Jounrey to Lillipuss

I had been walking for days, dressed only in the tank-top and shorts I wore to bed each night as a deckhand aboard Gulliver’s Delight, a 35-foot sloop that cruised the Atlantic waters between the Bahamas and southern France. I was the lone survivor of a ship that ran aground and sunk somewhere off the coast of Africa, I think. I had clung to a piece of the mahogany deck for two days until I finally washed ashore in a land I did not know. After waiting one week for help to arrive, I decided to head out across the sand, which stretched as far as the eye could see, to find help on my own. Nearly spent from a lack of water and food in the hot desert I was attempting to cross, I had finally succumbed on the fifth night, collapsing in the sand and content to let God do as He wished with me. I was too tired to fight any longer and fully prepared to die.
To my surprise, however, I awakened as the sun rose over a far dune and saw before me a tiny village and a sign that declared it to be Lillipuss. I couldn’t believe my eyes. It was like the miniature village I once set up under our Christmas tree in my boyhood home of Detroit. But the tiny people of this village were alive. In fact, they were screaming and running from me as if I was to be feared. I soon realized I wasn’t dreaming, and this is how my visit was recorded:

In the land of Lillipuss, the sight of a six-foot tall man was alarming. You would be startled, too, if a man whose height was five or six times your own suddenly appeared on the horizon. Most residents cringed in fear and ran for cover as he approached from the direction of the Forbidden Desert, his sun-parched lips begging for something to quench his thirst.
The warrior women of Passion Valley, however, knew no fear. They set out immediately to gain his attention and lure him away from their frightened neighbors. They found the giant challengingly mysterious, and instantly sought to explore his great strength and massive potential. To do that, though, they had to attract him to their valley.
They began by waving to him and beckoning him to come to Passion Valley, where the landscape was covered in fruit trees and the flora covered in golden dandelions. The Passionates were the tallest and bravest of all of the residents of Lillipuss. While most residents of the strange land grew to a height of nine or ten inches, it was rare to find a Passionate woman shorter than 12 inches. Just as they inherited their long arms and legs, Passionates were confident, brave and industrious. They found no man and no task too daunting, and they took pride in the fact the strength of their bodies was surpassed only by their robust spirit. Over the years, the women of Passion Valley had become the protectors of Lillipuss, using their great might and ingenuity to keep all of their neighbors safe from would-be invaders. There was nothing the Passion Valley women could not do, and when they banned together they were a mighty force.
The Passionates also were the most beautiful of all the women who resided in Lillipuss. Their complexions were as white as the desert sand, their eyes sparkled with light and their smiles were full of joy. Passionates never cut their hair. They spent hours each day caring for it, and it flowed from each of them in rich shades of yellow and red and brown. The young women wore it loose, cascading over their shoulders and down their backs like tiny silk strands of a spider’s web. The elders wore their hair in a single weave that danced and swayed from side to side as they walked or went about their day’s duties.
So, it was no surprise when the Passionates came to the rescue of their neighbors on this day, doing all they could to attract the giant’s attention to their valley
“Stranger! Stranger! Come to our valley. We have plenty of drink for you!” they called out.
Exhaustion was getting the best of the dusty traveler, but he saw them and began to wave in their direction. No sooner had he noticed them, though, and his knees buckled and he collapsed in a cloud of dust. His outstretched hands broke his fall and prevented him from crushing into one of the tiny homes in his path. On hands and knees, he summoned the strength to begin his crawl to Passion Valley.
Quickly the Passionates went into action, rolling out large barrels of dandelion wine, the potent nectar of their tiny valley.
“By the looks of him, he probably will drink everything we have in warehouse No.1,” said Flowerchild, leader of the five hundred women who called Passion Valley home. “Roll those barrels out here, girls! Be quick about it! If he doesn’t collapse, he’ll be here shortly.”
It took two women to roll one of the heavy barrels to the valley entrance, and in a very short time they had two hundred of barrels in place as the giant approached. Flowerchild marveled at the size of the man as huge droplets of sweat fell from his brow and made large puddles in the dirt road he straddled. Slowly he crawled forward, moving hand and knee in unison. He was still a good distance away when the women began hearing the sound of his heavy breathing. He exhaled large amounts of stale air with each forward motion he made. The leaves of the surrounding trees bustled as if a strong wind was blowing from his direction. By the time he had reached the entrance of the valley, exhaustion took over, and he collapsed in a thump, letting out a big sigh as his shoulder pounded into a hillside and sent him rolling onto his back.
“Shit!” said Flowerchild. “He’s not going to make it! We’re going to have to go to him. Whisper, we’re going to need to tap these barrels and get me some long hoses. Sunlover, you and Xanadue grab some of the other girls and fetch us some ladders. We’re going to have to take the wine to him it looks like. EP and Pagan, find lots of rope and stakes; we’re going to have to secure him for our own safety. We wouldn’t want him to thrash about and injure any of us.”
Flowerchild, at 16 inches in height, was the tallest of the Passionates. She was could see across the stranger’s massive chest and could tell he was still alive but that his breathing was labored.
“Hurry!” she called to her supporters.
Frantically, the Passionates worked to secure the giant’s limbs, wrapping huge ropes around his arms and legs and securing them to the ground with large stakes. Flowerchild waited until he was completely secured before placing a ladder against his chest and climbing atop the giant. With a large length of hose wrapped around her neck and under one arm, she pulled herself on top of him. He was extremely warm; she could feel the heat escaping from his body. As his breathing ebbed and flowed, she dropped to her hands and knees. It was difficult to maintain her balance in an upright position because his torso rose and fell like a ship being tossed at sea.
