by CKent45 » Mon Aug 02, 2021 6:20 pm
I got up and answered my door and stood there stunned as I stared eye to eye with Shandra, who seemed immensely relieved to see me finally and I watched as immense stress seemed to fall off her shoulders.
“Hey,” she greeted rather meekly, much more so than I would expect from such a tall, statuesque woman.
“Hi,” I muttered back, more from surprise than anything else. “What are you doing here?”
She stepped inside, but she did so only with half steps. Somehow, this made this woman who was of equal height to me seem rather small and delicate.
“It was an emergency,” she answered me softly.
“What’s wrong?” I asked her, stepping back as she nudged me gently and then shut the door.
“You,” she answered. “You’re not answering my texts,” she said and took my hand, leading me back to the living room.
“Sorry. The girls were over and I haven’t checked my phone in a while.”
“I missed them?” she asked.
“Yeah,” I answered.
“That’s too bad. I would have liked to meet them,” she offered. I smiled at the thought.
“Well, they don’t know about you yet. Also, you’re way taller than even the tallest of them and it seems like they’re setting up a pecking order based off of height.”
“So what you’re saying is that I can be their queen,” she teased, which got the first honest laugh out of me of the entire day. In turn, she offered me a rather sympathetic smile and put her hand against my cheek. “You lied,” she whispered to me. “You’re not okay.”
“I’m fine,” I denied, but she only shook her head at me.
“Can you tell me about what happened?” She was now holding both of my hands and leaning very closely to me.
“It’s a long story.”
“I’ve got time.”
“But it’s late. And don’t you have practice in the morning?” She smirked and poked the tip of my nose.
“Have you been stalking me?” she teased.
“Me and half of the state,” I answered back, trying to sound clever. She giggled at me and leaned over, snuggling up in my arms. This was supposed to be a position where I could offer her comfort, but instead I felt almost as though I was the one being held.
“I’ll stay up all night if I have to,” she promised me. “Tell me what happened.”
So I did. I filled her in on all the details and she kept it going by asking questions the whole way through. In the end, I found myself describing to her how helpless and inadequate I felt, just standing there and watching while others took the initiative and actually did something to fend off the fires until I had enough blood flow to my brain return so that I could run along following the lead of everyone else while running around like a chicken with his head cut off.
“You were the first one to run towards the second fire,” she pointed out patiently to me. “Leaders take a lot of other forms. You brought the people to the scene; it’s not your fault that you don’t know how to fight fires. How were you supposed to know there was a fire hose sitting at the entrance to the building? What were you supposed to do with a fire hydrant? Do you even have a wrench that could open one up? You did your part. You ran there first and people followed you, and that’s more than enough because if you hadn’t done that, maybe no one else would have even tried.”
“I’m sure someone else would have stepped up because someone did.”
“Facebook is flying with all kinds of discussion about what happened. I mean, no one mentioned you, but one thing I did hear over and over again was that the neighbors around that church were watching the whole thing in horror not knowing what to do until a crowd of people ran up. The wife of the guy who opened up that fire hydrant said that they were standing there with no idea what to do because they needed more people to even attempt something and then all of a sudden there was a crowd there. I think you’re too hard on yourself.”
I listened carefully to everything she had to say, and it really did help listening to her perspective. Before long we were just sitting there on the futon snuggling and I was starting to feel normal again.
“Feeling better?” she asked me after a good long while just sitting there and feeling her in my arms.
“Much,” I answered back contentedly. “I feel bad though. You didn’t have to come all the way down here.”
“Yeah I did,” she answered back, then leaned up for a kiss. A long and steamy one and when I began to feel something stirring within me again, I pressed against her and she whimpered a little bit, capitulating almost immediately and fell back making me chase her as we shifted into full on making out while lying there pressing against each other harder and harder while pulling on each other in a desperate bid to gain even more contact.
When I reached up and cupped her breast, she again whimpered and even grabbed my hand, pressing it even harder against her, reveling in the raw force I was leveling on her breast. I leaned down and began kissing the base of her neck and I could feel the goose bumps rising on her skin as I sensually worshipped her body. With every touch I offered her, she seemed to become more and more electrified, though she lay there, passively accepting everything that I had to offer her until I unzipped her jeans and she paused, staring at me with glossy bedroom eyes. At first I thought she was going to stop me, but instead, she stared at me, her mouth partially agape while she held my hand delicately at the opening to her jeans and she lay there, seemingly frozen.
She offered me the gentlest of kisses, then another and when I realized she was pressing and rubbing her thighs together, I reached in with almost no resistance from her and began petting her womanhood, making her moan intensely as she rolled back and opened her legs enough to offer me access to her wetted labia.
Shandra began breathing heavily, struggling to maintain our making out as I stroked her womanhood up toward a climax, which she steadily built upward to right up to the point where her back was arching and her legs quivering as I felt her edging to the destination I desired most. Then, she seemed to fill with resolve suddenly and she grabbed my wrist, pulling on it and making it abundantly clear she wished for me to stop.
I removed my hand from her womanhood and pulled back from our kiss; worried I’d done something wrong while scrambling in my mind to figure out what that might have been. “I’m sorry. I…” I told her, and then paused while she only smiled widely to me, then closed her eyes and swallowed hard, regaining her senses.
“It’s not that,” she assured me, struggling to catch her breath. “I just had something special planned for you tonight.
“More special than feeling an Amazonian Goddess climax in my arms?” I teased, hoping to get permission again to continue. She laughed at me interspersed with warm kisses.
“You just won’t let this whole goddess thing go, will you?” she teased me, and then kissed me open-mouthed.
“Nope,” I answered back with a smirk and began pressing my hand back toward her womanhood. She almost gave in, but at the last second, as I could begin to feel the dampness surrounding her sex, she changed her mind and grabbed my wrist again and pushed back against me.
“Your goddess wants something else,” she informed me. I could tell she was going for a regal tone of voice, one that conveyed confidence and authority, however it sounded more like borderline begging. Still, though, I was never one to force myself on anyone, so I humored her and obeyed as she pushed me to get up. Once we were both standing and eye-to-eye, she led me back to her bag and produced a pair of surprisingly tall platform heels. I wanted to say something clever, however, there was a lump in my throat that stopped me as I coped with the sudden realization that she was implying I would need to lean up in order to kiss her. Far, far up.
When my eyes met hers again, I was a bit surprised to see she was blushing. “Are you sure that you want to do this? I mean, you look kinda…”
“I’m fine,” she assured me gently and kissed me. “It’s just been a while.”
“Are you sure you want to wear these? They’re pretty high, and if your feet are smaller since you had a spurt, it might be a bit dangerous.” I was genuine in my concern, however, I don’t think she really believed me, given how hard I was already obviously becoming over the though of a much, much taller Shandra.
“I’ll be fine,” she assured me again with a kiss. “I got these in high school, before I was quite done growing. I was only just a little bit taller than I am now the last time I put them on and they were a little tight.”
“So… okay…” I mumbled, still struggling with my conflicting feelings.
“They’re one foot platforms,” she informed me, making my throat go completely dry. “And the last time I wore them… well, I’ll just say that my boyfriend at the time became a massive dick when I had a growth spurt in high school and shot up taller than him. I got sick of it, so I went out and bought these just so that everywhere we went he would be forced to look way up at me. But now, I thought I could use them to make someone happy instead of get back at them,” she offered rather seductively, even though she was blushing even more heavily and seemed even more embarrassed than before.
“You still don’t seem that comfortable with this,” I noticed.
“I have been thinking about this ever since I learned about your giantess fetish,” she told me and kissed me. “Come on. I can see how excited you are.”
I wasn’t about to argue, and I watched her intently as she sat at my table and put her platform heels on and strapped herself in, casually looking up at me sensually with a playful smirk. A moment later, she planted her feet on the floor and looked up at me with mischievous grin. She then held her hand out, palm down, giving me the best regal impression she could muster, though I could tell she was still a little embarrassed by the role play.
“Well?” she asked me in an aloof tone.
“Well what?” I asked, grinning down to her.
“Do not ‘well what’ me, little man,” she scolded me rather effectively. “Your giantess goddess is telling you to behave like a gentleman and offer your hand so she can stand. Do you expect her to squat and groan herself up like some commoner?”
I didn’t know what to do other than gulp. She waved her hand at me more emphatically, struggling to contain her smirk, so I offered her my hand as asked and helped her to her feet. She rose up until we were at eye level, her bending at the waist and she gripped my shirt in her fist and smirked at me.
“I’ll forgive your impertinence this time,” she told me and pulled me close for a hot, steamy kiss. She grabbed me and leaned on me, I think intentionally trying to put as much weight on me as she could and then she stepped a little more closely, allowing her to bend a little less at the hips and force me to angle my chin upwards to meet her kiss, then she repeated in partial steps, closer and closer until I was literally on my tiptoes reaching up to meet her kiss far above me.
