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Giant

By: kurtrellians



Part 1

Her calf muscles twitched as he found the spot above her cunt. She gasped, shaking like a catatonic, then screamed out uninhibitedly as the onlookers wanked themselves in fascination. Cream appeared at the end of one or two dicks at this moment, only to be sucked off quickly by the young village women watching for just such a moment, to feed themselves with the hot sperm.

The giant's finger held her clitoris while he brought his huge greyed face towards her, breathing hotly upon her, dripping saliva from his awesome lips. Then the tongue began to come out, steaming it seemed, wetly, as the saliva dripped from it onto her slim opened body. He flicked his long tongue expertly across her shaking breasts.

"No," she cried, "No, no, no," but she meant yes. It was coming for her. The tongue felt grainy upon her as it massaged the cleft between her breasts and snaked around her belly button. Without delay it moved downwards towards the hot steaming slits of her cunt and arsehole. As it moved his nose rested briefly between her breasts and brushed the teats of her nipples, adding stimulation to stimulation. As the grains of his tongue arrived on her aching cunt and snaked deep into her vagina, she began to feel that every part of her body was glowing, aching with extreme sensitivity. Every touch made her pant. His tongue was very deep within her now and she could feel it moving about in the recesses of her inner body. It was fucking her now, roughly massaging the oily walls of her vagina. The giant used it, like he might use his huge erection, to impale her, stabbing her at times gently, and at others more roughly, poking it into her rudest place. The friction of it caught her pussy lips, as it came and went, and his lips submerged them in his slurpy wetness, resting hard against her screaming clitoris, before pulling off and returning in repeated succession. She was being taken over. Her body was no longer her own. It moved with the tongue of the giant. The sensation of her cunt and her clitoris were no longer in her control. Nor did she need control because her orgasms were coming without conscious effort. She gave herself up to the giant's tongue and to the onlookers, furiously, shamelessly glorying in their own passions in the mass wank. Only her mouth was her own for a little while longer. With it she could scream and pant, let off the steam that the giant's tongue would not allow out of her cunt. 

"Fuck me, fuck me, please!" she cried, whimpering over and over. "I'm coming, coming, I'm coming. Hard, hard, hard."

His eyes bored into her. She locked onto them as they moved with his head. They were scary strong blue eyes, inflated with an almost demonic madness, as they drank in the clefts and tender curves of her sweaty saliva covered body, fixed for a moment upon her shaking breasts, the next on her slim bending torso, the pretty stomach, the rounded curves of the flesh of her abdomen, and then on her screaming face, raked back in ecstatic near orgasm, her pretty neck and smooth healthy shoulders. She could see her own body reflected back in those eyes, more slender, more beautiful than she had ever seen it before.

Then the orgasm broke upon her, riveting her like an out of control animal. Her head flung back, mouth open in empty scream. Her eyes seemed to see nothing and yet everything. Her hips danced under his crushing weight impaling her upwards onto the giant animal that was his tongue. They were joined and she tried to fly upon it as it forced her down onto the stone. Heart beating wildly the flush was upon her. Her juices exploding like fireworks against the huge mouth, which opened to take the splash, and along the scaly tongue which deflowered her. Now the screams of ecstasy came in sound. High pitched and deep, grunting, and then the words, "Coming, fuck, fucking, come on me," breathlessly giving verse to her depravity, as they were fucked out of her.

Part 2 

The girl was getting tired now. The giant had been on her now for over an hour. Periodically his thrusting became wild and agitated, all the observers around believing that he was on his final ecstasy, but each time it would persist for minutes at a time, appearing ready to explode his hot semen deep into the girl's depths. Then he would relax visibly and become unexpectedly gentle with the young woman, returning to a regular and softer rhythm, emitting lighter moans to encourage the girl. But she was exhausted now. Maybe she was feeling pain as the giant's large rod rubbed at the sides of her passage. Her muscles must be feeling the agony of continuous motion as she bent forward, legs and arms outstretched, her torso pierced by the large dark penis of the giant. Her eyes were reddened and tears poured from them. The look of ecstasy remained on the poor girl's face, but to all watchers it became obvious that she could not remain in this position for much longer. She moaned, but not all of it was ecstasy. The giant himself seemed to realise it as the abandoned thrusting of his latest arousal, deeper and longer than any of the others, came to an end. He was a good and kind giant, unlike the worst of his kind, who might, in the extremes of their passion ride a human woman to death before changing saddles.

With the return of his calm he called out to his cohorts for more women. Waiting below they were called up and came before him undressed, while he continued to rest his penis inside the exhausted girl, massaging the insides of her torso, only softly, with his huge penis. Five women came before him, some looking fearful, as he assumed they had never been selected for a giant's pleasure before. Others who had also looked fearful, although their eyes betrayed a fascination with the act they saw before them. Had any of them been with this particular giant before, he knew not.

One of the women was a young lady, perhaps in her early twenties of years. She had a slim long body, sleek and very beautiful. Her hair was black and long and she was of the local race, white skinned. She seemed to be one of those who seemed fascinated by the act she beheld. He believed she had been served to a giant before, and knew what it was like to feel the burning spear of a giant's passion deep between her legs and into her body. Like an addict she feared and yet wanted it. She had borne the giant's passion before, and once bitten could never again forget her experience. No normal love could ever again completely satisfy her, and yet what love, even the giant's lust, could ever satisfy. Changed, spoiled by her previous experience she came back to the burning flame, like a moth, to be burned again. The giant had seen the look in her eyes and the hunger, and he had seen the slim body. The body would take his penetration deep, like a scabbard, but the case was wide enough to take him without damage. She would do well. He beckoned to her and her eyes flickered in response. Suddenly she was no longer human. The craving which had lingered submerged in her skull now shone out unrestrained. She accepted her duty and would hold him well. Perhaps even, she would be blessed with the full spurting of his semen when the final moment came. Perhaps she would even give birth to one of the race of half giants, which a woman could bare.

He motioned to her and she wondered if he meant to take her from the front or behind. It had been from behind that last time, but she wondered whether she might now see the quivering ravages of his ecstasy for herself, as he pinned her down. But it was not to be. The giant motioned her to lean forward like the girl he presently occupied, stretched out with her torso upraised, offering her gateway to him. He held her down with one hand, as he felt her flesh and prepared for the exchange of mounts. For some time there were two vessels of passion beneath him. He called loudly, incoherently, and quickly his penis was unsheathed. The first mount went limp and cried out in relief and in ecstasy at the removal of her torturer.

Without delay his prick was ready for the new woman. Gently his hot glans poked at her cracks, finding their access. She used her hands to find the opening for him, and gently, lest he tear her apart his penis nuzzled into its new sheath, sliding slowly and with difficulty into the space which seemed not large enough. But she took her load, and it filled her body as if it belonged there, and she felt warm and right as she became a part of the giant. She was back where she belonged.

The other girl lay herself down where she had been held up before by the strength of the hardened penis. Like a doll she flopped onto the floor and lay moaning, her hand now embedded in her crotch, as if she could not bear to be suddenly bereft of the thing which had made her whole for so long. Gently she continued to wank herself even in her exhaustion, until she came, writhing suddenly again. The giant watched her, as he watched his new mount, with interest as she came down from his penetration. Knowing she must go now, or lie there forever until death, she slowly crawled, sore and pained, away from the giant, her body shaking all over with exhaustion and weakness, until she came to the arms of other women onlookers who would bathe and feed her, restoring her to human existence once more. 

Part 3

The giant's rhythm increased to desperation as he punished her with his thrusts. He wheezed loudly, frightening the whole congregation. He was like a huge mechanical engine, which might well explode at any time. The dark haired girl was beautiful, serene white skin, but she was becoming a rag doll as his body heaved within her, threatening to tear her apart. Watchers felt concern for her, but she had survived the giant before.

