It was an ungodly warm and humid day in Mihnhus’ shared apartment. His roommate, Macris, wasn’t anywhere to be seen though he assumed “she” was getting the mail or breakfast. He himself slowly got out of bed and looked around his nice, orderly room. After checking out his window to make sure Macris wasn’t in the immediate area he stepped out… onto the wood floor that was Macris bedroom. See, Mihnhus was a Mecrissian, a remarkably small hominid species that was just integrating with the rest of Intragalatic society. Mihnhus himself was only about 2 cm tall, which made living with Macris very complicated. Macris came from a species that was a bit on the taller side, with her own height at about 2.5 meters. Macris wasn’t exactly a she either, even if she was generally called that. She was actually an intersex individual and had both a penis and vagina with exposed testicles. This, combined with the size difference and the fact the most hospitable room in the small, small apartment was her bedroom meant they were crammed together and well, at least for Mihnhus, he saw a lot of things that brought out… conflicting and complicated feelings.
Standing on the wood floor it didn’t take long for his irritation to grow, Mihnhus was a pretty orderly guy so it was frustrating to have a massive pair of discarded sport shorts lazily pulled down and left on the floor in sight from the front door of his mobile habitat stationed under her bed. Macris was quite messy, partially due to a busy lifestyle but mostly because she was remarkably laid back. On the one hand it was nice. It meant she wasn’t very high strung – which could be dangerous, alongside other things, and it also meant she moved pretty slow and talked pretty low and quiet. She was still loud as hell, but it wasn’t actually physically damaging loud. He’d start to path around the shorts when the scent of her sweat, tinged with a bit of the sharp scent of precum, hit him hard. His nose was quite sensitive and it was clear she had probably been working out in these and spent a bit of it edging as she stared at someone she liked. While it was a mild smell to her, it was a torrent of conflicting scents and emotions for him. He, as usual, turned quite red at all the times he’d saw her exposed and took in the quiet majesty of her physique, but also grew angrier at how casually she often ignored his simple requests and really showed off her lazy behavior. He hurried past them and on to the open floor when he heard the telltale rumble of her approaching. He stayed put, as it was the best way for both them to ensure his safety.
He wasn’t really expecting to see when he saw her lazily stomp in naked and caked in sweat though. She usually wasn’t this bold. Macris was always a bit of a unique sight though, with two brilliant green eyes with a dark gold sclera that were often a bit lazy and playful, but silently scanning very carefully when she knew he could be on the open floor. Her lips were a nice darker brown that usually had a slight smirk or smile. Her hair was short and dark black, with two small flesh colored tendrils on either side of her head, in front of her pointy ears. Her body was a nice sandy tan color, with two fairly large, pert breasts that nicely swayed with her movements, her thick biceps smoothly rippled as she rubbed her incredibly taut abdomen, with several varying dips and bumps of firm tone that mesmerizingly shifted with almost every movement, her deep innie stretching and compressing slightly with her movements. Her soft hands then moved to scratch at her thick hips, and finally down to her smooth pubis, where she was scratching at the thick root of her cock.
Her cock was always somewhat of an awkward subject for him. Flaccid as it was now, he had to hazard a guess that if they were the same size (or at least the same scale) she was probably 20 cm flaccid and 7-10cm in girth. He hadn’t seen her erect surprisingly, but he almost didn’t want to, considering its length flaccid. Her testicles hung both wider and lower than most, with the two large orbs bouncing about slowly with her lazy walk. Her thick calve muscles shifted up and down as the two bare feet lazily but powerfully planted themselves on the bare floor, making a loud, bassy slapping sound before lifting up and back down. He gasped as one of her colossal feet rose over him in his state of transfixing and her unusually distracted mood. He’d briefly note her somewhat puffy labia looked quite wet in the humid atmosphere before moving out of sight, now seeing her round heel leading into a slightly high arch with a bit of a wider ball and sole, covered in sweat and but relatively clean looking, soon she’d correct the placement of her and plant it firmly next to him, causing him to stumble and fall, the sound incredibly loud. She spoke with a relaxed, somewhat playful tone as her eyes watched him with concern as he got back up.