I could feel the heat emanating from her skin. Either she was just as hot as I was, or she really was embarrassed and was pushing herself to her limits of her comfort zone to offer me this exceedingly rare treat. It was difficult to tell which was the case, but I was certain she was enjoying herself because as she kissed and made out with me from above, she had to pause for a quick moment to literally catch her racing breath and I could feel her heart pounding as she pressed my head against her bosom to lean down and kiss me.
I didn’t really realize how unstable a position I was in standing on my tiptoes until she began kissing me again and grabbed me, and pushed me back and back and back and back until she had me pinned up against the wall. She finally stopped kissing me and stood upright, staring down and down while I craned my neck up as though I were a child staring up at a statuesque woman.
Her embarrassment seemed to subside a little and she leaned against me, pressing her breasts directly into my face.
“You’re so cute down there, little man,” she teased. I grinned up at her and reached around, cupping her firm ass in my hands, but she grabbed my wrist and slapped the back of my hand as a mother would her child. “Not without asking,” she commanded me. I nodded, but she seemed unsatisfied with my response. “Answer me,” she said, the authority in her voice growing with each attempt she made to play the part of an actual giantess. “You heard me, little man. Answer me and address me appropriately.”
“Yes my goddess,” I answered her. She smirked again at me and then slapped the back of my hand again.
“I am not just your goddess,” she warned me. “Say it,” she commanded.
“Yes my giantess goddess,” I answered her. She grinned at me and leaned down, bending at her hips again, kissing me sweetly as a reward.
“Very good, my little man,” she praised, again in a regal and aloof tone of voice. “Now, what do you say?”
“May I please touch you, my giantess goddess?” I asked far more subserviently than I had expected to hear from my own voice. Even she seemed surprised.
“Ohhhh,” she cooed, petting my cheek. “You’re so adorable. How could I deny such a sweet request from my little toy?” I could only gulp. She giggled a little, struggling to maintain character, then took my hand, stood fully upright again and placed my hands on her ass once more. “Is this what you want, little man?” she asked of me.
“Yes my giantess goddess,” I answered her, struggling to power through the frog in my throat.
“Well, then, go ahead. Grab,” she taunted me, despite the fact that I was already squeezing rather firmly. “Go on. You heard your giantess goddess. I can’t even feel you. Grab me. Hard.” I tightened my grip, harder and harder until my hands ached from the strain, but she remained steadfast and aloof. “Are you that small and weak, little man? Can’t you show your giantess goddess how a real man treats a woman? Or are you just a little man?” she mocked.
I squeezed even harder, so hard that in pulling her against me, I actually lifted her slightly off the ground and she chirped in surprise as she realized I had removed her from the floor and she jerked, unsure of herself or her position, then she giggled at me and resumed character.
“I suppose I can feel something. However, you are so little and weak, I think I will have to do the real work,” she taunted.
Shandra stood fully upright and grinned down at me, blushing a little. She was doing a very good job with her role-play; however, she was struggling a little. Not that I cared. I was so used to smaller women who loved being taken control of and having this Amazonian goddess standing over me and dominating was new and refreshing. Yes, I got a bit of this from Brooke, but the truth is that there was always a feeling of hunger for power and a touch of sadism. Shandra was playing the part very well, especially for her first time; however, it felt more playful, and less vindictive. This was more than anything, a gift for me, and it was one I wasn’t going to be able to turn down.
She then waved me upward with a single finger and I rose to my tiptoes, straining for a kiss, which she was going to make me work for. When I could stretch no further, she grinned at me and leaned down, offering me that long sought after kiss and put her hands under my arms, as though she were about to lift me.
She of course, was not nearly strong enough to even partially lift me, especially like this, but standing on my tiptoes, I was unbalanced enough that she easily shoved me up against the wall and then grabbed my wrists and pinned them above my head. Again, I didn’t feel like there was anything near approaching the force needed to actually hold me in place like that, but I was too enthralled with this fantasy to even pretend to fight back.
Shandra kissed me open mouthed and I was surprised to feel her tongue force it’s way into my mouth, attacking my own tongue vigorously as she continued her game of dominance and even reaching down in an attempt to pull up on my body, further lightening my connection with the ground until she ran out of breath and giggled a little at me.
There was no doubt she was enjoying herself as well.
“Well, little man, what do you think I should do with you now?” she asked, then paused dramatically.
I struggled for a moment, and then opened my mouth to speak, but she slapped my face, though it was a very soft and gentle slap. Still, I was a little shocked.
“That was a rhetorical question little toy,” she scolded me. “I’ve already decided.”
I blushed and grinned at her. “What have you decided?” I asked, too amused by her behavior to stop myself and I received a rather scornful glare from her.
“Would you care to rephrase that, little man?” she mocked me, shoving me back against the wall again playfully. I gulped, not because I was necessarily afraid, but because I was struggling to even keep my mind working in this whole charade. She watched me patiently as I struggled and then she bent over and whispered in my ear, “your giantess goddess is in a very giving mood tonight. Speak to me properly, and I will reward you.”
That was as good an incentive as any, so I quickly got my head back in the game.
“What would you like to do with me, my great giantess goddess?” I asked her in an overly sweet, passive voice. “I’ll do anything for you. Anything for my Amazonian goddess.” Once again, Shandra’s character slipped a little as she tittered a bit at me, but she quickly adjusted herself, then leaned down once again to kiss me and reached far down to squeeze my already hard cock through my pants.
“I will tell you, little toy,” she cooed in my ear softly. She then stood upright and closed the distance between us so that I was forced to stare almost straight up in order to meet her eyes. “Very good. You are such an obedient toy,” she teased me, then ruffled my hair. “Strip,” she then ordered boldly.
I gulped, not expecting such an order, but this only seemed to irritate her. “You heard me. Strip. Remove your clothes,” she ordered rather regally. “And do it quickly.”
She then stepped back to allow herself a better view of me, all the while glaring icily at me, so I obeyed, quickly pulling my shirt off and discarding it and then unzipping and dropping my pants before stepping out of them.
I now stood entirely naked in front of her, rather embarrassed to be in such a state in front of a goddess towering a foot above me while she put her curled hand up to her face to help keep herself from giggling. I stood there, and without thinking of it, my hands instinctively moved to cover up my manhood from her penetrating gaze.
“No!” she scolded sharply and slapped the back of my hand. I removed my hands, placing them intentionally at my sides while she lowered herself to a squatting position and tapped the head of my penis with the tip of her finger and giggled. Then she stood up again and took another step back, swinging her finger in a circle to signal me to spin around for her. “Slowly,” she added.
I turned and began to showcase my entire body for her as asked and then, when I was facing the wall I actually yelped a little when she slapped my behind rather sharply.
“Did that hurt, my little man?” she asked as she stepped up behind me and wrapped one arm around my chest and grabbed my cock with her other hand from behind me while whispering in my ear.
“Only because you’re so strong, my giantess goddess,” I answered her, and then I found myself gasping as she suddenly began stroking my cock hard and fast while she held me from behind and bit the bottom of my earlobe.
“Do you like it when I’m rough with you, little toy?” she whispered heavily into my ear.
“Yes ma’am,” I answered obediently and as a reward she stroked even harder and faster to the point where my knees began to buckle.
“Do you want to cum, my little toy?” she asked stroking me ever faster and building me to a rapid climax.
“I want to please my giantess goddess,” I barely managed to mutter through my slipping senses. “Please, goddess, I’ll do anything for you.”
“You wish to please me?” she asked and suddenly stopped stroking, though she gripped my cock hard in a vice like grip.
“Yes, my goddess,” I answered obediently. I felt her straighten up from behind me again, releasing my cock and then she spanked me again before forcefully turning me around to stare up at her.
“Really?” she asked, intentionally staring down at me. “And just how do you think you can do that with that little thing?” she mocked.
“I’ll do whatever you want. Whatever it takes,” I offered. She stifled a laugh, and then righted herself again.
“I think it will be amusing to see if you are up for the task. You are so small, after all,” she pondered aloud. She then bid me forward until we were standing only an inch or two apart and I was forced to look straight up at her again. “I suppose you wish to see your goddess’ soft, supple flesh?”
“Only if my goddess deems me worthy,” I answered obediently.
“Do you wish to see your goddess’ body, or do you not?”
“More than anything,” I answered obediently. “But it’s not my place to ask. I am your servant.”
She smiled and poked the tip of my nose with her finger and then began bending at her knees while lifting her hands above her head until she was squatting in front of me.
“You may remove my shirt,” she offered. I pulled up on her blouse and lifted it over her head. Once it was completely off, she grabbed my hand just before I was able to toss it aside and stood upright, staring down at me between her firm breasts. “You will not toss my garments aside haphazardly. Fold it, and then you may set it on the table,” she informed me.
I did exactly as asked, however, she was displeased with the results of my folding her blouse, so I was forced to do it again while she bent forward at the hips, leaning on my shoulders and reaching down to stroke my cock to make sure I stayed hard while I performed my duties. Once I had set her blouse aside, I was then allowed to unzip her pants and slid them down her extremely long legs, and thankfully, there was just enough room to slide them over her platform heels, and once again, I was instructed to fold them properly, though this time as I went to put them along with her blouse, she smacked my ass again.
