Fair's Fair
My name is Jill Tiny
chapter 10
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copier
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bask25456
"If you can keep breathing, you can keep going!" The girl said definitively as Jill screamed against her nipple. The vibration of that alone was pleasant, but she wanted more. She looked over at her friend, still playing with Tyler, whose muffled yells were increasing in volume, but who was totally helpless as she continued to play with his manhood. She returned her attention to Jill, and decided to shut her up. She moved forward and mashed her breast repeatedly against the wall, smashing Jill's body again and again with her huge breast flesh until she shut up, and then made her proposition:
"Tell you what, little woman. Jennie's going to be awhile yet with your little boyfriend. You don't mind do you?" As Jill starts yelling again, she smiles: "Well, you shouldn't. Jennie is quite good at making it stretch (she’s had practice), and of course we're both so much more of a woman than you are." To emphasize her point, she mashes he breast so far forward that Jill’s entire torso is covered. She goes on: "Now, if you satisfy me while Jennie works, I will definitely get out that nail polish remover.." She steps back a little so only her now-hard nipple, stuck to Jill, covers Jill's head. As Jill starts to suck once more, she has an idea:
"Oh! I Know! I'll even sweeten the deal! I'm not really into girls, and you're not either, but I guess Tinies don’t really count, do they??" She wets a finger and starts rubbing it along Jill’s body, idly circling her breasts. Jill, meanwhile, trapped in complete darkness with nothing but this cheerleader's nipple for company, decides she has no choice, and goes back to sucking, using every trick she knows to satisfy her giant tormentor. It works, as the cheerleader grows harder and harder, so hard that it actually starts to hurt Jill. By that time, however, the girl’s rubbing has started to send tingles through Jill’s body. The initial shock of her cold, slimy finger had caused Jill to stop and cry out, but now her nipples begin to harden rapidly, almost as much as this cheerleader’s.
Jennie comes up for air for a moment, leaving Tyler in torture as she strings him along, not quite letting him orgasm. She spies her friend, breast bared to the wall and finger stroking her Tiny’s breasts:
“Hey Chrissie, I didn’t know you liked girl.” Chrissie turns a little, a smirk on her face:
“Like I was telling my little woman here,” she pauses, and gives Jill’s breasts an expertly timed THWAP, to liven her up, “their tinies, so they don’t really count. Besides, she’s so much better when I’m making her horny.” Tyler, hearing this, increases the level of his screaming, audible even through glued-shut lips. Jennie ruffles his hair (not on his head) absentmindedly:
“Don’t worry little boy, Chrissie’s taking care of your little girlfriend, and I’ll be back on you in a moment.” She grabs Jennie’s attention and gives her crotch a meaningful rub:
“Will you…?” She asks with a wicked suggestion in her voice and a nod towards the seemingly headless Jill. Chrissie stops and gives it serious thought, than shakes her head:
“Nah. This feels great and all, but I don’t really think her efforts really deserve it.” She returns her attention to Jill:
“Now little girl, let’s have some more effort out of you.”
Five minutes later…
“Chrissie? He’s spent.”
“So’s she, although not in the same way.” Jill is totally exhausted, face totally sore and body feeling ravaged with unspent sexual tension. Her breasts are really sore, as Chrissie had THWAPPED her quite a few times in order to add some spice to her experience. She closes her eyes, and prays that Chrissie will honor her deal. Fortunately for her, Chrissie always keeps her promises:
“Jennie? You do the little boy, I’ll do mine.” She says, holding up her nail polish remover. Jennie pouts, looking doubtfully at Tyler, who’s sweat soaked body hangs limply from his superglue case:
“You sure? They look so cute like this.” Chrissie rolls her eyes:
“C’mon Jennie, fairs fair. Besides, I promised.” Jennie complies reluctantly, and soon both Tyler and Jill are lying on Chrissie’s palm, positively reeking of the nail-polish remover that is all over their bodies (although Chrissie had prudently covered both their faces with a piece of tissue). They are limp and unmoving, lying in their birthday suits next to one another, legs hanging over Chrissie’s palm. Jennie leans over and looks at them for a moment, crinkling her nose at the smell. Looking down as she is, she suddenly spots something on the ground:
“Hey, look!” There’s a 20 dollar bill lying on the ground, stuck to the wall by some excess superglue drippings. Chrissie beams at Jennie as she leans over and picks it up:
“See Jennie? Always keep your promises. It’s good karma.” She frowns down at the two Tinies in her hand. They had initially struggled while the glue was being loosened, but now they were limp and motionless- almost comatose. She is distracted by Jennie, reaching down to stroke Tyler one last time:
“He is pretty cute, and big for someone his size.” Jennie muses.
“What do you want to do with him? Want to keep him?” Jennie thinks for a moment:
“No, not really. I mean, it was fun, doing someone his size, but now that I’ve done it, I think I prefer a much bigger kind of man.”
“Okay then. Well, how about this. We both saw them and the 20 at the same time. Why don’t you keep the 20, and I’ll keep these two?”
“Okay.” Jennie nods and pockets the twenty:
“What are you going to do with them?”
“Not sure.”