“You okay there Mihnhus? You really should share the space more effectively.” She said, scolding him jokingly. She then moved back slightly and raised her left heel, resting her weight on that sole, her right foot only an inch or so away from him, her four somewhat puffy toes coming up to about his height or higher. His anger fading a bit as he blushed even more than he usually did. For some reason, even though it was often how they usually had a conversation but it made him feel both pathetically insignificant, yet incredibly important. Her outermost toe was the size of him (maybe slightly bigger), and her innermost easily eclipsed him even if he outstretched his arms… but she still asked if he was okay and chatted as if they were. He smiled up to her a bit.
“Yeah, I’ll think about it. Why’re you uh… you know?” He stammered a bit. She’d chuckle a bit, squatting down, her heavy cock looming over him even more; it’s sweaty, musky scent wafting down on him, her labia and round, tight ass slightly visible. Macris would move her arms to rest on her knees as she watched him with a slight smirk and raised eyebrow.
“… Naked? Well, unlike some tiny people in this house, I actually get uncomfortable on insanely hot and humid days like this unless I shed some clothes… I figured you’ve been around me enough to not be surprised anymore.” Shrugging a bit, wiggling her toes slightly and tapping her left foot, shaking him gently. “You want to do anything?”
“Well…” Normally he just ignored her, worked on his own stuff and talked with his own friends and she spent a lot of time out and about. Today though, he decided he wanted to try to see if he could share something with this beautiful woman. Approaching and rubbing her toe a bit. “… What do you want to do?”
She giggled a bit, her foot squirming a bit “What’s with you? Anyways, I was just going to watch some television or something. I guess if you want to join me doing that, sure… but I’d have to move your ha-“
“Can we just lie together?”
She would blush immensely at that proposition, looking away slightly.
“Uh… sure… where were you thinking?”
“Probably just on your belly or something, you don’t like to move too much.”
He said jokingly, which caused her to chuckle a bit as she offered a hand.
“Fine, just be careful, we haven’t done this before.”
The movie was pretty boring so far, but actually interacting with Macris wasn’t. Her abdomen, even as still as she was, teemed with activity, it rose and fell with every breath, large droplets rolling on the dynamic landscape that she was to him. Occasionally it bounced rapidly with her quiet chortle or snort of surprise and it was incredibly warm, the heat slightly increasing and decreasing with the pulses of blood he could feel just beneath the skin. While it was immensely awkward finally being so close to her large manhood at first, it became a lot less intimidating now that he had finally “faced it”, so to speak. Now he came to appreciate how dumbly it flopped and rolled about on her belly uselessly with the slightest movements. The bell shape of Macris’ glans now looked much less intense and much softer now than when he usually saw it dangling far above him like a spear of masculinity. The only thing that still concerned him was earlier when he somewhat playfully peered within her urethra. The darkness was not only intimidating, but a reminder of its vast length and the emasculating volume of which various fluids could erupt from her with casual effort.
Soon though, the film distracted him away from her for a time and they started to enjoy it immensely. The film took a turn as the hero and heroine began to lock together and make love. Macris blushed a bit awkwardly toward him as if to say “should I turn it off?” but he didn’t mind much. He was still surprised a bit as Macris skin hardened with goosebumps slightly, displacing him, her body heat rising and pulse quickening as the scene grew more intense. A soft sigh escaped her lips and he was tossed about slightly as she shifted her hips with discomfort at the growing sexual energy within herself. He blushed a lot as he saw her massive chest bounce slightly, her nipples growing erect as they lay lazily splayed slightly on her upper body. Her cock starting to twitch and lengthen, grinding across her abdomen slightly as it was brought to an in-between state of erectness, his jaw dropping at how the already thick and lengthy shaft and glans seemed to be expanding with the surge of blood and lust. Her breaths quickened and she looked to him with an apologetic look
“Uh… sorry man, just uh… having two sexes makes my libido really uh … I’ll um… put you-“
Mihnhus didn’t let her finish though. He instead approached her and gently caressed the immense glans before him, amazed at how warm and damp it was… how strongly it throbbed. How thick it’s musk was… he was erect too now, he looked up to her.
“I… I uh… I know this sudden but… you… even if I didn’t really get it until today… you’re really… you’ve reminded me why the hominid body is so breathtaking nearly every day… and… the care you show in giving a creature like me so much consideration is just… earlier today you were joking but you were right. I need to give you more space. I want to do that by well… being more than the roommate you look out for… I think I want to be someone you really care about, if that’s even possible… and right now I hope we can do that by sharing something really, really base together…”
He said, not really sure if she would like it. Sex between them was dangerous, if not lethal. That and they never did it themselves or looked up how. It was how he felt now though, and he hoped she felt the same. Watching the blush on her surprisingly shy face deepen made him hopefully, and after a heart-pounding silence, she softly spoke.
