Human Seeking Giant

When she sat up, Susan noticed something out of the corner of her eye that she hadn't before. She stood and peered over the lake to get a better look. Beneath the surface, a humongous humanoid figure lay, masturbating furiously and looking right at her.

Canyon's aquamarine face turned a much rosier color as soon as she had noticed Susan noticing her—which had been right away, since she hadn't been able to pry her eyes away from her ejaculation. With her fingers half way up her cunt, her thumb on her button, and her hand devoting equal time to both breast and nipple—and now this—Canyon couldn't help but come.

Susan watched the person in the lake seize up, their hips jerking forward, their upper body arching back in response. Then it came forward, their hips and torso folding towards each other, their long ponytail whipping about in the water behind them. Their whole body shook violently, stirring up the lake around them and sending clusters of bubbles to fizzle and pop at the surface. The shaking lessened. Then it slowed. Their body relaxed, and then they were still.

Susan cried out in shock and fear and stumbled back, half getting to her feet and half tripping over them. "What—who—?" She worried for a moment that her vocabulary might've regressed back to the days of living underground.

Moments later, the imposing humanoid—who was much larger than Susan had initially thought—rose slowly from the lake, a small deposit of Susan's cum clinging to their hair. Water rushed and poured down from their many curves and slants, like an ensemble of small waterfalls that threatened to flood the tiny lake. When the obfuscating water had reduced to a constant dribble, it revealed a woman that looked mostly human, aside from her enormous size. She was taller and wider than Susan as it was, and half of her body was still under water.

"Hey there," She said.

"So, wait, you were watching me this whole time?!" Susan demanded, her confusion slowly turning to anger. "And masturbating?"

"Yeah." Canyon avoided her gaze when she spoke, feeling more comfortable without direct eye contact. "Sorry about that."

"...Sorry?" Susan was at a loss for words. Was that all she had to say? Looking up at the colossal lake dweller, she couldn't help but notice the blob of her own cum that was draped over the side of her bangs.

"Well," Canyon explained. "I usually watch people doing things from down there. Moving things around or whatever. It's interesting. But for some reason with you it was different..." She blushed pink and turned away.

Susan raised an eyebrow. Then slowly her incredulity became understanding. "I guess it's okay..." She said, not knowing what else to say. Truth be told, a part of her was flattered. Did this lake woman find her attractive? She wasn't bad looking herself, Susan discovered. It was something that became more apparent the longer Susan stared at her.

Canyon was a woman of cool, Teal skin and striking green almond eyes, with long pointed ears and a huge tuft of deeper, bluer, turquoiser hair which trailed along behind her and would be even longer and thicker if it was not constrained by a ponytail. There was so much hair it even fell around her face in two shaggy bangs, which were held in place by an ornamental headband. She wore a loose, white toga that was just tight enough in places to suggest a feminine figure, and an olive green sash that cut across her torso. The most fascinating small detail about her was a small moon symbol emblazoned on her forehead. Susan wasn't sure if it was a tattoo or something physical.

And then she had a revelation. With Canyon's enormous size, she would definitely be able to handle her dick. Her dick that was still quite hard. Maybe this was a good thing after all. Beyond that, there was her cum on her hair which kept drawing her eye back.

Canyon seemed confused by her staring and finally looked up, noticing the small mass of cum that was starting to drip. "Oh, hey, some of your cum is in my hair. I guess that's what you were looking at, huh?" There was something about the dullness in her voice that told Susan she wasn't playing it up, and was actually that indifferent about it.

"...What's your name?" Susan asked.

"Canyon." The giant woman had been embarrassed before, but now she was perfectly relaxed. "How about you?"

"Susan Strong," She replied confidently, using the name she preferred. "Canyon, how would you like to have a little fun with me? Like we were having before, only together?"

The blush and the noticeable awkwardness came back. "You wanna...fuck me?" Canyon asked.

"Yes, Canyon, I would like to fuck you," Susan stated. "Would you like that?"

Canyon's face looked like a beet, freshly plucked from the dirt.

"I was just thinking about our size," Susan went on. "I'm too big for most people, and I've been struggling to find anyone physically compatible with me for a while now. And I'm guessing you might have a similar problem...?"

