More fun with Phil
My name is Phil Tiny
chapter 21
by
copier
· original author:
aypgirl
"I know," Kristen said, "I think I should get some exercise." Phil was unsure what Kristen was up to, but he knew that it couldn't bode well for him. Kristen lifted the hogtied boy off the bed and took out another piece of string. She tied this one around his waist, so that when she held the top of the string, Phil swung down from the bottom. Kristen then went to her closet and pulled out a long piece of wood. She tied the end of the string to the wood, then lay down on the ground.
"Ok honey," she said with a giggle, remembering their make out session, "I'm going to do some sit ups. But I always worry that I don't go up far enough. You're going to help me with that." She then locked her legs together and placed the stick in between her knees. The top of the stick was high above her, and Phil dangled down at about the level where her knees stopped. He was unable to move because of his restraints, and his wrists and back were starting to hurt him.
Kristen then began her sit ups. Phil wasn't paying any attention, focusing only on his pain, when suddenly he felt giant, soft lips covering his face. Then they were gone. Then they were back. Phil struggled to look down and saw that Kristen was doing her sit ups. Each time she came up, she gave him a kiss. That must have been what she meant by making sure that she came up all the way. Though ordinarily he would have loved this, the girl's lips were not giving him much opportunity to breath. Every other second, there they were, planting more kisses of torture on his already suffering body.
Kristen when through the routine, doing 20 sit ups, each time kissing her helpless little captive. When she done, she lay back down, and unlocked her knees. The stick fell, and so did tiny Phil along with it. He landed on her taut belly, the softness cushioning his fall. Kristen lifted up her abdomen so that Phil slid up her body until he had made it to her bra. She then picked him up, released him from the stick, and placed the still tied boy in the palm of her hand.
The little boy looked ahead and saw Kristen blowing him a kiss. She then said, "okay, for our next activity..........
"Ok honey," she said with a giggle, remembering their make out session, "I'm going to do some sit ups. But I always worry that I don't go up far enough. You're going to help me with that." She then locked her legs together and placed the stick in between her knees. The top of the stick was high above her, and Phil dangled down at about the level where her knees stopped. He was unable to move because of his restraints, and his wrists and back were starting to hurt him.
Kristen then began her sit ups. Phil wasn't paying any attention, focusing only on his pain, when suddenly he felt giant, soft lips covering his face. Then they were gone. Then they were back. Phil struggled to look down and saw that Kristen was doing her sit ups. Each time she came up, she gave him a kiss. That must have been what she meant by making sure that she came up all the way. Though ordinarily he would have loved this, the girl's lips were not giving him much opportunity to breath. Every other second, there they were, planting more kisses of torture on his already suffering body.
Kristen when through the routine, doing 20 sit ups, each time kissing her helpless little captive. When she done, she lay back down, and unlocked her knees. The stick fell, and so did tiny Phil along with it. He landed on her taut belly, the softness cushioning his fall. Kristen lifted up her abdomen so that Phil slid up her body until he had made it to her bra. She then picked him up, released him from the stick, and placed the still tied boy in the palm of her hand.
The little boy looked ahead and saw Kristen blowing him a kiss. She then said, "okay, for our next activity..........
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