“Move more quickly, little toy,” she warned me with a wink.
Once I had returned, she allowed me to remove her bra and before I was allowed to put this garment away as well, she grabbed my head and forced it into her chest, where I was at a near perfect height compared to her like this to suckle on her nipple while she pushed back against me until she walked me back to the wall, pressing her breast into my face.
She switched me between breasts, cooing softly to me as I suckled on her, then she pulled on me and shoved me past her toward the table where her other clothes sat and smacked my ass again. This time, though, she stumbled in those high platform heels and screamed a little as she tumbled, barely managing to use the wall to keep herself from falling over completely. I looked back with concern, but she waved me on and fixed her hair, while also grabbing her chest following the start she’d received. I ran to the table and back to her, where she stood above me once more and bid me to remove her panties, but to do so slowly.
I looked at her white-laced panties and swallowed a little, and began peeling them from her hips, inching them down ever so gradually, just as ordered. At first, I marveled as her hip bones were revealed, then down as they slowly shifted toward her mons pubis and I could feel my eyes go wide as I lowered myself along with her panties and was now up close and personal with her soft, tightly trimmed bush.
Down I went until I was squatting and she stepped through her panties for me and I was left holding them and when I tried to stand up, she placed her hand on top of my head and stopped me. I looked up at her and marveled at the site of Shandra standing there far above me, staring down at me between her breasts as I looked up between her thick, muscular legs that were shoulder width apart, allowing a perfect, unfettered view of her already wet pussy.
She kept me there, making me enjoy the unrivaled landscape scenery of her body, then grabbed my ear with her thumb and forefinger and pulled up on me, bidding me to stand, then shoved me to deliver her final article of clothing to the table while swatting my derriere once more.
When I returned this final time, she stood over me, only a couple inches from me, then wiggled her breasts in my face before reaching down, needing to stoop a little to grab my cock, which was rock hard and achingly angling up for the far off target of her womanhood. “Look at that little thing,” she teased me, and then shoved my head down to look at it with her. “How are you supposed to please your goddess with that little thing? You can’t even reach my divine lady parts,” she said, standing upright and stepping closer to emphasize that my cock came nowhere near the target of her pussy from her high perch above me. She then pressed her body against mine and pressed her thighs together and against my dick, rubbing them together against it. “Look how far it is from even being able to reach your giantess goddess’s pussy.”
“There are other ways I can please my giantess goddess if I’m too small for her,” I offered. She tipped my head up as far as it would go and leaned down, kissing me aggressively with an opened mouth, then down further to kiss my neck and bite my earlobe again.
“Bold claims, little man,” she whispered headily in my ear.
“Please let me try, my giantess goddess,” I begged her. She stood upright again and forced her breast into my mouth once more, grabbing my head firmly as I suckled once more as I could feel her body shiver with pleasure from it. She then yanked my head skyward and pressed her entire weight against me.
“Show me,” she commanded.
Carefully, I took her hips and turned us around so that she was the one standing against the wall and I petted the insides of her thighs until she spread her legs to a little more than should width, staring at her beautiful muff.
“Less gawking and more pleasing,” she commanded as she tipped my chin upward again to meet her penetrating gaze. I nodded and pressed against her, my mouth quickly finding her breast again and my fingers dancing along the length of her labia, making her gasp and shutter with pleasure as I finally found myself back in a position where I could offer her some pleasure again.
I loved how sensitive Shandra was, and how she purred and shook when I played with her pussy, rubbing it and stroking the length of her labia, then pressing my finger against the precipice of her vagina, working my finger around in small, concentric circles, teasing her with the possibility of penetrating her, but holding back as I massaged the rim of her womanly opening. The result was beyond rewarding. The more I teased her with the possibility of pressing my finger up inside of her, the tighter she seemed to become enamored with the possibility of feeling a part of me inside of her.
She grabbed my head with both hands and pulled on it, pressing it hard into her breast, whimpering as I sucked harder and faster on her nipple and then angled her hips forward, practically begging me to press my middle finger up inside of her, however, I continued to hold back and shifted to focusing on her clitoris, which made her entire body shudder and nearly collapse.
In response to her failing knees, I slid my fingers back along her labia and unceremoniously inserted my middle finger up inside of her. Shandra froze and gasped at the sudden shift and I grinned, loving how much this Amazonian goddess loved the feeling of being penetrated.
Shandra let out a little whimper, another characteristic I was learning to enjoy. It wasn’t the same as some of the girls who would moan loudly or even scream, but there was something about the way she would whimper that drove me on and motivated me to pleasure her more and more until she collapsed, which she seemed to be at genuine risk of doing at that moment.
Shandra was definitely doing her best to maintain an air of control over me, as any good giantess would, however, I noticed her strength failing her over and over again as she attempted to grab my head and force it into her bosom, but then her grip would weaken over and over again as she succumbed to the very pulses and waves of pleasure she’d ordered me to provide her. And provide them I did, to the very best of my ability. There was just something about being towered over by this strong, powerful woman while she was bent to my lustful will that was beyond intoxicating.
I pumped my hand up and down against her pussy, jamming my finger in her and marveled at how she would whimper at an ever-higher pitch of voice with her hips spastically thrusting at me and her knees buckling so that her body weight was largely resting on my hand. When this would happen, I would grind my palm into her womanhood and grin as she would hug my head and her whimper would rise in pitch again until it was little more than an airy squeak, then she would battle back to control of her glorious, Amazonian body and attempt to reassert her control over me until her legs did finally give out for real and I was forced to wrap an arm around her waist and pin her up against the wall as I fingered her through her entire climax, which was an impressively large and long one.
When she was finally finished, she panted and tremored and carefully removed my hand from her sex as she randomly twitched from the over stimulation and leaned on me to keep her upright while hugging me tightly as drops of sweat dripped off of her smooth, caramel like skin onto mine.
“You,” she panted, struggling to maintain her voice, then gulped several times because her vocal chords refused to cooperate. “You did well, for such a little man,” she finally preached in what she intended to be her regal and aloof character she’d created however, her voice waivered and fluctuated unevenly as she attempted her half praise. “I’ve had better, though,” she told me, then attempted to stand and staggered left and right and almost fell over until I grabbed her hips and helped her remaining standing.
“I will please my giantess goddess better next time,” I swore to her, which made her giggle nervously at me because she seemed to know how earnest I was about it.
It took her a bit to recover, but as she slowly did, she stood upright again, still leaning on the wall for support and tipped my head up to force me to stand on my tip toes in order to make out with her while she hugged me and petted my back and occasionally squeezed her thighs together to grab my cock and play with it.
Eventually, she was solid enough that I felt her body straighten fully, almost completely out of the reach of my ability to kiss her any longer and she grinned down at me playfully.
“I think you’ve earned your reward, little man, however, you’re still so little. How exactly to you hope to reach your giantess goddess’s divine pussy from so far down below?” she teased me while rubbing her thighs together around my hard on.
I tried to respond, honestly, but I had an enormous lump in my throat and all I could do was gulp hard, which really seemed to amuse Shandra so she leaned forward, bending at the hips and kissed me open mouthed while reaching far down to stroke my dick with her hand, then she stood upright, pulling my dick along with her so that I had to stand on my tip toes while she squeezed it tightly.
“I suppose I shall simply have to help you out, then, my good little man,” she glowed and then led me back to the dining area by my dick and then leaned over the table and lowered herself down, spreading her legs wider and wider as I watched her muff gradually descend and her labia spread to meet my very eager cock. I want you to imagine a woman standing a foot taller than you, whose breasts while standing upright are directly in front of your face and then imagine as she turns around, bends at the waist and leans on a table as she steps wider and wider, first her feet shoulder width apart, then twice shoulder width and on and on as she lowers her body down to bring her glorious pussy down to a level your can access what was once well our of reach. And I want you to imagine those perfect labia, those succulent lower lips parting for you as she descends lower and lower until she is practically performing the splits with her legs and laying on her torso across the table. Such was the amazing sight my eyes beheld.
Suffice it to say that I stared dumbfounded at her with a completely parched, dry throat.
“Ask your giantess goddess politely to enter her,” she smirked back at me, practically giggling as I gawked at her heavenly form.
“My amazing giantess goddess, may this mere mortal please feel her divine womanhood? I know I’m unworthy.”
“Come and enjoy your reward, little mortal,” she answered back in a tone befitting a true monarch.
I stepped up to her and stared down at the round, muscular ass and her spread wide labia, and then I pressed the head of my penis against her, my eyes going wide by how tight she was. It was amazing to me how turned on she was by all of this.
I had to dip my knees a little to press through and begin to enter her, listening as she gripped the edges of the table in her fists and whimpered back to me as I began to fill her “Deeper,” she begged me in a very small voice, though that hardly distracted me from such an incredible experience. “Deeper,” she whimpered again, reaching back to my hands, which were placed on her rump, grabbing it tightly. She grabbed my wrists and yanked me forward, so I did as requested and pushed myself all the way in to an incredibly satisfying whimper.
