They’d stayed in for Valentine’s Day. He made the dinner, but she was in charge of the wine. When they were in the bedroom and he started feeling woozy, she helped him onto the bed before he passed out. When he awoke, he was completely disoriented: buried under pink lace and atop a very warm, squishy mattress. He tried to squirm away, but when stopped when he heard familiar-sounding thunder.
“Ohhhhh, mmmmm. Hi, honey.”
He took stock of his surroundings again. Had he had too much to drink? Because the only alternative was the fact that he was a few inches tall, inside his girlfriend’s panties and on top of her pussy.
“What’s going on?”
She giggled at the high-pitched squeaks he made. “I shrunk you, obviously. I figured, since we’re staying home on Valentine’s Day, we should at least make it interesting, so I spiked your wine.” He sputtered incoherently at that, but all it did was make her giggle again. And, ever so slightly, make a tingle run up her spine.
“Don’t worry, baby. You’ll be fine by tomorrow.” She ran her fingers over her crotch, almost smothering him in her increasingly moist labia. “Mmmmmm. Just think of it as our own personal couple’s suite.” As she pushed his tiny frame into her lower lips, he responded by writhing and wriggling. Soon, he was squirming his way into her vagina without her prodding, exploring her soaking cave with more amorous energy than she had ever seen in him at his full size while she stroked her clitoris.
“Oh, fuuuuuck. That’s right, baby: make me happy tonight. Let me hug you, let me squeeze you, let me come all over you.”
Not that he had much choice in the matter. As her passion grew, he was trapped at the very epicenter. Every move he made inside her was countered with another clench of her cunt, and each squeeze was more intense than the last. He was pushed around by her vagina like a sex toy. He was a sex toy, for all intents and purposes, and he was enjoying every minute of it. When she finally came, it was the most surreal experience he’d ever had: trapped in her hot, wet pussy as it clamped down on him, he couldn’t do anything as her cum washed over him except to drink whatever flowed into his mouth and try not to drown in her diluvian orgasm.
When her titanic throes finally subsided, he felt the gentle pushing of firm muscles on him as they worked him from his lover’s vagina like he was being born once again. As he was forced from her pussy, he felt two giant fingers pinch his legs and pull. As he was dragged out from her panties and across her smooth, taut stomach, he left behind a glistening trail of his girlfriend’s juice until he was lifted up from her cleavage and in front of a gargantuan, smiling face. Her tongue poked out from her happy lips, and she licked him clean of her cum from head to toe, stopping to prod at his crotch with her soft, warm tongue.
“How’d you like that, lover boy? Ready for round two?”
They didn’t stop until round twenty-two.
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