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Archive-title: Giantess -- Sharon
Another Giantess Fantasy Story. Sharon's not as big as
Janice or Pam, but she's not any less sexy or deadly.
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Sharon's Turn
03-Aug-1993
The warm summer night greeted Sharon as she left the Dew Drop Inn
bar, where she worked as a stripper. It was only about two miles
from the bar to her home, and since her car was in hoc, she was
forced to walk. She wished Carl, her boyfriend was home. But
around these parts the men stayed out late, and the house would
be empty.
Her high heeled shoes clicked clacked on the tarmac as she hiked
under the light of the full moon, her shadow dipping into and out of
a gully that ran along side of the road. After less than a quarter
mile she pulled off her shoes and went barefoot, walking in the warm
wet grass of the gully. She made good time, covering the first mile
of the distance within about fifteen minutes. The night was free of
man-made noises, only crickets, a gentle breeze, the far off croaking
of frogs guided her on her way.
Which made the approach of a car just that much more annoying.
It came at her directly, with its highbeams on, blinding her, so she
did not see but rather heard the car slow, its wheels grinding ever
more slowly on the road surface until it came to a complete stop.
"Turn your fucking lights off!" she yelled, and she heard male
laughter echo from the automobile. Shielding her eyes she began to
abandon the road when she heard the car doors open.
"Hey, baby." leered a voice, "What'ca doing out so late?"
"Yeh." said another, "It's not safe out in the dark."
"You're drunk." said Sharon, as she continued to back away.
"Ooooo, we're drunk. Are you drunk?" "Fucking right, gimme another
beer." "Hey!" "Hey what?" "Where's my beer?" the voices echoed and
weaved aimlessly. Then one piped up "Hey, I seen her, she's one of
them strippers from that bar down the road."
"What? Don't tell me the fucking placed is closed. Hey baby,
is the fucking place closed?"
Sharon nodded, her eyes had adjusted enough to count five men
standing by the car, "Yeh, half an hour ago. Try again tomorrow."
"No fucking way." said one of the voices, "We came to see some cunt."
"Yah." said another, "None of the other places are open for us."
"Come'on, strip for us baby. We'll pay you real good." and Sharon
heard the sound of a zipper opening.
Without a second thought she whirled and ran.
Behind her the men whooped and took off after her.
Too inhibriated to run straight, they lost ground on her at first
but the darkness hindered her flight, as the shifting patterns of
mooncast shadows confused her view of the treacherous ground. A
stick or a stump caught her left foot, not enough to hurt her,
but enough to unbalance, and she fell heavily to the ground. In a
twinkling one of the men was upon her, pinning her to the ground.
Sharon gasped for breath, crushed to the ground. She twisted her
head and watched as the man's friends caught up. They were all
panting heavily and arguing amongst themselves.
"Fucking bitch, damn near broke my ankle on that gopher hole."
"Come'on Randy, get off her." "Don't tell me what to do, asshole."
whined the man on top of her. "Fuck both of you." said another, "I
want to see the bitch squirm."
The man got off her back and rough hands pulled her to her feet, a
beer soaked beard thust itself into her face. "Yah, you're one of
them strippers alright, must have a halfway decent body. Les'see."
And grabbing her shirt in both hands he ripped it, buttons flying
every which way, exposing her naked breasts to the warm summer air.
"Goddamn, look at those melons." "Shit, she's stacked, man could
smother in those tits." "Yah, bet'cha the rest of her is as good
as her mounds." and the rough hands tugged and pulled clumsily at
her blouse, her jeans.
It was unbearable.
But rather than scream...
...Or try and get away...
Sharon tensed.
Feeling neither fear or modesty she felt rather anger and lust.
Her body was suffused with her rage, livid with it, it coarsed
through her veins like molten lead. Her muscle and sinew, blood
and bone screamed for power.
It made her feel giddy.
Invulnerable.
With astonishing ease she grabbed a man and tossed him aside,
then rolled swiftly to her feet. Her chest heaved with the
weight of her passion, she felt like she might explode.
