It was a very hot day. Captain Lucas Estrada was blazing a trail with his machete under the thick grass stalks, trying to be quiet, and stopping at intervals to listen for any sounds of approaching danger. He could hear nothing besides the very loud buzzing of insects all around him. He was hot, thirsty and uncomfortable.

Just two days ago, he completely lost control of his orbital scramjet, while doing test maneuvers just outside the atmosphere just after dusk. He tried to dodge the purple wobbling whirlpool that suddenly appeared before his aircraft, to no avail. Although there was no sensation of hitting anything, and the plane did not even vibrate, it stalled almost immediately after the cockpit was flooded with the eerie purple glow.  The plane started losing altitude immediately afterwards. 

He did all he could to restore control, but all systems were utterly dead.  As it was very dark, and he had no instruments, he could not know how far he was from ending the tailspin he was in until he nosedived into a mountain. He opted for ejecting out of his very expensive plane, sure he would be court-martialed for destroying the experimental plane in its maiden flight.  When he was jettisoned out of the cockpit, the whiplash was so violent that he was sure he would break his neck, but he had managed to pull together and stabilize his fall. The parachute deployed automatically.

He landed in what seemed to be a wood, just after dark.  He curled beside a tussock taller than him, wrapped in his thermal blanket, too exhausted to bother unwrapping his emergency rations and fell asleep almost instantly.

Sunlight woke him up quite a few hours later. While he had breakfast, he had the nagging sensation that something was off. He glanced again at his watch and then at the sky. According to his (mechanical) watch it was not nearly 3 am, but what he could see of the sun over the grass stalks above was almost at the zenith. His GPS was not working, and his compass seemed to be magnetized, because it kept spinning and wobbling, never settling.

The vegetation was also off. He grew up in the Brazilian countryside and stayed there for most of his life before joining the Brazilian air force and becoming a test pilot. He also had had ample opportunity to attend several wilderness survival courses in Colombia, Peru, Argentina and of course, Brazil, where he was endlessly drilled on plants that could be edible or used to build makeshift shelters out of, in mountain, savannah or lowland jungle environments. But every plant he could see around him was utterly unknown, with very large, tough leaves and even the grass was taller than he was, with bristling hairs that hurt his skin… he could not be in Africa, could he?  Had he fallen THAT far? Also, he felt oddly energetic, light on his feet.

He then unpacked his survival kit, consisting of a few rations, a machete, a small canteen, and the thermal blanket. As the compass was useless, he started walking north, or what he thought it was north; it was as good a direction as any; walking north or south he was bound to find a river or stream, as most rivers in the Amazon (where he thought he was more likely to be) ran west to east.

Less than six hours later, he had to ditch his jumpsuit and kept hiking in the thin sweatpants and undershirt he wore beneath it. The sun was just too damn hot, and the grass reflected quite a bit of heat from below as well. He thought he must look like a dork in his clinging white sweatpants, white short-sleeved t-shirt and brown combat boots. But there was no one around to make fun of him. Indeed, he seemed to be in an endless reed or cane field, similar to bamboo but not as hard. There were no trees in sight and the reed or giant grass stalks were covered with bristles. He wanted to climb so he could see far ahead for any clue on any landmark or river he could follow to get to a settlement but the unwelcoming stubble growing on the stalks precluded any such efforts.

After sixteen hours of walking, the sun had still not set, but he was so tired he was stumbling. Finishing his last ration, he again curled up against a stalk and went to sleep without waiting for the darkness. It was a little after 9 PM on his watch. He woke several times during the night, but because his flashlight did not work, he could not check the time. It surely felt like more than twelve hours of darkness…  the night was very warm, so he did not feel the need for a fire. At least there were no mosquitoes. He had seen fist-sized beetles, inch-long ants and quite a few meter-long centipedes, though.

As soon as dawn broke (1 PM!), he started walking, pretty sure he had covered over 50 kilometers and not sure how much this weird cane field could go before it cleared, or he succumbed from the heat, thirst and hunger… whatever came first, probably thirst, since there were no signs of water anywhere.  Hours later he was getting to an area where he had to use his machete more. The ground was wetter, the undergrowth thicker but he thought he could see light ahead.

Before he knew it, and after climbing out of a hollow, he stumbled upon one last tussock beyond which he could see the sky, white with sunlight. Prying the stalks apart, he could see he was in a small sandy rise, and the grass ended abruptly just before him, going down into a shallow sandy hollow. Another rise was just beyond that but to his left he could see, through a gap between that rise and the next, the glint of the sea, or a lake, not so far, it seemed. He was, apparently, in a dune before a beach of sorts.  There were scattered grass tussocks about, but it was mostly gray sand all around.

He walked just beyond a tussock on top of the dune and looked ahead. He now saw that the sea extended as far as he could see, just two to three hundred meters ahead of him. There was no one around and nothing around him but the sea and the dunes. Behind him, he could see the plains he came from. Beyond them, the dark line of a faraway forest could be seen.  Turning back to the sea, he scanned the horizon with dismay. There was no man-made structure as far as he could see… far away, out to the sea he saw a few birds, probably gulls, flying about.

With a thump, he sat on top of the dune, his mind and body too drained to cope. He just sat there, elbows on knees, and stared at the surf for a while, feeling the unsettling sensation of the walls of the back of his throat starting to stick to each other from thirst, and the creeping weakness and crankiness (and fear) brought off by dehydration. He had another disquieting feeling from looking at the landscape around him… something seemed… off… but he could not really put his finger on what exactly was wrong, but he was sure something was.

He was not sure how long he remained like that. He supposed he must have dozed off under the sun while he was looking at the gray sand between his legs, despondently. Then a noise startled him awake. It sounded like the howl of a large wild animal, and it was LOUD. Wide eyed, he scanned the horizon to his left, where he heard the sound.

At first, he could see nothing, but then he noticed movement at the foot of one of the dunes, and suddenly a slim figure, the unmistakable silhouette of a human walking upright, could be seen walking beyond the dune and towards him. It was a young woman, strolling carefree in the beach, face turned happily towards the sun, with a wide-brimmed hat on one hand, sandals on the other. She had long, brown and straight hair, slender frame, slightly tanned skin and the loose shirt and short skirt she was wearing showed off her athletic legs. Great thighs, he found himself thinking. Her face was also very appealing, frank, happy, with a smooth, carefree brow and big eyes. He could even see her white teeth gleaming.

Due to some atmospheric effect, no doubt the reason he felt something was off, he could not really tell how far she was; oddly, she seemed to be far from him as if through a haze, but she still appeared to be close judging from her apparent size; he had heard such mirage-like phenomena could arise in hot days in deserts. The rise he was on top of was high enough that he was looking down on her, but not by much. The direction she was walking on would bring her close to where he was.

He stood up, shouted and waved, jumped in place to get her attention, but she either chose to ignore him or could not hear him, as her smiling face showed no reaction whatsoever. The surf was not loud enough to drown his cries. He started walking towards her. She kept walking and then stopped, frowning. She still was not looking at him.  She put the hat and the sandals on the ground and turned his back to him, looking at the waves.

He noticed that even after two minutes of walking, she seemed to be much at the same distance than before, which was quite odd. She showed no reaction to his cries of help, standing motionless as she was looking at the waves. Was she deaf, perhaps? Just his luck! Then, as he approached a big isolated tussock of reeds taller than him, suddenly, she turned towards him, and started to jog, but she still was not acknowledging his presence. He stopped. And then, the bottom of his stomach dropping, he realized what was wrong, as she picked up pace and started to run towards him.

She was huge! Although human-looking, she had to be at least twenty meters tall. He had thought she was 500 meters away, but, she was about two kilometers from him, and closing the distance fast with her huge strides. He noticed her size because of the unmistakable shape of the tussocks scattered all over the beach, the same tussocks he had seen for days. They barely cleared her ankles. Soon, he could feel the ground tremble under her giant, stomping feet. Now he did NOT want to be seen. Looking around wildly, he dived in the tussock near him, crouching to make himself smaller, pulling the stalks about him to take cover as much as he could.

With some relief, he soon realized she was not running exactly towards him but was going to run past him if she kept her course. Apparently, she had not seen him. But then, as his luck would have it, she slowed down and stopped, looming over about 20 meters to his right.

She had an oddly cute frown on her beautiful face as she stood there, hands akimbo, seeming to be considering something as she looked at her feet, pensively. She remained like that for a bit, giving him time to admire her striking features, made even more attractive by the breeze tossing her light brown hair about. the white blouse and matching skirt only covered her body slightly. Her skin had the firm toning of youth and health, and her bosom, held by a black bikini top peeking from the blouse, protruded promisingly from her chest. His low angle allowed him a near-upskirt view of her powerful but slender calves and thighs, muscles rippling under her skin, giving her legs decidedly eye-catching curves in all the right places. As he involuntarily stretched his neck to catch a glimpse of her still unseen crotch, he desisted and shook his head, dispelling the lecherous thoughts bubbling up unbidden in his head. She was, quite literally, out of his league, and also as big as to be monstrous. Who could know what such a being would do to him, if she saw him?

Then his heart stopped as her head swiveled towards his tussock and first she looked directly at him, and then she started to stride, ominously and deliberately towards him, the sand crunching noisily under her undoubtedly titanic weight as she sashayed closer. She stood just in front of the tussock, legs slightly spread to each side of it, nailing him to the ground with her hazel gaze, with a blank, unreadable look in her angelic face while she loomed over Lucas.

Suddenly, she gave a slight half-step to her side, and to his utter shock, he saw her look around her as if to check she was alone, and then her enormous, long fingered hands were sliding under her skirt, pulling her black bikini bottom off her legs, stepping out of her panties in a quick, supple motion, and bunching them up in one hand. Lucas’s gaze flew immediately, involuntarily, to between her thighs, where the dark cushion of her vulva could barely be seen under the shade of her skirt. Then the shade was dispelled as she bunched up her skirt around her waist, and, shockingly and unexpectedly, squatted directly over him on her tiptoes.

This action treated him to the hypnotizing sight of shapely, if enormous female thighs spreading and a beautiful young pussy descending from the sky towards him, its folds peeling from each other slightly as he stared, downright uncomprehending of her actions, at the colossal genital mound in front and above him, a strong female musk of sex and not unpleasant womanly sweat washing over him.

He had the sense to look farther up, where he could see again her blank look as she looked directly at him, but, he realized, without discovering him hidden under the grass leaves. She averted her eyes, and he could only see the underside of her chin and her nostrils as she looked again around her checking nobody (of her size) was around. As he directed his gaze back to her crotch, he noticed, mesmerized, her taint and the ridges of her anus pulsing ominously.  He realized what was going to happen and stood up, looking frantically around him for a way out. He found none, the stalks around him were just too close together and thick to be able to jump away. Her hand snaked down towards her crotch and he was treated to her fingers spreading her cunt folds with practiced ease to make the impending process less messy, no doubt. He found himself looking in disbelief at the two pink, gaping holes in front of him and the slightly hairy cushions of flesh surrounding them. Lucas could barely glimpse at the slightly pyramidal junction of her labia over her pussy, forming the hood under which her clit was covered.

She was going to pee. On him.

That was the last thought his addled brain was able to squeeze through his dazed consciousness as the smaller of her pink holes suddenly dilated and, with a hiss, a thick stream of liquid came gushing out with undeniable force, hitting him square on the side of his head, which he barely managed to turn away.  Head over heels, he fell like an ox, stunned and senseless, over the stalks.

Melina Shuquree meandered aimlessly along the shores of lake Mereh-kooureh, enjoying the warm sun on her body and the feeling of wet, soft sand under her dainty toes, under a decidedly beautiful dawn. This was a good beginning to her vacations, after the disappointment of her friend Cerinza canceling out on her. After the briefest of hesitations, she decided to make the trip alone. She was glad to have come, and he could not help but smile feeling an exhilarating sense of utter freedom at being surrounded by the vast expanse of beach, the blue, limitless sky above her, and the equally boundless flat of the lake to her left, a much welcome change from her usual, cozy and convenient, but narrow haunts in the city of Kharamanta. She uttered a liberating, completely uninhibited whooooop! as loud as she could, hearing it echo in the dunes, twirling around on her toes, arms extended to her sides, pivoting several times until she felt dizzy.

She walked some more, going past a last, large dune and then, setting down her sandals and hat, which she had been carrying on each hand, she turned towards the waves. Despite the lovely setting, loneliness was creeping down again on her. It had been literally years since she had been involved with a man, after she had ended the relationship with her former boyfriend after he hit her. She tried to tell herself that she was OK with being alone, but the truth is she was not, and as the months, and then years passed, the loneliness refused to go away, bringing about feelings of inadequateness, sexual frustration and lingering sadness, which were becoming more and more difficult to ignore.

She was not supposed to wallow in self-pity. She had a successful career as a photographer and writer, had been financially independent for years, had a lot of (female) friends and she enjoyed her life, mostly. But she wanted to share it with someone. Share it with a loving, unquestionably male man. Her life was filled to the brim with female-ness. She worked at a fashion magazine oriented for women. All her coworkers and friends were women. She was the youngest of three sisters (her father had died when she was little, she could barely remember him) and had attended a women-only school, most of her classmates at college were women, her boss was a woman etc., etc. It was like being marooned in woman-island.

Mostly, she did not mind, as she was of course comfortable around women, and she had always been shy around and more than a little afraid of men, a weakness exacerbated after her first and only boyfriend turned out to be a bully and a jerk. But she longed to love and be loved by a man, and she could not deny her sexual urges and increasingly lurid, R-rated dreams in which she did or was done by faceless men, were not going away, despite or perhaps due her unwillingness to masturbate, as she found that she did not enjoy touching herself much… she wanted to be touched. She was young, healthy and, she thought, quite easy on the eyes. She had the right to enjoy life, and her womanly body, didn’t she? How long will I remain alone? Will I ever meet a man, a good man that enjoys being with me? She had the nagging feeling that her cowardice prevented her from meeting new people, especially men, and that made her feel guilty for always retreating to the comfortable depths of her female-only circles.

I feel like running, she realized, suddenly, dispelling with an effort of will the same thoughts that popped into her mind every time she was alone (quite often) and idle (seldom). Melina turned to the flat expanse of gray beach and, looking around, chose a landmark she could aim to: a small, tussocky hill on the foot of a gentle beach dune about 2000 feet away. She started jogging towards it and then picked up the pace, running at full pelt, regaining the stimulating feeling of freedom her loneliness had been about to rob her of.

Soon, she was approaching the edge of the grassy field extending beyond the beach. She stopped, barely winded, and then noticed a familiar pressure on her bladder. I drank too much juice at breakfast, she mused. She looked back where she had come and around her. Not a soul in sight there nor ahead not anywhere. It was at least two miles to the beach-inn where she was lodging, around a bend in the beach and to the other side of a few dunes. She decided not to wait till she was back at the inn and chose an appropriate tussock to relieve herself over. She quickly found one close to her right and strode towards it. Then she briefly deliberated on a side of the tussock where the piss would not pool and drain back towards her feet and slid her bikini bottom down her legs and stepped out of it nimbly, quickly grasping it so it did not gather sand. Bunching her skirt carefully around her waist so it did not get splashed, she went into her tiptoes and crouched over the bunch of grass, and relaxed… finding it more difficult than expected… she had always been bladder shy and of course, being a city girl, was not accustomed to the subtle art of urinating outdoors.

Looking around one last time, and again seeing no one, she slid her hand to her crotch to spread her labia and felt it finally coming loose, and she gave it a strong, bladdery push. Even she was surprised and more than a little startled at the strength with which her stream was loosened, briefly splashing all over the tussock (and annoyingly, she could feel some errant droplets splashing back on her skin). Then she could see, slightly alarmed, the stream clearing over the tussock and landing well beyond it almost six feet away, as the stalks fell back against the relentless jet. At such output, it could not last long and she soon squeezed out the last drops. With a sigh of relief, she fished in one of her blouse’s pocket for a tissue and pulling out several from a wad, she wiped herself carefully. With her left hand, she dug a hole in the sand and buried the tissue there, covering it with sand. She admired the tomb of the wipes for a second and then, still squatting and thinking of rinsing her hands in the lake, and with the idle curiosity everyone sometimes feels on the appearance of one’s droppings, looked at the pissed-on tussock and long trail of wet sand. Frowning, she realized there was something under the grass. Something glinted white there, quite out of place.