“O-okay… but uh… let’s be careful-ish… alright… I’m uh… gonna grab something to help… stay here…”
She said, carefully grabbing him, her hands trembling slightly and setting him safely on the bed, moving to grab out an awe-inspiringly long fleshlight and lube. Macris planted her knees on either side of him now as she got back in bed, giving him a fantastic look at her two balls and wonderful thighs, her right hand going around her cock as she set the fleshlight and lube aside to explore herself. Mihnhus could only watching as she stroked herself slowly from root to glans, tightening and loosening her grip as her cock slowly engorged itself to a length he thought impossible. Sure enough though, it soon stood erect at roughly 37cm long and was likely 15-20cm in girth. Girlcum started to coat her inner thighs as she rubbed around her labia and pinched and stroked her breast. Soon she was panting a bit and Mihnhus was undressed. She put the Fleshlight before him.
“You go in and get as deep as you can. In three minutes I insert. Get between some of the beads or something so I uh… glide over, you know?”
He nodded, having a bit of a difficulty climbing in but soon inside the plastic hole, the smell clean and medicinal. He gasped and steadied himself as she tilted it slightly and put the tip of the nozzle for the lube in and squirted it – a small jet of gel-like fluid hitting him, causing him to squeal a bit as he was splashed with the liquid, landing on his back and sliding rapidly over a section of bumps, being stopped a bunch of soft little “feelers” of thin tubes of soft plastic. He’d use them to stabilize himself as he tried to move as deep as possible as quickly as possible, not wanting to keep her waiting. He finally found a corkscrewing area in the back with a deep enough dip he felt safe, settlinginside it to rub himself.
Soon though the whole fleshlight shook though as Macris wielded it. He had never been so scared, aroused, and excited all at once. The entire fleshlight darkened and warmed as Macris gasped softly, her glans rubbing against the beads. He’d peek out of his divot to see this was a tight fit for her, the glans having to compress slightly to get past the opening, her cock visibly throbbing heavily now. She groaned loudly as he felt her push the fleshlight down and let her cock grind against it, soon eye to glans and feeling her pre drip into the divot slightly, the rise in temperature enormous. He quickened his pace as he got to admire her slow, exploratory thrusts, edging herself and spreading the lube around her shaft. Macris’ scent was impenetrable now, the added smell of her harsh cum a blessing and a curse to Mihnhus. On the one hand nothing was more raw, powerful and sensual then her seed slowly dripping from her throbbing cock on him. The intensity of the salty scent and the somewhat pungent nature of it, like many of her scents it wasn’t overtly pleasant and stung his nostrils slightly, but the thoughts of how much she was aroused and spreading a physical sign of her love was driving him over the edge.
He neared climax when he was suddenly jostled intensely, her exploratory probes turned to aggressive stabs and grunts. The slick sounds of suction and friction slightly deafening. He finally found release, rolling around slightly with each pulse of pleasure as she thrusted overhead, droplets of sweat and pre accumulating in the divot alongside him. As he recovered from his orgasm he was popped out of the divot as she angled the fleshlight further down and pulled her cock back. He was in the open now and before he could gasp and move back to safety she pressed herself in deep quickly with a loud, gasping groan. He soon felt an intense pressure and a stiff, slightly soft and hot surface press into him violently, knocking some of the wind out of him, a bit of sticky slushing and squirting sound heard. He groaned himself as he felt pushed and pulled violently in and nearly out of the fleshlight, his wits slowly coming to the conclusion that he was in the valley of her thick corona. His theory confirmed when a small trickle of pre dripped and rolled from above on over him, coating and keeping him adhered him to the moist film that covered her glans and shaft now.
Finally, He heard the loudest cry from Macris he could ever recall, the sound deeply intimidating and arousing. He soon was awash in a blur of sound and motion though as a spurt of semen erupted from her. Its scent both intensely inhospitable and enough to bring him to climax again, spasm after spasm of seed flooding the fleshlight as she gasped for air, thrusting and twisting, trying to press deeper even if there was no more space for herself. The spray of seed concluded and Mihnhus was barely visible in the thick, viscous blue sperm. He squirmed to try and get some of the sperm away from his face, barely able to see inside the dark, flooded fleshlight. His body was slowly coming from the high of orgasm and feeling terribly sore and tired. He could still feel her cock throbbing as she caught her breath. She very delicately pulled herself out, surprising Mihnhus as her cock still swung and bobbed with a full erection. She peered inside the fleshlight and called for him. He called to her very weakly: too weak to be heard.