An incredible transformation surged through her body.
Arching her back Sharon screamed like a vixen as a feeling as
intense as an orgasm exploded in her loins and set her skin on
fire. Sudden as a explosion, swift as a hot wind, tall as a
building, vast as a cliff, Sharon began to grow. Her already
voluptous body expanded enormously, impossibly, rose to colossal,
gargantuan proportions. Her breasts swelled within the confines
of her blouse, her arms split the seams, and it fluttered to
the ground. Her jeans bludged, stretched, then burst from her
thighs to her ankles. Grabbing the frayed material she tore
the rest of it from her hips. She was naked, but she wanted to
be.
Ten, fifteen, twenty...forty, fifty, sixty feet tall...seventy,
eighty, maybe ninty feet from the top of her blonde head to the
tip of her brobdingnagian toes.
Sharon was a giantess, a naked titaness, a fantastically
shaped female mountain, an angry, lust filled, colossal young
woman. Alone in the summer night, in the country-side, she
sat, dominating her puny attackers with her magnificant body
as though they were bugs.
None of the men had been caught under her incredible growth, but
they all stood around, dumb-founded by her transformation,
incapable of any thought of flight or escape. Sharon was sitting
on the ground, her legs out straight, crossing the road.
She pushed herself up with her left arm and looked down over the
awesome swell of her naked breasts at the tiny men below.
Two of them stood between her knees, two by her left hand, one
stood a little ways off, slowly backing away from her towering body.
Sharon smiled a wicked smile, a woman's smile, keenly aware of her
power over these men, delighting in their terror of her. She closed
her legs, that trapped two, lifted her left and pinned two more,
and rolling to the left she reached out towards the fifth man with
her right hand...
****************
...I spun on my heels and took off like a spooked deer, but it was
too late, the bitch's hand closed around me like she was grabbin' a
mouse. Her grip was fierce and I screamed, then screamed again as
she lifted me into the air. The ground, sky, and stars spun wildly.
I could hear Brad and Daren shrieking below, after a moment I heard
Willy and Randy also, but they sounded more muffled. My eyes
adjusted in the moonlight and I realized I was staring into the huge
face of this witch woman. Her blue eyes stared disdainfully at me,
she sneered, then licked her lips, her hand tightened around me
slowly and I shrieked for mercy. That got a smile out of her.
"GOD, YOU'RE SO FUCKING SMALL." she said to me, female in timber
but louder than thunder. "I WANT TO CRUSH YOU. ALL OF YOU." and I
heard screams but could not see what she was doing. "BUT NO. NO,
I'VE NEVER BEEN A GIANTESS BEFORE. IT FEELS GOOD, FUCKING GOOD, TO
BE ABLE TO PLEASE MYSELF FOR ONCE. WE'RE GONNA ROCK TONIGHT.
I'M GONNA HAVE EACH ONE OF YOU. ONE AT A TIME." The way she said
'have' made my skin crawl. She lifted her left hand and I could see
Brad and Daren squirming in her fist. She lowered me and a sudden
terror filled me as I smelled her scent, she spread her thighs and
lowered her hand to the ground.
"NO FUNNY STUFF, GUYS." she ordered, "CLIMB ONTO MY HAND WITH YOUR
LITTLE FRIEND". And Willy and Randy joined me and she wrapped her
fingers around us and stood up. The ground was fifty feet down and in
five stides she was back at the car, her barefeet were damn near as
big as it was and I thought for a moment she was going to step on it.
But instead she dropped all of us, except for Willy and told us to
get into the car. Then she pinched the doors with her fingers and
bent the frame, trapping us inside.
Brad was screaming, "She's gonna kill us, she's gonna kill us!" and
Randy was crying like a baby. "Shut the fuck up!" I yelled, to no
avail, "Whose got the goddamn keys!" "Willy does!" whined Brad and
he began crying too. I ignored them and looked outside trying to see
what she was doing to Willy.
