My first chaptered story on this site, and another story featuring a poly relationship!
Whereas my other story Matinee featured a (hopefully believable) throuple that likes to experiment with dates and scenarios, that are comfortable with each other, and their different sizes… this one I decided to tackle from the angle of a trio in the sapling stages of their sexual relationship—while already having a rapport with each other.
For this story, I decided to split it into three parts. Chapters essentially. The naming of the collective story and this chapter should probably be indicative about how on the nose I’m being but hopefully it’ll be a pleasant read nonetheless.
I will be updating this post with links to the other chapters as I post them as well. As much as this is meant to be a single story, I’ll also try to make each one individually consumable.
As a note, if anyone ever has constructive criticism, please don’t hesitate to mention it to me, either in a comment or in a direct email. I’m always willing to debate and talk about the finer aspects of writing, and self-improvement is a constant goal of mine.
In addition if you catch something else that should be tagged, I ask that you please let me know. I am a massive proponent of tagging and hope to do my part in making online experiences more easily accessible for everyone.
Content Warning: NSFW, Tiny woman, MF/f, Poly relationship, language, gentle, handholding, cum, entrapment with body parts, small spaces, mentions of alcohol consumption
Estimated Reading Time: 25 minutes
“Dinner’s ready!”
“I’m coming!” she called back. “Need any help carrying things?”
Laughter drifted out from the kitchen entrance.
Out came Oscar, grinning over his shoulder and carrying a salad bowl large enough to swim in. Rena knew this because she did that the other day when Oscar and Patty spent the afternoon outside reading on their beach chairs, little makeshift pool between them.
Patricia – Patty, as only Oscar and Rena were privileged to call her – soon followed, carrying the plates and utensils. Like every night, she set out special seating: an old iPhone box she’d never tossed, cut in half along the side to be at seating height for Rena. Trimmed fabric served as the tablecloth, with a small serving dish atop it, along with a flat-bottom thimble.
“Don’t drink it all at once,” Oscar said from on high, pouring cider drops into the container with an expert hand. His hair was getting shaggy, but Rena could still make out his sharp cheeks and playful smile. “I don’t want to lug you around everywhere if you get too drunk. You’re heavy.”
She was smaller than his thumb.
“You poor thing,” Rena said, rolling her eyes. “Your life is so difficult, having me around.”
“Don’t poke too much fun at him,” Patty said. She stood over the table in a loose navy top, arranging things here and there, too large and too swift for Rena to catch it all. “You know how sensitive he is. Wouldn’t want him to sit on you.”
Rena perked up at that. “Can he? Tonight? Not now, I’m starving, but uh, later?”
A loud clattering of a fork hitting a plate gave away Oscar’s reaction. He recovered faster than Rena could turn in her seat to see him, but she didn’t miss the luminescent blush creep up along his neckline.
Oscar and Patty traded glances, and the latter cleared her throat. Avoiding Rena’s pointed stare, she said, “We should eat. The food’s getting cold.”
“You made a salad.”
“Quiet, you.”
A sprite, they called her when they came upon her last year. A little pixie. Rena didn’t know what to say. Her people had a history, but they never needed to name themselves. She’d only ever known the enormous creatures that looked like her, talked like her, and fucked like her were called humans.
Was it serendipity or fate that she crossed their paths? And did it matter?
The serving dish, something that could fit in Oscar’s palm with room to spare, was enormous compared to Rena, but still the smallest item they had for her. It filled her makeshift table, the healthy greens and cheese shreds piled well above Rena’s head, with a single crouton as large as her chest on the outskirt of the dish, and a small dollop of dressing for flavor.
Rena tore through the entire mass of food as fast as she could, before gulping down the entire thimble’s contents in one long chug worthy of a frat house ovation.
“Excitable tonight, aren’t we?” Oscar said, breaking the silence.
