SHARON

SHARON

SHARON'S TURN

By Scott Grildrig

The warm summer night greeted Sharon as she left the Dew Drop Inn bar, where she

worked as a stripper. It was only about two miles from the bar to her home, and

since her car was in hoc, she was forced to walk. She wished Carl, her boyfriend

was home. But around these parts the men stayed out late, and the house would be

empty.

Her high heeled shoes clicked clacked on the tarmac as she hiked under the light

of the full moon, her shadow dipping into and out of a gully that ran along side

of the road. After less than a quarter mile she pulled off her shoes and went

barefoot, walking in the warm wet grass of the gully. She made good time,

covering the first mile of the distance within about fifteen minutes. The night

was free of man-made noises, only crickets, a gentle breeze, the far off

croaking of frogs guided her on her way.

Which made the approach of a car just that much more annoying.

It came at her directly, with its highbeams on, blinding her, so she did not see

but rather heard the car slow, its wheels grinding ever more slowly on the road

surface until it came to a complete stop.

"Turn your fucking lights off!" she yelled, and she heard male laughter echo

from the automobile. Shielding her eyes she began to abandon the road when she

heard the car doors open.

"Hey, baby." leered a voice, "What'ca doing out so late?"

"Yeh." said another, "It's not safe out in the dark."

"You're drunk." said Sharon, as she continued to back away.

"Ooooo, we're drunk. Are you drunk?" "Fucking right, gimme another beer." "Hey!"

"Hey what?" "Where's my beer?" the voices echoed and weaved aimlessly. Then one

piped up "Hey, I seen her, she's one of them strippers from that bar down the

road."

"What? Don't tell me the fucking placed is closed. Hey baby, is the fucking

place closed?"

Sharon nodded, her eyes had adjusted enough to count five men standing by the

car, "Yeh, half an hour ago. Try again tomorrow."

"No fucking way." said one of the voices, "We came to see some cunt."

"Yah." said another, "None of the other places are open for us."

"Come'on, strip for us baby. We'll pay you real good." and Sharon heard the

sound of a zipper opening.

Without a second thought she whirled and ran.

Behind her the men whooped and took off after her.

Too inhibriated to run straight, they lost ground on her at first, but the

darkness hindered her flight, as the shifting patterns of mooncast shadows

confused her view of the treacherous ground. A stick or a stump caught her left

foot, not enough to hurt her, but enough to unbalance, and she fell heavily to

the earth. In a twinkling one of the men was upon her, pinning her to the

ground. Sharon gasped for breath, crushed beneath his weight. She twisted her

head and watched as the man's friends caught up. They were all panting heavily

and arguing amongst themselves.

"Fucking bitch, damn near broke my ankle on that gopher hole."

"Come'on Randy, get off her."

"Don't tell me what to do, asshole." whined the man on top of her.

"Fuck both of you." said another, "I want to see the bitch squirm."

The man got off her back and rough hands pulled her to her feet, a beer soaked

beard thrust itself into her face. "Yah, you're one of them strippers alright,

must have a halfway decent body. Les'see." And grabbing her shirt in both hands

he ripped it, buttons flying every which way, exposing her naked breasts to the

warm summer air.

"Goddamn, look at those melons." "Shit, she's stacked, man could smother in

those tits." "Yah, bet'cha the rest of her is as good as her mounds." and the

rough hands tugged and pulled clumsily at her blouse, her jeans.

It was unbearable.

But rather than scream...

...Or try and get away...

Sharon tensed.

Feeling neither fear or humiliation she felt rather anger and lust.

Her body was suffused with her rage, livid with it, it coarsed through her veins

like molten lead. Her muscle and sinew, blood and bone screamed for power.

It made her feel giddy.

Invulnerable.

With astonishing ease she grabbed a man and tossed him aside, then rolled

swiftly to her feet. Her chest heaved with the weight of her passion, she felt

like she might explode.

An incredible transformation surged through her body.

Arching her back Sharon screamed like a vixen as a feeling as intense as an

orgasm exploded in her loins and set her skin on fire. Sudden as a explosion,

swift as a hot wind, tall as a building, vast as a cliff, Sharon began to grow.

