little guy there just waiting for me." She gets down on her knees, you feel her pull down your boxers as she gets down between your legs. "Why don't I give him a hand." You smile at first until you see Summer's huge palm, then gulp in fear as you remembered what has happened in the last hour. Now you are not small in the manhood department but compared to her hand, your dick looks like a baby carrot. She carefully grasps your shaft with the her thumb and index finger, then strokes up and down.

"OOOOOooooohhhhh." You moan as her powerful digits stroke you off. It was like getting a hand job from a giantess. Looking down you couldn't even see your cock, it's completely hidden between her fingers. The size disparity makes it look closer to someone pulling out a splinter instead of a hand job.

"So, you like that, huh?" You nod like an idiot who is too wrapped up in pleasure to form words. Summer gets a little excited and you feel her grip tighten way too much. The look of pleasure on your face is replaced with pain as it feels like your penis is caught in a vice grip. Before you couldn't make a sound because you were feeling too good, now you are trying with all your might not to scream. The feeling of getting your dick stroked starts to feel good again as Summer eases back on the pressure. "I know something that you like." You then feel her hands be replaced with a warm, wet pocket as you look down to see your fiance sucking you off as she switches from hand job to blow job. Your eyes roll back as you feel the expert licks of her tongue as she tickles the sensitive parts of your penis while her head bobs up and down. You feel like you're in paradise until you feel her hands covering your arms. Her thumbs and fingers wraps around you as they overlap each other across your torso. Before you could say anything, you are lifted off of the couch.

"Summer!" You shout out of surprise at how easily she lifts you into the air like a child. You are then moved up and down as Summer decides that moving you is easier than bobbing her head to suck you. It's like being on a roller coaster and getting your dick sucked at the same time. Your head and legs dangle and wave back and forth as these giant hand man handles you, shaking you up and down, up and down. "Summer. I'm cumming. I'm Cumming! Oh god." You climax into Summer's throat and she lets you go after she finished sucking out all of the jizz you sprayed out. Falling back onto the futon, she plops down right next to you, wiping the cum off of her lip with her huge pointer finger.