Oops! Have I just pissed on a baby bird? She thought, with a stab of pity and more than a little shame. She imagined how horrible it would be to be pissed on by a giant, hairless monster, as doubtless she would appear to a small bird looking up at her, before thinking, shaking her head self-consciously after a brief look at her own slightly unkempt, hairy vulva and thinking she was not exactly hairless. Gotta take care of that after I get back to my room. She wrinkled her nose at the thought of a small bird looking up in awe and disgust at her ugly (so she thought), and reeking, enormous snatch.

After a slight hesitation, and considering her hands were already dirty from gaping her own nether lips so she could pee more freely and from burying the wipes, she put her panties in a pocket and kneeled on the sand being careful not to do so on the spots darkened by her piss and cautiously extended her hands and started spreading the tussock to get at the tiny animal there. She winced with revulsion when she felt the warm drops of piss under her fingers, but she was decided not to leave the tiny thing there, lying in a pee-soaked grass bunch. She did not want to get bit on or pecked, either, so she uncovered warily the fragile little animal and scooped it in her right hand, bringing it close to her eyes.

She gasped with surprise. It was a tiny, lifelike little doll in the shape of a man, only slightly longer than her  middle finger.

She lay the miniature doll on her palm as gently as she could, scrutinizing it closely, turning it this way and that, amazed by the detail and the remarkably soft and giving feel, a little spoiled by the fact that it was completely and utterly soaked in her piss, ruining its clothes completely; it was still quite warm. It was dressed in a short-sleeved T-shirt and matching close-fitting breeches, that had been white but were now stained yellow with urine, she noted with distaste and shame. She could not keep her lips from curving up at the oddity of his very well made soldier’s boots, clashing completely with the rest of its outfit.

The doll’s head and limbs lolled limply as she examined it. It had its eyes closed and its hair, she again observed with chagrin, was matted to its head with piss. Its mouth was slightly open, and she could even glimpse miniature white teeth, incredibly well-crafted. She got it closer to her eyes to best see its, or rather, his, face. His jet black hair was cut short as a soldier, and his features were rather handsome, rather dark-skinned and strong-looking.

His arms were proportionately thick and toned, she noted, pressing lightly over them and looking at his unbelievably detailed hands, with tiny fingernails and all; they felt incredibly soft and pliable under her fingertips. She was almost afraid to handle him further, everything was so detailed, and he felt so fragile! Her gaze rested, involuntarily, on his crotch. She could barely make a slight bulge there through the tight and almost insubstantial clothes clinging to the doll’s midsection with moisture… could it be? Looking around her slyly, she noticed no one was there to see what her filthy mind was telling her to find out. Is he anatomically correct?

Her moment of hesitation was brief. Sticking her tongue out slightly as she frowned with concentration, she got the doll even closer to her eyes and tried to pinch the waist of the doll’s pants but failed. The cloth was just too thin and clinging too much to his body from the gross dampness she had unleashed upon it. She did not want to scratch him or something, so she changed her approach. Instead of trying to grasp the fabric, she curled her index finger slightly and inserted her fingernail between the doll’s abdomen and the pants, sliding them down slowly and carefully, but deliberately to the doll’s knees.

When she took her finger away from his body, she again gasped in delight: nested in a cute patch of dark hair, a completely realistic penis stuck out between the doll’s legs. She felt a little disappointed at the tiny cock’s size. It was small but very cute, like a tiny bud. She had had the hope the doll was well endowed and standing to attention, but she imagined the craftsman or craftswoman probably did not have Melina’s sexual interests in mind when crafting this incredible doll.

Almost without thinking, she extended her index finger again and fondled the little prick. It felt astoundingly soft and warm, and she saw it move and roll under her finger pad. Getting more interest by the second, she carefully pinched it between her index and thumb and lifted it to get a peek at his balls. Yep. They were there. As she held the tiny cock, rather enjoying how it felt, lightly rolling it between her finger pads, she was thrilled to discover that it was throbbing and getting noticeably harder and bigger. She took her finger away and saw that it was now sticking out noticeably from the doll’s body, in fact, it was so large and thick and erect now compared as how it was before that it looked quite odd and out of place to her, who just before was mentally complaining of the doll’s only modest virile endowment. She thought that walking around with such a large… thing between your legs must be quite awkward.

This did not deter her in the least for her explorations, as she kept fondling the tiny, fleshy straw of a penis, hoping against reason that the functionality of the doll went all the way, and improbably, the tiny cock got even bigger and harder. As she kept relentlessly stroking him as delicately as she could, and getting undeniably aroused herself in the process, she spared a glance at the doll’s face and took her hand away with a girlish yelp, barely keeping from covering her mouth with her hand, filthy with her own piss, and barely keeping from dropping the doll. It… he… had opened his eyes, and was looking up at her with wide, dark eyes. Eyes wide with fear and disbelief. Only then did she notice his tiny ribcage heaving like a little bird caught by a cat. This is not a doll… it is a tiny man!!!

Lucas regained his senses slowly, less than two minutes after he was rudely knocked out cold, quite involuntarily on her part, by the improbably strong discharge from Melina’s nethers. The first thing (besides a dull pain on his temple and jaw) that struck him as odd, even before he opened his eyes, was a queer sense of vertigo, similar to the elating sensation of climbing the skies in his airplane. The sensation quickly stopped and was changed by the sensation he remembered as a child (after all, he was only 28 years old) of being gently swayed by the wind while sitting on the branches of a tall mango or guava tree. His keen pilot senses gave him the sensation of a void yawning to his left. Then the smell hit him. It was, undeniably, piss.

With a mental start that did not, nevertheless, transmit to his limbs, accustomed as he was to not be making any sudden moves with the sensitive instruments of the planes he used to fly, he remembered his last moments of consciousness, wondering if they were not a preposterous dream (it had to be, right?) and started to open his eyes. They stung, as they should after having them drenched in piss, so he blinked to clear his sight, and then he noticed a shadow pass over him. His vision started to clear, and the vaguely pink blurs in front of him sharpened to a set of giant fingers fiddling with his pants. If he did not move before, this scene scared him stiff and he barely managed to stifle a squeak of sheer terror.

It appeared, to his absolute astonishment, that a giant, but patently female index and thumb were trying (and failing) to pinch the hem of the waist of his sweatpants. Because these were made of a rather thin spandex-like fabric, quite tight and also sopping in the yellow fluid that had dowsed him no long ago, she did not seem to be able to grasp the cloth.  The fingers, from which fairly sharp-looking, unpainted (but well cared-for) nails over 10 cm long protruded, not quite talons, but undeniable feminine and nonetheless capable of doing a lot of damage, were actually long and graceful, or as graceful as tree-trunk thick giant female appendages could be, anyway. They were almost as long as he was tall, a crazy part of his mind managed to assess.

The fingers, thankfully thwarted, withdrew before nipping off any of the important body parts to which they were perilously close. With her hand out of the way, Lucas was able to look up, moving his half-closed eyes, not his head as not to startle his captress, and look at the features of the being in which grasp he was undeniably in, while his hands warily felt under them the thick, but warm and soft skin of what had to be the palm of a giant woman’s left hand, as the right one he could see above him.

Again, he had to use all the self-control he had left, to not gasp in astonishment. It was the girl from before, the one from the beach, who had approached him and had… exposed and then relieved herself on him.

Her face was enormous, close to two meters wide. Her eyes, which he had thought were big before for her face, were bigger than his face, and of a light hazel, or rather golden, almost yellow, completely inhuman color, but quite striking, even hypnotic, with long, curly eyelashes and delicate, but resolute eyebrows. Her skin tone was… tan, neither too white nor too pink, nor too dark, really. Except for her peculiarly colored eyes, which Lucas was pretty sure did not occur naturally in normal-sized humans, nobody would think of her as unusual if she was normal-sized and walking the streets of any city, town or beach in Brazil. But he was sure, nonetheless, that she would get a lot of stares as she was obviously drop-dead gorgeous, blessed with the attractive appearance of those of mixed heritage, as most of his countrymen and women were, defying the cataloguing of them belonging to a particular ethnic group.

Indeed, her whole face, framed by a few wisps of brown hair (the rest was draped over one shoulder) was exceedingly, amazingly well proportionate and attractive, with smooth skin of which small pores were only noticeable in her cheeks, and a small (comparatively) nose. She had full rosy lips with an also rosy tongue tip protruded playfully from to one side as she squinted in concentration looking, not at his face at all, but… at his crotch. If the situation was not so outlandish, he would have been aroused by the almost hungry look on her face. She definitely seemed to be pleased with what she was seeing… thankfully? Dangerously?

Her right hand was poised next to her head, and by the way her fingers fidgeted, she was obviously not discouraged from relieving him of his pants yet. Indeed, after the brief pause which allowed Lucas to take in the lovely countenance of the giantess on whose hands he was into, her fist closed and her index finger both extended and curled menacingly to then descend anew towards his midsection. Lucas thought it unwise to move, although his eyes widened with a mix of fear and anticipation, his breathing quickening as he started to lose his cool. He decided to jump off her hand, no matter how high he was, if her movements indicated she had emasculation or evisceration in mind. Who could know what a land of Amazons would do to unwelcome male invaders? Why would she want to strip him of his clothes for?

He could only watch, with eyes almost now bulging out of his face, abandoning all pretense of playing possum, as she was so concentrated in undressing him that she had not thought of looking at his face. Her deft womanly fingernail inserted itself between his abdomen (which retreated involuntarily towards his spine as it felt the fingernail’s edge) and his pants, and, obviously carefully but relentlessly, wiggling to the sides as necessary, tugged on his pants forcefully until they were off, almost at his knees. With a wince, he felt how despite evident care in her movements, the elastic of his sweatpants had been stretched well out of what they were designed for and lost all capacity to get back to their former shape, with not a few stitches popping. She did not seem to notice the damage he caused with her monumental finger, obviously capable of lifting tons, if necessary.

Now his member was out in the world, and he noticed, astonished, that the giantess audibly gasped as she stared at his manhood with a delight that would have been flattering in a woman of his own size but was terrifying coming from a being of her size, without knowing if she wanted to fondle him or eat him. Her squint was all but gone and her eyes were wide, almost hungry, making him fear she intended the latter. Her next move made him forget the lingering smell of piss and he realized, for the first time in his life, what real fear was, as she extended his fingers towards his manhood purposefully, with purpose utterly unknown…

With increasing disbelief, the pilot gazed at the giant index finger descending again to subtly nudge his cock with the unforeseen delicacy of a woman’s touch, which always had surprised him in his past sexual encounters back in his country. That calmed him enough, so he did not jump in alarm when she pinched his dick between her index and thumb with deftness he would had swore those thick-as-beams fingers should be incapable of and… started to fondle him rather pleasurably.

The combination of her loving but steadfast touch, her soft feminine skin, her eyes glazing with obvious desire, her slightly open, sexy lips and her sweet breath washing over him, noisy as a forge’s bellows with mounting, sexual excitement, had the obvious effect of getting him to sport a raging hardon. The situation was anyhow so outlandish that he was not surprised when the stimulation continued and he found herself thinking of what he had seen of the giantess body and found that he wanted to see that of her and more, found him wanting to see all of her, naked and exposed before him, as he was now in front of her eyes… now he did not want her to stop, he wanted her to continue the sweet tugging of his cock until till she squeezed out of it the release he craved almost as much as to see her giant womanhood again. He recalled to his mind all the details he had seen of it as he felt about to explode…

But her eyes finally turned to his face, and then she suddenly retracted her hand as she noticed he was awake, almost giving him a heart attack as she gave a very loud squeak of…fear? How in the world would a creature her size be afraid of him? In her recoil, her hand even tilted dangerously, and he had to reach upwards to grasp at one of the curling fingers of the hand that held him and grasp it, squeezing desperately to avoid plummeting to the, he suspected, far, far below ground.

They stared at each other awkwardly for a few seconds. He was sprawled in her palm with his cock still in the air, still throbbing with need. He was looking up at her, defenseless, ridiculous… and frustrated. Lucas saw, in the apogee of bewilderment, that the giant woman, looking at him slack-jawed with amazement, glanced again at his erection and then her face and neckline turned red as a beet, eyes widening even more, the whites of her eyes showing as a runaway horse, and he even felt her tremble! Blushing was universal, it seemed. She averted her eyes, clearly ashamed.

Then Lucas saw her breathe deeply, collecting herself, and then she brought her hand closer to her face and cooed something at him in a husky, loud but sweet timbre, obviously trying to soothe him, or asking something kindly, in an unknown language. Apologizing, perhaps? He could still feel how the giant woman’s hand shook slightly with emotion. He was too stunned to reply, and she obviously expected to be understood, for she repeated her foreign, unintelligible entreaty (the crazy part of his mind even thought: such a lovely, womanly voice!) with an even sweeter tone, her brow creasing slightly with patent worry and… was that shame? What the hell was going on??? Embarrassed, he could not help staring like a fool as her giant, comely eyes brimmed, but did not overflow, with tears.

He could not help, however, from recoiling when she suddenly moved her hand frighteningly fast towards him, obviously trying to comfort or pet him. The suddenness of the movement, and the sight of her giant open-fingered hand looming over him, made his flight instinct kick in and he jumped back in a split second, despite being encumbered by his pants, now on his ankles, and without thinking, he was on his feet, frantically retreating towards the curling fingers of her left hand, and grabbing one giant digit to avoid falling. She, just as fast, withdrew the offending right hand with obvious chagrin. She talked again in her incoherent speech and then, shockingly, but very carefully, lowered the hand he was standing on to the ground and left it there.

Lucas looked at the ground, stupidly, at her knees, next to him on the ground, and then at her face. She managed a sad little smile and bobbed her head, indicating him to hop off.  Grabbing the hem of his pants, the pilot managed to pull them up enough to cover himself and carefully stepped out of her hand. Straightening himself, holding his pants up with one hand, he looked up at her again, getting a crick on his still aching neck, even though she was not only kneeling on the sand, but slightly bowed towards him… she was so tall! Lucas was encouraged enough to smile a bit up at her and actually thanked her, speaking a little more loudly than usual, as he imagined his voice must seem as an unmanly squeak to her giant ears, up there. She, encouraged in turn at hearing his voice for the first time, muttered something back at him and transformed her features from pretty to staggeringly beautiful with the most dazzling smile he had ever seen, and looking at him with such tenderness that later, he would muse it was precisely at that moment that he started to fall in love with Melina.

Melina stared, open mouthed, at the incredible scene of having a half-naked, undeniably living man clinging to her fingers clearly fearing to be dropped. Then her traitorous eyes gaped again at the nice little cock she was just molesting, and she averted her eyes, flushing furiously, feeling as if her face was on fire.  

What would be this man thinking of her now? That she was an ungainly, giant monster that squatted over him, drenched him in piss and now was practically, no, not practically, actually raping him without even an apology or bothering to clean him up!

Calm down Melina, she thought. You did not know he was a living, breathing man, you thought he was a doll. You can still make it up to him… I hope. Breathing deeply, she counted to five and then said:

“Um… hello little man, sorry for… well… everything… I wasn’t counting on finding you here… I thought you were a doll… I did not mean to touch you that way, I mean, I did, but would not have if I knew you were alive, and…”Stop blabbering!!!   She shut her mouth and looked at the miniature man, waiting for a response. Her thoughts raced:Where the hell did he come from? Is there a tribe of little people like him living around here?  How come I never heard of this before?  She waited. No answer. He just kept looking at her, her face also open-mouthed with astonishment.

