The first thing you should know about me is this: My dick is big.

Huge! Massive! I’m not kidding. I’m not bragging, either. It’s actually kind of a problem.

The second thing you should know is that the rest of me is proportional to my dick. That is, I’m a giant. I started off as a normal kid, but puberty hit. Most boys my age topped out around six feet, give or take. I kept growing until I was over a hundred. No one had ever seen anything like it, and no one really knew what to do about me.

Obviously, I couldn’t remain in the Village for safety reasons, but I wasn’t ever disliked by the villagers. I made myself useful, and in return, the majority of my needs were met without grudge. They even constructed a large covering in a nearby valley where I could make my shelter. And I was never made to feel ugly or monstrous. Overall, things were good. There was only one thing missing: a woman.

Even before I’d reached my full height, women seemed like the only thing I could think of. They were interested in me, too, coming to visit me regularly in my valley. In time, one of them became my girlfriend. Her name was Marie. I used to pick her up and place her on my shoulder as I strolled through the forests and hills, loving to hear her laugh.

We would have been intimate, too, if it hadn’t been a physical impossibility. However, that didn’t prevent her from teasing me. She’d stand on my nose and dance seductively for me, stripping off her clothes and showing her beautiful body. She delighted in making my cock grow as tall as a telephone pole and four times as thick.

Even if we couldn’t practically get each other off, we could at least get ourselves off for each other. I’d watch her pleasuring her tiny but immaculate pussy as I ran my fist up and down my gargantuan erection. She’d talk dirty to me, telling me her fantasies, all the things she’d do to me, and what she wanted me to do to her if we were the same size. Often, just the thought of being inside her was enough to bring me to orgasm.

So, about my semen… You might think that a giant would produce giant sperm monsters as big as rats. You’d be wrong. My ejaculate is just like anyone else’s. It’s just that there’s a lot more of it. But did you know that giant semen is actually good for the skin and hair? It’s been scientifically proven. Go read the research online. The villagers installed a pool near my shelter to collect it all, and were grateful for my regular contributions, which they packaged and sold for revenue. I did my best to keep it topped up.

One late autumn day, after I’d made my regular contribution to the Village economy, I was left with a profound sense of sadness. It was Marie’s dirty talk. As hot as the fantasies were, they would always be out of our grasp. I’d never get to experience actual sex with her or any other woman. I was doomed to a life of involuntary celibacy.

I shared these thoughts with Marie as I walked her home - a few steps for me, over a mile for her. Setting her down in front of her house, she confidently told me to leave it with her. Even though I didn’t know what she could possibly do, I felt at least a little reassured.

“It’ll be a Christmas gift,” she promised.

“But that’s still weeks away,” I whined.

“Be patient, my love. I need time, but I promise it will be worth the wait,” Marie said with an infuriatingly cute little wink. She turned and went into her house. I returned to my valley and waited.

The anticipation was killing me. Christmas couldn’t come fast enough. But come it finally did after a seemingly eternal advent.

I arrived at the Village dressed in a white shirt, a leather jerkin, and a long red kilt. I’d taken to wearing kilts since pants always seemed too confining for a man of my size. The Christmas celebrations were already in full swing. There was a colossal decorated Christmas tree in the center of the Square, with an equally tall scaffold tower next to it. Both came up to roughly waist-height on me. The Village folk were festively making merry around it, aided by ample supplies of mulled wine. Marie was standing with the Mayor in the square, awaiting me.

“Merry Christmas,” I cheerfully greeted them. I looked to Marie hopefully.

“I’ve got something special planned,” Marie assured me.

“Marie, explained your… ahem… predicament,” the Mayor said, “And… well… I think we’ve come up with… a solution?.... A work-around?.... Well, you’ll see.”

“See what?” I asked.

In reply, the Mayor whistled loudly.

“I hope you don’t mind, but I told the other women in the Village, and they… they want to help,” Marie explained with an excited smile.

“Help?” I repeated.

“We’re all so grateful for everything you’ve done for us,” the Mayor said. “We wanted to show our appreciation.”

Women began to assemble in the middle of the square. There were about three dozen of them, diverse in their physical features, but all of them young and beautiful.

“We would like to take your virginity,” Marie offered.

“You?” I asked, still unsure how that was supposed to happen.

“All of us,” Marie clarified, gesturing to the gathered women.

With a brief nod from the Mayor, the festive music cut out. The musicians began a different tune: I Want to Sex You Up by Color Me Badd. The women began to sway to the music in a choreographed dance routine they must have practiced all month. I watched them move with delight and fascination, especially when they began to shed articles of clothing, leaving all of them fully naked by the end of the song. My cock responded as you’d expect, prodding obtrusively from the front of my kilt.

“Lift it,” Marie encouraged. “Let us all see!”

I raised the hem of my kilt above my waist, exposing my cock. There was a gasp from the crowd of observers. The women began to climb the scaffolding. I noticed that on their way up, they were being showered in baby oil, lathering up their nubile bodies until they were glistening.

“Go to them,” Marie instructed, nodding to the tower.

Smiling, I moved into position, with the very tip of my dick level with the top of the tower. One by one, the women began to climb on. As soon as one boarded my cock, she’d begin to crawl towards the base while the next would grab hold of the ankles of those ahead of them, so that all together they created a sleeve of supple feminine flesh encircling my throbbing erection. I’d never felt anything like it. Their bodies so warm, so slippery with oil, squeezed and snuggled all around me. Marie was the last to join, near the tip. The women on the end of my cock took hold of the scaffolding with a firm grip.

“Fuck us!” Marie cried out, and the other women wantonly echoed her.

The women held firmly together, linked hand and foot in a flexible mesh, as my cock tentatively pulled out. I smiled with gratitude, recognizing the amount of training they must have done to make this possible. I began to push back in, finding them more than welcoming of my girth. The sensation sent shivers through my entire body.

The women moaned and pleaded with me to give it to them faster and harder. I obliged until the tower was shaking with each thrust. After all these hopeless years, I was finally going to know the feel of a woman making me cum - Three dozen of them all at once. I could feel it building in my balls, desperate for release.

“Oh god!… I’m going to cum!” I announced.

A cheer erupted from the crowd of villagers. The women cried out too, coaxing me the final step to ecstasy. My balls tightened, and I shot a huge blast of cum into the pussy made of village-women. Then another and another. The crowd was going wild as my seed dripped down the side of the tower and flooded the bottom.

“It’s a white Christmas!” exclaimed the Mayor, sending the crowd into fresh frenzies of applause. Needless to say, all the village-women had immaculate skin and hair that year.