Ms. Prittey Has Other Plans
My name is Phil Tiny
chapter 11
by
WriteMik
Phil shook his head and gasped for breath. He thanked his lucky stars for his miraculous escape. Suddenly the floor tilted sharply back and Phil, having no foot or handholds, was flung helplessly forward.
Ms. Prittey smiled smugly as she was rewarded with a small bump down below.
Phil smacked into the soft fleshy mound of the young teachers womanhood. His face was buried in the wiry-strawberry blond hairs of Ms. Pritteys bush. He flailed his arms and legs and tried to push himself away from the colossal vagina as it moved under him. His hand slipped on the increasingly slick flesh and sank deep into her silken depths. Now Phil was precariously sliding off balance and gravity was working against him. He was half way in between her two fleshy nether lips, each was nearly as big as himself. His left hand hung in space inside his teacher and he couldn’t find purchase.
Phil was desperate now as his left shoulder and hip slid inexorably in and he lashed out with his right hand over Pritteys left labia and grasped for a handhold on the wrinkly skin of her inner thigh. Finally to Phil’s relief he got a grip and stopped his slow slide. Then he hooked his right leg over the mound of her left lip, and finally pulled himself back out. Phil lay for a second hugging the one labium but the point of gravity shifted to the left just enough to force Phil back across her womanhood. He found himself staring her in the “mouth” once again he braced his hands on either side of the wet mound as it opened into a deep dark crevasse.
Ms. Prittey, Feeling the boy moving on her was very aroused, and she spread her legs a little more and felt tiny hands touch her skin on either side of her pussy. She slammed her legs back together squeezing Phil between her massive thighs and hard against her ripe peach. Attempting to control herself she told the class to do some buissey work. Then she lowered her hand blow her desk and leaning way back she inserted her fingers up her skirt and approached her vagina.
Ms. Prittey smiled smugly as she was rewarded with a small bump down below.
Phil smacked into the soft fleshy mound of the young teachers womanhood. His face was buried in the wiry-strawberry blond hairs of Ms. Pritteys bush. He flailed his arms and legs and tried to push himself away from the colossal vagina as it moved under him. His hand slipped on the increasingly slick flesh and sank deep into her silken depths. Now Phil was precariously sliding off balance and gravity was working against him. He was half way in between her two fleshy nether lips, each was nearly as big as himself. His left hand hung in space inside his teacher and he couldn’t find purchase.
Phil was desperate now as his left shoulder and hip slid inexorably in and he lashed out with his right hand over Pritteys left labia and grasped for a handhold on the wrinkly skin of her inner thigh. Finally to Phil’s relief he got a grip and stopped his slow slide. Then he hooked his right leg over the mound of her left lip, and finally pulled himself back out. Phil lay for a second hugging the one labium but the point of gravity shifted to the left just enough to force Phil back across her womanhood. He found himself staring her in the “mouth” once again he braced his hands on either side of the wet mound as it opened into a deep dark crevasse.
Ms. Prittey, Feeling the boy moving on her was very aroused, and she spread her legs a little more and felt tiny hands touch her skin on either side of her pussy. She slammed her legs back together squeezing Phil between her massive thighs and hard against her ripe peach. Attempting to control herself she told the class to do some buissey work. Then she lowered her hand blow her desk and leaning way back she inserted her fingers up her skirt and approached her vagina.
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March 24, 2025
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