Use your fingers, your fists, then your head! (Oops!)

You caress down the long fleshy folds of Dorothy's womanly lips. While yours are half your hand-span, the giant portress' lips are more than two of your hands long, with rippling, scalloped edges, mottled in pink, brown, and deep red. And at the keystone of her arch, a great swollen plum of a clitoris, the ruby fruit nestled in her jungle of shaggy red-gold bush.

"So lovely and gentle, Golondrina," Dorothy says. "So soft, your little hands."

"So amazing!" you say. You stroke your hands over and over across Dorothy's cunt. You feel a pulse beat here, a rush of moisture there, a twitch that parts her petals. Her clit moves visibly as you stroke the length of her great, blooming flower of pleasure. Watching the signs of her desire makes you catch your breath.

Dorothy laughs, low and throaty. "You can touch me harder now. Pull and tug, now, dear."

You put a hand on each scalloped, fleshy fold curtaining her womb, and start pulling on them in turn, squeezing and tugging. They respond like you're milking the blood into them, swelling and parting to reveal the wet pink cave of her entrance.

"Such a DARLING," Dorothy says, a brassy note coming back in her voice. "Keep pulling, Golondrina DEAR."

You follow her directions, stroking, squeezing, tugging, seeing her flower swell open under your hands.

"DARLING Golondrina," Dorothy says. "My little PILLOWS." She points a big, thick finger to the fuzzy outer lips framing the slippery flower petals you've been tugging on. "Press them, push them, lean hard on them, girl!"

You lean forward, putting your weight on your hands, and lean into the plump outer lips of Dorothy's vulva, the red-gold bristles of her bush tickling your palms.

"HARDER, dear. Strike them with your fists!"

You ball your fists and pummel Dorothy's outer labia, hammering them with blows.

Dorothy's pelvis rocks. "Oh, oh, OH!" she calls out. "YES!" She takes a deep, shuddering breath. "Ah. Golondrina, dear, will you put a hand inside me?"

"In...side?" you say. You look at your hand, then at the wet pink entrance of her womb, slippery with the fluid of her desire. "Oh. Inside."

"YES, dear," Dorothy says. "Inside."

You edge your knees closer and work one hand between her swollen folds, steadying your balance with another hand on her shaggy mound of Venus. Dorothy accepts your hand easily inside her body. Deeply, up to your elbow. You feel her muscles squeeze gently round your forearm. Your heart races with excitement.

"Oh, my!" you say.

Dorothy says, "Ah, YES, dear. Like THAT. Now see my pearl, under the little hood? Touch it now, dear. Squeeze it, rub it."

You cup her swollen plum of a clitoris in your hand, rubbing up and down, sliding the hood up and down. Dorothy's womb squeezes harder on your arm and her pelvis quakes, giving you a shake.

"YES!" she cries.

"Oh Dorothy!" you call in excitement. "Oh!" You bend down and put your lips to her throbbing pearl of pleasure.

Dorothy bellows in pleasure. "YES!" Her womb clenches tight round your arm and her pelvis thrashes, yanking you up and down by your arm. You slip, your head bumping against her folds. There's a gush of wetness splashing your face, then another. You turn away and another splash soaks your hair.

Dorothy's spasms gradually subside. Her womb releases your arm. Your shoulder's a bit sore from the shaking.

"Oh, DEAR one!" Dorothy exclaims. "Come up and give us a kiss, sweet GIRL!"

You wipe the juice out of your eyes, then crawl up Dorothy's belly and breasts to meet her lips with your own.

"Oh, dear, girl, you're all wet!" she says. "Did I do that to you? Poor BABY." She cuddles you in her arms. "You make me feel so good, dear. So good." She takes a deep breath, then exhales a sweet moist gust over you. "Oh!" she adds with joy. "Such DELIGHT. Would you, will you do it again? With BOTH hands?"

You press your lips hard to Dorothy's. "Yes!" you say.

You turn round and crawl back down Dorothy's trunk. She pats your buttocks fondly and gives them both a squeeze with one big hand. "Darling little girl," Dorothy says.

You turn round and nestle between Dorothy's spread thighs. Everything is more wet, more swollen, and deeper pink than when you started the first time. The heat of Dorothy's flushed skin radiates onto yours. Your sodden hair, slippery from Dorothy's joyful eruptions, feels cool on the back of your neck.