She had stood up, her right foot clearly illuminated by the headlights
of the car, her toes actually sunk into the blacktop like it was just
sand or soft earth. Things were drifting down from the sky, one red,
one blue, one then two white. With a shock I realized they were clothes,
Willy's clothes, he must have been naked by now. I tried to peer
through the windshield up to where she held him, but could only trace
her muscular thighs up into the night.
Then we heard Willy screaming. The giantess was doing something to
him, something horrible, but we didn't know what. And as the shrieks
intensified, the giant stripper girl's left foot twisted a little, and
slowly lifted up onto its toes, and I had the awful thought that she
was spreading her legs. Then a moment later the scream intesified
abruptly and something fell in front of the car.
It was Willy.
The fall hadn't killed him, but he was screaming and writhing.
It looked like his arms were broken, and there was blood on his naked
crotch, but if I thought that was the worst, I almost began screaming
myself when I saw that colossal left foot lift completely off the
ground and raise itself over Willy. For an instant the foot paused,
and I crazily admired the luscious shape of it, the delicate, though
huge arch, the long shapely toes. She gently placed the ball of her
barefoot on top of Willy, almost covering him, his head poking out by
her big toe, his feet by her little toe. Then she pressed down.
With a final horrible yell and a meaty crunch, Willy was crushed to
a bloody pulp that oozed up between her curling toes, then was smeared
like jam as she ground him into the road.
Brad and Randy were shrieking and slamming themselves against the
doors, Daren was staring blankly at the roof, ignoring everything.
So I was the only one who saw her squat down on her heels.
"GEE, I GUESSED I LICKED HIM TOO HARD." she simpered, "YOU KNOW,"
she continued, "I DON'T THINK YOU GUYS EVEN KNOW MY NAME. I'M SHARON,
I'M TWENTY-TWO, MY MEASUREMENTS ARE, OR WERE 42-29-36. I GUESS I'VE
GROWN A BIT." The fingers of her left hand strayed down and spread
her labia wide. "WHAT DO YOU THINK OF MY CUNT? PRETTY BIG, HUH? I
THINK ONE OF YOU LITTLE MEN WOULD FILL IT UP NICELY, AND I KNOW FEELING
ONE OF YOU WRIGGLING AND SQUIRMING INSIDE OF ME WOULD MAKE ME COME
IN A BIG WAY." She reached forward and pulled the car between her
legs then pressed down so her pussy spread itself across the hood and
windshield. I could see her vagina puckering and unpuckering, her clit
was big as my head, her juices smeared the glass and filled the car
with her musky scent. "TAKE A CLOSE LOOK BOYS." she laughed far above,
"I MIGHT TRY TO FIT ALL OF YOU IN ME." And she began to rub and grind
her crotch against the car, the roof began to buckle under the weight
of her mons and the window fractured from end to end. "OH GOD." she
was chanting, "YOU'RE MINE, ALL MINE, ALL MINE, OH GOD, OH GOD." and
suddenly the car was lurching. She was spinning it in her hands,
shaking us violently as she inserted a fingernail through the driver's
window and pealed the roof back lke it was tinfoil. Reaching in with
her thumb and forefinger she caught me, and lifted me from the car as
I howled in terror. Then she folded the roof back and set the car
down, and sat down with her legs bent over it so those trapped inside
could still see her gigantic cunt.
Her hands was hot and rough as she dropped me into the valley of her
cleveage, her mammoth breasts rising on either side like high rolling
hills, tipped by her dark swollen nipples. "DO YOU LIKE TITS?" she
asked, "ARE MINE BIG ENOUGH?" and she cupped a hand over each one.