Her already voluptous body expanded enormously, impossibly, rose to colossal,

gargantuan proportions. Her breasts swelled within the confines of her blouse,

her arms split the seams, and it fluttered to the ground. Her jeans bludged,

stretched, then burst from her thighs to her ankles. Grabbing the frayed

material she tore the rest of it from her hips. She was naked, but she wanted to

be.

Ten, fifteen, twenty...forty, fifty, sixty feet tall...seventy, eighty, maybe

ninty feet from the top of her blonde head to the tip of her brobdingnagian

toes.

Sharon was a giantess, a naked titaness, a fantastically shaped female mountain,

an angry, lust filled, colossal young woman. Alone in the summer night, in the

country-side, she stood, dominating her puny attackers with her magnificant body

as though they were bugs. Suddenly it occured to her what had happened, and with

a surprised OOOMPH! she sat down, shaking the ground heavily.

None of the men had been caught under her incredible ass, but they all stood

around, dumb-founded by her transformation, incapable of any thought of flight

or escape. Sharon was sitting on the ground, her legs out straight, crossing the

road.

She pushed herself forward with her left arm and looked down over the

wonderfully awesome swell of her naked breasts at the tiny men below.

Two of them stood between her thighs, two by her left hand, one stood a little

ways off, slowly backing away from her towering body. Sharon smiled a wicked

smile, a woman's smile, keenly aware of her power over these men, delighting in

their terror of her. She closed her legs, that trapped two, pounced her left and

scooped up two more, and rolling to the left she reached out towards the fifth

man with her right hand...

****************

...I spun on my heels and took off like a spooked deer, but it was too late, the

bitch's hand closed around me like she was grabbin' a mouse. Her grip was fierce

and I screamed, then screamed again as she lifted me into the air. The ground,

sky, and stars spun wildly. I could hear Brad and Daren shrieking below, after a

moment I heard Willy and Randy also, but they sounded more muffled. My eyes

adjusted in the moonlight and I realized I was staring into the huge face of

this witch woman. Her blue eyes stared disdainfully at me, she sneered, then

licked her lips, her hand tightened around me slowly, crushing the breath out'ta

my lungs and I shrieked for mercy. That got a smile out of her.

"GOD, YOU'RE SO FUCKING SMALL." she laughed at me, female in timber but louder

than thunder. "I WANT TO CRUSH YOU. ALL OF YOU." and I heard screams but could

not see what she was doing. "BUT NO...NO, I'VE NEVER BEEN A GIANTESS BEFORE.

HMMMMMMM...IT FEELS GOOD, FUCKING GOOD. I'M GONNA BE ABLE TO PLEASE MYSELF FOR

ONCE. I'M GONNA HAVE EACH ONE OF YOU. ONE AT A TIME." The way she said 'have'

made my skin crawl. She lifted her left hand and I could see Brad and Daren

squirming in her fist. She lowered me and a sudden terror filled me as I smelled

her scent, she spread her thighs and lowered her hand to the ground.

"NO FUNNY STUFF, GUYS." she ordered, "CLIMB ONTO MY HAND WITH YOUR LITTLE

FRIEND". And Willy and Randy joined me and she wrapped her fingers around us and

stood up. The ground was fifty feet down and in five stides she was back at the

car. Her barefeet were damn near as big as it was and I thought for a moment she

was going to step on it. But instead she dropped all of us, except for Willy and

told us to get into the car. Then she pinched the doors with her fingers and

bent the frame, trapping us inside.

Brad was screaming, "She's gonna kill us, she's gonna kill us!" and Randy was

crying like a baby. "Shut the fuck up!" I yelled, to no avail, "Who's got the

goddamn keys!"

"Willy does!" whined Brad and he began crying too. I ignored them and looked

outside trying to see what she was doing to Willy.

She had stood up, her right foot clearly illuminated by the headlights of the

car, her toes actually sunk into the blacktop like it was just sand or soft

earth. Things were drifting down from the sky, one red, one blue, one then two

white. With a shock I realized they were clothes, Willy's clothes, he must have

been naked by now. I tried to peer through the windshield up to where she held

him, but could only trace her muscular thighs up into the night.

