Chapter 10: SIMON SAYS... THE PLEASURE'S MINE! by MisterInker
“Beck—you’re incredible.”
The words seemed to fall from his lips. But even as he spoke
them, Simon knew they weren’t enough to describe the view that stretched out
before him now. Even if he’d been full-sized, Beck’s naked body would have been
a breathtaking sight to behold. But at only two inches in height, the view was
as arresting as any magnificent natural vista on the globe. Her body seemed to
stretch away all around him, in every direction—behind him, her flat toned
stomach flowed down into the hem of her dark lace panties, and beyond that rose
her taut muscular thighs, each bent at the knee slightly on the bed. Simon
noted with some interest that one of Beck’s hands had crept down to her
waistline, the thumb hooked through the elastic band of her panties, teasing
the barest glimpse of the pale woman-flesh beneath.
And in front of him—the majesty of her titanic bosom
towered.
At first Simon hardly knew where to look first, surrounded
on all sides by such beauty as he was. But beyond the grand valley of Beck’s
breasts, he caught her watching him carefully, her lips kinked up into an eager
hungry smile and her eyes sparkling with cool liquid moonlight. Her hand—her
nervous, twitchy right hand—rested against the skin of her torso, just beneath
the shelf of her chest and beside Simon himself. But she made no move to grasp
him or even touch him at all. It seemed to be taking a tremendous effort of her
will, but she was waiting… to see what he’d do.
The music had started; Beck was letting him lead.
Simon felt a tight twitch below the waist—the pressure
inside his pants had become suddenly intolerable. He was pitching a tent, and
from the intrigued glance Beck paid to his groin, he guessed it must be visible
even at his diminutive size. “Well…?” she murmured, her voice a rumble under
his feet.
“I guess you don’t want me to keep you waiting.”
Very slowly, Beck’s head shook back and forth. Her breathing
hadn’t begun to labor yet, but each breath in was deeper than the one that came
before. Simon rose and fell with the movement of her lungs, thrilling in the
idea that even his mere presence on her body was exciting her this much.
“All right.” He nodded confidently. “But first—let me get
into something a little more comfortable.”
With a wink up at Beck’s huge face, he crossed his arms and
pulled his shirt up over his head; to his surprise, as soon as his head was
free and the shirt was above him, Beck’s hand descended and snatched it away,
depositing it an impossible distance away on the surface of her nightstand.
“Hello you…” she breathed, eyeing him up and down.
“Hello yourself.” Now bare-chested, he took a few slow steps
forward until he was positioned perfectly within the chasm of the larger girl’s
bosom. He knelt, then lay down on his stomach between her towering breasts,
propping his head coyly on his curled fists. “Now we’re equal,” he mused. “I
wanted to feel what this would be like—skin on skin like this.”
“And what does it feel like?” Beck’s voice shook—she was
having trouble keeping her cool.
“Warm. Wonderful. Intimate.”
“Uh-huh.” Farther down, Beck’s hips shifted slightly. “It
might feel even better if you lost… those.”
Her hand rose up again, pointing. Simon followed her finger
to his hindquarters.
“You want these off as well?”
Beck nodded, her lip between her teeth. “Yes, please.”
Simon’s heart thrummed in his chest, but he stood up
shakily, steadying himself against her right breast to get on his feet again.
Here Beck’s flesh was softer and his footing less stable than on her stomach.
This was different than the last time he’d been naked in front of her, he
thought to himself. Before, it had been a matter of practicality, even though
it had led to an intimate moment. Now he was being asked to disrobe explicitly
for the purpose of lovemaking. The hugeness of her gaze bore down on him; it
was like the stare of the moon, of a huge hidden goddess.
But when he was upright at last and hooking his hands into
his waistband, Beck stopped him:
“Wait,” she pleaded. “Would… please, would you let me?”
Simon nodded. “Of course.”
From out of sight, Beck’s right hand snaked up behind Simon
and lifted him between her fingers. With the other, she gently hooked the nail
of her pointer finger under the waistband of his jeans, only applying so much
pressure as not to injure him. Simon helped her along, unbuttoning and
unzipping the pants so they’d slide down his legs easier. Beck grinned and slipped
them off with one smooth motion of her finger. Simon’s erection twitched as it
sprang free, standing at full salute. Beck raised an eyebrow.