"I WISH YOU'RE FUCKING LITTLE MOUTH WAS BIG ENOUGH TO SUCK ON MY
TIC-TACS." she complained. "I SHOULD JUST CRUSH YOU INSTEAD, BUT
FIRST DO Y'WANNA SEE WHAT MADE YOUR OTHER LITTLE FRIEND YELL SO
MUCH. BEFORE I STEPPED ON HIM." She plucked me from between her
breasts and held me up before her face again, her deep blue eyes
were alive with unhibited lust. "IT WAS FUCKING INCREDIBLE." she
said, "MY BAREFOOT COVERED HIM EASILY, I COULD HAVE DONE ANYTHING WITH
HIM, BUT I WANTED TO KNOW WHAT IT FELT LIKE TO CRUSH A TINY MAN, SO
I STEPPED ON HIM." She licked her lips at the memory, "I COULD FEEL HIM
WRIGGLING UNDER THE BALL OF MY BIG FOOT, TRYING TO ESCAPE FROM ME,
AND WHEN I PRESSED DOWN HE SHRIEKED AND I FELT HIM CRUNCH, BUT THEN
IT TURNED CREAMY AND MY TOES FELT WARM AS I CURLED THEM AROUND HIS
PUNY BODY AND SQUEEZED UNTIL HIS FLESH OOZED UP BETWEEN MY TOES.
IT FELT JUST LIKE MUD AT THE BOTTOM OF A RIVER."
She smiled wickedly, "BUT FIRST I KISSED HIM." and she bent her head
forward, her full lips wet and slightly parted. She opened her hand
and drew me towards her as though she were drinking from her palm.
She kissed me hard and she kissed me long. Then she raised her head,
"NO GOOD," she rumbled, "THE CLOTHES GOTTA TO GO." and she ripped my
clothing from my writhing body. I screamed in agony as she wrenched
my arm back, breaking it in her ungentle haste to disrobe me. "OOPS."
she giggled, shaking her head so her gorgeous blonde hair flew, "YOU
LITTLE GUYS ARE SO FUCKING FRAGILE. GUESS I'D BETTER HURRY BEFORE I
BREAK YOU. NOW WHAT WAS I DOING? OH YAH, I WAS KISSING YOU."
Her lips opened and her tongue came out and she enveloped my body
in her mouth, licking it roughly, worrying me with her teeth. She
growled huskily in her throat and I knew she was resisting her desire
to eat me. My howls filled the night but I was sure they were only
heightening her lust for me as she ran her hot tongue between my
legs time after time until my abused body rose to her ministrations,
delighting her to no end. But then I heard her voice again, "I SAID
THAT I KISSED THAT LITTLE FRIEND OF YOURS. WHAT I DIDN'T TELL YOU
WAS THAT I KISSED HIM -- TWICE."
And her hand dropped like an express elevator, then rose up and my
head was thrust without pause into the folds of her warm wet pussy.
I screamed and tried to grab onto anything, my flailing hands wrapped
around something large, fleshy, wet and hot. Her grip on my body
intensified and in my terror I realized that I was holding her
swollen clit. It must have been too much for her because I felt
her hand tighten spasmotically. Imexonerably she thrust me into
herself, her cunt wrapping around me like a fist. I screamed and
screamed and screamed and screamed...
****************
Sharon looked down between her thighs at the tiny legs protruding
from her cunt, they fluttered wildly as she squeezed him a little.
Slowly she settled down unto the ground, shifting herself so the
car lights illuminated her crotch. Reaching down she grasped the
little legs of her victim, and slowly began to pump him in and out.
She savored his helplessness, dominated him completely, used him
as her own personal dildo. There must have been just enough air
for him to breath, because she could still feel him twisting and
writhing inside of her. It was good, she wanted him to last a little
longer.
Leaving him alone for a moment, Sharon reached for the car.
Peeling back the roof again, she lifted out another tiny little man.
She ripped off his clothing and examined him initimately; poking
him with her finger, rolling him around in the palm of her hand.
Then she unceremoniously dropped him into her cleavage. As he
tried to stand Sharon cupped her breasts in her hands, and pressed
them together.
