How Many Licks?
My name is Phil Tiny
chapter 7
by
copier
· original author:
swp1
Phil is trapped as Kendra starts eat her ice cream. At first, he wouldn’t notice her licks being buried too far down, but as parts of his prison disappear, his head and feet slowly stick out. Kendra proceeds to lick his head with every bite, forcing his face against her cold, moist yet sticky tongue. Every once and a while, she’d hold her tongue on him, pressing his face against the bumps on her tongue. Phil tries to plea back but ice cream just falls into his mouth.
Soon his arms start to surface, and eventually most of his body appears. The scoop above him is mostly done, and Kendra decides to finish it off with one last bite. As she eats it, she brings Phil in as well. She swishes him around as she at the rest of the ice cream and presses him against her mouth to suck the ice cream off of him. She inches him closer and closer to the back of her throat, causing Phil to scream at the black chasm in front of him.
In the last second, she spits him out though onto her palm, still holding the cone with her other hand.
“What do you think I would just end it there?” she asks.
Phil is not sure what to say: nothing about her told him he wouldn’t, but he didn’t dare say that.
She raises him up to her grinning mouth. Phil tries to crawl backwards to the back of her palm, but he can’t avoid the giant mouth. Cornered at the edge, he must turn around and face it. Her mouth is easily the size of a car to him, inches from him. She opens her mouth like she’s about to eat him but instead gives him a gentle peck (Well, “gentle” meaning it covered only his face and shoulders). At the end, she sticks her tongue out for a playful Frenching against his face.
She then lowers him, takes a lick from the ice cream, and gives him a suggestive link.
“Not to think in only callous terms, but if I ate you now, I would not be able to enjoy your company anymore,” she states. “I feel like we’re just getting started.”
What does she have planned next?
Soon his arms start to surface, and eventually most of his body appears. The scoop above him is mostly done, and Kendra decides to finish it off with one last bite. As she eats it, she brings Phil in as well. She swishes him around as she at the rest of the ice cream and presses him against her mouth to suck the ice cream off of him. She inches him closer and closer to the back of her throat, causing Phil to scream at the black chasm in front of him.
In the last second, she spits him out though onto her palm, still holding the cone with her other hand.
“What do you think I would just end it there?” she asks.
Phil is not sure what to say: nothing about her told him he wouldn’t, but he didn’t dare say that.
She raises him up to her grinning mouth. Phil tries to crawl backwards to the back of her palm, but he can’t avoid the giant mouth. Cornered at the edge, he must turn around and face it. Her mouth is easily the size of a car to him, inches from him. She opens her mouth like she’s about to eat him but instead gives him a gentle peck (Well, “gentle” meaning it covered only his face and shoulders). At the end, she sticks her tongue out for a playful Frenching against his face.
She then lowers him, takes a lick from the ice cream, and gives him a suggestive link.
“Not to think in only callous terms, but if I ate you now, I would not be able to enjoy your company anymore,” she states. “I feel like we’re just getting started.”
What does she have planned next?
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March 24, 2025
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