You caress her long folds, feeling their wetness. Dorothy trembles at your touch.

"Yes, darling," she says. "In me, now."

You place your hands together palm to palm and press forward. Dorothy takes both hands into her womb, both forearms, almost as easily as she did one.

"So LOVELY, dear girl!" Dorothy says. "AH. Move in me, now, in and out!"

You move your arms forward and back. Dorothy gives out rumbling sighs of pleasure. But before long, your sore shoulder starts giving you trouble. You pull back.

"What's WRONG, dear?" Dorothy says.

"My shoulder. It got pulled a bit last time," you say.

"No matter, it was lovely," Dorothy says. "I'll just use my...BOTHER!" she complains.

"What is it, Dorothy?"

"I had a nice polished wood post, you know," Dorothy says. "A bedpost, I suppose. Turned on a lathe and polished so smooth. Nice and thick, and all those round bumps. So good inside me. But I haven't seen it. Perhaps some naughty student has stolen it."

You boggle at what strange magical purpose a giantess' bed toy might be put to. Or maybe they were just being mean.

"Ah well. If you see it, it's about this round, at its thickest." Dorothy circles her fingers. "About as big as your head."

"Let me try it with my other hand," you say.

"Bless you, dear," Dorothy says.

You put your fresh arm inside Dorothy's womb and clench your fist to thicken it up. Working your forearm in and out with your other hand caressing her swollen plum of a clitoris, Dorothy's hips quiver as she reaches toward another peak of joy.

"So close, dear, so close," she says. "Oh... If you were just a little bigger, dear girl..."

As big as your head, Dorothy's post was.

At an impulse, you bend and give Dorothy's twitching clitoris a kiss, then take a couple of deep breaths. You withdraw your arm from Dorothy's womb. Grasping one of Dorothy's thick inner lips tightly in each hand, you pull your head inside her body.

You feel her voice rumble with a groan of pleasure. It's tight and wet with your head inside. Working quickly, you move one hand up to Dorothy's clitoris and cup the wet, swollen plum in your hand, worrying it up and down. Another bellow of pleasure sounds dimly through Dorothy's flesh. Her womb clenches down, squeezing your ears painfully against your head. Alarmed, you lift your hands and push against Dorothy's vulva, trying to extract your head. But her muscles hold you too tightly. Your fingers and toes start to tingle, and a green blur blooms in your vision. You hammer your fists urgently against Dorothy's body, trying to get her attention that you've done a stupid thing and have to stop now.

Dorothy's body convulses. Her hips quake, bucking up and down, shaking your body by your head and neck. Her bellows of pleasure vibrate through your head. Eruptions of warm, slippery fluid splash across your back and shoulders. Your blood sings in your ears. The bright yellow-green stain of airlessness covers your vision, turns to red, and then to black.

You wake, coughing, cradled in Dorothy's arms. She pours another bowl of cold water across your face. You sputter and cough again.

"AH, there, girl!" Dorothy says. "I was so frightened for you." Her great, broad face looks down at yours. She shakes her head. "Whatever possessed you...?" She looks up and to the side. "But such pleasure, such pleasure, ahh," she says, trailing off into a mumble. "Dear, dear, girl. Never do that again."

A fat tear falls from her cheek and onto your face.

She cuddles you close. "You're such a darling, I would do anything for you," she says. "I want you to come back and visit me again. But we should not do that again." Again, the quick look away.

You fill in her unspoken words. No matter how much pleasure it brought.

"Right," you say, nodding very gingerly. Still, you feel proud of yourself. Bringing Dorothy such pleasure with your daring.

"Should we take you to the Infirmary, dear?" Dorothy asks. "Oh dear," she says, offering you a handkerchief as blood drips from your nose.

Holding Dorothy's handkerchief to your bleeding nose, feeling your sore neck and bruised face and ears, you take stock of yourself.

On a 7-9: Gain +1 XP from success when you HAVE SEX with Dorothy (3 XP total). Take a CONSEQUENCE from exhaustion as a result of an epic false move.
On a 7+: Apply the Leontes Sex Move: Gain Dorothy as your FRIEND.

You have 3 XP total.
Your FRIENDS are Fergus Firetail and Dorothy the Porter.
You now have a FAVOR from Dorothy and from Fergus Firetail.
You have a CONSEQUENCE (bruises, strains, bloody nose). -1 on rolls till resolved.