“You’re giantess goddess can hardly feel you, little man,” she squeaked. It was an obvious lie, but a sexy one nonetheless. “Make sure you don’t hold back. I want you to make your insignificant presence known,” she squeaked, but with gritted teeth.
I liked her being in charge like this, and I liked pleasing my giantess goddess even more. I rammed my hips into her hard and fast while she buried her face into the surface of my table, whimpering and squealing with each collision as I pounded her. “More, little man, MORE!” she demanded, reclaiming a little more of the tenor in her voice that had been lost in her little squeals, but not a lot.
I shifted my hips left and right, pressing into her in multiple angles in a bid to elicit another orgasm from her, and she definitely appreciated my efforts. She appreciated it enough that her footing slipped in one of her platform heels and it toppled, sending Shandra’s hips askew, but even so, she commanded me to keep going. I grabbed her ass as hard as I could, which also seemed to build the pressure up within her and leaned my weight on her as I pounded her from behind like this, but in the end, I was far too excited by everything and I unexpectedly exploded inside of her just as I was getting to the point where I thought I might get her to climax with me. I thrust spastically my last couple bursts into her womb and then fell forward over her, before sliding back and dropping to my knees.
A moment later, she slid back as well and curled up on my lap on the floor. She may not have reached the destination I wanted to bring her to, but she purred in my arms nonetheless, even after she had managed to clumsily pry her platform heels off of her feet.
She curled up tightly enough that after a while, I scooped her up into my arms and carried her to the bedroom where she lay against me, wrapped up in my arms as tightly as she could manage, still purring away. “You liked that,” she teased me.
“That’s an understatement,” I answered back and smiled when she reached up and kissed me. “You seemed to like it too.”
“You’re pretty fuckin’ hot,” she complimented me.
“Even though I’m just a mere little mortal?”
“Giantess goddesses adore their pets more than anything else in the world,” she teased me. “Especially after how good you just did.”
“I didn’t manage to get you off again,” I answered with a bit of guilt in my voice. She looked up at me and stared with mild surprise.
“Are you serious?” she asked me, and all I could do was nod. “Let me tell you something,” she began and straightened out, leaning up to me. “I have had one, that’s ONE boyfriend who ever got me off, and he didn’t do it nearly as well as you did earlier. All the boys I’ve ever dated treated me like I was… a trophy. They could pound like little bunny rabbits, but they never even tried to get me to climax. In fact, the first time I ever climaxed, I did it by myself, when I was home alone. I had to teach myself how to do it. My boyfriends have always been clueless about my body and how to make it work. You have gotten me off every time we’ve gotten together.”
“Yeah, but only once tonight,” I explained.
“Brendan, that wasn’t one orgasm, that was THREE,” she explained to me. I was genuinely surprised to hear that. Even though it was a powerful orgasm, I hadn’t seen any evidence that it was more than one while it was happening. “You stubborn little boy,” she teased me with a cheeky grin. “You started the one and you wouldn’t let up and the first one rolled straight into the second and then the third. Trust me. You did more than enough to satisfy me tonight.”
“I like getting you off,” I answered her and she grinned and giggled at me.
“You’re gonna have to slow down tiger,” she warned me. “I can’t climax as much as you’re trying to get out of me. I have my limits, you know.”
“I’d like to explore those limits,” I bantered back playfully.
She of course laughed at me and curled up more tightly in my arms. “I couldn’t cum again tonight because you wore me out. You already passed my limit.”
“Yeah, but the last time we slept together, you were climaxing almost non stop.”
“Do you have any idea how pent up I’ve been the last three years?” she laughed at me. “You know, what? After that, my coach was PISSED because I was coming up short when jumping for spikes the next day in practice because my legs were still weak from what you did to me. Amber even warned me to lay off the sexcapades because I couldn’t perform on the court and it was pretty obvious I was glowing.”
“You say that as if it’s a bad thing.”
“It’s a horrible thing if I get caught!” she laughed at me, then kissed me. “I’ll take that risk, though,” she added.
“I still can’t bring myself to see turning your legs to jelly as a bad thing,” I told her after a long moment of silence. Shandra pinched me and giggled at me, then snuggled back into my arms.
We lay like that for god knows how long, easily over an hour. I wasn’t sure if Shandra was still awake, but I certainly was. I felt better than I had earlier. I felt better by leaps and bounds, but I was still unsettled by the coordinated fires and explosions set around the city and the pain and suffering I’d witnessed the entire day. I was certainly tired enough that I should have fallen asleep, but just the same I couldn’t shut my brain down enough to fall asleep.
Eventually, Shandra lifted her head, either because she had woken up or because she was still awake that entire time as well and she looked at me with a soft smile.
Another simple gesture that eased my heart and I smiled back. “I don’t want to look a gift horse in the mouth…” I began tentatively and she grinned at me while her eyes sparkled.
“Then don’t,” she quipped back.
“I’m worried about the chance you took coming out here to see me tonight.”
“When my quad-mates learned that you had been at the fires and helping out there, they insisted I come see you. They’re covering for me.”
“Then I seriously owe them.”
“Good luck trying to make good on that,” she teased with a twinkle in her eyes. “It’s okay. I’ve got it covered. I kind of thought the others would be here though. Why on Earth did they leave you after what you went through?”
“Time out, remember?” I answered her in a lackluster voice. Shandra sighed and pressed her head against my chest, shaking it.
“Are you keeping me a secret from them?” she asked.
“No, but I’m also not spending time talking to them like I normally do. Normally, all I need to do is tell one of the girls something and they share it with all the others almost immediately. But right now I hardly hear from any of them. I didn’t even know that Janelle was out of town.”
“When do you think the right time to tell them about me is?” she asked.
“I’m not sure. I don’t want to put it off for too long, but I’m also thinking right now isn’t the time. Not if you want to try to get in their good graces. I mean it’s the perfect time if you just want to go it alone with me.”
“You think they’d dump you if they found about me?”
“I’m not sure. I’m also not that worried about it. I’ve kind of reached my limit.”
“So four were here, one is out of town for some reason, but what about the last one?”
“They didn’t say. I’m pretty sure it’s because she had a hot date, though.”
“They are lucky to have you, especially given the state of things these days. I can’t believe they’re out looking for something else.”
“Well, I don’t have a career yet, no money, no house… It’ll be a while before they’re small enough that I can keep them all here in a one-bedroom apartment together. If you want to meet them, I’m thinking we should start with Julie. She’s definitely the leader of the group and this all started with her, even though she’s not exactly in the position of alpha anymore.”
“The two biggest ones are. How tall are they?”
“Five foot six.”
“Pffft… I’ve got them hands down, then. At least until I start having my accelerated spurts.”
“I can talk to Dr. Jurek about it, see if there’s anything you can do,” I offered.
“I already did. There are a couple options, but the school isn’t going to just let me do them, and if I push the issue it’s going to raise a lot of questions.”
“So she knows about you and me?” I asked.
“No. Absolutely not. I asked her about how she’s managed to avoid any spurts the whole time I’ve known her. It took a little bit of pushing, but she eventually told me about her treatment program and she admitted to the down sides to mine. I told her that all the food and other restrictions were driving me crazy and that I wanted to try something new. That was when she explained what my future was looking like and how she wasn’t going to be able to sneak me onto another program. She’s not the only PhD working with us, after all. Besides, her treatment program isn’t as fool proof as ours is. Well, not as fool proof for as long as it works.”
“Did she tell you how bad it would be once the spurts start kicking in?”
“She doesn’t know. It could be catastrophic and fast, or I could lose my size in a trickle. She said that the smallest woman she has ever worked with was on the beta version of our program, though and she said she was really, really tiny.”
“She told me that woman was 27 inches tall,” I answered her.
Shandra lay there and contemplated, though I had difficulty reading any kind of expression from her. I guessed that she was using her amazing poker face to keep me from seeing how stressful that revelation was.
“She did tell me that the spurts happened over the course of a few months before they got her stabilized,” Shandra eventually shared.
“So how do we stabilize you? Before it gets to that point?”
“That scared of losing your giantess goddess?” she teased.
“That scared of you going through pure hell,” I answered back stoically. “You admitted how terrified you were going through your first spurt. I don’t want you to have to go through that.”
“It’s going to happen. There’s no stopping it,” Shandra answered me. “Just… be there when it happens. That’s all I want.”
“But if we can find some way to push them back until…”
“Just be there with me,” she insisted. “I feel safe with you. I think that’s the best thing I can have when it happens.”
I continued to be unable to sleep for the remainder of the night, though Shandra stayed up with me, comforting me and soothing me every time I tensed as I thought of the day’s events and even fooling around with me a little as the night went on. Eventually, we agreed that I would approach Julie first, just as I had suggested and hopefully arrange a meeting if Julie didn’t completely lose her shit over my new fling outside of the main group. In the end, she did want to try to fit in with them, so she asked that I find as clean an opportunity to break the news as possible. After all, this was the only opportunity she had to avoid living a constantly shrinking life under her father’s oppressive thumb.
She left around 4 in the morning and slipped back into her dorm under the cover of darkness, sharing a text of “made it” to me when she was safely back in her room. It had been a tough day, but thankfully, I’d been saved by the women in my life.