Canyon forced herself to look her in the eyes. The blond bodybuilder was right—the last time she had had someone to adequately fit her was Billy. And while some of the encounters she'd had after that had been nice, they weren't the same.

"Okay," She agreed, not used to feeling like her choices had this much weight behind them. "What should we do first?"

Susan was a little amazed at herself. She wasn't sure if she'd have done something like this before she'd gotten her former intelligence back. Back then she'd known well enough what she needed. But now she was level-headed enough to know what she wanted—and bold enough to ask for it.

"Well, it's been a really long time since anyone's gone down on me," She admitted. "Since anyone's been able to, really..."

"Okay," Canyon nodded, feeling her heart pounding against her chest. "Let's do this, then." She waded forward in the water, approaching the side of shore Susan was on. As her shadow loomed over her, Susan considered just what she had gotten herself into. Canyon kneeled down until only her head and shoulders were above the water. She smiled nonchalantly, and beckoned Susan over with one huge hand.

Less confidently than she had started out, Susan took a deep breath and made her way over to the beckoning giant, sitting down on the edge of the lake, and putting her feet over the side. Canyon leaned over, her head nearly the size of Susan's torso, easily dwarfing her entire crotch. Susan's cock, still dripping its contents, stood bowed but erect, jutting out diagonally. Just as she was about to open her mouth to say something, Canyon opened hers and the top half of her shaft disappeared inside.

"Woah—!" Susan exclaimed, not expecting it to happen so suddenly.

Agonizingly, Canyon released her from her mouth and rose up. "Yeah?" She asked. "Something wrong?"

"N-no," Susan struggled, warm saliva clinging to the bottom of her shaft. "I just wasn't ready for that. P-please keep going."

Canyon responded by wordlessly consuming her cock, turning an anxious, needy void that hadn't been there before into immediate relief. She ran her lips over and back across the accommodatingly thick meat, Susan letting a shuddering moan escape her lips. Canyon's lips fit effortlessly and snugly around her length. What it felt like to be inside someone, to feel their body heat, came rushing back to her. It felt so perfect and right. She had missed this.

Canyon remembered immediately upon taking Susan between her lips all the tastes and sensations that came with giving head: the subtle hints of salt that flavored Susan's exposed glans, or the way her mouth watered uncontrollably as the hot, pulsing organ ran over her tongue. A fat dollop of pre-cum budded from its head and rolled underneath its progressing bluntness.

Susan held onto Canyon's giant face for dear life as it rose and fell over her body, her broad frame shaking like a leaf. Entering the giantess's mouth was like venturing into a small, damp cave, warm, sticky liquid dripping down from the darkness and running over her length. The giant blue tongue smeared her underside with spit every time Susan slid across it, steadily easing each following entry. At some point Susan became aware that Canyon was watching her intently, and she felt increasingly uncomfortable for every second Canyon's blank, unblinking eyes stared through her, the steely, impartial gaze making her feel like a subject on a metal slab. Susan felt her dick throbbing and panicked. She needed to relax and breathe so she didn't just lose it all over Canyon's slimy blue tongue. She took a deep breath, closed her eyes, tried to forget about what Canyon was doing, and slowly let herself lie back. Something soft, warm, and pillow sized stopped her. She opened her eyes to see one large hand behind her back, keeping her reclined, and when she turned around she was greeted by the sight of Canyon's shimmering peepers just as relentlessly trained on her. She understood and appreciated the gesture, but all the same closed her eyes in the interest of self-preservation.

In the darkness behind her eyes, the feelings became magnified, but they would not be the end of her, not yet. She sighed and untensed her muscles as an aqueous heat traveled up and down her member, a gentle, embracing softness on either side of her length accompanying it. The sounds of muffled breathing and the moist displacement of saliva between lips and tongue served as her backdrop to the void. Susan forced herself to relax and focus on the feeling, not letting herself get overwhelmed with the minutia of it. It still felt fantastic, but like this it seemed like she could handle it better, and she let a happy, peaceful smile stretch across her face.

