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Tilly Ch. 01

I know I'm blessed, being of multiple ethnicities, I got the goods from each. My name is Tilly and I am a Caucasian, Asian and some Polynesian mix which gave me my large pretty eyes, a cute little nose and a really nice smile. Probably the most unique thing about me is that I am small, I mean tiny. I'm five foot nothing and I don't want to even tell you how much I weigh, because you'll think that I am skinny. Granted, I don't have an ounce of fat on my body, but I'm not skinny. I'm just small.

I have slender shoulders and narrow hips, perfectly proportioned. My beasts might be small on some girls but they are perfect on me. All through high school and into college, my friends would always say things like, "I would die to have your eyes, I would give anything to have your skin, or your figure." Even though I'm in my early twenties, I must admit that I haven't had a whole bunch of sexual experience. First off I am a good girl and very picky. I like nice guys. Only a few have made it as far as my bedroom, but the sex wasn't all that I was hoping. I think because I'm so small they all worried that I might break or something.

I attend the university and I'm a good student, I take it very seriously. I've always been popular but never been into the sorority thing and have never cared for dance clubs or the party scene either. I don't swear at all and have never really been into dirty jokes or even getting involved in tacky gossip. I seem to be more at home studying or hanging out with the serious student types. Since I started college I moved from my parents' home to be closer to the campus.

Its summer break and I was only able to get a part-time job, so when my parents asked me to come stay at their place while they were away, I said, "no problem." You see, my parent's house is one of my favorite places in the world. It's a beautiful home on a large lot, with a pool, cabana and the most incredible gardens that you will ever see. They wind around the backyard with beautiful pathways and little excluded seating areas throughout and there always seems to be something booming.

It was about my third day of being on indoor plant watering and house sitting duty, and I was out by the pool sunbathing. I have a cute little red bikini that has string-ties at the back and neck and traditional bikini bottoms. My dad's pool has the greatest sunbathing furniture, along with the normal tables, chairs, and poolside chaise lounges, he has these flat lounges. They look like all the other outdoor furniture but don't fold, they're just for lying flat to sunbath. I was getting settled in when I saw Mr. Phelps coming into the pool/garden area. He works for daddy and helps him with the gardens. I'm not sure how it all works except that the gentleman who comes to mow the front and side yards, and the "cute pool guy" both work for Mr. Phelps.

Daddy and Mr. Phelps can sit out on the back patio, overlooking the gardens and talk "garden" for hours. Daddy says when it comes to gardens, Mr. Phelps is an artist. He's a quiet man; I don't ever remember having a conversation with him. He's younger than daddy so I'm guessing he is in his early forties. My only impression of him is that he is a tall, lean, quiet man. It's not unusual for him to be here so I really didn't pay him much mind.

I was getting settled in to do some sunbathing. Lying on my tummy, I was struggling to get some of my coconut suntan oil onto the middle of my back when I see a shadow cross over the top of me. Before I could look up to see who it was, a hand comes down in a wordless request for the oil. Without even thinking I place the bottle into the hand and straighten back out on my tummy. It was easier than explaining that "I could handle it but thank you so much Mr. Phelps" and it just seemed to be the right thing to do. After all, I didn't want to be rude to someone offering to be nice.

I could feel him sitting on the edge of the chaise and the first thing he does is to reach up and undo the top string of my suit at my neck. It kind of startled me but I quickly began justifying his actions as simply helpful. Then he undid the tie at my back. Again I was trying to rationalize his actions, not wanting to say anything for fear of sounding immature or childish. My lack of worldly experience left me wondering if it was just me, like I was over reacting or something.

I could hear him pouring some of the coconut oil onto his hands which gave me a sense of comfort. He began by rubbing oil along my neck and across my shoulders; I felt childlike as his hands were so big against my small frame. With a fresh smattering of oil he then ran both hands down the length of my back. His hands were so big, they wrap around the sides of my body while his thumbs still met in the middle of my back. The tips of fingers ran along the outsides of my breasts but I was well planted face down and didn't dare look up.

I was trying my best to act like an adult and presume it all innocent. Then, as he reached my lower back he took his oil coated fingers and ran them down my back and under the top of my bikini bottom spreading oil from one hip across to the other. The tips of his fingers lightly grazed across the top of my little bottom. As quick as I could think whether this was right or not he shifted his position down to my legs.