I got up and answered my door and stood there stunned as I stared eye to eye with Shandra, who seemed immensely relieved to see me finally and I watched as immense stress seemed to fall off her shoulders.
“Hey,” she greeted rather meekly, much more so than I would expect from such a tall, statuesque woman.
“Hi,” I muttered back, more from surprise than anything else. “What are you doing here?”
She stepped inside, but she did so only with half steps. Somehow, this made this woman who was of equal height to me seem rather small and delicate.
“It was an emergency,” she answered me softly.
“What’s wrong?” I asked her, stepping back as she nudged me gently and then shut the door.
“You,” she answered. “You’re not answering my texts,” she said and took my hand, leading me back to the living room.
“Sorry. The girls were over and I haven’t checked my phone in a while.”
“I missed them?” she asked.
“Yeah,” I answered.
“That’s too bad. I would have liked to meet them,” she offered. I smiled at the thought.
“Well, they don’t know about you yet. Also, you’re way taller than even the tallest of them and it seems like they’re setting up a pecking order based off of height.”
“So what you’re saying is that I can be their queen,” she teased, which got the first honest laugh out of me of the entire day. In turn, she offered me a rather sympathetic smile and put her hand against my cheek. “You lied,” she whispered to me. “You’re not okay.”
“I’m fine,” I denied, but she only shook her head at me.
“Can you tell me about what happened?” She was now holding both of my hands and leaning very closely to me.
“It’s a long story.”
“I’ve got time.”
“But it’s late. And don’t you have practice in the morning?” She smirked and poked the tip of my nose.
“Have you been stalking me?” she teased.
“Me and half of the state,” I answered back, trying to sound clever. She giggled at me and leaned over, snuggling up in my arms. This was supposed to be a position where I could offer her comfort, but instead I felt almost as though I was the one being held.
“I’ll stay up all night if I have to,” she promised me. “Tell me what happened.”
So I did. I filled her in on all the details and she kept it going by asking questions the whole way through. In the end, I found myself describing to her how helpless and inadequate I felt, just standing there and watching while others took the initiative and actually did something to fend off the fires until I had enough blood flow to my brain return so that I could run along following the lead of everyone else while running around like a chicken with his head cut off.
“You were the first one to run towards the second fire,” she pointed out patiently to me. “Leaders take a lot of other forms. You brought the people to the scene; it’s not your fault that you don’t know how to fight fires. How were you supposed to know there was a fire hose sitting at the entrance to the building? What were you supposed to do with a fire hydrant? Do you even have a wrench that could open one up? You did your part. You ran there first and people followed you, and that’s more than enough because if you hadn’t done that, maybe no one else would have even tried.”
“I’m sure someone else would have stepped up because someone did.”
“Facebook is flying with all kinds of discussion about what happened. I mean, no one mentioned you, but one thing I did hear over and over again was that the neighbors around that church were watching the whole thing in horror not knowing what to do until a crowd of people ran up. The wife of the guy who opened up that fire hydrant said that they were standing there with no idea what to do because they needed more people to even attempt something and then all of a sudden there was a crowd there. I think you’re too hard on yourself.”
I listened carefully to everything she had to say, and it really did help listening to her perspective. Before long we were just sitting there on the futon snuggling and I was starting to feel normal again.
“Feeling better?” she asked me after a good long while just sitting there and feeling her in my arms.
“Much,” I answered back contentedly. “I feel bad though. You didn’t have to come all the way down here.”
“Yeah I did,” she answered back, then leaned up for a kiss. A long and steamy one and when I began to feel something stirring within me again, I pressed against her and she whimpered a little bit, capitulating almost immediately and fell back making me chase her as we shifted into full on making out while lying there pressing against each other harder and harder while pulling on each other in a desperate bid to gain even more contact.
When I reached up and cupped her breast, she again whimpered and even grabbed my hand, pressing it even harder against her, reveling in the raw force I was leveling on her breast. I leaned down and began kissing the base of her neck and I could feel the goose bumps rising on her skin as I sensually worshipped her body. With every touch I offered her, she seemed to become more and more electrified, though she lay there, passively accepting everything that I had to offer her until I unzipped her jeans and she paused, staring at me with glossy bedroom eyes. At first I thought she was going to stop me, but instead, she stared at me, her mouth partially agape while she held my hand delicately at the opening to her jeans and she lay there, seemingly frozen.
She offered me the gentlest of kisses, then another and when I realized she was pressing and rubbing her thighs together, I reached in with almost no resistance from her and began petting her womanhood, making her moan intensely as she rolled back and opened her legs enough to offer me access to her wetted labia.
Shandra began breathing heavily, struggling to maintain our making out as I stroked her womanhood up toward a climax, which she steadily built upward to right up to the point where her back was arching and her legs quivering as I felt her edging to the destination I desired most. Then, she seemed to fill with resolve suddenly and she grabbed my wrist, pulling on it and making it abundantly clear she wished for me to stop.
I removed my hand from her womanhood and pulled back from our kiss; worried I’d done something wrong while scrambling in my mind to figure out what that might have been. “I’m sorry. I…” I told her, and then paused while she only smiled widely to me, then closed her eyes and swallowed hard, regaining her senses.
“It’s not that,” she assured me, struggling to catch her breath. “I just had something special planned for you tonight.
“More special than feeling an Amazonian Goddess climax in my arms?” I teased, hoping to get permission again to continue. She laughed at me interspersed with warm kisses.
“You just won’t let this whole goddess thing go, will you?” she teased me, and then kissed me open-mouthed.
“Nope,” I answered back with a smirk and began pressing my hand back toward her womanhood. She almost gave in, but at the last second, as I could begin to feel the dampness surrounding her sex, she changed her mind and grabbed my wrist again and pushed back against me.
“Your goddess wants something else,” she informed me. I could tell she was going for a regal tone of voice, one that conveyed confidence and authority, however it sounded more like borderline begging. Still, though, I was never one to force myself on anyone, so I humored her and obeyed as she pushed me to get up. Once we were both standing and eye-to-eye, she led me back to her bag and produced a pair of surprisingly tall platform heels. I wanted to say something clever, however, there was a lump in my throat that stopped me as I coped with the sudden realization that she was implying I would need to lean up in order to kiss her. Far, far up.
When my eyes met hers again, I was a bit surprised to see she was blushing. “Are you sure that you want to do this? I mean, you look kinda…”
“I’m fine,” she assured me gently and kissed me. “It’s just been a while.”
“Are you sure you want to wear these? They’re pretty high, and if your feet are smaller since you had a spurt, it might be a bit dangerous.” I was genuine in my concern, however, I don’t think she really believed me, given how hard I was already obviously becoming over the though of a much, much taller Shandra.
“I’ll be fine,” she assured me again with a kiss. “I got these in high school, before I was quite done growing. I was only just a little bit taller than I am now the last time I put them on and they were a little tight.”
“So… okay…” I mumbled, still struggling with my conflicting feelings.
“They’re one foot platforms,” she informed me, making my throat go completely dry. “And the last time I wore them… well, I’ll just say that my boyfriend at the time became a massive dick when I had a growth spurt in high school and shot up taller than him. I got sick of it, so I went out and bought these just so that everywhere we went he would be forced to look way up at me. But now, I thought I could use them to make someone happy instead of get back at them,” she offered rather seductively, even though she was blushing even more heavily and seemed even more embarrassed than before.
“You still don’t seem that comfortable with this,” I noticed.
“I have been thinking about this ever since I learned about your giantess fetish,” she told me and kissed me. “Come on. I can see how excited you are.”
I wasn’t about to argue, and I watched her intently as she sat at my table and put her platform heels on and strapped herself in, casually looking up at me sensually with a playful smirk. A moment later, she planted her feet on the floor and looked up at me with mischievous grin. She then held her hand out, palm down, giving me the best regal impression she could muster, though I could tell she was still a little embarrassed by the role play.
“Well?” she asked me in an aloof tone.
“Well what?” I asked, grinning down to her.
“Do not ‘well what’ me, little man,” she scolded me rather effectively. “Your giantess goddess is telling you to behave like a gentleman and offer your hand so she can stand. Do you expect her to squat and groan herself up like some commoner?”
I didn’t know what to do other than gulp. She waved her hand at me more emphatically, struggling to contain her smirk, so I offered her my hand as asked and helped her to her feet. She rose up until we were at eye level, her bending at the waist and she gripped my shirt in her fist and smirked at me.
“I’ll forgive your impertinence this time,” she told me and pulled me close for a hot, steamy kiss. She grabbed me and leaned on me, I think intentionally trying to put as much weight on me as she could and then she stepped a little more closely, allowing her to bend a little less at the hips and force me to angle my chin upwards to meet her kiss, then she repeated in partial steps, closer and closer until I was literally on my tiptoes reaching up to meet her kiss far above me.
I could feel the heat emanating from her skin. Either she was just as hot as I was, or she really was embarrassed and was pushing herself to her limits of her comfort zone to offer me this exceedingly rare treat. It was difficult to tell which was the case, but I was certain she was enjoying herself because as she kissed and made out with me from above, she had to pause for a quick moment to literally catch her racing breath and I could feel her heart pounding as she pressed my head against her bosom to lean down and kiss me.
