Close to the Heart Pt. 01

Derek didn't exactly lie, but he didn't tell the entire truth either. He really was comfortable in the hot water beds of her vast breast flesh, but more importantly his boner hadn't really ever gone down. A little more time to try and get control of himself was needed.

Leanne walked to her fridge in her bra and uniform pants, grabbed a bottle of water, and then eased herself onto her recliner. She twisted off the cap, and realized there was no way for him to drink from the bottle. She was going to have to make a list of things to get for him, and at the top of that list was a couple of sewing thimbles to use as drinking cups.

Carefully, she poured some water into the cap, and handed it to the tiny, handsome man nestled in her cleavage, before taking a huge swallow from the bottle. Was it hot in her apartment? It sure felt like it.

Derek drank greedily from the unwieldy bottle cap. It was like trying to carefully sip from a soup pot, and he spilled some as he tried, the cold water making Leanne squeal as it ran down his neck and between her breasts.

Having gotten his fill, Derek carefully set the cap off to the side, balancing it on the curve of the giant titty to his left. "Thanks, Leanne. I needed that. Uh, sorry I spilled a little."

"You're welcome," she smiled. It was so wonderful having company of the male persuasion for once, as impossible and weird as the situation was. "So, I was thinking you could bathe in the sink while I have my own shower? You did say you needed to get cleaned up, right?"

"Oh!" Derek startled, trying to think of anything to just buy a little more time. "Or we could watch a little TV or something first?"

Leanne frowned down at him. She collected the cap from the top of her breast, threw the remaining contents into her mouth and resealed the bottle. "Is there a problem, Derek?"

The young man slumped in defeat. "I've been hard off and on for hours now. I don't want to offend, especially when you're being so very kind to me. I'm so sorry."

"You... hard?" Leanne couldn't even articulate how confused she was. Confused, and maybe a little more hopeful than before.

"Boobs." Derek gestured expansively at the array of titty before him. "Boobs, boobs, everywhere! I'm naked, and all of these giant boobs are all over the place and pressed up against me, all over me! Can you blame me? Really?"

In that moment, Leanne felt something she hadn't felt in a long, long time. Leanne felt desired. "You could... you could take care of it before I take you out? I wouldn't mind."

Derek craned his neck around to look at her face. "Are you serious?"

Leanne resisted the urge to shrug, realizing that it would set his perch into wild motion. "I doubt you'd really make so much of a mess that I'd even notice, would you?"

Derek considered that. If he wasn't so incredibly horny, hadn't been teased with tits the size of billboards for hours on end, he probably would have thought more with his head and less with his dick. "One problem; I'm all sticky still. Think I could get you to squeeze a drop of lotion or something in here?"

Leanne looked him over consideringly. She could feel the way he was positioned, in a reclining state. She parted her tits by digging all of her fingers of both hands into her cleavage directly over his lap, leaned forward, and let a big drip of saliva pool into the opened space. And peeked at him while she did so.

It was weird, Derek thought, but far less weird than anything else that had been happening in the last few hours. He wedged his arms back inside of his hot carrying case and grasped his cock. It was very sloppy, but also very slick now. "Yeah, that works too. Are you really sure this isn't going to bother you? Like, really, really sure?"

Leanne's hand surreptitiously drifted to her own crotch, her hot and wet pussy begging for any kind of attention, especially after the thrill she stole. "I'm sure. You're a healthy man with needs, right? Go right ahead."

Leanne could feel his little arm working up and down rhythmically against the wall of her sensitive inner breast, slowly at first but gaining in speed. Her own breathing began to deepen and she pressed the ball of her fist against her pussy, the moisture beginning to seep into her pants.

An idea occurred to her. She could squeeze her breasts, and if he asked she could just claim she was helping him out. Abandoning her needy core, she palmed huge handfuls of her aching breasts and squeezed, over and over, causing her tit-flesh to bulge in waves. Here and there she'd drag her palms across the hard bumps of her nipples as they pressed through the thin material of her bra cups.

Derek rode the waves of undulating breast, watching Leanne fondle her own tits from his very close vantage point. It was so very erotic, and while he didn't know why she was doing that, he wasn't going to complain. Her breath blew hot and heavy over the back of his head and neck, and between watching her and listening to her heavy breathing, his orgasm didn't take very long at all. He grunted and strained as the cumshot that had been boiling just below the surface for hours was finally unleashed.

It was one of the most satisfying of his life.