Then we heard Willy screaming. The giantess was doing something to him,

something horrible, but we didn't know what. And as the shrieks intensified, the

giant stripper girl's left foot twisted a little, and slowly lifted up onto its

toes, and I had the awful thought that she was spreading her legs. Then a moment

later the scream intesified abruptly and something fell in front of the car.

It was Willy.

The fall hadn't killed him, but he was screaming and writhing. It looked like

his arms were broken, and there was blood on his naked crotch, but if I thought

that was the worst, I almost began screaming myself when I saw that colossal

left foot lift completely off the ground and raise itself over Willy. For an

instant the foot paused, and I crazily admired the luscious shape of it, the

delicate, though huge arch, the long shapely toes. She gently placed the ball of

her barefoot on top of Willy, almost covering him, his head poking out by her

big toe, his feet by her little toe. Then she pressed down.

With a final horrible yell and a meaty crunch, Willy was crushed to a bloody

pulp that oozed up between her curling toes, then was smeared like jam as she

ground him into the road.

Brad and Randy were shrieking and slamming themselves against the doors, Daren

was staring blankly at the roof, ignoring everything. So I was the only one who

saw her squat down on her heels.

"GEE, I GUESSED I GUESS HE COULDN'T HANDLE A BIG GIRL." she simpered, "YOU

KNOW," she continued, "YOU GUYS DON'T EVEN KNOW MY NAME. I'M SHARON, I'M

TWENTY-TWO, MY MEASUREMENTS ARE, OR WERE 42-29-36. I GUESS I'VE GROWN A BIT."

and she smiled, "I USED TO LIKE READING BOOKS AND HORSEBACK RIDING. BUT I GOT A

NEW HOBBY NOW. I FUCK WHOLE TINY MEN."

The fingers of her left hand strayed down and spread her labia wide.

"WHAT DO YOU THINK OF MY CUNT? PRETTY BIG, HUH? I THINK ONE OF YOU LITTLE GUYS

WOULD FILL IT UP NICELY, AND I KNOW FEELING ONE OF YOU WRIGGLING AND SQUIRMING

INSIDE OF ME WOULD MAKE ME COME IN A BIG WAY."

She reached forward and pulled the car between her legs then pressed down so her

pussy spread itself across the hood and windshield. I could see her vagina

puckering and unpuckering, her clit was big as my head, her juices smeared the

glass and filled the car with her musky scent.

"TAKE A CLOSE LOOK BOYS." she laughed far above, "I MIGHT TRY TO FIT ALL OF YOU

IN ME." And she began to rub and grind her crotch against the car, the roof

began to buckle under the weight of her mons and the window fractured from end

to end. "OH GOD." she was chanting, "YOU'RE MINE...ALL MINE...ALLLLLLL MINE...OH

GOD, OH GOD, OOOOOOH!" and suddenly the car was lurching. She was spinning it in

her hands, shaking us violently as she inserted a fingernail through the

driver's window and pealed the roof back like it was tinfoil. Reaching in with

her thumb and forefinger she caught me, and lifted me from the car as I howled

in terror. Then she folded the roof back and set the car down, and sat down with

her legs bent over it so those trapped inside could still see her gigantic cunt.

Her hands was hot and rough as she dropped me into the valley of her cleveage,

her mammoth breasts rose up on either side like high rolling hills, tipped by

her dark swollen nipples.