Some male watchers gained inspiration from her helplessness, despite their hope that the giant would have mercy upon her soon. They imagined that it was they who were the giant penetrating the beautiful young woman. Several loads of semen were ejaculated at around the same moment, spilling onto the stone floor of the castle chamber. A flurry of naked village women ran over to the watchers, keeping well away from the reckless giant, who presented such a formidable danger to them all. The women took the limping penises into their mouths briefly to suck the last vestiges of semen into their mouths, and swallowed. Quickly they licked up, and began to remove themselves from the dangerous presence. The giant was watching. He obliged the young women to assist in this way whenever he needed the villagers to serve him. Slowing his movements, briefly distracted, he gave a speechless signal with one huge hand, pointing at the floor where small puddles of semen remained. Two of the women, last to remove themselves, flung themselves down on the floor, licking and eating the watchers' remaining slops. The giant groaned in pleasure as the naked women departed from the floor. 

Within the next couple of years or so most of these young women would be given to him, which must have been a daunting prospect to them, although there was a part of most, perhaps all, of his sexual servers, which desired and anticipated the big day when they would be given to the monster, although they might well retire from it bloodied and sore, bruised and battered, bruised in spirit as well as in body. Some not yet considered mature enough for the giant by the elders would be very soon. There were enough volunteers among the women for the elders never to be obliged to send any women against their will. No one could actually remember the giant killing any girl in his mad attempts to gain sexual satisfaction, but there were some who had become unconscious for a time, broken limbs, and taken weeks, even months to fully recover. And yet many of those who succumbed to him came back for more, like the dark haired girl presently transfixed upon his vigorous rod.

She was special for him. Observers were sure that the huge beast recognised this girl. He had been inside her for longer than any in this current attempt to assuage the giant's huge sexual appetite. The elders of the village were worried for her. Knowing the particular pleasure the giant felt inside this one, which they could tell from his intense groans of pleasure, and the strength of the battering he gave her sweet slender body, they feared he might never let her go. The giant would not tire of this beauty, as it was obvious to all around that she was closer to achieving the final gushing of the giant's seed than any on this day of the giant's quest for erotic fulfilment.

The monster renewed his vigorous ploughing of the dark haired girl. Gasping with new arousal. The pace picked up and for the first time the girl gave vent to real screams, asking for mercy, replacing the erotically charged moans which she had earlier allowed herself to utter, perhaps in the hope that they would send the giant to its conclusion. Perhaps those earlier moans had been the traces of orgasm as they periodically, and at times repeatedly rocked the young woman. Now there was a strong fear in the girl's voice as the giant's deflowering exhausted her, and his arousal left the beast blind to the consequences of his rape. Her screams only seemed to multiply his arousal and the vigour of his assault. For a time the elders feared that she would die as the beast grew wilder, as wild as he had been.

Suddenly his pounding stopped, still. All that could be heard was the sobbing of the girl, and a scuffling, rustling sound, as more men came to their ejaculations at that very moment. Some village women braved the stone floor again to clear up the spillings and clean the ends of the watchers' penises with their tongues. The giant was still, and every single person in the tall room wondered whether this was the final moment for their master, the moment of his release. They all waited for confirmation, except for one watcher who lost control of his seed, and a middle aged woman, who had laid herself on the floor, in the semi darkness in front of a bench, to better rub her own privates under her village robe. She had hitched her skirt up, and was in the throes of her own orgasm.

Would the giant's face explode into a grimace and his eyes roll as he lost his senses, and would his gushing fill the dark haired beauty, and leak onto the floor to be licked up by the women of the village, as he removed his huge penis from the woman who had borne so much? Such had happened before at moments like this, after much effort on the part of the giant and his many servants. But there was something missing. There was no last cry of ecstacy or rage, of release, only silence. Had it happened or not? All were asking the question to themselves, and some whispered it to each other. Elders who had observed the giant master many times over the years began, tentatively, to shake their heads. But others, more optimistic, usually the younger observers, felt that the master must surely have achieved his desire, so strong had been the approach to this moment. The longer everyone waited the surer the optimistic ones became and smiles began to break out. The dark haired girl would be saved from further punishment and pain, and the master would become less dangerous, except to his enemies. And then, as the people exchanged sighs of relief, the master began to move, slowly this time. He slowly removed his huge penis, as a sword from its scabbard, from the vagina of the young object of his lust. He brought it out to its tip, so that its long, wide rod was clearly visible. No evident softening of his huge weapon had yet taken place. Then, before he withdrew the bulbous purple glans from the girl's passage, he plunged it in again, steadily, emitting a further cry, which sounded like both pain and ecstasy, from the poor exhausted girl.

"He hasn't finished," said one of the elders. Some close by agreed with him.

"We must act, to save the girl," said another. "She will not take much more, nor should she." 

Giant Ch. 02



(continued from Giant : (chapter 1))

"He hasn't finished," said one of the elders. Some close by agreed with him.

"We must act, to save the girl," said another. "She will not take much more, nor should she."

"What shall we do then?"

"Talk to him!" said one mature elder. "He has been a good master to us this giant. He can see reason. I have lived long enough in this village to observe a fair few giants, and our master is the best."

"If he lusts for this girl as much as this surely he will act to preserve her. Why else does he change his women, but to preserve them?"

"He changes them when he is ready for another, when he tires of the inspiration they give him. This last lady is such a beauty, I fear he will never tire of her. And a part of me can understand. If I were the master I do not believe that I would tire of this one either. She is very beautiful." The other elders looked in surprise at the speaker, a stout and well respected man of the next village down the valley. It was most unusual for a villager, even an elder to voice such a strong opinion towards the women who were chosen by the giant, or the other contenders who might not be chosen. Their respect was perhaps shown in another way, by the frequency or ferocity of their spunking, if they were so inspired; a more natural compliment, the honesty of which could not be denied. This young beauty had indeed inspired copious quantities of semen cream from the penises of watching males, and, it seemed, her performance with the giant had even motivated female cunts to wetness and ecstasy. 

"If he cares so deeply for her then he will want to save her for the future," said the mature elder who had spoken earlier. "We have not much time if we wish to save her from pain. Now who will speak to the giant?"

None of the villagers were brave men, or the women. They were all cowed by the likely wrath of the giant. Giants could by the sweep of their hands, the flick of their fingers, or the kick of their legs, badly injure, even kill a man who sought to restrain them from their sport, whatever that might be. Their master was a good giant, one who had protected them from other giants over the years, goblin armies and greedy dwarves, trolls, and other dangers, which from time to time threatened their beautiful vale. But he was one of his own people, a beast born to dominate, filled with a sexual hunger which belittled anything contained in the merely human. Rarely did the giant seek to satiate his sexual appetites, perhaps because his arousal would become such a protracted erotic contest. When the giant was in this mood the whole work of the castle and villages stopped, for a whole day, sometimes two. The giant would not sleep in this time, until final satiation. The villagers were bidden to watch, to offer themselves, to wait upon their master. While most might gain some periods of sleep, there would be the sobbing or ecstatic moans of the women who were spent beneath or on top of him, and the calls of ecstasy as watchers ejaculated, or emulated the beast before them, by turning upon each other, male and female.

All the observers were thankful, at the least, that the giant's fucking was more gentle than before. Perhaps he was conscious of her endangerment. But the young woman moaned still with pains and who knew what mental anguish. Her arms had long since given out, and her pretty face lay on its side, pushed forward onto the cold stone floor, now warmed by her tears. Her slender white body seemed only held in its place by the strength of the giant master's engorged weapon.