The tiny man was pinned between her soft tan globes, and she
smiled at him. "WHAT DO YOU THINK OF MY TITTIES NOW?" she asked,
"AREN'T THEY GREAT?" Sharon squeezed him a little harder, "I USED
TO TIT-FUCK MY BOYFRIEND," she laughed, "NOW I'M GOING TO TIT-FUCK
YOU." and she slowly began to grind her breasts together. Her
little victim shrieked and tried to wriggle, but she pressed
tighter until he vanished between her vast mounds. Sharon pinched
her nipples and kneaded her breasts, acutely aware of her two
little men. A playful squeeze of her cunt started her helpless
dildo to struggling again. Between her breasts she felt her other
little sex toy squirming delightfully.
No menage-a-trois was ever like this.
With delightful anticipation, Sharon abandoned herself to her
coming orgasm. Let her body do as it would with her puny little
playmates.
Her body began to gleam in the car lights.
Her head lolled back and whipped forward, and she began to
moan. "OH YAH, FELLA'S...COMEON, MAKE ME CUM...COMEON...COMEON...
OOOOOOH...HMMMMMMMMM...YAH...GOD, YOU'RE SO FUCKING SMALL...HMMMMMMM
...YOU'RE BOTH MINE NOW...MINE...OH...YOU'RE GONNA CRUNCH SO
SWEET....OH I'M GONNA CRUSH YOU BOTH....OH FUCK...OH...OH....
OH YAH! OH GOD! OH! OH! OH! AAAAAAAAAAAA!!!"
With delicious meaty crunches, Sharon crushed both her little men
at the same instant. The sudden change from writhing resistence to
twitching pulp made plain her complete and total power over the
tiny man. It amplified her orgasm. Throwing her head back she
screamed her pleasure in a voice that carried for miles. Her breasts
became slippery with gore. Her cunt spasmed repeatedly, long after its
little toy had been reduced to limp pulp. The come down was long and
pleasant. Sharon glowed with the realization of her gigantic power,
with the knowledge that any man, any man at all, could be hers for the
taking.
Leaning forward she wiped the gory mess of her tit-fuck off with
her hand and onto the ground. Then with her fingers she extricated
the stringy gooy remains of her little lover in her cunt. Looking
at the wonderful effects of her climax, she shook her head in
amusement, no doubt about it, she played rough with her little men.
But the little pricks had had it comming.
Which reminded her.
There were still two more.
Reaching forward, Sharon grabbed the car, peeled back the roof,
and dumped out the last two little men. Then she set the car
back down, still using it for illumination...
****************
She tossed me and Randy outta the car like shaking field mice out
of a coffee can. We lay there stunned, nothing really registered
at first. Then we saw want she done to Daren and Jake. Randy
wailed and started puking. I didn't feel so good, myself. High
overhead we heard her rumbling laughter. Randy started backing
away.
"STOP, LITTLE MAN." she said "I'M NOT DONE WITH YOU YET.", and
to our horror she began to rise to her feet. Her colossal body
looming up higher and higher, all lit from below by the car beams.
She looked down at us over the god awful huge swell of her tits.
"WHATTA YA THINK OF MY 'MELONS' NOW?" she purred happily. "I'M
AFRAID YOU'RE BUDDY WASN'T UP TO A LITTLE SNUGGLE BETWEEN MY
TITS. BUT HE CRUSHED UP REAL NICE." she dug her big toe into the
ground, carving up a ditch like it was just sand. "ALMOST AS NICE
AS YOU'RE OTHER LITTLE FRIEND. I SWALLOWED HIM UP WHOLE. HE FELT
REEEEAL GOOD, BUT I GUESS I SQUEEZED HIM A LITTLE HARD." and she
giggled. "I WONDER IF THERE'S ANY JUICE IN HIM..." And lifting
her foot she placed it on the gory remains of Daren and Jake and
with a slurping crunching noise, squashed them like beetles,
swirling her big toes in the mess.
"FEEL'S LIKE MUD." she said. "BUT IT'S NOT MUCH FUN. THEY DON'T
YELL OR NOTHING ANYMORE." she pondered a moment, "I GUESS I'LL JUST
HAVE TO USE ONE OF YOU BOYS." and she grinned evily, squatting down
over us like a fucking avalanche.
