Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories From: SueNH@aol.com Subject: You Big, Me Doll (m/f, giant) Date: Thu, 04 Aug 94 13:52:55 EDT Big Time For A Small Woman I'm deep into my sleep, and a dream come bubbling to the surface of my unconsciousness. In this incredible fantasy world, I have become a doll-size woman, maybe 8 inches tall. Strangely, this all seems totally normal to me, like I've always been this size! I am naked and playing in the bottom of my big bathtub with just 3 inches of warm water in the bottom. It is like being in the bottom of a huge basin of Lake Powell, with the smooth sandstone cliffs rising above me and the warm waters lapping around my suntanned legs. I lean back my head as if the ceiling light was the desert sun, and suddenly a cloud blocks out the light. I open my eyes and look up to see a huge foot lowering from above, and I dive into the water and swim to the opposite end of the tub. From this vantage point, I can see more clearly what is happening. That foot is attached to a massive, muscular leg, and following it up, I can see the rest of a giant's body -- your body. Everything is so gigantic from my doll perspective, not the least of which is your cock, which dangles down toward the water and sways back and forth as you bring your other foot over the edge of the tub and into the water. This generates a wave that almost knocks me off my feet, and I shout up to you to be more careful. You let out a loving laugh, and then move ever so slowly to lower your body down into the water, with your feet on either side of me. This raises the level of the water, so that I swim around and do some dolphin dives, coming up near one of your ankles and climbing aboard. With my feet planted in the crook of your ankle, I lean back against the flat top of your foot, and reach over my head to grab hold of your middle toe. My nude body is stretched out long over your foot in a most provocative "centerfold" kind of pose that I know you like. Your smile becomes broader, and I can also see a little twitching in the surface of your flaccid cock that is lying draped over your thigh. Hanging on to your toe, I pick my feet up off your ankle and raise my toes up and up until they are over my head near my hands with the toes pointed straight up. Now you can see the tight muscles of my long, slim legs, and you can see a bit of pink flesh between my clenched ass cheeks. I let my legs separate enough for me to let my face appear between my knees, and then ever so gradually, I continue to allow my feet to move apart, with my legs straight as your cock will soon be. It takes a full minute for my legs to reach their horizontal attitude, but when the do, I look like an upside-down letter T, with all my weight hanging down from my arms and your toes. Every muscle is tight and my body is slicked down with the tub water and with the sweat of my exertions. I look straight into your eyes, and I can see you straining to focus on my crotch, which is spread absolutely wide open for your examination. My private parts are, of course, normal sized to my eyes, but they are incredibly petite to you. I'm a walking, talking, anatomically correct, warm blooded doll. No correction.... make that hot-blooded, for displaying myself to you has not only been provocative to you, it has really turned me on. A third kind of moisture is now slicking down my skin between my outstretched thighs. But I can't hold myself up any longer, so I gracefully let my pointed toes drop back down to your ankles, and I let my gaze drop back to your crotch. At the end of the long crevasse dividing the two pink ridges of your legs, there rises a tower of flesh that is almost scary in its dimensions and its sudden appearance. My natural curiosity overcomes my abating fear, and I know that I must get up close and personal with your monument to sensuality. After all, it was erected in my honor! I recall my high-school gymnastics as I careful walk down the hard bone of your shin. It is so much like walking the beam that I impetuously spring forward onto my hands and do a handstand split. Again, my spread thighs give you a view of the wet folds of my cunt, with the outer lips pulled wide open so that you can see the purple inner lips and the tiny entrance to my cunt, which is opening and closing in suggestive winks. I walk forwards on my hands until I reach your knee, and the upslope knocks me off balance, so that I tumble off your bouncy skin into the water. Again you bellow your warm laugh, and then you reach both of your hands down to scoop me up into the cradled palms. There in the puddle of water, I roll around until I am on my back, my head at your fingertips and my feet dangling down between your wrists. You lift me up toward your big, wide face, and then I see the wet pink tip of your tongue sneak out from between your lips. Out it comes from its hideaway, until it extends three inches, almost half of my entire height. You lift my doll-body up to your tongue, and gently, ever so gently, probe at my miniature toes. If feels both monstrous and at the same time incredibly sexy. I spread my feet apart and run them up either side of your tongue as it twitches and squirms. Playfully, I kick my heels into your tongue,and you respond by