While the cowardly elders debated and racked their consciences the giant drew himself back further onto his haunches, picking the woman like rag doll from the floor. 'What next?' the onlookers thought, hopeful again, but concerned, for the young lady screamed and wriggled, thrashing with the last of her strength, as the giant bore her up, maintaining her upon his member, and gently, carefully, it had to be agreed, twisting her around upon his huge erection in mid air, so that she could gaze into those lust maddened brown eyes of the giant directly. Her legs kicked out in panic. She screamed awfully, riven by fear, but then, mesmerised she appeared to become, by the sight of her insane tormentor, who drank the beauteous sight of her fully in. The giant leaned forwards again, placing his weight on one arm while cradling the young woman in his other arm and gently lowering her back onto the stone floor. As he let her down he moved her legs into a safe position, back and stretched wide so the master was better able to dominate her and exercise his huge member inside her. 

The watchers were disappointed that their master seemed to be embarked on continuing his lustful assault. While he had displayed some gentleness and care there was as yet no sign that he was ready to change his mount and give this unfortunate girl her relief. His search for complete satisfaction, which eluded him yet, continued to dominate his actions to the exclusion of rational sense. As the rhythmic ebb and flow of his engorged member in her frail body began again he was mercifully gentle, but the beauty seemed barely conscious, and the watchers continued their urgent conversations. 

"You should speak to the master," suggested one elder who had spoken before, pointing with a cowardly finger at the mature elder who had praised the giant's goodness of heart. "You Withion know him as well as any of us. He will listen to you, if any of us."

"I am not young any more Aland," replied the mature elder Withion. "If he should swipe me my heart will give way, the excitement would be too much. A few years ago, you younger men may not remember it, I tried to intervene as a young woman fainted upon the master's prick. Our master was unwilling to recognise that she should not hang there suspended. He was maddened by my intrusion and lashed out at me with his hand, as if to swat me like a fly. If I had been less quick I would have been flattened by him, with every bone in my body broke. I am too old now, and insufficiently agile."

"I recall the master did hear you," said another elderly elder, who had not yet spoken. "When he pondered upon your warning I remember him cradling the beauty as he extricated her from his penis and laid her down to be carried away.

"If not Withion, then who?" said the elder who had pointed. "This is urgent. The woman may die while we debate."

"What if we could offer encouragement to whoever amongst us is brave enough," suggested Withion. "Surely the young lady would look favourably upon the elder who is brave enough to act on her behalf, when she is recovered fully of course. Maybe she would in gratitude agree to spend a night with the noble soul who risked his own life for hers, or at the least to allow him to relieve himself of his semen while she strokes his body."

There was, amongst the gathered group of elders, a noticeable stirring of desperation. Reddened faces twisted in an inner turmoil of personal lust and naked fear. There were more than a few of these pillars of their own village communities who displayed an undeniable interest in the possibility of acquiring the generous gratitude of the beautiful young maiden, who gasped and cried out now in fear beneath the moaning giant.

"Raise your hands any of you who would consider yourself worthy of the honour of attempting to save this beauty's precious life," asked Aland, who had become, without election, the chairman of this urgent gathering. "If she survives this I am sure she will see fit to give you some reward, perhaps even devotion."

Three hands went up, one hesitantly, as if the volunteer wished to countermand the involuntary reaction of lust's stupidity. This one was the stout, well respected elder from the next village down the valley, who had spoken of his understanding of the giant's reluctance to give up this dark haired beauty. 

The other two were younger men, but both good villagers and regarded among the ranks of elders, having wives, children and trades of responsibility and note. One was a handsome man, sought after by many a village woman in the periods of sexual excess typically brought on by the giant master's indulgent example. The other man was a nondescript in appearance, but burned with a lust for the beauty whose wellbeing was at stake, which was evident in his tearful red face and his shaking hands.

"Well, go on then. What are you waiting for?" chided Aland. "Her very life is at stake. Your actions will be noted and explained fully to the maiden, we assure you." 

"But," stammered the nondescript man, "which one of us should go first? We cannot all shout to him at the same time."

"You can be sure that I will inform the young woman, if she comes out of this happily, which one of you was the bravest and went first, or was most effective in persuading the master." Aland was noticeably imbued with greater clarity and confidence now that bravehearts had been found who would risk themselves in the giant's presence.

At the wise elder's words the three men turned to face their master, each one calculating how best to approach him, where the giant would see or hear them most clearly, and whether they would be quicker than their rivals. Each one beheld the woman, for whom they felt such lust that they could be motivated to do what none of the other elders would dare. Her pretty flesh heaved as the giant thrust his huge instrument slowly as far as it would go into her pale body. Mercifully, since his long pause, his thrusting was slow and far gentler than it had been before, but the woman was worn out. She still moaned in pain, which the lustful watchers could still confuse with sensuous exaltation, but they all knew she had suffered too much. 

For the stout man from the village down the valley the moaning of his beauty, and the fear that his rivals might be braver than him and win the girl, was enough to send him within the range of the giant. With all his courage he came within the eyesight of the master, to his right, well within the reach of an angry fist. His hope was that the giant needed his arms to steady his strong body as he penetrated the lovely dark haired woman. Surely he could not strike him if he must bear his own weight. The eyes of the master were transfixed upon the woman, as if he were concentrating on her to gain that last degree of inspiration which would send him over into that complete ecstasy, his giant's need, bringing satisfaction and calm, a prelude to a returning normality.

"Master?" he called. The stout man's voice sounded weedy, not loud or confident enough to register upon the giant's sweat covered face. The stout man was shaking too much, but he had exercised his voice. He tried again, "Master, please. She is weakening. The lady is at risk!" That was better. The master emitted a grunt, distracted a little from the object of his lust, not yet aware of the source of distraction. His huge brown eyes flickered away from the young woman to see what was trying to take his attention. 

"Master? You must let her go. You have worn her out. She may bleed. She will lose consciousness if you go on." The stout man was a brave man indeed to say these things to the giant, to interrupt him from his rising ecstasy.

The giant focussed those watery eyes upon the stout man and a frown shadowed his face. There was no indication to those who could see his sweated face that the master had understood. Perhaps he was beyond the limits of normal communication, so wrapped up had he been in his arousal. 

Just at that moment there was a further call to divert his attention. The young nondescript man, keen not to be undone, leapt to the stout man's side, not right next to him, lest the giant strike them both, but nearby, so the master could see him also. The younger man called out to the giant in similar fashion, "Master you will harm this woman if you continue. Take the other women, they are waiting for you, all of them." Indeed the other village women were there, not far away, sheltered against the castle walls, although it was unclear whether the giant saw them at this time.

A loud booming voice struck fear into the three brave elders. The more handsome younger man had come forward too, on the other side of the giant and the woman, although as yet he had not addressed the giant. "She is mine!" boomed the voice, which was not loud for a giant, but to man's ears could not be missed. Every man and woman in the castle hall was shaken by it, the voice of a giant maddened by his lust, and not of a rational creature. "I will spurt my seed inside her!" he raved. The master's muscled right arm swung out, as he transferred weight onto his left side, sweeping towards the two who had spoken so bravely. As the giant hand became a fist the two elders scattered as best they could. The stout man found speed which no onlooker would have guessed and backed out of range, while the nondescript man dived forwards out of the way, cracking bones on the stone floor, but picking himself up nimbly.

The stout man and the nondescript younger man both breathed sighs of relief that they were unharmed. They had the giant's attention now, but could they return across the stone floor after their close escape?

The giant roared with anger at his failure to swat them, "Who dares interrupt me? I want her!" The handsome man, on the other side, appeared not to have been noticed by the giant.

The giant returned his concentration quickly to the beauty, so frail beneath him. Slowly fuller understanding of the words, so bravely spoken, began to reach his hidden consciousness, through the waves of mad passion. He looked at her pale face, tear strained, the eyes half closed, closing, half conscious, and then opening again to stare in naked fear. When she screamed something connected in his mind. He was able to distinguish between the cry of erotic release and the scream of desperate fear. He found he desired the dark haired woman's sexual devotion. He wanted her to miss the warm throb of his prick when he removed it. Like the earlier woman, he wanted her to hold herself in ecstasy and finger herself to another earth moving orgasm when he left her. This way she would be of no further use to him, she would be still, and hateful, all erotic feelings expunged by ill use.

