Three Giantesses Have a Boundary Conversation Then Fuck in the Woods, Pt. 2
“Chloe. Do like me. Lift with your legs.”
“Okay.”
“What
are you two–”
Kayla
rushed forward, and grabbed one of Abigail’s thighs. An instant later, Chloe took the other. Each of Abigail’s legs was far thicker than
Chloe’s hips, and weighed as much as both girls combined. But these weren’t your average ladies. With shocking strength, they hoisted her legs
onto their shoulders and lifted – forcing Abigail off-balancing, making her
fall onto her back.
“You
guys!” Abigail giggled. “What the hell?”
Kayla
tugged up Abigail floral sundress. “Hey
Chloe, look. She’s wearing my panties.”
“Oh wow,
that’s p-pretty naughty. Did you, um, do
that on purpose Abigail?”
“No? No! Eve
picked them out!”
Abigail
started to rise. But Chloe was there. Blushing brilliantly, the smaller woman put
her foot on the center of Abigail’s chest. Her quads flexed explosively as she stomped
Abigail back to the ground.
Both her
miniature friends were standing over her now. Chloe, grinning with almost hysteric glee. Kayla’s smile, playfully malevolent.
“Yeah,”
Kayla said. “It’s damn good, looking
down on you again. You’re gonna be a
good girl and do what we say now, okay? Oh! I
should’ve asked – are you okay being called a good girl?”
Abigail
bit her lip, and nodded emphatically. “Just don’t add ‘little.’”
“Deal. Chloe. Hold her down.”
Chirping
excitedly, Chloe obeyed. She climbed
aboard, kneeling with all her weight on Abigail’s chest. Her little hands shook with excitement as they
pressed down against Abigail’s shoulders.
Chloe
leaned in, until her lips brushed against Abigail’s ear. “Please don’t move.”
Kayla
was between her thighs now. The woman
twisted her fist in the elastic of Abigail’s panties. “Lift your hips.”
Abigail
did, and Kayla skillfully stripped her undies down to her ankles. She inspected them for a moment, a bemused
expression on her face – Abby could only imagine what she was thinking, looking
at someone else wearing a pair of her own underpants that had swelled up to the
size of a canvas shopping bag. But then
Kayla tossed them over her shoulder, and turned her attention to the place
where Abigail’s legs came together instead.
“Hey
what a surprise – you’re soaking wet.”
“I’ve
been wet since I first saw you two,” Abigail grumbled. “Back on campus.”
“Quit
with the back-talk.”
Kayla’s
bare foot came down against Abigail’s inner thigh, as though the woman was
claiming her. “This is my first time
seeing you like this. I’m gonna take a
moment to appreciate it. You’re really
pretty down here, Abby.”
Abigail
whimpered.
“Oh and
yep, you just got even wetter. Looks
like someone’s got a praise kink. Plus you clearly enjoy being watched. Neat thing, about having a giant pussy? It makes it really easy for me to tell when
you’re excited. Right now, your labia’s
tightening up, and your clit’s getting a lot bigger. You’re also turning a really gorgeous shade of
red. And you smell really nice, too. Mind if I take a closer look?”
Abigail
shook her head, and opened her legs wider.
She
sensed, more than felt Kayla draw in. Bringing her face down, near enough that she
could feel the warmth of her breath against her pubic hair.
“How’s
she doing up there ‘Klo?”
“She’s
breathing hard. Her pupils are really
big, there’s goosebumps on her arms, and….”
“Perfect.
What happens when I do this?”
Something
small and smooth tugged against her clitoral hood. She felt a wisp of cool air, just before warm,
wet lips pressed against the tiny bundle of nerves between her thighs.
“She
squeezed her eyes shut. I think she’s
embarrassed that I’m watching her this close. But she moaned really loud.”
“I heard
that part. If she keeps doing that, it’s
going to attract an audience. Chloe,
keep her quiet.”
Chloe
looked flustered. She put her hand
experimentally over Abigail’s mouth, found it was too small to cover her
completely. She shot a nervous look over
her shoulder, clearly considering asking for help – but instead, took
initiative to solve the problem on her own.
She put
one hand on each side of Abigail's mouth, closed her eyes, and planted her tiny
lips firmly over Abigail’s. Quieting her
moans with a kiss.