He speared a piece of lettuce, bringing it up to his mouth, and Rena didn’t bother filtering the lewd thoughts that rose at the sight. Oscar had a beautiful mouth. The kind Rena wanted to bury herself in. She often wondered what it’d be like to have his lips kiss her entire body against Patty’s vulva, press her against the skin soft and—
“Why don’t you sit close to me for the rest of dinner, Ree?” Patty said, speaking up. Blue eyes as open and depthless as the sky fixed on Rena, their owner’s smile secretive and knowing. “Spend some girl time bonding.”
Rena sighed. “I suppose.”
Patty shot her a flat look. “Little minx.”
“Proud of it too.”
Rena rose from her seat – a whittled wooden bench that Oscar made for her months ago – and stretched. She stretched up, up, up with her arms and arched her back in such a way as to flaunt her tits at both her prospective giant lovers. Out of sheer coincidence her outfit, a toga style dress pinned at her shoulder, came loose and slid down her body.
“Whoops!” Rena made a show of shimmying out of the piled cloth, bending down to grab it, and exposing her ass to Oscar, who she was sure would blush and maybe even stammer and-
The table shook. A chair dragged across the floor.
The next thing she knew Rena was going up instead of bending down, with two massive pincers made of flesh grabbing her round the middle, lifting her like she was a figurine. Each finger was more than twice her size and the overwhelming certainty that she was powerless here, at the mercy of this giant, gripped her mind.
Thump thump, went her heart.
Fuck fuck, went her libido.
Oscar turned her around to face him. Rena was momentarily stunned to be so close to him, with his eyes like warm coals and his cheeks’ delicate sharpness. The remnants of his blush were still there, unhidden to her who saw everything even at her size.
“Behave,” he said, with the tone of someone who expected to be heard.
He carried her over to his wife and dropped her into Patty’s waiting palm.
“Oof!” She bounced and scrambled to orient herself upright, watching Oscar retreat to his seat.
He sat down with a harrumph, a feigned discontent that Rena saw through, but that moment, those seconds of being entirely within his grasp to do with as he pleased, etched themselves into Rena’s mind.
“I think you touched a nerve,” Patty whispered conspiratorially. Her heart-shaped face leaned in and washed over Rena with her voice. “What did you expect would happen?”
“Not that,” Rena said, rubbing her rear. Patty’s hands were wonderfully soft, but Oscar had dropped her without warning. “I didn’t think he had it in him.”
“You’ve been challenging him all day, dear.” Patty’s fingers curled up around her, a cage of flesh and bone akin to the old tales. She felt more on display, somehow, in her hand. “Should I be jealous?”
She smirked down at Rena at that last part and before she could react her world upended once more. Rena tumbled through the air, arms wheeling, veering close to Patty’s top but still too far to grasp. She flew past buttons like rock outcroppings and down into the small open valley between her girlfriends legs.
Rena hit the chair seating with an oof and an ow, all her clever ripostes and raunchy thoughts driven from her mind like the air from her lungs. She had a few seconds to stop and admire the view of Patty’s legs rising on either side of her like great walls in a crevasse, light fixture shining beyond the shadow of Patty’s face, before Oscar spoke up.
“Did you really just drop her between your legs?”
“I did.” Patty looked down at her, wicked smile still in place. “She looks much more comfortable here. How’s the view down there, Rena?”
Rena’s response was a mix of eep and gugh.
One redwood-sized leg eked closer, closing the gap by what was probably a paltry amount to Patty, but the entire length of Rena’s body in one go.
Rena tried to make a noise but her tongue stuck to the roof of her mouth. It was getting very warm there, so close to Patty’s core, and though her giant friend still wore her sensible pants that did nothing to prevent the intense invisible pressure against her mind.
Oscar grumbled something Rena failed to catch, and Patty’s response was giggling.
“Oh, like you weren’t thinking the same thing yourself,” she said.
