Shelly keeps playing with Phil
My name is Phil Tiny
chapter 9
by
copier
· original author:
swp1
"Well thanks," Phil replied awkwardly. "But I really need to get to class."
"Oh, don't be such a party pooper. You have time to hang around a little bit."
With that, Shelly grabbed Phil by his two arms. The world around him began to swirl as Shelly began to lie down on the floor below her, with her face upwards. She tilted her her neck back and dangled him above her head. He looked in horror as her grinning teeth widened directly below him. She then let go, putting poor Phil into a free fall. He managed to grab onto one of her front teeth, preventing a total drop into the pit of darkness. He then managed to grab onto the other front tooth with his second hand and pull his chest out of her mouth.
"You're a fiesty one," she cooed. Each sound smacked her lips against his face, causing him to fall downwards significantly. He began to pull himself back up but felt her warm tongue warp around one of his legs and push him back down. The world got dark as his head dropped completely within her mouth. He still managed to hold on with his hands, the only thing preventing him from making a major plummet, as he dangled over the edge of his mouth.
Her tongue moved up from his leg. Moistness engulfed him as she slid it under his shirt and up his chest. Phil felt weird sensations as she she began licking the center of his chest. He wanted to push her away but could do nothing as his hands were desperately holding onto her teeth. After each lick, she pulled her tongue out slightly more, stretching until finally she tore it entirely off. He was helpless as his shirt fell down her gullet forever. She then moved her way around his chest unto his back, moving down the spinal cord with her tongue. His nerves tingled, and his hands almost lost their grip as she moved up and down, but he remained resolute. Her licks got progressively longer and longer until finally, they ran the full course of his body. At the bottom of his legs, she would make an extra flick, which removed each shoe. She then back to the front of her body, starting with the legs and finishing with his face. Her tongue would press firmly against his face, forcing him to swallow her spearmint-tasting saliva. Afterwards he would be blind as her spit covered his entire mouth. He could not do anything about this though. He tried to concentrate on just holding on with his hands, pretending his body did not exist.
At one point, her tongue went extra slow at the crest of his pants. Feeling his waist until he became erect. She then slid it back down and made an extra strong tug at his pants, ripping the button and the slipper clean apart. At this, Phil gasped. He instinctively reached down to pull up his pants and finally let go. Before his hands could even get down there, he was sliding uncontrollably down her tongue. After his head was firmly on the slide, she cupped her tongue around Phil, bringing him to a stop. Her tongue wrapped around his whole body immobilizing him. She then proceeded to twirl him around, shaking his pants off. Phil tried to scream, but opening his mouth only caused it to be filled with her bountiful saliva. His pants soon came completely off and were swallowed into the abyss.
Then the bell rang again, and in a second, Phil found himself shooting out of her mouth into the hard ground she'd been lying on. He slid out of control for a few seconds and landed in a pool of spit.
"Sorry," she said hastily, already sitting up and grabbing her bag. "I got carried away. have to class now. But this was nice. I'm glad I got my turn." She then turned and blew him a kiss as he tried to stand up in the puddle. He felt cold as he stood there soaked in his underwear.
"Oh, don't be such a party pooper. You have time to hang around a little bit."
With that, Shelly grabbed Phil by his two arms. The world around him began to swirl as Shelly began to lie down on the floor below her, with her face upwards. She tilted her her neck back and dangled him above her head. He looked in horror as her grinning teeth widened directly below him. She then let go, putting poor Phil into a free fall. He managed to grab onto one of her front teeth, preventing a total drop into the pit of darkness. He then managed to grab onto the other front tooth with his second hand and pull his chest out of her mouth.
"You're a fiesty one," she cooed. Each sound smacked her lips against his face, causing him to fall downwards significantly. He began to pull himself back up but felt her warm tongue warp around one of his legs and push him back down. The world got dark as his head dropped completely within her mouth. He still managed to hold on with his hands, the only thing preventing him from making a major plummet, as he dangled over the edge of his mouth.
Her tongue moved up from his leg. Moistness engulfed him as she slid it under his shirt and up his chest. Phil felt weird sensations as she she began licking the center of his chest. He wanted to push her away but could do nothing as his hands were desperately holding onto her teeth. After each lick, she pulled her tongue out slightly more, stretching until finally she tore it entirely off. He was helpless as his shirt fell down her gullet forever. She then moved her way around his chest unto his back, moving down the spinal cord with her tongue. His nerves tingled, and his hands almost lost their grip as she moved up and down, but he remained resolute. Her licks got progressively longer and longer until finally, they ran the full course of his body. At the bottom of his legs, she would make an extra flick, which removed each shoe. She then back to the front of her body, starting with the legs and finishing with his face. Her tongue would press firmly against his face, forcing him to swallow her spearmint-tasting saliva. Afterwards he would be blind as her spit covered his entire mouth. He could not do anything about this though. He tried to concentrate on just holding on with his hands, pretending his body did not exist.
At one point, her tongue went extra slow at the crest of his pants. Feeling his waist until he became erect. She then slid it back down and made an extra strong tug at his pants, ripping the button and the slipper clean apart. At this, Phil gasped. He instinctively reached down to pull up his pants and finally let go. Before his hands could even get down there, he was sliding uncontrollably down her tongue. After his head was firmly on the slide, she cupped her tongue around Phil, bringing him to a stop. Her tongue wrapped around his whole body immobilizing him. She then proceeded to twirl him around, shaking his pants off. Phil tried to scream, but opening his mouth only caused it to be filled with her bountiful saliva. His pants soon came completely off and were swallowed into the abyss.
Then the bell rang again, and in a second, Phil found himself shooting out of her mouth into the hard ground she'd been lying on. He slid out of control for a few seconds and landed in a pool of spit.
"Sorry," she said hastily, already sitting up and grabbing her bag. "I got carried away. have to class now. But this was nice. I'm glad I got my turn." She then turned and blew him a kiss as he tried to stand up in the puddle. He felt cold as he stood there soaked in his underwear.
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