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Elisa wasn’t sure when they had sunk to their knees in the soft grass of a strangers’ rooftop garden, but none the less she was straddling Goliath’s lap, arms around his neck, his arms around her torso, making out with a five-hundred plus pound Gargoyle. She wasn’t sure Gargoyles made out, and half laughed. “What is funny?” Goliath asked her, burying his face in her neck.

“Nothing, I just–oh. Do that some more?” Goliath smiled against her hot skin and flicked his tongue around her ear.

Elisa sighed into his neck, and with a wicked grin, proceeded to kiss along the gargoyle’s neck. She breathed in his scent, smelling old leather and moss, and also something spicy and feral that reminded her that Goliath was not human. This sense of the other, it excited her. Elisa pressed herself harder against him, feeling him, very large, through her jeans and his loincloth. She was starting to get wet.

She nibbled lightly at Goliath’s throat, causing a rumbling groan to escape from him. Considering this encouragement she continued, taking his skin, thick and not as yielding, between her teeth and biting down harder. Goliath’s hands tightened around her almost to the point of pain, and she felt the ground fall out from under her.

Her cry of surprise was nearly drowned out by Goliath growling, and she found herself on her back with Goliath on top of her, pressing down on her. She forced panic out of her mind, even as the air was forced out of her lungs. “You liked that, huh?” she managed to gasp, though his chest was crushing down on hers so that she could scarce draw a breath. His eyes were glowing with lust, but as soon as she spoke they cleared, and Goliath pushed himself off of her.

“I’m sorry,” he said, looking away, and Elisa got on her knees, cupping his face in her hands and forcing him to look at her.

“Don’t be sorry,” she told him, voice firm. “Never be sorry. You would never hurt me on purpose, and I don’t think you will do it on accident either.” She paused for a moment, considering. “If it weren’t for the rib-cage crushing, it would have been kind of hot. . .”

“This is not something to joke about. I am much stronger than you.”

“You are stronger than me. But I trust you never to hurt me.” When Goliath didn’t reply she let her hands fall away from his face to travel across his bare chest and abs, daring him to stop her when she reached his belt.

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Goliath was filled with shame, even as Elisa’s hands were rubbing his torso, knowing that he was letting his lust get the better of his good judgment. When she had bit down on his neck, well, she didn’t know the kind of reaction she would receive, but that bite was so e*****, so gargoyle-like. . .he had not expected it from her, the tiny, delicate little human female that she was. His reaction had been as a gargoyle would react, not a human man.

He was not sure that he could trust himself not to hurt her, and so, when she started unbuckling his belt, he pulled her hands away. “Elisa.”

“You know, we humans are not as fragile as we seem.” She was reading his mind. “What do you know about human s******** anyway?”

“Well, I. . .” he had of course, seen love scenes in the movies the others watched. He knew of the bawdy songs common people sang back when he was in Scotland, had sang a few of them himself, when he was young. But even still, he knew these images and verses to be, well, somewhat abstract.

“That’s what I thought.”

“I will trust your judgment,” he finally conceded. “And I will do my best to control myself.”

“Not too much I hope,” she muttered, tilting her head up to kiss him. This is right, he told himself. This is what we both want.

She was smiling at him when they separated. “See? Everything’s fine.” She started to pull her shirt off over her head. “I think you ripped my shirt though.” Goliath paid no attention to Elisa’s examination of the completely shredded back of her shirt, instead watching her breasts rise and fall with her heavy breathing, encased in nothing but a thin, silky garment that barely covered her.

He had never understood human clothing. In the winter it made sense, but when the weather was warm, why did they not go about in what Elisa was wearing underneath her shirt? It was extremely attractive, the way it hugged her curves, yet left her stomach bare and open to him, coppery smoothness ending at the waistband of her jeans, and he wished those were gone as well, so he could see her legs. Human though they were, he had seen them on a few occasions, and knew them to be very nice.

“Goliath?” He looked up, surprised to find her blushing. “You’re staring.”

“I’m sorry, I was just contemplating. . .do you need to be wearing pants right now? It’s such a warm night.” Elisa laughed, her voice echoing through the towers of the city.

“I could take them off.” She tossed away her ruined shirt, and stood up. Goliath still sat on the ground, looking up at her. She unbuttoned the jeans and stopped, her hand on her zipper. “So you want these off, right?”

“Now you are teasing me.” She laughed again, and soon divested herself of jeans and shoes and socks, leaving her in her undergarments. Goliath watched her, taking it all in.

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Elisa tried not to feel nervous as she pulled off the rest of her clothes under Goliath’s unblinking gaze. The bra and p****** set she had chosen were black, free of ornamentation, the only decoration being scalloped edges along the cups of the bra and the waistband of the p******. The only reason her sister had let her get them was because they were so skimpy, barely covering, and the fabric so thin it was nearly translucent. (If things went well, she had bought the exact same set in white, which really were translucent.)

