Sleeping Beauty
Tiny Way Of Life
chapter 40
by
copier
· original author:
matheson
Jet stands up, looking around for Tulip. His heart hurts a little as he finds her laying on her back, asleep, on the bed. Drat, he thinks. He was hoping she'd be awake.
He walks across the room and climbs the bed. He had done this hundreds of times before, only in the past he was climbing it to see his mommy. This time felt different, though. He gets to the top and sees the massive figure of his aunt stretched out before him. He walks along her body until he reaches her face on top a pillow. He's too small to even stir a reaction out of her as he climbs up the pillow and uses her hair to get onto her forehead. Carefully, he steps around her eyes and walks over to her chin.
Turning around, he takes a good look at her. The huge face face of his aunt was mesmerizing. Such pretty eyes... and those lips. They were so... developed, compared to his sister. Even his mother didn't have lips like those. He wanted to be closer. He wanted her to be awake. He wanted her to handle him, like he'd always heard about from his father. What it would feel like to have these lips draw him and swallow him whole.
He thinks about how he should wake her up, when he gets an idea. What if he crawls into her mouth and waits for her while she sleeps? He smiles as he thinks about it. He'll be like a little present for her when she wakes up.
Jet kneels down at the lips and pushes his hands inside. He feels his hands around in the warm and wet space, feeling around for her jawline. Elbow-deep in her lips, he finds them. Trying to open them proves useless, he just can't seem to get them apart. He pushes his head inside to see if he can get a better look, but he can't see a thing once he's shoulder deep. He tries again, and this time he gets better leverage. Giving it everything he's got, her jaw opens just enough for him to push his head and shoulders in.
As he moves further in, he loses his grip on her teeth. They close down on his chest, which isn't painful but certainly not comfortable. He shimmys his hands through the slit between her teeth and places them on the back of her bottom row. With a large push, he works the rest of his chest in. He finds Tulip's tongue as his body pushes forward. His face and upper chest slide against it as he continues forward, streaking his body with saliva. Finally, he feels his legs and feet slip through her lips and plop down inside. The jaws slide shut behind him, leaving him in darkness.
He can't see very well, but he tries to look back anyways. He knows he probably won't be able to get back out, now.
That's when it hits him. He's actually inside her mouth. It felt so different than his sister's mouth, everything was so calm. He takes it all in for a moment. His sister was so busy sliding her tongue all over him and shoving him around her mouth, that he never got a moment to experience anything but anxiety. It was wet everywhere, and very humid. He places his hand against the wet ceiling above him. He can hear... no, he can FEEL her breathing steadily. In and out, in and out.
He then diverts his attention to the tongue below him. He can't fight the urge to he wrap his arms and legs around the giant muscle underneath him. He hugs it, feeling the thing move relaxingly around him. It feels so good. He pushes himself against it, nuzzling and rolling his body against it. He loves this feeling; not even noticing that he's completely drenched in spit.
What happens next?
He walks across the room and climbs the bed. He had done this hundreds of times before, only in the past he was climbing it to see his mommy. This time felt different, though. He gets to the top and sees the massive figure of his aunt stretched out before him. He walks along her body until he reaches her face on top a pillow. He's too small to even stir a reaction out of her as he climbs up the pillow and uses her hair to get onto her forehead. Carefully, he steps around her eyes and walks over to her chin.
Turning around, he takes a good look at her. The huge face face of his aunt was mesmerizing. Such pretty eyes... and those lips. They were so... developed, compared to his sister. Even his mother didn't have lips like those. He wanted to be closer. He wanted her to be awake. He wanted her to handle him, like he'd always heard about from his father. What it would feel like to have these lips draw him and swallow him whole.
He thinks about how he should wake her up, when he gets an idea. What if he crawls into her mouth and waits for her while she sleeps? He smiles as he thinks about it. He'll be like a little present for her when she wakes up.
Jet kneels down at the lips and pushes his hands inside. He feels his hands around in the warm and wet space, feeling around for her jawline. Elbow-deep in her lips, he finds them. Trying to open them proves useless, he just can't seem to get them apart. He pushes his head inside to see if he can get a better look, but he can't see a thing once he's shoulder deep. He tries again, and this time he gets better leverage. Giving it everything he's got, her jaw opens just enough for him to push his head and shoulders in.
As he moves further in, he loses his grip on her teeth. They close down on his chest, which isn't painful but certainly not comfortable. He shimmys his hands through the slit between her teeth and places them on the back of her bottom row. With a large push, he works the rest of his chest in. He finds Tulip's tongue as his body pushes forward. His face and upper chest slide against it as he continues forward, streaking his body with saliva. Finally, he feels his legs and feet slip through her lips and plop down inside. The jaws slide shut behind him, leaving him in darkness.
He can't see very well, but he tries to look back anyways. He knows he probably won't be able to get back out, now.
That's when it hits him. He's actually inside her mouth. It felt so different than his sister's mouth, everything was so calm. He takes it all in for a moment. His sister was so busy sliding her tongue all over him and shoving him around her mouth, that he never got a moment to experience anything but anxiety. It was wet everywhere, and very humid. He places his hand against the wet ceiling above him. He can hear... no, he can FEEL her breathing steadily. In and out, in and out.
He then diverts his attention to the tongue below him. He can't fight the urge to he wrap his arms and legs around the giant muscle underneath him. He hugs it, feeling the thing move relaxingly around him. It feels so good. He pushes himself against it, nuzzling and rolling his body against it. He loves this feeling; not even noticing that he's completely drenched in spit.
What happens next?
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