"DO YOU LIKE TITS?" she asked, "ARE MINE BIG ENOUGH?" and she cupped a hand over

each one. "I WISH YOU'RE FUCKING LITTLE MOUTH WAS BIG ENOUGH TO SUCK ON MY

TIC-TACS." she complained. "I SHOULD JUST CRUSH YOU INSTEAD, BUT FIRST DO

Y'WANNA SEE WHAT MADE YOUR OTHER LITTLE FRIEND YELL SO MUCH? BEFORE I STEPPED ON

HIM." She plucked me from between her breasts and held me up before her face

again, her deep blue eyes were alive with unhibited lust. "IT WAS FUCKING

INCREDIBLE." she said, "MY BAREFOOT COVERED HIM EASILY, I COULD HAVE DONE

ANYTHING WITH HIM, BUT I WANTED TO KNOW WHAT IT FELT LIKE TO SQUASH A TINY MAN,

SO I STEPPED ON HIM." She licked her lips at the memory, "I COULD FEEL HIM

WRIGGLING UNDER THE BALL OF MY BIG FOOT, TRYING TO ESCAPE FROM ME, AND WHEN I

PRESSED DOWN HE SHRIEKED AND I FELT HIM CRUNCH, BUT THEN IT TURNED CREAMY AND MY

TOES FELT WARM AS I SQUISHED THEM AROUND HIS PUNY BODY AND SQUEEZED UNTIL HIS

FLESH OOZED UP BETWEEN MY TOES. IT FELT JUST LIKE MUD AT THE BOTTOM OF A RIVER."

She smiled wickedly, "BUT FIRST, I KISSED HIM." and she bent her head forward,

her full lips wet and slightly parted. She opened her hand and drew me towards

her as though she were drinking from her palm.

She kissed me hard and she kissed me long. Bruising me with her lips, racking me

with her tongue, her massive teeth pressing against me.

Then she raised her head, "NO GOOD," she rumbled, "THE CLOTHES GOTTA GO." and

she ripped my clothing from my writhing body. I screamed in agony as she

wrenched my arm back, breaking it in her ungentle haste to disrobe me. "OOPS."

she giggled, shaking her head so her gorgeous blonde hair flew, "YOU LITTLE GUYS

ARE SO FUCKING FRAGILE. GUESS I'D BETTER HURRY BEFORE I BREAK YOU. NOW WHAT WAS

I DOING? OH YAH, I WAS KISSING YOU."

Her lips opened and her tongue came out and she enveloped my body in her mouth,

licking it roughly, worrying me with her teeth. She growled huskily in her

throat and I knew she was resisting her desire to eat me. My howls filled the

night but I was sure they were only heightening her lust for me as she ran her

hot tongue between my legs time after time until my abused body rose to her

ministrations, delighting her to no end. But then I heard her voice again, "I

SAID THAT I KISSED THAT LITTLE FRIEND OF YOURS. WHAT I DIDN'T TELL YOU WAS THAT

I KISSED HIM -- TWICE."

And her hand dropped like an express elevator, then rose up and my head was

thrust without pause into the folds of her warm wet pussy. I screamed and tried

to grab onto anything, my flailing hand wrapped around something large, fleshy,

wet and hot. Her grip on my body intensified and in my terror I realized that I

was holding her swollen clit. It must have been too much for her because I felt

her hand tighten spasmotically. Imexonerably she thrust me into herself, her

cunt wrapping around me like a fist. The darkness, wet and heat of her vagina

engulfed me, and I screamed and screamed and screamed and screamed...

****************

Sharon looked down between her thighs at the tiny legs protruding from her cunt,

they fluttered wildly as she squeezed him a little. She settled more comfortably

on the ground, shifting herself so the car lights illuminated her crotch.

Reaching down she grasped the little legs of her victim, and slowly began to

pump him in and out. She savored his helplessness, dominated him completely,

used him as her own personal dildo. There must have been just enough air for him

to breath, because she could still feel him twisting and writhing inside of her.

It was good, she wanted him to last a little longer.

Leaving him alone for a moment, his body filling her with the promise of greater

plasure, Sharon reached for the car. Peeling back the roof again, she lifted out

another tiny little man. She ripped off his clothing and examined him

initimately; poking him with her finger, rolling him around in the palm of her

hand. Then she unceremoniously dropped him into her cleavage. As he tried to

stand Sharon cupped her breasts in her hands, and pressed them together.

The tiny man was pinned between her soft but enormous tan globes, and she smiled

down at him. "WHAT DO YOU THINK OF MY TITTIES NOW?" she asked, "AREN'T THEY

GREAT?" Sharon squeezed him a little harder, "I USED TO TIT-FUCK MY BOYFRIEND'S

COCK," she laughed, "NOW I'M GOING TO TIT-FUCK YOUR WHOLE PUNY BODY." and she

slowly began to grind her breasts together. Her little victim shrieked and tried

to wriggle, but she pressed tighter until he vanished between her vast mounds.

