When Max awoke again, his body was completely exposed now. A cool ocean breeze crept in through the palm trees and lightly washed over his skin. The absence of clothing let the gush of air wake him from a dream. He sat up and noticed his cock was at half erection while Mika knelt down in the hut near him using a slab of wood to cut her vegetables on. She too was naked, but the large woman had no shame about her. Apparently, she was proud of her immense size and physique. Mika simply hummed an island tune and dropped the cut-up morsels into a pot of boiling water over her firepit.
Max looked at her while trying to use a palm branch to hide his growing erection. Mika's big butt was facing him, and he could see her dusky rose-colored pussy lips peeking out below her. Oh, to be able to crawl under that woman and begin eating her out, he thought. No, he was her guest, and she could overtake him easily. Best to get permission than to beg for forgiveness as she pummeled him into the sand.
"You are awake, Sky Man," she said looking over her shoulder. "How do you feel?"
"I'm better, thanks to you," Max responded through the rustling of his palm branches as he hid his privates from her. "That is beginning to smell wonderful. What is it?"
"It's a tribal recipe, going back ages," was her response. "Here, taste." Mika turned her lovely body around and knelt over him holding a roughly carved wooden spoon. Steam roiled off the end, and she gingerly brought it down to his lips. Max sipped her broth and smiled. He tasted what seemed to be carrots, onion, and something else with a tangy yet salty finish. It made him want more.
Max looked up at his enormous savior and smiled. "Mika," he started, "I owe you so much. I want to thank you for taking me in, helping me get better, and feeding me like you have. I have nothing in return, but I wish I could repay you." The big black native looked at her new companion and smiled.
Pulling away Max's palm fronds, she lowered her face to better meet his and spoke. "Yes you do. But first, we eat." She then tossed his palm aside and fetched a small wooden-carved bowl from her collection and filled it with broth. "I don't have extra basoochi, so please sip from the bowl."
"Basoochi?" Mika held up the spoon she used to let Max taste her soup. Max figured it was her native word for spoon. "Oh," understanding, "it's OK. You've been more than accommodating." Mika sat next to him with a loud thump as her weight displaced the sand in her hut's floor.
"What is this word, 'accommodada?'" Max chuckled.
"Accommodating. It means adjusting your life to help me. I'm thankful for you." Mika blushed and patted him on the head as if Max were her small dog. They sipped her soup and munched on the soft vegetables within it as they talked. Soon, the two of them were full. Max had his small bowl while he watched Mika down three of her larger bowl's worth. She then took the wooden dishes and set them aside.
"Walk with me. Can you stand?" she asked him. Mika stood up in her hut and looked down at Max. He gazed back up at her with awe, since she had a beautiful body and an angelic dark-skinned face. Even if he couldn't, Max was becoming mesmerized with Mika's company and figured he would fake it until he made it.
Max stood up and brushed sand off his naked body. "Where are my clothes?" he then craned up at her and asked.
"Your cloth is burned up," she said flatly. "The strips were not repairable, so I used them to start the fire," she explained, using her hands to mime the act of striking stones to create sparks. Max's heart sank with the thought of now having absolutely no possessions on this remote wild island. "You won't need them," she explained, "I will keep you safe and warm." As Max figured he stood only to her mid-thigh, he was going to need her for both.
The two of them stepped from her hut and strolled down to the island's beach once more. He did his best to stay beside Mika as they walked, but her stride was much larger than his. As she walked, he had to quick jog in order to keep up.
Once they arrived back where Mika found Max in the life raft, she stuck her trusty spear in the sand and turned to face little Max. Her naked pussy glistened near his eyes just overhead, and beyond that much higher her face looked down at him over large ripe breasts.
"It's time for repayment," Mika said while licking her lips. The towering native knelt down in the sand and massaged her big breasts in front of Max. She was so big to him, enough to give him thoughts of inadequacy if he started to imagine what it would take to pleasure such a big woman. "Do you find me a good mate?" she asked. Max nodded.
"I want to try, I just hope I'm enough for you." Mika leaned down and with one hand snaking around the back of his little head, she drove in to his face and kissed him gently at first. Her other hand slipped between her thighs to work on her clitoris and soaked pussy lips. Max opened his mouth in their kiss and welcomed in her big searching tongue.
She tasted like wet silk, island heat, womanly pleasure, and native soup all at the same time. Max found that combination intoxicating and he maintained his breathing while Mika's tongue filled his mouth. The mini giantess broke her kiss and planted more on his neck and chest. Max, in response, reached for her big soft breasts and fondled her nipples in his palms.
The big woman was so soft and warm. His smaller body melted into hers. Mika sat back on the sand and opened her legs to him. "Come to me," she cooed as the tide rolled across the sands. Max then straddled her strong thigh and wrapped his arms around her rib cage. His face melted into the cleavage of her open breasts, and he kissed her back. As Mika casually ran her index finger along Max's little ass crack, the tiny lover could hear her voice once more.
"You wanna be next when I'm done with this one?" Max's eyes bolted open in her big embrace. Turning his head around and craning to see, the little pilot looked out from his big woman's hug and saw three more giant native women standing at the jungle's edge.
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