Canyon continued the task she had been given, taking a little more into her mouth with each bob of her head. Curiously, she observed the relaxed, close-eyed Susan, as she'd been doing since she started. Apparently she had moved a little too fast at first, but now it seemed Susan was enjoying herself. There were hints in her long, drawn out breathing that seemed on the very edge of anxiousness, or in the way her hands kept grabbing at the air by her sides, tensing and untensing—or in her subtle, infrequent shivering that unsettled the water below her ankles. Cool. She supposed it was nice to be having sex again, especially with someone closer to her size—in a sense. But beyond that...Susan really was beautiful, something she had thought before and was now thinking again, looking at her smiling face. If it weren't for that, she would probably find this a little boring. The muscular woman's eyes fluttered open again and stared at her. Canyon stared right back. Then she took her cock from her mouth and dragged her mattress-like tongue slowly up its length. Susan shuddered and moaned, breathing heavily, her eyes closing once more before staying open.

"...You give some great head, lady," Susan said appreciatively, running her thick hand over one of Canyon's oversized bangs.

Canyon was already going back down on her, dragging her soft, plush lips wetly over her length. She didn't really get the compliment. Wasn't she just doing something that anyone else could do? Susan folded her arms behind her head, sighing as Canyon bobbed slowly over her lap. The woman with her penis in her mouth was a captivating individual, strands of her wispy, ocean colored hair blowing lightly in the breeze and her giant, gleaming green eyes reflecting Susan's own blushing face.

"Ohh—" Susan exclaimed, surprised. She felt one of Canyon's thick fingers running up her slick labia. "Yeah, do that, please," She said preemptively, concerned that she might mistake her shock for reluctance again.

Canyon continued to bob along her length, running her pointer finger up and down Susan's lips. When it was adequately lubricated with her generous fluids, she drew back. She continued to run it up and down the soft, slippery surface.

"Should I put it in?" She asked.

"Yes, please," Susan whispered desperately.

"It's big," Canyon warned.

"Do it," Susan insisted.

Canyon pushed her finger into Susan's wet cunt—though just the tip at first. That alone was plenty thick, more than a match for Susan's still normal-sized vagina. It didn't hurt, but it was a little staggering, stretching her tightly around it. Canyon pushed it deeper, dragging her tongue along the underside of Susan's head.

"Aaaaahhh!" Susan cried, shaking all over. It was an exhilarating feeling, slightly dangerous but exciting, maybe even for that exact reason. As good as it felt though, it only fueled the insatiable lust of her cock further, and before she realized it, her hand was on top of Canyon's head.

"Oh, sorry," She said. "...Hey Canyon, would you mind if I pushed you down on me?"

Canyon presented a stiff, confident thumb, snapping it into place for emphasis like a newly erect johnson.

"Awesome," Susan said, sighing in relief. She pressed her hand more firmly against Canyon's head, and it was like her palm was consumed by hair, the thick fullness of Canyon's aquamarine hiding it from view. There was enough room along her hairline for a second hand, and eventually both of Susan's legs also wrapped around the back of her head. Her feet dripped water like small rainclouds as she used all four of her limbs to push Canyon's face steadily down towards her lap. The finger in her pussy pushed in to the knuckle, spreading her even wider around it.

Canyon's immense face descended, her reflective eyes closing as it did. The anticipation hit Susan hard, the finger stretching her muscles not helping any, a bit of sweat breaking out beneath the brim of her cap. Canyon's lips ran slickly and easily down her length, the path southward paved with her spit. As she sunk deeper, Susan felt her cockhead run along Canyon's soft, blue tongue, inch by agonizing inch.

Then, finally, she felt massive muscles swallow her, sucking her down into moist, constrictive bliss. She kept pushing however, not content with only getting her head into the blue-skinned giantess's throat. As more and more of her passed into Canyon's deep passage—the betogaed woman taking it silently and gracefully all the while—Susan's face lit up in ecstasy. Maybe her dick getting abnormally large wasn't such a bad thing after all.

Susan had a hard time keeping her breathing even, her hands and legs trembling against Canyon's scalp as her mouth yawned and stretched toward her crotch, a finger still buried in Susan's pussy. And she had a hard time keeping quiet when Canyon scooped her balls into her mouth with her lower lip. The top of Canyon's head held Susan's breasts up as her face pressed against her torso, eclipsing most of her body. Susan collapsed against Canyon's soft hair and sighed gratefully, stroking the side of her blushing, stuffed cheeks tenderly. She unhooked her legs from behind Canyon's head and let them fall lazily back in the lake with a splash. She started shivering again when Canyon started moving her thick finger, pumping it in and out of her compact cunt underhanded, with slow, powerful thrusts.