The handsome man, still close to his master, could see the confusion wrought in his face, even as a slow penetration resumed. He judged that his master had heard the words of the two bravest men, and failing to swat them, was considering their meaning. Now was his chance to prove himself. In a sensible voice he reasoned so the giant could hear, "Master, if you wish to enjoy Clementine again you must let her mend. She will be damaged if you continue. I do not think you want that sire, surely!"

There was a rising mutter amongst the watchers. This man knew the lady's name! He must come from the same village, it seemed. He was not the only villager here who knew the poor woman. Indeed she was renowned in her own village, and among those who visited it regularly, as would any fine looking woman be, amongst the men in particular. But to those from other villages who knew her not, this was the first time they had heard the poor girl's name.

This time there was no violent response from the giant. He listened, and appeared to consider. Then, to the surprise of all who watched, he spoke in passion, "I need this woman! She will make me explode. Without her I cannot. You cannot have her back!" His voice boomed loudly in anger and desperation, and, to those who observed, it seemed in confusion, because he did not wish to ruin this woman, but was compelled by the force of his sexual need.

"Master there are other women here waiting for you. Lovely women, beautiful ladies, all wanting to feel your magnificent cock deep inside them. Don't you want to explore them?" asked the nondescript man, as he overcame his fear and again approached the mighty master. Other elders were surprised at the elegance of his words, which to many of them belied his nondescript looks.

The giant replied again, the rhythm of his fucking completely disturbed now, "I must have her. Other women are good, but this one is the only one who can finish me!"

Some of the watching elders parted as one of their number attempted to come through them, with a stick in his hand to walk with. It was an elderly elder, one with years of experience of negotiating with, and sometimes advising, this giant. Withion approached his master, knowing, by the giant's words, that he was now safe. "Master you are a kindly giant, and in the years you have been amongst us we have grown to respect you for the good things you have done for us. You have earned the right to be our master by the protection you have given us, and by your sensible rule. You have fought to save us from evil giants and goblins, and the other creatures who have periodically invaded out valley. We respect you because you have never purposely attempted to injure or kill your loyal servants, and have shown the desire to look after us." The giant appeared to listen closely to the good things this familiar elder had to say.

"I can see you have become very attached to this young beauty. I think most of us can well understand why. May I make a suggestion? If you must continue to have her for inspiration there may be a way, without doing further damage to her. You must see that she is weak. The poor girl is in and out of consciousness. When she is awake she has become terrified and in pain. What must she think of you now you have done this to her? If you ever allow her to leave your presence she is as likely to run from this homeland of hers as to risk her life with you again. She is sore and doubtless bleeding. If you will not remove yourself from her now she may be done irreparable damage, and what will then happen to your good reputation amongst our people. Master, do you wish to know my suggestion?"

"I am listening Withion," boomed the giant, in what must have been a whisper to him.

"My idea, master," declared Withion, "is that she may be laid to rest within your sight, fully naked, as she is now, so that you may continue to observe her beauty while you seek to continue your quest for the final explosion of seed. You may have your choice of female mounts, as many as you wish, more than one at a time, if you so desire. All the while you may gaze upon her naked body and draw inspiration from her. Surely, in this way also, you will be motivated to achieve your desired outpouring, and the other women will have their chance to inspire you also, even to bear your seed."

"I want this woman to bear my seed!" said the giant, his voice spread clearly around the room.

"She cannot master, not if you truly value her. As we have said, for her sake you must stop now. You can impregnate her again on some future occasion, hopefully, if that is your wish."

The giant pondered, his fucking movements now suspended, although he remained hard and full within the girl. She appeared semiconscious or even unconscious, her pretty eyes closed, and her breathing fast and urgent. The watchers were thankful that her screams were for the time being ceased. Slowly, gently, as a fresh tear escaped from the giant's eye, his huge penis unsheathed itself from the beautiful dark haired woman, and he eased himself across the stone floor to sit back against the castle wall, holding his huge aroused penis.

"Bring me cushions," demanded the giant. "And lay the girl here before me, on cushions. Cushions for both of us. And bring me more women, so I may choose." And so the giant had chosen the sensible way. His arousal could continue.



Giant Ch. 03



(continued from Giant (Ch.1) and Giant Ch.2)

The giant reclined against the cushions, which his servants had laid against the cold stone castle wall. "Bring me more village women," he demanded in his booming voice.

They came, ushered back onto the stone floor before him, covered still in the robes demanded by tradition. The giant held the thick long stem of his huge penis in his huge right hand, and as he sat back against the soft cushions. He began to massage it slowly and deliberately, as he stared ravenously at the new females, many of whom he had seen earlier in the day, but whom he had failed to choose.

There were those whom he had used on previous occasions when his sexual appetite had been unharnessed. These seemed hypnotised before they were even chosen, by the watery eyes which penetrated them, as he surveyed the promise of their flesh. Perhaps he was looking at the spirit within as much as the youthful flesh. If they were not hypnotised by those all seeing eyes, perhaps it was by the huge cock they had felt before between their legs. The memories, whether they had happened a month before, or a year or three years before, was still strong within them, and they returned, like moths to the flame, to the master who owned them in ways far more intimate than the simple relationship of master and servant, and yet most public.

He beckoned to two young women, pretty looking. One was fresh faced, young and freckled, brown red hair, with a buxom chest. 

The other was golden haired, like some woman from foreign parts, but she was known to have lived in the village beneath the Castle for all her years. She, a woman sought after by many men in her village was not as young as most of the women selected for the giant. She had been upon the giant's rod more than a couple of times and had been noted as a favourite of his. In his fascination with poor Clementine, it had seemed she was passed over this time. But now was her chance to return to the giant's favour, despite the bruises she had received before. Angelina was one who, once mesmorised by her master, had fallen completely under his sway. Some said she lived to satiate him, but those who knew her best said that was not so. She was known for her popularity with the village men, and it was well known that she looked favourably upon village men and strangers alike who brought gifts to her door. For certainly her life had been changed by her experience of being used by the giant. Surely when her master called she would be at his castle with all the communities of the valley.

"Unrobe yourselves," boomed the master, his eyes for once away from the dark haired Clementine, who lay, seemingly asleep, on the cushions beyond his feet.

Obediently the women did as they were bidden. The fresh faced freckled woman untied the rope around her waist, and attempted to draw her arms out of the sleeves of her black robe. Nervously she struggled to free the robe, as her large ripe breasts were revealed. An old village woman, who was a matron to the younger women who would be given to the giant, came forward and drew the robe off the nervous girl's shoulders.

The master responded to the young woman's full and fresh innocent beauty with sudden faster strokes of his right hand upon his huge prick, and his booming voice cracked as he beckoned her. "Come stroke my right leg my beauty."

The petrified young woman seemed dazed already by the close presence of her master. She was one who had never experienced the monster's pleasure before, at first hand, and this encounter, which could be the crowning achievement of her young life, was also the most terrible event she had come to face. The matron behind her gave her a gentle push on the shoulder, anticipating the need to stir the girl to action, before the giant became annoyed. It was not enough. The hesitating young woman glanced at Angelina for direction. The experienced golden haired woman was moving her body provocatively, swaying from side to side, and bending her hips as her robe fell slowly and graciously from her shoulders. She was intent on luring the master's gaze to her, but she nodded furiously to the girl to do as the giant bade her.

Afraid to seem reluctant the young lady came closer, giving the impression she did not know what to do. Like many in the Giant's presence she seemed confused. Her fear of him made her awkward. She would do his bidding, but her own creativity was ruined by her lack of self will. She stood mesmerised before her master, unsure where to put her hands. Perhaps the Giant appreciated her confusion. Watching elders wondered whether the master would become angry or irritable again. Why did the silly girl not do something? Surely she knew how to stroke a man, and could do the same for a Giant.

