Marcy's curiosity
My name is Jill Tiny
chapter 8
by
copier
· original author:
bluequill3
While Marcys finger was stroking Jills face, it slipped across her bare left shoulder and over her breast. Even through the napkin, Jill was certain that Marcy felt her nipple as her finger pad slid over it. This fear was confirmed when the finger returned and nudged her breast curiously.
These things are called boobies, right? Marcy asked her.
Yes Jill answered. They are also called breasts. Trying to change the subject, she asked, so, what was the name of the boy you think likes you?
Ill get my own boobies some day too, right? Marcy persisted.
Her finger nudged Jills breast again, stroking the nipple through the paper napkin.
Yes, yes, youll get your very own breasts someday, Marcy, Jill stammered. She had reached out and grabbed the finger, trying to push it away.
I hope they are as nice as yours.
Marcys middle finger joined her index finger on Jills other breast.
M-macry, thats enough, okay. Please dont touch me there.
Why not? Do girls not like having their boobies touched?
Not usually, no.
Marcy pushed herself off the wall and sat cross-legged next to it. Jill thought she had stopped, but her fingers quickly returned and began rubbing Jills breasts yet again. She stared down at tiny Jill with curiosity in her eyes and a pouting expression on her small lips.
I wish I had my own boobies now. I dont want to wait. She ripped the napkin down the middle over Jills chest to expose her breasts.
Marcy, I thought we were playing dress-up! Jill called frantically. Her futile attempts to push the fingers off her breasts intensified.
We can play dress up later. Now I want to feel your breasts.
But I dont want you to feel them. Stop it Marcy!
But Jill shuddered with involuntary pleasure as the girls finger pads slid across her now bare nipples. Kims fondling at been rough and intrusive, especially for a girl, but Marcys fingers were gentle as they caressed her breasts. She didnt want to, and was disgusted by it, but Jill was being turned on by the ten-year-olds molesting. Her nipples were growing hard, and the girl noticed.
Your nipples are getting all stiff! Whats happening? the girl asked in surprised delight.
Marcyplease stop Jill gasped between spasms of pleasure. She was getting aroused, and she felt the disgusting desire for the girl to touch her between her legs. She couldnt help looking into that face as Marcy fondled her breasts and notice how pretty it was. She moaned and rolled her head back, bare shoulders heaving as the two giant fingers rubbed her chest.
But why should I stop? You like it? Marcy asked, genuinely confused.
The napkin had slipped off Jills body and fallen to the carpet by this time, unnoticed by either girl.
These things are called boobies, right? Marcy asked her.
Yes Jill answered. They are also called breasts. Trying to change the subject, she asked, so, what was the name of the boy you think likes you?
Ill get my own boobies some day too, right? Marcy persisted.
Her finger nudged Jills breast again, stroking the nipple through the paper napkin.
Yes, yes, youll get your very own breasts someday, Marcy, Jill stammered. She had reached out and grabbed the finger, trying to push it away.
I hope they are as nice as yours.
Marcys middle finger joined her index finger on Jills other breast.
M-macry, thats enough, okay. Please dont touch me there.
Why not? Do girls not like having their boobies touched?
Not usually, no.
Marcy pushed herself off the wall and sat cross-legged next to it. Jill thought she had stopped, but her fingers quickly returned and began rubbing Jills breasts yet again. She stared down at tiny Jill with curiosity in her eyes and a pouting expression on her small lips.
I wish I had my own boobies now. I dont want to wait. She ripped the napkin down the middle over Jills chest to expose her breasts.
Marcy, I thought we were playing dress-up! Jill called frantically. Her futile attempts to push the fingers off her breasts intensified.
We can play dress up later. Now I want to feel your breasts.
But I dont want you to feel them. Stop it Marcy!
But Jill shuddered with involuntary pleasure as the girls finger pads slid across her now bare nipples. Kims fondling at been rough and intrusive, especially for a girl, but Marcys fingers were gentle as they caressed her breasts. She didnt want to, and was disgusted by it, but Jill was being turned on by the ten-year-olds molesting. Her nipples were growing hard, and the girl noticed.
Your nipples are getting all stiff! Whats happening? the girl asked in surprised delight.
Marcyplease stop Jill gasped between spasms of pleasure. She was getting aroused, and she felt the disgusting desire for the girl to touch her between her legs. She couldnt help looking into that face as Marcy fondled her breasts and notice how pretty it was. She moaned and rolled her head back, bare shoulders heaving as the two giant fingers rubbed her chest.
But why should I stop? You like it? Marcy asked, genuinely confused.
The napkin had slipped off Jills body and fallen to the carpet by this time, unnoticed by either girl.
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