Wash Day

Wash Day

Clementine backed away from the basket of washing her grandmother held out to her, "Um, isn't there something else that needs doing, Granmama?" She shook her head of luxuriant black ringlets, "I'd really rather NOT go down to the river right now."

"What's gotten into you gel?" asked the apple-doll faced woman with the basket, "It used to be your favorite task, you couldn't wait to get out of the house and run to the river. Why I'd have to come looking for you at supper time, you were that fond of splashing about!"

The slim girl looked anywhere but at her grandmother, who she loved and wished to oblige more than anything, "How about sweeping? I will do a bang up job sweeping, I promise." Clementine had turned sixteen that past March, and it was now high summer. She was ripe and full come to womanhood, with a fresh rosy face, full upright breasts, and hips that had begun to sway of their own accord. She would walk through the village trailing an invisible scent of peaches, and attracting a coterie of young men like slinking hounds, but most of the time she paid them no mind.

Hands on her hips, Grandmother in her starched apron faced her down, "Now Clemmie, you'd best tell me what the trouble is, for you're not too big for me to use the cane on."

Bare foot tracing a line in the nonexistent dust in Granmama's kitchen, Clementine shyly admitted, "There's them as what say there's a troll down by the bridge."

"Pish posh and nonsense, what a thing to believe in, at your age," retorted her elder, "Take this basket and begone with ya, " and with that the brisk little woman pushed her granddaughter and basket out the door together and slammed it behind her.

"But, but, Noelle said the troll 'touched' her and made her do bad things..." Clemmie's voice trailed off as she humped the basket onto one full hip and headed down the hill to the river.

No one was there to listen, and besides, Noelle was not the most reliable witness, having been known to get corked on cowslip wine and let the village boys feel her up more than once. Still, the story had sounded mighty convincing in the schoolyard the other day, seated in the cool green shade of the pepper tree. But in the heat of summer, a quick dip in the water was enticing, and soon Clemmie had shoved any worries about trolls to the back of her mind with a quick, "What a ridiculous notion."

Reaching the river, it was in full voice, purling and chattering amongst the broad flat stones where the women slapped and beat their laundry before leaving it to bleach in the sun. Clemmie stripped down to her thinnest and oldest shift, a lawn so fine every bump and nubbin of her nipples could be seen and that was before it got wet with washing. The ruffled hem hit her at the upper thigh, and when she bent to scrub, her firm young ass could be seen bobbing up and down. Looking closely, as a village lad might be wont to do, a faint shadow of young growth might be picked out between her flexing thighs.

Little did Clemmie know that she was being watched, and from under the bridge nearby, exactly where one would expect a troll to lurk. A pair of murky green eyes followed her every move, and widened with interest when, the laundry drying, Clemmie stripped off the now wet and pointless shift and slid otter-like into the glassy water. Pale legs flashed out as she ducked and swam, surfacing only to sleek her hair back from her face, covered in water droplets. Turning somersaults in the joy of youth, she would show first creamy pink topped breasts, then a smooth tummy, hips with their hidden juncture, rounded thighs, and slender legs. Over and over she turned and twisted and wriggled and writhed, driving the watcher under the bridge slightly insane with lust. "Nymmmmph," he murmured, stroking himself.

Refreshed and tired, Clementine hoisted herself onto the flattest of the rocks, and with her legs curled underneath her bottom, began to finger comb her long black hair. Having arranged it to her satisfaction, she lay down upon the rock and drifted into a dreamy state. It was well known among village lads that the girls swam and did laundry and were often naked around these rocks, but it was just as well known that some of those girls had brothers... brothers who were friends and knew exactly where to find you should a sister identify a face peeping amongst the leaves. So it was that the girls knew there was a chance the boys were looking and the boys knew there was a chance a girl might be naked, but nothing more than that.

Feeling safe, knowing help was but a scream away, Clemmie had fallen completely asleep in the hot sun, hair tendrils lifted about her by errant breezes as she slept, when she suddenly felt cold. Blinking, she was puzzled to find herself in shadow, despite the hour of the day, when looking up she saw a huge figure of a man standing above her. Immediately, she gathered herself to stand and flee, but even more swiftly, the figure bent and gently but firmly a hand captured each well-turned ankle and held her fast, legs spread.

"Well, well, what have we here?" asked a cultured sounding voice, and close by, out of the contrast of the sun, Clemmie could see this was no man, but a giant troll!

Easily eight feet tall, and definitely green, this creature wore something a lot like Lederhosen, and not much else. His skin was bumpy and scarred, and covered a vast, deep chest, a trunk-like torso, huge columns for legs, and arms that could whip a carthorse around his head and sling it across the barnyard should he so choose. His head was as round as a pumpkin, and about as even, a gash of a mouth stretched in a smile, small eyes twinkling. While he was examining his little prize fish, he had already begun moving his fingers over Clemmie's feet, stroking them almost absently. Clemmie was horrified to find herself, trapped, naked, on a rock, with a monster stroking her, and liking the sensation.

"You are the troll! Noelle wasn't lying!" she squeaked.

The troll lifted one finger admonishingly, not letting go over her ankle, "Ah ah ah, ogre, please. And I do not know who Noelle is or what she told you, but if she was the delicious plump little redhead who wore herself out on my cock on Wednesday, then yes, I have had the pleasure." He moved his thick hands inexorably up her legs, spreading her wider as she did so. "Let me guess," he went on in his curiously well-educated voice, "No one believed her?" He kneaded and smoothed the flesh of Clemmie's thighs as he talked in soothing tones, like to a skittish horse.

