She gets lost in the moment
Tiny Way Of Life
chapter 43
by
copier
· original author:
lllll1337v2
Jet landed face-first onto Tulip’s tongue. Saliva soaked into his hair as he sank into the spongy surface. Like before, he spread his arms and legs, hugging the squishy organ. He heard Tulip’s breathing grow tenser. For a moment, Jet worried that he was making Tulip feel awkward. He loosened his arms from around the tongue, but he then felt a vibration rattle the mouth. A brief moan escaped Tulip’s throat. Her tongue twitched, almost throwing Jet into her teeth or cheek. He rolled back over the surface toward Tulip’s parted lips.
Outside, Tulip softly closed her eyes and her mouth. She had to get it together; she didn’t want to hurt the boy. To assist in keeping him secure, Tulip slowly exhaled out her nose, not wanting to make Jet uncomfortable with hot breath. She then realized that Jet probably wouldn’t mind the heat. Or anything else she did, for that matter. I can’t believe he’s so willing, she thought, he’s so different from his father… Tulip felt a series of sharp, squelchy pressures on her tongue. Jet must have gotten up and started to move. The undersides of his feet lit up her taste buds; a salty, honeyed flavor built up in her saliva. Her heart quivered. The steps were heading to the back of her mouth.
Jet wobbled toward the entryway to Tulip’s throat. He was in total darkness, but after being swallowed by his sister so many times, he had a good feel for the layout of a mouth. The size difference meant that he’d spend more time walking, but he still knew which direction to go. Waves of hot breath wafting out from Tulip’s gullet were also quite helpful. Jet’s excitement built as he journeyed over his aunt’s tongue. He couldn’t wait to slip comfortably into her throat and slide calmly into her stomach. But as he reached the raised hump of the convex organ, it suddenly flipped upward, squashing him against the roof of the mouth.
Tulip’s mind was a storm of old memories and ongoing arousal. She was losing track of time and space. It had been so long since she had last felt this sensation, but with a mature mind, the experience was more exquisite than ever. It wasn’t just the taste sinking into her palate, saliva gushing through her mouth. It was the feeling. It was the physical presence of another living thing drawn inside of her. It was the sensation of the sharp, acute movements of a tiny body against her all-encompassing biology. As a child, Tulip had always acted as though she tormented her brother out of spite. She thought of him as a feeble insect that was nothing more than a toy for her amusement. Now, she believed that she had acted not out of domination, but out of love. I must have just been… Too young.
Jet struggled against the wet organ. He didn’t mind being roughed up by any part Tulip’s body, but he was far too eager to get swallowed. As long as he was pleasing her he could be in far greater pain and not care. Finally, Jet wiggled out from between Tulip’s tongue and the roof of her mouth. Slickened by saliva, he rapidly slid down the slippery surface, rushing toward the wide open throat. He was engulfed in the tight, puckered sphincter up to his hips. Jet squirmed his way into Tulip’s gullet, practically begging her to swallow him.
Tulip felt Jet enter her throat. She laid two fingers on her neck and gulped. Her free hand clenched the bedsheets. Jet’s twisting, twitching body was squeezed through the meaty tube. Tulip shuddered, tracing the wriggling lump down her neck. She hadn’t felt anything like this for so long. Excitement shot through her sex, beckoning her to shove her fingers between its sopping lips. Still, she was conscious enough to know it was a bad idea to have an orgasm on her brother’s bed. Some lubricant leaked, but Tulip was so immersed in pleasure that small details (save for those of Jet’s body) went totally over her head.
The squirming bulge vanished past her collarbone. Tulip gasped, the pressure in her neck released and transferred deeper into her body. She now felt Jet’s petite form twisting and whipping around deep inside her chest. Jet wiggled deeper and deeper, twitching in surprise when he passed by his aunt’s thunderous heartbeat. Tulip shivered in pleasure at every minute movement of Jet’s flesh against hers, sinking lower and lower. Her powerful throat muscles efficiently squeezed him down, trained from years of practicing with her brother. Just when it seemed as though the tiny boy couldn’t be pushed any deeper, the heaviness of his form against her supple throat vanished.
Jet plopped into Tulip’s pitch black stomach. He pressed his hands into the mucky floor and carefully propped himself up. His eyes began to adjust to the gourd-shaped interior. A puddle of liquid sat in the dip of the stomach. Wrinkly walls enclosed the cavernous space. The constant swaying of the organic planes was disorienting as always, but Jet noticed that they seemed to be calmer than those of his sister. A few moments of observing the steamy surroundings, he decided on what he would do. He began wandering through the swampy, biological landscape toward the belly’s boundaries. Jet laid his hands on the quivering wall and rubbed in a circular motion.
“Ahh…”
A feminine moan reverberated through the entire stomach. Startled, Jet pulled his hands away from the undulating flesh. He misconstrued her moaning as discomfort. “Jet,” Tulip hummed, her tone deepening into a sultry growl,” Can you hear me…? If you can, touch my belly twice...” Two taps followed, each prompting Tulip to shudder. “Uhn… Good, good… Keep rubbing… Don’t worry about the sounds I make.” Shrugging his shoulders, Jet was conflicted for a moment. But he was quick to relent, pressing his hands into the oily, wrinkly plane of flesh. He resumed his massaging, burying his face into the viscera.
“Mmh… Oh… I…” Tulip gasped. Her hands trembled, scrunching the bedsheets so tightly that she felt like she’d tear through them. She licked her lips, thick globs of drool dribbling down her chin. Saliva trickled between her breasts, soaking her blouse, pooling around her bellybutton. She panted, forcing her hands to remain immobile. “I… Nuh…” A tear ran down her cheek. “…Yes…”
Absolute bliss. Pleasure seemed to course through her entire being. This must be what it feels like to love someone… Warmth swelled between her legs. Her entire body convulsed as sweet, sweet pleasure cascaded through her vagina. Lust threatened to conquer her mind.