"She is unsure whether the master wishes her to massage his body or to stroke his organ," commented one of the leading elders.

"I think you are correct," said another elder.

The village matron behind the young woman came forward again, whispering in her ear, taking care to remain outside the Giant's vision. "Go forward, dearie, massage his chest now, and his legs. That's all he wants! He loves you all, dearie. He wants you close. So don't you be scared of him now. The more you rub yourself over him the more he'll like it." 

The matron remembered the time when she had been 15 years younger, when he had picked her out of the volunteers. She had not expected to be chosen, had not been as young as some of the village beauties. The giant must have seen something he liked in her face, because he had picked her out of the crowd and ordered her to undress. He must have liked what he saw because he chose her to stand over his huge cock and eased her onto it, pushing her up and down on it, wearing her out, while the populations of four villages looked on. It had been her moment of glory, and had made her much more popular with the local men afterwards. In the years since then she had lost her looks mostly. She wondered if the Giant remembered her as he visited her village or surveyed his people at social or judicial occasions.

The young fresh faced woman, called Emmyline, moved forward, nervously petrified of what the master may do to her, but nonetheless drawn by his muscled flesh and the vigour of his straining cock, which no woman could completely ignore. Huge though he was, a brute as all giants are, the master was impressive in physique as well as strength. The women of the villages strained to see him, and all felt the power of his magic. Emmyline felt his pull as much as any woman, more so as she was little experienced with the young men of her village. When she reached the master's leg, he who had been watching her approach leaned forward to reach the young woman, cupping her bounteous ass with his hand and pushing her onto his leg. She embraced it, burying her face into his flesh, while the Giant's right hand played more vigorously upon his huge appendage. She stroked his leg enthusiastically, kissing it as if to worship him. Her soft voluminous breasts pressed into the master's knee as she grasped upwards to his muscular thigh and stroked his stomach.

"Come onto my knee little one," beckoned the Giant, looking fair Angelina in the eyes, at last, so there was no mistaking which woman he intended. He lowered his left hand down to the stone floor, and beckoned her to come forward with his middle finger. The beauty needed little encouragement where the Giant was concerned. Mesmerised by the prospect of touching again the huge member which had thrice been a part of her she came forward eagerly to serve him again.

Stepping up to the proffered hand she stood still while the Giant explored her sunkissed body with his rough hand. He stroked her shoulder and felt the firm shape of her golden breasts. She felt his forefinger searching for the moist entrance to her body, where a small thatch of manicured hair, darker than the golden locks on her head, sought in vain to protect it. Finding it by its wetness he inserted first one finger and then another, causing the golden woman to cry out in pleasure. Extracting his fingers he pulled her to him, creating a partial platform with his hand with which to help her up onto his lap. The giant massaged his huge appendage with his right hand as the blonde beauty crawled over his body, sitting astride his left leg, and reaching up to clutch at his muscled chest, to hold the master's hardened nipple in an attempt to pull herself up. Her tidy and manicured cunt was weeping her juices already, so aroused was she to be upon her master. She did not recall anyone having been given such opportunity to explore the master in this way. Previously she had been impaled by his cock, beneath him, unable to move herself, except to shake with ecstasy, although once before she had been allowed to be on top. 

She wanted to get on top of his member now and ride it, for it to fill her empty vagina, to make her whole again. She pleaded with him, "Please master, let me ride you again. I need it in me." She was filled by desperation.

"No little one," the master boomed, in what was just a whisper to him. Involuntary shaking came from his head, out of his mouth, and reverberated through his body. Angelina had to hang on as best she could. Her hand hold on the giant's nipple was lost so she reached up for a better hold over his muscled shoulder while the shaking subsided. Onlookers who heard the beauty's pleading knew the noises, which now emitted from the master's mouth, to be laughter. It was good to see the master in such good humour after what had gone before. To Angelina in her mesmerised state humour was meaningless. She wanted to climb the master's flesh, to rub herself on him and impale herself upon his cock, but she could not do this without his help. Even the giant's laughter could make her feel no shame.

The Giant reached down to his right leg again where Emmyline cradled his leg and caressed it with all her young passion, in full view of all the peasants of her own village, everyone she had ever known. She was thrilled now by her chance to reveal her true nature before her people, and show her devotion to the master. Wetness dribbled from her lush cunt for all to see, down the giant's leg. Her master cradled her again, and brought her up, like fair Angelina, onto his lap, allowing her to stand before gently pushing her towards his giant stalk. Catching his meaning she stumbled to the stalk, cradling it and kissing it, wanting to climb onto it, but unable to gain enough purchase or height, dependent on the giant if she was to be placed upon its large tip.

"Suck it!" boomed the giant unmistakably. No one watching knew to which woman the instruction was given; probably to both. Both women renewed their efforts, to take the top of the engorged penis in their mouths at the same time, both wanting to feel the size of the giant's purple glans in their mouth. Heads banged as they both sought to take the tip at the same moment. Angelina pushed the younger woman away and pulled the master towards her so she might take the end in her pretty mouth and trail her golden locks over the stalk. Now she fixed her mouth over the head of his cock, while Emmyline fought back, trying to pull the huge stalk away from the brazen blonde, and succeeding only in unbalancing the golden beauty so that she fell completely on the mercy of the master's cock, clutching it in her arms while she sucked at the head of it. Failing to regain possession of the purple head Emmyline licked and sucked on the parts available to her, pulling on the foreskin with feverish fingers, in an insane competition to give greater pleasure to the master than the other woman.

Soon the Giant patted Angelina gently, for a Giant, on head and shoulder, to give the other woman the chance to give him service. He pushed Emmyline towards the tip. Angelina seemed to understand, reluctantly, and allowed the young woman to envelope the master's cockhead in her mouth. The young woman took her turn enthusiastically.

After some minutes the giant relented towards the golden beauty and swept Angelina up in his hands, holding her steady over the top of his member. Feverishly Angelina hoped she would be fitted onto the head of the wondrous cock. She proffered her labia to his cock and struggled to fit the throbbing appendage into her body. A look of exhilaration spread across her face as the master's cock became a part of her again. She had ached for this since the last time. A little later the Master replaced fresh Emmyline on top, to ride him for a while, and then Angelina once more. 

As he allowed the two young village women to ride his member the master's gaze returned to the dark haired beauty upon the cushions before him. Clementine appeared to be asleep, her body bruised and worn out by the rough treatment she had received from the Giant. To the watchers it seemed the giant understood the gravity of what he had done to the poor woman, because fresh tears came to him. While the two women worked upon him his gaze appeared to rest upon the broken object of his attention all the more. He watched the rising and falling of the damsel's splendid chest. Her nipples were pronounced like cherries on a cake; her luscious breasts heaved with the intake of air, which her tender body needed to mend itself. As he had instructed she remained naked so that he might gaze upon her most beautiful flesh.

As the master watched the heaving of Clementine's fair skinned flesh and felt the motion of Angelina's luscious hard breathing body upon his member he felt the stirrings of rising arousal. Perhaps soon he would indeed enter the final passage of his arousal and feel the final long throes of strong orgasm. He longed for that state of mind where there was no sense or control, where beauty and physical feeling were everything. He would be at the centre of his people, displaying his soul to them and to the women of his fancy. Above all he wanted to be seen by young Clementine. The perfection of her form so inspired him, it was everything to him. He wanted her eyes to open, for her to see his all consuming lust for her. Clementine's breast heaved, her fair arm moved across it capturing his gaze in that very instant. She was moving? The beauty's eyes flickered open at the very moment a soft sigh escaped her lips. Even the master, who all thought could only hear loud speech and spoke in booming words, heard that sigh focussed as he was upon her. The dark haired beauty was awake at last! The villagers and the Giant alike had good reason to be relieved that she had returned to consciousness. She would surely recover from the rough treatment the giant had forced upon her. Clementine's eyes looked in bewilderment for a moment, but she knew her master, intimately. She saw his enraptured interest upon her. Was it fear she felt under that penetrating gaze? Or did she still feel lust and excitement as most of the giant's women did when in his presence?

