“Are you sure we can’t just go to your --” Erin tried one last time as Gwen made that one last turn Erin had told her she needed to, and pulled into her date’s driveway. Gwen cut her off only by putting the brakes on, and turning off the car. After that, Erin figured that any further conversation was completely pointless; Gwen had decided the rest of their night would be spent getting busy in the large house, and any conversation against the decision wouldn't have gone anywhere.
Even still; “Let me run inside and freshen up quick?” Erin gave at least one good effort at trying to get a chance to make sure that Faye would be safe while Gwen fucked her brains out over the next few hours.
Gwen’s reply was to get out of the car before Erin had even had a chance to reach for the door’s handle, stepping out of Erin’s car and raising to her full, near-6-feet in height. She shut the door just decisively enough to answer Erin’s question, as though any of her questions had gone unanswered, and just soft enough to not wake up any of the neighbors who had just fallen asleep for the night. In her suit, crossing in from of Erin’s car, Gwen looked so damned fuckable to the submissive redhead shaking with need in her own passenger seat, and Gwen thought the same of Erin as she sat in the car like a good, domme-able woman, waiting for a tall girl to do the work for her.
A second later, after checking Erin wasn’t buckled, Gwen was hoisting Erin up out of the car, and over her shoulder. “You’re so light!” Gwen chuckled, wrapping her arm up and tightly around Erin. “God, I’m soooo gonna fucking break you.” It was a joke of course, but Erin still took the idea of it deadly seriously, and felt herself quivering at the thought; In both positive and negative lights. Erin hadn’t ever had anything larger than Faye’s strapon in her pussy, and even though she hadn’t seen Gwen’s monster, she was sure it was much, much larger. Breakage was a definite worry.
“Get your keys out,” Gwen commanded as she carried the home’s owner up the stairs, one arm wrapped around her waist and the other wrapped up with a hand grasping at Erin’s ass for, ‘stability,’ purposes. Before she could tell her that the door was unlocked, Gwen took the last step at something of a jump, and accidentally drove her shoulder into Erin’s ribcage, producing something of an, ‘oomf.’ By the time Gwen reached the door and made it clear she was waiting by humming, Erin was still just barely regaining her lung capacity.
“I left the door unlocked.” The redhead half-grunted and half-wheezed, to which Gwen, her rock hard cock, and her sense of protectiveness gave absolutely no notice. Erin felt Gwen tense under her, and the groping of her ass abruptly stop. Erin tensed herself, wondering if Gwen had noticed a sign of a break in or some such.
“You left the door unlocked?” Gwen scoffed, roughly slapping her hand against Erin’s ass, and getting a much different reaction than what she expected. Instead of a wince or even a bite of a lip, Erin wiggled on her shoulder, and flat-out moaned. Without a reason, feeling like she didn’t need one, Gwen lifted her hand and brought it down against Erin’s dress-covered ass, again. The reaction was the same little wiggle and a deep, moan. Gwen felt Erin try to press her lips against any part of her large date, hoping to muffle it. So, naturally, Gwen swatted her butt a third time. “God, you sound like a fucking slut. Good news for you, though; I absolutely love fucking total sluts.”
Her large hand wrapped easily around the doorknob, twisted, and swung the door open. Gwen whistled softly as she stepped inside, careful not to bang her date against the doorframe. At least, not yet. “Lovely place you got here. A woman could get used to banging a whore all over in here.” Gwen’s green eyes scanned the room, and quickly found a location that looked amazingly comfortable to fuck on.
“Let’s get started right now wiiiiiiith… The couch!” Unceremoniously, Gwen carelessly dumped Erin onto the large, leather sectional that wrapped around the livingroom. Immediately after, Gwen dropped herself much more carefully down onto the sofa, scooting her ass back until she was comfy, not giving a second thought to the small lump pressed against her asscheek through her trousers.
“I want you,” Gwen sighed, relaxing back into the sofa, “To undo my pants, get my dick out, and get a good look at what I am gonna fuck you all over this house with.” Erin, returning to conscious thoughts beyond, ‘Oh shit, are we gonna kill Faye by accident,’ rested on all fours as Gwen commanded that of her, and with nary a second thought began slowly crawling forward. In order to make that easier for herself, Erin kicked off her heels, listening as the bounced onto the floor and briefly wondering if Faye were too nearby.
