"I want to know what it feels like with you inside my pussy," she hissed. "Not your cock like last night, but ALL of you inside me." Her eyes were wild with lust and she licked her lips on that last sentence. Jack felt scared as her fingers pressed harder against his chest. The wood dug into his skin, biting him with pain.
Damn, what was her name, he cursed himself. He could restore his natural size again if he could just remember what she said her name was in the club last night.
Jack remembered something about giving her a line about coming down from Heaven, but that was about all. Heaven...
That's it, he jolted in her hand! Heaven! Jack thought hard again, recounting the moments of the night club in his head as the colossal woman licked the head of the dildo in front of him and started lowering his puny body toward her enormous pussy and triangle of soft downy hairs above it.
"You must be directly from Heaven with a name like that," he remembered saying to the brunette vision holding him now. Heaven has angels. Angel! No, Angela. Or was it Angelina? Dammit! Her pussy lips were now incredibly large and encompassing his field of vision as she lowered him to her opening. The heady musk of female arousal was all around his head now. Soon she would cloak him in darkness inside her vagina if he didn't think of her name.
ANGELINA!
"Your name is Angelina!" his high-pitched, tinny voice cried out. The giantess holding Jack and his fate stopped her hand. She looked down at him past her ample tits and watched him writhe in her hand between those thighs.
"So you do remember my name. That's a good boy. I'll go easy on you now." Angelina lowered the dildo as well and put Jack's mousy body on top of it. He clung to the rubber veins and cowered before her. "Hold your breath, Jack," she warned. Jack gulped air and closed his eyes.
Quickly his body felt her warm vaginal lips kiss, caress, and massage his body as she pushed the head of the green dildo inside her. Jack followed too and saw complete darkness as well as felt humid heat surround him. After three thrusts, poor Jack lost his grip and slipped off of the sex toy.
On the next thrust, the head of her rubber cock pushed his body in deeper. Jack lost his breath and gulped in her thick syrupy juices, before being battered again and again by her toy. It pushed him hard against her cervix before the rush began. Angelina felt another orgasm coming on and flooded Jack's silky surroundings with more juices.
The little captive rode her river of pussy juices to her opening and flushed out with another rousing spray. It turned out that luckily for Jack, Angelina was quite the squirter. Her pussy rained another flood of juices on his soaked body. He lay in a deep pool of her expulsion until the massive woman was done cumming.
Jack coughed and caught his breath as Angelina sat down near him, making the bed shake as she did so. Clearing his eyes of her juices, the drowned man tried to talk sense to her.
"Will you make me big again?" he croaked.
"Hmmm, you did remember my name, but not in the timely manner I wanted. I will double your current size and keep you as a sex pet. How's that sound?" she said, giggling at his predicament. Angelina held all of the cards. Jack was in no condition to protest.
With a sprinkle of glittery gold dust from a baggie Angelina kept close to her purse, Jack felt his body expand, but only to a mere height of fourteen inches. Angelina held the dildo next to him as Jack stood naked, wet, and chilled between Angelina's toned thighs.
"Wow, you're now taller than my little green friend here. I guess you take the crown as my new dildo. We're going to have a lot of fun together," she teased, rubbing Jack against her wet lips. At least if she did come from Heaven, it was fitting to call her his new goddess, Jack thought.
He then knelt before her and clamped his little mouth down on her erect clitoris and did his best to pleasure this new woman in his life. He just hoped she would be kind enough to remember tot pause and feed him in the near future. Man can't live on pussy juices alone, or could he?
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