This choice: You cough her up and... test your larger equipment! She's very enthusiastic! • Go Back...Chapter #6Empirical evidence. by: Gimlet   "OK, I admit that is one heck of a party trick! Hah!" Pamela mutters, giggling inside you "I'll never hear 'Feed me Seymour!' and not be able to burst out laughing again!"
You chuckle yourself. Eating a girl's orgasms? That is... incredible! And you really aren't hungry, not even... normally. Definitely the urge to swallow a girl has vanished.
"At least I know there's a way to quell this hunger of mine now." You murmur, then realize Pamela can perfectly well hear you and you blush bright red. "Oh, I didn't mean I expected you... er... to... Um."
Tinkling laughter comes from your belly and you sigh, relieved she didn't take offense at that.
"Hey, Heh! It's OK, and frankly better than most guys." you feel a bump, her patting your insides you guess. "Most just think of their own pleasure, not the girl's... That's a point in your favor, even if it is just to feed your appetite!"
"Well, trust me, I'm not expecting... well, you know." you peter out, still blushing.
"...expecting me to offer myself, throw myself at your feet crying 'Oh master, EAT ME, pleeeeeaase! Take me take me, let your silky soft stomach ravish my tender young body.'... though frankly it IS a thought."
You stutter at that, then hear her laughter at your reaction. OK, she had you!
"Pamela!"
"Hey, Mum always did say I had a fiery sense of humor. Mind you there are plenty of reasons for that: Red head. Scottish. Short. Usual things to blame. Trust me I've used ALL the excuses!"
"I don't think you're short." you say, being all you could query, and you really don't remember her as being much shorter than you, though it did all happen a bit quickly.
"That's sweet, but I am familiar with my own height. Not exactly up for debate or anything. Four foot ten last count by the way."
"Uh, five five." You reply "And seriously, you didn't seem that shorter than me. I... guess I was distracted by your winsome looks."
"Ooh, flatterer! That'll get you all of me... and it pretty much has hasn't it! Hah!" she chuckles, then nudges your insides again. "Well, I love it in here, but I think it is time I got out. Do you mind?"
"Hmmm? Oh, right. Sorry! Yeah, uh... I wasn't thinking clearly back there. Guess that's obvious huh? Couldn't control myself. Anyway, I never even considered how to get you out. Uh... hang on..."
"Can I suggest, oh, I don't know. Throwing up?"
"Oh yeah, like I just stick my finger down my throat. That's gonna work innit?"
"Ah. Didn't think of that." she says, but seems more pensive than worried. She really seems OK. You do think it's odd the way she's reacting to all this. You'd have thought she'd have freaked out ages ago!
"Um," You say, staring down at your stomach. "How about I try to relax and you reach up? From what I know of anatomy the entrance to the stomach is like a little inverted cone, with the opening a tiny hole in the tip of the cone. Can you find it?" She soon indicates yes "OK, now wait a sec. I can't talk while your hands are in my throat! Anyway, I'm gonna try to relax and let things slide, so I'll lean over as much as I can, try not to do ANYTHING with my throat to make me swallow again, and you just wriggle up, but slowly. If you move to much I'll likely just gulp reflexively again and we'll have to start over."
"Oh shucks, that would sure be a shame!" she says, very insincerely!
"Pamela! Come on lets get you out of there. It's not funny! I have no clue if you're really safe in there or not!"
Reluctantly she agrees and you lean over, feeling her hands slicking deep in your throat. Here she comes! Scrabbling, wriggling, oozing fingers slip upwards inside you, an incredibly weird sensation! Slowly they get past your uvula without you gagging (unsurprisingly now) and you can taste her palms. For a second she traces your tongue with her fingers, curious, and you feel her giggle slightly as she strokes your tongue. Soon she speeds up though, her head rising up your throat as her hands, then arms slide from your ever stretching lips.
You're as gentle as you can be, her legs straightening to push her up, but she's obviously reacting to this. You hope she won't be pinched or cut. You'd have her to be in pain from this....
"Oh YES!" she groans, thrusting her tits against your teeth as she emerges, throwing her fiery red hair back into your face as she tosses her head back. "Come on, suck those nipples Algie! Come on these puppies are begging for some attention laddy!"
For a moment you pause, stunned at her response to this, but she DID say she loved being eaten didn't she? Shrugging, and smiling around her, you comply to her demands and hear her moan as you lick and suck on her body, her breasts pinched against your teeth, nipples just inside, teased by your tongue tip. She moans and rocks for several minutes like that, holding herself still in your throat, letting your tongue wash over her. Finally she grunts and heaves, yanking her tits out and wriggling furiously to wedge her hips up your gullet.
"OK, *Ungh!* Time to repay... *Heave!* the favor!" she mutters. What is she talking about?
The rest happens rapidly, her hips sliding by so fast you only get some taste of her nectar, no chance to bring her off after all the building up you just helped her with. Why did she do that?
You feel her feet slid from your lips and gasp as she jerks back, twisting and throwing herself over you, pushing you back against the far wall.
"Right you voracious beast you, time to for you to take what you've been dishing out eh?"
"Uh, what?" You manage. "No! Don't try it! I don't want you to hurt yourself!"
Pamela stops suddenly a look of sheer incomprehension on her face.
"What are you blathering about lad?" she says, hands on your shoulders.
"Well, if you try to eat me you'll tear yourself apart! I can't let... you..." you stammer to a halt as she bursts out laughing.
"Nay, nay! Ye dinnae get it laddie!" she says, her brogue slipping a bit. "I weren't meaning the eating. I was meaning the orgasms ye silly bugger!"
And you gasp as a hand slides down and grasps your shaft.
"WHOAH! Oh my god you're a big lad!" she says glancing down and seeing your ten inch rod. "Hah, serve me right to not check the goods out before I buy em eh? Well, let's be getting things going now! You've had your fun, now it's my turn. This time we'll be doing it to my personal fantasy!"
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