Jake was dizzy. Helen was on her fifth or sixth cigarette - he’s lost count. He laid back on her tongue, the uninhaled smoke would enter her mouth and he could do nothing to avoid breathing it in. It was warm and acrid. She’d quickly inhale it into her lungs, and a second later it would re-emerge and flow out of her pursed lips. The inhaled smoke was lighter and cooler, but still he was forced to breath it in.
Between cigarettes she’d suck on him like the was a cough drop, sloshing him around in her mouth with her massive tongue. A few times she took a drink of her tea, and would slide him under her tongue so she wouldn’t swallow him, but he’d still get soaked by the blend of tea and cream.
He hated the cigarette smoke - he felt like he’d smoked two cartons, and he was soaking wet and sore. But he loved being submissive to the older British woman’s whims.
After some time, she pulled him out of her mouth. As he regained his vision - the room was very bright compared to her dark, cavernous mouth - he realized he must be in her living room. There were fancy wall sconces, a huge stone fireplace with a crackling fire, lots of plants (he assumed they were real, she has mentioned she loved gardening), and the furniture looked very expensive.
Helen rolled him around in her fingers so he was facing her. She was smiling. She was impressive attractive for her age - he imagined what she must’ve looked like at his age, her journey from country girl to socialite, arm candy for her wealthy husband.
“You felt so good in my mouth,” she said, still smiling. “Better than I could’ve imagined. I feel as if you’ll be spending a lot more time in there. Did you enjoy it?”
“I enjoy that you enjoyed it,” he replied.
“Clever boy. You certainly have the right answers,” she said, smirking coyly. “I thought we might watch a movie.”
“I like movies,” Jake replied.
“Poor thing, you’re soaking wet. It’s warm in here, why don’t you take off those wet clothes?” Helen said, placing Jake in her palm.
Jake obliged the giantess’s request and undressed.
“Wow, that physique. You really do work out,” she cooed.
“Uh, yes ma’am, being an athlete at school it’s pretty much required,” Jake laughed.
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