Perhaps stirred by the reawakening of the fragile object of his desire the master laid both of his hands upon the perspiring body of Angelina who rode upon his huge member, stroking her slender back with renewed passion. Angelina cried out with abandon. She must be fearful of what he could do with those hands, and yet was driven to further ecstasy by the touch of his hard fingers over her frail human body. Perhaps it was the thought of her master using her for pleasure and finding pleasure in her which drove her the most as her pretty pussy lips drenched with fresh ecstasy. No sooner had she expended herself than the master began to hold her body and guide her movement upon his member, forcing her to renewed effort.

He stared at Clementine, drawing in her beauty directly from those wide innocent eyes which were as captivated by him as he was by her. He imagined the flesh merged with his to be hers, feeling his loins to be deep within the beauty. And yet he appreciated the natural beauty of blonde Angelina too, and also the innocent young Emmyline who lapped and stroked at his crotch and legs behind the blonde. He felt himself to be entered in all of these young women, at the same time, and those he had had before, and those who watched and wished they were on top of him. He felt himself coming into all the females of all his villages in the vale, collectively.

Even athletic Angelina could not supply sufficient stimulation to cause his final explosion, not even with the help of his hands upon her body. Realisation came that he needed to increase the stimulation to his member in the most personal way. Only his own right hand could supply the sufficient sensitivity, and the correct connection to the images of Clementine's perfection and of the other ladies labouring so hard to bring him to the ultimate pleasure, and those whom he had possessed earlier in this day of debauchery. Without further pause the Giant followed his inclination, plucking fair Angelina from his swollen member. She screamed as she felt the sudden loss of the pulsating flesh to which she had felt she belonged. The Giant placed her down gently enough upon his chest to crawl wetly upon his torso, licking him as she thrust her own fingers into the drenched cavity between her legs, writhing in a continuing ecstasy.

Without further ado he gripped his own member gently stroking it along the shaft, allowing the juices, which saturated it in anticipation of its conclusion, to splash over the writhing lady and upon Emmyline, close behind. His gaze bore into the beauty Clementine, searching her smooth skin and the curves of her nakedness for inspiration. Her eyes returned his gaze, conscious and yet hypnotised by him. Surely she could not hope that his huge member could be embedded in her flesh again, after the battering she had taken?

The villagers watched rapt with attention, all around, at safe distance. The men wished they could receive the attention and adulation from the beauties, which their master received. The women of the villages felt their private crevices aching with the need for stimulation and wet with the excitement at their Master's arousal. All could sense the rising crescendo, matched by the labouring of the giant's breath as the speed of his hand upon his own member increased. Not a few of them, male and female, stimulated themselves, under gowns and robes, in likewise fashion. In the semi darkness around the edges of the castle hall such activity seemed anonymous enough, particularly as so many were stirred to do so. Some, oblivious to the other villagers, displayed their organs and semi naked parts of their bodies, while they took their greedy pleasure.

The Giant's strokes became harder, faster, and his wheezing more pronounced. His body shuddered and his legs moved, causing Emmyline to cling on so she would not be crushed underneath a limb. He called out in his booming voice, in words of unintelligible Giantish. Then he annunciated the name of his favourite, "Clementine," loudly, for all to hear, as he imagined her beneath him again, her pretty legs held high and back. Many villagers sensed he was on his final course, the shaking in his body becoming uncontrollable. If his strokes kept hard and fast he would bring himself off before all the villagers. He had ended like this before, although not every time. This was again a dangerous time. There would be no self control by the master now. Concern reached out from some to Angelina and young Emmyline as they rode the shuddering body. Many of the villagers were far too carried away by their own lusts, caught up by the sensual atmosphere of this chamber of extreme passions, to think of such mundane thoughts as safety.

The strokes of the Giant's hand came violently, jerking with wild abandon, and his breathing heavy. His jaws were wide open in a carnal grimace. Emmyline was thrown from the master's legs without any intention. She landed awkwardly on the floor, and snapped out of her devotion in a moment. Instinctively she scurried for safety before she could be caught by the thrashing limbs of his final ecstasy. Somehow Angelina was able to stay upon the muscular chest as it heaved in passionate exorcism. She appeared able to share her master's ecstasy as her own body shook with her own repeated crescendos. 




Giant Ch. 03



Some of the elders, who were not deeply ensnared in their own furtive devotions, looked at each other and winked. This was surely the end, finally. There was something of the rising pressure of the volcano about this moment, and they knew, whether from instinct or past experience of the Giant that he was now unstoppable. An emittence or gush of some degree could not be avoided. They were thankful that their lordship would now find his release and leave them alone again for a few more weeks; that he would soon come to his senses and again take upon himself the duties he had fulfilled so well most of the time in the past. They were thankful also that so many villagers had found or were finding the release they needed to get on with the ordinary business of life, purged of their weaknesses and lusts.

Withion, the most wise and elderly of the leading elders turned towards those who were nearest him, those who were not at this moment beyond reason, and said," If you wish to avoid the risk of being showered I should stand a few paces back." Withion had seen more than a few of the Giant's gushings in his time and knew well what might be expected, although upon most occasions the produce of his loins was spilled into the woman he possessed and oozed over her lower regions finding insufficient space within the woman to hold the sticky fluid. Some of them took his advice, but most villagers were too curious or too immersed in the erotic drama to remove themselves from the vicinity.

Then came the final eruption. The giant penis swelled and thrust in the grasp of the master's fist, shooting a swift stem of thick white semen high into the air of the castle hall. To onlookers it appeared the column of fluid might reach even to the roof, although that could surely not be possible. It began to fall back down onto the giant and the beautiful mistress Angelina, only to meet the second eruption on its way up. They spattered in the middle and globules of the semen fell over Angelina covering her in the last throes of her orgasm, and all over the giant's torso. The second shot of semen, bursting through the first arched up and down, covering the distance over the floor onto Clementine's fair breast and the third flying into her open mouth and splattering over her face and luscious dark hair. 

The Giant cried out then, loudly in his booming voice. "Aarh!" he sang repeatedly in his relief, more of a groan than any sensible word, as further splashings erupted from his purple member. Still his right hand jerked upon his member, perhaps more slowly than before, but as if no message had yet been sent from the brain that relief had finally been granted. A third splash of the white fluid quickly followed the first two, this time arching to the Giant's left, scattering the more eager front row of elders and catching a few of the tardy ones as it spread, puddles of sticky white ooze across the floor between. The rest slopped out like cream over the Giant's stomach and immersing Angelina even more completely in its slippery milk. To the delight of onlookers, particularly the males who were still in a state of arousal, the blonde beauty began to lick her semen covered lips and could be seen to swallow the Giant's fluid.

The semen of a Giant was reputed by old wives' tales to give strength and fertility to those who imbibed it. At the very least over the years those who had feasted on the sticky goo were reputed to become sexually avaricious, volunteering whenever they might to serve the Giant, and attempting to satisfy their lusts upon the males of the villages with abandon in the meantimes. Angelina had feasted on Giant fluid on one past occasion and many wives said that must be why she had led the life of mistress to so many in the villages these past years. The beauty licked semen from the Giant's nipples and scooped the stuff greedily from her own dripping breasts. Two men at the least were seen to manhandle their own members more publicly at these final acts of public debasement, shooting their loads swiftly onto the floor to mix with the master's semen, gasping audibly as they did so. 

As the Giant laid his now calm hand upon Angelina's slippery flesh she sensed his appreciation of all she had done. He stroked her. His huge prick stood bulbous and still bloated, covered in its own fresh discharge. She reached out and grasped it, pulling it towards her mouth and taking her tongue to the head of it. She tasted a mouthful of the Giant's manna, dribbling it from her lips, before opening her mouth and fixing it over the head of the cock, as best she could while she consumed the seed.