Her hand slowly drifted between her legs…
Does she keep it together?
Outside, Tulip softly closed her eyes and her mouth. She had to get it together; she didn’t want to hurt the boy. To assist in keeping him secure, Tulip slowly exhaled out her nose, not wanting to make Jet uncomfortable with hot breath. She then realized that Jet probably wouldn’t mind the heat. Or anything else she did, for that matter. I can’t believe he’s so willing, she thought, he’s so different from his father… Tulip felt a series of sharp, squelchy pressures on her tongue. Jet must have gotten up and started to move. The undersides of his feet lit up her taste buds; a salty, honeyed flavor built up in her saliva. Her heart quivered. The steps were heading to the back of her mouth.
Jet wobbled toward the entryway to Tulip’s throat. He was in total darkness, but after being swallowed by his sister so many times, he had a good feel for the layout of a mouth. The size difference meant that he’d spend more time walking, but he still knew which direction to go. Waves of hot breath wafting out from Tulip’s gullet were also quite helpful. Jet’s excitement built as he journeyed over his aunt’s tongue. He couldn’t wait to slip comfortably into her throat and slide calmly into her stomach. But as he reached the raised hump of the convex organ, it suddenly flipped upward, squashing him against the roof of the mouth.
Tulip’s mind was a storm of old memories and ongoing arousal. She was losing track of time and space. It had been so long since she had last felt this sensation, but with a mature mind, the experience was more exquisite than ever. It wasn’t just the taste sinking into her palate, saliva gushing through her mouth. It was the feeling. It was the physical presence of another living thing drawn inside of her. It was the sensation of the sharp, acute movements of a tiny body against her all-encompassing biology. As a child, Tulip had always acted as though she tormented her brother out of spite. She thought of him as a feeble insect that was nothing more than a toy for her amusement. Now, she believed that she had acted not out of domination, but out of love. I must have just been… Too young.
Jet struggled against the wet organ. He didn’t mind being roughed up by any part Tulip’s body, but he was far too eager to get swallowed. As long as he was pleasing her he could be in far greater pain and not care. Finally, Jet wiggled out from between Tulip’s tongue and the roof of her mouth. Slickened by saliva, he rapidly slid down the slippery surface, rushing toward the wide open throat. He was engulfed in the tight, puckered sphincter up to his hips. Jet squirmed his way into Tulip’s gullet, practically begging her to swallow him.
Tulip felt Jet enter her throat. She laid two fingers on her neck and gulped. Her free hand clenched the bedsheets. Jet’s twisting, twitching body was squeezed through the meaty tube. Tulip shuddered, tracing the wriggling lump down her neck. She hadn’t felt anything like this for so long. Excitement shot through her sex, beckoning her to shove her fingers between its sopping lips. Still, she was conscious enough to know it was a bad idea to have an orgasm on her brother’s bed. Some lubricant leaked, but Tulip was so immersed in pleasure that small details (save for those of Jet’s body) went totally over her head.
The squirming bulge vanished past her collarbone. Tulip gasped, the pressure in her neck released and transferred deeper into her body. She now felt Jet’s petite form twisting and whipping around deep inside her chest. Jet wiggled deeper and deeper, twitching in surprise when he passed by his aunt’s thunderous heartbeat. Tulip shivered in pleasure at every minute movement of Jet’s flesh against hers, sinking lower and lower. Her powerful throat muscles efficiently squeezed him down, trained from years of practicing with her brother. Just when it seemed as though the tiny boy couldn’t be pushed any deeper, the heaviness of his form against her supple throat vanished.
Jet plopped into Tulip’s pitch black stomach. He pressed his hands into the mucky floor and carefully propped himself up. His eyes began to adjust to the gourd-shaped interior. A puddle of liquid sat in the dip of the stomach. Wrinkly walls enclosed the cavernous space. The constant swaying of the organic planes was disorienting as always, but Jet noticed that they seemed to be calmer than those of his sister. A few moments of observing the steamy surroundings, he decided on what he would do. He began wandering through the swampy, biological landscape toward the belly’s boundaries. Jet laid his hands on the quivering wall and rubbed in a circular motion.
“Ahh…”
A feminine moan reverberated through the entire stomach. Startled, Jet pulled his hands away from the undulating flesh. He misconstrued her moaning as discomfort. “Jet,” Tulip hummed, her tone deepening into a sultry growl,” Can you hear me…? If you can, touch my belly twice...” Two taps followed, each prompting Tulip to shudder. “Uhn… Good, good… Keep rubbing… Don’t worry about the sounds I make.” Shrugging his shoulders, Jet was conflicted for a moment. But he was quick to relent, pressing his hands into the oily, wrinkly plane of flesh. He resumed his massaging, burying his face into the viscera.
“Mmh… Oh… I…” Tulip gasped. Her hands trembled, scrunching the bedsheets so tightly that she felt like she’d tear through them. She licked her lips, thick globs of drool dribbling down her chin. Saliva trickled between her breasts, soaking her blouse, pooling around her bellybutton. She panted, forcing her hands to remain immobile. “I… Nuh…” A tear ran down her cheek. “…Yes…”
Absolute bliss. Pleasure seemed to course through her entire being. This must be what it feels like to love someone… Warmth swelled between her legs. Her entire body convulsed as sweet, sweet pleasure cascaded through her vagina. Lust threatened to conquer her mind.
Her hand slowly drifted between her legs…
Does she keep it together?
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