“Why, Simon…” she purred. “I had no idea you were so eager.”
“Surprise…” He shrugged shyly, still dangling in her grip.
“The spirit’s willing, I suppose.”
Beck’s mouth curled up in a smile, already coming closer and
closer as she lowered the tiny boy towards her lips. “Cutie, I’m gonna take
that as a compliment,” she murmured. “Now, come here…”
She pressed him into the kiss, and almost immediately Simon
felt himself melt into her. This was not the shy, heart-fluttering first kiss
they’d shared on the couch in the den. This was not the frantic,
glad-you’re-not-digested kiss she’d given him in the bathroom after rescuing
him from her stomach. This was an intense and sensuous embrace; Beck moaned,
the hum vibrating every bone in his body and making his member twitch with
delight. He returned the gesture and kissed her back, completely lost in her
affection for what seemed like hours on end.
When Beck broke the contact at last, like before her tongue
emerged from between her lips, but instead of licking up his entire body, she
teased his groin with the tip, drawing it completely into her mouth. Simon was
pressed against her lips once more as intense pleasure rocketed through him
like the rush of some quick-acting drug; Beck was toying with his member inside
her mouth, licking along its length with her dexterous tongue and pursing her
lips to stroke up and down the shaft.
Finally she removed him from her lips with a wet ‘pop,’
holding him above her upturned face and staring up at him with hunger in her
eyes. It took a moment or two for the fog in Simon’s brain to dissipate. “That
was some kiss,” he managed to say at last, in between stuttering breaths.
Beck shook her head, almost in dismay. “You have no idea how
hard it was to resist… well, you know.”
Simon was pretty sure he knew. But still he said: “Tell me.”
“Slipping you in all the way. And maybe…” Beck tilted her
chin and swallowed, exaggerating the noise of the gulp slightly to tease him.
“Sending you down inside of me. I remember before, being worried you might be
too big to swallow, but you’re the perfect size. You slid right down my
throat…”
Then she blushed mightily, turning her face away and hiding
it behind her other hand.
“I’m so sorry,” she murmured beneath the mask of her
fingers. “That still sounds so strange, talking like that out loud. You must
think… It must sound… Oh, I don’t know.”
“It’s all right. Your willpower does you credit,” Simon
quipped—but his voice quavered with emotion. He put his arms out to either side
of himself, relaxing in the chair Beck’s fingers made around him. “I meant what
I said before, you know. I trust you completely. The last time I put my life in
your hands, it was the most incredible experience of my life. That kind of
thing… well, it’s habit-forming.”
Beck stared adoringly at him. “You really mean that.” Simon
nodded; Beck put her hand to her heart, between her breasts. “I… I must be the
luckiest girl in the world. But I won’t risk it again. Not tonight at least.
Although…” Out of the corner of his eye, he saw her other hand walking eager
fingers down her torso, finally drumming a tantalizing rhythm against the taut
surface of her exposed panties.
“There are other ways, you know,” she breathed, drawing
Simon close to her lips once more.
“Other ways?” he asked.
He knew what she would say. He wanted her to say the words.
She said them: “Other ways… for you to be inside me.”
Simon felt heat flash all across his body. His mind swirled
with sudden sensuous images—and his dick, which had begun to droop only
slightly, snapped up into full military alert once more. Very carefully he
leaned forward, bridging the distance between his body and Beck’s face; he
pressed an air-light kiss against her upper lip, prompting a pleasant little
squirm from the blushing giantess.
“Where do you want me, Beck?” he asked—as invitingly as he
could manage.
Beck’s eyes rolled under her eyelids. “As deep as you’ll
go…” she uttered. “But you’re the explorer. I’ll let you chart the course
before you start…”
“Mapping your interior?” Simon finished for her.
“Yes. That. Exactly that.”
“So—where’s the starting line?”
Beck eyed him up and down with her lip between her teeth. “How
about… here?”
The hand holding Simon lowered; her grip loosened, letting the
tiny boy slide down onto the topmost peak of her right breast, directly next to
the pink areola. Simon put his hand to his forehead, shading his eyes as though
he were surveying an uncharted land. Then, in a merry mood, he said:
“Hey—I think I can see my colony from here!”