The other women of the village now surged forward, as it was obvious that calm had finally come to the Giant. They were safe to approach. Gowned, and some ungowned in their exaggerated sexual condition, youthful women and mature matrons, alike they scrambled forward to taste the giant's sperm before the likes of Angelina could consume it all. Just a little bit of his outpourings could apparently enhance sexual feeling and enjoyment. Old wives had reported it to contain magical properties over the years. They also believed it could make the womb more fruitful. Many just wanted to share in the sexual conclusion of the Master who commanded their erotic dreams. They came forward, the brave licking the Giant himself to take his juice, others who could not find a place were satisfied with the splashings which covered parts of the floor. Some of the women licked the penises of the men who had recently emitted their seed, or mixed such with Giant sperm. 

Dark Clementine could be seen to lick some of the seed which had landed upon her from her fingers. Perhaps she believed the Giant juice would aid her recovery. A handful of women crowded around her to lick the remaining seed from her body and hair. 

Fair Emmyline took her place at the master's cock, which, although no longer as tall, had hardly lost its vitality yet. There was enough for all the women of the villages who wished to partake. The Giant welcomed them and basked in their adulation, running his hands across their gowns and bodies as he recovered from his excess. In time he would need to sleep, a long sleep so he could once again become their sober Lord. 



Giant Man



It was so damn hot in the club with all the people pressed together, moving in time to the fast beat of the band. The volume was cranked up high so that the pounding bass pounded the sidewalks two blocks away. Breathing was a chore, but most of the people there were too drunk to notice. Everyone else was having too much fun dancing and flirting, drinking and partying. 

Isabel was having an awesome time.

She was dressed in a skin hugging, barely legal, very mini, black leather skirt. Her top, a delicate lacy thing, barely managed to hold in her large perky breasts, all while showing off an impressive amount of cleavage. She had on her favorite pair of ass kicking boots that stopped just below her knees. Milky white skin continued onward from there, enticing the eye to travel the long, toned expanse of her thighs with an eager eye. Men ogled her as she and her wild mane of black curls, which cascaded midway down her back, bounced along with the band. 

Isabel had come for only one thing: a man. She didn't need luck to find one; they always gravitated towards her perfect hourglass form, her perfect porcelain doll face. Add that she was fiercely horny to those usual temptations and no man could resist. Unfortunately for them, Isabel was picky. Not just any man would do.

So she danced the hours away, changing partners faster than they could blink. One minute they were the luckiest men in the world, the next they were dancing like idiots, completely alone. She'd let them feel her body if they wanted. They groped her breasts, her hips, and an industrious few managed to slip a finger or two into the tiny thicket of hair between her thighs. She didn't care; Isabel loved the feeling of a man's hands on her. Preferably more than one man's hands.

At this moment, she was dancing with a mediocre looking man who greatly amused her with his attempts in seducing her. His eyes rarely left her bouncing breasts (not that she could blame him), and he pressed his profusely sweating body far too close for her taste. A hand was inching its way up the back of her thigh when Isabel noticed something out the corner of her eye.

Not something, but someone. 

What a man like that was doing in a place like this, she couldn't explain. It didn't matter, though. She had already left Mediocre Man behind, and was making her way slowly towards where she had last caught sight of him. At a loss, Isabel spun around in a circle, searching for the giant of a man who had disappeared before she could reach him.

Before she could think, a different man had pushed himself into her line of vision. He wasn't Giant Man, but he wasn't Mediocre Man either. He had bright shining blond hair that fell charmingly into his glacier blue eyes. His face was handsome; his body muscled like a sleek carnivorous cat. She smiled at him, encouraging his rather aggressive tactics of getting her attention.

He pulled her body close to his, and when she breathed in his musky perfumed scent, relaxed in his capable arms as they glided together to a sexy slow song. A hand, cupping the round globes of her ass, pressed her against a thigh that had slipped in between hers. Leisurely, they did a sensual bump and grind, and Isabel could feel the insistence of his desire pressing into her belly.

A low groan made her pulse spike. She could imagine him groaning just that way as she impaled herself onto his obviously large cock. Isabel could hardly wait.

Golden Man nibbled lightly on her ear, sending hot little shivers racing down her spine. His hands roamed more freely along her body that any other man had dared, and her blood tingled in anticipation of having those hands roaming across her naked body.


Suddenly, she was jerked away from her sexy Golden Man. For a moment, she could see the jealous anger contorting his face, but then her vision was filled with the incredible sight of her disappearing Giant Man. His large hands were closed tightly around her arms, and she vaguely wondered if there would be a bruise darkening her delicate skin tomorrow morning.

"Where did you go running off to?" Her voice was breathless; its usual sexy smoky sound deepened by surprised delight. His eyebrow rose as if asking a question, but he didn't utter a word.

His eyes were gray, she noticed, and his hair a blacker shade than hers. His body, packed with muscle, stood almost a foot above her own, and Isabel felt more feminine than she had ever before while standing in the shade of her Giant.

The music had changed from slow to fast, yet they swayed together as if in a world of their own. They never broke eye contact, and his hands never moved from the swell of her hips. He didn't speak at all to her, but their bodies were communicating perfectly. This was the man she was waiting for.

At some silent agreement, Giant Man tucked her hand into the crook of his arm, and they both turned to leave. Before they could go far, however, Golden Man had recovered and had grabbed a hold of her other arm to try, unsuccessfully, to pull her from the Giant's grasp.

"Excuse me," his voice was high, annoyed that she could so completely forget him in lieu of this barbarian of a man, "we were dancing."

Giant Man took one look at this pipsqueak of a man (when compared to himself), and rumbled like snow during an avalanche, "Not anymore."

He shoved the man away, and Golden Man went sprawling onto the dance floor like a rag doll. Isabel giggled, only slightly saddened that she was going to miss out on a man who almost looked like a golden god. But then she looked at Giant Man and decided that a cowboy much better suited her mood.

"See ya later handsome," she managed as Giant Man pulled her away. They left the dance floor, Isabel still being towed behind this tower of a man. They weren't heading for the door, so she asked, "Where are we going, Cowboy?"

He suddenly stopped, turned, and yanked her against him. Isabel saw a glint of raw violence in his eye just before he blinded her with a panty-soaking kiss. His tongue invaded her mouth, hot and wild, and it stole her breath away. Then he broke away, and said, "What the fuck do you care?"

So, she just followed behind him. Still dazed from the kiss, Isabel was surprised when they came to a stop at the end of a filthy, semi-private hallway. Before she could think, Giant Man slammed up against a wall, knocking a little laugh from her. Their mouths mated, and their tongues touched. It was a desperate kiss, full of all the anger and need both were feeling. She felt his hands reach around to grip her ass, then slide down so that he could hoist her up. Isabel wrapped her legs around his hips and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him even closer into the deepening kiss.

In the cradle of her thighs, his thick cock was nestled. Isabel would have been delighted with Golden Man's big dick. Nevertheless, when she felt this man pressed up against the apex of her body, she shuddered at the unbelievable dimensions his well-worn jeans concealed.

Much too impatient to deal with the tiny little buttons, Giant Man broke away from the kiss, and tore open her blouse. Like a connoisseur, he eyed the rise and fall of her breasts that were encased in her black bra. His head dipped down to run his tongue along the scalloped edge that barely covered her nipple.

Suddenly aware of her surroundings, Isabel cracked open an eye to look down the short corridor as he was busy suckling her through the lace. It wasn't secluded at all. In fact, people were staring at them as they went into the bathrooms that were at the start of the hall. She really didn't care if people watched them. In fact, she was thrilled at the idea of the indecency. But Isabel knew that she wasn't a quiet lover, and that thought made her pause. She didn't want to draw that much attention to herself.

