This choice: The angry neighbour who had his 70's Land Boat ruined • Go Back...Chapter #7The angry neighbour who had his 70's Land B... by: laminar3389  
The sound of a shotgun going off would have been more frightening if you were right next to it instead of 400 feet away and next to breasts 5 stories tall. Jane looks down on you in mock surprise, and bends over, giving you a wonderfull view down her tunnel of cleavage. Sam Crotchley, the neighbor who just shot Jane, is fumbling with reloading his double barrelled shotgun, the shells he just recently dropped as Jane's 90 foot tall head lowered itself, blotting out the sun and casting Sam into deep shadow.
"You giant bitch, you crushed my classic!" Sam angrily yells, barely managing to get one shell loaded into the gun before he pulls the trigger again. To Jane, it feels as if Sam is puffing air at her.
Taking a step back, her pretty nude colored heel smashing through the front of a house before her sole ground it completely into the ground, Jane gestures to the crumpled mass of steel in the crater her foot left in the ground.
"Oh that was your car mr. Crotchley?, I just can't help but smush things under my shoes." Jane licks her very red lips, standing tall again, looking down at the 2/3rds of an inch man. Sam manages to reload his shotgun and is firing, however there is no effect.
"I'm such a big girl, and you're just an itty bitty spec right now to me."
Jane gives you a smile, one that you've seen before she does nasty things.
"That gun you're using Mr. Crotchley isn't very nice, and it doesn't do well to call me a bitch."
Jane lifts up other foot, the nude heel shining in the sun, and brings it down on Sam Crotchley. The force from her stomp vibrates through her fingers to you, rattling around inbetween her thumb and forefinger. You watch as Jane's foot lays waste to the neighbor hood again, the ground rippling from the shock of her step, dust, and more cars flipping from the shockwave of her stomp. Her breasts heave and jiggle in the blouse she is wearing.
Your hard on which you've been sporting ever since she ripped the roof off, has jismed in your pants, the wetness soaking through your pants. Jane smiles down at you, "You sick prick, you got off on that didn't you." Raising your arms up you can't but helplessly smile at your goddess.
"yeah I did, Jane, being held by you at this size is orgasmic enough but watching and feeling you stomp my asshole neighbor caused me to blow my load."
Jane smiles at you, and brings you up to her lips for a kiss, enveloping your torso with her plush lips. "Well, you'll be blowing your load lots when: "  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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