I was froze in my tracks, my bladder went, I was so goddam scared.
It was too much for Randy, he twisted and tried to run, but she was
way too quick. Her big hand snapped him up like a wriggly fish.
Randy was shrieking like a banshee, and flopping all over. She
looked him over for a moment, then snapped her hand...once...twice.
When she set him down again, Randy looked real queasy. He lay on
the ground moaning and feebly trying to move. I thought about
running, but then she stood up.
Lifting her right barefoot she set the heel down about eight feet
below Randy's feet and slowly stepped down. Randy groaned and
shakily raised one arm, but didn't move.
I dunno what idiot took me over at that point, but I screamed
"No!", and darted forward to save Randy. I pummeled the side of
her massive foot with my fists, then reached under it and tried
to hold it up. I threw my head back wth the effort.
That's when cold sense returned to me.
She was staring down at me, and lookin' right amused.
Then she winked at me.
Slowly she pressed down again with her barefoot, her eyes never
leaving me. I screamed at her, begged her for mercy, and kept
right on trying to save Randy. When her foot got too low I dropped
flat, and tried to pull him out, but she had him pinned; the ball
of her foot resting lightly on the side of Randy's head. He was
facing my way, and he blubbered and pleaded and begged me to get
him out.
From high overhead, Sharon's voice said, "HMMMMMM, I CAN FEEL
HIM. ALL OF HIM. BETTER SAY GOOD-BYE. I DON'T THINK I CAN KEEP
OFF HIM MUCH LONGER. HMMMMMMMMM...I WANNA FEEL HIM SQUISH."
Suddenly, Randy's cries turned into hideous shrieks. I screamed
with him, and watched in horror as she pressed down with her foot.
Randy's head distorted, his wail faded as she crushed his chest,
he gurgled obscenely and spewed out his guts, then like an overripe
melon his head burst. And still her mighty foot pressed down.
Randy's bones snapped and crunched, his body split and squished,
her god awful weight turned him into liquid mash. And as her toes
splayed to support her colossal body, the ground cracked and sank
almost a foot. The gory pap that had been Randy oozed up between
her toes, and she wriggled them in it.
That was it.
That was fucking IT!
I ran...
****************
Sharon watched with delight as the tiny man tried to rescue
his doomed companion. His puny hands offered no resistance at
all as she lowered her foot. The little man under her foot
writhed from the pressure she was applying to him. Both men
were screaming wildly. When she stepped down, the sensation of
the crush, the screams of the tiny man, everything knoted up
in her gut in a delicious sensation of absolute power, and she
reveled in a thrilling little orgasm.
She only half noticed when her last little man fled from her.
She was in no hurry. She wriggled her toes in the pulp of her
latest kill, and slid her foot back, smearing the mess along
the ground.
Her cunt tingled with anticipation.
She needed that last little man.
Stepping forward she picked up the car, and using it like
a flashlight, went looking for him.
****************
It was cat and mouse.
I had a lead on her, but she was faster. I could dart and
hide, but she could look down from her dizzying height. I had
the night, but she had that goddam car. Twice she wandered
close passed me, once her car-sized foot crunched down right next
to where I was tucked in, and I struggled not to scream. She
seemed to be having fun, but she was also getting angry, and
I could hear her yanking whole trees out of the ground during
her search.
I tried to head north, back towards town, but the swamps
pushed me east. I could hear her calling for me in that sweet
deep sexy voice of hers, and I shivered and ran faster. The
ground angled up, and I climbed a low bare hill.
It was a mistake.
I heard a fearsome crashing.
The ground shook and bounced.
I whirled and screamed, as her fingers wrapped around me. I
gasped for breath as she gripped me tightly and lifted me into
the sky. The moonlight was soft, but her face was hard and
cruel.
"NAUGHTY, VERY NAUGHTY." Sharon scolded. "I THINK YOU NEED
TO BE PUNISHED." and she roughly tore and peeled my clothes
off me with her fingernails. I shrieked and fought back, but
she ignored me, stripped me naked.