I didn’t really realize how unstable a position I was in standing on my tiptoes until she began kissing me again and grabbed me, and pushed me back and back and back and back until she had me pinned up against the wall. She finally stopped kissing me and stood upright, staring down and down while I craned my neck up as though I were a child staring up at a statuesque woman.
Her embarrassment seemed to subside a little and she leaned against me, pressing her breasts directly into my face.
“You’re so cute down there, little man,” she teased. I grinned up at her and reached around, cupping her firm ass in my hands, but she grabbed my wrist and slapped the back of my hand as a mother would her child. “Not without asking,” she commanded me. I nodded, but she seemed unsatisfied with my response. “Answer me,” she said, the authority in her voice growing with each attempt she made to play the part of an actual giantess. “You heard me, little man. Answer me and address me appropriately.”
“Yes my goddess,” I answered her. She smirked again at me and then slapped the back of my hand again.
“I am not just your goddess,” she warned me. “Say it,” she commanded.
“Yes my giantess goddess,” I answered her. She grinned at me and leaned down, bending at her hips again, kissing me sweetly as a reward.
“Very good, my little man,” she praised, again in a regal and aloof tone of voice. “Now, what do you say?”
“May I please touch you, my giantess goddess?” I asked far more subserviently than I had expected to hear from my own voice. Even she seemed surprised.
“Ohhhh,” she cooed, petting my cheek. “You’re so adorable. How could I deny such a sweet request from my little toy?” I could only gulp. She giggled a little, struggling to maintain character, then took my hand, stood fully upright again and placed my hands on her ass once more. “Is this what you want, little man?” she asked of me.
“Yes my giantess goddess,” I answered her, struggling to power through the frog in my throat.
“Well, then, go ahead. Grab,” she taunted me, despite the fact that I was already squeezing rather firmly. “Go on. You heard your giantess goddess. I can’t even feel you. Grab me. Hard.” I tightened my grip, harder and harder until my hands ached from the strain, but she remained steadfast and aloof. “Are you that small and weak, little man? Can’t you show your giantess goddess how a real man treats a woman? Or are you just a little man?” she mocked.
I squeezed even harder, so hard that in pulling her against me, I actually lifted her slightly off the ground and she chirped in surprise as she realized I had removed her from the floor and she jerked, unsure of herself or her position, then she giggled at me and resumed character.
“I suppose I can feel something. However, you are so little and weak, I think I will have to do the real work,” she taunted.
Shandra stood fully upright and grinned down at me, blushing a little. She was doing a very good job with her role-play; however, she was struggling a little. Not that I cared. I was so used to smaller women who loved being taken control of and having this Amazonian goddess standing over me and dominating was new and refreshing. Yes, I got a bit of this from Brooke, but the truth is that there was always a feeling of hunger for power and a touch of sadism. Shandra was playing the part very well, especially for her first time; however, it felt more playful, and less vindictive. This was more than anything, a gift for me, and it was one I wasn’t going to be able to turn down.
She then waved me upward with a single finger and I rose to my tiptoes, straining for a kiss, which she was going to make me work for. When I could stretch no further, she grinned at me and leaned down, offering me that long sought after kiss and put her hands under my arms, as though she were about to lift me.
She of course, was not nearly strong enough to even partially lift me, especially like this, but standing on my tiptoes, I was unbalanced enough that she easily shoved me up against the wall and then grabbed my wrists and pinned them above my head. Again, I didn’t feel like there was anything near approaching the force needed to actually hold me in place like that, but I was too enthralled with this fantasy to even pretend to fight back.
Shandra kissed me open mouthed and I was surprised to feel her tongue force it’s way into my mouth, attacking my own tongue vigorously as she continued her game of dominance and even reaching down in an attempt to pull up on my body, further lightening my connection with the ground until she ran out of breath and giggled a little at me.
There was no doubt she was enjoying herself as well.
“Well, little man, what do you think I should do with you now?” she asked, then paused dramatically.
I struggled for a moment, and then opened my mouth to speak, but she slapped my face, though it was a very soft and gentle slap. Still, I was a little shocked.
“That was a rhetorical question little toy,” she scolded me. “I’ve already decided.”
I blushed and grinned at her. “What have you decided?” I asked, too amused by her behavior to stop myself and I received a rather scornful glare from her.
“Would you care to rephrase that, little man?” she mocked me, shoving me back against the wall again playfully. I gulped, not because I was necessarily afraid, but because I was struggling to even keep my mind working in this whole charade. She watched me patiently as I struggled and then she bent over and whispered in my ear, “your giantess goddess is in a very giving mood tonight. Speak to me properly, and I will reward you.”
That was as good an incentive as any, so I quickly got my head back in the game.
“What would you like to do with me, my great giantess goddess?” I asked her in an overly sweet, passive voice. “I’ll do anything for you. Anything for my Amazonian goddess.” Once again, Shandra’s character slipped a little as she tittered a bit at me, but she quickly adjusted herself, then leaned down once again to kiss me and reached far down to squeeze my already hard cock through my pants.
“I will tell you, little toy,” she cooed in my ear softly. She then stood upright and closed the distance between us so that I was forced to stare almost straight up in order to meet her eyes. “Very good. You are such an obedient toy,” she teased me, then ruffled my hair. “Strip,” she then ordered boldly.
I gulped, not expecting such an order, but this only seemed to irritate her. “You heard me. Strip. Remove your clothes,” she ordered rather regally. “And do it quickly.”
She then stepped back to allow herself a better view of me, all the while glaring icily at me, so I obeyed, quickly pulling my shirt off and discarding it and then unzipping and dropping my pants before stepping out of them.
I now stood entirely naked in front of her, rather embarrassed to be in such a state in front of a goddess towering a foot above me while she put her curled hand up to her face to help keep herself from giggling. I stood there, and without thinking of it, my hands instinctively moved to cover up my manhood from her penetrating gaze.
“No!” she scolded sharply and slapped the back of my hand. I removed my hands, placing them intentionally at my sides while she lowered herself to a squatting position and tapped the head of my penis with the tip of her finger and giggled. Then she stood up again and took another step back, swinging her finger in a circle to signal me to spin around for her. “Slowly,” she added.
I turned and began to showcase my entire body for her as asked and then, when I was facing the wall I actually yelped a little when she slapped my behind rather sharply.
“Did that hurt, my little man?” she asked as she stepped up behind me and wrapped one arm around my chest and grabbed my cock with her other hand from behind me while whispering in my ear.
“Only because you’re so strong, my giantess goddess,” I answered her, and then I found myself gasping as she suddenly began stroking my cock hard and fast while she held me from behind and bit the bottom of my earlobe.
“Do you like it when I’m rough with you, little toy?” she whispered heavily into my ear.
“Yes ma’am,” I answered obediently and as a reward she stroked even harder and faster to the point where my knees began to buckle.
“Do you want to cum, my little toy?” she asked stroking me ever faster and building me to a rapid climax.
“I want to please my giantess goddess,” I barely managed to mutter through my slipping senses. “Please, goddess, I’ll do anything for you.”
“You wish to please me?” she asked and suddenly stopped stroking, though she gripped my cock hard in a vice like grip.
“Yes, my goddess,” I answered obediently. I felt her straighten up from behind me again, releasing my cock and then she spanked me again before forcefully turning me around to stare up at her.
“Really?” she asked, intentionally staring down at me. “And just how do you think you can do that with that little thing?” she mocked.
“I’ll do whatever you want. Whatever it takes,” I offered. She stifled a laugh, and then righted herself again.
“I think it will be amusing to see if you are up for the task. You are so small, after all,” she pondered aloud. She then bid me forward until we were standing only an inch or two apart and I was forced to look straight up at her again. “I suppose you wish to see your goddess’ soft, supple flesh?”
“Only if my goddess deems me worthy,” I answered obediently.
“Do you wish to see your goddess’ body, or do you not?”
“More than anything,” I answered obediently. “But it’s not my place to ask. I am your servant.”
She smiled and poked the tip of my nose with her finger and then began bending at her knees while lifting her hands above her head until she was squatting in front of me.
“You may remove my shirt,” she offered. I pulled up on her blouse and lifted it over her head. Once it was completely off, she grabbed my hand just before I was able to toss it aside and stood upright, staring down at me between her firm breasts. “You will not toss my garments aside haphazardly. Fold it, and then you may set it on the table,” she informed me.
I did exactly as asked, however, she was displeased with the results of my folding her blouse, so I was forced to do it again while she bent forward at the hips, leaning on my shoulders and reaching down to stroke my cock to make sure I stayed hard while I performed my duties. Once I had set her blouse aside, I was then allowed to unzip her pants and slid them down her extremely long legs, and thankfully, there was just enough room to slide them over her platform heels, and once again, I was instructed to fold them properly, though this time as I went to put them along with her blouse, she smacked my ass again.
“Move more quickly, little toy,” she warned me with a wink.