“You are very beautiful,” Goliath told her, and she let out a breath that she didn’t know she had been holding. She knew she looked fine–she had never been out of shape her entire life, had always been happy with the size and shape of her breasts, but all the same, she wanted his approval.

“Now we’re a bit more even, clothing wise,” she told him, dropping back to the ground with him.

“Not quite,” he said, pulling at one of her bra straps. She obligingly unhooked her bra and let it fall down her arms, quickly joining the rest of her clothes. Without the bra her breast hung a little lower, n****** pointing up slightly. Goliath cupped them in his hands, carefully caressing. It sent shivers through her entire body.

“You are,” he told her, “so soft.”

“Well, I’m not looking for ‘soft’ from you, big guy,” she said, and he finally let her undo his belt. Her fingers were clumsy working the heavy leather, but it only took a few seconds for her to undo it once Goliath had started it for her.

His hands, resting on her hips when the belt and loincloth fell away, went as still as stone. “Oh,” she breathed, not yet touching him. She had imagined this moment many more times than she liked to admit, and each time she had dreamed up something else, so she was surprised. His shaft was a few shades darker than the rest of his skin, curving slightly upward in it’s erect position. Aside from a few gentle ridges along the upper side it was, very much, like an uncircumcised (she’d never considered that in her musings either) human organ.

Oh, yes, and he was big. Average p**** size aside, he still managed to fall into a human range in length, if only barely. The um, girth, was another matter entirely. “Elisa?” Goliath said finally, his grip on her hips tightening slightly. She didn’t answer, putting out a hand to stroke a few fingers across the alien ridge and up around the head. Goliath hissed at her touch. Her hand wrapped around him in an attempt to gauge exactly how large he was. Her thumb and first finger did not meet. Not even close.

“This will take some getting used to,” she said finally. She was overwhelmed, yes, but also very, very turned on.

“Our bodies are not compatible.” He sounded neutral when he said it, but Elisa could tell he was hurting.

“No! We are perfectly compatible, just, not, well, probably not tonight–I need–oh hell.” She wanted him, wanted him so badly, and any minute now his fear of her–her humanness would get in the way of everything. Elisa quickly stood up and stripped off her p****** and thrust them into his hand. “Feel how wet they are? I want you so bad Goliath. For three years, I’ve wanted you. Don’t think something so little–all right, big–is going to stop me?”

Taking charge as usual, she thought vaguely as she pulled the p****** off. Gotta be the big cop and rush in to do what needs to be done. Ah, well, this time you’re doing it for yourself too.

Before Goliath could say a word, the p****** still clasped in his hand, Elisa straddled his waist, crouching down so that she rubbed against him. “Just relax and let me do this,” she told him, pushing his chest hard. He fell onto his back, too surprised to stay upright.

Elisa sucked in a long breath and exhaled slowly, at the same time lowering herself onto him. The thick head of his c*** came in contact with her slippery lips and she went no further at first, getting used to the idea of his massive girth pressing against her. She lowered her knees a little more, a little more pressure. She was wet, soaking even, but he still did not want to slip in. He was so large, and it had been such a long time.

“Close your eyes, Goliath,” she told him, and surprisingly enough he obeyed. She continued to press down onto him. Millimeter by millimeter, it seemed to last forever. Her breath came heavy as she tried to breath away the pain as she was stretched, much further than ever before, past the width of the two and three fingers she was used to in the shower at home. But it was possible. She knew it was. Just not–

“Elisa,” Goliath growled, and she realized that she had managed to take the entire head– two extreme, burning, painful inches. “Don’t–you’re crying.”

“I told you to close your eyes,” she said, not moving, terrified of the friction it would cause. He shifted under her and she cried out in pain, but his strong arms were lifting her up, and laying her down beside him. He lay so that he was on his side, and pulled her close to him. She could feel the rock hard, giant erection pressing against her thigh. “I’m sorry Goliath,” she told him, pressing her tear-streaked face against his chest. “I had to try. You know I had to try.”

“Perhaps this just was not meant to be. I told you we were fools.” His kissed her cheeks salty from tears and the sweat of her exertion.

“No, no Goliath. We’re not.” Her voice was soothing, tears quickly wiped away. “We can do this–I want to do this. My god Goliath–” she looked up to him. “Do you know how e***** it is to just look at you? I’m going to be dreaming about this for weeks.”

“But it is hopeless. You are too small, I am too big. I don’t want to hurt you.”

Elisa smiled. “Not all hurt is bad. We just need to start slower and…work our way up to actual i**********. I promise that we will be able to do everything that normal couples do.”