Derek's head fell back to rest against Leanne's sternum area, and he took a deep, cleansing breath. Reopening his eyes, he noticed that the big woman hadn't stopped fondling herself, nor had her breathing slowed. As a matter of fact, small whimpers and moans were escaping her panting mouth.

Derek didn't say a word. He was able to put two and two together, and while she certainly hadn't minded him 'taking care of business', that didn't mean that she wasn't bothered. She very clearly was, in fact, bothered.

He tilted his head back to watch her lusty expression, her eyes closed and mouth open with a fetching blush coloring her cheeks. After less than a minute, her eyes snapped open and she stared at him, pupils very dilated.

"Oh! Um, I was just, uh..."

"Leanne," Derek said gently while stroking her skin in wide arcs in a semblance of comfort. "Stop teasing yourself and just do it. I'd be the worst kind of hypocrite to judge."

Leanne bit her plump lip in indecision, before asking, "Can I ask for something a little weird to... to help?"

The shrunken man chuckled lazily. "Probably. What did you have in mind?"

"...can I hold you in my mouth?" she asked in a hushed tone.

"Uh, as long as I can still breathe, then sure? I should probably wash first though." Derek was positive he didn't taste all that wonderful at that moment.

Leanne lurched out of her recliner, the only piece of furniture in the room other than her bed and dresser, and hurried to the bathroom. Excitement had spurred her into energetic action.

She turned on the sink water to warm it, snatched her body wash from the shower, and as soon as the water temperature felt right to her she plucked the man from her cleavage.

Impatient, she washed him herself and dried him with a hand towel. Once he was dry enough, she set him down on her pillow and began working her uniform pants down over her wide hips and protruding ass. "Um, I'm going to get naked. If you want to turn away, now's the time."

Derek leaned back and laced his fingers behind his head. "You must be joking. Miss this? Not for the world."

Leanne smiled in welcome surprise, and once her pants were down and kicked away, she unceremoniously wiggled her panties down and began to unlatch the multitude of hooks keeping her bra clasped.

Derek drank in her body greedily. She had a full bush, soft auburn curls somewhat matted with natural lubricant. Wide hips, thick thighs. A plump belly that caved in a little around her waist. Then her breasts... Jesus wept, her breasts!

They were full, and hung low once freed from the confines of her bra as huge natural breasts tended to do. She had large areolas and thick, prominent nipples. Thick blue veins spidered here and there.

They were the most magnificent pair of tits that Derek had ever had the pleasure of beholding.

Once Leanne was completely nude, she spread her hands to the sides, shyly presenting herself. "So... this is me."

"Wow," the little guy muttered, and unable to help himself started to stroke his recovering erection.

The unsure plump woman eased herself onto the bed, head nestled on the pillow next to where Derek's entire body lay. "You're not too disgusted, are you?" she worried.

Derek rolled to his side so that they were face to face, in a manner of speaking. "I'm not disgusted at all," he assured her. "As a matter of fact, I think you're sexy." At her disbelieving expression, he rolled his eyes and pointed at his very hard dick. "See? Sexy."

Leanne's expression changed then, and she scooted closer until her face was almost touching the tiny man laying on her pillow. She puckered her full, plump lips and gave him a gentle kiss that engulfed his entire face. Then a more powerful one to his chest that lingered.

She dragged her lower lip up his torso, hot breath washing over him, and then out came her tongue.

The drooling, muscled appendage flattened against Derek's shins and she ran it up his body, delighting in every nuance and leaving behind a coating of her saliva. She enjoyed that so much, she did it again, but even slower. Her hand wedged between her thighs and into the sopping wet heat barely contained therein of its own accord.

Finally wanting to fulfill the fantasy that had been plaguing her for the last few minutes, she scooped up the little man, heaved herself onto her back in the center of the small bed, and raised him over her open mouth.

Derek fought back his fear. It was one thing to agree to be held in her mouth, but it was something else entirely to be held aloft and lowered into a gaping maw that could swallow him whole. Strands of sticky saliva hung between her upper and lower teeth in thin ropes, breaking as her tongue darted out to lick at his feet.

Leanne's curious tongue slathered all around his legs as he was lowered in. When he was halfway inside of the scary orifice, her plump lips closed around his waist and she began to gently suckle his lower body, the tip of her tongue flicking over and massaging his ass. She even tried and partially succeeded in wedging the tip between his glutes.

Derek watched Leanne's face. Her eyes were nearly crossed as she focused on him, suckling and licking the bottom half of his body while making lusty moans and pleading hums deep in her throat.