Apparently, he did not expect her to be able to talk.  “Can you understand me?” Her heart broke as she noticed him quivering against her fingers, looking up at her with obvious terror, and found it unbearable that the little man found her monstrous and abusive, as he obviously would be, groping him there five seconds after meeting him. In his place, if a giant man had undressed her and violated her as she had done, she would had shit herself from fear, she thought, glumly. She felt tears of shame threatening to overflow from her eyes, and, unaccustomed and unwilling to cry, gulped, blinked to clear her eyes and, unthinkingly, extended her hands towards the little man.

Which was a mistake, obviously, as he jumped back in terror, looking around for a way out. He obviously did not want to be pawed over by her filthy hands again, she thought regretfully as she could not help but covertly glance at his little cock, still quite big and exposed, bobbing tantalizingly with his movements; his pants had sagged all the way to his ankles, exposing dark muscled legs. She remembered with vexation, as a whiff of urine wafted up from her hands, that he was still soiled. How would she offer to clean him up without confirming she was a pervert?

“No, no, no, don’t be afraid”. She hastily muttered, doubly ashamed. “I won’t touch you if you do not want me to. Here, I’ll just let you go, ok?” Melina lowered her hand carefully, as a human elevator, until it was lying on the ground. The little man looked around suspiciously, and then up at her, obviously disbelieving that she was offering to let him go. She smiled a bit, and indicated with her head that he could go. In a dignified manner that made her smile even more, he pulled his pants up, covering his nakedness and stepped lightly over her palm, tickling it with his bird-like steps. He seemed reassured when he found himself in firm ground and looked up at her. Her heart melted when he, with a smile and a slight bow of his head, finally spoke in a thin voice that somehow managed to be manly and unruffled. It sounded something like “Orrigadosinyyya” or something, in a rather captivating, sing-song accent. This confirmed her that the man did not speak and most likely could not understand her southron speech. Seeing him standing there next to her knees, smiling up at her and looking her in the eye, she could see he had forgiven her. She could not help but smile toothily at him, relieved and suddenly, ridiculously fond of him. It was a magic moment.

The moment was fleeting. She found herself looking him up hungrily again, wishing he could see him without his clothes again, and not only touching him, but making him touch her. A dark part of her mind whispered to her that she could just grab this cute, so well made little man and keep him, as a pet. He would be utterly unable to stop her having her way with him. She was sure she could take good care of him and in time he would… But she shook her head, appalled at these selfish, truly monstrous thoughts. She realized getting attached to this little man was not right. She had gone too far already. Maybe the little guy even had a family, a little wife and tiny kids waiting for his return in the tiny, magical village he had wandered from. A stab of jealousy surprised her as she imagined a tiny woman smiling at and hugging her little man… NO! he was not hers…

Before she could do anything foolish again, she rose to her feet and stood over the little guy slowly, trying not to startle him. Looking down at him, standing there by her feet, she saw his gaze directed to her legs and then, shocked, she remembered she was wearing a very short skirt and that her panties were tucked in her pocket.  With a yelp, she jumped back and covered her crotch with her hands. For the first time she realized that he must have had an undeniably close eyeful of her private parts when she squatted over him. Flushing even more furiously, she looked down at him again. Now the little scoundrel was looking at her chest! She looked down at her bosom, which admittedly was quite exposed, as a button had come undone, and then looked meaningfully at the little man. He seemed to notice he was staring and averted his eyes, fidgeting nervously.

With a sigh, she turned her back at him, putting a hand on her butt and another on her crotch so the skirt did not flare and did not display her ass to the little man. He had seen enough already… Melina awkwardly started to walk slowly away. I will not look back, I will not look back… I will not. She managed to keep from doing so for a hundred paces and then she turned his head back for a last glance at the little guy, this time unable to help hot tears from flowing, tickling her cheeks. He was no longer where she had left him, of course. The small sandy hillock with the ruined, pissed-on tussock on top looked quite desolate without his tiny self. I will never see him again. Will never touch him again. As she turned back to face the last place where she had seen the little man, the realization hit him like a fist on the solar plexus. She had magic right in her hands and she let her go. Forever. Melina felt the unbearable weight of regret, loneliness and loss, and a sob bubbled up in her throat, threatening to choke her.

Then, a flash of movement at her feet caught her attention.

The surprises did not stop.

After she smiled at him, he stared at her downturned face looking down at him kindly, almost lovingly with her hands on her lap. Then she appeared to zone out, and her face went pensive as she leaned a little towards him, with an oddly possessive (he thought) and fixed look that made him uneasy. At this moment, he was fairly sure she was having second thoughts on letting him go… but the moment passed, and she shook her head in self-denial and stood up nimbly to her full height.

Again, he was indulged with a great vista of her long, shapely legs from his very low point of view almost touching her feet. His gaze wandered from her exquisite toes to her graceful ankles, strong calves, athletic thighs… and her very naked crotch. Seeing him looking up at her from almost directly under, she seemed to realize too late she was pants-less and with a rather cute but very loud girlish yelp both of her hands pressed against her exposed crotch, as she made a quick jump backwards, so he could not look up her skirt as easily. The jump took him by surprise and he shook in his boots at her hulking frame moving so suddenly.  Half bowed as she was, with her hands on her crotch, he noticed her blouse was unbuttoned and her black bikini top was showing, her rather large (of course) cleavage clearly visible and heaving enticingly with agitation. To his chagrin, she caught him looking at her chest and looked at him reproachfully. He turned away from her, ashamed.

And another surprise: Without another word or warning, one hand on her crotch and another on her ass to prevent him from more upskirt glances, she just turned, making the sand crunch under her toes and started walking away from him towards the water, her head low and her steps determined.  She did not look back.

Lucas gaped at the giant girl deserting him in bewilderment. Conflicting emotions started effervescing within him. He felt relieved of not being under the persistent gaze of her giant, entrancing yellow eyes, and away from her terrifying, if beautiful and soft hands armed with strong nails and fingers sturdier than many a crane. But at the same time, he felt abandoned.  After two days of wandering aimlessly, did he not want to be rescued, to find fellow people who could help him get back to his life? He knew he just had to follow her to find other people, but could he count on other giants being as kind as her? And how far would he need to walk? And what if a giant sea gull, a dog, a cat or a crab appeared?

Also, he was a little angry that she had just left, after peeing on him, leaving him to wallow in his or rather her stink, then she had groped him, practically ripped his pants off,  and afterwards she had the nerve to glare at him when he looked at her legs and chest… he was also unreasonably angry that they spoke different languages and could not properly understand each other… he did not even know her name! And:  Was he supposed to just stay there on his own, filthy, thirsty and hungry?

One thing was sure. He was no longer in Brazil. Nor in South America. Perhaps not even on Earth. This giantess was no lone barbarian living in an island, no lone freak like King Kong. Her dress, although of a rather odd cut (but he was no fashion expert) was obviously not homespun, but factory made: he had spotted a tag under her skirt when she stood up over him, and the buckles in her bra strap were not homemade nor wooden. They seemed to be plastic, which implied an advanced industrial society, which implied millions of giants. She even had a little makeup on. And there was the strange duration of the days, which seemed longer than they should be… and who knew how many other things were different?

He was accustomed to make decisions in a heartbeat. Lucas then decided that he would trust this woman, this giantess and ask for her help. He had to find out where he was, and how to get back home, if that was even possible. If going back was not possible, he would need even more help. Despite her strange attitude, the giant girl did not seem like a bad person.   And deep, deep down, he hoped she would continue where she left off and he was not averse to seeing more of her. Much more.

When he woke up from this reverie, he realized that her giant strides had carried her far. If she picked up the pace he would not be able to catch up with her. He started running, finding it a little awkward at first, even stumbling. He had to adapt his gait to an unconventional, gawky hop like the ones he had seen long-jumpers in the Olympics perform, but more clumsily, as he had to hold his pants up as they did not stay in his waist on their own anymore. His mind, trained to think in terms of g-forces when making air maneuvers, suggested that gravity was also off: it was definitely weaker than he was used to, making him comparatively stronger, which made sense if beings the scale of the giants were to exist, in another mood-sinking confirmation that he was no longer on his home world. He definitely needed the advantage of strength and speed, and even then, he struggled to catch up. But, as he feared, she started to walk more urgently, as if she could not wait to get away from him. She still did not look back, which left him feeling more than a little hurt, although he was well aware he had no right to be nor any claim for her attention. He did not fully realize it at the moment, but he already, secretly, wanted to please her, to be desired and needed by the lovely, alien woman.

Gritting his teeth, he ran as fast as he could, slowly gaining on her, even shouting once or twice, but being this close to the surf, his puny voice could not reach her ears.

And then, suddenly, she stopped and turned. He stumbled and fell on the sand. Sitting up, spitting sand, he saw her beautiful, serene face streaming with tears, looking beyond him. Her eyes were scanning the dune where they had met… looking for him! He stood up and screamed at her in anguish.

Her tiny man (she was already, insentiently, thinking of Lucas as hers) was right by her feet. In her happiness to see he was not gone, she forgot about covering herself and dropped to her knees to get closer to him. This time he did not even flinch when she hung her face as close as she could to him without being awkward. Her fingers were practically itching with the urge to pick him up to speak (and look at him) better, but she decided against it.

“Were you following me?” she said, knowing full well that he could not understand her. He did not bother to respond. Instead, he simply pointed his tiny thumb at his chest and said:

“Lucas”.

So that was his name! She had never heard anyone with that name before. Responding in kind, she pointed her index finger at her nose and said, simply.

“Melina”.

Lucas smiled up at her with the most heart-melting smile she had ever seen and repeated her name with his soft voice. He added some words in his lilting language she could not make sense of, but she loved hearing anyway.

Now calmer, she considered why Lucas was following her. Much as she wanted to believe he was acting out of beguilement for her, the practical part of her mind that rarely deserted her for long reasserted itself. She surmised the reason Lucas had not taken off as soon as he was away of her piercing eyes and eager hands was because, for some reason she could not fathom, he needed her. He needed her help. Well, Lucas, I guess I owe you. I will help you as best as I can. She wondered if he had somehow been banished from the community of tinies he must have grown at, or if he had somehow gotten lost, or if he was the lone survivor of some kind of natural disaster that scattered his people. Surely, he did not just sprout from the ground as a mushroom or fall out of the sky like a freak hailstone.

But first, she had been heading to the water, and not directly to the inn because she wanted to rinse her grubby hands clean. Melina guessed Lucas would be just as eager to clean himself off, which would give her the chance of seeing or (and hopefully and) touching him without those pesky clothes on. However, this time she would make absolutely sure that any advances she made on him (and she was very eager to advance) were fully consensual. She had a few ideas on how to get him going… for starters, she stood up, now unconcerned that she was giving him a (willing, inf unaware) show.

Now comfortable with Lucas, she completely forgot she had her panties in her pocket when she stood up. A second later, as the sea breeze hit her crotch, unimpeded, she realized two things: she was bottomless under her very short skirt, and she was getting uncannily wet down there, judging by the way the wind felt so cool between her legs. She realized, thrilled, that she wanted him to look (not stare, but look), and she wanted him to want more, warming him up for later steps in further intimacy.

Her lips curved up as Lucas politely avoided staring. She found, shockingly, and more than a little guiltily, that she actually enjoyed teasing him by subtly displaying her charms to Lucas, with the right mix of coyness and brazenness, knowing that she was in control at all times: at his diminutive size, besides his wandering eyes, there was no way Lucas would be more forward with her than she was ready for. 

“I’m going back to my inn”, Melina indicated, extending an arm to the place where she had come from. “I have to get there soon, or I’ll miss breakfast”. She finished, pantomiming taking food to her mouth, and she was relieved to see him nod.  She was determined to expose him to her language as much as she could, even if at the beginning he would not understand it; she guessed it would be easier if he spoke his language than the other way around. She really looked forward to having actual conversations with her mini-guy. She gave a few steps in the direction she pointed out and waited to see if he would follow her.

After a slight hesitation, he jogged to catch up with her. Heading for the spot where she had put down her hat and sandals, she started walking again, unaware that she started swaying her hips coquettishly, but, on the other hand, quite aware that it was unfair to expect him to keep up with his short legs all the way to the inn. Melina however, chastised by her earlier missteps, wanted Lucas to take the initiative and realize this and ask her to carry him.

It didn’t take long, and when she looked over her shoulder again she could see his bemused face looking up at her as he clearly appreciated he was going to have to swallow his manly pride and ask for a ride. In the meantime, she was also a little concerned she would do more harm than good if she took him out of his natural habitat, if that was what this region was. That was another reason Lucas would have to make the first move, she pondered.

She stopped to let him catch up with her, and then, half-turning to face him and kneeling, Melina said, tapping with her right hand at an imaginary watch on her wrist. Pointing at him with her left hand and then pointing at her right hand, she pantomimed the action of picking him up, trying not to loom over him. “If we keep going like this it’s going to take us forever… don’t you think? Shall I pick you up?”

Lukas, breathing a little heavily form the exertion of keeping up with her strides, looked right at her more than a little uncertain, if not scared. After a slight hesitation, and a little shrug of his tiny shoulders, he raised his arms towards her, not unlike a toddler.

Melina, getting increasingly nervous, did not pick him up right away. She tried to put herself in the little guy’s shoes, trying not to make any sudden or threatening moves. Pretty sure having a giant hand, fingers splayed and descending upon one’s head would be terrifying, Melina thought. Lowering her hand to the ground to make him step into her palm seemed somehow patronizing, and then she would be afraid of dropping him. Closing her fingers over him after having him sitting there in her hand would seem like falling into a trap, she mused.

She then, smiling at him (but not too much, that’d be creepy) to reassure the little guy, closed her fist, extending only her index, thumb and middle finger and raised her hand, raising her eyebrows slightly and cocking her head in what she expected would be understood as asking for his permission to pick him up like that. Lucas nodded.

Instead of lowering her hand over Lucas, she lowered her arm until her right hand was almost at ground level, and then got it slowly closer to the little man from the front with the aforementioned three fingers extended, lowering her torso and getting her head closer to Lucas unconsciously, leaning her body in and supporting herself on the ground with her left hand.

Melina saw the little man stiffen slightly, clearly struggling to keep himself from backing away, as his eyes alternated between warily watching her approaching clutches and her unnervingly steady gaze, focused entirely on him, lips thinned to a line and brows furrowed in concentration. Her fingers arrived at the little man’s body, surrounding him but not just closing in yet. Her sensitive finger pads could feel his body heat emanating from his tiny frame.

She decided against holding him by his ribcage, as she imagined his ribs, thinner than toothpicks split in half lengthwise would be, were too fragile and she did not trust herself to squeeze him with enough force not to drop him but delicately enough not to crush or smother him. I thought this would be easier, she thought, feeling her brow creasing in worry and getting moist with uncertainty. Her trembling hand retreated slowly, she extended all her fingers and got it closer to him again.

“Stay still, dear Lucas, I need to get a good hold of you”. She cooed over him with as non-threating tone as she could manage as she had once seen a woodsman talk to a captured fowl’s clutch of fledglings to calm them.

When her fingers were surrounding Lucas delicate body again, she did not close her fist but just held her hand there. Lucas then lowered her arms and lay them up in atop the side of her index and thumb. Curling her fingers slightly the little man was now sitting on her fingers as if on a lift chair. Without squeezing, she closed in her thumb until it pressed lightly against his abdomen. Melina then lifted him very carefully towards her face, feeling the little man’s surprisingly strong arms holding for dear life as he looked around while he ascended, his legs shifting against her fingers. I can hardly feel his weight! Her hands were shaking with an uncanny mix of excitement and even fear.

Still on her knees, and as she looked straight into Lucas now unreadable but calm, little manly face, Melina’s head swam, and she even felt herself sway as if she was going to faint, steading herself with an effort of will. Having a sentient, grown man small enough to grasp in her fingers looking right back at her with an undeniably intelligent, oddly tranquil gaze was so weird she felt numb with an eerie feeling of unreality. Never in a million years would have I thought this would happen to me... am I dreaming?