Once I had returned, she allowed me to remove her bra and before I was allowed to put this garment away as well, she grabbed my head and forced it into her chest, where I was at a near perfect height compared to her like this to suckle on her nipple while she pushed back against me until she walked me back to the wall, pressing her breast into my face.
She switched me between breasts, cooing softly to me as I suckled on her, then she pulled on me and shoved me past her toward the table where her other clothes sat and smacked my ass again. This time, though, she stumbled in those high platform heels and screamed a little as she tumbled, barely managing to use the wall to keep herself from falling over completely. I looked back with concern, but she waved me on and fixed her hair, while also grabbing her chest following the start she’d received. I ran to the table and back to her, where she stood above me once more and bid me to remove her panties, but to do so slowly.
I looked at her white-laced panties and swallowed a little, and began peeling them from her hips, inching them down ever so gradually, just as ordered. At first, I marveled as her hip bones were revealed, then down as they slowly shifted toward her mons pubis and I could feel my eyes go wide as I lowered myself along with her panties and was now up close and personal with her soft, tightly trimmed bush.
Down I went until I was squatting and she stepped through her panties for me and I was left holding them and when I tried to stand up, she placed her hand on top of my head and stopped me. I looked up at her and marveled at the site of Shandra standing there far above me, staring down at me between her breasts as I looked up between her thick, muscular legs that were shoulder width apart, allowing a perfect, unfettered view of her already wet pussy.
She kept me there, making me enjoy the unrivaled landscape scenery of her body, then grabbed my ear with her thumb and forefinger and pulled up on me, bidding me to stand, then shoved me to deliver her final article of clothing to the table while swatting my derriere once more.
When I returned this final time, she stood over me, only a couple inches from me, then wiggled her breasts in my face before reaching down, needing to stoop a little to grab my cock, which was rock hard and achingly angling up for the far off target of her womanhood. “Look at that little thing,” she teased me, and then shoved my head down to look at it with her. “How are you supposed to please your goddess with that little thing? You can’t even reach my divine lady parts,” she said, standing upright and stepping closer to emphasize that my cock came nowhere near the target of her pussy from her high perch above me. She then pressed her body against mine and pressed her thighs together and against my dick, rubbing them together against it. “Look how far it is from even being able to reach your giantess goddess’s pussy.”
“There are other ways I can please my giantess goddess if I’m too small for her,” I offered. She tipped my head up as far as it would go and leaned down, kissing me aggressively with an opened mouth, then down further to kiss my neck and bite my earlobe again.
“Bold claims, little man,” she whispered headily in my ear.
“Please let me try, my giantess goddess,” I begged her. She stood upright again and forced her breast into my mouth once more, grabbing my head firmly as I suckled once more as I could feel her body shiver with pleasure from it. She then yanked my head skyward and pressed her entire weight against me.
“Show me,” she commanded.
Carefully, I took her hips and turned us around so that she was the one standing against the wall and I petted the insides of her thighs until she spread her legs to a little more than should width, staring at her beautiful muff.
“Less gawking and more pleasing,” she commanded as she tipped my chin upward again to meet her penetrating gaze. I nodded and pressed against her, my mouth quickly finding her breast again and my fingers dancing along the length of her labia, making her gasp and shutter with pleasure as I finally found myself back in a position where I could offer her some pleasure again.
I loved how sensitive Shandra was, and how she purred and shook when I played with her pussy, rubbing it and stroking the length of her labia, then pressing my finger against the precipice of her vagina, working my finger around in small, concentric circles, teasing her with the possibility of penetrating her, but holding back as I massaged the rim of her womanly opening. The result was beyond rewarding. The more I teased her with the possibility of pressing my finger up inside of her, the tighter she seemed to become enamored with the possibility of feeling a part of me inside of her.
She grabbed my head with both hands and pulled on it, pressing it hard into her breast, whimpering as I sucked harder and faster on her nipple and then angled her hips forward, practically begging me to press my middle finger up inside of her, however, I continued to hold back and shifted to focusing on her clitoris, which made her entire body shudder and nearly collapse.
In response to her failing knees, I slid my fingers back along her labia and unceremoniously inserted my middle finger up inside of her. Shandra froze and gasped at the sudden shift and I grinned, loving how much this Amazonian goddess loved the feeling of being penetrated.
Shandra let out a little whimper, another characteristic I was learning to enjoy. It wasn’t the same as some of the girls who would moan loudly or even scream, but there was something about the way she would whimper that drove me on and motivated me to pleasure her more and more until she collapsed, which she seemed to be at genuine risk of doing at that moment.
Shandra was definitely doing her best to maintain an air of control over me, as any good giantess would, however, I noticed her strength failing her over and over again as she attempted to grab my head and force it into her bosom, but then her grip would weaken over and over again as she succumbed to the very pulses and waves of pleasure she’d ordered me to provide her. And provide them I did, to the very best of my ability. There was just something about being towered over by this strong, powerful woman while she was bent to my lustful will that was beyond intoxicating.
I pumped my hand up and down against her pussy, jamming my finger in her and marveled at how she would whimper at an ever-higher pitch of voice with her hips spastically thrusting at me and her knees buckling so that her body weight was largely resting on my hand. When this would happen, I would grind my palm into her womanhood and grin as she would hug my head and her whimper would rise in pitch again until it was little more than an airy squeak, then she would battle back to control of her glorious, Amazonian body and attempt to reassert her control over me until her legs did finally give out for real and I was forced to wrap an arm around her waist and pin her up against the wall as I fingered her through her entire climax, which was an impressively large and long one.
When she was finally finished, she panted and tremored and carefully removed my hand from her sex as she randomly twitched from the over stimulation and leaned on me to keep her upright while hugging me tightly as drops of sweat dripped off of her smooth, caramel like skin onto mine.
“You,” she panted, struggling to maintain her voice, then gulped several times because her vocal chords refused to cooperate. “You did well, for such a little man,” she finally preached in what she intended to be her regal and aloof character she’d created however, her voice waivered and fluctuated unevenly as she attempted her half praise. “I’ve had better, though,” she told me, then attempted to stand and staggered left and right and almost fell over until I grabbed her hips and helped her remaining standing.
“I will please my giantess goddess better next time,” I swore to her, which made her giggle nervously at me because she seemed to know how earnest I was about it.
It took her a bit to recover, but as she slowly did, she stood upright again, still leaning on the wall for support and tipped my head up to force me to stand on my tip toes in order to make out with her while she hugged me and petted my back and occasionally squeezed her thighs together to grab my cock and play with it.
Eventually, she was solid enough that I felt her body straighten fully, almost completely out of the reach of my ability to kiss her any longer and she grinned down at me playfully.
“I think you’ve earned your reward, little man, however, you’re still so little. How exactly to you hope to reach your giantess goddess’s divine pussy from so far down below?” she teased me while rubbing her thighs together around my hard on.
I tried to respond, honestly, but I had an enormous lump in my throat and all I could do was gulp hard, which really seemed to amuse Shandra so she leaned forward, bending at the hips and kissed me open mouthed while reaching far down to stroke my dick with her hand, then she stood upright, pulling my dick along with her so that I had to stand on my tip toes while she squeezed it tightly.
“I suppose I shall simply have to help you out, then, my good little man,” she glowed and then led me back to the dining area by my dick and then leaned over the table and lowered herself down, spreading her legs wider and wider as I watched her muff gradually descend and her labia spread to meet my very eager cock. I want you to imagine a woman standing a foot taller than you, whose breasts while standing upright are directly in front of your face and then imagine as she turns around, bends at the waist and leans on a table as she steps wider and wider, first her feet shoulder width apart, then twice shoulder width and on and on as she lowers her body down to bring her glorious pussy down to a level your can access what was once well our of reach. And I want you to imagine those perfect labia, those succulent lower lips parting for you as she descends lower and lower until she is practically performing the splits with her legs and laying on her torso across the table. Such was the amazing sight my eyes beheld.
Suffice it to say that I stared dumbfounded at her with a completely parched, dry throat.
“Ask your giantess goddess politely to enter her,” she smirked back at me, practically giggling as I gawked at her heavenly form.
“My amazing giantess goddess, may this mere mortal please feel her divine womanhood? I know I’m unworthy.”
“Come and enjoy your reward, little mortal,” she answered back in a tone befitting a true monarch.
I stepped up to her and stared down at the round, muscular ass and her spread wide labia, and then I pressed the head of my penis against her, my eyes going wide by how tight she was. It was amazing to me how turned on she was by all of this.
I had to dip my knees a little to press through and begin to enter her, listening as she gripped the edges of the table in her fists and whimpered back to me as I began to fill her “Deeper,” she begged me in a very small voice, though that hardly distracted me from such an incredible experience. “Deeper,” she whimpered again, reaching back to my hands, which were placed on her rump, grabbing it tightly. She grabbed my wrists and yanked me forward, so I did as requested and pushed myself all the way in to an incredibly satisfying whimper.
“You’re giantess goddess can hardly feel you, little man,” she squeaked. It was an obvious lie, but a sexy one nonetheless. “Make sure you don’t hold back. I want you to make your insignificant presence known,” she squeaked, but with gritted teeth.