This got a laugh out of Beck: she had to cover her mouth to keep
from waking Milla. But even this stifled sound shook her whole body, her
breasts especially. Simon had to steady himself against her perked-up nipple to
keep from slipping down into the valley below.
“You big kidder,” Beck retorted once she had recovered. “They’re
not that big.”
Simon scoffed. “They’re not that big,” he parroted in a mocking
tone. “Why don’t you let me be the judge of how big things are around here. I
distinctly remember being swallowed up by these sweater puppies not five hours
ago. They’re not that big… give a guy a break, Beck.”
“If you say so…”
“I feel like I need a flag or something.” Simon propped one foot
up on the top of the nipple, holding a fist out as though he would drive a
flagpole into the “earth” below his feet. “I claim this land for Spain!”
Beck giggled again, but there was something beneath the mirth now.
Simon heard her breath catch and was pleased to note that the nipple under his
feet had engorged, standing perfectly pert now. Encouraged, he stretched out
his hands and massaged the pink flesh between them, like he was a sculptor at a
pottery wheel. He was immediately rewarded with a moan that melted into a deep
sigh that fluttered Beck’s lips. Simon’s blood thrilled in his veins. The last
time he’d heard her make that sound, he’d been tucked away deep inside her.
Here, out in the open air—it was like a siren’s song.
He worked his hands into her flesh, eventually pressing his entire
body against her erect nipple. Allowed to wave free, his tiny cock pressed into
her, and small as it was Beck seemed to react to its touch. Her hands came up
on either side of him, grasping her breasts and pushing them together slightly.
Simon tried in vain to keep his balance atop them, and with a cry of surprise
plunged down into the valley below. And like before—Beck caught him. She
pressed her bosom together, securing him between two soft warm walls of pliable
flesh. Simon’s world turned end-over-end as she rubbed her breasts together,
massaging him between them. Tumbled in the depths of her bosom, soon the tiny
boy didn’t know which direction was up. His head spun pleasantly, and all
throughout, the giantess’s heartbeat was a thrumming constant, keeping time
like a clock, dictating the pace of the action.
Then Beck released him; Simon tumbled free, onto her torso. He
caught his bearings, peering up at his lover with a wild look on his face. “I
thought you were letting me chart the course?” he said, grinning.
Beck grinned back. “What can I say—the way forward holds many
dangerous obstacles.” Then a mote of worry crossed her pretty features. “I didn’t
hurt you, did I?” she whispered. “I hope I’m not… I mean, I know you’re sturdy,
but I don’t want…”
Simon laughed her off with a dismissive wave. “You won’t hurt me.”
“How can you be sure?”
“Like I told you—I’m sturdier than I look. I’ve got to be, if I’m
really going to…”
He cast a sly eager glance down her torso, towards where her
womanhood lay. When he turned back, Beck’s face was flushing mightily, her lip
caught in her teeth once more.
“You’re sure?” she whispered. “I know I suggested it but…”
Again he cut her off. “I’ve been inside you one way already,” he
teased. “This is the last uncharted frontier. Do you really think I’d pass it
up?” Then he went on, in a more serious tone:
“I mean it. I want to do this. Let me please you, Beck. I’m
asking.”
Beck stared down at him adoringly, her breath quickening, making her
muscles go tight beneath Simon’s feet. “If you insist,” she purred, in an
aching tone. “Then I hope you’re ready… because you’ve got me all stirred up. I
don’t think I can wait a second longer.”
Her hand rose up, eager fingers hovering just over Simon’s head. He
allowed himself to fall backward, letting Beck catch him and lift him up. Then
he was cruising above her: he watched her body move away beneath him, her muscled
torso flowing smoothly into her more angular hips. She held him above her
panties, so close he could reach out and touch the fabric if he wanted to. And
the smell… it was not like the smell of her skin, as potent as that had been.
This was stronger still—a wet, junglish odor. His little heart beat inside him
like a caged thing, smashing against the walls—but before he could think to do
anything else the giantess had hooked the fingers of her other hand through her
waistband. Then she had wriggled free of the lacey undergarments. Then…
Then the gateway lay bared before him. Beck’s womanhood—a fleshy
swollen slit glistening between her parted legs. Her nether lips were slightly
parted, held open and hooded by two fingers on Beck’s other hand. The sight
took Simon’s breath away. Here was something he imagined no tiny he’d ever spoken
to had ever bore witness to before. It was certainly new to him. In the bright
moonlight, the entrance to her dark passageway gleamed and seemed to pulse
achingly; he wondered if that thrum could be her heartbeat, moving blood
through her, engorging her, getting her ready for…
For me, he realized. The thought sent a twinge of pleasure
through his own groin.