She opened it and examined it but didn’t find him, growing a bit concerned. “Mihnhus!?” She said, hesitantly moving to examine her cock, blushing at its sensitivity; her soft fingers running over him gently. She then tilted her glans a bit to the left and right, trying to find him. He gasped heavily as she got up, cock swinging around a bit recklessly as she quickly walked toward the bathroom, grabbing a hand mirror and worriedly examining herself a bit closer. Finally sighing with relief when could see the miniscule dot Mihnhus was, clinging to the underside of her stuffy glans.
“Don’t do that me you little shit…” she said, a bit relieved, trying to remain playful. He chuckled weakly. She sighed happily, putting away the mirror and walking casually now toward the fridge.
Mihnhus blushed as he protested. “Hey, shouldn’t you have peeled me off!?”
She shrugged. “You seem pretty safe. I think I can grab a beer.” She said playfully. Opening the fridge and quickly grabbing a beer with a shiver. Finally Macris moved back to lay down with a content sigh, using a thumb to gently but inelegantly scrape him off her glans, gently pressing him on her thigh slightly.
“Why didn’t you put me on your belly?”
“You didn’t tell me to – besides, that’s always what I do with my post cum.”
“I was in your post cum!” He said, a bit surprised to not be specially considered. She shrugged and chuckled, twisting the top off with her clean hand.
“Yeah, like… 1% of it. You really should be bigger if you want to overrule the post.” She said, teasing him, causing him to blush as he was able to unstick from her thigh, climbing down and blushing as he sat near her immense testicles, her shaft still towering over him as she drank and relaxed, starting to stroke herself idly.
“You’re still aroused?” Minhhus asked, surprised. She chuckled but sighed with slight annoyance.
“Yeah, my species has an annoying mating season… which is why uh. I’m actually naked, by the way… I have like, 3 or 4 more spasms before the day is done at the very least.”
“Wow… you don’t expect me to be involved with it all, do you!?” He asked, willing but nervous to compete with such a large libido on such a large person. She laughed.
“No, but I’ll be happy to let you watch or participate if you want…” Macris said very playfully.
Minhus was thoughtful for a bit.
“Well…”
Mihnhus shyly sat on top of the table as Macris watched the dance floor excitedly. At Macris' continued, loud and earnest insistence... he finally went clubbing with her. He was immensely shy about it. The place was going to be exponentially louder than most of the places he went to, he would be too small to do much other than lurk around the table (even if it meant he got in free) and it was awkward to be there with Macris as she was clearly prowling for a one night stand even though things were more serious between them now. He had honestly hoped he could be enough for her but well... admittedly she was immensely taxing on him physically.
There were more than a few times he woke up in a disappointed Macris' hand after he fell asleep inside her while trying to help her "scratch an itch". Her species also had those rut periods that would tire out a species her size, let alone a guy like him that was honestly insanely lucky to survive (both in terms of energy and literally... there were a lot of accidents from what he read) even one session. He sighed as he scooped a cup of juice from the overturned bottle cap that served as the "punch bowl" for the cup he brought from home. He was surprised to hear Macris giggle, turning to face her as she sipped at a beer.
"Don't drink too much there... you may have costed me a tenth of a credit. No refills." She joked; he gave her a chuckle but sighed. She looked to him earnestly, trying to make it so they were more eye level. "... You okay? If you're in a lot of pain or... just not feeling it we can go home..."
"... Nah... the uh... noise isn't that bad with my suppressant... I just uh... I don't know why you brought me here... I'm not going to be able to do much and uh... I know you mostly come here for... hooking up."
Macris nodded ... then chuckled. "Don't worry, you're always going to be special to me... not a lot of guys are half as forward as you can be... and they're as tall as me... or well... almost... point is I figured you could use some time out of the house... it's not like I'm just a girl... so I just kind of figured you might want to do a guy’s night out kind of deal... like checking out that hunk of a Mothena... jeesh... I thought I was big."