Sharon pinched her nipples and kneaded her breasts, acutely aware of her two

little men. A playful squeeze from her cunt started her helpless dildo to

struggling again. Between her breasts she felt her other little sex toy

squirming delightfully.

No menage-a-trois was ever like this.

With delightful anticipation, Sharon abandoned herself to her coming orgasm. Let

her body do as it would with her puny little playmates. Knew it would not be

gentle.

Her body began to gleam in the car lights.

Her head lolled back and whipped forward, and she began to moan. "OH YAH,

FELLA'S...COMEON, MAKE ME CUM...COMEON...COMEON...

OOOOOOH...HMMMMMMMMM...YAH...GOD, YOU'RE SO FUCKING SMALL...HMMMMMMM ...YOU'RE

BOTH MINE NOW......MINE...OH...YOU'RE GONNA CRUNCH SO SWEET!....HMMMMMMM.....I'M

GONNA CRUSH YOU BOTH....OH FUCK...OH... OH....I'M CUMMING! OH YAH! OH GOD! OH!

OH! OH! AAAAAAAAAAAA!!!"

With delicious meaty crunches, Sharon mashed both her little men at the same

instant. The sudden change from writhing resistence to twitching pulp made plain

her complete and total power over the tiny man. It amplified her orgasm.

Throwing her head back she screamed her pleasure in a voice that carried for

miles. Her breasts became slippery with gore. Her cunt spasmed repeatedly, long

after its little toy had been reduced to limp pulp. The come down was long and

pleasant. Sharon glowed with the realization of her gigantic power, with the

knowledge that any man, any man at all, was hers for the taking.

Leaning forward she wiped the gory mess of her tit-fuck off with her hand and

onto the ground. Then with her fingers she extricated the stringy gooy remains

of her little lover from her cunt. Looking at the wonderful effects of her

climax, she shook her head in amusement: no doubt about it, she played rough

with her little men. But the little pricks had had it coming. And she wanted

more.

Which reminded her.

There were still two more.

Reaching forward, Sharon grabbed the car, peeled back the roof, and dumped out

the last two little men. Then she set the car back down, still using it for

illumination...

****************

She tossed me and Randy outta the car like shaking field mice out of a coffee

can. We lay there stunned, nothing really registered at first. Then we saw what

she done to Daren and Jake. Randy wailed and started puking. I didn't feel so

good, myself. High overhead we heard her rumbling laughter. Randy started

backing away.

"STOP, LITTLE MAN." she thundered "I'M NOT DONE WITH YOU YET.", and to our

horror she began to rise to her feet. Her colossal body looming up higher and

higher, all lit from below by the car beams. She looked down at us over the god

awful huge swell of her tits.

"WHATTA YA THINK OF MY 'MELONS' NOW?" she purred happily. "I'M AFRAID YOU'RE

BUDDY WASN'T UP TO A LITTLE SNUGGLE BETWEEN MY TITS. BUT HE CRUSHED UP REAL

NICE." she dug her big toe into the ground, carving up a ditch like it was just

sand. "ALMOST AS NICE AS YOU'RE OTHER LITTLE FRIEND. I SWALLOWED HIM UP WHOLE

WITH MY PUSSY. HE FELT REEEEEEAL GOOD, BUT I GUESS I SQUEEZED HIM A LITTLE

HARD." and she giggled. "I WONDER IF THERE'S ANY JUICE IN HIM..."

And lifting her foot she placed it on the gory remains of Daren and Jake and

with a slurping crunching noise, squashed them like beetles, swirling her big

toes in the mess.

"FEEL'S LIKE MUD." she said. "BUT IT'S NOT MUCH FUN. THEY DON'T YELL OR NOTHING

ANYMORE." she pondered a moment, "I GUESS I'LL JUST HAVE TO USE ONE OF YOU

BOYS." and she grinned evily, squatting down over us like a fucking avalanche.