“Now,”
Kayla said. “I’m going to have a little
fun down here. I want to see all the
ways you react when I touch you, and learn all about what my big new girlfriend
enjoys. Only, as much as I enjoy the
sounds you make, you’re way too loud at this size. We’re going to try non-verbal feedback. If you like what’s happening, give me a thumbs
up. Thumbs down if I should do something
different. And if there’s a problem, I
want you to tap the ground hard, three times. Got it?”
Abigail
gave her a thumbs up.
“Good
girl.”
The
words made her feel incredible. Warm,
and full, and somehow safe. It felt
almost as good as what Kayla did next. It was hard to tell, but she thought the woman
had slipped her entire hand inside Abigail’s sex. It wasn’t quite big enough to fill her,
but even so, Kayla went very, very slowly with her. Giving her labia, hood, and clit gentle,
random stimulation. Planting tiny little
kisses as she eased her way inside.
“You’re
moaning,” Kayla snapped. “Stop it.”
Abigail
whimpered an apology.
“It’s
okay. Now. I’m going to move, and I want you to track the
motion of my hand. What you’re going to
do is, plant your feet on the ground. Lift your hips using your lower abs, and
engage your pelvic floor. But don’t move
Chloe – keep your chest completely still. Got all that?”
Abigail
considered, feeling overstimulated. After a moment, she gave a tentative thumbs
up.
“Just
follow my hand.”
Kayla
started to pull out. Abigail followed,
lifting her vulva toward the sky, trying to keep the woman as deep inside her
as possible. Higher and higher she went,
until she could go no further. Kayla
gave her a few rewarding kisses, made her hold the position until Abigail began
to shake with the effort. Then very
slowly, the tiny Dom led her down again.
Her ass
had barely touched ground, before the woman made her raise again.
She
could feel herself starting to sweat. The muscles of her abs strained, her thighs
trembled. This was so hard, especially
with Chloe to consider. But Kayla kept
rewarding her efforts, touching her more firmly when she succeeded, praising
her this way. It felt so fucking good.
“These
are hip raises,” Kayla explained. “Chloe
drank the last of the muscle potion, so there’s none left for you. You’re fucking beautiful Abby, don’t get me
wrong. But you’ve got a lot of work to
do if you’re going to catch up with us in the bodybuilding department. Everything still feeling good?”
Abigail
gave an enthusiastic thumbs up. Fighting
for height again as Kayla pulled away.
“There’s
another benefit, too. I bet you’re
feeling it already. There’s a pressure
inside, right? Just beneath your belly
button, getting stronger the more we do this? Feel where that is, and keep pushing against
it.”
Kayla
led her through a half dozen more hip raises, massaging her clit all the while.
And the longer it went on, the more that
pressure in her core continued to build.
Finally,
at the top of an arc, Kayla’s hand stopped. She gave her clitoris a final stroke, then
thrust both hands inside her. The
smaller woman’s fingertips began to roughly massage Abigail’s g-spot.
It was
so much. The effort, the sensation. It felt like she was going to explode.
“Here’s
what you’re going to do,” Kayla growled. “I’m going to count backward from ten. As I do, you’re going to slowly, slowly, relax
your way to the ground. Don’t let your
butt touch the dirt until we get to zero.”
“I can’t
keep her quiet!” Chloe cried.
“Abigail!
You listen to me. At zero? I want to relax. Let everything go. Especially that pressure you’ve been squeezing
against. It’s going to release, and it’s
going to feel strange, but you’re going to let it do what it wants. Understood?”
Abigail
grit her teeth, pumping her thumb over and over toward the sky.
“Ten. Nine. Eight.”
Chloe
kissed her, staring into her open eyes. Abigail’s whole body was shaking now. Her abs were practically on fire.
“Seven. Six. Five. Stay with me Abby, slow down. Four. …Three.”
She was
already starting to relax. That pressure
inside felt like a wild animal, struggling to be free.
“Two. One. And. Zero. Relax, sweetie. Don’t move a muscle, let everything go.”
For a
moment, she felt nothing but exquisite relief. Then the pressure overtook her. Her orgasm was close – only a hair’s breadth
away, as Kayla continued to aggressively stroke her g-spot. But without being able to flex and push
herself over the edge, she could only float in that state. The desperate need to cum built, and built,
until it became so great that it felt like an out-of-body experience.
