Theo and the giant

Theo gulped, but kept his cool nonetheless. “Um, that would be swell,” he said, hastily adding “Christy...”

“Well, then,” she answered, stepping closer, “Let’s see what you’ve got for me...”

As she placed a hand on the youth’s crotch Christy reeled, and had to fight to stay on her feet. It was coming easily somehow, her act, as if it really were the most natural thing to be interrupting her shopping to gratify the sexual needs of a passing stranger. She blinked and looked down; it felt as though her hands had acted without her, already holding a sizeable piece of man-meat and sliding back and forth. As Theo grew she pulled the skin gently further back each second.

She sensed movement in her periphery and jerked her head sideways. A hand, his hand, had appeared near her hair, as if drawn to it like a moth to light. Christy still couldn’t smile, so opted to make up with soothing words.

“Would you like to touch my hair, Theo?” she asked, “My pixie faerie hair. You want to, don’t you?”

Without thinking she grabbed his hand and pulled it toward her orange curls. He caressed her gingerly. Down below meanwhile, stimulus was taking effect. In her remaining hand was quite a respectably proportioned slab of girth, and richly sculpted with engorged veins. And she’d offered to take that into her mouth...

More for her own benefit than poor Theo, Christy murmured “Better taste you now than never,” before slowly crouching. The worshipping hands never left her hair on the way down, and she fancied they were holding back from actively pushing her along. Just as well, she thought. It was all going fine for now, but only so long as she crossed her own boundaries without external pressure.

The moment of reckoning came, and it was her turn to stifle a gulp. True, she had the upper hand, she was top dog, any whim of hers would probably be humoured, but it wasn’t the same as with Chrome Dome. She was going to have to actively perform for Theo before getting respite. She opened her mouth, and unceremoniously sucked his cock between her lips, not wanting to give herself time to think, not wanting the chance to chicken out. It was warm, of course, and the smell of sweat was discernible nearby, likely from directly between the youth’s nervous, wobbling thighs. She pulled herself forward a bit, letting him fill her as much as she was comfortable, now acutely aware of his hands on her head, still only showering veneration on her, but still holding potential power to trap her. She grabbed hold of his hips just in case, so she could shove him back if need be.

“Aw, my...” she heard him moan up above, and tried to think what to do. Just being in her mouth was clearly giving him vibes, but it would carry him to satisfaction. She pressed her tongue against the shaft tentatively, feeling the central column beneath the skin, exploring the pattern of criss-crossing tunnels under the surface. She slid back a little and licked the ball on the end, great fleshy mushroom now fully exposed and free of the foreskin. Theo grunted and his fingers gripped her skull through her curls. He was enjoying it so far.

As she came up with more new tricks to service her partner, Christy couldn’t help but start to think of herself, and her own enjoyment. Chrome Dome had managed to please her in spite of the weirdness. One of Hel’s phrases was stuck in her ears, the one about making it fun in order to cope. But on top of that, there was a knotting in her lower abdomen, a sort of building heat. She knew that if she touched herself now then she’d moisten rapidly. Would it hurt to indulge? Besides, if Theo unexpectedly turned a little too bold, it would ease entry...

She was still contemplating whether or not to try and finger herself when she felt a presence materialize behind her. Christy tried to freeze still and get a sense of what it was, interrupting her back and forth on Theo’s cock, but he surprised her, firmly pushing her on, until he prodded at the back of her throat. Her lips touched his abdomen just in time for two foreign hands to trace the line of her hips from behind.

“Found a unique one here, haven’t we, boy?” said a man’s voice. It was deep and gruff, rumbling like some huge stone doors in a great reverberating cavern. Christy’s fearful moan was drowned as Theo moaned in acquiescence. The rumble continued “She must have Terran blood to be so pale, don’t you think?”

Theo was only too happy to agree. “Yeah,” he said, voice breathy with excitement, “A beautiful earthen Pixie.” He was bucking his hips now, going deep into Christy’s throat. She was having to fight the urge to pull away, but at least didn’t have much work to do now, merely to gasp for air between thrusts.

The hands of the giant, for that was how she pictured the other man, slowly and gently moved around Christy’s narrow waist. They caressed her tummy, and slid down toward her crotch.

“I hope you don’t mind if I take her from this end first,” said the giant, “I’m sure she’ll still have room for you in her afterwards...”

“Please,” Theo nodded vigorously, “Be my guest.”

It was surreal how they spoke of her like she wasn’t there, or like an object, or some animal. But even while morally repulsed inside, Christy knew it appealed to her on some plane. It was almost unsurprising when fingers finally found their way to her slit and found her pussy dripping.

“I like your grooming habits, girl,” said the giant as he smeared her wetness around her smoothly kept lips, “Keep yourself pure, pure like maidens of old for their future husbands...” he chuckled, “Yes, your myriad future husbands. How the past was constrictive!”

He went on, carried away, as he lifted up her backside and made her settle her weight on her knees and calves. The words were captivating, dancing around the obvious yet never acknowledging what she knew to have happened, as if the speaker was only vaguely aware himself. “Men and women used to court each other. They had complex rituals and codes. They would spend years picking a single mate, and then were shackled to it for years more!”

She felt him thump to his knees behind her, one hand leaving her suddenly. She wondered if he was holding the bottom edge of the food shelves for support. He must be an ancient giant. Still he went on, “Men in this very City used to have single wives and vice versa – in living memory! Why, my father was such a man. He fathered me to the same woman who took his virginity, and he hers. Can you imagine such a thing? Can you see yourself like that, Boy?”

Theo was beyond the conversation, completely absorbed in throat-fucking his personal faerie, but the senior didn’t seem to notice. He scooted closer, and Christy could feel warmth near the junction of her legs, a third presence snaking its way toward her orifice most intimate. “What a time we live in,” said the giant, his voice so low and gravelly it could have been that of **** himself, “That I can freely walk about, see what I see, choose my wants," and with both hands gripping her hips tightly, he exhaled "And do this!" thrusting into her from behind in one sudden plunge.