He blushed as sure enough, across the dance floor there was a big, sweaty Mothena catching its breath. It was easily 3m (9ft tall). Its fuzzy body toned with wonderful muscle. Its absolute mountain of a chest heaving with every breath, the straps of its bikini top nearly off. Its abdomen having deep tracts of carved muscle. A thicker, darker colored region of fur making a happy trail up to its belly button, leading into a pair of low, loose shorts where an anaconda of a cock was half erect, creating a large bulge. Macris chuckled. "I got to grab her number at some point... sucks always being the top... though that group of gals over there makes up for it..."
That's how they spent most of the night. Mihnhus sitting by his bottle cap and Macris sipping away as they ogled a lot of the wonderful alien women in the bar, Minhus starting to wonder why his species felt so different to others (outside of the obvious). Most of the women in his species were all fairly modest in their... assets. Granted they were still absolutely stunning and graceful but... so many different species here were practically overflowing both physically and with confidence. Tight dresses clung to large, nearly exposed chests that jiggled to the beat. Midriffs coiled and twisted lustfully. Wide, curvy hips rocked and rolled (and sometimes bumped and grinded) against one another and plump rears bounced and shook in displays of casual, sexual courtship. He also blushed as most species would just discard expensive flats and heels to go barefoot. Stomping, sliding and dancing in a weird mixture of elegance and instinct.
Then he noticed his view suddenly blocked by a looming shadow and red wall. Causing him to gasp and dart towards Macris - who chuckled. Their waitress had showed up, a teal woman wearing nice bodypaint that was drawn in swirls and dots, glowing under the blacklight. He blushed more as he saw the dress she wore was high on the legs and very tight to her curvy form. A window was cut out to show her wonderful belly and... quite embarrassingly for Minhus... the underside of her very large breast. She bent at the knees until they were roughly eye level, her cute pink eyes showing concern. "Sorry for scaring you there little guy, you good?"
"Y-yeah..."
She chuckled, looking to Macris with a slight blush, her hips wiggling subconsciously.
"Anything I can get you or him?"
"Do you have a can of anything his species brews?"
"I can check... also just a refill for you?" She asked, Macris noticing the waitress checking her over, chuckling.
"Sure... and uh... if you want to order anything from me... just leave your number with the bill." She said, winking. Minhus rolled his eyes but chuckled. The waitress blushed. "I'll... keep that in mind." She said, leaving hurriedly.
"Your shitty pick up line ruined it. You should have let me handle it." He said jokingly as she scoffed playfully.
"Pfft... you got scared of her approaching you like she was a giant monster or something, I can't imagine you putting on the moves."
"Yeah... well... I definitely can think of two things that were uh... gigantic on her."
Macris stifled a laugh. "Yeah... well... I'll apologize when she comes back. I don't need to bug the wait staff for pity digits... I'll be back." She said, going to try her luck on the floor for a short time, returning before the waitress gave them their drinks quickly and silently. Macris didn't get the chance to say anything before she left. Macris checking the bill and started laughing, showing Mihnhus there was a phone number there. He shook his head. No one on his planet would have fallen for that. Macris looked smug. "Not a bad night. I got the moth's number and a few others." Pouring his drink and downing hers. He was happy to actually have a beer he could drink and not die from here, surprised they carried it. He decided to give Macris some well-deserved, playful shit for something he knew she'd have forgotten though, because that's what friends do.
"I'm glad you remembered."
"Remembered what?" She said, confused
"Remembered that time you got up all groggy and drank my entire years’ worth of beer just like this in seconds - then complained it was too watery."
Macris blushed a lot at that. "I apologized and looked online for more! It's not my fault it looks similar to a Barley Brew...! It did taste like water though."
"Well, of course it did! I mean... if it was anywhere near the alcoholic content of a drink for regular species I would be poisoned instantly... it's a good thing I'm not too big a drinker..."
She nodded, wincing.
"You okay?"
"Yeah... just... it's nothing."
"You can say."
"... Well... I think something is in my sandal... do you... mind checking?"
He blushed. This was a weird topic to come up right now. Usually she tried not to ask if they were in public... both because it could be considered demeaning and was in actuality awkwardly intimate for them... but at the same time he wasn't going to let her suffer if she really was annoyed and he could fix it.
"Sure... just set me down there... I'll rub your left centermost toe when I'm done... be really deliberate too... I can't hear as well and you can't see me."