Her legs closed together this time, twice the distance as before and both of them at once. Rena’s breath hitched, seeing the massive plateau’s of Patty’s thighs enclose her further into darkness. Left and right were all she was left with—front and back were dominated by Patty’s overwhelmingly massive thighs.
And to her left was a winding, tightening hall of body and leg, leading to a place Rena had been dreaming about for months.
A shadow fell over her as she debated her choices going forward. Patty held a glass of cider in her hand on high, still full. Her girlfriend swirled the contents a little too much and spilled out on the side, dousing her with enough cider to drown a person.
And just like that the ramping sensual ambiance dissipated.
“Crap,” Patty said, pushing her chair out. She rose, freeing Rena from between her legs, and grabbed a cloth napkin, dabbing frantically. “Crap! Rena, babe, are you okay? I didn’t hurt you with that, did I?”
“I’m- ack– fine!” Rena said through gulping mouthfuls of cloth and alcohol. She always metabolized the drink fast enough to never worry for her health, but still the fumes and scent of apples was strong enough to leave her dizzy. “No worries – blech – here. Just peachy.”
“Sounds more like you’re appley,” Oscar said coming round the side. He put a hand on Patty’s shoulder, pausing her well-intentioned, but unhelpful attempts at care. “Why don’t you go throw those in the laundry, hun. I’ll take care of Ree.”
It was amazing how much Rena saw of their reactions, perhaps even more than they were aware of. She saw the minor twitch in Patty’s expression, an unconscious clench of her jaw, before she nodded. A sheen of something glassy appeared in Patty’s eyes before she turned and walked away, relenting.
Oscar grabbed a fresh napkin and kneeled on the floor, putting his face a lot more level with hers. With surprising forwardness, he guided Rena to an upright sitting position and began patting her gently with the cloth.
“Sorry about that,” Oscar mumbled. He was cupping one hand around her like a supporting wall while the other dried her. “She’s been on edge all day.”
“Is Patty upset with me or something?” Rena asked. She’d been fine until she spilled the cider, but if she was, if Rena had pushed too hard with her offers and questions, she’d never forgive herself.
His reply was instant. “What? No, of course not.” He dropped the napkin and ran a hand through his hair, keeping his other one at her back, still close, comforting. “She’s just… nervous. She was trying to be playful and I guess she’s worried she got carried away.”
He resumed his cleaning, this time slower, more purposeful. His touch was absolute and powerful like the pulse of a mountain, but still the care he showed was immutable.
“I thought you were the nervous one, tonight,” Rena admitted. “You’re always the one who blushes whenever I talk about it. Us. Together.”
He was striking, all pensive and thoughtful like this, and Rena wondered if he sensed the thunderbeat of her heart through the cloth.
“Of course I blush,” he muttered. His lips quirked up as his cloth hand settled on her chest. “In case you haven’t noticed Ree, I’m very attracted to both of you. You’re not supposed to be possible, but yet, here you are.” He threw the cloth aside, and scooped Rena up with the hand at her back. She leaned into his palm, nuzzling against his warmth “I could live with you for a thousand years and still find a reason to clam up whenever you two mess with me.”
“I don’t tease you that often,” she protested.
“You told me earlier yesterday you wished you could sleep under my balls every night. You also said you shouldn’t because you’d be too horny.”
“I stand by what I said,” she said, defensively. “I still love thinking about that time you didn’t see me in your chair. I was trapped for hours.”
Oscar chuckled, a baritone locomotive sound that would lull any free-thinking pixie to sleep. “It’s like you’re trying to drive me crazy.”
Her thoughts turned to mush as he rose, carrying her with him. The world swiveled into shades of eggshell and mahogany as Oscar walked out into the living room, dinner forgotten. Still, she stayed still, trapped but not quite in a grip so massive it dwarfed the caverns back home.
His shirt was a robin’s eggshell blue, a full button up that pulled taut at his chest and reached up to his collar in crisp, clean lines. It was also Rena’s favorite. A wide expanse of a color as soft as that, a perfect representation of Oscar himself.