She’s ready for me. She’s wet like this… for me. She wants
me. Inside of her…
Beck—his Beck. Affectionate, insatiable Beck…
From seemingly miles away, her nervous whimper reached him. “May
I…?” she asked.
The question was incomplete. But it was enough.
He repeated what she’d told him before, unable to keep his
voice from shaking:
“Beck,” he told her. “I’m all yours.”
From the corner of his eye, he saw the flash of her eager
grateful grin. Then her hand carried him forward, closer and closer still to
her dewy sex. The heat, the smell—all of it completely intoxicating. Simon shut
his eyes tight; suddenly the wet slick wall of her womanhood pressed against
him, instantly covering him in her warm sweet juices. Beck raised her hips just
slightly, enough that her pelvis could be more a platform for her little lover,
and he could lay against her mostly unsupported. Simon sprawled across her,
breathing her in, but only for a moment. He’d heard the hiss of breath when she’d
first placed him against her. He would not keep her waiting.
In the darkness between her legs, his hands groped—but not
blindly. Unlike when he had entered her mouth, this was not an entirely foreign
experience to him. Though by no means an experienced lover, Simon was no
fumbling virgin either. And though the nether parts beneath him were many times
larger than any he’d ever touched, he still knew how to touch a woman. His hands
found the correct place and pressed down—and Beck sucked in a startled breath.
Her hips quivered beneath him, but he did not lose his position astride her. He
could tell she was trying to hold back, but as he massaged and molded her with his
hands, her sighs grew deeper and throatier, becoming moans, then at last soft
cries. She almost seemed to weep with pleasure, a realization that emboldened
him. He slipped further down her quivering body, his bare feet slicked by her sex,
dangling before the entranceway to her most secret and private place. He teased
his legs against the opening, wondering idly if he could enter her under his
own power. Simply swing down—and slip inside her, lost within the dark wet cave
of her body.
Completely swallowed up, in an entirely new way…
But he didn’t wonder this for long. Too late, he realized
the folly of merely teasing Beck with his touch. His lover groaned and took
matters suddenly into her own trembling hands. Her twitch right hand moved
behind him as though it had a mind of its own, and pressed probing fingers
against his back. For a moment her strength only massaged him gently against
her moistened womanhood, drawing more aching cries from her lips. Then suddenly
he felt himself slip farther down—and deeper in. Beck’s body seemed to close in
all around him. He’d entered her headfirst, his arms pressed tight against his
sides, sliding in deeper and deeper as thought the fleshy tunnel was actively
drawing him inside her.
For a moment, his legs and feet dangled just outside the
entrance. Then Beck lifted her hips once more—and little Simon was swallowed
down completely.
There was a brief moment of panic. There in the cramped wet
darkness, Simon could barely move. Her juices dripped all around him, covering
him head to foot, and for a moment the fear of drowning, or being crushed, or
simply being trapped inside his lover forever flashed like lightning across his
mind. But then another muffled moan of delight made its way to her ears,
seeming to come from both miles away and from all around him. The walls of the
slick tunnel flexed, seeming to embrace him. Simon remembered where he was. And
why he was there.
He wasn’t lost in the dark. He was exactly where he needed
to be.
And he wasn’t trapped. And he was far from helpless. He was Simon
Groff.
This girl Beck—she was his lover. And love her he would.
With all his strength, he bent at the waist, wriggling
forward—and like a magic trick, the pleasure-slicked walls around him seemed to
withdraw, loosening their vise grip on his tiny body. With more room to
maneuver, each twitch he made seemed to drive the giantess closer and closer to
frenzy. Her love was a river all around him now, but instead of pushing him
out, her pulsing muscles actually seemed to draw him deeper and deeper inside
her with every sigh or whimper that left her mouth.
And this was purposeful, he realized with a delighted shock.