I was froze in my tracks, my bladder went, I was so goddam scared.

It was too much for Randy, he twisted and tried to run, but she was way too

quick. Her big foot stomped in front him him and he bounced off her toes,

yelling wildly he made another dash. Again her barefoot slammed the ground,

missing him by inches, knocking him to the ground. Then her big hand reached

down and snapped him up like a wriggly fish. Randy was shrieking like a banshee,

and flopping all over. She looked him over for a moment, then snapped her

hand...once...twice. When she set him down again, Randy looked real queasy. He

lay on the ground moaning and feebly trying to move. I thought about running,

but then she stood up.

Lifting her right barefoot she set the heel down about eight feet below Randy's

feet and slowly stepped down. Randy groaned and shakily raised one arm, but

didn't move.

I dunno what idiot impulse took me over at that point, but I screamed "No!", and

darted forward to save Randy. I pummeled the side of her massive foot with my

fists, then reached under it and tried to hold it up. I threw my head back wth

the effort.

That's when cold sense returned to me.

She was staring down at me, and lookin' right amused.

Then she winked at me.

Slowly she pressed down again with her barefoot, her eyes never leaving me. I

screamed at her, begged her for mercy, and kept right on trying to save Randy.

When her foot got too low I dropped flat, and tried to pull him out, but she had

him pinned; the ball of her foot resting lightly on the side of Randy's head. He

was facing my way, and he blubbered and pleaded and begged me to get him out.

From high overhead, Sharon's voice said, "HMMMMMM, I CAN FEEL HIM. ALL OF HIM.

BETTER SAY GOOD-BYE. I DON'T THINK I CAN KEEP OFF HIM MUCH LONGER.

HMMMMMMMMM...I WANNA FEEL HIM SQUISH..."

Suddenly, Randy's cries turned into hideous shrieks. I screamed with him, and

watched in horror as her great foot pressed down. Randy's head distorted, his

wail faded as she crushed his chest, he gurgled obscenely and spewed out his

guts, then like an overripe melon his head burst, and still her mighty foot

stepped down. Randy's bones snapped and crunched, his body split and squished,

her god awful weight turned him into liquid mash. And as her toes splayed to

support her colossal body, the ground cracked and sank almost a foot. The gory

pap that had been Randy oozed up between her toes, and she wriggled them in it.

That was it.

That was fucking IT!

I ran...

****************

Sharon watched with delight as the tiny man tried to rescue his doomed

companion. His puny hands offered no resistance at all as she lowered her foot.

The little man under her foot writhed from the pressure she was applying to him.

Both men were screaming wildly. When she stepped down, the sensation of the

crush, the screams of the tiny man, everything knoted up in her gut in a

delicious sensation of absolute power, and she reveled in a thrilling little

orgasm.

She only half noticed when her last little man fled from her.

She was in no hurry. She wriggled her toes in the pulp of her latest kill, and

slid her foot back, smearing the mess along the ground. She was having fun.

Her cunt tingled with anticipation.

She needed that last little man.

Stepping forward she picked up the car, and using it like a flashlight, went

looking for him.

****************

It was cat and mouse.

I had a lead on her, but she was faster. I could dart and hide, but she could

look down from her dizzying height. I had the night, but she had that goddam

car. Twice she wandered close passed me, once her car-sized foot crunched down

right next to where I was tucked in, and I struggled not to scream. She seemed

to be enjoying herself, but she was also getting angry, and I could hear her

yanking whole trees out of the ground during her search.

I tried to head north, back towards town, but the swamps pushed me east. I could

hear her calling for me in that sweet deep sexy voice of hers, and I shivered

and ran faster. The ground angled up, and I climbed a low bare hill.

It was a mistake.

I heard a fearsome crashing.

The ground shook and bounced.

I whirled and screamed, as her fingers wrapped around me. I gasped for breath as

she gripped me tightly and lifted me into the sky. The moonlight was soft, but

her face was hard and cruel.

"NAUGHTY, VERY NAUGHTY." Sharon scolded. "I THINK YOU NEED TO BE PUNISHED." and

she roughly tore and peeled my clothes off me with her fingernails. I shrieked

and fought back, but she ignored me, stripped me naked.