Her ruminations cut short as he, still holding her in his upturned palm, stretched and kicked back, planting his heels on the coffee table. With a gentleness that belied that strength and power he possessed her deposited on his chest, leaning back in his seat, as if relaxing for the first time that day.
“I can barely feel you on top of me,” Oscar mumbled, head against the sofa and eyes closed. “I have to focus. Tip tap, tip tap. That’s what you walking on my chest feels like.”
“Y-yeah.” At some point in the evening she’d lost control, but she couldn’t pinpoint when. “Well, maybe it’d help if you weren’t wearing a shirt.”
He huffed. “So eager to get me naked.”
“Can you blame me?” Rena looked up and down at the vertiginous length of his body. “I mean, damn.”
“You’re going to make me blush again,” he said, even though he sounded as comfortable with her as he did with his wife.
“Never not going to enjoy that.” Rena ventured close to one of his buttons. Despite the fabric, she made out the pitched rise of bumps along her soles. Goosebumps.
“We’re lucky,” he said, king of non sequitur. His head lolled to the side as he looked at the bedroom doorway. “Wouldn’t you say so, honey?”
A light switched off, dousing the room in momentary darkness, leaving Rena with only the enormous life of Oscar’s chest as her single guiding sensation while her sight adjusted.
Shadows shifted on the edge of perception, but whereas that would have filled Rena to the brim with terror of unknown dangers, the only anxiety left to her was the hanging expectation of what the evening entailed.
Shapes and noise happened in the darkness and she heard the knock of wood of Patty putting something on the coffee table, followed by the single brilliant flare of the humans’ television blinking into existence like a solitary star.
“Very lucky,” Patty said. She slid into the seat beside Oscar, snuggling in close, causing nary a tremble in his steady hand. “Can’t say what we’d do without you, Ree.”
She’d let her hair down from before, a single black elastic adorning her wrist. Comfortable baby blue cotton pajamas and a much looser faded white top replaced her previous attire. Her collar hung down, stopping just above the swell of her breasts, curls swirling in enticing vines that Rena longed to climb.
In a word, stunning.
Oscar moved slowly to not disturb Rena, and wrapped an arm around his wife, squeezing her once as if to reassure her she was okay.
“Better?” he murmured. On the screen, words and meaningless pictures continued their routine sequence.
“A little,” Patty said, inching closer. Her head fell into the crook of his shoulder and it was like being up and center to a jumbo screen of loveliness. She’d washed out her makeup too. “How did you know I needed that?”
“Intuition.” Rena watched him run his hand along Patty’s scalp. “And ten years of knowing you.”
“Sorry about earlier,” Patty said, directing the words at Rena, who clung to Oscar’s shirt button like a life-preserver. “I’ve just been nervous. About tonight. Everything.” She paused and carefully said, “You’re still naked. Why are you still naked?”
Rena waited for Oscar to offer an explanation.
It took her too long to realize he wasn’t going to. Both he and Patty were consciously involving her in the conversation.
These two…
“That’s what happens when you get showered in alcohol,” Rena said, aware of the clog of emotion in her throat. She coughed, trying to regain some of her previous insouciance. “By the way, Oscar’s a perv. He’s been manhandling me this whole time. Picking me up, touching me, he’s insatiable.”
“Guilty,” said the mountain in question. “Also, in the interest of full disclosure: I liked it. You’re very sexy, Ree.”
“See? Insatiable.” Rena bit her lip. “But just so we’re clear, I liked it too. He’s very gentle.”
Patty’s giggle was delicious. “Just wait until you really get him going, the man’s a brute.”
She knew.
There was no hiding Patty and Oscar’s intimate moments from her, and she often joined them in her mind, with deft fingers and a fresh supply of sounds and words to fill her spirit for hours.
“…that’s what I’m hoping for,” she said, filling the awkward gap from her lack of response.