With a strategic shove of her hips and shoulders, she had pushed herself off the wall. Unbalanced, Giant Man let her go in favor of them both falling to the dirty, concrete floor. He glared at her, and she nearly lost her nerve until he spoke to her for the first time: "So, what now Princess?"

"How about a little privacy, Cowboy?" She backed up to the first door available, which happened to be the Men's room. Her shirt hung open, beckoning him to bury his face in the soft curves of her breasts. 

He had planned on having a quick little fuck with her right here up against the wall to take the edge off before they headed to his house. He couldn't imagine how she thought she was going to get any privacy in the bathroom, but he was more than willing to oblige her. 

Just so long as they got to the sex soon. If not, he might just pin the bitch down in the middle of the dance floor and fuck that sexy little smug grin right off her face until she was screaming.

Then again, he might just do that anyway.

Instead he shrugged, and enjoyed each sway of her hips as he followed behind her.

Since she wasn't paying attention to where she was going, Isabel was a little surprised at the sight of the urinals lining the walls. More surprised than she was, a delighted man eyed her cleavage eagerly until he saw Giant Man behind her.

"Get out." The man quickly obeyed, and they were alone. Amused, Isabel watched him go. Then she turned to look at the pathetic excuse for a bathroom. At least a woman's bathroom had a little couch against the wall. There was nothing here but dirty porcelain.

While she was looking around, he snuck up behind her. How that large body moved so silently, she didn't know. What she did know was that suddenly she was bent over a rust covered sink and he was hiking up the back of her skirt. She heard the sound of a zipper, and before she could move, felt the thick head of his dick press up against her soft folds.

He rubbed it back and forth, driving her wild with the friction. She was so wet and ready for him; he couldn't resist plowing into the depths of her well. She screamed from the sudden pain of his too large cock jammed deep in her, but she soon adjusted to its size and was screaming instead from the unbelievable sensations that came with each violent thrust.

Bent over in this position, her breasts bobbed wildly in her face, the tatters of her ruined shirt swayed, but she didn't notice. All her attention was on the man behind her. She could feel the sharp sting of his zipper biting into her skin with each thrust, the soft texture of the jeans against the back of her naked legs. His hands were gripping tightly on her thighs, using the hold as an anchor as he pounded into her body. 

Her body convulsed around Giant Man's cock as her world shattered into a jumble of color and light. She heard a low moan before he grinded his hips against the swell of her ass, pushing himself so deep that he caressed the walls of her womb before he exploded.

He rested against her as they heaved for air together, then pulled himself out and took a step back. She mewled pitifully as he extracted, and then turned to face him. They stared at each other, she with her ruined top and skirt askew, he with his dick thrusting proudly out of his pants, still gleaming from their combined cum.

"Jesus," Isabel panted, "that was unbelievable."

"Glad you approve." Giant man's voice was slow and southern. The rich tenor sent jolts of pure lust racing through her body. A cocky little grin spit the harsh lines of his face when he saw the flush of her desire rekindled. "Are you ready to go to my place, or do you want more of this?"

Isabel looked around the room, then focused back on him. "Well_" she began as she walked up to him. Assuming she was ready to go, he reached down to put himself away. He stopped, stunned, when she dropped down onto the floor before him.

She looked up at him innocently and gave him a wicked little smile before focusing her attention on his cock. It was enormous. Coarse black hair trailed down from his flat abdomen to circle down below the heavy weight of his balls. One long thick vein went from base all the way up to his thick, swollen head.

His skin was stretched tight to contain his needs, and she rubbed a cheek along its length to test its texture. It was soft, yet hard. She flicked a tongue across the tip and marveled at the salty taste of him, she breathed in the musky male scent that Isabel would forevermore associate with Giant Man. Everything about him made her head spin. She was hot and wet for him; wild to have him nestled between her legs, behind her, above her, below her, in her mouth, pounding into her throbbing cunt_ she didn't care where he was, so long as he was deep inside her. 

Without warning, she took as much of him in her mouth as possible, which was still scarcely half way. To compensate, she reached up with one hand and cupped his balls, massaging them as she licked and nibbled at his steel shaft. Through lowered eyelashes, she watched him watch her as she ran her tongue from the bottom all the way to the slit at the top of his cock. She slipped her tongue into the small groove, back and forth, and then drew the tip in her mouth to suck on like a lollypop.

Giant Man's hands fisted in Isabel's hair, and with each flick of the tongue or nip of her teeth his grip tightened. When she attempted to swallow as much of him as she could, he moaned and without thinking, thrust his hips upward. She thought she would gag on him, but he slipped down her throat until her lips brushed the soft crinkle of hair that framed his magnificent sex. Ecstatic about this discovery, she sucked harder and harder, faster and faster, pulling him deep with each stroke. Her free hand helped to fondle his heavy sack, but then went on to caress the stretch of skin underneath.

He might have been deaf, blind and dumb to everything but her mouth on his sex, but Isabel was fully aware when the door of the bathroom opened and someone stepped inside. She smiled inwardly at the sound of the intruder gasping in shock and then groan with lust. The sight of any woman giving a man a blow job on a dirty ass floor would have been enough to make any man get hard. But Isabel knew she wasn't just any woman.

Her skirt was still jerked up over her hips, affording the man a pleasant view of her ass. Knowing it would drive him nuts, she spread her knees further apart. She freed a hand from Giant Man, and slipped a few fingers over her enlarged clit before sinking them into her body. She rocked her hips back in forth, thrusting her fingers in and out as she continued to suck on Giant Man.

Giant Man watched Isabel perform for the stranger. It was more arousing than her mouth, and she had a fucking amazing mouth. It was hot, and she was quite the expert at using it. This was, above and beyond, the best blow job he had ever experienced. He had been right that the little slut sitting at his feet would be exactly what he needed to relax.

He looked down at Isabel, admiring the view of her black curls bouncing as she continued to suck him. The tip of her nose was barely visible to him each time her lips rose up to the tip of his cock, then disappeared when she downed his entire length. A hand continued to stroke his balls, the other, he knew was busy pleasing its owner. It was unbelievably erotic the way her tongue swirled around him, the way her hand was gentle yet firmly cupping him. It was too much.

With a great shudder and a deep growl, Giant Man came, his cum jetting into Isabel's mouth in hot streams. She swallowed every drop, and then proceeded to lick his dick clean. He leaned back onto the cool bathroom wall, closing his eyes as he savored the little aftershocks that racked his body. Then he flicked an eye open and caught the stranger's eye. 

The man was smart enough to look guilty for watching them, but he evidently couldn't help palming himself through his pants. Not that Giant Man could blame him. He had just had the orgasm of a lifetime, and he knew that the stranger was jealously wanting one of his own.

Isabel, finally conscious of the tension in the room, looked back and forth between the intruder and Giant Man. When Giant Man looked down at her, Isabel pleaded him with her eyes before letting out a breathless, "Please?"

The Stranger looked watched in fascination as the man shrugged his shoulders indifferently before pinning him with a glare; "You want her cunt or a blow job?"

"I_ what?" 

"The slut's great either way," Giant Man said, slipping his semi-hard cock back into his pants and zipping up, "I'm done with her now, so enjoy."

Isabel watched in horror as her Giant Man, without so much as a glance in her direction, walked out of the bathroom. She couldn't believe he had just left her like that; had spoken about her like she was a prostitute. It was unconceivable. Absolutely outrageous.

After a second of watching the door swing behind him, she turned her incredulous gaze to the Stranger. He had already pulled out his dick - pitiful in comparison to Giant Man - and was heading in her direction.

"Bend over, bitch. You can finish me off like you did him after I've had a piece of your sweet little ass."

Isabel, still dazed from the way the evening had turned out, didn't even fight the Stranger as he roughly pushed her face far too close to the crud encrusted floor. Her last thought before he plunged himself into her anus was that this man was going to pay out his ass for a piece of hers.