Big Things Cum in Small Packages

Watching Genevieve's little hands working their magic on my cock was escalating the speed of the butterflies ricocheting around my belly.

My cock seemed massive in her grasp, even bigger so when she tried to eclipse it with both her hands, still failing to cover the last few inches from sight and leaving the tip exposed. There's was a hunger looming behind her eyes, and I knew it wasn't going to take any encouragement from me to get her on the right path.

With my shaft still trapped in Gen's two-handed hold, she shook hair out of her face and brought her lips mere centimetres from my dick. Her hot breath was tickling the underside, her fingers easing and increasing their pressure, giving me a deep massage.

"I've always wanted to do this, too." She purred, not giving me a chance to question her before unleashing her velvety soft tongue against the tender head of my penis. Swirling her tongue around the bulb like she was trying to paint me with saliva, Genevieve made no effort to stop herself from drooling onto the pulsating cock she was playing with.

Both hands began pumping me slowly, while she locked the head in her mouth and dragged her tongue along the underside, letting every bump on her miraculous pink snake take a turn at rubbing against me.

I was released from her mouth with an audible pop, and groaned in discontent. She giggled and calmed my agitation by using her well trained tongue to flick mercilessly at my balls, sucking one large orb into her mouth and bathing it in spit.

Her tongue slithered up the length of my pole, reaching the head again, still shiny with plenty of saliva, and licked it like she was trying to imprint the flavor of my precum into her taste buds.

Once I was cleaned of the pearly white syrup, all of which she'd swallowed happily without hesitation, Genevieve made it her goal to consume as much of my dick as she could.

At first she had no trouble with it, and got at least five inches jammed down her gullet before I felt her gag in rejection.

"You don't want it that deep?" I asked, trying to shield the defeat in my voice.

"The fuck I don't." Genevieve growled as she backed her head off of me, bobbing up and down a little bit before popping me from her mouth again. "I want those balls against my chin, got it?"

Her new brashness was a surprising opposite to her usual playful personality. Genevieve had a deviant, slutty side that she needed sedated.

The little trooper cleared her throat and gave her head a flustered shake, clenching her fists and breathing deep. "Come on, Gen." I heard her whisper, though I'm not sure I was supposed to.

She trailed her tongue from my balls all the way up to the purple, bulging head of my cock, which she swallowed whole with no problem. Again, she lowered her head down until she met resistance, gagging loudly.

I shushed her and she flipped me off, gobbling another inch down her throat and purring in celebration. The buzzing throughout neck muscles was encasing more than half my cock in sticky, vibrating butter.

Seriously, I think my eyes rolled back in my head.

When I came down from my near pre-orgasm induced high, I took in the scene in front of me; Genevieve was bearing down with all her might on my cock, both hands dug firmly into my waist for support as she worked her head back and forth ever so slightly. With this method, she was slowly working her way down my whole length.

Every so often she would jerk her head up and gasp loudly, waiting as long as she could to release my bulge from her mouth, creamy with the many layers of slippery saliva coating it.

The rhythm started to come second nature to her after enough practice, and she was down to the last two inches in no time.

"Come on, baby, you can do it." I encouraged her, mostly because I could tell I was only a few seconds from having my cock completely deepthroated for the first time.

She gurgled in approval and wiggled her nose, scrunching it up with determination and tightly sealing her lips around my cock. Like I was in a dream, time slowed down as I felt this last two inches of my cock disappear, centimeter by centimeter, down Genevieve's throat.

With the last breath she had, she throat fucked herself until she was close to passing out. Not because she wanted to for me, but she seemed to actually enjoy the feeling of having her throat stretched around my strenuously hard cock.

She threw her head back and regained her breath. "Fuck, I did it." She congratulated herself, giving the vibrant, bulging knob a sloppy kiss. "That was fun."

"That was incredible, Gen." My hands played with her hair as sane rose back to chest level with me, wiping the excess saliva from her mouth and applying it between her legs.

"I know, sweetie. I was there the whole time." She pinched my cheek and leaned in to kiss me, mounting me like she had earlier and taking a hold of my well-lubed member. "Now, let's get that monster tucked away somewhere warm."