Oscar coughed, a minor sonic boom this close to his face, and she tumbled down a couple inches, only stopping once Patty put her hand in the way.
Rena closed her eyes, leaning into the body behind her.
They were both so warm.
They stayed like that for a time, chattering about nothing, seconds stretching into minutes, the warm haze of their collective aura wrapping around Rena like a personal hug.
The slope of their bodies rose and fell in long-stretches of inhales and releases, synchronized.
She was doomed from the moment she met them.
She’d seen other humans – met others just as physically powerful as these two, just as attractive, just as big – who’d fulfill every one of her personal fantasies but never had she met two who could reassure her with their heartbeat.
She didn’t even care what, if anything, followed these moments. Oscar’s body was the perfect cushion and Patty’s nimble fingers, rubbing at her back in a pleasant soothing rhythm, were enough for Ren, who was lost in the lush reality of life with them.
“Getting sleepy, are we?” Patty said, breaking the spell and lifting her hand. Rena yelped at the sudden absence of support at her back but didn’t fall this time, instead clinging to the twill fabric material of Oscar’s shirt. A single massive finger came down on her back and pressed her against him, twisting as if to make her squirm. “I thought tonight was your idea?”
Rena gasped, propping her arms beneath to push herself up, but there was no use. Patty’s lone finger overpowered her entirely. Heat bloomed in her chest as she fought the pressure, but made no progress.
“I-I thought you weren’t-” she bit down a moan as her nipples hardened, pushed against Oscar’s idle massiveness, “-feeling like it. Fuck.”
The last word left her in a keen of whine and frustration, a special kind of agony. Her thoughts were melting the longer Patty pinned her down, and Rena could only revel in every second, swayed by the torrent.
“Don’t be mean,” Oscar chided, high above and benevolent giant that he was. “I thought we were going to be nice to her tonight?”
The finger practically fusing her with his material stopped and lifted. Rena gasped, sucking in a revitalizing breath without Patty’s weight holding her down, but all that did was fill her mind with the scent and thoughts of both of them and she had to bite down on her lip to stifle the urge to call for something she couldn’t even name.
“Ree?” Patty asked, all tease gone. “I’m sorry, was that too much? If I went overboard I-”
Rena stopped her right there.
“No! No, that was…” She couldn’t put a name to what that was. All she knew was that she wanted more. Like a fire, she burned with a want that had no word in any tongue she knew of. Everything she could think of fell short of the actual experience so she just said, “I liked that.”
And that was just her finger.
“You really did, didn’t you?”
Rena shivered against Oscar’s shirt. Her core was molten, stoked awake from its near slumber, and she desperately wanted to touch herself, to see if this wasn’t just some dream but reality.
She flipped onto her back and sucked in more air. Her skin caught fire where it touched the fabric of Oscar’s shirt, and Patty’s finger hung like a lumbering omen above her, waiting to descend once more.
Unbidden, she reached up and brushed her hand against the ridges and passive heat of Patty’s solitary digit. If she closed her eyes she could picture it, the life that awaited beyond the evening. The life she wanted.
“I really liked that,” she said, stronger this time. “That was… yes.”
Yes was the closest thing that fit.
The land beneath her roiled in amusement as Oscar huffed.
Patty rolled her eyes, but didn’t look away from Rena. There was something unique and thrilling about being the simultaneous focus of their attention.
“Well then,” she mused, tapping her lips with the same finger that trapped Rena, “I guess I can keep going then.”
Oscar’s chest vibrated as he hummed and asked, “What’re you thinking?”
There was no mistaking the practically audible twang of his muscles pulling taut when Patty cupped his crotch.
His breathing hitched the minutest amount possible, but Rena still saw it, saw it and felt it, with how the skin beneath his shirt shook with wanton desire.
Not content with merely surprising him, Patty angled her head to place her lips on his neck. Words not even Rena could hear fell from her lips, culminating in a lingering kiss that grazed the side of his bobbing Adam’s apple.