No dream could be this vivid, this detailed! Holding him as close as her eyes could focus, she could make out stubble on Lucas’ wide jaw and cheeks, his tiny nose, full lips, his little hands grasping her comparatively enormous fingers, which looked rough and coarse compared with his tiny, incredibly limber ones. His limbs felt enticingly fit under her fingers. But looking into his eyes, now she could not believe he had once mistaken him for a doll. She could see clearly the whites of his eyes and his tiny pupils moving around, scanning her face just as closely as she scanned his.  Seeing Lucas’s fascinating eyes, she realized that he was not a boy but a man (and a very attractive one), who had seen much more of life than her.

He is not afraid of me, or else he is resigned to his fate. Melina realized. She, on the other hand, was getting increasingly nervous, and embarrassed to feel her nipples… and other parts, tingling with annoying, but unyielding, mounting arousal, which had been escalating since even before she kneeled to grab him.

How can a creature like him possibly exist? Is he really another human being, but small, or is he a pixie or some kind of supernatural being? And how perverted must I be to be attracted to him, with the disparity in our sizes? How could we ever… well… really do it? To him I must seem terribly coarse, sloppy, monstrous even… My kisses must seem to him slobbery and gross…  I could not bear to see him recoil in fear or revulsion (or worse, pain) if I try to caress him. How will he react if I bare my body to him, or if I made him… touch me… and yet I saw him… felt him get hard… could it happen again? I WANT him… as a woman wants a man… I really do… Where the hell did he come from?!?!?

Lucas fidgeted in her hand, and she realized that she had zoned out and had been staring at him for too long. She changed her grip slightly, her thumb wandering lower than his midsection. She thought she felt something stir down there, poking at her finger pad. Flushing furiously, she moved her thumb away Is he… hard? No, I must NOT let myself imagine things. I must really be sure… his stained clothes made him come back to reality… he must be wishing to clean himself…

Then, she realized that, in her eagerness to touch him, and as an idiot, she had not planned how to carry him all the way to the inn. Surely, I cannot get through the lobby and around town and the inn with a tiny man perched like a little bird there in my hand. It would not do for other people to see him, she was sure. It would create a huge stir and he would surely be taken from her.

Lucas was not small enough to fit wholly inside one fist, hidden from view, and he would likely get motion sickness from being swung back and forth if he carried him casually around as she strolled. Covering Lucas with two hands would be awkward and suspicious-looking… And, as most women’s pockets usually are, her two blouse’s only pockets were too small to keep him secure in there and were already full.

One was stuffed with her panties (of course NOT there, even if I put them panties back on,  and I cannot do it one handed while holding him, there is nowhere to put him around where he does not stare at my crotch from below while I put them on, and who knows what that pocket must smell like to him by now). The other pocket had an expensive lip balm stick she did not want to part with and the tissues she used earlier to wipe herself. She had not brought a purse.

For an instant, she considered carrying him in her top, but with the rising heat of the day and the incontestable sexual stimulation she had and was still undergoing, her boobs felt sweaty and to him they would be wet, slippery and probably funky. Then she decided to put him up to his waist in the elastic waistband of her skirt (it being fairly new, was still tight enough, she hoped) and she could keep him covered with her untucked chemise.

Without further ado, she lowered him to her waist level, and after a slight deliberation, she avoided sticking him in front and instead she lifted the hem of her shirt with her left hand and held the elastic of her skirt waistband slightly away from her hip at her left side and lowered tiny Lucas in there, nimbly changing her grip to do so, as his limbs flailed around trying to get purchase. Letting go of the waistband, he was held in there against her left hip, up to his armpits in the waistband, his arms, shoulders and head hanging out, but under the hem of the blouse. She tentatively released him and felt around, giving a few tentative steps. She felt him secure in there, and he did not trash nor moved, indicating he felt secure, too.

Then she, as nonchalantly as possible, got her panties out of the pocket and stepped into them, sliding them up her legs into place. It would not do to be bottomless and let an untimely gust of wind leaving her exposed to the looks of men in town.  Yep, I got definitely wet down there, she noticed as the fabric conformed to her curves and she felt a seeping stickiness between her body and the undergarment. Will have to change them when I get back.

After picking up her slippers and hat, she walked hastily back to town, keeping her left hand lightly pressed to her hip to ensure he would not fall from there.  Minutes later, as she passed through the small settlement near the inn, not a few heads, most men and some women, turned to look at the eye-catching Melina. But not more than usual; no one spotted the tiny bulge at her side.

Lucas tried to relax as he scrubbed himself clean under the steady stream of lukewarm water flowing over his head and over his whole body, after he had drunk his fill, that is; he was patched after two days in the bush and way past caring if the bath’s water was treated. He was using a small piece of soap Melina had provided for him by grabbing a triangular parcel of a shelf that had to weigh as much of three grown men and which turned out to be a soap bar. She tore the wrapping to pieces and casually sliced a piece of the rock-hard substance off with her fingernails and delivered it to his hands.

The ease with which Melina handled the tougher than denim wrapping material, and the soap-piece cutting part was chilling. He was sure the giant, 100-tonne plus woman was strong enough to reduce him to mincemeat in seconds with just her fingernails if she so chose. But that was not the most worrying detail of that scene. He had a good look at the red and white wrapping and it was covered with letters.

Letters of an utterly, unreservedly, gibberishly unreadable script unlike anything he had ever seen. He was sure it was not Latin letters, nor Cyrillic or Greek, Chinese characters, Arabic, Korean hangul, runes, DevaNagari or Egyptian hieroglyphs for that matter. That was the last confirmation his already thin hopes of being anywhere close to Brazil needed to be downright dashed.

Literally, he had no idea where on Earth or, lets be honest, where in the Universe he was (if indeed he was in the same universe at all where he was born, all bets were off). He had not been shrunk, the people had not become gigantic. Lucas had been displaced… to a completely alien, unknown land, with almost certainly no hope of going back to where he started, especially with no idea where the way to there was, no plane and no ability to ever steal and commandeer one, if they even existed here. His life as he knew it was over. The implications were as massive as the giant beings that he could hear with booming, thunder like voices around him as Melina got to some kind of town after a few minutes of walking on the beach. From the little he could see as the cloth he was under flapped around, allowing him some fleeting views of cobbled streets, what had to be men’s voices around him were specially terrifying in volume and deepness.

He realized Melina had been speaking to him purposefully softly, when she interacted with the people around her after she got to a kind of hotel. Her sweet voice at what was undoubtedly her normal speaking volume was also very loud, almost deafeningly so, and he had to cover his ears as she spoke with the receptionist, another young woman, which laughed in a stentorian volume heartily at something Melina had said, making not only his ears hurt but even his ribs thrummed with the cadences of the giant woman’s laughter.

After Melina finally got to her own room, she had plucked Lucas out of his hiding place and he briefly could look around to see they were in a bathroom, shower and all, but with no toilet in sight. There was also a deep green porcelain sink where she was carefully lowered. Then she gave him the slice of soap, turned the warm water faucet on and left him to wash himself in private, even having the tact of closing the door after she left with a last tender look at him, with a gesture that seemed to implicate she would be back soon.

The curved walls of the sink were too steep and smooth to climb over, and so slick that after he removed his clothes they failed to stay out of is way under the column of water falling from above. He tried to set them aside to bathe first and wash them later, to no avail. They kept sliding down to pool at his feet, so he just left them there and washed himself. Afterwards, he washed them and rinsed them with the same soap as well as he could. His boots would need a more thorough washing than possible here, he thought, so he just rinsed them to rid them of the smell of ammonia. No hurry to wash them, as he was not going to wear boots while naked, as he would be until his clothes were dry, anyway.

As he dedicated himself to these menial tasks, he had plenty of time to review his current situation and his options. He was completely at Melina’s mercy. He could not get out of the sink, he could not even close the faucet. even If he could get off the sink, there was likely no way to get to the floor, and even in this lower gravity environment, the fall to the hard-tiled floor would at least leave him hurt or crippled or even dead. Lucas judged he was about 10 meters high in the sink. He could only wait for her to be back to pick him up. And when she did, it was likely she would put him on a tabletop, as having him on the floor would be inconvenient for her and potentially deadly for him. She could inadvertently kick or step on him, killing him.  

His walking days were mostly over, he thought: even less need for boots if he was going to be carried to every place he needed to be, even from one tabletop to the other. Every time he had to relieve himself he would have to ask Melina to carry him to an appropriate place; every time he wanted to eat, he would depend on Melina, and so on.

Even if he reached the ground and escaped, where would he go? He did not want to end up in the clutches of another giant who would at best peddle him around as a circus freak (Melina could still be planning to do just that, though, he had no way to know), charging people for seeing him, or, at worst, step on him. At least these giant people did not seem to be cannibals or ogre-like cruel; also, from the brief look he had of Melina’s pudenda, it looked as their anatomy was remarkably the same as humans.

If in his hypothetical flight, he somehow managed to avoid ‘human’ detection, any rat, cat, dog, or whatever domestic animals these giant people kept could decide he would be a tasty snack, as could birds of prey, snakes, lizards and who knew what else.

Lucas felt so puny that he was sure even a pissed-on pigeon or even a baby chick could break his spine from a wing blow, stomp him or peck him to death without trying too hard, and he had left his machete back in the tussock. Even if he could steer clear of most creatures, his life would be of perpetual hiding, living off scraps of food or garbage he could pilfer from around town, until he was finally caught or got sick or injured.

So, he was screwed and stuck as a giant woman’s pet. For how could she see him as anything but a curiosity, like a talking hamster she would eventually tire of? And they could not even speak the same language, at least for now. Although… he had noticed, or thought he noticed, as he was put in the hem of her skirt, that he could perceive a faint aroma of womanly arousal wafting from below him, but that could be wishful thinking or simply the way all women smelled all the time if you were close enough, or small enough to notice. He was both afraid of and eager to get a better look at those legs and what lay between them…. and other parts. Would she even feel him if he let him touch her intimately? And… could he stop her if she tried to force herself on him? The answer was: of course not.

His mind wandered back at the person in whose hands his destiny was, from now on: The lovely Melina, for lovely she was. Until he saw her with other people her size he had no way to know, but he had the impression she was proportionately tall. He found himself thinking of what he had seen of her body: the smooth legs, the slender hands, her enthralling face and of course, her pussy. He had seen, however briefly, her slit and the entrance to her sex, and shuddered as he now imagined the size the cocks of the giant males of this world would have to be to fit her and please her; he did not know what was going to become of him, but he was only sure of two things right now. One:  Lucas was sure he was both shorter and thinner (and much less sturdy) than a simple, average prick of an average man of this world; two: he hoped he would NEVER have to see such a monster cock either at rest or at work and not at a distance and NEVER up close. Looking at his own now limp manhood, he thought ruefully that was like a grain of rice for Melina even when he was at full mast; he had always secretly prided himself of being well endowed, a meaningless pride right now. She seemed to like it, though…

In fact, since she discovered him, or at least since he was awake, Melina had only treated him with the utmost care and consideration. She even lowered her voice when she spoke to him, as he had discovered. She was incredibly careful when grabbing him in her hands, something he was quite scared of. And then she carried him safely to her abode. He was not surprised to feel himself hardening at the memory of being held by Melina’s skirt waistband against the warm, fragrant skin of her soft, hip, feeling her muscles ripple under her skin and the jiggles of her ass transmitting to him rather enticingly. He thought the way little beads of sweat had formed on her upper lip when she was trying to pick him up with evident care and nervousness were very cute.  He even indulged himself to run his hands over what he could reach of her skin. He had not seen her breasts yet and definitely wanted to take a closer look at those….

It was then that the loud knocking sounds on the bath door almost gave him a heart attack. He was doubly startled because he was feeling rather guilty about having dirty thoughts about her captress or rather her rescuer. After a brief pause, the door opened, and Melina strode in slowly… which gave him time to cover himself with his hands. He realized that unless he was willing (and he wasn’t) to wear wet clothes, he had nothing to wear, not even underwear.

But the solicitous Melina had thought of everything. She turned the faucet off and handed him what seemed to be a piece of cloth that seemed to be cut rather hastily from a larger piece, like a handkerchief, for a makeshift towel. She politely and rather demurely turned her back at him to give him some privacy to dry himself off, only giving some sly but brief glances over her shoulder to check he was finished. Lucas obstinate hard-on refused to leave, even though from his point of view from within the sink he could only see her back, her long hair going well past her shoulders. He had always had a rather odd fixation with women’s shoulders and Melina’s were particularly attractive. The way she looked over her shoulders was also very sexy, he thought. He waved at her the next time she looked his way.

She turned, gave him another piece of dry cloth so he could wrap himself as with a makeshift toga and took the wet towel, garments and boots away, turning her back on Lucas to spread them over the same shelf she had taken the soap from and give him time to dress himself as well as he could. He found he had to hunch his shoulders a little to avoid his stiffy to show over the cloth, which was much thinner than the one he used as towel.

When she faced him again, he was a little startled to see her hand descending to pick him up, this time rather more confidently. She covered him with her other hand and carried him out of the bathroom. Soon she had left him atop a table and then left for the bathroom, the sound of her footsteps echoing in the corners. He took in his surroundings. He was in a room larger than a cathedral, with a high, white and smooth ceiling. He could see a wide, well-made bed, with white bed covers and way too many beige cushions on top; a nightstand was beside it, with an odd-looking lamp. There was a small red sofa, and a chair of a dark wood like the table he was on top of. A light purple duffel bag, probably Melina’s travel bag, was on top of the sofa. Besides that, there was also a small closet and a white box beside it, and what appeared to be a dust bin. No TV, no radio nor other appliances that he could see. On the table, there were some cups and a beige dish as wide as he was tall with a few head-sized orange berries, dark, soft, very well smelling cookies and ground meat. There was also a cap of a bottle filled with about two liters of a kind of chocolate-colored wine. He fell on the food as a ravenous man just rescued out of a wilderness, which he actually was.

After he was satiated, he took a last sip at the wine, which he was sure was not made of grapes, and he looked at the bathroom door Melina had disappeared behind, listening to what had to be the sound of the shower. Besides that door, there was another large one which had to be the room’s entrance and there was another door, now closed, leading to another room, and some windows with the blinds down around the room. The bathroom door was NOT closed. If he was the same size as Melina, he would have taken that as an invitation to peek and join her in the shower. But stuck as he was atop the table, that was not an option, he mused as he walked around the table, taking cautious looks from the table’s edge at the green tiles with some red rugs scattered here and there. The colors of the furniture and furnishings were a little garish for his taste, like pictures he had seen of the seventies back in Brazil.

A while later, he was sitting on the table’s edge facing the bathroom’s door and then Melina came out of the bathroom wearing only a red towel. A very.short.towel.

The sight of a half-naked (and very attractive) giant woman was so astonishing that Lucas just sat there for a few seconds, slack-jawed and wide eyed. Melina’s thighs and legs, bare, drew his eyes as a magnet. They were even more shapely than he remembered, with lean, obviously strong muscles that gave the outer side of her legs enticing curves completing her statuesque silhouette and he found himself wishing for an invisible (giant) hand to yank the towel away to have a long look at the parts that annoying towel was covering from just above her breasts to just below her crotch.

Nothing indecent was (unfortunately) showing: she had taken obvious care of adjusting the towel very carefully before showing herself. He found himself getting undeniably aroused and his manhood stirred.

But what the hell would I do even if she threw aside the towel? I’m no man to her, but I’m even smaller than a tamarin monkey would be to her and I cannot do a damn thing from this table, wrapped in a bleeping napkin…

Lucas snapped out of his impolite stare (he was not sure how much it lasted) and scrolled his eyes up until he met the giantess’.

They were just as fixated on him as he was on her. He found, uneasy, that he could gauge absolutely nothing of her intentions from her gaze. She just stood there, a little way (to her) from the table, just outside the bathroom door, staring at him with her, more than literally, enormous yellow doe eyes, hands clasped before her, face utterly unreadable. She was trembling a little, but that could be just cold from being just out of the shower.

Was she teasing him? Enjoying the feeling of looming there, feeling powerful and unconcerned by the harmlessness of his size and feeble, scrawny manhood? Pitying him? Thinking how to squeeze money and fame out of selling or exhibiting a tiny freak like him?