Beck was a fighter. An athlete. Every muscle in her beautiful body was precisely
conditioned, trained to respond to her every wish. Should that not include even
the muscles that surrounded him now? If he was sliding deeper within her, it
was because she wanted him there. It was no unconscious thing. She was aware of
him keenly, enough to position him inside her how she wanted. Though she could
not touch him where he was, she was still loving him.
Even here, trapped completely in her deepest depths—she would
keep him safe.
This thought stripped away any lingering fear or inhibition.
Simon thrashed freely; now every pulse of Beck’s innermost world sent shocks of
pleasure through him as well. Muffled by the blind of her huge body, he could
hear her moaning reaching a fever pitch. She had started to thrust her hips.
The movements shook him, though the firm grip of her inner walls held him in
place as firmly as a roller coaster’s harness. And he was reaching a peak as
well; pleasure built inside him like an irresistible wave and he squirmed all
the harder… until suddenly the muscular tunnel surrounding him seemed to
collapse inward, squeezing him tight, and he could contain it no longer. His
breath caught—and he came inside of Beck, just as Beck herself hit her own peak.
A flood surged past him. For a moment the juices simply washed over him, still
held tight in the grip of Beck’s inner self. Then like a sigh, she released
him. Beck lowered her hips and let Simon slip free of her along with the last
rivulets of her passion, catching him gently in her waiting hand.
Simon didn’t know where he was. He hardly noticed it when he
slid loose from her womanhood, or when Beck placed his dripping body atop her
chest, just beneath her collarbone, pressing him to her with one still-quivering
hand. But soon the world began to come back, piece by piece. So close beneath
him, Beck’s heartbeat was the first thing he noticed. It was even louder than
it had seemed when he’d been inside of her, and every quaking breath she took
made his soft bed rise and fall like the ocean.
“Did you…?” she asked.
Simon nodded exhaustedly. “Oh. Oh yeah.”
“Inside of me?” she gasped. “I thought I felt…. I mean, but I
couldn’t be sure…”
“It was…” Simon panted, trying in vain to catch his breath. “It
was…”
Beck’s fingers stroked his back. “It’s all right, cutie…”
she murmured. “Don’t talk. Just… be with me.”
He managed to look up at her, her huge face seeming to shine
in
the moonlight. Her face was somewhere between admiration and disbelief. As if
she couldn’t believe what they’d just done.
He understood the feeling.
“We should…” he breathed, despite Beck’s protestations. “We should…
do that again… someday.”
Beck nodded, her chest heaving beneath him. “Soon.”
It was all that needed to be said.
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A little later on, Beck cleaned him of her fluids—using her mouth,
kissing him clean. There was no sex in the gesture, only grateful affection,
and Simon was still too tired even to stir at the touch of her lips. Soon he
was between her breasts once more, cuddled tight to her warm body, the blanket
now covering them both. He heard Beck’s whispering voice, though it took her
several times repeating herself before her words penetrated the fog clouding
his mind:
“Will you stay here with me?”
“In the bed?”
He felt the motion of her silent pleading nod.
“Of course I will,” he responded.
Beck chewed her lip. “Your sister will notice,” she breathed. “She’ll
ask questions.”
Simon considered this—but only for a moment. “Let her ask.”
A long pause, as though Beck was holding her breath. “You mean
that?”
“I do.” He rolled onto his side, peering up at her sleepily. “Is
that all right?”
“I’m afraid,” she said simply. And in her eyes, he could tell it
was the truth.
“It’ll be all right,” he assured her. He stood up shakily, though every
sore muscle in his body screamed at once. He walked up her chest toward her
angled chin, and pressed his lips very softly against her broad cheek. “I’m
scared too,” he said. “I don’t know what will happen. But if you’ll let me, I
can be brave. I can be brave enough for both of us.”
“Oh Simon…” Beck looked down at him almost sadly, scooped him up
for a proper kiss. Then she deposited him back on her bare chest, nestled
between her breasts once more. She looked like she might speak again, but instead
her head tipped back and her eyes closed. Soon her breathing evened out, and
Simon guessed sleep had dragged her away.
He lay between her breasts, hands crossed behind his head. He
stared at the ceiling. A shadow moved there, from some light flickering
outside. Maybe it was the moonlight. Maybe it was something else. It didn’t
matter. He closed his eyes and waited for sleep to come, and dawn soon after.
It would be all right. Everything that needed to be said had been
said already.