Finish What You Started

Tom wasn’t sure what time it was when he awoke. His neck ached and he had a slight headache. There was light shining down on him from the lamp to his left.

Sitting up, he found himself sprawled on a pillow next to the nightstand, tucked into a short white bootie sock, the edge trimmed in pink and matching pompom.

“Welcome back sleepyhead,” she said, looking over and picking up a bookmark with a fancy red tassel, slipping it into her book before closing it. It looked like she was now wearing a loose fitting nightshirt.

“Am I inside one of your socks?” he asked, his last conscious memory being trapped inside the swollen flooded depths of her vagina.

Laying her head on the pillow facing him, she smiled, “Yes,” she said.

Nodding, “Okay,” he said, looking down at the abbreviated sock.

“How are you feeling?” she inquired, petting the side of his face, smiling at him.

Yawning and stretching, he nodded again, “Not bad,” he replied, no point discussing his petty aches and pains.

“Good, then you’re ready to go again,” she said, sitting upright, cross legged, facing the pillow. Reaching out, she pick him and the sock up together and set it in the space between her legs.

Sliding out of the sock, he stood up, wringing his hands together as he gazed up at her. “I don’t know, I’m pretty beat and could use some food,” he said.

She smiled down at him, pulling the hem of her oversized t-shirt over her upper thigh unveiling her naked genitals. “Eat this,” she instructed.

He looked from her face to her pussy and back, frowning.

Lifting her left hand, she turned it over and made a come hither beckoning motioning with the index finger.

“Isn’t it late, like don’t you have school in the morning?” he asked, eyes drifting back to her naked sex, a little touch of caution in his heart having been recently confined there.

She cocked her head to the side, “Do you maybe just want to cuddle?” she asked, grinning.

He smiled back, the special one, “That would be nice,” he replied, nodding and smiling.

She chuckled, “Okay, I think after we’re done we can have ourselves a little cuddle time,” she said, putting a hand behind him patting his back, forcing him forward toward her glistening sex.

The closer he got, the more he could tell she was aroused, witnessing the transformation of her delicate flesh from a ground level perspective. Pressing himself against her tender area, right hand pushing up and under the flesh capping her sensitive button.

“Yes, that’s nice,” she cooed, closing her eyes and letting him play there.

He was tired and hungry. When was the last time he ate? He couldn’t remember. The sooner he could finish her off, maybe the sooner she could get him something to eat. His mind wandered.

“Focus,” she said, index finger applying pressure to the back of his skull and pressing his face into her hot flesh, swirling it and him around.

He tried to resist, but the pressure was too strong, too forceful to do anything other and submit.

She let out an audible sigh. Picking him up in her hand, she tilted her pelvis, repositioning him and pushing his face against the rosebud of her pink little asshole.

“No, no,” he protested, “not your butt,” shaking his head vigorously.

She wasn’t listening as he felt his head pushed passed the sphincter of her asshole, the sleek tissue inside hot against the skin of his face. It was slightly pungent within as he felt himself sliding up inside her rectum, the darkness closing around him until only his feet were left outside of her body. Not matter how much he tried to wriggle, he found he could barely move. When she flexed her ass muscles, he felt like he was being pulled up and deeper into her bowels. He tried to flare his feet out to try and prevent himself from being devoured.

For her, it was a positively decadent sensation, feeling the young Thomas Wentworth held tightly in her snug little bung, him at the mercy of her ass. There was a certain thrill to it as she played with herself, his tiny efforts only heightening the pleasure she experienced as she brought herself to orgasm. Part of her wished she could have used him full sized, tied to her bed, and once he was spent, she could shrink him and stuff inside her pussy. The thought warmed her as she continued to enjoy the residual waves of pleasure.

After a while, she got up from the bed and wandered to the bathroom, sitting down on the toilet and peeing. Wiping herself, she tickled Tom’s feet with the corner of toilet paper.

Giggling she got up, slushed and washed her hands. A thought occurred to her. How had Cassidy kept Tom overnight? She frowned. While she contemplated the idea of leaving him wedged in her bottom, she wasn’t entirely sure he could survive the night there.

Flipping up the lid on her laundry hamper, she moved a couple of things around and found the panties she had been wearing earlier in the evening and held them up. There weren’t particularly nasty, but at least they held her scent.

Stepping a foot onto the toilet seat, she reached around behind her buttocks and took his tiny feet in her fingers, withdrawing him slowly from confined space of her ass, a slight sucking noise as he slid free and into her palm.

Gasping, he shook his head, “I’ll behave from here on out,” he assured.

He had been conscious the whole time, she smiled.

Picking him up, she washed him under the faucet and placed him inside the gusset of her soiled panties, spinning it over on itself a couple of times, cocooning him inside. Satisfied he was adequately secured, she hung him from the corner of her headboard overlooking her bed.

“Sleep tight,” she joked, reaching over and clicking off the lamp.