She nodded. Setting him underneath the table and by her feet, which were in nice gladiator sandals of a brown color, fitting her off white dress which hung like a toga. He blushed, approaching her toes first and checking the area, trying to remain impartial as he swayed between disgust and arousal at the scent of her sweaty feet. She idly scrunched them as she used one foot to scratch the top of the other before quickly realizing she could be putting him in peril and slowly stopping.
"Minhus!?"
He blushed. Calling to her would fail so he needed to tickle her. Approaching her right foot and slowly moving between her right big toe and its neighbor, sliding around the thong and rubbing between where they met, his arm getting damp. She tensed and suppressed a giggle, trying not to move.
"Dick! Sorry about that... my memory is bad tonight."
He chuckled, squirming back out brushing her right arch, gasping when she lifted it high overhead. He very shyly stepped onto the damp sandal and took a look around, finding a few pieces of plastic crystal. Chuckling internally at how such tiny pieces of material could affect someone as big as Macris. Grabbing them and tossing them off and onto the floor. Taking a moment to watch the muscles and tendons twitch underneath her somewhat wrinkly instep, The round ball of her foot having a few drips of sweat rolling down it, flush from walking. He took a moment to blush and realize this was the lowliest part of her and it easily dwarfed and loomed over him.
He let out a scared yell when she lowered it. He tried to get out from under it but he failed; the subconscious action too quick. He closed his eyes in terror as he knew he was about to be crushed but merely gasped heavily as everything went dark and of heavy flesh brushed and pressed on top of him... he found a gap. He laughed nervously at how insanely close that was, and then coughed as the scent of leather and scent overwhelmed him. Shamefully though... he had to admit this was kind of hot. They didn't usually do underfoot play and he wasn't usually into the violent part of size play... but the unintentional dominance of being little more than an uncomfortable sensation like a pebble or grain to her senses was terribly arousing for some reason. He hoped she realized he was here though... the guilt she would have for accidentally putting too much pressure down and squishing him would weigh her down for the rest of her life... he made sure to wiggle to get her attention, her foot tensing slightly and his sense of gravity shifting. Soon he was hit with a blast of light and cold, fresh air. Macris gasping and peeling him away from her sole, putting him back on the table
"Oh fuck! Are you alright!?!" She said, horrified.
He caught his breath, but nodded, still red from his wandering thoughts. "Yeah... you didn't even knock the wind out of me... just scared the shit out of me."
She sighed with immense relief, shaking her head. "God I'm a fucking idiot... I could have just checked them myself..."
"You asked for a reason." He decided to tease.
"... . It was a stupid reason though... though they legitimately feel better too... there was something there?"
"Some crystals or something, they weren't too big... and uh... don't beat yourself up over it... ultimately I uh... admit there's other parts I like of you more but... your feet are pretty sexy... getting trapped was uh..."
She blushed and laughed but shook her head, holding it up with her hands. "Oh wow... you're that into them?!"
"Well... come on! They're what I see 90% of the time unless I want to crane my neck all the way back and get sore... b-besides... they're very expressive and I can tell a lot about what's going on and you take great care of them..."
"Fair points... just... don't get yourself killed over them... you ever do that intentionally you're spending the night in the Arctic Air." She jokingly threatened
"You'd put me in the fridge for loving you!?" He said, laughing.
"Well... only way I can imagine cooling you off... I'll... look into some equipment though so you can... enjoy yourself without me worrying too much about a twitch." She said. He blushed a lot. She then stared at the dance floor for and smiled to him. "That floor is completely dead... you should know what that means."
"... Right after that lecture you want me to dance with you?" He said, laughing
"Well... stay right in that white square. I do my jig, you do yours. We’re technically “dancing together" then, sound good?"
"...Sure..." He said... embarrassed. He never actually expected to uh... court her like that. He hoped he was good.
She then nicely set him on the ground and pulled her sandals off, soon planting both her feet on either side of him. Blushing as he could see the slight twitching of her half erect cock from under her dress and the reflective shine of a trickle of girlcum on her thigh. He got redder as she smirked, clearly not caring about what others thought and teasing him, though honestly most were probably quite bare. She then tapped the ground hard with her left foot, causing him to stumble. She usually didn't try to do that unless she was teasing him.
"Come on... I'm not that patient. Lead me to the floor." She said with a playful smirk. He shyly made his way to floor. She occasionally lazily lifted her foot and planted it accurately beside him when he made enough progress to justify a step for her. Soon she stood in front of him, glancing down with her feet shifting and wiggling excitedly.