She kicked and shoved boulders of dirt and rock that clung to sweaty shirt in order to look from one end of him to the other. As she glanced from his head to his toe, she marveled at his size. This truly was a big man, she thought.
“He’s filthy,” she called out to the others. “Some of you get up here and see if you can clean him up a bit.”
On her order, a dozen women — buckets and brooms at the ready — climbed aboard the giant. As they began the chore of cleaning him up, Flowerchild made her way up his chest toward his mouth and chin. Swinging her hose like a lasso, she was able to drop one end into his open mouth and then ordered Whisper to open the first tap so the wine could begin flowing. When she saw his giant Adam’s apple jump, she knew the tactic was working.
After 25 barrels were emptied into his mouth she noticed color returning to his cheeks, and his breathing became less labored. The fluids were working. So, she turned her attention to the cleanup crew. It was just in time, too.
The women had done an amazing job. The giant’s tank top and jogging shorts were almost completely cleared of dirt and boulders. They were now using brooms on his clothes to work in the soap and water needed to give him a thorough cleaning. Others were working on his extremities, washing his arms and legs. She complimented the women on their work as she walked from his chest to his abdomen, where she found Sunlover and Xanadue whispering and giggling to one another.
“What are you two up to?” Flowerchild asked.
“Nothing, ma’am,” they said simultaneously.
“I know better than that. Tell me immediately!” she ordered.
Neither said another word; they chose only to giggle and point. As one could image, the giant’s wet clothing now clung to his skin, and from the center of his shorts rose a long mound covered in fabric.
“What do you think that is ma’am?” Sunlover asked. “Every once in a while, it moves when he breathes.”
“Good God, girl!” Flowerchild said. “What do you think it is? It’s his penis, of course!”
This brought both girls to laughter again.
“Shall we clean it, too?” Xanadue asked sheepishly.
“Why are you asking me when it is mischief you have on your mind?”
Sunlover and Xanadue giggled again and moved slowly down the length of the mound until they reached the very edge of the giant’s shorts. With both hands, they reached down and grabbed the tattered cloth and began pulling it back as if it was a large tarp. As they struggled, some of the other women joined in and soon, to everyone’s delight, the Passionates had unsheathed the largest penis any of them had ever seen.
“Can we touch it, Flower?” Sunlover asked.
“At your own risk, child!” she said.
With that, they reached out and touched the flaccid organ that was not quite as long as they were tall.
“It’s soft!” proclaimed Xanadue in surprise, and she waved to some of the other women to join her. Within seconds six wide-eyed women stood on each side of the huge organ, placing first one hand on it and then a second. They all marveled as they watched the veins in it swell with the rhythm of the giant’s heartbeat.
Sunlover placed an arm across its giant girth and leaned an ear against one of the veins so she could listen to the blood flow.
“I’d say he is alive and well,” she said to her partner with a big grin.
“Let’s see how well he is?” Xanadue said as she threw a leg atop the giant penis and straddled it just below the giant head.
Sunlover climbed on behind her and said, “This certainly is better than horseback riding.”
“Yeah! Yippee!” Xanadue replied as she stretched both arms around the penis and began bouncing as if she was hanging on dearly to a saddled mount.
Flowerchild began to laugh when she saw the giant penis begin to rise. She could see from its changing color that blood was rushing quickly to it, summoned no doubt by the overzealous Passionate women.
Startled, Sunlover jumped off immediately, but not Xanadue. She hung on for dear life, continuing her gyrating motions until the penis stood erect and she dropped to her feat.
“Isn’t it beautiful,” she said to Sunlover, as both girls walked around the erect cock, marveling at its pinkish glow. “It’s as big as we are tall and bigger around than any of us. It’s magnificent!”
“Yes it is,” Xanadue said, eyes filled with joy. “What do you say we see what we can get it to do?”
“What are you talking about?”
“You’ll see! Take off your clothes and pour that bucket of soapy water over it,” she said.
To everyone’s utter amazement, both women stripped off their clothes and from opposite sides of the huge phallus, drenched it in soapy water. They then pressed their bodies against the hard shaft and began to dance with their arms, breasts and legs rubbing constantly against the giant penis. They moved up and down and around in circles, never stopping or losing contact with the giant’s stiffening organ. Their hands massaged reached up to massage the head and their hands pulled on the loose skin that surrounded it. They were like children playing a sexual game of Ring-Around-The-Rosie.
The penis got harder and harder as the women squealed with satisfaction. Then, with a sudden blast of hot air from the giant’s nostrils, they felt his belly convulse, almost dislodging their snug grip on the tree-like appendage. Three times the giant’s stomach rose and fell, and each time Xanadue and Sunlover hung on for dear life. Then, finally the tall stranger unleashed a giant load.
Ejaculate flew high into the air and splashed down on everyone who was anywhere near the erotic dancers. Xanadue and Sunlover were forced to pull away as semen rolled from the giant head and covered each of them in salty fluid.
They laughed with joy and embraced each other with semen-soaked hair.
“Now, that’s what I call an orgasm!” Xanadue said, wiping the giant’s cum from her face.
“You’re crazy Xanadue!” Sunlover said as she tried to catch her breath. “But that was fun.”
“You call this fun?” Flowerchild bellowed at the top of her lungs.
When the Passionates turned to look at their boss, all laughter came to an abrupt halt. Flowerchild, too, was covered in the giant’s semen. She looked angry, as silence choked the work crew. After wiping the semen from her face and lips, the leader of the Passionates turned to Whisper and said, “His spunk is quite potent, probably because he lost so many fluids crossing the desert. Have the girls roll out some of the pineapple wine. We’ll want to sweeten him up a bit before we try this again.”
And a cheer so loud went up from Passion Valley that it was heard all across Lillipusss.

As for me, I decided to feign my semi-conscious state for a while longer, at least for as long as the wine, the women and the dancing continued.