The head of my cock was being dragged through her slit, covering the bulbous crown in a generous coat of her juices. Sweet smells of kiwi and mango, from her hair, were mixing fluidly with the sweet, pungent aroma her kitten was floating towards me.

She had only grown wetter since the blowjob, wetness she was now rubbing my cock through. Even though it was clear that with my spit covered cock and her dripping slit, we didn't need any more lube, Genevieve was still taking time to tease me before she let me have the main prize.

Her clit was an easy target for the slick, spongy tip of my cock. The small nub rolled around as she rubbed my dick again it, battering the sensitive button with concentration, searching for which technique gave her more shivers.

"I can't wait anymore." She whimpered, mashing the head of my dick against her clit and grinding on it. Genevieve raised her hips and straightened my cock up like a flagpole, lowering her hips down onto it with precision.

Her vagina stretched to accommodate the large guest forcing its way inside, but it wasn't causing her pain so much as it was giving her full body chills. "Oh fuck, Jeremy." She squeaked, sinking the head of my throbbing member another two inches into her eager pussy.

I asked her if she was okay, partially with real concern and partially with exaggerated confidence. By the sixth inch, she was starting to feel the girth and showed signs of her struggle to fit me, barely able to nod in response to me.

The endless warmth cocooning my cock in melted butter was quivering, giving hints as to how determined she was to bury me to the hilt in her pussy. The moonlight was catching perfectly on her scrunched up face, brow furrowed in an effort to distract her from the deep, internal stretching she was experiencing.

Before I knew it, I felt her drop the last few inches and bring her ass cheeks in contact with with my balls.

She was wiggling her ass in all directions like a joystick, keeping my cock tightly locked in her embrace. Her taking me balls deep had surprised both of us when the spongy barrier of her cervix stopped me from pushing any further.

"How?" I gasped, pulling just barely enough letters from my brain to form a word, lost hopelessly in the all-consuming pleasure I was feeling. Truthfully, I didn't know where Genevieve was putting my cock, but I had a hard time believing her small, slender frame could contain 9 inches of engorged cock.

"How what?" She panted back, taking the initiative to start a small bouncing motion.

"You're little," I said, to which she giggled in reply before losing her breath again to another surge of excitement. "How can you fit all of me?"

"Because I'm so fucking greedy." She licked her lips and kissed me passionately. "And because I like a challenge."

Like she thought a demonstration would help, Gen drove her weight down and clapped her ass cheeks together with every bounce. She alternated this vigorous bouncing with deep, purposeful segments of gobbling my dick to her creamy depths.

Expertly working her body like a professional, Gen raised her butt up, with my hands glued to her ass the whole time, until just the head of my cock remained stuck inside of her.

She was effortlessly gliding up and down my cock, hands planted on my chest with her nails scratching me uncontrollably. Instead of sitting up, Genevieve had lost the energy to hold herself upright after a few minutes of rigorous bouncing, and I had no doubt the aftershocks of the hard pounding had given her weak knees.

Now, her boobs were pinned to my chest and ballooning outwards. The feel of her impeccably smooth breasts against me was like having two warm pillows pressed to me at all times.

The closeness had given me another great opportunity to play with her ass, which I had still not grown tired of and didn't think I ever would.

Our bodies tangled together in a mess of limbs and sweat, grunts and juices. I found, amidst the chaotic love making, that my nerves were firing in a way I hadn't experienced since I first lost my virginity.

Being with Gen was like having sex for the first time all over again; I felt like a new person being shown the vast infinite reaches of space by a beacon of light, a hope for a future to come.

In this moment, though, I was having a hard enough time simply keeping my balls from exploding, and I think Genevieve could tell.

"Getting close, huh?" She whispered in my ear along with a few soft nibbles on my neck. Even through her calm exterior, I could tell that she was fighting for control of her body just as ferociously as I was, unwilling to give in to the animalistic lust. "Better ask me if you're allowed to cum in my pussy."

Hearing those words spoken by her had never done anything to me, but in this context is was enough to nearly bring the remainder of my willpower crashing down. Unable to determine if she was just messing with me, and too horny to risk the chance that she wasn't, I went along with her game.

"Gen, baby, can I cum in your pussy?" I felt like an idiot for asking.

