It was
reaching midnight. An airport customer official helped get me a ride. She
wasn’t home when I got back and I used the voice activated front door to get
inside. The house was dark and quiet.
I went
through the house. The darkness made me feel a little less than the
co-inhabitant, more like an intruder. In the bedroom I climbed onto the bed, texting
Jen that I was home. For a little while it was quiet. Unable to turn the light
on, I fell into a nap.
Her car
pulled up the drive. There was a feminine groan of tiredness as she burst in
from her night of bar-hopping. I started awake and was confused for a second. Even
without the lights on the house suddenly felt alive.
She slung
into the room. A nail tip brushed my head. She bent very close behind my head
and her voice rumbled through my skull:
“HEY THERE
LITTLE FUTURE HUSBAND, WHO SAID YOU GET TO SLEEP YET?”
I stirred,
knowing I was in for a rough, unsettled sleep if I didn’t accommodate her.
Seeing I
was awake, her hand eagerly swooped me up and slipped me under her top. I
bumped face first into the underside of one very warm, soft breast, and she let
out a breath of relief.
She cupped
me in her palm, rubbing my spine up and down the curve of her breast, while
playing with my member, running it in and out the spaces of her fingers. I
couldn’t get out of her grasp and had to endure the head of my penis being
absent-mindedly tugged and screwed between her forefinger and thumb. She rolled
it back and forth and stretched it out until my toes curled, and then drew the
tip of her nail delicately around the circumference of my glans. I squirmed in
agony. This went on for twenty minutes, and somehow she was able to drag it out
without letting me come.
She looked
straight down at me as if from multiple floors over my head. It felt like a
small log between my legs and I was nearly weak from the exhaustion of
retaining it.
“KISS ME,”
she said.
As her lips
bloomed into an eager pout, her pull on my member dragged me inexorably
forwards until my face ended up plastered onto her moist lips and stuck there
by her lip gloss. Her middle finger lifted from my chest to catch me under the
chin and incline my face up, while her grip on my member stubbornly held.
We kissed
on the bed for several minutes, her lips thick and warm and heavy all over my
face. I was bathed in a confusing mix of scents lingering on her body, her
perfume, sweat, smokiness from wherever venue she’d been, and the intimacy of
her sex.
Then she
set me the task of taking her panties off. I ventured between her spread legs
and ran my hand down the waistband, wrenching. She chuckled, letting me carry
on my monumental task, crawling about, and the underwear was gradually removed.
Her enormous mass shifted to eagerly help me.
I took her
panties to her ankles and managed to pull them free, then I stroked my hands
against her inner thigh as I made my way towards her womanhood, which grew
larger and larger until it virtually matched my height. She helpfully parted
her legs and let me spread her labia.
Even at
rest her vagina was tight, and the strength of her pelvic muscles molded my
little body to fit her better. The tunnel stretched around me like a close
sleeve, and trapped me in darkness as if inside a fist. There was a shallow
curve in her tunnel which my spine was forced to fit around closely, and
keeping all my muscles relaxed made this more tolerable.
With every
pleasurable convulsion of her aperture I was stretched and compressed, and
bands of her sex muscles drew tight around my ribcage, chopping my breathing up
into bursts.
The world
seemed to rock back and forth as her butt dragged against the mattress with
growing enjoyment.
Surrounded
by her scent and anatomy my arousal was also sent through the roof until my
aching dick, which was trapped under the tight fold of one of her pussy lips, and
pounding for release. She must have felt it, and ran a fingertip around the tip
to identify where it was. The pure sensation made me light headed. Then she
gave it a tug, stretching to the max. At the same time, the throat of her
vagina clenched hard to keep me inside her, pulling me unbearably in two
different directions.
It not only
stretched my dick but my entire body and I let out a groan in a mix of surprise
and lust. My body felt like it would burst. There was another unbearable wave
of pleasure as she began stroking my erection against her clit, and moving it
faster, rimming her hood, bringing my tip closer and closer to the swelling
nub.
Before I
could come, she moved her touch from my glans to the exposed soles of my feet,
poking with a nail tip to tickle me.
I kicked my
legs and thrashed, which was exactly what she wanted. Her tunnel flexed inward
until I was caught in the iron trap of its throat and held until I settled.
Then her nail returned to tickle my feet. I squirmed again, and she laughed as
my movement set off a flush of arousal between her hips, which brought on
increasing wetness to swamp my face, sticky and warm, slightly sweet and
nauseating, like ice cream that had melted in heat. I pushed my head away, but
it found my mouth somehow and got inside and I was forced to swallow the thick warm
river.
Then she
was coming and in a heartbeat, the tunnel shrunk in, forcing me to shrink with
it. My body drummed with pain as it was squeezed without mercy for several
seconds of orgasmic cycles.
She let out
a huge sigh.
When my
eyeline pushed just past the soft gluey curtain of her labia, a different vista
met my eyes. We were in the bathroom now. She had walked in while I was inside
her. Hot steamy air swirled up from the soapy bath, and the air hummed with
warmth from the ceiling heat lamps. She got in and plunged me under the water,
inside her.
