The Stone Giants

Originally published in Short Skirts & High Heels, along with the story it's based on - the very first story I wrote for Literotica.

The first in the Ali X- series; here Ali is a twenty-year-old student on holiday.

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’Midst stalagmites and stalactites
And soft-lit pools and glorious sights
A wondrous cavern, deep, alive
Where ancient spirits still survive

I lingered there, until unseen
I left the pathway, slipped between
The sharp-toothed faces of a crack
That squeezed my breasts and scratched my back

The space within was dark and wild
I felt excited like a child
Who’s disobeyed the adults’ rule
Played truant, run away from school

I love adventure, loved this game
If there again I’d do the same
I loved the danger, loved the fear
Of monsters prowling very near

My hands explored that secret cave
Ignored the darkness, being brave
My hands caressed the living rock
And in the shadows found… a cock!

A rigid member, cold as stone
I should have left, but all alone
I touched that smooth-skinned marble length
And wondered at its potent strength

The hour was late, the tourists left
I tried escaping through the cleft
Alas! The narrow gap was tight
I couldn’t pass the fissure’s bite

My terror overcame my shame
I cried for help – but no one came
The cave was closed and locked at night
The last one gone switched off the light

A crushing blackness covered me
My eyes were wide but couldn’t see
A thousand echoes mocked my calls
Resounding through the mountain’s halls

At last my panicked whimpers ceased
I laughed! No subterranean beast
Had leapt to eat my tender meat
(No doubt I’d make a tasty treat!)

The long dark night stretched out ahead
I wished I were at home in bed
Bereft of aught to see or do
My swirling thoughts began to stew

With no one there to see or care
What I might do, what I might dare
I groped along the jagged wall
On hands and knees, a guilty crawl

Until that phallus filled my hand
Magnificent! So proud! So grand!
Of peerless length, of fearsome girth
Its virile strength gave fertile birth –

To lustful mischief! Hid from sight
Such dirty thoughts! I blush to write!
I knelt before that godly prick
And bent my mouth to taste and lick

And while I wrestled with its size
My fingers played between my thighs
Such joy it was to lick and suck!
But what I wanted was to fuck…

In dark concealed I stood to strip
And backed against the moistened tip
Between my lips the monster strained
With urgent pressure entry gained

With shallow thrusts I took it slow
Such pleasure moving to and fro
Each time it filled me deeper still
Each time it stretched me wide, until

I stuck! I wriggled, tried to squirm
The narrow rock walls held me firm!
Impaled! My pussy filled with stone!
The caverns echoed loud my groan

My rescuers would laugh to see
The rocky dildo filling me
Their cameras would flash with glee
Before attempts to set me free

I burned with shame – a foolish girl
To give this ride a lustful whirl!
But as I yielded to my tears
A startling movement brought fresh fears

The giant cock pulled slowly out
Then thrust back in and made me shout
A cry of help that went unheard
While deep in me my hunger stirred

Out again, then in it slammed
Steadily the stone cock rammed
The pleasure mounted bit by bit
In need of more I touched my clit

But no! My hands were caught and fixed
Subjecting me to pleasure mixed
Denied my climax, forced to wait
Oh, what a sweet and bitter fate!

At last the giant thickened more
I felt his hot cum spurt and pour
He filled me up, his thrusting slowed
And through my lips our juices flowed

He was the first I satisfied
With many cocks I was supplied
And all rock hard with urgent need
To fill me with their creamy seed

They left me by a moonlit stream
It quenched my thirst and washed me clean
Or almost clean – it’s hard to tell
For sometimes still their cum I smell