Half expecting her to laugh at me for actually begging for such a thing, I was pleasantly proven wrong when she ran her hands up my chest and looped them around my neck. "Yes, you fucking better, I've been waiting all night."

She ceased her bouncing and settled for a slow, tedious grind that started the cum boiling in my balls. The tingles sparked from the tip of my skull and jolted their way down through my limbs as the cream was pulled to the surface my Genevieve's milking technique.

Her grinding increased in pressure, bracing me aggressively against her cervix and scraping my cock against the cushiony, pink wall. "Come on, cum for me, handsome. I want it in my pussy, fill me up." Like I needed the encouragement, I felt the moment of orgasm like a long awaited release.

My body tightened up and my vision filled with twinkling stars. Genevieve's eyes were locked with mine, our noses pressed up against each other as I spurted the first rope of cum into Gen's patiently waiting hole.

Her breasts were flattened against me, and my arms holding her tightly, interlocked behind her back.

A second stream of cum fired from my cock, splashing the hot load against the squishy walls of my little slut's pussy. She was holding all of it in so far, but a third and fourth jet of semen added to the pool I was dumping inside of her.

"Fuck, I can feel it." She cried, so loudly I had to silence her with a tight kiss. I knew what she meant; cum was bubbling around in her centre was hot and creamy, warming her up from the inside out.

The last few dribbles of cum were squeezed out of me in the grip of Genevieve's sucking tunnel, topping off the gooey mess she was left sloshing around in her tummy. She sighed happily, slumping against me and relaxing her muscles.

We were both quiet for a long time; Genevieve slid off my body and tucked herself up, burrowing into my chest and laying a hand over my body, rubbing my pecs lazily.

I thought I would've been put off, emotionally maybe, by the aftermath of having sex with one of my best friends. Instead, all I felt was a desire to keep the vivid connection I felt burning bye tween us right now.

"Gen?" I whispered softly, kissing the top of her head and inhaling the intoxicating smell of her hair. She was still breathing heavier than usual in recovery, and shaking in the chilly air with the covers tossed off of us.

I pulled the blankets back on and held her closer to me, cupping the curves of her body to shape it to mine.

"Yeah?" She replied, sounding like she was seconds from sleep.

"Are we okay?" I asked.

"Well, I don't know about you," she lifted her head to look up at me, puppy dog eyes gleaming brightly. "But my throat feels like it was just wedged open by a baseball bat, and I think my vagina is sufficiently drowning in cum."

"Sorry about that."

"I wasn't complaining, sweetheart." She rested her head back down on my chest, slowly becoming delirious with sleep. "Goodnight, handsome man."

Within a few seconds, I knew she'd fallen asleep. I couldn't join her, even though I knew I was dead tired. My thoughts were keeping my brain on a treadmill, leaving it exhausted but unable to quit.

Nothing I thought I knew made sense; everything about Gen and my friendship was now shattered, and I had to pray that having sex with her wouldn't take me away from having her in my life.

If I messed this up, there would be a chunk in my life missing for a very long time. "Goodnight, Genevieve." I whispered, kissing her head again and tightly hugging her. It took a long time, but eventually I tired myself out with over thinking.

I fell asleep with a smile on my face, and knew I would wake up just the same.

The End

Chapter Two Begins

Sunlight filtered through the window, igniting chirps from the families of birds outside. The dim, yellow light struck my eyelids and pried them open, forcing me to face the day.

I awoke with a grumble, rolling on my side to sit on the edge of the bed with my feet flat on the floor.

Beside me, Genevieve still snoozed peacefully in a mountain of blankets with her face shielded from the sun by the sheets, leaving only her nose poking out. Her legs were splayed out on the mattress, twisted up in the covers and cocooned by their embrace.

The night before played like a movie in my head. I remembered every minor detail, and had taken to playing them over and over again. My first instinct was to wake Genevieve up for round two, but I figured she could use a break from having her insides filled so mercilessly.

She was purring in her sleep, lips turned upwards in a cute smile as though she, too, was vividly reliving the events from a number of hours earlier.

Surprisingly, I didn't have even a shred of regret towards our spontaneous love-making. I wanted her to wake up to know if she felt the same way; the same excitement and nerves I felt every time I thought about fucking her again.

