Gary was bored.
Emily was studying, and that meant she wouldn't want to do anything with him for at least another hour. It didn't seem fair to him that she would bring him over to the bed and then promptly ignore him. What was he supposed to do here?
Well, here he was at her feet. He wasn't sure how big they really were, but they seemed fifty feet from heel to toe. To normal people, that was maybe nine inches. The thought aroused him: there was so much of his girlfriend that he was only as tall as her smallest toe. He thought about that, and corrected himself: there was so little of him that his girlfriend's toes were comparative monoliths. Really, either perspective worked for him, and the more he thought about the more turned on by them he became.
It was suddenly obvious; if she wasn't going to play with him, he was going to play with her instead. She probably wouldn't mind if he did some climbing around, and if she did? She could stop him easily enough and no harm done. He began scaling her soft, warm sole. At his size, the ridges of her skin made perfect handholds, and he took his sweet time ascending her sweet sole for no other reason than to prolong the experience. By the time he reached the gap between her big and second toes, he couldn't resist the urge to stick his tongue out and get a taste of her.
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Emily was bored.
She was supposed to be studying, but she'd also been working on a half-full bottle of wine at the same time. While she was nowhere near done with the first task, she'd finished the second with no trouble at all. It became, inevitably, increasingly difficult to focus. She'd brought her boyfriend onto the bed for company, but he wasn't doing much. Maybe he thought she was actually trying to be productive and didn't want to distract her. Emily was simultaneously happy and disappointed with that thought; she was glad that her boyfriend respects her need to work, but all the same she was in the mood to be distracted.
Then she felt something tickle the bottom of her foot. She looked around and didn't see Gary anywhere. The sensation moved upward, and she put two and two together, albeit possibly a little slower than she would have without the wine. Gary would've been in trouble if she were more ticklish, but Emily wanted to see where her boyfriend was going with this and did her best to keep her foot still. It felt very, very nice.
But when he got between her toes and started licking, that was just too much for her. She squealed with delight at the feeling and she couldn't help but wiggle her toes in response.
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Gary would have fallen if he hadn't been caught between a toe and a bigger toe. (There was no rock, and the only hard place was his.) Frankly, it was one of the more pleasantly uncomfortable positions he'd been in.
"Sorry about that, little guy! You okay?"
Emily's voice floated down to him, but there was no way his voice would carry back up to her. As far as he was concerned, there was only one way to answer: he kept licking.
"Ohhhh, that feels so good, Gary. Keep up the good work."
She clamped her toes again, and he instinctively pushed his hips into the squeeze. He was licking her toe, hugging her toe, humping her toe. The realization that he was making love with all his body, to only the smallest fraction of Emily's, hit him hard.
"Ohhhh..."
Emily, judging by her moans, seemed to have reached the same conclusion. He looked over and saw that she was fingering herself, lost in pleasure. His mind blanked then, and his instincts took over. His motions doubled in urgency against her giant toe. Likewise, Emily's toes were clenching ever harder as she came closer and closer to the edge of orgasm, and they pressed into Gary with their own demands for attention.
He gave it to them without reserve, but not quickly enough. Their pressure on him was suddenly too much, and he couldn't move at all.
"Ah, ahhh, ohhh, AHHHH! GOD, oh god! OHHH!"
The thunder of Emily's moans was deafening, and the earthquakes of the mattress under a shaking giantess were jarring. The vibrations from both were intense, and Gary could feel them with his whole body. It was terrifying, and it was supremely arousing. His dick was straining, but there was nothing he could do about it; his arms, and for that matter his entire tiny body, were pinned entirely by his girlfriend's toes. That thought, of how much power even the smallest parts of her body possessed, passed through Gary's mind, and the arousal it inspired made his inability to move all the worse. He would go crazy, would absolutely die, if he couldn't rip off his jeans right fucking now and finish.
Suddenly fingers thicker than he was plucked him out of the crevasse, and he flew the length of Emily's body until she stopped her hand in front of her giant, beautiful face. Her expression was one of post-orgasmic bliss, and she let her breath out in soft, warm gusts that caressed his body as she dropped him onto the palm of her other hand.
"That was great, baby."
As she kept her shining gaze focused on the little man in her hand, she noticed (with great effort) that his own expression was much less relaxed than hers was. She looked an infinitesimally tiny bit lower and saw that the crotch of his pants were still propped up.
"Oh, Gary, do you want some help? I can fix that."
Eagerly, her boy-toyfriend stripped off his pants. Just a moment later, she picked him back up in her fingers, lay back on her pillow, and laid Gary down on her warm, wet lips. She opened them just enough to suck in a gentle breath. To her, it was barely anything; to him, it was an unbelievably strong, warm, soft vacuum pulling relentlessly on his penis. It was incredible, and when it stopped, Gary started humping furiously to regain that spectacular sensation.
Emily giggled. The vibrations from that alone put Gary's dick at its fullest attention, but it still wasn't enough.
And then Emily stuck her tongue out at him. Theoretically, at least, that's what she'd done. In practice, what she had actually done was slip her tongue through her lips and lift Gary onto its tip. It was hot, soaking, and constantly writhing under him. Perched at its upward-poking end, he straddled it with an arm and leg on each side, heaving himself into its squirming.
His penis was surrounded on all sides by hot, moist muscle, and with every hump he took, Emily's tongue responded by fitting perfectly into his new position. With almost panicked speed, he threw his body repeatedly into the firm but giving cushion until he released. The feeling was unforgettable.
His semen dripped down the vertical face of the huge tongue, and he could feel through his entire body the moans emanating from deep within his girlfriend as his cum rolled over her taste buds.
She lifted him back up, and breaths wafted back up as he dangled over her mouth. He saw her throat flex under taut skin as she swallowed.
"Mmmm, you taste so good, Gary. Any chance I could get seconds?"
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