"Why, no, well, I did, but, no one believed me," Clemmie sucked in a sudden breath as a green digit skimmed up her inner thigh. "Oh God, what are you going to do to me?" She asked somewhat unnecessarily, as the finger moved to part her lips and stroke her in a desultory manner.

One meaty hand held her thigh to the warm stone, while the other began probing her in a firm and business-like manner. She bit her lips and tried not to squirm as the ogre answered her matter of factly, "I am going to fuck you, little girl, and you are going to like it. Then you can go back to the redhead and compare notes, and maybe you will both come back for a little visit."

With that, he bent his head and gave her cunt a lick with a tongue nearly the size of a bull's. Poor Clemmie just about passed out from pleasure just from the one taste he gave her, but he did not stop there. Gripping her and holding her wide, he ran his tongue along her pussy from stem to stern. She was filled with twin feelings of lust and shame as the ogre's long tongue lashed at her pussy. It felt like the ogre's tongue dragging across her clit was both the only thing that soothed the weird, building ache, but it also inflamed it.

Clemmie gasped and writhed, as the strong tongue forced her to ride up a bit from the rock onto the troll, er, ogre's face, "Oh no, oh no, oh no," she began to cry.

The ogre chuckled a bit to himself, "Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes," as he delicately nibbled at her clit with teeth shaped like small boulders.

Clemmie was now beside herself, and pushing at the gigantic green shoulders, trying to get away from the awful pleasure that was threatening to overwhelm her. Somehow, though, the wiggling made it worse, and she shortly found herself clenching and bucking, naked, with an ogre's face buried in her thighs.

A moment or two later, she lay panting on her sun-warmed rock, watching the ogre unbuckle his leather shorts, to reveal a cock the length of her forearm, with a knobby fist sized head. Clemmie looked upon the ogre with terror as he advanced, heavy cock swaying; realizing she is about to feel that cock in her virgin body, she flushed despite herself. She bit her pink lips and turneed her head in shame as she felt her groin flush with heat and her legs spread of their own accord, "No, no, no" she whispered.

Clemmie looked at the ogre with a tear streaked face above plump thighs and rounded breasts, tipped with rock hard, reddened nipples - "What is with all this negativity?" asked the ogre, stroking his length with a proprietary air, "You like it, I like it. So, you didn't think your first time would be like this, well, I'm here to tell you, your first time is never like you imagine it would be..." He eyed her swollen and weeping pussy almost clinically, "And you are ready for it, girlie, past time I would say." He knelt between her legs, which despite her protests, seemed to be quite welcoming, and he slid his shovel-sized hands under her ass and lifted her without a tremor to better position her for the entry of his outsized member.

Clementine looked down her own white body, at her widespread legs, with the ogre poised between them, massive cock jutting upwards, her eyes widened with terror and desire. The ogre ran his finger over her pussy, waking her back up and smoothing her own juices over her. Clemmie mewled as she felt the massive green cock pause at her entrance, and unable to help herself she rubbed her slick self against it, panting.

"Oh, yeah," he grunted, "You want it."

"Ah" she winced as the massive member slowly pushed into her, though she was wet with her own come and ogre saliva, it was still an incredibly tight fit. Clemmie gurgled with pain and pleasure mixed inextricably as the ogre's cock tore into her, pale pink streaks of her own blood adding to the lubrication.

The ogre was actually being quite considerate of her inexperienced state, and moving very slowly. But she was unable to stand the slow pressure and twisted, finally impaling herself upon the ogre's cock, taking him to the hilt, while emitting a breathy scream. That having been accomplished, she closed her eyes as the ogre pumped in and out of her, the knobby head ramming at her secret places, turning pain into a wild joy. Losing herself in the ancient motions, Clemmie's pale, blood streaked thighs flexed open and closed about his thick body, mimicking a horse rider, while her long hair trailed onto the stone as she arched her back to meet his increasingly vicious thrusts, proudly she received the assault, welcoming it.

The ogre forgot all about being gentle and considerate, as this banshee moaned and screams underneath him, urging him on. It did not take long before the girl began to rock and shudder; red faced, crying, the tension broke and she flailed under the pounding, "Oh, Oh, Oh! " she mindlessly babbled. Watching her breasts bob, hips pump, rosy mouth begging who knows what Gods, sent the ogre over the edge himself, and he erupted hard within her.

Clemmie felt his cum splash hotly, and her womb opened and sucked at the ogre's cock, receiving the gallon of hot liquid. She passed out. Silence ensued.

Clemmie sleepily realized she was being turned over for another assault upon her person, a massive cock now nudging at her ass, her eyes popped open. She began to protest, attempting to squirm away, but was too late as the ogre ungently speared her. She bit down hard on her lip, hard enough to draw a little blood, and hissed as he slammed into her.

The Ogre looked down upon his little nymph, who is spread out so widely, so helplessly, in front of him, her breasts rubbing the rock, face buried in her own hair, and he sped up, making her begin to scream in earnest. He cupped a hand over her mouth, sure she would not want an errant family member to see her like this.

Meanwhile, Clemmie, who had begun to realize she relished this sensation; screamed and clawed at the ground, mindless and wild, as she orgasmed for the third time.

The Ogre, almost insane with her tight, clenching, virgin asshole pulled out and shot his cum everywhere, her back, her thighs, her hair, coating her in ogre semen.

She passed out again. Silence ensued.

Awhile later, Clemmie woke up, the afternoon has cooled a bit. Her skin crackled as the ogre's thick layer of semen had formed a crust, snapping off as she stood and stretched. But of him, there is no sign. She gathered up the wash, now dry, into a basket, and skipped up the hill to Granmama's house. She had to find Noelle and lay plans for the next washing day...

The End