wagging it back and forth, swatting my feet further apart until I let them settle down onto the heels of your palms. Again, my legs are spread and my cunt is split open to your view. I arch my back, raising my ass up off your palms and pushing my cunt up toward your tongue. Your tongue is so big and slimy, but I know you'll figure out what to do with it. And you do. First you stretch the tip out as far as you can and insert it under my ass and up to the small of my back. I wiggle my hips around on the slippery surface of your tongue, and I can feel the hard bumps that feel rub my skin like a loufa sponge. Then you pull your tongue back a bit, and lap upward through my crotch and up and over the top until I can actually wrap my arms around the firm flesh and I bring my head forward and plant a big kiss onto your tongue. It's like kissing a whale's tongue (do they have tongues?). With your tongue extended up and out like this, the flap of skin under your tongue is taut, and I push my cunt up to it and hook my feet over onto the top of your tongue, rubbing my puffy lips against this hard ridge. After a bit of experimenting, I'm able to get some pressure directly on my clitoris, and I rub it back and forth over this string of slippery flesh. Yessss, that feels so good, and my face is buffeted by your sweet breath as I stimulate myself on the underside of your tongue. When I get close to my orgasm, I lay back into your palms and let your tongue tip lap up and down through my crotch. I beg you to make your tongue more pointy, and this helps put more pressure onto my clit. I reach down with my hands and pull my outer labia out of the way. It's hard to keep my grip as your tongue pushes around and around. It's working for me, and my climax is getting close. My head lolls back over the tips of your fingers and your thumbs reach over my arms and begin to rub lightly over the points of my nipples. The ridges of your fingerprints feel so incredible when scaled to the proportions that I am experiencing now. My nipples and my clitoris and my brain are all connected into a frenetic feedback loop, and the electrical charge is now over the threshold of sanity. My orgasm washes over my tiny body in a way that makes me feel like I must be 8 yards tall instead of 8 inches. Everything is so big and wet and slippery and I feel so excited and wonderful. The moments stretch into what seems like eternity. Finally, the waves of pleasure abate, And I open my eyes as you pull your cupped palms away from your face and lick your lips. I can tell that you enjoyed playing with my doll body. Now it is time , we both know, for my doll's body to play with you. Your hands drop to your tummy, and I jump off the "flying carpet" and my feet snag in the hair that curls up on your lower torso. I fall forwards and land right as the base of your cock, which has is now lost its erection while you have been paying attention to my needs. For the moment, it is maybe 4 inches long, and lies out over your thigh. I crawl along it's length and when my face is even with your cock's head, I stop to examine it in detail. The smell is so strong, even though you have been in the tub for a while now. I know you are clean, yet the sweet-and-sour smell is still there, will always be a part of you. I love it, and it's kind of intoxicating and so erotic. I kiss you just under the helmet shaped crown, and run my tongue along this edge. There are little bumps and undulations that I also rub with my hands. Already, this is having an effect on you, for I can feel the size of your cock swelling, and the surface temperature is rising noticeably. I nibble and kiss my way up to your piss-hole at the tip of your cock, and use my fingers to pull it open enough for me to lick all around inside, and now I have to wrap my arms around the entire head as your cock is moving and twitching , maneuvering itself around so that it points up at your chin. I crawl up on top of your cock, and now it is at least as long as I am tall. I let my head rest on the long tubular ridge and I can feel the rush of blood pumping into your cock in time with your quickening heartbeat. Now I bring my lips up to the little sting of skin just below your pisshole, and I lap my tongue all around, again licking the ridge and bumps and all the way up to your hole. Clear, salty pre-come oozes out and covers my entire face as I pull some into my mouth. My arms are wrapped around your cock, and I can just barely link my hands and this gives me the leverage to squeeze and release and squeeze and release your cock. I'm using my whole upper body as a pump, and I also let me feet gently probe toward your balls. You like this idea, and you take one hand and cup your balls bringing them up toward my fee so that I can lightly roll the skin around. My small body is stimulating you,but after 10 minutes of this, it becomes obvious that I just don't have enough strength and weight to do the job by myself. So you take the pink of your other hand (the one that isn't cupping your balls) and insert it between my legs and you use that finger to rub up and down on the surface of your cock. The rubbing also affects the inside of my thighs, and I am able to spread my knees enough so that your pinky gives me an occasional random