Julia asks to be excused
My name is Phil Tiny
chapter 24
by
copier
· original author:
jaydil
Julia wasn't used to this kind of pleasure, and knew it would be some time before any boys would look her way. Despite having mountainous assets from Phil's perspective, she really was quite plain; even a bit smallish compared to the other girls her age. Ever the tomboy, Julia's athletic achievements left her toned and fit but the perceived lack of curves and makeup left her as a kind of outcast among the other girls. They didn't shun her, per say, but she was the butt of more than a few jokes of the "more of a boy" variety. Worse yet, the few boys she did feel attracted to wouldn't acknowledge her as anything more than a rival or worse: one of the guys. On more than one occasion she considered challenging one to a karate match and surreptitiously kissing him to show how serious she was...but always backed out for fear of the consequences.
But Phil, he was small enough to be controlled. The only way anyone would know where he was was if SHE told them, and Julia was good at keeping her mouth shut. Best of all, this couldn't be wrong. Boys are all perverts after all, they want to smell panties and touch boobs and such, so Phil must be having the time of his life even if he won't admit it.
With that, Julia had Phil's fate decided. This felt great for both of them so surely it would feel even better to have him squirming around inside her pussy and he'd be thrilled too! Julia's continued reasoning made her noticeably wetter, causing Phil to struggle more just to breathe air without a better than 50/50 mix of Julie's juices. In response to the increased stimulation, Julia's mind entered a fog as her muscles clenched and she raised her hand to hide what she knew had to be a goofy expression and stifle a whimper.
To Julia's lonely and now increasingly sex-addled mind the thought of being constantly serviced without the knowledge of the other students or teachers made her feel powerful and almost royal in a way. "That bitch Hannah would be so jealous...well... if she even knew what she was missing", Julia thought as she pressed down on her tiny captive again and again; shivering with delight, savoring his movements.
As the minutes ticked by the only question left unanswered was how she could keep him in her love canal more-or-less forever as a squirming living toy without prematurely ending the fun by killing him. Even her soon to be live-in pervert would be opposed to such a raw deal. But for now she just had to got to a toilet stall and see how the pervert's squirms would feel from inside her hungry pussy...then she'd simply use some band aids from her backpack to keep him partially inside the rest of the day and would worry about how to make the arrangement more permanent when she got home. Thinking a few steps ahead. "That's how you win." Julia congratulated herself by mouthing the words silently.
All Phil knew was that he was being thrown about, crushed, and dragged forward and back by a slobbering beast intent of kissing him with its smelly bulk. The situation weirdly reminded him of family reunions at his grandmother's house, only with fewer old women talking about how cute he was. Both instances involved an overwhelming odor, though the current overwhelming stench of arousal was causing him to think more fondly of the horrendous amounts of perfume his elderly relatives use.
It wasn't more than a minute after receiving a particularly long lasting smooch that had him coughing up what felt like a gallon of Julia's lust that he heard Julia speaking in an uncharacteristically plaintive voice:
"Ms. Jones, can I go to the toilet? I really need to go."
Annoyed, Ms Jones responded: ""That's 'MAY I' and....
But Phil, he was small enough to be controlled. The only way anyone would know where he was was if SHE told them, and Julia was good at keeping her mouth shut. Best of all, this couldn't be wrong. Boys are all perverts after all, they want to smell panties and touch boobs and such, so Phil must be having the time of his life even if he won't admit it.
With that, Julia had Phil's fate decided. This felt great for both of them so surely it would feel even better to have him squirming around inside her pussy and he'd be thrilled too! Julia's continued reasoning made her noticeably wetter, causing Phil to struggle more just to breathe air without a better than 50/50 mix of Julie's juices. In response to the increased stimulation, Julia's mind entered a fog as her muscles clenched and she raised her hand to hide what she knew had to be a goofy expression and stifle a whimper.
To Julia's lonely and now increasingly sex-addled mind the thought of being constantly serviced without the knowledge of the other students or teachers made her feel powerful and almost royal in a way. "That bitch Hannah would be so jealous...well... if she even knew what she was missing", Julia thought as she pressed down on her tiny captive again and again; shivering with delight, savoring his movements.
As the minutes ticked by the only question left unanswered was how she could keep him in her love canal more-or-less forever as a squirming living toy without prematurely ending the fun by killing him. Even her soon to be live-in pervert would be opposed to such a raw deal. But for now she just had to got to a toilet stall and see how the pervert's squirms would feel from inside her hungry pussy...then she'd simply use some band aids from her backpack to keep him partially inside the rest of the day and would worry about how to make the arrangement more permanent when she got home. Thinking a few steps ahead. "That's how you win." Julia congratulated herself by mouthing the words silently.
All Phil knew was that he was being thrown about, crushed, and dragged forward and back by a slobbering beast intent of kissing him with its smelly bulk. The situation weirdly reminded him of family reunions at his grandmother's house, only with fewer old women talking about how cute he was. Both instances involved an overwhelming odor, though the current overwhelming stench of arousal was causing him to think more fondly of the horrendous amounts of perfume his elderly relatives use.
It wasn't more than a minute after receiving a particularly long lasting smooch that had him coughing up what felt like a gallon of Julia's lust that he heard Julia speaking in an uncharacteristically plaintive voice:
"Ms. Jones, can I go to the toilet? I really need to go."
Annoyed, Ms Jones responded: ""That's 'MAY I' and....
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