He remembered when he was about eleven, that he went for a swim, alone, in a river near his hometown, in a sweltering afternoon in the dry season. Alone as he was, and unwilling to wear wet underclothes on the way home, he went skinny dipping after hiding his clothes under a bush and weighing them with a river stone to prevent a naughty animal from carrying them off, as monkeys sometimes did.

Lucas had been in there a while, splashing around at leisure, when three young women, older than he, but as nubile as nymphs, came to the same pool he was in, with the same idea. They also went skinny dipping. He was trapped in a corner of the pool, with no easy way to get out of the water without exposing himself.

The girls noticed him after a while, but after their initial alarm, they realized he was just a little boy and then ignored him and later teased him, boldened to be in a group, by blowing him kisses, throwing him flaming looks, half coming out of the water barely covering their chests with their hands and mocking him by inviting him to get closer, which he did not do, abashed. He felt rather humiliated by their subsequent laughter and he had to wait until they tired of the water and of the bantering and left, to get out of the pond. That was long after the coolness of the pool stopped being refreshing and became instead uncomfortably cold. Shivering, he dressed himself and went home, fuming. He was too young to be aroused by the situation.

Years later, the memory still stung, as he realized they had written him off as not a man, but a puny child, not a threat in the least. Had he been five years older, they would have treated him much differently, and would have not be so bold to expose themselves to him.

Now Lucas felt the same oddly emasculating sensation, being as he was in front of a half-naked, gargantuan woman, with only a flimsy cloth between her piercing gaze and his nakedness, and only a (as big and as thick as a circus tent) but nevertheless barely decent towel, scarcely held to her giant loveliness, between his keen eyes and her womanly secrets. His patent inadequacy drove home the fact the crushing realization that he was likely forever trapped in a place where he would ceaselessly be, not even a child, but even less than a parakeet before whom she would not think twice before undressing, as unconcernedly, as shamelessly as if he was a vase or a china figurine on a shelf.

There was no way any giant woman would desire him or think of him as a man. They, Melina included, would likely look at his nakedness with the same curiosity someone would look after a curiously detailed and obscene doll, and nothing else. His virility and sexual urges would be doubtlessly be found laughable, their female urges would be overwhelming and impossible to quench with his meagre gifts. These depressing thoughts deflated his loins more even than his self-esteem.

They stared at each other until it became awkward. And for a while longer. When Lucas thought he could not stand it anymore, Melina advanced. She stepped slowly closer with her swaying gait, and Lucas, sitting in the table’s edge, a little lower than crotch height to her, found his eyes drawn first to the giantess feet, which made the ground and the table vibrate under her dainty steps, and then to the hem of the towel, under which he would find himself if she closed the whole distance. He felt the perverse wish that the woman continued approaching until he could look up, and up close at her cleft once more, literally in his face.

He barely remembered his manners and looked up in time to see her looking down at him with her oddly serene, inscrutable mien. He took in her long lashes, the underside of her dark nostrils and her wet hair framing her face, partly draped over the swell of her very protuberant bust. She approached more and then her body was descending in a blur until her giant face was just above him.

Looking down, he saw her giant hands approaching to each side of him. Startled, he stood up and stepped backwards.  Her hands did not attempt to grab him, though. She just grabbed the table’s edge to either side of him and pulled, getting the table closer to her face. As he struggled to remain on his feet after Melina moved the table, he was in awe at the titanic strength needed to move the many tons of heavy wood so casually. Her hands remained there, fingers grasping the table’s edge. The strong aroma of her warm body washed over him in waves: a mix of soap and clean woman.

 She seemed to be sitting down on the carpet in front of the table, now. She drew her face closer until the table’s edge made contact with the space between her lower lip and her chin. Tight-lipped, she looked him up and down with a slight, peculiarly cute frown and then her giant pupils focused in Lucas eyes. At this distance, he could only focus in one golden eye at a time. It was beautiful, and even though his body was covered, he felt completely bare before her. He could distinctly see the giant orb blink, move sideways, up and down in precise movements, scanning his tiny features while the black, bottomless pupil, bigger than his fist, dilated and contracted. It was terrifying, like the ultimate act of voyeurism, and yet Lucas did not want her to look away. He was entranced by the swirling patterns of her yellow irises, subtly streaked with delicate violet flecks.

His legs started to shake under her scrutiny. He wanted to bolt. He wanted to stay. He wanted to kneel and worship her. He wanted to defy her. How could one cope with such overpowering, devastating womanhood and not become crazy?  He felt so insignificant…

Then she started whispering to him. Her deep but womanly voice was soothing, tender, comforting even though he could not understand a word. Looking at her couch-sized, meter wide, lips move to form words was both disturbing and arousing to contemplate this close. He could see every crease, every wrinkle of her sensuous lips, the gleam of her white teeth and the tip of her tongue peeking behind as the subtle movements of her mouth alternatively covered and uncovered them when she spoke. Her breath was astoundingly sweet, and yet pungent, as ripe pineapple. He noticed her breath was getting deeper and quicker. His legs felt like rubber… he felt weak, drained by awe as he continued to be pinned in place by her spellbinding regard.

Suddenly, her fingers left the table and disappeared below as her almond-shaped eyes never left him. Loud rustling of clothes followed. Then, shockingly, like a leviathan rising from the sea, she slowly but deliberately rose, clearly now on her knees, her back straight until her proud breasts cleared the table and were displayed in full glory before and above him, arms to her sides. They were nothing short of perfect, perky and pyramidal but still rotund, obviously natural and soft, jutting more than a meter from her chest, defying gravity.

She continued to look at Lucas, lips slightly parted as her deep breathing made her bosom heave. Her nipples were now puffy and unambiguously distended, probably longer than his head now. Lucas could see her areolas, as wide as truck hubcaps, wrinkling and rippling slightly before his eyes. She shifted slightly on her knees, making her chest wobble in a maddeningly exciting bounce.

Melina approached the table, scooting forward on her knees, until her massive mammaries were on the table. Her arms appeared to each side of him, but she did not attempt to touch or take hold of Lucas. She just supported herself with them and then lowered slightly until her tits were resting on the table’s surface, flattening slightly. The cold wood made her nipples stand out even more, impossibly. She continued talking to Lucas in her mesmerizing, mellow speech, in which he thought he could detect more than a hint of need.

Her right hand appeared close to him, her index finger extending to caress the side of his face with impossible delicacy. She slid her fingertip down along his side, lovingly, reveling in touching him as they looked into each other eyes. She touched his toga-like garment but stopped short of pulling it off him. Her finger was trembling.

Lucas decided the moment had come. With his left hand he grasped and squeezed Melina’s giant digit and with the other he pulled at the knot on his shoulder holding his toga and the cloth slid to the table. He was now fully revealed before her thirsty eyes, eliciting a deep moan from her that startled them both. It scaped Melina’s lips with her powerless to suppress it, and Lucas did not expect such incredibly loud, incredibly arousing sound, the vibration transmitted to the finger he was holding.

Lucas trembled himself as her upturned index finger quickly moved to between his knees, from where it slowly ascended, caressing the inside of his thighs until her finger pad it made contact with his balls, sliding tantalizingly over them and then she lifted his erection as her finger kept sliding up, going past his cock to let it bounce back down. Looking up, Lucas saw Melina’s approving, wide smile, without a hint of mockery in it. Before she got carried away, Lucas started walking forward decisively, until he was right in front of her left breast. Standing close to it, he ran his hand along and under her giant tit, feeling it shudder under his fingers. He continued to caress her breast with just his fingertips, making increasingly tight circles around her areola until he finally reached her nipple.

She gasped, and leaned forward slightly, making the table slide a bit over the tiles with a squeal. Undeterred by the disturbance, Lucas grabbed her nipple with his left hand and started flipping his tongue over the nipple, coating it with saliva as he hugged the other flank of the breast with his right arm. Melina groaned. Melina whimpered. Melina panted, in which Lucas correctly guessed he was doing the right things. Looking up as he licked, he locked eyes with the giant woman. She was looking down at him, mouth open in an o, begging for his touch. She was making so much noise! Getting so great a reaction from a titanic being like her was such a thrill!

After a while, she gently retreated her breast by lifting her torso slowly and then she swiveled it, presenting her other breast. He did not have to be told twice and he got to work in her right tit, encouraged by her fingers, which came from behind him as he was sucking and stroking away merrily, to gently press him bodily into her yielding, fragrant breastflesh. It was the most incredible sensation ever, being literally submerged into boobs bigger and heavier than him. As in a dream, he noticed his feet were no longer touching the ground. She was now cooing something in her foreign speech between rumbling soft womanly moans and grunts, and some muttering, he catching only words that sounded like kedjitsiii or gedjistsii

Then it ended, or so he thought. After a protracted whimper, her hand retreated, and he slid over her tit, until he was back on his feet atop the rough grain of the table. She lowered herself until he could see only her half-closed eyes and the top of her head.  He could hear her heavy breathing, as loud as surf on a beach, as she looked dreamily at him. Then she slid sideways to a corner of the table, only her eyes showing above it. Her hands gripped it from both sides and she kept looking at him, eyes crinkling at the corners and sparkling with mischief. Lucas could picture an impish smirk in her unseen, sexy mouth as he waited for him.

Trembling with anticipation, he walked there, feeling a little awkward as his boner was jutting from his loins as a missile. He had, he thought, idly, never walked so much either naked, out in the open, or with a hard on that was made even harder by the undeniable attention Melina was giving it. She was mesmerized by it, eyes widening as her eyes followed his every move, unabashedly staring at his manhood, bobbing with each deliberate step. Could it be that this is the first penis she had ever seen?

As he approached the corner of the table, she pushed herself off the table and she rose… and rose until she was standing before him, cupping her breasts with her hands. The view was mind-blowing. He took in the absurdly long distance between her revealed crotch to her navel, and from there to her bosom and her downturned face. His gaze scrolled downwards to the junction of her thighs, each wider than any tree he had ever seen. She had obviously groomed her vulva while in the bathroom, as it was much less hairy than he remembered, with only a tantalizing, strip of auburn pubes above her, each hair half a meter long… not her slit, but rather her folds, as they were rather protruding and glistening, her rubbery-looking labia quivering slightly as he shifted on her feet. An unmistakable stink of female arousal wafted from her reddening pussy, incredibly intense, as the heat that emanated from her center, which he could feel on his skin.

Her hands left her breasts and he put her right one on her hip, the left one hanging beside her. She was obviously posing for his benefit, noting his approval. She then spun in place until her ass was facing him, her buttocks jiggling enticingly as she moved. She looked at him over her shoulder through half-lidded eyes, her smirk now clearly visible. Yards of long brown hair cascaded to the middle of her back in wet curls. She did a little playful shimmy with her hips, and Lucas’s jaw fell open as her buttocks shook in an obscene display of her overwhelming sexuality, her ass crack opening and closing to the rhythm of her swaying hips. She kept the shimmy for a while, clearly pleased at his reaction, her hips reaching a maddening crescendo of wiggling, eliciting increasing levels of the scents of her sex to reach Lucas.

Then she turned to face him again, approaching the table until her pubic hair contacted with the angle of the table. She pressed with her crotch against it, only two meters from Lucas, who could hear the scraping of her wiry pubes against the heavy timber of the table, and see the tender cushions of vulvar flesh framing her cleft warping as she stimulated herself with the corner of the table, as Melina uttered a queer sound between a sigh and a whimper. She wiggled her hips skillfully (obviously she had some practice at this tribadism stuff, thought Lucas), spreading her folds apart with the wood. Wet sounds were heard and when she retreated slightly, a glistening string of goo connected the table’s corner to her nethers.

Melina advanced again, legs slightly spread until she was practically straddling the table’s corner. Her hands descended, her fingers to each side of her snatch, and they snaked and twisted downwards, delving into her until she peeled herself open in as lewd a display as he had ever seen from a woman, practically shoving her cunt in his face. He loved every second of it.

He approached her exposed pussy as he would approach an altar. Her fist-sized nub of a clit peeked from the reddish fold of skin jutting from the upper corner of her slit. Lucas felt unreal, standing right there in front of a giant womanhood. He looked at Melina’s strong fingertips and fingernails so close to him, holding her folds apart, digging slightly into her flesh. Melina’s clit was throbbing, growing larger and jutting more by the second. Mark licked the palm of his hands and fingers and then extended his arm until his fingertips brushed against her clitoral hood. He was expecting the loud gasp of utter need and the jerking of her hips, so he did not recoil when the skyscraper of naked woman above him twitched under his touch. He slid each of his hands under her hood, grasping her incredibly warm center and squeezed, twisting it between his fingers and teasing it out. Her hips started rocking forward and backwards in time with his caresses.

When his tongue and lips also made contact, she squealed, loudly. He barely noticed when her hands gripped the table to each side of him for support, the heavy timbers groaning under her colossal weight. Her legs spread a little more to give him access, and her hips humped against the table. He pressed himself against her cunt, sucking, licking, squeezing, feeling her moist labia slathering his torso as he blissfully squirmed his way deeper into her folds without relenting his nuzzling attack against her fleshy, slippery and throbbing knob. Far away, Lucas could hear Melina’s tuneful, husky mumble…

Kedjitsiii, kedjitsiii…

Melina’s whole body was shaking like a leaf under the servicing she was having from the tiny man’s mouth and hands. She barely had the strength to look down between her legs where Lucas was at work. She could not see what he was doing, obscured as he was by his low position under her pubic mound, but she hoped he continued doing it. She could only glimpse, beyond her pubes, his bare back bent to the task, peeking from within her folds and glistening from her juices as his hard, little body slid between her slick labia.

She had felt her knees wobble as soon as Lucas ten minuscule fingers slid under her clit hood and started doing magic. She had to support herself in the table with her hands, as she did not trust her legs anymore, and her hips took a life of their own, bucking by themselves back and forth once his scorching mouth touched her there, and without thinking she stimulated her vaginal entrance with the table’s corner while Lucas touched her at her core. Embarrassing, animal, needy sounds escaped her lips, as years of pent-up sexual dissatisfaction melted away under the gentle ministrations of her tiny lover. As she enjoyed herself, she was angry at the years wasted in her only past, bad relationship, with next to no sex and the little she had was laughably mediocre, judging by the incredible sensations Lucas was giving her on their first time together. The little man surely knew how to get a woman worked up.

Just minutes earlier, she had groomed herself hastily in the bathroom, trying to get as clean as possible to withstand the little man’s inspection she hoped to be having as soon as she got out of the room, knowing he could likely see (and smell) in much more detail than she ever could of herself. Once she did get out, as soon as she saw him there, waiting for her, sitting nonchalantly on the table’s edge, she almost lost her nerve, and barely held from running back into the bathroom. A wave of shame washed over her as she considered what she thought was out-and-out depravity: she wanted the little, defenseless man to watch her naked. For the first time ever, a male was going to see her completely in the nude.

Despite the shame, or perhaps because of it, her arousal was stoked as it can often happen when desire trumps modesty. When Melina saw the little man after coming out of the bathroom, her vagina nearly spasmed with desire at the thought of exposing herself to the little man and seducing him into touching her… she was aching to be filled, aching for his eyes to see her wet, spread open for him. She was almost drunk with the power she held over the tiny Lucas… burning with the urge to use him…

She contained herself, however, trying her best not to look creepy, menacing or needy as she gazed into his tiny frame; the last thing she wanted was to spook or disgust him, trying to keep her poker face, although she of course had never heard of the term. Lucas did not move, he just looked up at her, open mouthed, hopefully not out of fear.

As they stared into each other, a myriad of thoughts, bidden and unbidden spun around in her head in mere seconds: would he be grossed out by her? How could she kiss her (oh how she longed to!) without slobbering all over his tiny face? She did a quick accounting of the wealth of mostly imaginary blemishes even the most beautiful woman think she is riddled with: Is it to late to check my upper lip for mustache-like hairs? And what about old pimple scars, black dots, big pores, wrinkles, moles, and a plethora of supposed imperfections? Paling a little, she recalled Lucas surely had seen her privates already in more detail and closer than even she had, ever, and she had always, since the onset of puberty, already been self-conscious of having slightly protruding, somewhat asymmetrical labia. She tried not to think on that awful first impression he must have had and hoped that he was not holding it against her.