At long
last, the pressure burst like an exploding dam. Abigail screamed, every muscle in her body
involuntarily flexing. A torrent of her
excitement sprayed out, soaking the flood plain like a summer cloudburst. It was unlike any orgasm she’d ever had.
It ebbed
finally. Feeling completely wrung out,
her body went slack, and she lay panting in the mud she’d helped to create. She had never squirted before, didn’t believe
she was capable of it. She was learning
all sorts of things about herself this week.
Kayla
stood over her, smirking. “Good girl.”
The
woman was soaked from head to toe. With
a playful grin, she wiped one hand over Chloe’s face and neck, spreading
Abigail’s essence on her skin. Then
Kayla leaned down, and did the same to Abigail. Without thinking, Abby opened her mouth, and
took the woman’s whole hand inside, sucking her clean. Tasting herself was another new experience. It had always felt off-limits before, but the
flavor was quite enjoyable. The
good-girl look on Kayla’s face practically made her swoon all over.
“So,”
Kayla drawled. “That was a warm-up. Don’t worry, I won’t make you do anything so,
ah, strenuous for the next part. But you
got way too loud there, sweet thing. A
big girl like you? Your voice… carries. So this time, we’re going to make it a
training opportunity. You’re going to
learn to be completely, utterly silent. Got it?”
Abigail
thought about it. Then tapped her hand
on the ground three times in quick succession.
Kayla
straightened, her theatrically dominant demeanor falling away at once. “What’s up?”
“The
speech restriction thing,” Abigail said. “I had a bad experience with it lately.”
“Got it,
I’ll remember that. What would feel good
instead?”
“Hm. I said earlier I’ve been feeling exclusively
top energy lately. You’re a fucking
amazing Domme, and I seriously want to take notes from you later. But I’m tired of just lying on my back. Is everyone okay if we change things up?”
“Absolutely,”
Chloe said at once. “Though please don’t
ask me to co-top Kayla with you. I think
I’m at my limit for that today.”
“Got it.
Are you okay taking my orders instead?”
Chloe
grinned. “I’d like that.”
Abigail
looked to Kayla. “How are you feeling
about this? I have a couple thoughts
about how it might go. I don’t need to
be in charge, if that feels bad to you.”
The
muscular woman stroked her chin. “I…
have to admit I’m curious. Don’t get me
wrong, I’m looking forward to being taller than you again – but it seems silly
not to find out what you’re capable of at this size.”
Abigail
raised an eyebrow. “Meaning...?”
Kayla
shook her head, and laughed. “Meaning, I’m
okay with letting you take the reins, and doing what you tell me. As long as you don’t make me lie down and not
do anything. And it might take me a
minute to feel submissive, after what I just did to you. Can you help me make the transition?”
“Sure. I have an idea for that.”
Abigail
reached down, and lifted Chloe off her chest. She was so small that her fingers could wrap
most of the way around her waist, and she seemed to weigh about as much as an
overstuffed pillow. If Abigail had
resisted her tiny friend’s attempts to hold her down, Chloe wouldn’t have stood
a chance. Seeing that realization dawn
on the woman’s face was priceless.
She put
Chloe down beside Kayla, and lifted herself onto her knees. In this position, she utterly towered over her
friends. Neither girl’s head came much
past her navel. It was hard to remember
that her two little friends were enormous in their own right. But then, the signs were everywhere. Both girls were taller than many of the trees
that ringed the flood plains – though Abigail towered over all but the tallest
ones in the forest.
Far off
in the distance, she could see tiny city workers, trying to keep would-be
oglers off the trail. It was a Sisyphean
task, and ultimately pointless. There
were towering condos all around the edges of the park, and many of the
balconies were full of itty-bitty voyeurs, drinking in every detail of this
encounter between goddesses.
It gave
her such a thrill. Being watched like
this. She imagined this was what it felt
like in the moments before you were struck by lightning. The potential. The charge.
She
inhaled deeply, accepting the energy – then looked full into Kayla’s face,
channeling everything she felt into her gaze. Saying with her eyes, the curl of her lips,
the set of her shoulders, that Kayla belonged to her now.
“Hmmph,”
Kayla said. “Not bad.”
“Chloe,
strip her for me. Take your time about
it. And do not keep your hands to
yourself.”