“How?”

“I have some ideas. I need to do some research. . .and some shopping. . .”

I have some ideas. will follow them up in comments.

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New Confession

Dad helped me get the floor and one wall built on my tree house using planks that were cracked or broken in the alleyway and coral when I was six. Over the next 5 years my year younger sister, occasionally Dad and I had built and rebuilt a 10′ x 16′ floor on 2 trees and a 8′ x 10′ tree fort with bricks from an old chimney and fire place from a burned down cabin. The walls were only 7′ tall on the front and 5′ on the back. The third year we had the fireplace half built when Dad came by on a tractor. He climbed up to see what we were doing and took it apart. He redid it with red bricks on the floor using mortar building a complete wall and fireplace. He didn’t make it to the field that day and part of the next, Sissy was siting on him a lot and I saw his hand on her crotch a few times. Dad didn’t help vey much with the walls and 2 windows but helped with the roof the next year. I was 10 with the coolest tree fort my friend ever saw. Every fire we lit in the fireplace smoked us out. The last year dad worked on it I was 11, he put glass doors on the fireplace , built a set of bunk beds and installed a real door. Sissy and Dad worked on it without me several times when I wasn’t at home. When we decided to name it and my a sign Sissy insisted it was named after her so Dad made a sign Sissy’s Hideaway. When I got off the school Bus I saw smoke coming from the chimney, I knew Sissy had stayed home sick. I ran to the Treehouse to see what she was doing. The Tractor was parked on the road, She was naked with Dad. I could see the way she was straddled on top half of his C0ck was half way inside her. I watched till Dad pulled out shoot c um on her back, then sneaked back down to the house. Mom came home from her part time job at our small town IGA 2 hours later but Dad and Sissy beat her home by 20 minutes. My sister was stocky and a little chubby so I did a few accidental backhand b*** feels and she seemed to like it. I went for an under shirt full B*** feel when we had got up before mom to watch cartoons, she looked at me curiously then smiled. Within a couple weeks of feeling b**** I put my hand inside her p******, she stopped me when I tried to put my finger in her cr ack but left my hand where it was at. It took another month before she let me work fingers inside her but it was that day we went to the Tree Fort and she took my Virginity a few days after my 12th birthday. We(Dad and Sissy some times too) used the Tree House Till she got the boyfriend she’ still married to a year before I went into he Army. When Dad died me and Sissy went up in the Treehouse, lit a fire and cleaned it up well enough to spend the night in a single sleeping bag.

Related Confessions

I spent a lot of quality time over coffee with my MIL. We talked about anything under the sun for hours. Usually when my wife went out shopping or for lunch with her 2 sisters. One day she seemed abnormally quiet and when i asked what was on her mind she said that she was worried i would leave her daughter because she had heard from the other 2 that my wife had shut down s** in our marriage. She said that she knew i loved my wife but that it was clouding my judgement to accept a marriage witbout s**. I got pretty down about hearing the quiet part out loud at all even worse from my MIL who i had great trust in and respect for. She said that while she knew she should think of her daughter first she worried because she knew that i turned a blind eye to the topic and that she was also aware from the other two that my wife was making snide remarks about me m***********. She said she knew me well enough to know that i would never seek an affair but feared that that made me too vulnerable. As the conversation unfolded i admitted that i had considered paying for s** and she implored me to not do that because of risk of disease. Sad as it was i told her that my biggest reason for avoiding it was that all i would want from an e***** would be to be held and talked to while i masturbated but even then it would feel pathetic and lonely and i would not get the fulfillment of knowing i had given pleasure to someone else. She said she understood and we conversationally moved on to other topics.