I liked her being in charge like this, and I liked pleasing my giantess goddess even more. I rammed my hips into her hard and fast while she buried her face into the surface of my table, whimpering and squealing with each collision as I pounded her. “More, little man, MORE!” she demanded, reclaiming a little more of the tenor in her voice that had been lost in her little squeals, but not a lot.
I shifted my hips left and right, pressing into her in multiple angles in a bid to elicit another orgasm from her, and she definitely appreciated my efforts. She appreciated it enough that her footing slipped in one of her platform heels and it toppled, sending Shandra’s hips askew, but even so, she commanded me to keep going. I grabbed her ass as hard as I could, which also seemed to build the pressure up within her and leaned my weight on her as I pounded her from behind like this, but in the end, I was far too excited by everything and I unexpectedly exploded inside of her just as I was getting to the point where I thought I might get her to climax with me. I thrust spastically my last couple bursts into her womb and then fell forward over her, before sliding back and dropping to my knees.
A moment later, she slid back as well and curled up on my lap on the floor. She may not have reached the destination I wanted to bring her to, but she purred in my arms nonetheless, even after she had managed to clumsily pry her platform heels off of her feet.
She curled up tightly enough that after a while, I scooped her up into my arms and carried her to the bedroom where she lay against me, wrapped up in my arms as tightly as she could manage, still purring away. “You liked that,” she teased me.
“That’s an understatement,” I answered back and smiled when she reached up and kissed me. “You seemed to like it too.”
“You’re pretty fuckin’ hot,” she complimented me.
“Even though I’m just a mere little mortal?”
“Giantess goddesses adore their pets more than anything else in the world,” she teased me. “Especially after how good you just did.”
“I didn’t manage to get you off again,” I answered with a bit of guilt in my voice. She looked up at me and stared with mild surprise.
“Are you serious?” she asked me, and all I could do was nod. “Let me tell you something,” she began and straightened out, leaning up to me. “I have had one, that’s ONE boyfriend who ever got me off, and he didn’t do it nearly as well as you did earlier. All the boys I’ve ever dated treated me like I was… a trophy. They could pound like little bunny rabbits, but they never even tried to get me to climax. In fact, the first time I ever climaxed, I did it by myself, when I was home alone. I had to teach myself how to do it. My boyfriends have always been clueless about my body and how to make it work. You have gotten me off every time we’ve gotten together.”
“Yeah, but only once tonight,” I explained.
“Brendan, that wasn’t one orgasm, that was THREE,” she explained to me. I was genuinely surprised to hear that. Even though it was a powerful orgasm, I hadn’t seen any evidence that it was more than one while it was happening. “You stubborn little boy,” she teased me with a cheeky grin. “You started the one and you wouldn’t let up and the first one rolled straight into the second and then the third. Trust me. You did more than enough to satisfy me tonight.”
“I like getting you off,” I answered her and she grinned and giggled at me.
“You’re gonna have to slow down tiger,” she warned me. “I can’t climax as much as you’re trying to get out of me. I have my limits, you know.”
“I’d like to explore those limits,” I bantered back playfully.
She of course laughed at me and curled up more tightly in my arms. “I couldn’t cum again tonight because you wore me out. You already passed my limit.”
“Yeah, but the last time we slept together, you were climaxing almost non stop.”
“Do you have any idea how pent up I’ve been the last three years?” she laughed at me. “You know, what? After that, my coach was PISSED because I was coming up short when jumping for spikes the next day in practice because my legs were still weak from what you did to me. Amber even warned me to lay off the sexcapades because I couldn’t perform on the court and it was pretty obvious I was glowing.”
“You say that as if it’s a bad thing.”
“It’s a horrible thing if I get caught!” she laughed at me, then kissed me. “I’ll take that risk, though,” she added.
“I still can’t bring myself to see turning your legs to jelly as a bad thing,” I told her after a long moment of silence. Shandra pinched me and giggled at me, then snuggled back into my arms.
We lay like that for god knows how long, easily over an hour. I wasn’t sure if Shandra was still awake, but I certainly was. I felt better than I had earlier. I felt better by leaps and bounds, but I was still unsettled by the coordinated fires and explosions set around the city and the pain and suffering I’d witnessed the entire day. I was certainly tired enough that I should have fallen asleep, but just the same I couldn’t shut my brain down enough to fall asleep.
Eventually, Shandra lifted her head, either because she had woken up or because she was still awake that entire time as well and she looked at me with a soft smile.
Another simple gesture that eased my heart and I smiled back. “I don’t want to look a gift horse in the mouth…” I began tentatively and she grinned at me while her eyes sparkled.
“Then don’t,” she quipped back.
“I’m worried about the chance you took coming out here to see me tonight.”
“When my quad-mates learned that you had been at the fires and helping out there, they insisted I come see you. They’re covering for me.”
“Then I seriously owe them.”
“Good luck trying to make good on that,” she teased with a twinkle in her eyes. “It’s okay. I’ve got it covered. I kind of thought the others would be here though. Why on Earth did they leave you after what you went through?”
“Time out, remember?” I answered her in a lackluster voice. Shandra sighed and pressed her head against my chest, shaking it.
“Are you keeping me a secret from them?” she asked.
“No, but I’m also not spending time talking to them like I normally do. Normally, all I need to do is tell one of the girls something and they share it with all the others almost immediately. But right now I hardly hear from any of them. I didn’t even know that Janelle was out of town.”
“When do you think the right time to tell them about me is?” she asked.
“I’m not sure. I don’t want to put it off for too long, but I’m also thinking right now isn’t the time. Not if you want to try to get in their good graces. I mean it’s the perfect time if you just want to go it alone with me.”
“You think they’d dump you if they found about me?”
“I’m not sure. I’m also not that worried about it. I’ve kind of reached my limit.”
“So four were here, one is out of town for some reason, but what about the last one?”
“They didn’t say. I’m pretty sure it’s because she had a hot date, though.”
“They are lucky to have you, especially given the state of things these days. I can’t believe they’re out looking for something else.”
“Well, I don’t have a career yet, no money, no house… It’ll be a while before they’re small enough that I can keep them all here in a one-bedroom apartment together. If you want to meet them, I’m thinking we should start with Julie. She’s definitely the leader of the group and this all started with her, even though she’s not exactly in the position of alpha anymore.”
“The two biggest ones are. How tall are they?”
“Five foot six.”
“Pffft… I’ve got them hands down, then. At least until I start having my accelerated spurts.”
“I can talk to Dr. Jurek about it, see if there’s anything you can do,” I offered.
“I already did. There are a couple options, but the school isn’t going to just let me do them, and if I push the issue it’s going to raise a lot of questions.”
“So she knows about you and me?” I asked.
“No. Absolutely not. I asked her about how she’s managed to avoid any spurts the whole time I’ve known her. It took a little bit of pushing, but she eventually told me about her treatment program and she admitted to the down sides to mine. I told her that all the food and other restrictions were driving me crazy and that I wanted to try something new. That was when she explained what my future was looking like and how she wasn’t going to be able to sneak me onto another program. She’s not the only PhD working with us, after all. Besides, her treatment program isn’t as fool proof as ours is. Well, not as fool proof for as long as it works.”
“Did she tell you how bad it would be once the spurts start kicking in?”
“She doesn’t know. It could be catastrophic and fast, or I could lose my size in a trickle. She said that the smallest woman she has ever worked with was on the beta version of our program, though and she said she was really, really tiny.”
“She told me that woman was 27 inches tall,” I answered her.
Shandra lay there and contemplated, though I had difficulty reading any kind of expression from her. I guessed that she was using her amazing poker face to keep me from seeing how stressful that revelation was.
“She did tell me that the spurts happened over the course of a few months before they got her stabilized,” Shandra eventually shared.
“So how do we stabilize you? Before it gets to that point?”
“That scared of losing your giantess goddess?” she teased.
“That scared of you going through pure hell,” I answered back stoically. “You admitted how terrified you were going through your first spurt. I don’t want you to have to go through that.”
“It’s going to happen. There’s no stopping it,” Shandra answered me. “Just… be there when it happens. That’s all I want.”
“But if we can find some way to push them back until…”
“Just be there with me,” she insisted. “I feel safe with you. I think that’s the best thing I can have when it happens.”
I continued to be unable to sleep for the remainder of the night, though Shandra stayed up with me, comforting me and soothing me every time I tensed as I thought of the day’s events and even fooling around with me a little as the night went on. Eventually, we agreed that I would approach Julie first, just as I had suggested and hopefully arrange a meeting if Julie didn’t completely lose her shit over my new fling outside of the main group. In the end, she did want to try to fit in with them, so she asked that I find as clean an opportunity to break the news as possible. After all, this was the only opportunity she had to avoid living a constantly shrinking life under her father’s oppressive thumb.
She left around 4 in the morning and slipped back into her dorm under the cover of darkness, sharing a text of “made it” to me when she was safely back in her room. It had been a tough day, but thankfully, I’d been saved by the women in my life.