rub over my cunt. So now my face is stimulating your cock's head, my chest and arms are pumping the top of the shaft, your finger is stroking the lower shaft, and my feet and your other hand are tumbling in your balls. None of this stimulation is too strong, but the cumulative effect is finally enough, and I feel your cock stretch out even longer and get hotter. More pre-come is dribbling out, more than I can lap up. Now I feel stronger pulses pounding within your cock, and I pull myself up and over the head of your cock, giving you a chance to use your entire hand to stroke the length of your cock. sitting cross-legged in the indent of your navel, my head is even with the wobbling crown of your cock, and I use my hands to massage the entire head, using the pre-come as lubrication. Suddenly your hand squeezes harder onto your cock, and the first jet of come jets out of the opening, The glob is forceful enough to push me over onto my back, and I am covered with the hot, sticky cream. Spreading my legs, I don't have to wait long until you direct the second jet of come right into the juncture of my thighs, blasting my entire cunt with the stuff. More and more comes out, and I massage my skin and face and hair with the cream. I'm sure that I look like a wet cat, but I'm not worried about appearances. Now my hand reach down between my legs and I start to rub my clitoris vigorously with the flat of my hand. As your orgasm diminishes, you gently let the weight of your cock rest down onto my torso, and my hand is trapped under the soft, hot, wet weight. But I continue to masturbate beneath your deflating blimp, and with my other hand, I scoop up puddles of your milky cream and feed myself this long awaited dessert. When my orgasm comes, it is softer and longer and more tingly than my first one. I am transported to some other heavenly place, where my senses are heightened by our erotic experiences. My eyes close in the minutes of pleasure, and when I open them, the scene has changed. I am back in my bed, my dream has ended, and it is dawn. You are here with me, kneeling next to my head with your half-erect cock hanging down over my face. I stare into your eyes with love and gratitude, and my hands and head lift up in unison to grasp your cock and draw it into my mouth, ready for more and more of my dreams to enter my morning... and my entire day. It is going to be quite a day, I can tell. Subject: "On The Dock" (m/f) Date: Thu, 21 Jul 1994 12:13:20 UTC ON THE DOCK by Sue I've rented a cabin for my one week Summer vacation. It's way out in the woods of Maine, with a path that leads down to a privately-owned beach with a low dock and a canoe. I'd been there several times before, and it is just the perfect place to get away from it all, and to recuperate from the rigors of my work and my increasingly wild and complicated social life. As soon as I pull into the driveway and drag my suitcase into the bedroom, I walk straight down to the water's edge. It's so secluded there. Only one other cabin is on this stretch of the shoreline, and I've never seen anyone occupying it. Otherwise, it's a half mile to the nearest civilization. As I had done in other years, I feel comfortable with skinny-dipping in this secluded spot, and so I strip down immediately and dive into the cool, clear water. It is such a sensual feeling having the liquid press against all of my flesh, intertwining with my long flowing blond hair and my arms and my legs and my sparse pubic hair. Immediately, my nipples harden and become sensitive, and I can feel the contrast of cold water and the warm flesh of my cunt. The breast stroke is my favorite when I swim in the nude, as it allows the water to wash deep in between the folds of my labia. After swimming out a hundred yards, I flip onto my back and float on my back, paddling slowly back into the dock. The sun beats down on my face, and through my squint I can see the erect nubs of my nipples floating above the lapping wavelets. I pull myself up and onto the dock, and arrange myself on the chaise lounge chair facing the sun. Then I smear sun lotion all over my body. Once the wide expanses of skin have been covered, I drop some lotion onto my breasts and give them a deep and gentle massage, twisting the slippery nipples. Oh, I'm getting stimulated now, and it's not long until I squirt lotion into the palm of one hand and smear it into cunt, and I make circular motions with my fingers that push and pull my swollen lips back all around. I pull my knees back toward my shoulders and let my feet be planted on the dock well to the sides of the chair. Now using the fingers of both hands, I grasp the outer lips and pull them wide apart, leaning forwards to examine my wet, pink flower of womanhood. The petals are crinkled and scalloped, and I can see the opening to my vagina winking open and closed. It is too much for me to hold off, so I insert one finger deep inside and hook it upward so that it can circle and play over my G spot. My other fingers dart and dodge all over my unhooded clitoris and inner lips, and I can feel the flesh inflating with the hot blood of my desire. It is amazing how quickly my orgasm arrives, I'm sure that I have only been playing with myself for a couple of minutes. But here it is