Gwen nearly purred as Erin started fiddling with her belt and pants zipper, her hand trailing down and freely groping her soon-to-be-cocksuckers ass before pairing the grope with another slap. As Erin struggled to wrestle her way though the boxer-style panties Gwen had worn that day, the larger woman chuckled, relaxing back even further. “Take your time.” She cooed, her eyes not leaving the woman on her knees, about to dig her hand into her pants to pull her cock out.
It required her to be ridiculously patient, and Gwen couldn’t help but start to fidget as Erin worked so damned carefully to work her snack out of her date’s pants. When the fully hard, long, thick shaft came into view, Gwen thought she heard her date gasp a little, and it sent a shiver down her spine that rushed down through her ass, too, making her groan a little. “Now, be the good whore I know you are, baby. Say, ‘Hello,’ with a kiss~” Erin looked up at her once, and then started to lower her head. All the while, she kept her eyes locked on the cock’s owner’s shining green eyes, even as she slowly sunk the head between her lips, like making a basketball shot that swishes through the net without touching the rim.
Erin held her jaw open for as long as she could while she sank her lips down on Gwen’s big, wide dick. As long as she could, though, turned out only to be long enough for Gwen to get kind of bored and grab hold of Erin’s head, while at the same time she chose to thrust herself up. Both women groaned, but only Gwen’s long, deep, and downright relieved moan floated through the air; Erin’s only vibrated through Gwen’s cock, elongating the becocked woman’s moan and driving Gwen to hump her hips up more, driving herself deeper between Erin’s soft, pillowy lips and into her throat.
“That’s a good whore,” Gwen moaned, slowly loosening the pressure on the back of Erin’s head and giving her the room she needed to bob. Not that she did at first, but after a little slap of the ass, she got the message, and started bobbing on Gwen’s cock again. With something so thick, she had to take long, slow motions in order to manage it. For Gwen, it was nearly perfect, watching the short red hair bouncing around the head in her lap. The only issue being that she couldn’t help but notice that the lump under her asscheek was starting to squirm, and so on one of Erin’s downstrokes, Gwen thrust up, and buried her cock deep in her cocksucker’s throat.
“Oh, looook~” Gwen chortled, her hand coming back out from under her ass full of a shrinkee. “I found myself a little tiny!” At those words, Erin jerked up, but Gwen pressed her back down. “No, no, don’t literally look, baby. You focus on getting acquainted, and if you really want, I’ll go ahead and save this little snack for you.” Erin seemed to relax, and if Gwen’s thumb hadn’t been over her lips, Faye would have been screaming her head off. A few things came to the tiny’s mind; Fuck a woman, not a woman who looked exactly like Faye used to, except plus a giant cock. And, on top of that, fuck her somewhere else, not on their couch! Before any of these thoughts could be screamed anywhere, though, Faye felt herself getting hurtled through the air, and then immediately being engulfed in darkness.
Gwen tossed the tiny between her lips, tucking the little thing between her bottom gum and one of her cheeks. It had long, gross hair that wanted desperately to stick to the real person’s tongue, but all the same, Gwen has decided that if Erin wanted to be the one who ate the little shrinkee, she wouldn’t stop her. In fact, she would make it far funner than just the chomp she had originally meant. Of course, the tiny started screaming and thrashing around inside Gwen’s mouth, but it took Gwen barely a little squeeze of her cheek to quell the little rebellion, and the next moment it wouldn’t have mattered anyway because Gwen’s moaning overtook whatever screams the tiny had been making.
That was due entirely to the fact that below Gwen’s belt, Erin was more or less sucking her cock as though she had been missing the physical contact for ages. The woman seemed to reveal in every little brush of any part of her skin against any part of Gwen’s, and Gwen had started to hike up Erin’s dress so she could start fingering her when Erin picked up her pace, clearly ready for Gwen to cum. So, Gwen relaxed, let Erin work her up for around five minutes, and then pressed the slut’s face down into her crotch as she felt her orgasm begin to burst forward, and proceeded to fill Erin’s throat and mouth a few times over with her thick, warm seed.
The large woman, in hieght, cock, and volume, lost track of how many times her cock shot more of her load forward, or even how long the orgasm lasted, but as her balls finally quelled, Gwen finally regained control of her lungs, and her vocal chords. “Suck me clean,” she gasped as soon as she could, grunting out her command before Erin’s sluttiness could ruin her plan for the tiny, “But, don’t swallow any more of it without permission.”
