This choice: Trish wants to spend "quality" time with Jack • Go Back...Chapter #5Trish wants to spend "quality" time wit... by: Tisch  When light finally came into Jack's view again, he was standing on Trish's hand, thankfully outside of her unforgiving chest. He looked around and observed that the group of girls had pitched their stuff up in a busy area, with beachgoers all over the place. That meant that even if was he somehow able to get away from Trish and her gal pals, there wouldn't be anywhere to go. For the meantime, he had no choice other than to stay with Trish and that was a dangerous game.
"So, Jack, we finally made it to the beach. Good thing, too, I was just starting to get bored" Trish spoke. "I was hoping you would be able to help me out a little bit". Jack turned to face Trish. She had a mischievous smile across her face and was holding the front of her bathing suit. "Uh, what did you have in mind?" Jack asked. Trish giggled. "Weeell, I do have some extra special needs to be met and I know someone that is just the perfect size". Jack looked down to her hand. He noticed Trish was playing with the waistband. "I don't think so" Jack put as he glanced back up at Trish.
"What ever do you mean?" Trish innocently asked. "You know full well what I mean, there is no way I'm going in there" Jack shot back. Trish raised him up to her face. "You don't really have a choice, squirt. I mean, just look at how small you are. I can squash you in an instant if I wanted to". Jack uncomfortably shifted. That was a dangerous truth. "W-well that's true. But still, that doesn't mean you should do anything irrational". Trish laughed again. "It's not irrational if it's spending quality time with such a handsome man such as yourself" she justified. Jack looked back at her hand and noticed Trish had pulled back her bikini bottom, now leaving an opening into her crotch.
"You're not seriously considering this, are you?" he nervously said. Trish just smiled at him. "Of course I am, this is a can't-miss thing happening right now. Enough bickering though! It's time to begin our bonding time". The giant girl lifted Jack up and pressed him against her lips. *MWAH*. "All right, cutie, in you go". Trish then began lowering Jack nearer and nearer into the dark abyss below. Jack froze, in awe of such a pulverizing space. There was no fight in him at the moment, he was too shocked. Finally, Trish lowered him far enough and dropped him, snapping the fabric of her bikini bottom back into place and securing Jack against her crotch.
*SQUISH*
Jack gagged as he felt a damp and oddly bouncy something. He took in a breath and to his surprise, it wasn't overwhelmingly unpleasant. It was unusual, something he didn't think he had smelled before, but Jack was at worst indifferent to it. But that wasn't the issue at hand, that belonged to Trish's playfulness. "Okay, little man, get to work! I just might let you visit there again if you do a good job. But to start, I'll give you a little help" Trish explained as she pushed Jack into her special area. As Jack went further in, strange juices formed around him and the air grew progressively worse. After a moment or two, Jack felt the finger pushing him in retreat and he became lodged. "Shit" he muttered, inadvertently getting a mouthful of the cheerleader's fluids. "I have to find a way out of this, if she gets any more excited, I'm screwed".
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