“Minx,” he growled.
“Mmm, you love me.”
Next thing she knew Oscar was clearing his throat and adjusting himself, pulling up in his seat and sending Rena tumbling down the slope of his body once more. Buttons streamed past, faster than a raging river, and still the predominant sound in her ears was the breathy gasp Oscar let out as Patty started kissing his neck in earnest.
Rena came to stop at the base of his torso, thrown about and disoriented.
She looked up the human hill she’d just fallen down, somewhere between disappointed she didn’t have the chance to burn the experience into her mind for proper revisiting, and eager for what came next.
“You’re going to be the death of me,” Oscar whispered in response to yet another wicked set of words Rena didn’t catch from Patty, who looked like she was having the time of her life whispering nothings into his ear. “Fuck.”
Patty’s response was a throaty chuckle. Her fingers danced from his collar down his shirt, deftly undoing each button faster that Rena could track. A thin trail of tantalizing skin emerged beneath the folds of the shirt, ending right where Rena sat.
“A little help?” Patty asked, hand dancing in the air above Rena.
Without another word Rena leapt to her feet and ran up the incline of his abdomen.
She reached under the edge of the button and flipped it up like a tire, hefting it against her upright body. The cotton fabric of his shirt slid under the bottom but stopped eventually, wedged between his body and the button before it fully slipped out.
“Why don’t I help you.”
Next thing she knew Oscar’s massive hand was batting her away, and a thumb and forefinger were pinching the same button she was struggling with just then.
Patty grabbed his hand, stopping him.
Oscar met his wife’s eyes, curious.
“I can do it,” Rena called out. Both of them turned to her. “No, really, I can.”
A second of hesitation before Oscar relented, drawing his hand away.
Rena attacked that button with twice as much gusto as before.
She wrenched the button upright once again, leveraging it against her hips for support. The shirt cloth jammed under it again, but this time, Rena pulled the piece of plastic, wrenching it as high as she could, sliding it over the opening in the shirt bit by painstakingly difficult bit.
This wasn’t just a chance at some extra titillation by getting Oscar shirtless, this was something else. Something important. She needed to pass this trial for herself if nothing else.
The opening in the cloth slid under the hard plastic and, whether through her own efforts or a little extra push from Oscar, the button snapped through the aperture in one silky smooth motion. Patty threw the shirt flaps aside, flicking Rena down to just above his beltline and exposing the vast expanse of his torso, the hills and ridges of the human form, a beguiling rise and fall of his chest signifying his increasingly harsh breaths.
Rena nearly passed out at the sight of it.
Patty’s hand landed on his belly. Skilful fingers, each longer than Rena was tall, started dancing, waltzing their way up his body, trailing gooseflesh wherever they touched.
“Go ahead,” Oscar said, amused, “you can touch, Ree.”
She got to her feet and took a tentative step forward. His bare skin wasn’t just warm, it was hot. Less sweltering and more comfort, the kind of heat she could linger and find shelter in.
Another step. And another. And soon Rena was leaping across him. There was so much space, so much to touch and if this wasn’t everything she asked for then she was dreaming and didn’t want to wake up. So excited was she that she missed the growing shadow.
Rena let out a sudden but honest eep as Patty’s hand eclipsed her view of the world and pressed her against her giant lover once more. Except this time there wasn’t a thin excuse of a shirt barring her from him and the experience was glorious.
Oscar let out a groan, a sonic boom of sound that spiked and stopped her struggling.
“You’re liking this,” Patty teased, voice coming in sultry and teasing. “Does seeing her down there, on top of you, so small, turn you on then? Do you like feeling her squirm against you?” She lifted her hand once more, and Rena followed the trajectory of her limb. It settled against and cupped a massive swelling bulge in his pants. “Or are you just happy to see me?”
Rena stared, captivated with creasing pant folds and the mounting hill emerging from his crotch.