Canyon looked up at Susan's perturbed face and drew back, staying close enough to not disturb her resting place, letting her balls slip from her mouth and keeping her hand on her back to offer extra support. Susan felt warm. Between the wet, snug embrace of Canyon's throat and the warm bath of the sun rising above the trees and washing over her skin, it was hard to hang on to any of her usual daily concerns. The finger in her snatch sped up significantly, Canyon's hard, bony knuckle starting to numb her hips with its insistent pounding, while the hand at her back remained firm but moved up and down, massaging the tight muscles flanking her spine.

When Canyon drew her back in, she once again swallowed everything, balls and all. As Susan snuggled against her forehead, her breathing mostly relaxed, Canyon's finger slowed down, gently squishing through her narrow passage.

"Ahhhhh..." Susan moaned.

While this activity was not something that Canyon found unpleasant, it was not something she cared all that much about either. Being extra-literally balls deep in the lap of this angelic blond hunk, however, with the soft, wet warmth of her pussy hugging her finger, was a very different story. If it made Susan smile, even for a second, it would all be worth it. And she was well aware that Susan was doing plenty of smiling.

Canyon's full-throat embrace, coupled with her slow finger-fuck, pushed Susan mercilessly towards the edge. With one final gesture, Canyon curled her finger up as she pushed it inside her, using the front of her hand to grind slowly but insistently against her clitoris. Susan threw her head back. A rippling pulse of energy surged up her spine as if it was a telephone pole receiving a very specific message. Her muscles tensed up and her biceps flexed reactively, causing her hands to press harshly against the sides of Canyon's head for the brief moment it took to come.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhh..." Susan groaned, feeling her pussy contracting around her finger.

Canyon felt the cock in her throat throb seconds before it happened, so she had just enough time to mentally prepare, for all the good it eventually did. The volume of Susan's ejaculate was enormous and overwhelming, shooting out in great, surging waves that quickly backed up into her mouth and spilled out from between her lips. Her eyes widened, the warm, bubbling soup that clogged her throat cutting off her oxygen and briefly switching on the panic centers of her brain. That sudden fear summoned a rising heat in her chest that moved to her hips in a flash. As she reactively swallowed far more than she could comfortably, Canyon trembled, her lips quivering against Susan's base and the muscles in her neck tensing up. Muscles farther down spasmed, and her buttocks clenched tightly. Her pussy twitched and contracted, and then spewed a milky white fluid out into the bottom of the lake that twisted into thin, cloudy wisps before dissipating in the water.

Canyon pulled back abruptly, letting Susan's still firing cannon slip from her lips. Long, thick strands of spit refused to disconnect her from Susan's cock, the organ itself coated in a healthy, glowing sheen of saliva. She coughed, cum dribbling from the corners of her mouth, still shaking all over and panting from her orgasm. Noticing the stray shots of semen streaked across her hands, Canyon temporarily forgot about her sudden orgasm, and anything else in the world that existed for that matter. She brought her hands to her lips, sucking her fingers clean and licking the goop from between her knuckles, thinking she tasted a little bit of Susan's juices lingering there.

When she looked back over at Susan, she discovered she was being watched intently, the human barely blinking, her dick as hard as ever, still dribbling cum.

"What are you looking at?" Canyon asked, amused.

"You..." Susan replied solemnly.

"Did I do something weird?" She asked, not understanding what the big deal was.

"No, no, not weird..." Susan trailed off, laughing.

"You came on my hands, and I didn't want to waste it," Canyon stated matter of factly. "What else would I have done?"

"I'm definitely not complaining," Susan answered. "...It was just really hot."

"Yeah?" Canyon asked. "Okay." Then, spying the line of cum running down the underside of Susan's shaft, she leaned forward and collected it with her tongue, running it from just above Susan's base to the tip of her glans. Soon after, she slid her whole cock back into her mouth and throat, and bobbed up and down on it a few more times for good measure, just to make sure she had gotten everything.

When she finally came back up Susan was breathing heavily, staring at her, her cheeks red.