The rhythmic
shifting of the giantess’s thighs, and the sweltering heat from within her
soaking underwear had served as a sensual lullaby for John, rocking him into an
almost trance-like state of servitude. He cared very little for where she was
going, or how he might return to normal size, as he had found a new object of
worship and affection. A familiar feeling of weightlessness was the only thing
that could yank him back into conscious thought.

Doing his
best to pull his slippery face away from her sensitive skin, the panty prisoner
could feel that Annie had sat down once again, but much differently than the
last time. For one thing, there was a great deal more light, and he could make
a lot more sense of his precarious environment. Glancing upward John could just
see light piercing into his newfound monastery of feminine worship. The
sky-like canopy of the giantess’s light blue dress had been removed, allowing
him to survey the forest around him. Annie’s pubes had darkened a few shades as
they accrued the moisture of sweat, flushed skin, and what John could only call
cum – the clear fluid had an intense aroma, a musk of filled his every nerve
with excitement. The one downside was having his movement restricted by such
sticky cream. He did his best to keep his torso and head dry by pulling upward
on his unaware captor’s unkempt bush. The only thing blocking the light of his
view of Annie’s pearly gates was her swollen clit, which jutted outward, standing
at and looking for attention. It had grown from the size of a couch to a car,
and the bigger it got the wetter things were down below.

While
surveying his surroundings, the young man turned disciple noticed that the
fabric of the gargantuan panties he was in was being pulled downward toward him.
As the blonde spread her legs further apart, the underwear pulled taught against
her quivering lips, matting the forest down, and pressing down in just the right
places.

Fearing that
he’d be pushed downwards into unknown depths, John quickly yanked himself
upward, kicking and pushing with his legs, trying to stay out of the way of the
hungry looking love hole below.

“Hhhhhhmmmmmm
OOOOOOOH YEEEEAAAHH, TTTHHIISSSS ISSSS GGGGGOOOINNNGG TOOOO BEEEE AAA LOOOOOOTT
OF FFFFUUUNNNN.”

Far up above
the goddess’s voice seemed to echo, deep, rich, and sultry. Not a moment later the
clouds seemed to part and the heaven’s opened as a manicured hand of titanic
proportions entered the confines of the panties. Moments before impact, John glanced
heavenward to see that angelic face he had known for so long, blown up and far
away, but still that same beautiful girl.

“Annie” he
whispered, almost as if in prayer. “I’m down here.”

The church girl
turned goddess could be seen biting her lower lip, the lips he had almost
kissed that night they had danced. He remembered the way she had looked up at
him, blue eyes shining in the darkness. But now her eyes were glazed over, unfocused
as they stared down into the depths of her underwear. He didn’t have to be a
detective to know she had no clue he was down there. All he knew, as the
panties stretched further open and the monolithic fingers pass overhead, was
that he was about to witness something divine.

With that
thought, the hand he had once held fell, and with a force of unspeakable
dimensions, smothered him her giant pussy.

Around and
around in circles his tiny body was pulled, pushed, squashed, and turned.
Unable to free himself from the hand of the goddess, John did his best to
ensure he could simply breathe. Her stiffened clit was the subject of interest
here, and as his body rolled over it again and again he could feel the fever of
her masturbation growing.

“UUUggghhhnnn,
yeeessss, yessss, aaaah.” The unintelligible sounds of pleasurable gasping
could be heard from his vantage point.

Just as John
thought he would perish from massive rope/rug burn, the fingers pulled away,
with him firmly attached. It felt like his body had flown 1,000 feet in a
quarter of a second, but as his stomach dropped, he could see the goddess’s
face with more clarity and fear than ever before. Her blue eyes, still glazed
over, only barely opened as she brought her warm hand up to her face. Far to
his left John could see her other hand kneading into the soft flesh of her breast.

Held in a
cupping position, the giant hand stood ready to receive a gift from its owner.
Puckering her lips, as if to land a kiss, Annie put her miniscule passenger in
the front row as she spit hundreds of gallons of her saliva onto her fingers.

John,
gasping for clean air, only managed to find it as his ride was returned to its
position between the giantess’s legs. Her spit, acting like lubricant, made her
masturbation all the more pleasurable, and saved John a great deal of pain. But
with great slickness came greater quickness.

Annie’s
fingers pressed down harder, pushed faster, and rubbed her sensitive nub with
all the fervor of a nun in heat. John had secured a semi-stable position, hiding
just underneath the hood of her ginormous clitoris, and with one massive push
downward his new goddess achieved her first orgasm.

His world
fell oddly still, and silent. Atop his own attempts to catch his breath, the
only sound was Annie’s ragged breathing. Which slowed to an even pace. Minutes
later, the panties that he had been trapped in for so long, were pulled downward,
thick strands of love juice still clinging to the soiled fabric.

With his back
to her crotch, John reveled in the apparent success of his sexual pilgrimage.
Goddess Annie, still far above him had fulfilled some of his greatest fantasies.
A wet popping sound alerted him to her movement, and turned back he could see
her hand come free from her mouth once more, this time the thick strands of
love juice were clinging to her lips.

Did she just
taste her own cum? He thinks.

“Hmmm not
bad” her head tilts to the left, as a food critic does while savoring their
meal. She pauses briefly as she swallows, then turns back to John’s direction
with a more sinister look. “… but I want more!”

Quick as
lightning her hands return to her groin, one hand gripping the sides of her
pussy lips, the other snaking its way down her abdomen as before. There was no
escaping. Like a train her hand plowed into John, pushing him forward and downward
into the waiting maw of her vagina. One finger was all it took for Annie’s
crotch to swallow him whole.