Not too Young to Please
Tiny Way Of Life
chapter 12
by
copier
· original author:
fearboy
Holding you tightly in one hand, Brittany's other hand moves down to the waistband of her skirt, one pudgy little finger sliding under the elastic edge of her skirt and panties. Giggling and blushing, Brittany pulls her skirt and panties out and begins to lower you. Struggling for all your worth, you stare up at the little girl’s cute face pleadingly. “Stop! Don’t do this Brittany! Please stop!”
She just ignores your begging, smiling gleefully as she shoves you into her panties and then lets go, her waistband slapping back against her pudgy midsection and you shoving into her crotch. A loud groan of horror and disgust sounds from Brittany’s panties as you feel the soft mounds push tightly against your puny body. Tiny prickly hairs have started to push out around the mounds, not yet fully out, but still lightly blanketed around you. This isn’t your first time this close to someone’s most private area. You’ve had girlfriends and curious girls from class that had wanted to see how you felt inside them or against their sexes. You had never been this close to a girl as young as Brittany and as you feel the soft flesh press against your body, you can’t get the thought of her cute, little face out of your head no matter how hard you tried.
You remained still, if you did nothing then Brittany might get bored and let you out, then you could try to convince her that you’re not the marriage kind of guy. Waiting, the lips throb with a muggy heat and a musky odder. Sweat begins to run down your body, making your clothes wet and causing you even more discomfort. You don’t know how long you’ve been in Brittany’s panties, probably just a few minutes, but it feels much, much longer. You wait for her fingers to come, but when they do it’s not to pull you out.
“You’re not doing it right!” Brittany’s informs you just as her fingers push against you from the outside, crushing you into her lips. You cry out in pain as her fingertips drive hard into your back and then she starts moving her fingers, grinding your tiny form into her sex. You rub all over her vagina, every part of you touching every square inch of the long slit. You're screaming into her clit seconds before your body is dragged back down until you can feel your legs sinking underneath her into the bottom of her ass crack. You try to do something, scream at her to stop, keep her from rubbing you along her cunt, anything, but every little struggle only makes things worse for you and better for Brittany. You can hear her soft moans from above, the pressure on you increasing as the feelings you give her get better. It’s while you're being rubbed along the bottom that your head accidently gets pushed in by one Brittany’s huge fingers.
“No! No! N….” Your head slides in, the your sweat and the tiny bit of Brittany’s own excitement lubing you up to slip into her hungry twat. You try to pull your head out, but Brittany’s finger remains on the back of your head, no longer moving you along as she is feeling something new and wants to experience more. You cry out into the soft, moist tissue as you feel her pushing you forward, your shoulders slipping in with a hard shove and the rest of you following suit. You thrash around as your fed into Brittany’s young cunt, not the best idea when you're trying to not pleasure a girl, but in your panic you’re hardly thinking strait. Her moans echo around you, the flesh pulsating with how loud her cries get. Her fingers disappear for a second as your waist enters her. You kick wildly as you hang half way inside her, trying to wiggle out. A finger returns, pushing on the soles of you're flailing feet and with one hard shove, you are pushed all the way in to your fiery, snug prison of flesh.
“This is better then any of my dollies!” Brittany panted. She had first started by using her extensive doll collection, popping her cheery with Ken doll. She had always imagined it was you when she did it, but now she knew that the imitation was nothing compared to the real things. Falling back onto her bed, her body writhed around, no thought of your safety as she consummated the marriage.
You were being crushed. Nothing could have compared you for how tight it was going to be. All the girls you had been inside had been older then you or the same age, none of them had just reached puberty. Brittany may have a huge rump, but her pussy was tiny. Quivering, sticky muscles enclose all over you, keeping you from even moving back. Your helpless as the muscles hug you all over, once more; Brittany has overpowered you without even trying.
She just ignores your begging, smiling gleefully as she shoves you into her panties and then lets go, her waistband slapping back against her pudgy midsection and you shoving into her crotch. A loud groan of horror and disgust sounds from Brittany’s panties as you feel the soft mounds push tightly against your puny body. Tiny prickly hairs have started to push out around the mounds, not yet fully out, but still lightly blanketed around you. This isn’t your first time this close to someone’s most private area. You’ve had girlfriends and curious girls from class that had wanted to see how you felt inside them or against their sexes. You had never been this close to a girl as young as Brittany and as you feel the soft flesh press against your body, you can’t get the thought of her cute, little face out of your head no matter how hard you tried.
You remained still, if you did nothing then Brittany might get bored and let you out, then you could try to convince her that you’re not the marriage kind of guy. Waiting, the lips throb with a muggy heat and a musky odder. Sweat begins to run down your body, making your clothes wet and causing you even more discomfort. You don’t know how long you’ve been in Brittany’s panties, probably just a few minutes, but it feels much, much longer. You wait for her fingers to come, but when they do it’s not to pull you out.
“You’re not doing it right!” Brittany’s informs you just as her fingers push against you from the outside, crushing you into her lips. You cry out in pain as her fingertips drive hard into your back and then she starts moving her fingers, grinding your tiny form into her sex. You rub all over her vagina, every part of you touching every square inch of the long slit. You're screaming into her clit seconds before your body is dragged back down until you can feel your legs sinking underneath her into the bottom of her ass crack. You try to do something, scream at her to stop, keep her from rubbing you along her cunt, anything, but every little struggle only makes things worse for you and better for Brittany. You can hear her soft moans from above, the pressure on you increasing as the feelings you give her get better. It’s while you're being rubbed along the bottom that your head accidently gets pushed in by one Brittany’s huge fingers.
“No! No! N….” Your head slides in, the your sweat and the tiny bit of Brittany’s own excitement lubing you up to slip into her hungry twat. You try to pull your head out, but Brittany’s finger remains on the back of your head, no longer moving you along as she is feeling something new and wants to experience more. You cry out into the soft, moist tissue as you feel her pushing you forward, your shoulders slipping in with a hard shove and the rest of you following suit. You thrash around as your fed into Brittany’s young cunt, not the best idea when you're trying to not pleasure a girl, but in your panic you’re hardly thinking strait. Her moans echo around you, the flesh pulsating with how loud her cries get. Her fingers disappear for a second as your waist enters her. You kick wildly as you hang half way inside her, trying to wiggle out. A finger returns, pushing on the soles of you're flailing feet and with one hard shove, you are pushed all the way in to your fiery, snug prison of flesh.
“This is better then any of my dollies!” Brittany panted. She had first started by using her extensive doll collection, popping her cheery with Ken doll. She had always imagined it was you when she did it, but now she knew that the imitation was nothing compared to the real things. Falling back onto her bed, her body writhed around, no thought of your safety as she consummated the marriage.
You were being crushed. Nothing could have compared you for how tight it was going to be. All the girls you had been inside had been older then you or the same age, none of them had just reached puberty. Brittany may have a huge rump, but her pussy was tiny. Quivering, sticky muscles enclose all over you, keeping you from even moving back. Your helpless as the muscles hug you all over, once more; Brittany has overpowered you without even trying.
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