Weeks went by and it did not come up again but we were rarely alone. But i should have expected she would bring it up again when the moment and privacy allowed. It was more embarassing for me because she said that one of my sisters in law told her that my wife had been making comments that i was being moody and quiet and that i should probably go to a h***** or j******* or something. I was actually angry about the fact that it was being talked about between the women and my MIL said that she got that but what i should be angry about was that my wife showed such disrespect and disregard to shame me to others especially her family. I had to admit she was right and she told me that both her other daughters had agreed to stop listening when my wife made such comments and to tell her to knock it off. I told her i felt really embarassed because this also meant that my SILs’ husbands doubtless knew my situation and all the comments as well. More weeks went by. The sisters go out shopping and my MIL and i are at her table again talking around the topic and she said the issue was not going to go away. I told her i got that but that there was no changing the situation. She left to go to the bathroom and when she came back as we talked about other things she eventually called me out on having been looking at her cleavage in the neck of her robe. I was so ashamed and tried to apologize but she actually laughed and told me to shut up because she had deliberately been showing her cleavage because she felt i deserved to get a peek at a woman occasionally. Then she did not say another word just looked at me and of course i could not stop looking now. It was not like she had huge breasts but the neck of the robe was open very low. I could not speak at all. She reached to the neck of her robe and pulled it more open and lower. All i could do was keep looking despite how awful i felt about what i was doing. She shrugged the robe off her shoulders revealing her breasts down almost to the n****** and by now i was so nervous and paralyzed sitting there trembling. She smiled at my facinated staring and thanked me fo4 the compliment. We sat there for what seemed forever until she spoke my name to get my attention, and just smiled and nodded at me and told me to not deny myself. Feeling so helpless and pathetic did not stop me from reaching under the table as i sat across from her and opening my pants to touch myself under the table. I was lost, slowly stroking myself as i stared at her breasts and sometimes able to look her in the eye. She told me to take my time and enjoy the view and what i was doing. She could tell when i was getting close, telling me to relax, to let it happen, and when she untied her robe and allowed it to fall off her shoulders and breasts completely i lost it and grabbed the edge of the table so tightly as my other hand milked my pleasure out of me. It was so emotional when she placed her hand on mine on the table edge as i moaned and emptied my desperate lust. When my contractions ended she continued to hold her hand on mine as i caught my breath. All i could do was look at her as she smiled, letting me keep looking as she sat there casually bare breasted and smoking a cigarette, eventually even lighting one for me then going to get me a washcloth then sat back across from me as i sheepishly cleaned myself and closed my pants and my face burned as she giggled as i cleaned my puddle off the floor under the table. She just watched as i rinsed the washcloth nervously and sat back down unable to even look at her. She reached over and stroked my cheek and told me to stop overthinking it. Then she asked me to not talk and to just listen. She told me to not read too much into this, but that it was something that yes felt like a betrayal of her daughter but that it was actually one of my SILs that had the idea and the other one convinced her it was a solution to the problem. I wanted to crawl into a hole and die but she made me promise to try to not be embarassed or ashamed and that the three of them (MIL and both SILs) were on my side so to speak. Otherwise there was no need to overtalk or overthink it whatsoever. Over the next months it happened regularly, my SILs simply told me the next time i saw them that they would never treat me badly but that i needed to be braced for the occasional discreet teasing about it in subtle private ways. The first few repeats were only at my MIL’s initiation, she would simply look at me across the table and smile at me and i would pleasure myself as she slowly bared her breasts. She was never impatient nor made me feel like it was a chore. She slowly began to ramp things up over time. I was so turned on by how she would sit there holding my eyes with hers smoking as i stroked myself. I felt like i would pass out the first time she told me to give it to her, to c u m for her. I obeyed as if hypnotized when she told me to stand up and let her watch. She always made it exciting every time. She started to seductively stroke her breasts as i did so. She started sitting close and eventually put my free hand in her breast. Eventually made a new rule that i be naked when i did it for her telling me i owed her the view. I barely kept my balance the first time she had me stand directly in front of her and held her breasts up and told me to milk myself onto them, even casually having a cigarette aftet as she had me clean her breasts with a washcloth. She eventually had me lay on the sofa as she sat across the room and watched me spend hours pleasuring my body for her. Eventually let me lay my head in her lap suckling and nuzzlimg her breasts as i stroked myself. I realized how emotionally addicted to her i was the day i sat at her table after her daughters left and after they left she walked into her own kitchen completely bare and had me follow her to the bathroom so i could touch myself while watching her shower. Even eventually as she lay covered in a bubble bath as i stood looking down at her and as i got close she lifted her torso to let me empty myself onto her wet breasts then had me watch as under the bubbles she pleasured herself while keeping my eyes locked to her eyes. I cherish the day she waited until they left so she could come into her own living room bare and kneel and watch me as i stroked myself for her to watch, then when she knew i was close, stood and took my hand and led me to her bed. She laid back with open thighs and reached up to me and pulled me close, her arms around my shoulders and her legs lockiing around me as i gasped when i entered her as she said it was ok, to just let it happen, we could take our time the next time.

I deeply value the time that both my sisters in law told me how much they cherished me bringing love and passion to their widowed mother’s life. How she had simply wanted to let me feel like a man again but how it had let her feel what a woman longed for again, a true lover for herself as much as her being my lover. After my MIL passed away those two sisters in law and i grieved together. One of them had divorced, and after several weeks tbey both sat me down and told me that she (the divorced one) wanted to fill their mother’s role in my life and i vowed to them both that i would do everything i could possibly do to bring her the joy that i had had with their mother. I am in my 60s now as they are and somehow it is even more fulfilling as time passes and my SIL and i are lovers just as equally as their mother and i were.