"Alright... you're in the white square. Just stay righttt...."
She said, dragging it out as she lifted a foot over him and lowered it until only an inch or so remained between him and it. A teasing reminder of the power he accidentally ran into earlier... it put him on one hell of an edge.
"... There! I wouldn't want to step on you!"
She ended with a playful and lighthearted tone. Pulling her foot back and using her big toe to point to where he was, resting it back on the floor in front of him. He nodded and she softly dragged, tapped and flexed her feet around him, and he tried to match. It was incredibly stupid and awkward, neither of them could really dance and them doing this together was risky. She often caused him fall on his ass and he caused her to get dizzy as she kept her eyes on the ground and made a tight circle around him, but they both wound up laughing together as they left when the floor filled up.
She would nicely pick him up, smiling warmly to him. They went into the restroom to clean off and get ready for home. Now that he was clean and they were both in a cab, she watched him as she held him in her hands. He looked up to her.
“What’s up?"
She brought him close to her lips and puckered them, he pressed into them without prompting, with the lipstick coating him pretty heavily until her warm, wet tongue licked him over. His body and clothing soaked in spit. He loved it. She cupped her hands around him so all he could dimly see was her mouth.
"... I'm so wet down there right now... do you want to check it out?" She whispered, biting her lip and giggling earnestly. He'd rub her lip as a yes, causing her to giggle harder, uncrossing her legs briefly and setting him in her skirt, crossing them again. He got undressed; the clothes already ruined by her kiss anyways, and moved toward her crotch quickly. Blushing intensely as a powerful wave of the scent of precum from the tip of her glans and the drool from her labia hit him.
He soon bumped into something, slowly feeling the thick curve of her glans and the sweaty film on it, squirming underneath and feeling the gentle pulse and intense warmth from her testicles, blushing. Slowly but surely by scent and touch he found his way around her testes, and toward her thighs, which were wiggling slightly with excitement as she could sense him drawing closer. He found a gap between thigh and ball and was soon next to her thick, soaked labia, her scrotum rubbing against it slightly.
He slowly found a few spots of purchase on the labia and found an inset where he could stand on her labia to squirm into her. He gasped as his erection now began to ache after a night of teasing. He pressed into her folds aggressively, trying to slip in without her help or the help of well... the glans of a toy or another mate. Her labia weren't budging though to his request and he was getting more desperate. He didn't want to be blocked like this! Too fucking pathetically small to even enter his partner when she wanted him most! He pounded against them with an annoyed cry but they didn't move.
He sighed, resting in the narrow ledge he was in. He then gasped as he felt her body shift subtly with her growing arousal, her hips moving and a small gap appearing as her labia relaxed , a puff of warm and the nearly mind altering scent of her feminine sex practically blowing him away literally and metaphorically. He quickly went in, looking around blindly for the "hidden switch" until he ran into a nub that was nearly as wide and tall as he was... her clitoris. He blushed happily, softly tending to himself as he felt her getting up and out of the cab, nervous to see her labia close together for a few moments, sealing him behind strong muscle. Soon she was in naked in bed and softly rubbing the rest of her body, her labia open and his goal simply to help her out. He'd finish on her clit as his own tiny way of feeling dominant before nicely kneading and rubbing it gingerly, the rumble of her lungs as she cooed felt even down here, her inner self shifting and rolling slightly as her hips twisted and turned. He did his best to keep the pressure on as, more and more, her movements grew erratic and jerky. He'd suddenly have to hang on for dear life as her hips bucked instinctually, leaving the bed and crashing back down as she reached a male orgasm, probably filling, if not rupturing , an unfortunate condom. He then put all his efforts into letting her have the rarer female orgasm. Her pants grew higher in pitch and her hips twitched more, the air growing more and more humid until he saw, heard and eventually felt a spurt of girlcum smashing into him. Her canal filling slightly and sending him slushing around as she wriggled and cried out in sheer ecstasy, soon throwing him around one last time as she crashed back down and recuperated. He pulled his head out of the pool of girlcum he was in and crawled to a "drier" spot inside her - catching his breath as the usual soreness began to overtake him. He squirmed out of a gap in her soaked labia and was now in her messy, sex-scented crotch. He chuckled as heard her snoring incredibly loudly. Slowly he made his way to an access to his room - passing right out himself.