”I want sandals,” Tara said for what might have been the hundredth time.
“Yes, we’ll get them.” Sev wasn’t sure what was better, lying to her now
to avoid her irritating complaints, or tell her the truth at the summer
festival itself and cause a scene there. It seemed to be headed for the latter,
as Sev agreed to anything to cease her nagging. And he’d also reached the
conclusion that causing a scene at the festival was near unavoidable regardless,
considering his two companions’ lowly intellect, which left much to be desired.
“And I want pretty ones,” Tara went on, her few missing teeth visible
when she stupidly smiled. “The glittering ones, like princesses have.”
“You won’t need no glitter to be a princess, my sweet,” Rocky said. He
spoke from Tara’s right shoulder while Sev sat on her left, sitting on a
saddle-like installment connected to a stiff necklace around her neck.
“You’re too sweet, Rocky-Boo,” Tara said, leaning towards him to receive
a tiny kiss on her enormous cheek. If the romance were ignored, one might have
thought the two of them were siblings considering how alike they were. But Sev
was the one brothered to the boneheaded Rocky, a long and sturdy man with a
slouched posture, big mouth, and a lazy right eye. His hair was dark and cut
like a bowl, the same hue Sev had for his ponytail and goatee.
“Alright you two, let’s get moving.”
Tara marched on, her large feet clapping the road. It was hardpacked
soil, but her long toes and chunky ball left an impression regardless. The path
they were on, less populated, was beginning to see other people ahead. Where
the roads merged, a herald shouted directions, pointing down the central thoroughfare.
From the seventy-foot vantage point of Tara’s shoulders, Sev espied the
beginning of the town over the smaller ridges. However, Tara had stopped
moving.
“What’s wrong?” His seat jumped up as Tara shrugged.
“Uhm, I know you’ll be mad, Sev, but I have to go first.”
In possibly the least subtle signal Sev had seen so far, Rocky clicked
his tongue and blinked at her from the other shoulder.
“Oh, and Rocky’s got to go too. Our stomach hurts. We’ll come soon,
okay?”
Sev held up a hand. “Oh no, I don’t think so. You had your turn just
this night, with the Tinkerer even.”
“Boo,” Rocky heckled, hands cupping his mouth. “Brother’s boring.”
“Someone’s got to be the goddamn adult here,” Sev said. “Now put me
down, I’ll go and talk to the man, see how accommodated the festival is for
giants. Wait right here.”
Tara put two fingers around his waist, slid him out of his saddle,
lowered him all the way down, and put him astride her left foot. In contrast to
her thin stature, Tara’s feet were rather large, the toes long and spindly
until the ends where they rounded out well. The toes curled their long length in,
yellowing from pressure as their size amassed.
Sev snapped out of it, not letting them steal his attention. He had to
fight his weakness. Closing his legs together, he rolled off her foot. Tara’s
long legs towered over him. All she wore was a scant, green frock ending at her
upper thighs and leaving her arms bare. If he peered closely enough right
underneath her, he’d see her womanhood.
Sev scurried out from between her feet, making his way down the path.
“Go then, Mr. Serious,” Rocky hollered on from her shoulder, hanging off
Tara’s braided pigtails like a monkey from a thick tree branch.
“We’ll wait for you here, Mr. Adult,” Tara added, sticking out her
tongue as a genuine attempt at mocking him.
“Fools.” Sev could at least be happy in seeing a town. The annual summer
festival in Minn was popular, and he thought it well to separate from the two
and have some time of his own there.
At the confluence of roads, Sev asked the directing man all the
necessary questions. Fortunately, the festival was well optimized for giants,
even though few giants visited. With that, Sev returned to where he’d left the
two. Though even from afar, peering through the few treetops, he noticed they
weren’t there. The spot he ran back to was empty. A giant wouldn’t be difficult
to find if she were indeed here.
Sev spat. “Are you kidding me?” For a moment, he considered simply going
to the festival alone. But Tara carried the money, along with all their
belongings. Off the roadside, those enormous steps made clear footprints on the
short, soft grass. Sev jogged after them. A clear heel, a faded middle where
her arches avoided the ground aside from a line along the outer portion, and
then the clear ball spearheaded by five well-distinguished toes, diminishing in
size from big to little toe in a perfectly curved arch; why did her feet have
to be so pretty? It was Sev’s biggest bane.
The footsteps traced the hills, which together formed a cupped elevation
near the town of Minn. Through the few trees, Sev could already see Tara, the
trail not needed. He was surprised for a second when he saw Tara lying down,
masturbating with Rocky’s body. Only a second, for then Sev’s experience kicked
in, and all the surprise was gone.