"GEE, WHAT A TINY PATHETIC LITTLE COCK." she laughed, and playfully engulfed my

penis and balls between the long nails of her thumb and forefinger. "HOW LONG DO

YOU THINK THEY'LL HOLD YOU UP?" she snickered, and lifted up slowly. My back

arched against the terrible pain and I pleaded with her for mercy. She held me

for a moment then dropped me. Her hand swung to the side, and her breast rose up

before me, huge and soft. She placed me upon her right nipple, so that my legs

straddled it, and it lay face down upon her breast. Her nipple was like a great

barrel between my legs, her areola was rough under my chest.

Raising her arms over her head, she looked down at me, and began to dance. The

crunching snapping sounds as her barefeet lifted and fell filled the night. Her

breasts began to rock, then to sway, then to jiggle. She increased her tempo,

undulating to some inner music. And it occured to me she wasn't just dancing,

she was doing a stripper's grind. Her arms dropped, and she lightly carassed her

body, cupped her breasts, drew her hands between her legs. The jostling motion

terrified me and I squeezed tight and held on for dear life.

Sharon must have liked the feeling of my legs pinching her nipple, 'cause she

rolled her head and moaned.

It suddenly occured to me that I had seen this dance before. I knew it. I knew

her moves, where she was going next. Maybe I had seen her before, maybe a friend

of hers. I clung to her heaving breast, her breath roaring over me as she swung

her hips, squatted and rose up.

I remembered.

The girl had had a little scarf.

One of those props that keep the cops happy.

She used it to hide her hand...

...while she masturbated!

"Oh god!" I screamed and tried to jump, but Sharon caught me, and with a feral

gleam in her great eyes, blew me a little kiss. Her hand dropped like an

elevator, then turned and moved up. The coarse hairs of her pussy brushed over

me, then passed me as she pressed me in deeper. I howled and grabbed at her

hairs, but they were slippery with her juices.

Suddenly I felt the hot moist flesh of her vulva spread over my body. Sharon

pressed me between her labia, let her vagina suck at me, then slipped me up

higher. My head wedged against a great soft mass, radiating heat like a furnace.

It was her gigantic clit, and I tried to push away from it with my hands. Far

above I heard her groan, and her grip tightened. Using her hand she ground me

into her cunt, rubbed me over her clitoris, lathered me in her copius and

pungent juices. I fought with every ounce of strength I had, but my efforts only

increased her ardor.

Her pelvis began to buck and she fell to her knees.

Leaning back she sat down and spread her legs.

I was losing consciousness, the untameable power of her giant lust was too much

to bear. As everything went black, I heard her filling the sky with her orgasmic

screams....

****************

It seemed altogether fitting and proper, that a lewd dance that was the favorite

of men like this, should be the setting for her final victim. Sharon ground out

the steps, did every trick, every dip. And when she started masturbating, she

luxeriated in the soft squirming flesh of her helpless little love toy. She laid

herself back on the ground, and lifted her legs in the air. She soaked him in

her cum, rubbed him harder and harder, his screams grew fainter, his struggling

weaker. With her free hand she kneaded her enormous breasts in time with her

masturbating strokes.

Then Sharon began to scream, letting the world for miles around know that she

was about to come. With a final hideous crunch, she broke Brad upon her

clitoris. Crushing him mercilessly, she lubed up her cunt with his warm pulpy

body, buried her clit in the slimey ooze, smeared him over her swollen vulva

like an overripe bananna. Her orgasm was long and loud and enormously

satisfying. She lay there for a long time, coasting effortlessly down the lee

side of her orgasm. Her fingers swirling lazily over her cunt, toying with the

remains of her gigantic lust.

She felt tired and happy, but not satiated.

She knew that the instant she spotted a tiny man, she was going to go after him.

She wanted men, lots of them. She wondered what the girls back at the Inn were

going to say. She thought about Carl, and laughed.

Lazy and happy, Sharon dozed under the full moon.

Her mind wandered dreamily.

She thought about Carl some more.

Her boyfriend was in for a surprise...

...End...

SHARON

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