The two
women looked at each other uncertainly. A huge amount of information clearly passed
between them without a word being spoken. After a moment, Kayla gave the tiniest of
nods. Only then did Chloe obey.
She
slipped behind her girlfriend and helped her remove her t-shirt. The muscular woman wasn’t wearing a bra today,
and Chloe immediately began to stroke her fingers over Kayla’s breasts. Her hands moved in a very particular way –
drawing a slow circle with the flat of her palm around Kayla’s pectorals,
followed by a little pinch of her nipple, and three gentle tugs. Kayla’s face softened, her eyes losing a bit
of focus. She didn’t make a sound, but
it was clear Chloe had done something that immediately put her girlfriend into
a much more submissive headspace.
She’d have
to remember that move for later.
“Her
jeans now,” Abigail ordered.
Chloe
had to get on her knees to accomplish this. Kayla obligingly stepped out of them, all the
while maintaining eye contact with Abigail.
“I like
watching you work, Chloe. While you’re
down on your knees, I want you to keep touching her. Show me something else she likes.”
Chloe
nodded, and thought for a moment. Then
she grinned, and softly planted her lips along the curve of Kayla’s waist, just
below her ribs.
The
woman flinched, giggling.
“Klo! I’m ticklish!”
“I
know.” Chloe did it again.
“H-hey! Come on now!”
“But you
like it.”
Kayla
twisted her hips, trying to get away. “It’s… ha! It’s embarrassing, though!”
Abigail
laughed. “Think of it as a test of
endurance, Kayla. Hold still, as long as
you can.”
Kayla
grimaced, then held her breath as Chloe continued to tickle her. Little gasps and snorts escaped from between
her tightened lips.
The
sounds grew more intense, as Chloe’s touch became more intimate.
Chloe
ran her mouth over the muscular woman’s thigh. She wrapped an arm around Kayla’s waist,
stroking her fingernails through the coarse length of her pubic hair. Not quite touching her groin, but defining an
area around it with her attention, tickling her all the while. It was unorthodox, but Kayla was obviously
enjoying every second of it.
Chloe
seemed more certain of herself in this role. Perhaps it was the familiarity with Kayla’s
body, but Abigail had the sense there was more to it. The exhibition Chloe put on felt like an
initiation. Or maybe it was closer to
say, an invitation. ‘This is someone I
care for. Here’s how she likes to be
touched. Would you like to touch her,
too?’
Abigail
allowed the show to go on for a while, enjoying the display, feeding off the
energy of her two little friends. But
soon impatience got the best of her.
“Okay,
my turn.”
Abigail
pinched Chloe’s tiny wrist between her thumb and forefinger, helped her to her
feet. The girl yelped, and then giggled,
as Abigail spun her around. She pinned
the smaller woman’s back against her groin, and made her face toward Kayla.
Carefully,
Abigail began to strip her.
Kayla
watched, her jaw set, hands clenching and unclenching as she waited for
Abigail’s instruction.
“Um, can
I like… help with that?” she said at last.
Abigail
smirked down at the tiny woman. She had
Chloe down to her white cotton bra and panties now, and was idly running her
enormous finger over the woman’s prodigious breasts. From the sounds she made, Chloe was feeling
sensitive today.
“For
now,” Abigail purred. “I want you to
watch. But I don’t expect you to be
idle. Chloe showed me a few ways you
like to receive pleasure. I want to see
more. Touch yourself for me, Kayla. In whatever way feels best.”
Kayla
blushed, but didn’t hesitate. The naked
woman bent at the knees, spreading her legs, flexing her thighs. With one hand, she opened her lips. Slowly at first, she allowed her first two
fingers to stroke back and forth against her clit. Pausing every so often to massage in rapid
little ovals, getting rougher with herself all the time.
All the
while, watching, as Abigail played with Chloe.
She had
her friend’s panties down by her ankles now, but she was still struggling with
her bra. It was under a whole lot of
tension, and the hooks were so tiny. When at last she managed, the bra practically
exploded from her chest. Abigail
massaged both the woman’s breasts with a single hand for a moment, then gently
urged Chloe to the ground. She helped
her lay on her back in front of her, with her naked groin facing her
girlfriend.
“Can I
touch her?” Kayla panted. “Like. Please?”
“Soon.”