Patty’s fingers found the zipper and, with a casual strength Rena could never hope to match, began unzipping, tooth by tooth.
Holy fuck, he was still getting bigger.
“You’re thinking about it now,” Patty said, halfway done. Oscar was breathing hard, subsumed and at her mercy. “What do you want to do first, hmm? Want to put her on top of your cock, have her squirm, see how long she can last before she falls down?” A grunt, and the slightest buck of his hips that told Rena everything he thought of that idea. “Or how about we see if she even can lift you up. I bet you could just cover her with your cock and-”
Rena didn’t give her time to finish. She got to her feet and sprinted, springing off muscle and nerve like hot coals, her own body hot and wanting and utterly enraptured by the engorged sight still held back by his boxers.
A veritable cage of fingers snatched her up when she was an inch away from her prize.
“Someone’s excited,” Patty teased. The hand around Rena tightened, dangling her over Oscar’s bulging cock, straining to escape. “Look, honey, she’s so eager.”
“No!” Rena couldn’t help but cry out. She reached for his boxers, helpless in her girlfriend’s grip. “Dammit, Patty, let me go! Let me go!”
“As you wish.”
And then Rena was being dropped on top of the twitching, writhing mass, and it was all she could do not to fall off.
“God, you’re a tease,” Oscar groaned. It was unclear who he was referring to.
“I’m just giving her the full tour,” Patty said, laughing lightly. “Frustrated?”
‘Bitch,’ Rena thought without any heat. It was hard to deny that Patty’s attitude wasn’t effective at driving up the tension.
She wormed her way along the bulge towards the button, biting her lip as she rode up the underside of Oscar’s cock. Her thighs ached with exertion, arms turning sore the longer she climbed, unable or unwilling to let the entire evening be dictated by Patty.
Goddess above, Oscar was so big. Rena knew she should have expected it, considering how he and Patty’s pinkie finger dwarfed her, but knowing was different from experiencing and judging by the throbbing mass she was riding all her dreams and fantasies were going to take on a reality she wasn’t sure she was prepared for.
“You can do it,” Patty teased. She eagerly watched Rena, a kind of visceral lust and fascination vivid in every microexpression on her enormous face.
Oscar looked like it was taking every ounce of concentration not to just start jerking off with Rena in hand. That hazy look disappeared as Patty cupped her face and pulled him in for a soul-searing kiss that raised the temperature of the room by several degrees and raised him even more.
Thick pulsing throbs lit up against her inner thigh and that made her grind her hips against him in return, eliciting a moan that of guttural pleasure and hunger. Rena tucked her head against the fabric of his boxers, overcome with emotion.
She did this. She and Patty.
She resumed her grind against his hidden cock, and at last reached the apex of his erection, hidden by a single button. A small wet stain of pre-cum decorated the area, and it took everything she had not to just sink her face against it and inhale like the greedy woman she was.
The button was slick, either with sweat or something else, and it took her a couple seconds to grasp it properly. It was smaller than the shirt button, only as small as her head, but her arms strained to lift it up and slide it through its opening.
Thwip.
And then the world turned upside down once more and flipped Rena onto her back. Oscar’s dick sprung free, massive and heavy and throbbing, and by the goddess he was coming right for her—
Patty intervened, wrapping her hand around the cock thicker than Rena was tall, saving her from getting smacked by the member.
“You okay, babe?” Patty asked. She squeezed Oscar’s cock, once, twice, and slid her hand up and down his shaft in a slow, languorous movement. “This monster here scare you off?”
“Not on your life,” Rena said.
“Atta girl.”
The hand groping Oscar pumped him hard, eliciting another long, low groan from the man.
“Tease,” he mumbled. Rena couldn’t see over the tower of cock stretching high above her, but the air vibrated with tension from every inch of his skin, in tune with the way he jerked to Patty’s ministrations. “Where’d she—fuck!—end up?”