I could hear somebody moving around outside my room; the wooden doors and thin walls didn't hide very much. After listening to the mysterious person bumbling around the kitchen, confusingly looking for something, I stepped out of my room.

I'd thrown on an old pair of beige, flannel shorts and a white baseball tee with grey sleeves shirt, sporting "The Ghost Inside" in cursive on the front.

Out in the kitchen, I could see Kelsey chatting quietly even Carson while he searched frantically through the cupboards.

"Second one from the left, above the machine." I pointed to the cupboard as I approached, taking a seat beside Kelsey at the small, circular dinner table.

The searching stopped upon his discovery of the coffee grounds. "You're an angel, Jeremy." He sighed, readying a pot under the machine to catch the drips of bitter, brown liquid.

"How'd you sleep last night?" I asked Kelsey, fully aware that she'd gone to bed with an alcohol induced headache, and was likely to wake up with it still in full effect.

"Not great, but I'm prepared to make up for it with a few day naps." She sipped from a water bottle nearby, which I hoped was hers. "How did YOU sleep?"

There was a momentary glance between Kelsey and Carson, but I caught it just in time.

"Fuck...you heard us?" I grumbled, resting my forehead on the table so I wouldn't have to make eye contact with my friends.

"Damn right we did." Kelsey laughed. "Well, to be fair, Lacey heard you, but then she told us."

"Lacey heard us too?" I hissed in annoyance, summoning her from her bedroom.

Seeing as Genevieve and Tanner where still asleep, we moved to the patio where we could surround ourselves with the harmonious singing of birds in the trees, and the smell of fresh dew settled neatly upon the rocks down near the beach.

Once we were secluded from the rest of the cottage, I demanded answers from Lacey.

"I only heard because I was going to the bathroom." She explained, drinking from her coffee mug, which Carson had generously supplied all of us with. "It's okay, really, you guys sounded cute."

Carson chuckled to himself.

"Fuck off, Lace." I snapped, using my threatening tone to disguise the intrigue I felt.

"Ooooh, fierce." Lacey clawed the air at me and snarled. "We would've noticed anyway; her bedroom door is wide open, and nobody's inside."

They all glared at me with expectant faces until I caved. "Fine...she's in my bed." I rolled my eyes, leveling myself with my coffee in a slumped down position. "You guys are the worst."

"We haven't even asked for the dirty details yet!" Kelsey cried.

"And you can be certain we will." Carson added, getting up to go for a cigarette. He nodded at Lacey, inviting her out with him.

While the two of them went out to smoke, I got a start on breakfast. Tanner's bed wasn't far from the kitchen, so I knew he would wake up shortly after I started banging pots and pans around.

I didn't want Genevieve to wake up to rudely, so I went to see if I could start her morning more softly.

Miraculously, she was still out cold when I opened the door. Her little snoozes were bouncing around the room, echoing in the small chamber. She wasn't fully snoring, but her intake of breath came in loud vibrations.

She had commandeered all the blankets on the bed, curled up in a ball and draped with the comforter, sheets, and toss blankets that lay on the bed. I sat down next to her and kissed her nose, the only part of her face not completely eclipsed by covers.

With a sniffle, she jostled herself awake and growled. "You better have a kiss waiting for me on the outside of this fort."

"Grownups don't make forts, Gen." I pecked her nose again.

"Jeremy, I'm barely five feet tall. Do you think I get mistaken for a grown up very often?" The stubby princess lowered the walls of her fort and leapt to kiss me the first chance she got. I caught her in mid-air and she laughed, linking her arms around my neck to keep her from falling back down on to the bed.

She weighed next to nothing, so I easily picked her up, keeping our kiss locked, and waited for her legs to instinctively wrap around me. My hands were held together under her butt, keeping her supported as we kissed hungrily, biting lips and wrestling tongues in an effort to make out harder than we could.

"You should wake me up like this every day." She turned to placing her lips gingerly along my shoulder, making her way to my neck. "And in return, whenever I wake up first I can return the favor with MY mouth."

"I'll make sure to sleep in late tomorrow, then." I teased back.

"Maybe you should." She countered, licking her lips and revving my engine.

"And who says I'm willing to share my bed again?" I pinned Genevieve against the wall and she lost her breath to a startled, excited gasp. "I like my space when I sleep, you know."