A few moments later, Erin pulled herself up and off of Gwen’s cock, her cheeks bulging with what Gwen knew was the largest orgasm she’d ever had from just a blowjob. “That was fucking great, Erin…” Gwen groaned, the tiny still tucked in her cheek. “Lean your head back and open your mouth wide. I’ve got a treat for you~” Erin did as asked, her brain a bit too oxygen-starved to realize what that meant. Slowly, Gwen leant herself over the wide open, cum-filled cavern, and slowly spit the tiny she’d found under her ass into the cum filled prison.
Faye found herself being unceremoniously dropped upside down, and slowly sliding downwards. One part of her wanted whatever the fuck this was to hurry to it’s finish and simply be over with, but another part of the tiny woman wanted everything to stop right that moment, so she could just stop fucking dealing with it. One of those, Faye knew, was realistic, and one was just plain stupid anxiety. With spit covering her eyes, though, Faye had to keep her eyes shut as she was transferred, so she never did see that she was being spit into a lake of cum. Which was probably for the better, overall, since as she was dropped headfirst into the cum, she couldn’t see that Erin’s tongue was excitedly swiping up to accept whatever treat was being given her.
Once she was sure the tiny was fully covered in a cocktail of her own spit, her own cum, and Erin’s spit, Gwen stood back up, and giggled. “Alright, good girl. Swish that useless little thing around a little, and then swallow. No chewing, though, I want that shrinkee to suffer a bit.” Most of that registered to Faye’s brain, even as her ears filled up with cum, and she suddenly felt her world bouncing chaotically back and forth. It occurred to her where she was just as Erin tilted her head up a little bit, and Faye was dropped straight down her throat, into her stomach. “Show me that empty little cumdump, Erin~” Gwen chuckled, pulling on her chin a bit. Erin even made an, ‘Aaaah,’ sound, hoping to play along to Gwen’s liking. “Peeeerfect.” A sudden thought stopped Gwen in her tracks though, and she cocked her head.
But, for the moment, Gwendolyn let the thought pass, plopping herself back down on the couch. “Aaaah.” She sighed, but a simple glance down told her that hadn’t been quite enough. Her cock was still nearly rock hard, and she caught Erin still eyeing it up. “I’m not quite ready to go again, but why don’t you help me along. Wrap those tiny-ass hands around my shaft and stroke me. Nice and slow, up and down, you know how to do it, I’m sure.” Erin obliged, leaning forward and cupping her hands around the base of the shaft. She stuck her ass high in the air, wiggling it for the be-cocked woman whose pleasure had now become her one task.
Until Gwen’s curiosity got the better of her, she sat still and just watched Erin stroke her cock. “Go ahead and suck on the head a bi-- Ooooooh, just like that. Perfect, slut~” Gwen sighed as Erin compiled before she’d even finished talking. It wasn’t until a few minutes later that Gwen finally let her curiousity form words; “Hey, Erin… That tiny you swallowed… Any idea why it might have been wearing clothes?”
The sentence caught up with Erin’s cock-addled brain one word at the time, but it only took three; Tiny, swallowed, clothes.
Erin’s eyes snapped open from the half-saddled look they’d had while she was gazing down at the thick cock wrapped between her lips. “Clothes?” Erin said, though Gwen had to pause before she was able to nod, especially after Erin popped her lips off of Gwen’s cock’s head. Even still, Gwen did nod slowly, worrying briefly that she had caused some kind of traumatic, cock-induced brain injury in the beautiful woman she had hoped to bed, and… Maybe a bit more down the road. Before Gwen could follow the train of thought, though, she noticed a sudden absence of hands on her cock, and a sudden absence of Gwen’s weight on the couch.
As soon as Erin’s brain connected the dots, she bounced off the couch, barely landed on her feet on the floor, and bounded upstairs at full sprint. She took the stairs two at a jump, before sliding like a rockstar on her knees into the bathroom, her elbows hit the toilet seat at the same time, and her finger went so far down her throat she could feel it in her chest. A moment later, she gagged, but strength of will made her keep her hand there until something far larger and far more solid pressed up against the walls of her throat, and all at once, Erin pivoted again.
Diluted stomach acid half-stung her hands, not that Erin noticed as she threw the water on in the tub, and did her best to wash all the shit off of Faye’s tiny, mostly limp body. A few moments later, Erin grabbed up some toilet paper, and wrapped Faye up in it. When she turned to take Faye back to their room, Gwen was blocking her way. “So…” She said, “Wanna explain what all that was about? I kinda thought we were having a thing, and I mean I’m not pissed if I was wrong, you know? That was on me, then, but... You interrupted our night to puke out a tiny?”