The jerks
and convulsions of building orgasm wave crests washed over my body in
succession. A band of vagina muscle was squeezing so tight around my neck and
chest that I started seeing stars. My body was tingling all over from the
cycles of pressure, her vagina working on me with a fierce kind of suction on
my tiny, defenceless body, like it wanted to press me down to paper and pull me
up into her uterus. Her vagina alone was capable of lifting and trapping and
even squashing me like a bug between a finger and thumb. The thought sent
shivers of helpless arousal through my manhood, as if it knew it was so puny by
comparison.
Jen’s sexed-up
squeal peeked through the mental fog.
“JERRY…OH
MY GOD…IT FEELS SO GOOD... A LITTLE HARDER… A LITTLE MORE…”
I imagined
how Jen looked from the outside, thrusting against the bath wall, her boobs
bouncing, her wet hair, the rivulets running down her breasts – my dick firmed
up even harder, and managed to summon some extra reserve of energy to see the
act through to the end.
She sat up
onto the edge of the bath and then I was outside her pussy, gripped upside down
by my ankles. The sharp pulsation of climax caused a mix of pussy fluid and pee
to hose my face down. I fought about in shock as it burned down my throat, the
warmth filled up my stomach before I could spit it out. My stomach stretched
and became achingly full before the sickening deluge mercifully stopped.
Totally
sated, Jen let out a gasp of happy fulfilment.
I winced as
my penis tip burned from contact with her pee.
Her opening
gave a final satisfied pulsation and the last sticky lump of girl juice was
strained out and ejected onto my face. I quickly swallowed this before it got
in my eyes. It got trapped in my throat for several panic-filled seconds before
the last salty bitter drops of urine were expelled and trailed down my head. I
desperately sucked them up and without a second thought gargled it so the
faintly acidic pee could help to break up the congestion.
I relaxed
in her hands, spent as she gave me a warm sensual bath. She stood over the
sink, rotating me, gently lifting my arms and spreading my legs to send her
soft soapy fingertips into every inch of my body, meanwhile her persuasive
touch kept sneaking in between my thighs and plying me with a handjob.
“I need to
rest now,” I groaned as she carried me back into bed. “Please.”
“LET ME
HELP YOU OUT,” she murmured. “YOU EARNED IT.”
Her warm
breath beat against my groin for a second before being flipped about and
wiggled by soft wet slaps from her oral muscle. She made a kissing pout and
encircled the head of my dick with her lips. Blasts of suction gripped and
wrenched. The suction nearly drove me insane, reducing me to convulsing mess.
There was an erotic jolt from my balls and a throbbing load shot onto the pink spread
of her tongue, which was swallowed immediately.
*
I got lost
sometime after four in the morning and regained consciousness in sweaty
darkness. My head was wedged into the space between her big toe and second toe,
which were happily bear-hugging my skull. She didn’t seem to realize.
I
remembered waking up somewhere mid-bed and blearily hiking down the mattress in
the direction I thought was the head, but actually was the end of the bed. Half
asleep, I had an accidental bump in the dark with Jen’s super warm right foot,
and while she was dreamily asleep, her toes mindlessly intuited that because my
head was an almost perfect fit for the space after her big toe, ergo my head
must belong there.
Meanwhile,
I was confusedly being lifted off the mattress and turned around in the dark,
and with machinelike compulsion, my skull was fitted in between the hard
knuckle of her big toe’s first joint, and her second toe. Placated, they began
the cycles of kneading and squeezing, as if to pressure my head to fit the space
better.
There was a
clamp around my head, like tight, industrial grade headphones. Every several
seconds it increased and held on until there was throbbing in my ears. Then it
released. I got a gulp of air. Then the pressure came back, with a nuzzling
kind of movement that journeyed around my temples. Every squeeze was
accompanied by a fuzzy, tingly feeling around my scalp. I was trapped.
This went
on and on until I was dizzy, and eventually passed out.
I awoke and
it all came back. My head pounding, being rolled and squeezed with idle rolling
movements that worked back and forth and around.
Drawing on
my last reserve of strength before I passed out a second time, I began to
wrestle and kick about. Since my head was clamped still, this began to make my neck
ache.
The steel
clamp feeling released as the mattress creaked with rapid relocating movements.
“JERRY…”
Jen’s sleep-thickened voice came through the darkness, “…JESUS…ARE YOU OKAY?”
Her hand bumped around the end of the bed until it had come upon me and flown
me out onto the other side of the blanket.
As soft
fingertips explored my body, her warm breath flared into my face as she brought
me right up to her eyes to examine me in the dark.
“I’m okay,”
I panted.
Satisfied,
she brushed her nail through my hair. A feeling of relief and relaxation swept
over my body.
“I’m much
stronger than I look.”
Then my
head was given a small, affectionate squeeze which caused the throbbing to
break out again.
“Ow.” I
pushed at her fingertips.
“YOU THINK
YOU’RE STRONG,” there was faint derision in her voice, “BUT THERE’S GOT TO BE A
BETTER WAY TO SLEEP TOGETHER.”