Abigail
lifted her sundress, and crawled forward on her knees, until Chloe lay
perfectly between her thighs. She gave
her smaller friend a reassuring pat. “I’m going to sit on your face, Klo. Tap my leg if there’s a problem.”
Chloe
nodded. She was smiling so, so big, just
before Abigail lowered herself onto the tiny woman.
Chloe
didn’t waste any time.
And
Abigail didn’t bother to stay quiet. She
leaned into the urge to be loud, made her voice theatrically sensual and
over-the-top. The sound echoed across
the forest. Chloe was moaning too. Her tiny hips thrust in the air in an inviting
arc, giving Kayla something to watch. It
was clear Chloe understood that part of the goal here was to get her girlfriend
hot and bothered, and she was playing her part marvelously.
Kayla
was almost at a fever pitch now. Her
hand blurred as she attacked her clit, her mouth open, her teeth showing. Her hips subtly moved in time with Chloe’s.
“Am I
allowed to cum?” she husked.
“No,”
Abigail grunted. “Go down on her. Now.”
Kayla
rushed forward to obey.
“But,”
she added. “Make sure you keep a good
grip on her thighs. I want you to hold
on as if your life depended on it.”
The
muscular little woman hesitated at these ominous words – but only for a
fraction of a second. Then she was
between Chloe’s legs, kissing and lapping at her eagerly. Her powerful arms tucked around Chloe’s quads,
gripping them tight, like a frightened amusement park patron holding the safety
bar on a roller coaster.
Abigail
made her wait a little, before the ride began. Chloe had her right at the precipice of another
release, and now that Kayla was pleasuring Chloe too, the girl was
extra-inspired. Just before the orgasm
took her, she looked to one of the condos across the street, and picked out one
of the tiny folk watching her at random – a cute guy maybe in his thirties –
and locked her gaze with him. She shared
the experience, just with him, as she came.
His
expression of hopeless want gave her energy for what came next.
She bent
forward and wrapped her fists around each of Kayla’s ankles – then effortlessly
lifted the entire lower half of her body, spreading her legs. Kayla held on desperately to Chloe, keeping
her mouth locked between her girlfriend’s muscular thighs. Abigail continued to lift her, until she could
reach the tiny girl’s sex with her tongue.
There
was an immediate chain reaction. Kayla
screamed, her face still buried in Chloe’s quim, and in turn Chloe howled with
pleasure. Abigail tightened her grip,
flicking her tongue over the pea-sized bump of Kayla’s clitoris. The girl struggled, instinctively trying to
kick free, but really, she had no chance. Abigail was relentless, showing no mercy,
raining passion down upon her with an unbridled ferocity worthy of her size. She didn’t pause for an instant, even as she
felt Kayla’s body stiffen, and tasted the change in her as she climaxed.
She
continued her assault for two full minutes. By then Kayla’s cries had grown decidedly shrill,
and Chloe seemed to be reaching the point of exhaustion as well. Abigail was only partially satisfied – but
then, her friends were a lot more delicate.
She
relented. She carefully lowered Kayla
back to the ground, and set the two red-faced, spent little women side-by-side
in the grass. She lay down with them.
From the
floor of the flood plain, only people in the tallest buildings could see them. Abigail made a crescent shape with her body. She shielded the two of them from view,
letting the smaller women snuggle close as she protected them with her size.
“Everyone
okay?” she asked softly.
Neither
answered with words. Kayla gave a
satisfied little groan, and pressed herself against Abigail’s chest. Chloe lifted her head, and gave Abby’s knee a
weak little kiss.
They lay
like that, as the afternoon wore on, and the sun sank toward the trees. There was the low hum of insect life, and
Abigail thanked her lucky stars that the three of them were too big for the
mosquitos to bother.
There
was another species of bug though, and its whine was annoying. She was near to dozing by the time she heard
it, and felt a deep resentment for whatever was making it. It was clearly getting louder, too.
She
blinked, recognizing it for what it was. Helicopters. Four at least. And approaching fast.
“Get
dressed. Quick.”
They
stirred, looking irritated, until they heard it too.
“Remember
to stay behind me,” Abigail said, closing her hand around Eve’s charm. “Don’t look at her.”
“Aye
aye, captain.” Kayla began to pull on
her jeans.
“But
we’re in this together,” Chloe added. “Let us help.”
“I
will.”
Mackenzie
stepped past the tree line, heading right for them.
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