“I… I feel like you should leave, Gwen.”
“And why would you feel that? If you trusted me enough to follow along as I drove you home and more or less forced you to suck my cock, why can’t you tell me about a tiny?” Erin sighed in response, pulling Faye close to her chest with one hand and pressing the other hand against the bathroom counter where she had left Faye just an hour or two ago. “Erin? Do you trust me enough to tell me?”
“You’re not gonna think it’s some great thing I'm doing, if that’s what your implying.”
“Try me.”
Erin drew in a deep breath, and tried to spit out as much of it as possible. “Faye and I dated in high school and college, got married afterwards, and she shrunk on our honeymoon. Now, I keep her --”
“-- as a pet?” Gwen tried to finish her sentence, expecting that to be the natural conclusion.
“-- safe.” Erin correct, still holding the tiny, shivering girl against her chest. “She’s gonna be pissed when she wakes up, tho.”
Gwen shrugged, leaning against the door frame and stroking her cock to keep it nice and hard. “So what? She’s just a tiny. Throw her in her cage or something.”
“Gwen… This is my wife! I’m not putting her in a cage!”
Gwen sighed in reply, stepping close to her date, and wrapping her arms around her. This meant, naturally, that her thick cock pressed against the smaller woman’s tummy. “I’ll tell you what,” she started, “Let’s compromise. I will try to understand this… Honestly insane seeming thought of yours that your ex-wife is still -- Sorry, sorry! That this wife of yours can still be your wife when she’s that size, and you just sucked my dick. But, only if you will put her somewhere where she can’t hurt herself, and we go buy a proper cage for her.”
“I don’t wanna --”
“Just… Christ, just while I’m here, so I don’t accidentally step on her or some shit. Please? I don’t wanna hurt you like that.”
“... Fine. I’ll look for a place, just gimme a few minutes.”
“There’s a cup right here.”
“I’m not putting Faye in --”
“Erin, she’s a tiny who is at will to stumble off the counter and fall to her death. Put her in the damned cup, set the cup on the floor, and we will go and buy her a proper cage. Now.” This time, Erin kept her mouth shut, thinking quietly. Slowly, she let her hand tilt, and Faye slid away from the toilet-paper wrap, and gently into the cup. “Great! Now, is there any chance Faye would have had something in my size so we don’t have to run back to my place before we go?”
Erin thought about it for a moment before nodding. “She didn’t have… The extra meat, but you and her are about the same size -- Or, were. And I haven’t been able to throw her extra things out, so you should be able to find something.”
“Great! I’m going to watch Faye for a second, you go and get changed.” Erin hesitated slightly, watching Gwen pick up the cup. “Don’t worry, I won’t eat her or anything. I know she means something to you, now.” Erin relaxed, smiling softly, and strode confidently out of her bathroom, leaving her wife in her girlfriend’s capable hands. What Erin never heard was the growl Gwen cast into the cup. “I will not be cockblocked by a fucking shrinkee ex-wife again. That shit was twice as dumb last time, so I’ll let it go for now, but now I’m ready for you, you little cunt. Before long, I’ll make sure Erin swallows you for fucking good.”
“All set! We can trade off watching Faye now, so you can find something casual in her closet.”
“Alright, sweetie!” Gwen yelled, noticing that Faye stirred in the cup enough to cover her ears. Under her breath, Erin’s girlfriend whispered. “Must be sensitive little ears, hm? I’ll make sure she moans extra loud tonight so that you ear every damned moan.” Speaking up again, Gwen called for her girlfriend, and they switched off long enough for Gwen to realize that Faye had had awful tastes in clothes.
Gwen picked something simple, and did her best to stuff herself and her still half-hard cock into it; A pair of jeans, a plain, black t-shirt, and some socks. “She has no bras in my size,” the woman complained, annoyed at the strapless bra she’d had on all night.
“Oh, right! Yeah, uhm, Faye wasn’t exactly tit-gifted, so to speak.” Gwen nodded mutely in response, deciding that braless was better than more of that stupid strapless. “Are we ready to go, then, Gwen?”
Gwen nodded again, though she couldn’t yank her eyes off of the tiny woman, laying in a cup, nor could she shake the thought that she would have loved to have known that the little bug had drowned in her cum.
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