“Okay. Well, I’ll see you at practice. You should hurry.” Jennie walks off, skirt swishing idly as she steps. Chrissie considered the pair in her hand for one moment, then heads off after Jennie. Looking at them again, she’s concerned with their lack of movement. On impulse, she stops at a fountain and washes them off, water dripping from her hand back into the bowl. This gets a reaction, as the two start to twitch feebly, with the nail polish remover gone and being covered in cold water. Chrissie nods happily and practically skips to the locker room. She stops before going in, as the two in her hand begin to struggle more and more, although still quite week. After giving it several moment thought, Chrissie…
"Tell you what, little woman. Jennie's going to be awhile yet with your little boyfriend. You don't mind do you?" As Jill starts yelling again, she smiles: "Well, you shouldn't. Jennie is quite good at making it stretch (she’s had practice), and of course we're both so much more of a woman than you are." To emphasize her point, she mashes he breast so far forward that Jill’s entire torso is covered. She goes on: "Now, if you satisfy me while Jennie works, I will definitely get out that nail polish remover.." She steps back a little so only her now-hard nipple, stuck to Jill, covers Jill's head. As Jill starts to suck once more, she has an idea:
"Oh! I Know! I'll even sweeten the deal! I'm not really into girls, and you're not either, but I guess Tinies don’t really count, do they??" She wets a finger and starts rubbing it along Jill’s body, idly circling her breasts. Jill, meanwhile, trapped in complete darkness with nothing but this cheerleader's nipple for company, decides she has no choice, and goes back to sucking, using every trick she knows to satisfy her giant tormentor. It works, as the cheerleader grows harder and harder, so hard that it actually starts to hurt Jill. By that time, however, the girl’s rubbing has started to send tingles through Jill’s body. The initial shock of her cold, slimy finger had caused Jill to stop and cry out, but now her nipples begin to harden rapidly, almost as much as this cheerleader’s.
Jennie comes up for air for a moment, leaving Tyler in torture as she strings him along, not quite letting him orgasm. She spies her friend, breast bared to the wall and finger stroking her Tiny’s breasts:
“Hey Chrissie, I didn’t know you liked girl.” Chrissie turns a little, a smirk on her face:
“Like I was telling my little woman here,” she pauses, and gives Jill’s breasts an expertly timed THWAP, to liven her up, “their tinies, so they don’t really count. Besides, she’s so much better when I’m making her horny.” Tyler, hearing this, increases the level of his screaming, audible even through glued-shut lips. Jennie ruffles his hair (not on his head) absentmindedly:
“Don’t worry little boy, Chrissie’s taking care of your little girlfriend, and I’ll be back on you in a moment.” She grabs Jennie’s attention and gives her crotch a meaningful rub:
“Will you…?” She asks with a wicked suggestion in her voice and a nod towards the seemingly headless Jill. Chrissie stops and gives it serious thought, than shakes her head:
“Nah. This feels great and all, but I don’t really think her efforts really deserve it.” She returns her attention to Jill:
“Now little girl, let’s have some more effort out of you.”
Five minutes later…
“Chrissie? He’s spent.”
“So’s she, although not in the same way.” Jill is totally exhausted, face totally sore and body feeling ravaged with unspent sexual tension. Her breasts are really sore, as Chrissie had THWAPPED her quite a few times in order to add some spice to her experience. She closes her eyes, and prays that Chrissie will honor her deal. Fortunately for her, Chrissie always keeps her promises:
“Jennie? You do the little boy, I’ll do mine.” She says, holding up her nail polish remover. Jennie pouts, looking doubtfully at Tyler, who’s sweat soaked body hangs limply from his superglue case:
“You sure? They look so cute like this.” Chrissie rolls her eyes:
“C’mon Jennie, fairs fair. Besides, I promised.” Jennie complies reluctantly, and soon both Tyler and Jill are lying on Chrissie’s palm, positively reeking of the nail-polish remover that is all over their bodies (although Chrissie had prudently covered both their faces with a piece of tissue). They are limp and unmoving, lying in their birthday suits next to one another, legs hanging over Chrissie’s palm. Jennie leans over and looks at them for a moment, crinkling her nose at the smell. Looking down as she is, she suddenly spots something on the ground:
“Hey, look!” There’s a 20 dollar bill lying on the ground, stuck to the wall by some excess superglue drippings. Chrissie beams at Jennie as she leans over and picks it up:
“See Jennie? Always keep your promises. It’s good karma.” She frowns down at the two Tinies in her hand. They had initially struggled while the glue was being loosened, but now they were limp and motionless- almost comatose. She is distracted by Jennie, reaching down to stroke Tyler one last time:
“He is pretty cute, and big for someone his size.” Jennie muses.
“What do you want to do with him? Want to keep him?” Jennie thinks for a moment:
“No, not really. I mean, it was fun, doing someone his size, but now that I’ve done it, I think I prefer a much bigger kind of man.”
“Okay then. Well, how about this. We both saw them and the 20 at the same time. Why don’t you keep the 20, and I’ll keep these two?”
“Okay.” Jennie nods and pockets the twenty:
“What are you going to do with them?”
“Not sure.”
“Okay. Well, I’ll see you at practice. You should hurry.” Jennie walks off, skirt swishing idly as she steps. Chrissie considered the pair in her hand for one moment, then heads off after Jennie. Looking at them again, she’s concerned with their lack of movement. On impulse, she stops at a fountain and washes them off, water dripping from her hand back into the bowl. This gets a reaction, as the two start to twitch feebly, with the nail polish remover gone and being covered in cold water. Chrissie nods happily and practically skips to the locker room. She stops before going in, as the two in her hand begin to struggle more and more, although still quite week. After giving it several moment thought, Chrissie…
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