 It is worth noting, however, that not even for a second did she imagine that Lucas could, would and indeed already had perceived, even from a distance, the odor of arousal that emanated from her sex, scent she thought confined to the insides of her vagina and that she had only perceived in her fingertips the rare occasions she had dared to explore inside her, never thinking much about it.

As he did not say or do anything, after a while she stepped forward, feeling the inside of her thighs slick with moisture seeping from her sex. Without taking her eyes from the tiny man, she advanced slowly, savoring the (apparently good) effect she was having on the object of her attempts at seduction. However, she did not want to poison her relationship with Lucas from the start, and she vowed to stick to her plan of making absolutely sure he wanted to go along with what she desired… what she needed. But she would give him a little push, if needed. As for her, she was ready for anything already when she sat before the table.

As she grabbed the table to get a closer look at Lucas, Melina was reminded she would have to proceed with tact, when the tiny man jumped to his feet as her hands touched the table to either side of him. Trying to move very, very slowly but deliberately, Melina propped her chin against the table and looked at Lucas from up close. To her relief, he did not bolt nor flinch, but held his ground, scrutinizing her back with his dark eyes. He looked so cute there, with his tiny toga-like cloth wrapping his body. She startled herself when she started to speak softly to Lucas, words coming out of her mouth without even planning to start talking.

When she had carried him in the waistband of her skirt, Melina noticed Lucas flinched at the sound of voices of people around her (even at the sound of her voice), and she guessed, correctly we might add, that the volume of speech of people her size was perhaps too much for the sensitive ears of tinies like Lucas. She then made a conscious effort to speak to him in a subdued tone.

“Oh, Lucas. It has been so long since I have been with a man… you see… I had this… I guess you could call it a boyfriend, long ago, or long ago to me, I do not know if time goes by at the same rate in whatever magic realm you came from… but it was a few years ago…. at any rate. We never actually went all the way… we did some touching, and kissing, of course, but we never saw each other without any clothes on. He tried to speed things up, but I wasn’t ready, and one day he lost his patience and ended up berating me… when I answered back, he pushed me, I lost my footing and fell to the ground. He dumped me then, literally and figuratively on the spot. Not that I would have wanted to have anything with him after that…”

Speaking to the tiny man, she thought, was not like speaking to an unruly mount or angry dog, but rather like cajoling a bird not to fly away when approached. It was not the content of the words, as she had already established they spoke mutually unintelligible languages, but the mood her speech created both in her and in the little male before her. She had been commended many times on her voice, and she knew how to use it to wheedle even women to her will with it in her job. Lucas listened to her raptly, still as a wooden figurine, captivated, it seemed, by her mouth.

“Ever since, I have been alone… or not alone, but man-less so to speak, and certainly boyfriend-less, sex-less and I feel more than a little hapless. I have friends, but women only. I rarely speak to men and recently I realized that I actively avoid them, out of sheer pusillanimity. My girl-friends often tell me that I do not need a man, and that women need men as much as a slug needs salt, but I cannot deny myself any longer. I want love, a man’s love, and sex, yes, sex, as playing with myself has never done much for me, and I do not even know how to anyway… so…”.

Sensing Lucas was receptive, she decided to take things a little forward. Withdrawing her hands from the table, Melina slowly unwrapped the towel from around her generous breasts and let it slide off her body. Before she could have second thoughts, she rose to her knees, displaying her chest before and above the table, exposing her breasts to the tiny man. His reaction was everything she hoped for: instead of recoiling, his eyes widened, and he stared, open-mouthed, at her chest. Encouraged, Melina drew forward and, not wanting the little man to approach the table’s edge and risk falling, she presented her breasts to Lucas by literally putting her assets on the table. Her nipples were rock hard and tingling maddeningly with the need to be touched.

“I like you very much, Lucas. I liked you ever since I…. since I found you laying there between my feet. So here I am, little man. I want you closer to me...  I hope you can understand what I want you to do, because I myself scarcely know… I only know I want YOU to do something, to me… and hopefully you will know how… I’m yours, if you will have me”. She punctuated her words by extending her index finger to stroke as lightly as she could the side of his face. His skin is so soft! The little man actually closed his eyes, engrossed in her touch. She slid her finger downward until she touched the clever knot by which Lucas had secured his toga to his left shoulder. She left it there, savoring the intense body heat emanating from Lucas, hoping he took the hint.

To her delight, Lucas boldly and skillfully undid the fastening of his garment and let it drop to the floor. The sight of his lovely nakedness provoked a totally unplanned, unladylike, throaty groan that visibly disconcerted him and even her. He was even more perfect than he remembered, and now his cock was no miniscule knob but a full-fledged erection doubtlessly dedicated to her. She lowered her finger more, smiling, and slid her finger between the doll-man legs, then sliding it up to contact with his balls and hard-on, marvelously springy, palpitating and alive. She could not wait to touch it some more, but while she considered how best to do it, Lucas boldly stepped forward and approached her left breast, and as he ran his tiny hands on it, she felt herself tremble under his touch.

When he got to her nipples, almost painful with anticipation by now, she gasped in pleasure and leaned into him, ruining the mood a little as the table actually slid forward with a screech, pushed by her torso. Melina’s breathing started to accelerate as she felt his tiny, surprisingly strong fingers get hold of her nipple and squeeze. When he got his head in closer to it and kissed, nuzzled and licked she thought she would lose it right then. As Lucas other hand caressed the rest of her breast that he could reach while his other hand and mouth were busy around her nipple, he suddenly looked up right into her eyes, eliciting a keening moan she could not suppress. She ventured a hand between her legs and was surprised at how squelching wet she was, literally dripping on the floor.

Her other breast started to protest by the lack of attention, so she carefully withdrew her left boob and presented the other. Lucas wasted no time in attending to that one as well. Melina dared to touch his warm little body with her fingertips and pressed lightly on his back and head against her, bodily lifting him into her tit, the flesh dimpling under him.

“So good…. So good… so goooooooooooood” she mumbled, looking at the tiny man in disbelief. Having a man licking her nipples after so much time was incredible, and having a man smaller than her breasts in her hand, touching them was beyond belief… I’m so lucky to have found him! It was great, but she wanted more, so she carefully let go of Lucas, and as soon as she saw he was safely on his feet on the table, she escaped him and went to a corner of the table, half hiding herself, waiting for him to get there, smiling delightedly at her own naughtiness…

Her eyes widened, heart pounding when he started walking toward her. She could not take her eyes from his manhood. She had seen naked men in pictures, of course, but never erect, and she realized seeing a penis standing to attention stirred something primal in her loins that a simple, flaccid cock did not. The movement of his member as he walked made her almost burst with impatience. She was so wet now that she could feel the maddening tickling of wetness leaking from her depths into her taint as she crouched there. When he was about to reach her face, she retreated and stood up, cradling her breasts in her hands and revealing herself to him completely. Her crotch was also close to bursting with need and even more so as Lucas was standing right before her cunt, exactly at its level.

Feeling deliciously slutty, she stepped forward and humped on the table’s corner, grunting and smiling mischievously as wet noises were heard when the corner managed to part her intimate folds. She stepped back to best position herself and then straddled the table corner, while spreading her pussy open before the tiny man with her fingers. Oh how I want to rub him there!  The sensation of her wet folds stretching and separating while sopping wet was almost unbearably good, and she kept pulling at her labia until it almost hurt. Her hole clenched violently when Lucas stepped forward and half disappeared under her hairy mons.

“Oh gods…. Oh this feels sooo goooooood…. Ah, ah, ah ah AHHHHHHHHHH”.

Lucas observed, with a mix of awe, mounting sexual frenzy and terror, what he had caused.

He had to step back as his skillful ministrations brought Melina to a very noisy and eventful climax. He had been working her clit with hands and mouth and even teeth, while wriggling his body between her meaty, now very slimy crevasse when the giant woman emitted a protracted, unmistakably womanly but very, very loud moan while, still grabbing the table to each side of her, she was bending her torso over, almost convulsing. The sound was almost earsplitting, so he covered his ears and winced, thinking that even when he learned her language, he would probably never tell Melina the unflattering fact she was as raucous as a herd of elephants trumpeting in anger.

Even the unholy racket could not distract Lucas from seeing, directly above him, the shapely columns of her arms supporting her, her downturned face, surrounded by a tangle of long, thick hair almost reaching him on top of the table, her mouth open, white teeth visible in a grimace of utter pleasure, eyes rolled up white, her torso heaving as her hips humped and spasmed the table’s corner fiercely in slower and slower humps, the very ground he was standing on shaking and vibrating, making it really difficult to keep his footing. He could not take his eyes away of the giant fleshy orbs of her tits above him as they swung freely, independently and tantalizingly with each lurch of the giant female as her orgasm wound down among heavy breathing, moans and unladylike grunts of release.

In fact, her breasts got even closer as she lowered her torso even more and propped her elbows in the table, breathing heavily as her pleasure began to subside, the pervasive smell of sex… her sex, surrounding him. Her nipples were even larger now. He dared to extend his arm up and ran the tip of his fingers over the rubbery tip of the upturned rosy summit closer to him. That seemed to remind her of his presence, for Lucas’s world was suddenly a spinning vortex of images: the room seen from within the semi-darkness of her fingers, the tough skin and creases of her palm, and flashes of her fingertips and nails as the giantess grabbed him, lifted him dizzyingly in the air as her fist and fingers skillfully plucked him from the table, turning him and twisting him around in her hand, to which the scent of her pussy was still clinging.

The vertiginous ride ended with the familiar sensation of freefall as Melina had clearly thrown herself on the bed on her back, and he found himself snuggled against her amazingly soft cheek and her dainty but ponderous nose, laying face down with her hand atop him as a warm, soft blanket. Her large eyes were closed, long eyelashes fluttering close to his face. She was purring and cooing something at him, and he did not need to understand her exotic speech to realize, not without a big deal of pride, that she was clearly content with the turn of events and his recent performance. Lucas could feel the warm air of her breath washing over his feet. Being so close to her woke his manhood, which of course was in full contact with her face. Her naughty giggles as his erection redeveloped confirmed him she had noticed.

Her hand lifted from him and then he felt a gentle pressure on his sides and hips as her fingers pressed on him and then bodily lifted him above her grinning, stunning face. Laying down, she was again examining him at leisure and at a very close distance, and the attention she was paying to his crotch, her eyes crinkling at the corners was definitely a good sign.

This was confirmed by the appearance of the index and thumb of her other hand, and they quickly zeroed in on his prick. She grabbed it with infinite care, eyes so intent and purposeful, and at the time so full of wonder… so vulnerable, testing how to best manipulate it. Her eyes flicked from his cock to his eyes, looking for signs of approval or disapproval, and his world lurched again as she sat up, clearly deciding she needed a position that could afford him more comfort so he was laying back atop her palm. Also, the position afforded her more accuracy to her enthusiastic fingertips. However, they were a little bit rough and uncomfortably dry, so before he was too chafed, he lowered his hands to her fingertips and tapped them, signaling to stop.

Frowning in concern, she made to withdraw her fingers, but he grabbed them as best he could, shaking his head, so she left them hovering there.

Eyaaa? She muttered, shaking and cocking her head softly in interrogation. Then Lucas, with his free hand, extended his hand for her to see, closed his fist and extended only finger and thumb. Then he slowly put his hand to his mouth and licked his fingertips exaggeratedly, as he was not sure how much of his mouth was she able to see. Beaming with delight, she licked her fingers as he had showed him, in what he decided was an unfairly sexy gesture and got back to work on his penis.

Lucas could only shudder with pleasure as his hips took a life of their own and starting humping as Melina’s clever and now appropriately lubricated fingers slid up and down on his shaft. The sight of fingers as wide as his dick was long gently tugging, caressing and squeezing was incredible, and the utterly adorable, utterly happy face Melina was making, lips parted in awe as she gave him the best hand or rather finger job he had ever received, were even more of a turn-on, as were her magnificent breasts in full sight of him, her soft flesh trembling slightly as the giantess quivered in anticipation and pleasure. Gasping, he again lowered his hand to direct her willing finger pads to the tip of his cock, and she discovered, as Lucas shuddered and moaned, that running her thumb (moistened in her lips at intervals) under his member’s tip was the most pleasurable.

Asking Lucas to last long under these circumstances would be not fair, and soon he released his load with a grunt, eliciting a loud gasp and wobble from the left hand Lucas was lying on, and the fingers of her right hand jerked involuntarily backwards, releasing his member. From the surprise on Melina’s face, and from the little the squirming Lucas could see through the fog of desire and release, it was clear it was the first time she witnessed such an act. Could it be possible that she was a virgin? He had not yet seen enough of her vagina to be sure. At any rate, she was looking, slack jawed but clearly not disgusted, only amazed, at the sight of milky liquid spurting in surprisingly long and abundant bursts from Lucas’ loins. Spent, shaking, Lucas ventured a panting “kedjitsii”, provoking a decidedly luminous smile from her, eyes sparking with… delight?

Kedjitsikatta nah?

Lucas understood she was using some kind of declension of the word he guessed meant ‘good’ or at least ‘pleasurable’, so he parroted “kedjitsikatta, Melina, kedjiitsikatta”, holding both thumbs up, in what he hoped was not a rude gesture. He was rewarded with more undecipherable but harmonious and much welcome cooing and he was lowered, thankful, to her enormous, cozy, sweet-scented left breast, still somewhat moist with perspiration, against which he was softly and lovingly pressed, a soft nipple grazing his cheek. Lulled by her heartbeat and warmth, and downright exhausted with days of exertion, he fell asleep in a pinch.

After cuddling her little man for a few minutes, delighted to feel his warmth so close to her breast and his soft breath and skin tickling against her sensitive left nipple, she decided to put him in a more comfortable place, so Lucas could really rest. She also was getting all too excited of having him there, and before she got carried away and woke him up by fondling, she walked carefully to her duffle bag, holding the little man against her breast. With her free hand she fished out by touch a properly padded chest girdle (although well-endowed in the chest department, Melina did use some padding to avoid her sometimes very stiff and prominent nipples to show through the fabric) and then she took the duffle bag away from the couch, setting it beside it on the floor. She deftly transferred the tiny sleeper to the fabric and then set him and the girdle down on the couch.

Now she was able to see her little treasure at leisure. Although she was of course familiar with the male form, her first-hand experience with male nudity was pretty much nonexistent.  As a women’s magazine photographer, she had photographed plenty of scantily clad gals and quite a few male hunks, but never completely unclad, as there was a clear line in what passed for risqué and boudoir photographs in Melina’s country and outright smut punishable by law, and not publishable in her line of work, anyway.

Earlier, Melina had been too aroused by being permitted to fondle Lucas to release to indulge in taking a good look at his manly goodies; she also did not want to ruin the mood by creeping him by staring at his body like a hawk or a pervert. As any photographer, she was very visual and so she took the chance to treat herself into an up close and personal examination while he was passed out. She turned to her duffle bag again and took out her camera case, drawing out from it the loupe she used to check details in film slides. She also took a long and delicate paintbrush with a few-haired soft tip. She tied her hair in a ponytail so it did not get in the way and got to work.

She kneeled beside the couch, put the loupe in her eye and got her face closer to her tiny lover. She trembled bodily with excitement and with a feeling not unlike hunger as she got a good, detailed look at Lucas’s body aided by the magnification. He was lying on his back, and his manly features, powerful jaw, burly torso and limbs drew up the corners of her mouth in womanly approval. Extending a nimble finger, she meticulously moved his arms and legs trying not to wake him up, and soon he was sprawled out on the soft fabric of her chest girdle, his full front completely exposed to her lusty gaze.

She took a few moments admiring with awe and incredulity Lucas’ long fingers and delicate toes. Then she focused on the happy trail of dark fuzz leading from around his navel to his manhood, the real goal of this scrutiny. Her still shrunken target was laying floppily against his crotch. Her louped eye got even closer and then after a few seconds of consideration on how to proceed, the trembling brush tip appeared in its field of view.