Though he couldn't see it, Leanne had four fingers of one hand crammed into her juicy canal and was furiously scrubbing her clit with the other.

He was so handsome, and she could just stare at his beautiful face and defined chest while she jilled herself off. Also, it was a happy surprise just how much she was enjoying exploring his ass with her tongue.

Derek leaned over and kissed the tip of her nose then stroked her cheekbones with his little hands, and that was all it took. Her big pelvis lifted from the bed and she gave a muted scream around a shrunken man and through tight, pursed lips as she came like a freight train.

The look in Leanne's eyes as she orgasmed was something special to Derek. Heavy-lidded, pleading, lusty, and erotic. Her pupils were so dilated that almost none of the blue was still showing. He'd never had such a close-up view of an aroused woman's eyes before.

He waited as she cooled down a bit, exhaling heavily through her nose and incidentally blowing all of that hot air across his chest and face. Derek tolerated it with a smile.

Her eyes finally focused back on him, and he felt the lips around his waist stretch into something like a smile. He ventured, "Hey. Can I ask for a little favor now?"

Leanne made a questioning noise around his legs, raising her eyebrows.

"Can you bring your hand up here?"

That time, she definitely made a 'what' noise.

Derek stared down at the spoon beneath her nose, and ran his hand over the twin ridges. "I like the smell and taste of pussy," he admitted. "If that's no good, then it'll be okay. I just thought I'd ask."

Leanne rolled her eyes, but dutifully brought her glazed hand up to near his face. She waited expectantly with a single eyebrow raised.

Her hand smelled amazing to Derek. He reached up, grasped her finger with his hands, and tried to pull it closer with all the strength in his arms. Leanne obliged him by drifting it closer.

Once in range, Derek took a tentative taste of the vaginal secretions liberally coating her finger. Finding it very much to his liking, he frantically began to lick the glaze from her digit, desperate to get as much as he could.

Leanne's eyes widened in shock. The tiny, yet gorgeous man was gorging himself on her pussy leavings. He was enjoying her taste. He actually, really liked it!

Her arousal came back with a vengeance and she yanked her hand away from him to dual-hand her needy core once again.

Derek wondered at her pulling her hand away, but then he heard and felt the moans, and noticed the bed shaking again. He twisted his torso as much as he could, hooked an arm around her chin, and forcibly turned his body a full one hundred and eighty degrees in her mouth. This time he wanted to watch.

The view down her plush body was a wonder. Her giant, full tits sagged down the sides of her body to rest on her upper arms, affording him a view down her plump belly and the very top of her pubic mound. Her thick thighs were propped up and spread wide, and Leanne had both of her hands energetically abusing her cunt.

Then she began to massage his wood with her tongue-tip.

It felt amazing, and Derek wrapped his arms around her chin and held on as she fellated him in a way no one had been before. Lacking any real way to show his appreciation, he kissed and nuzzled the chin within his folded arms.

All the while, the rhythmic suctioning of his legs and pelvis never really ended. The force just gradually increased. Leanne's powerful tongue slathered against the front of his legs as she concentrated on licking his erection.

Leanne began to squeal and buck her hips as she felt Derek's butterfly kisses on her chin, and as she wetly orgasmed yet again, she heard Derek shout and clutch at her chin tighter. His hips undulated inside of her mouth, and she faintly tasted the bitter, salty tang of his cum, as little as there was.

It was so good. Leanne felt satiated in a way she hadn't felt in the longest time. With the least gooey of her hands, she grasped the little man around his shoulders and upper arms, lifting him from her mouth. Then lowering him. She bobbed Derek's legs in and out of her suctioning mouth like she was giving his lower body a blowjob. Just a few times, and just for fun.

Finally lowering him to sit on her chest so that he was facing her, she blew an errant lock of sweaty hair from her face. "'Thank you' doesn't seem like it's a strong enough pair of words."

Derek leaned back and propped himself up with his arms. "Thank you? This was a mutual thing, Leanne. You and I, we can have more fun together. As long as you're careful with me, I don't see why this has to be it. I sure enjoyed myself."

Leanne's gaze became vacant as a hundred new fantasies and scenarios bombarded her imagination all at once.

Finally breaking free, she giggled freely and without care. "Okay. I've got the day off tomorrow. We need to get a few things to make you a little more comfortable, but after that, wanna go see a movie?"

Derek blinked. "How am I supposed to do that?"

Leanne grinned slyly. "I've got an idea or two. But for tonight, shower and bath, then sleep. I'm beat."

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