already, pulsating and throbbing all through my body. In the solitude, I feel safe in expressing the beauty of this moment, so I let out deep sigh that slowly transforms itself into a guttural grunt and finally a rising scream that would probably scare anyone if they could hear me. But this is exactly how I feel - wild, uninhibited, and free. Gradually, I let the muscles of my body relax, and my head loll back. Pulling my soaking-wet hands out of my cunt, I spread the liquid over my upper thighs and up to my belly button. Hearing the twitter of the birds over my head, I am soon fast asleep, dreaming of wild sex with strangers. Slowly, the dreamy sleep state ebbs from my body, and I become increasingly aware of reality. But with my eyes still closed, there is something going on that seems connected in with my dreams. I hear people talking about sex. Where am I? I though I was alone out in the wilderness of Maine. But I'm sure that these voices are discussing sex, specifically stories that they have read on the Alt.sex.stories group of the Internet. Oh my god, these are real people that read that stuff. So do I, and recently I even posted a story myself ("Me Doll, You Huge"). They have probably read my story, I realize. Hearing them talk, it is obvious that they really get off on the wild fantasies. Opening my eyes slightly, I squint out over the water to the dock of the supposedly uninhabited cabin. Sitting on the edge facing my dock are two young and beautiful people, a man and a woman, maybe 25 years old or so. They look like they could be magazine models for Calvin Kline: sleek, tanned, and tightly muscled. Their bodies are certainly easy for me to examine, as they are also enthusiasts of skinny-dipping. Their wet hair lets me know that they have already been in for a dip. I must have been deep into my sleep to not be awakened. As I sneak my look at them through hooded eyelids, I realize that what I can see of them, they can see of me. I am also nude. In fact, I am laying back on this chaise lounge with my legs still spread to either side, and my cunt spread wide. Now that I focus attention on my position, I can even feel the cool touch of the breeze on my damp cunt. Without looking, I know that my golden pubic hair is matted flat to my pubic mound, stiff with the dried up vaginal juices that I spread around. My instinct is to pull my legs together and to run away back up to the cabin. But I feel frozen in this position, and now that I think of it, it is a little late to be modest, for they have been sitting on the dock facing me for a while, I guess. They are only 40 or 50 feet away, so it seems a little silly to become modest and secretive about my body when they have already examined it in detail. So here I am being an exhibitionist, and it is a new and exciting experience. I can feel the first tendrils of sexual flame coursing through my nerves, yet I'm not sure what to do about it. So far, they have no indication that I have awakened. Should I sit up and wave to them, starting a conversation as if this was a chance meeting in the supermarket? As I lay there trying to decide what to do, I let myself hear the content of their dialogue. They aren't talking about the erotic stories on the Net anymore. They are now discussing parts of a woman's body. How beautiful a woman's breast is when it is firm and upright, and when it has a kind of secondary breast that lies just under the surface of the areoles. how perfect is a nipple when it is hard and straight, with a squared-off end like a pencil eraser. And how attractive blond pubic hair is, the wispyness that only partly hides the narrow crevice of the pink-lipped cunt. How an excited woman's cunt becomes engorged with blood and swells up until it looks something like a fuzzy, ripe peach, juices running down the slice until the drip into the rosebud of her asshole, and then down onto the plastic cushion of the deck chair. Wait a minute... did they say deck chair?... WOW, this isn't an abstract discussion of an anonymous woman's sexual parts. They are talking about me, and through squinting eyes, I look into their faces and see their gazes fixed directly on my totally exposed body. Those double-mounded breasts and the swollen, dripping cunt that they have described with enthusiasm and admiration are mine. I guess that I am dripping with sexual tension and anticipation, now that I think of it. This is so arousing being discussed as if I am not here. And the compliments are making me feel good too. A big part of me knows that I am an attractive and healthy looking woman, but every once in a while, I begin to doubts begin to creep in. Just a few minutes ago I found myself comparing myself to these two beautiful people, so it boosts my ego to hear myself praised. Their appreciation of my sexual attributes has had a not-too- unexpected affect on them. Dropping my hidden gaze down the man's body, I can see his erection pointing straight up into the air, and now the woman reaches over his thigh and begins to squeeze and fondle his cock. In turn, his hand inserts itself between her thighs and she spreads her legs. And I thought I was uninhibited to remain lying there for them to see. Don't they think I might wake up? Well I guess they don't care, or maybe they