Melina had observed that Lucas’ cock, when at rest, was only a pale shadow of its fully erect glory, to the point where she feared to manipulate the minuscule outgrowth in its nest of dark hair with her fingers until it was standing to attention.

The brush appeared, and Melina deftly wriggled its soft-haired tip between the fleshy bud and the ballsack it was stuck to. Biting her lower lip with a mix of mounting arousal and lewd concentration, she managed to lift the tiny prick so it laid against Lucas abdomen.

She now was able to gawk at his genitals with abandon, aided by the magnifying glass, which by now was almost touching Lucas body. She even dared to tickle his testicles and the underside of his still limp member with the brush in astoundingly delicate strokes for such a titanic hand, batting it this way and that, delighted in seeing it flop around. She was rewarded by an almost immediate twitch of the manly worm, and an undeniable and much longed-for engorging.  Encouraged, she continued with the stimulation and the glass showed her astonished eyes the unfurling of the folds of skin that eventually let the pink, glistening tip she had only glimpsed before. More tickling provoked throbs and more twitches and elicited a barely contained needy moan from the giantess, once more incredulous of the shocking change in size, shape (and activity) of Lucas’ now full erection from the almost imperceptible nub from earlier.

If he had woken up at this moment, he might have been startled to see Melina’s enormous comely face hovering merely a few feet above him, her already big eye enlarged to even more monstrous proportions, thrust greedily against his crotch, her slightly parted moist and sexy lips exhaling increasingly ragged breaths over his prone frame, spread eagle below her and powerless to stop her having her way.

Before even planning it, before she even knew she wanted to do it, she changed position a little, closed her eyes and extended her tongue tip until she felt it touch his fleshy straw of a penis, pressing it against Lucas abdomen, feeling it pulsing in response to her moist, warm contact, tasting with relish the salty morsel twitching under her covetous tongue. Oh gods, this is too good… I want to kiss him all over, taste his mouth, lick his little face… I want him to suck, to savor me back…

She straightened herself, getting her face away from Lucas to collect her thoughts and get her breathing under control. She was almost drooling over him with unabashed desire, even more squelching wet down below. Looking between her legs, she noticed with embarrassment that she had even leaked a little into the tiles. Giving a last, longing look at Lucas, still in peaceful slumber, she got up and went for something to wipe the moisture from the floor… and other places. She was almost painfully aware of an urge that she was still too inexperienced yet to recognize for what it was: the unyielding, organic need of having a warm and throbbing something thrust inside her.

For the first time in days, Lucas woke up fully rested. In fact, he actually felt like he overslept. He was very groggy, lazy and confused. Looking around with gummy eyes, he saw it was daytime already. He was lying in a nicely smelling, soft and lightly padded purplish rug, and he was flanked at both sides by beige walls. Rubbing his eyes and sitting up, he saw in front of him a sheer drop a couple of yards ahead and beyond… giant furniture.

Then he remembered. Ai Meu Deus! The preposterous reality he had been living in reasserted itself. The vortex. The nosediving airplane. The ejection and long walk in the bush. The thirst… and Melina. A beautiful, sexy, enticing, lustful and extremely huge mountain of womanhood. Did all that happen? Let’s see. He was completely naked, the giant furniture and windows on walls taller than cathedrals beyond were definitely there, and… he could not suppress a smirk as he smelled himself and recognized the unmistakable stink of vagina all over him. The last he remembered he was snuggling against tits way larger than him… and then he guessed he must have fallen asleep.

Looking around with clearer eyes, his jaw dropped as he looked up and fully realized where he was. The beige walls were actually Melina’s thighs. The rug he was lying in was between her spread legs. Both he and the giantess seemed to be on the giant red sofa he had glimpsed earlier when atop the table. She was sitting on it, and he could see she seemed to have fallen asleep herself reading a magazine, judging for the rather uncomfortable looking angle of her neck, head drooping to one side, closed eyes and a corner of papers he could see atop her thigh. Was she waiting for him to wake up?

Her very naked breasts and abdomen also gave him pause. Pivoting on his ass as he was seated, his suspicions proven true. Her crotch was also very naked. As if in a trance, he got up and walked closer to her exposed sex.

He looked up self-consciously. She was still asleep, and from this angle he could not even see her eyes, but the underside of her boobs rose and fell gently with the cadence of sleep echoed by her breathing. His gaze descended again to her crotch, which he could now see in full glory.

Her downy buttocks, flattened against the couch’s seat, met in the middle forming a crack that continued upwards into her vulva, a most becoming location formed by two twin plush pads flanking her slit. Laying back a little as she was, Lucas was a bit low, his head only slightly clearing the level of her pussy hole, which was not visible, as her slightly prominent inner labia were stuck together.

Lucas had always had a thing for vulvas and now he had the mother of them at his disposal to examine as brazenly as he wanted, less than five feet away. He took in, unhurriedly, the amazing sight.  Her inner labia were delicate rubbery flaps, intricately textured, stuck close against each other and shining with a sheen of moisture, most evident at Lucas’ eye level, in the lower commissure of her pussy, where her love canal, which position though unseen, could be deduced by the additional wetness.

Her labia flared outwards from their upper meeting point, where her currently ping-pong sized clit peeked slightly from above and woefully out of reach. Melina suddenly gave a deep sigh and her ass changed position a bit, the movement of her thighs eliciting mesmerizing ripples and quivers on her intimate parts, and sending off even more of Melina’s womanly musk, which engulfed Lucas.

Melina’s vagina was calling for Lucas. He could not wait to explore there, but he was quite leery of touching her anywhere whilst she was asleep. If she was startled, she could crush him with her legs, squish him with her fingers or send him flying off the couch with a mere flick of her hand without even waking up completely. Trapped as he was between her body and the couch’s edge, where a five-meter drop awaited him, he was stuck there until she stirred out of her slumber.

Almost as if reading his thoughts, Melina sighed again and then straightened herself. Amazed, Lucas heard her neck crack and the grunt of pain Melina gave as she recovered from the uncomfortable position she had dozed in. Lucas looked up just in time to see the dazed giant face first look around and then down at him, eyes widening as they locked with his. Then the brightest and biggest smile he had seen in his life beamed from above. 

Melina was delighted to see Lucas just where she wanted him, and like she wanted him, eager and ready to play. She was also determined to take the chance to start working on improving their communication, as she was as eager to be able to converse with her lover as she was to have sex with him.

When she had left Lucas earlier, Melina dressed and went out to get some more food and drink for them both (for later). She returned to find Lucas still asleep. She carefully undressed and sat on the couch positioning him between her thighs, hopefully surprising him and giving him a not-so-subtle hint that she hoped to engage in further cavorting.

However, he remained asleep and the impatient Melina had to reach for a hotel magazine to pass the time while he stirred. The warmth of the day made her doze without realizing. Finding her little man finally on his feet was a great awakening gift, if paid with a crick on the neck from her head hanging loose at an awkward angle while dozing.

She was indeed a little self-conscious of having him down there in front of her avid cunt, which now positively thumped with the anticipation of being fondled. Before she lost her nerve, she lifted her left foot off the floor and set it on the couch, heel against her buttock, left hand provocatively on her knee, thus spreading herself even more; she could see how his eyes widened even more as they fixed, unbidden, on the changes and flexes in her intimate folds as she moved her leg.

Melina was a little disappointed to see Lucas’s head and hands would not reach her clit if she remained in this position; he was too little for that. Lucas was also so captivated by the wanton exhibition of her sex that he seemingly was frozen in place. Looks like he will need some encouragement, or instructions… so instructions he will have, by my word.

****

Lucas snapped out of his pussy-gazing and looked up with a decidedly mischievous smile but made no move. Melina then continued with her plan. Smiling coyly, she slowly slid a hand down her abdomen towards her crotch, Lucas following her every move. But instead of fondling herself (she wanted him to do the fondling), she simply pointed at her vagina and he hear her said:

“Tchimba”.

Then she reached down and playfully tapped his already erect member and said:

“Tchimbo”

Lucas bursted in good-natured laughter, clearly in sync with her mood and eager to increase his alien vocabulary. With an ever-widening grin, she pointed at one of her breasts and said:

“Putsheka”. Then she pointed to the other tit and said: “Putsheka”. Then she pointed at both of them at once and said “Putshekin”. Finally she pointed at her mouth: “Paku” and stuck out her tongue: “Zetsu”.

Lucas then parroted all her movements, repeating the words, boasting of his good memory, and he went a step further by holding out his hands. Melina added the right word: “Shu”. Lucas wriggled his fingers: “Shi”.  Then more pointing and pantomime for the words for “open”, “close”, “legs”, “ass”, “clit”, etc., with much mutual laughter. They continued for a bit establishing more of the common ground they would need to enjoy more of each other…

****

When Melina had enough of playing the language teacher, she laid back and then slowly but relentlessly closed her thighs, briefly trapping a bemused Lucas between tons of fragant and pliable female flesh. She giggled both with amusement and ticklish as he watched his bewildered face, looking around and his hands pressing back against her in a completely futile attempt to hold her legs open. Soon only his face, looking overwhelmed, peeked up at her from her very slight thigh gap, his limbs completely pinned. His warm, firm body squirming against her intimate folds was exceedingly stimulating. Never to be outdone, Lucas bent his head and tickled her slit with his hair, making her squirm in delight. Not wanting to overdo it, she soon spread her legs anew, freeing him.

But immediately she reached down and lovingly pushed on Lucas’ shoulders with her extended index and middle fingers, encouraging him to get closer to her nethers. He did not have to be told twice and approached her. But he clearly was not going to just play along. Lucas ran his fingers along the edge of one of her inner, protruding pussylips, provoking a moan and a twitch. A glob of clear, but thick juice as big as his fist had teemed from inside her and was slowly running down her taint in an undeniable show of arousal. Lucas scooped it with his hand and continued to caress her labia, Melina’s ragged gasps and trembling thighs betraying her delight and approval at his touch.

Then Lucas hit a snag. As he tried to pry her labia open for further caresses, he realized, astonished, that it was a task above his strength. Her apparently pliant vulva was deceptively firm, resisting any effort he made to reveal more of her secrets, even with Melina’s legs mildly spread. She was also now so slick and slimy that the task was doubly difficult. Understanding with some chagrin that he would need some help, he used his limited word pool to indicate her to use her hands to open herself more on her own to allow him access. Reaching down and from the sides, she got her fingers close to her sex from the sides of her buttocks and demurely peeled herself open.

Melina could not hold back a grunt of utter pleasure as she soon felt something, she was not sure what as, having her eyes closed, could only feel lightly tickling her down there, at her very core, like her body was being set on fire from below, igniting her lower belly and nipples with an inner, unremitting heat.

****

Finally, Lucas was in front of his fully revealed holy grail. The sight of Melina’s long and graceful fingers grasping at her folds to open herself, wet squishy sounds as untold amounts of flesh was pried apart, with accompanying heavy breathing coming from above, was like to unman him into a beast of pure lust. Her vulva was positively blooming, her petal-like creases and fleshy pleats visibly puffing up by the second, becoming redder and redder, hotter and hotter as blood filled them, summoned by arousal.

Lucas could only stare with amazement at the tree-like giant appendages delving deftly into her folds and the thus newly revealed threshold. Her vaginal opening was, thankfully, open. Lucas was more than a little afraid of having a thick, intact hymen blocking the way and he was not sure his puny strength would be able to overcome the barrier without some tools. Her entrance, however, was surprisingly small and surprisingly active. 

Thin strings of sticky fluids still connected Melina’s fingertips and fingernails from where she had touched her inner, moist folds. In between, a tight ring of pink, glistening flesh was pulsing ominously before Lucas’s eyes at chest height. Supporting himself against one of Melina’s fingernails with his left hand, with the right he leaned in and tenderly, he stroked the pulsing orifice, its unsettlingly dark depths already brimming with clear, thick fluid evident with the ponderous contractions, her aroma now almost overwhelming. As he feared, Melina did not react. Unlike her clit, her vagina needed rougher stimulation to be even felt… he hoped he was up to the task.

Tentatively, he made a fist and pushed it slowly inside her until he was up to his elbow into the giant woman. Her pussy reacted by clamping noticeably but softly, and a low grunt of approval was heard from above. Then Lucas, his hand inside, pushed his arm up to the armpit, spread his fingers and started stroking what he could reach, while wriggling his shoulders and head into the giant slit to go deeper into her, trying to favor the “roof” of the canal, but he could not reach, nor feel, that slightly rougher patch of tissue that betrayed that most sensitive of vaginal locations, and unsure if Melina actually had it, or if he could reach it without going deeper.

Deeper. Could… should he do it? And how? Lucas realized, with trepidation, that the fleshy passage he was only at the brink of was probably deeper than he was tall, with muscles very capable of overcoming his greatest efforts, and thus very capable of reducing him to a bloody pulp in throes Melina could not hold back consciously. In the previous session he only concerned himself with her clit, but now he realized that his paltry arm was thinner than Melina’s pinky finger and most inadequate to fully satisfy her.  She needed, deserved more… as he thought this, he kept stroking and soon a shadow fell over him as Melina leaned forward, her hips buckling slightly. He was literally brought to his knees as her pussy hole was lowered with his arm still inside it. Looking up, he saw her taut abdomen and hanging giant tits quivering above him. She had apparently sat up, leaning forward to put her elbows over her knees to best enjoy Lucas tender caresses.

Conscious that he must act quickly to not ruin the mood, and the fantastic opportunity he was handed by destiny, he decided he was going to make the giant girl come or die trying. It was his duty as a man, probably the only man ever to be tasked with such a lofty goal.

Fortunately, her new position had brought her clit within reach. Before tackling it, marveled, he ran his hands over what he could grasp of the last reaches of her pubes, over her slit. He stroked in awe the thick, two-foot-long hairs, evoking a shudder on the enormous female. The presence of her bush, even if heavily trimmed, was a stark reminder of her potent, ripe sexuality and willing nakedness before him, more so than a full shaven pussy could ever have been. The disparity on the two lover’s sizes, which presented Lucas with what was a full-time close-up view of every part of Melina’s colossal body, was a more intimate experience of womanhood itself than any man could ever hope to experience if his partner were the same size as him. Indeed, that made her nudity more intense, rawer, and therefore, in a maddeningly wanton way, more voyeuristic, like some wickedly delicious transgression that gave intercourse a tang of things forbidden and therefore, making it more desirable.

In a maneuver worthy of a yoga guru, he withdrew his arm from her pussy and lightly but a little forcefully ran his fingers over the distended fleshy knob while, at the same time tickling and pushing on the lower edge of her pussy hole with his foot, almost standing on it. He was rewarded by a deafening and protracted, throaty womanly moan that made his chest almost ache with vibration. With her heavy breathing working like titanic bellows above him, Lucas grinned and grabbed her clit with both hands, and started to squeeze it and jerk it roughly left and right with a steady, strong rhythm. Then his mouth and tongue joined in…

****

Melina had sat up, unable to just lay there taking it, but had to lean forward and rest her arms on her things to hold her hips into bucking too much and hurting Lucas. Her little man was doing everything right, and she felt her cunt flare with desire as she felt something tickling her down there, her hips taking a life of their own and so hot that she would not have been surprised if she saw flames coming from between her legs. It felt very good, but that only made her almost ready to scream for more. Suddenly, something was scraping lightly at her insides, in a way she had never been touched before by her or anyone else.

She winced with longing as the wonderful sensation momentarily subsided and the electric touch of Lucas hands and mouth started stimulating her clit and a very nice tickling, lower than that. The moan that escaped her lips made her suddenly self-conscious of being overheard in the hall or in the bungalows near hers. But now her neglected vagina was way past whispering and was now positively squealing with need… she felt as if a void was ballooning in her lower belly, inside her, an almost painful, bottomless hollowness she had felt simmering before, but never so forceful. She bent her head to see what Lucas was doing but his body was in the way of the action.

Then she realized, with startling clarity, that she was aching to be filled. Her vagina was pulsing in a now undeniable tempo, starved of being stuffed full of manhood.