"GEE, WHAT A TINY PATHETIC LITTLE COCK." she laughed, and
engulf my penis and balls between the long nails of her
thumb and forefinger. "HOW LONG DO YOU THINK THEY WILL HOLD
YOU UP?" she snickered, and lifted up slowly. My back arched
and I pleaded with her for mercy. She held me for a moment
then dropped me. Her hand swung to the side, and her breast
rose up before me, huge and soft. She placed me upon her
right nipple, so that my legs straddled it, and it lay face
down upon her breast. Her nipple was like a great barrel
between my legs, her areola was rough under my chest.
Raising her arms over her head, she looked down at me, and
began to dance. The crunching snapping sounds as her barefeet
lifted and fell filled the night. Her breasts began to rock,
then to sway, then to jiggle. She increased her tempo,
undulating to some inner music. And it occured to me she wasn't
just dancing, she was doing a stripper's grind. Her arms
dropped, and she lightly carassed her body, cupped her breasts,
drew her hands between her legs. The jostling motion terrified
me and I squeezed tight and held on for dear life.
Sharon must have liked the feeling of my legs pinching her
nipple, 'cause she rolled her head and moaned.
It suddenly occured to me that I had seen this dance before.
I knew it. I knew her moves, where she was going next. Maybe
I had seen her before, maybe a friend of hers. I clung to
her heaving breast, her breath roaring over me as she swung her
hips, squatted and rose up.
I remembered.
The girl had had a little scarf.
One of those props that keep the cops happy.
She used it to hide her hand...
...while she masturbated!
"Oh god!" I screamed and tried to jump, but Sharon caught me,
and with a feral gleam in her great eyes, blew me a little kiss.
Her hand dropped like an elevator, then turned and moved up.
The coarse hairs of her pussy brushed over me, then passed me as
she pressed me in deeper. I howled and grabbed at her hairs,
but they were slippery with her juices.
Suddenly I felt the hot moist flesh of her vulva spread over
my body. Sharon pressed me between her labia, let her vagina
suck at me, then slipped me up higher. My head wedged against a
great soft mass, radiating heat like a furnace. It was her
gigantic clit, and I tried to push away from it with my hands.
Far above I heard her groan, and her grip tightened. Using her
hand she ground me into her cunt, rubbed me over her clitoris,
lathered me in her copius and pungent juices. I fought with every
ounce of strength I had, but my efforts only increased her ardor.
Her pelvis began to buck and she fell to her knees.
Leaning back she spread her legs.
I was losing consciousness, the untameable power of her giant
lust was too much to bear. As everything went black, I heard
her filling the sky with her orgasmic screams....
****************
It seemed altogether fitting and proper, that a lewd dance that
was the favorite of men like this, should be the setting for her
final victim. Sharon ground out the steps, did every trick, every
dip. And when she started masturbating she luxeriated in the
soft squirming flesh of her helpless little love toy. She laid
herself back on the ground, and lifted her legs in the air. She
soaked him in her cum, rubbed him harder and harder, his screams
grew fainter, his struggling weaker. With her free hand she kneaded
her enormous breasts in time with her masturbating strokes.
Then Sharon began to scream, letting the world for miles around
know that she was about to come. With a final hideous crunch,
she broke Brad upon her clitoris. Crushing him mercilessly, she
lubed up her cunt with his warm pulpy body, buried her clit in
the slimey ooze, smeared him over her swollen vulva like an
overripe bananna. Her orgasm was long and loud and enormously
satisfying. She lay there for a long time, coasting effortlessly
down the lee side of her orgasm. Her fingers swirling lazily
over her cunt, toying with the remains of her gigantic lust.
She felt tired and happy, but not satiated.
She knew that the instant she spotted a tiny man, she was going
to go after him. She wondered what the girls back at the Inn were
going to say. She thought about Carl, and laughed.
Lazy and happy, Sharon dozed under the full moon.
Her mind wandered dreamily.
She thought about Carl somemore.
Her boyfriend was in for a surprise...
...End...
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