Tara’s green frock had been pulled up to free her middle, her left leg
kicked forward, her right leg drawn back and elevated atop a cliff-like
protrusion coming off the hill. It freed up enough space between her legs that her
pussy could happily receive Rocky’s body. Holding him by the ankles, Tara ran
Rocky in and out, a slick squish upon every entry and exit. As one-sided as the
affair seemed for someone unfamiliar with their relationship, Rocky enthusiastically
agreed to it every time she asked.
Sev didn’t find it in him to try and interrupt it. If he hadn’t
convinced them at the calm waters of the road, he’d have no chance now that
they were in the midst of this fiery tide. Tara’s head was drawn down from
where she lay. Sev was in her line of sight, and he waved a hand for an
uncommitted attempt at calling her. Her eyes were more than half closed, head
bobbing about with her mouth stupidly open. It looked as if she’d just been hit
on the head and fallen down in half a seizure.
That left foot, empty, dirty, it was calling for him. By mere
happenstance, it was the part of her body nearest to him as he entered the
scene by the hills, as if presented for him.
“Ah, whatever.” What purpose did it serve not to do it? Sev marched to
her left foot and surrendered. He had to hold the big toe, for her constant
half-thrusts into Rocky’s body while she plunged him in and out made her body
shake, and at her foot the movement resulted into a small jostle. Sev held the
big toe steady and bit a large chunk with his mouth. His cheeks caved in as he
sucked. A layer of dirt from the travel lay between him and his pleasure, but
once he sucked that out of the way, her peachy flesh awaited. The pale toe nub
was creamy, it yielded so well when Sev sucked that his cheeks puffed out, his
mouth stuffed with the irresistible treat. Yet it was equally gummy, returning
that bit of resistance when he chewed that it felt therapeutic for his jaws, resulting
in a spellbinding rhythm.
Tara didn’t open her eye or speak a word in response. The toes curled in
to grasp Sev’s body and smush his face, but it was mere reflex. Even though his
lips on her feet contributed to her pleasure, the acknowledgement went mostly
to Rocky. In some ways, it made Sev more pathetic. Although Sev was their
ambassador in conversation, making their decisions, navigating their way
forward and handling business, he was at the bottom right here. In every other
instance, the two of them needed Sev far more than Sev needed them. But Sev’s
manhood needed her feet, and for something that could only be described as
weakness, his manhood had authority over his mind. Here, he proved it. Here and
in all its similar situations, Sev took the role of a leech latching onto this
machine of lovemaking, trying to sap a few droplets of it for himself and his
pitiful existence. In this domain he turned himself into the ultimate loser.
Rocky’s slide through her pussy became more slippery, squelching, as her
liquids were richly produced in that loving canal. Sev’s affair at her toes
certainly added to it. After making out with her big toe enough that it was so
clean, comparisons between it and its right counterpart could demonstrate the
before-and-after potency of a proper cleaning service, Sev moved down to her
other toes. While also round and well-shaped, they didn’t have the same
independent character as her large, dexterous big toe, and he spent the same
time across all four as he did with the big toe alone. The toes would curl in
sometimes, slamming his body into the ball of her foot, and his manhood took a
collateral hit. It was rock hard in his trousers.
Sev fought his trousers off to not make a mess in them. Before he could
get back to his routine, Tara’s moans peaked. Her tongue hung out of her mouth
like a dog’s, a dark, stupid groan grinding its way out as she slammed Rocky in
and out of her with greater speed and strength. The toes clenched around Sev’s
body, the big toe smushing his face while the third and fourth squeezed his
manhood. He tried to contain it, but moaned as he shot his seed out. The tiny
drizzle he made was met with a geyser as Tara’s squirt found her left foot, and
poor Sev who was held captive by it. He grimaced his face shut, and in the
sober aftermath of orgasm, could only regret his decision from the captivity of
her toes as he stared up her bare leg at a pink mouth vomiting out its love.
It took half a minute, but her toes relaxed and set him free as half of
Rocky’s body was left hanging out of her pussy. Tara breathed rapidly with a
dreamy smile.
Sev panted. His coat and hair were completely soaked. So much for taking
off his pants beforehand.
“Sorry, Sev,” Tara said quietly, as half an eye acknowledged his
existence. “Rocky was saying nice things to me, and then I had to go. But it
looks like you also had to go, Mr. Serious.”
Sev sighed. The
dunces had won this battle. “Yeah. Whatever. Get up and get ready. Let’s find a
river and clean ourselves before we go in.”