“Oh just between your legs,” Patty said idly, as if she were talking about the weather.
Oscar bucked as she let go, instead opting to trail the entire length of his dick from base to head with one finger. Rena watched the whole byplay hungrily, the crevasse walls of his open legs widening just a hair. The musk from his crotch suffused the air around her, dizzying her, and if the night ended like this, trapped between Oscar’s legs while Patty jerked him off to completion then Rena would be forever happy.
She walked closer, fascinated with the sight. Oscar hung out and over her, a pillar of cock and sex, far more flesh and skin than she’d ever stimulate on her own, all being slowly driven to madness by the soft sensual strokes of Patty’s hand.
“You like this, love?” Patty asked. A breathy, pleased gasp escaped her. “Want to help?”
Rena nodded dumbly. She swallowed the lodge in her throat and asked, “How?”
The hand jerking the building-sized cock stopped, thumb and forefinger forming a ring around the upper half of the shaft. Then, like a drawbridge of flesh and muscle, Patty started lowering it. It was slow, deliberate, and Rena shuddered, realizing perhaps for the first time in its entirety just how utterly miniscule she was compared to them.
There was plenty of time to move. Plenty of time to step back, let the dick descend into empty space, and appreciate it from a safe distance, but Rena didn’t.
At first it was light, just a brush with something spongy and stretchy and heavy. Then the weight increased, from easily shrugged off to the full pressure of a dick many times larger than her. She pushed, lifted the cock off a minimal amount, and then had her arms forced apart and spread out, smothered by the absoluteness of Oscar’s cock.
Even with her arms and legs outspread, her body was covered entirely by him, held there by the gentle pressure of Patty’s hand. The coarse material of the couch bit at Rena’s back like fibrous teeth, but even that distraction was nothing.
She felt the pulsating thrum and rush of blood rushing through his cock with her entire body, a rock concerto of lust and with her own heart as the drumbeat. Something slick slithered down from above, drenching her short ruby red hair and sticking it to the side of her face.
Oscar writhed above her, a movement that would’ve registered on the Richter scale for the relative difference between them. Pre-cum covered her face and slid down the rest of her body, and if she wasn’t theirs before she was now.
“Doesn’t she feel good?” Patty said, voice muffled by the wall of dick around Rena. “Can you feel her? Can you feel her while you grind her and—”
“Shit!” Oscar cut in, voice urgent. “Patty, I- I’m gonna—”
A wet sloppy sound interrupted him, followed by a subsonic noise that almost wasn’t human.
“Cum,” Patty urged, “Do it, honey. Cum for us.”
The pressure flourished, rising slow and sure as dawn breaking over the edge of the world. Any space available to her diminished in portion, and soon the air turned thin and empty. The weight above wasn’t painful, but it was absolute, and the more she pushed and fought against the cock holding her down the more her energy left.
“Fuck!”
A husky laugh. “Careful not to drown her, love.”
Jizz dribbled down into the compact space available to Rena, and there was nowhere to run to, nowhere to crawl. A single massive hand scooped her up and through the brief visibility she had of the room, Rena made out Oscar, panting wildly and helpless in Patty’s hands as she squeezed Rena against the still throbbing cock like she were nothing but a toy. Cum covered her whole body, drenching her, and it was so much.
“Ah… ah… ah…”
Who was that, Oscar or Rena? At a certain point, covered in as much of him as she was, did it matter?
Oscar’s dick lifted up and away from her, rising through the air like a crane-lifted beam. Her skin tingled like a live wire as she watched, vulnerable and raw like no other time in her life.
Come back, she wanted to say. Wanted, but couldn’t, because she just felt numb and blissed.
Rena closed her eyes and fell into the sway of their breaths once more.
Yes, she was doomed from the moment she met them.
“I love you,” she whispered, too quiet for her lovers to hear, but meaningful all the same.
And she wouldn’t have it any other way.
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