***

The noises Melina was making had Lucas in a frenzy, taking an urgent, pleading tenor. His leg was now calf-deep in her hole, which was compressing it and trying to suck it inside, with slurping, wet sounds. He had a throbbing, raging and dripping hard on that he had nowhere to put in. Her juices were leaking out of her with each pulse and contraction of her cunt hole. Abruptly, he was on his knees lapping at the source, tasting woman, feeling with his tongue at the ragged, soft edges of her entrance, and before he could even think, he had slipped his whole head inside her, trying to taste her from the inside.

Melina’s reaction to this first penetration was staggering. Lucas heard from afar a beseeching womanly whimper, disconcerting in its magnitude and in the primal quality of her sanction of rut. The sphincter of her snatch raveningly hugged his head, pulsing lovingly around it, struggling to hold it and draw it deeper.  Almost as if on a trance, his arm shot forward and up, trying to widen the canal; then his other arm joined it, and then he was chest-deep in pussy, probably for the first time in history for a grown man like him, a crazy corner of his mind whispered. His legs pushed on the sofa unbidden and then he was in all the way he could manage, her inner walls distending welcomingly to accommodate him.

***

When Melina felt something go inside, she almost cried out loud with utter pleasure. I did not know it could be THIS good! And then it got better. Her breath caught as her vagina suddenly was lightly pried apart and a pure missile of concentrated gratification entered her. Finally she understood why women talked of being satisfied with sex acts, something she could never really comprehend. Lucas warm, firm, wriggling body felt so right, crawling inside her.

Melina laid back and looked down… and saw the incredible sight of Lucas tanned, thick legs and tight ass sticking out of her pussy, kicking wildly around. She winced, gritting her teeth as uncontrollable desire shot through her, and yet she found she needed even more and more, feeling the frantic struggles of the little man’s body in her pussy. She grabbed and squeezed her breasts feeling as if she was falling of a cliff, as if she was going to pass out. If she thought her cunt was warm before, now it was really in fire, twitching and making her desperate, as if she was losing her mind. She had both the irresistible urge of spreading her legs as far as they would go and to push on Lucas all the way in.

The most incredible sensation then gripped her. Her nethers spasmed violently and unexpectedly, her head was dizzy, making her feel as if she was falling backwards on an abyss, and loving it. Bewildered, nipples tingling like they were going to fall off, she felt as if she was going to pee herself, as her clit, vagina and even deeper inside her twanged fiercely, and she was barely conscious that her cunt’s contractions had shot Lucas out of her. Ah, ah, ahhhhhhh!!!!! she could only mutter, being scarcely able to clamp her hands over her mouth to choke her wails of gratification as her first complete orgasm overcame her in a crescendo of feeling. Melina made a truly superhuman effort not to clamp her thighs together and barely avoided crushing the tiny male, only achieving it by spreading her thighs and planting her feet on the ground, hips rearing uncontrollably, immodestly back and forth. Satisfaction indeed… she managed to think through a daze.

In the couch, Lucas lay also in his own daze, on his back between the titaness thighs. Just a few seconds ago he was worried he was going to suffocate in a lifetime supply of pussy. Once he was up to his waist in, he realized, too late, that he had no traction nor purchase as his arms were completely pinned by the terrifically hot, terrifically wet and terrifically strong, mightily rippling vaginal walls, hugging him from all sides and trying to suck him in deeper; he had no air either. He kicked and thrashed, hoping against hope that Melina realized that he was in over his head and pulled him out, but she was too lost in the pleasure Lucas was providing to notice.

Finally, he thought of contorting his legs forward, so he could plant his feet on each side of her soft vulvar flesh and push. He managed to slip out a little when a potent contraction spit him out, along with a good dollop of womanly slime, and he landed on his ass, unharmed but dizzy. The very loud, throaty moans and uncontrolled bounding of the giant woman’s hips was enough incentive to drag himself backwards on his elbows, until he was almost at the edge of the couch, already creaking with exertion.

And now, as he wiped literally liters of pussy juice to his face and hair, he was treated to a cinema sized view of an animated version of that infamous tableau “The origin of the world”. Melina’s colossal, shapely ass had finally settled on the couch. Sha had sat back, her thighs spread wide apart, trembling, and he stared, wide eyed, at the overbearing presence of his lover’s enormous, pulsating cunt.

If he thought her vulva was in blossom before, now he reflected that it looked like an obscenely big hibiscus bloom, luxuriant in an unabashed display of womanhood.  Her labia were glistening with her juices, her taint, anus and pussy hole rippling in subsiding contractions, as her Ahh…. Ahhhhh whimpers got less keening and breathier.

He watched in amazement also at her bloated clit, now the size of a baseball, scarlet red, sinking into its hood and resurfacing with each throb of post-orgasmic bliss. Lucas found himself still hard as a rail, desperate to fuck what he was seeing, but not knowing even where to begin. Movement from above caught his eye. Melina’s was looking down at him in a happy stupor, flushed up to her breasts, which heaving, and quivering inflamed more, if possible, Lucas’s loins and need for… for her. A hand to her chest, and another in her thigh, she muttered lovingly at him, panting.

“Kedishikatta zu, Lucas-ingo, chuude mata hameti, hameti, tudomu kedishichimboingo saiwai zu naa?

Then he was startled as her giant hand descended for him, fingers splayed apart to grab him, and yet he longed for her touch, almost ready to explode just by looking at her, open wide before him.

*****

As her reason and breath returned, Melina had been really worried Lucas would not have been able to breathe inside her wet love tunnel, even now rippling with desire, but she needed to calm herself a bit before she felt sure she would be able to handle him with her feverish hands without breaking him. Not in the wildest imaginations nor in the tales her friends and coworkers told, as women often do, much more than men, in brazen and detailed confession of their intimate encounters, would she have guessed what ecstasy Lucas would be able to bring about. She opened her eyes to find him not scared, and apparently unharmed, but dazzled by her crotch, and in an amazing feedback, it pulsated with rekindling ardor when she realized Lucas was still erect, his stiff, reddened little member clearly visible as he sat there, watching her hungry slit. She decided to return the favor and return where she had left when he was still asleep. Making a mental note of being more careful with him, she waited for him to meet her eye, and when he did, smiling, she said:

“That was SO good, dear little Lucas. I already want you back in, back in, but let’s make your nice dick happy first, shall we?

Then she grabbed him.

Lucas’s stomach lurched as he found himself shooting upwards several meters into the air. Good thing he was a pilot, because any other man might have lost his lunch right there. He was wrapped shoulder to ankles in Melina’s slender fist, his arms again pinned to his sides. Her fingers had plucked him off the couch so quickly and so dexterously he could not even react. Melina was much faster than Lucas would ever have thought possible for such an enormous being. Her grasp was perfect: he was not being squeezed too much nor was he thinking she would drop him. The giant woman had gotten much more confident in handling him now that she knew (or thought) that Lucas was not made of spiderwebs and eggshells.

But I might as well be. He was more than a little apprehensive as the prodigious strength of the giantess manifested itself in the most mundane and humbling ways. Just minutes ago, he had been trapped in the softest, most delicate part of Melina’s body, which now he knew was far stronger than him. It was obvious that he could easily be killed or be maimed or break several bones if he was not careful around her and took especial care to remind Melina, every once in a while, that he was not shatterproof.

And now she had him completely defenseless and unable to make the simplest hand gesture to warn her he was being hurt. Lucas was utterly captive by dainty, feminine fingers, each of which would easily win a tugging contest with a Toyota SUV by itself. And it seemed Melina wanted him just that way, unable to interfere with what she had planned. He waited with a mixture of excitement and trepidation as he kind of caught the word for “cock” in her latest sentence.

His ascension ended in front (and very close) to Melina’s mouth. As he approached it, on the way up, he was pretty sure her smile was tending towards a leer, and then this was confirmed as she bit her lower lip askew in anticipation in an incredible sexy gesture. Being desired by such a goddess was such a thrill! And then the thrill increased a hundredfold as her head inclined slightly and the giant girl’s lips engulfed his whole face in a delicate kiss.

It was just a peck, but it was exhilarating, indescribable to be pressed against such moist, warm and infinite soft flesh, caressing him with the utmost care, and yet pressing, exploring him. Several pecks followed, becoming slowly more urgent and bolder, adding some delicate suction, her thumb moving to behind his head to gently support it against the pressure of her lips. They then pressed against his face and moved sideways back and forth slightly, exploring his features. Her saliva was fragrant, thick, pungent and sweet, but not slobbery, simply a coat of moisture on her lips, and he responded in kind to her attention my nuzzling his face against her, drinking her in.

When he felt the tip of her tongue gently come forth a bit amidst the next kiss, probing him, his penis twitched and almost exploded right there, and Melina felt it, as she slyly had the pad of her ring finger against it, and she lovingly pressed against his cock lovingly, acknowledging his throbbing arousal. Her head or her fist retreated a little and he could see her smiling mouth, shining with mischief as her lips parted and her tongue extended.

Nimbly, Melina pattered Lucas’ Face lightly with the sensitive underside of her tongue tip, delighting in feeling his nose, chin, incredibly delicate (to her) eyelashes, the trembling eyeballs under his closed eyelids, his brow… and his mouth, which opened, futilely trying to take in all of her that he could. She moaned in pleasure when she felt the subtle edges of his teeth and the tantalizing edges of his lips, as the little man’s mouth opened wide and sucked, licked mightily at her snaking tongue. Melina opened her mouth accordingly, and tilting her head back, slipped her whole tongue out, groaning with lust and relish.

Lucas wanted to be drowned by her tongue, as he was treated to the most intense kiss of his entire life. He sucked at her tongue, licked it, drank her in, glimpsing at intervals her white teeth, the overwhelming intensity of Melina’s tongue, the dark depths of her cavernous mouth, and her breath washed over him as she opened her mouth wide and her moans made his ribs thrum. He himself was moaning, crazy with need.

Unexpectedly, her mouth receded as her fist opened, only her middle finger pressing against his chest, securing him… as her other hand pinched his feet delicately and pulled him down her palm. Then her fist closed again around his torso and head, leaving him in darkness, baffled… he felt ridiculous, his legs and ass in the air, kicking involuntarily, trying to find purchase but it was nowhere to be found.

But he was not stymied for long. A groan of unqualified passion escaped him when he felt Melina’s tongue tip returning to wiggle against his exposed, raging erection, exploring it from his balls to his cock’s head, pressing it against his abdomen, and soon finding and wriggling against the delicate valley of his frenulum in wanton exploration, making him convulse and pump his hips against her. Then the moist, welcoming circle of a giant woman’s lips pushed against his prick, and the underside of his cock’s head continued to be teased while the lips tightened slightly to best feel the thumps of his engorged member pumping in and out.

The awesome combination of warm, pressing moisture, her tongue rasping against him and the feel of the skin of her infinitely soft face against his legs soon made him explode in her mouth with a grunt, echoed by Melina, who pulled back and kept lightly lapping at his spent member, and soon, still in darkness, he felt her moistened index and thumb lightly grasping his cock, rolling and pressing, not wanting to miss feeling every waning shudder of his satisfied manhood.

After Lucas exploded inside her mouth, Melina grunted in exhilaration, feeling the elasticity of the little throbbing member in her lips, and the slightly salty discharge it had released. Oh my Gods, I cannot have enough of this, I cannot have enough of him!!!  She pulled back a little, savoring every shudder and twitch of his manhood with her tongue, delighting in sliding it around, even as Luca’s grew slightly soft, making it possible to play around with his prick more. It feels so good, so alive! She marveled as it slithered wetly under her ravenous tongue. I want to see him burst again. She still did not realize that unlike her, which was already very much ready for the next round, men needed some time to recharge. She was, however, much ready to shove him inside her again by now.

Lucas by now still had not recovered, laying limp and panting in her fist. She pulled back a little more and, after moistening her fingertips, brought her lover close to her eyes and delicately grabbed his now limp cock. As Lucas kept panting, and moaning, thinking he might need more air, she opened her fist, holding him only with her middle finger against his abdomen for safety.

****

When Melina opened her fist, Lucas found himself quite close to her eyes again. He also saw (and felt) she was daintily fondling his prick with amazing tenderness, looking at it hungrily as she bit her lower lip twistedly in an unfairly sexy mien. Her large fingers tugged at him avidly, as he thought of how unreal the scene of watching those large, womanly appendages handle his member was, a member which was much smaller than them. Suddenly she took her eyes of her handiwork and locked eyes with him, without letting go of his penis, stroking it while smiling wickedly when she saw him looking at her touching him there. She was clearly ready for more play. Lucas in turn grabbed the finger he was pressing against his abdomen to keep him safe in her palm and ran his fingers along the edges of her fingernail and finger pad, amazed at the textures of her horn-like nail, tough and yet feminine and well-cared for (not overly long, though) and the ridges of her fingertip.

Then she stood up, turned to face the couch and started to lower him. He passed her amazing breasts and he looked down to see Melina had only one foot on the ground. Her other leg was bent, with the foot on the couch.  Soon he was level with her pussy, and then even lower. He watched in concern as then her fist (and him on board) started to ascend slowly anew, getting closer to her snatch. Looking up from the cane-like perch, he glimpsed his extended, shapely arm lowered to her crotch, and up close, her still enflamed labia and equally swollen clit, her bristling pussy fur, and beyond and between, her taut tummy, her tits, sticking out of her chest mind-bogglingly far out, jiggling with anticipation with her every move. And even beyond that, her downturned face, eyes, glassy with desire, but nevertheless much fixed on him with disquieting purpose.

****

As soon as Melina locked eyes with Lucas, she smiled when he saw his leisurely expression of pleasure, trust and desire while she continued to fondle him, and his penis (and body) twitched unbidden in her hand. But then reality reasserted itself when she felt a familiar pressure below. She needed to pee. Remembering the unsettling sensation she had just minutes ago when Lucas made her climax, she decided to heed nature’s call, as she wanted to make completely sure she was not going to drench her little guy in urine again. She turned to face the couch and then, having a wayward and naughty impulse, she put one foot on the couch, and lowered Lucas slowly, feeling a twang of need when he was at nipple level (how I want to rub his thingy there now) and then she kept lowering him until he was below her crotch, barely suppressing a giggle as he, predictably, stared slack-jawed at her pussy. Seeing this, she got him a little closer, being rewarded by Lucas looking up, wide eyed. Not wanting to take her little joke too far, she then resumed lowering him until he was on the floor. Then, she turned to her duffle bag and bent over to rummage in it, extracting a little flask.

****

Lucas watched with some relief that she did not really want to just plunge him into her pussy headfirst, and she was only teasing. Smiling crookedly, he acknowledged the fact that she thought to do it like that clearly brought to mind the fact that she had thought of doing it… he loved girls with dirty minds! But no, after her tantalizing encounter with her cunt, she smiled at him apologetically and then he soon found himself being released on the floor below her body. He looked up to see her long leg on the ground, the other on the couch and her shamelessly displayed twat above. She bent over the couch and he was again thankful and astounded at the way his small size made him privy to sexy details as her pussy folds above were sliding against each other, spreading, closing and rippling with the movements of her splayed thighs when she bowed.

Loud scraping sounds from what he guessed was her looking for something in her bag, and then she straightened up, and carefully pivoted on her heel on the ground, with her bent leg on the air while looking at him to make sure of his position. Then both of her feet were on the ground, her back to him, and she playfully waved at him while looking over her shoulder as she strolled to the door he still had not seen open, while saying:

“Lucas, shikko zu...”

He could only watch in amazement as her stunning ass jiggled and swayed coquettishly as she sashayed to the door, long hair swinging, while feeling how each of her dainty footsteps made the ground tremble slightly under his naked soles. In Portuguese the word for “statuesque” is escultural, and he surely thought she looked like a sculpture of a goddess…  my goddess… come to life. What did she have in mind? What could be in that room?

This became rather obvious as she opened the door wide, stepped in without closing it and casually squatted down on her tiptoes, looking down at something. Lucas watched open-mouthed at her lovely spread buttocks, lovely waist and lovely back as the sound of a veritable waterfall was abruptly heard. Then he turned away, to give her some privacy.