She pushes him in.
My name is Phil Tiny
chapter 12
by
copier
· original author:
jinxed_myself
Ms. Prittey gasped quietly as she felt the little hands on her most sensitive area. She bit her lip to keep from moaning aloud. That's just how good it felt. Hell, if she knew it would feel this good, she would have skipped putting him in her bra and gone straight to this! He could learn his lessons later. Her long, slender fingers came into contact with the boy and wrapped around him. She pulled him a little ways away from her nether regions, much to the small boy's relief. However, that relief was short lived as she angled him back towards herself. A little shiver went down her spine at the way his head felt as it slipped inside her. His shoulders were next as she slowly, agonizingly to both parties, slipped him inside her.
"Oh god," she murmured. This was incredible! She had half a mind, well more than half, to keep him for herself. After all, who would really search for a three inch tall boy? She was sure his mom would be relieved to get rid of all the stress of having someone so tiny around the house. And Ms. Prittey wouldn't mind at all. She didn't have a husband or pet so it was just her and the occasional boyfriend. The thought of what she and her current interest could do with the little boy sent another shiver down her spine.
By now, poor Phil was well over halfway in. Just his legs below the knees were sticking out of his teachers vagina. He screamed and shouted at her, freeing his arms and banging against her inner walls but it did him no good. In fact, it only did the teacher good. Will all the moving around inside of her, it made her wetter and allowed her to slip her new plaything in more easily. The tiny boy kicked relentlessly and thought of every curse word he knew. If he ever got out of this horrid place and was face-to-face with Ms. Prittey again, he would say them all to her face. A little glimmer of hope swelled in his chest when he felt his teacher's fingers leave. Perhaps she was going to pull him out after all? Maybe it was only a joke? No such luck for him.
The buxom young teacher removed her fingers only to place them on the bottom of Phil's feet. Slowly, oh so slowly, she pushed him the rest of the way inside of her. Her fingers followed him in, pushing him so deep she could no longer feel his feet. With a small slurp, she retracted her fingers and moaned softly. She could still feel all his squirming inside of her and it felt so delightful. She didn't know if she could wait for her boyfriend to have fun with her little toy tonight. She had two off periods in a row--the students' lunch then her own off period--and figured she could always go find the new janitor. He was hot as hell and she had a feeling he had a package to go with all the muscles he had up top.
Taking a deep breath, she did her best to calm herself down. Several deep breaths later, she was able to get control of herself. She stood and fixed her skirt as her students worked diligently on their assignments. To her disappointment, though, she felt Phil slide a little back down. So, she would have to take special steps to ensure he didn't escape his new home. Opening the bottom drawer, she pulled out her purse and set it on her desk.
"Class, I will return in a moment. Keep on working," she instructed. She exited the classroom, taking her purse with her, and entered the restroom. She locked herself into a stall and pulled out a pair of underwear from her purse. They were her eighteen year old niece's. The girl had left them at her place the last time she had spent the night. Ms. Prittey had intended to mail them back to her today, but she suddenly had a use for the one-size-too-small pair of boy shorts. Clenching her vaginal muscles tightly to ensure her precious toy didn't slide any further down or fall out completely, she slipped her feet into the undies and slid them up her legs, quickly sealing her tiny captive into his hot and wet prison.
Phil screamed as he was forced further up inside his teacher again. All hopes of escaping were dashed when what little bit of light filtered through her vaginal opening was suddenly cut off. He squirmed, punched and kicked the fleshy walls surrounding him, desperately hoping to escape.
Ms. Prittey moaned, leaning against the stall to catch her breath. She clenched her muscles again, all the more unsure if she could make it home tonight. Good thing lunch was in fifteen minutes. She could either go home then or find that sexy janitor. Once the wriggling inside her subsided a bit, she took a series of deep breaths, fixed her clothes, grabbed her purse and headed back to her class.
Decision made she was...
"Oh god," she murmured. This was incredible! She had half a mind, well more than half, to keep him for herself. After all, who would really search for a three inch tall boy? She was sure his mom would be relieved to get rid of all the stress of having someone so tiny around the house. And Ms. Prittey wouldn't mind at all. She didn't have a husband or pet so it was just her and the occasional boyfriend. The thought of what she and her current interest could do with the little boy sent another shiver down her spine.
By now, poor Phil was well over halfway in. Just his legs below the knees were sticking out of his teachers vagina. He screamed and shouted at her, freeing his arms and banging against her inner walls but it did him no good. In fact, it only did the teacher good. Will all the moving around inside of her, it made her wetter and allowed her to slip her new plaything in more easily. The tiny boy kicked relentlessly and thought of every curse word he knew. If he ever got out of this horrid place and was face-to-face with Ms. Prittey again, he would say them all to her face. A little glimmer of hope swelled in his chest when he felt his teacher's fingers leave. Perhaps she was going to pull him out after all? Maybe it was only a joke? No such luck for him.
The buxom young teacher removed her fingers only to place them on the bottom of Phil's feet. Slowly, oh so slowly, she pushed him the rest of the way inside of her. Her fingers followed him in, pushing him so deep she could no longer feel his feet. With a small slurp, she retracted her fingers and moaned softly. She could still feel all his squirming inside of her and it felt so delightful. She didn't know if she could wait for her boyfriend to have fun with her little toy tonight. She had two off periods in a row--the students' lunch then her own off period--and figured she could always go find the new janitor. He was hot as hell and she had a feeling he had a package to go with all the muscles he had up top.
Taking a deep breath, she did her best to calm herself down. Several deep breaths later, she was able to get control of herself. She stood and fixed her skirt as her students worked diligently on their assignments. To her disappointment, though, she felt Phil slide a little back down. So, she would have to take special steps to ensure he didn't escape his new home. Opening the bottom drawer, she pulled out her purse and set it on her desk.
"Class, I will return in a moment. Keep on working," she instructed. She exited the classroom, taking her purse with her, and entered the restroom. She locked herself into a stall and pulled out a pair of underwear from her purse. They were her eighteen year old niece's. The girl had left them at her place the last time she had spent the night. Ms. Prittey had intended to mail them back to her today, but she suddenly had a use for the one-size-too-small pair of boy shorts. Clenching her vaginal muscles tightly to ensure her precious toy didn't slide any further down or fall out completely, she slipped her feet into the undies and slid them up her legs, quickly sealing her tiny captive into his hot and wet prison.
Phil screamed as he was forced further up inside his teacher again. All hopes of escaping were dashed when what little bit of light filtered through her vaginal opening was suddenly cut off. He squirmed, punched and kicked the fleshy walls surrounding him, desperately hoping to escape.
Ms. Prittey moaned, leaning against the stall to catch her breath. She clenched her muscles again, all the more unsure if she could make it home tonight. Good thing lunch was in fifteen minutes. She could either go home then or find that sexy janitor. Once the wriggling inside her subsided a bit, she took a series of deep breaths, fixed her clothes, grabbed her purse and headed back to her class.
Decision made she was...
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