are hoping that I will wake up. They certainly haven't been speaking in whispers, for I have been able to hear every word over the short expanse of water. Again I am wondering what I should do next, and My thoughts are preempted by their actions. I hear the woman say that she doesn't feel the need for physical foreplay, that the scenery of the lake and their graphic talk has made her ready and anxious to have the man start to fuck her right away. They speak so explicitly to each other! He teasingly tells her that perhaps they should wait a bit, but she laughs and then pleads with him to get with the program. With that, she twist around so that she is kneeling on the deck with her rear end pointing right at me. He kneels beside her and reaches over her ass cheeks and runs a finger down into the crease of her cunt. Now that they have turned away from me, I can open my eyes more fully, and this allows me a better view. The first thing I notice is that both of them are shaved completely. There is not a single hair on either of their pubic hairs. It makes them seem younger, although they are obviously not teen agers. And in their current positions, I can see her cunt looking just like the peach that she saw in my cunt, with the wet split down the middle. His cock juts out and arches up, occasionally bumping into her hip as he slides his finger back and forth in her cunt, massaging her clitoris. She is obviously enjoying this stimulation, but she isn't satisfied by it. She wants his cock now, and he finally relents to her begging and position himself behind her ass, toes draped over the edge of the dock. My view of her cunt is now gone, but is replaced by his smooth ass with rippling muscles fluttering around as he inserts his cock into her cunt. Once he is deeply embedded, he shifts his weight onto his left knee, and lifts his right foot up and over her leg. His right thigh is almost up and over her ass, and now I can see his hairless balls dangling below his exposed asshole. Since they are both facing directly away, I lean forwards and crane my neck towards the couple. One finger begins to toy with my clitoris, but I am too enchanted with the view to pay much attention to myself. Now the woman is emitting a sharp grunt each time the man sheathes his long curved cock deep into the scabbard of her vagina. her shoulders drop to the deck, one fore arm cradling her head. Her other hand reach under herself and I can see exactly what she is ding in the shadows of their thighs. She is using four of her fingers to prod and juggle his balls, and as he saws back and forth, she extends her thumb back into her cunt, so that it can rub hard over her clitoris. The work of her hand results in the reward she has intended, for now they are both howling and hollering. Maybe this is kind of like what I sounded like when I was masturbating a few hours ago. I am amazed at how long they are able to keep this up. They seem so close to the peak of their excitement, but they hold off having their orgasms. When they appear to be getting close, the man becomes motionless, and the woman rocks herself methodically onto his cock. When the time finally arrives, he grasps her hips and pull her ass hard into his groin as he repeatedly lunges his cock into her as if he were the piston in a motorcycle engine. I can see his sweat- shiny ass cheeks glisten in the hot sunlight. His muscles suddenly tense up and he stops moving as his orgasm seizes control. The woman screams at his that she is coming as well, and she starts to grind her ass around in a circular motion. Just at that moment, the man swivels his upper body around so that he is facing me again, and his eyes lock with mine. A broad and friendly smile covers his face, and the tip of his tongue licks around his lips. As his orgasm mounts and then passes its peak, his eyes clench shut, and he surprises us all by arching his body backwards, which shifts his weigh enough to pull the woman and him out over the edge of the dock. Joined together still at the hips, they flail their arms outwards and splash into the water. And then they sink below the surface. Where did they go? They have disappeared for at least 30 seconds, and the surface of the water becomes mirror-still again. With the glare of the sun, I can't see through the reflective veneer. I begin to worry about their disappearance, when they scare the daylights out of me by launching themselves out of the water like cruise missiles, only 3 or 4 feet in front of my position,splashing water all over my sun-heated skin. It makes me jump up from my chair, and on impulse, I leap into the air, curling myself into a tight cannonball, and land next to them in the lake. When I come to the surface, we wordlessly come together in a three-way embrace. Each of my hands slides down a back and grabs hold of a hard ass cheek. They do the same to me... It's going to be one hell of a week here in the Maine woods. I thought I was here to get away from it all in complete solitude. Now it appears that I've stumbled into a wild and animalistic orgy that will both excite and relax me in a way that I could only dream about. Will I need any of the clothes that I brought? I hope not. Time will tell. I'm tingling all over thinking about the rest of the week.