My head was still swimming trying to understand whether this trusted family friend was creepy or just thorough as he started on my legs. It took me more than a moment to realize that I could really do my own legs but without my top tied I chose to just lay there and let him finish. After all, he could just be being really nice. He took one leg and bent it at the knee raising my foot into the air. With more lotion he rubbed my foot as if giving me foot massage. I have to admit it felt really good.

Then he took one of his fingers and slowly slid it in between each of my toes. From the first toe on, it made my eyes roll back into my head, it was so intense, so intimate. I had to keep my face buried in my arms to stop from letting out a small moan. He finally finished my foot and continued down my calf, rubbing the suntan oil in thoroughly. Once to the knee he softly laid my leg down and began by raising my other foot. I have to say that I was looking forward to the whole foot and toe thing again. When finished, he had laid both my legs back down.

Although I still couldn't see him with my face hiding in my arms folded at my head, I could feel him shift around a bit and add some oil to the back of my thighs. With little effort he encases my whole thigh just above my knee with both hands. His large hands seemed quite able to wrap completely around my leg if he chose to. With one hand on the inside of my thigh and one on the outside he began applying oil. As his hands moved up my thigh, the inside hand was getting uncomfortably high up, and then finally began pressing up against the fabric of my bikini between my legs and came to a stop.

I was frozen, my mind thinking ten different things at once. His other hand was busy applying oil but his inside hand just stayed there, not moving, pressing between my legs. Suddenly, I was distracted by his other hand sliding up under the material of my bikini bottom and applying oil from my hip across my bottom. When that was done, both hands moved away and left me saying to myself, "What in the heck was that?"

After adding some more oil he began on my other leg. Again starting at the knee, he wrapped his large hands around my small thigh and began applying oil upward. When his inside hand reached the top of my leg it pressed against the bikini material between my legs and stopped. This time I was waiting to see if it would happen again or had it been just an innocent faux pas. Maybe because I was anticipating it, it made the whole of my insides jump as tingles shot up from my little girl parts. As he continued to work his outside hand around my thigh, it was his inside hand pressed up between my legs that had my full attention.

I was feeling a little light headed when I began to realize I had raised my bottom just a little bit, just enough to add to the pressure between my legs. Immediately I became horribly embarrassed, I couldn't believe what I had done and what in the world would Mr. Phelps think of me. Just about the time I didn't think I could take much more his outside hand slipped up inside my bikini bottom and rubbed oil across the other side of my bottom sending another shock through my body. And just that quick he stopped, moving his hands away. I was mortified, I'm sure I had a wet spot between my legs and just hoped it wasn't obvious as Mr. Phelps stood and looked down on me.

Afraid and too embarrassed to look up or even show my face, all I could do is listen to his movements. I heard some rustling of clothes when two hands came down on either side of my hips, slid under the outsides of my bikini bottoms and slipped them completely off in one smooth movement. In just that split second I was naked, face down, head spinning and still not quite sure what was happening. Then Mr. Phelps stepped over me, straddling my tanning bed, reaching down and with very little effort lifted my bottom up drawing me up on my knees. My face was still buried in my arms down below.

I couldn't imagine what I looked like with my bottom stuck up in the air but then he pressed his penis up against me and all thoughts left my head. He held my bottom in between his two hands and started to enter me. I told you I'm small and I'm not a virgin but I was not prepared for this. The head of his penis stretched me fully just to enter. It totally took my breath away. As he pressed a little harder, the head of his manhood jumped forward as it found its way in, I orgasmed. I knew right then that I had never had an orgasm before because I had never felt anything like this. As he continued moving inward, I was having a hard time even breathing. Each inch kept taking my breath away. As his penis head moved passed my sensitive spot, I orgasmed again.

On his second stroke I found out that he hadn't even come close to entering me fully on his first stroke. This time he reached the end of me and was touching me in places where I had never been touched before, that I didn't know even existed. His long, slow strokes into my tiny frame took me over the edge. With my little bottom held up by the hips, Mr. Phelps maneuvered me up which arched my back a bit more, to where he could enter me fully straight down just by bending his knees. Then he sped up. It was a title wave of sensation.

I not only couldn't come close to counting how many times I climaxed, I'm not even sure I stayed conscious the whole time. At some point he slowed down and came to a stop. I just laid there, gasping for breath with my bottom up in the air. My body was quivering and my mind was still watching the firework show.

Mr. Phelps continued to stand over me with a leg on each side of my chaise lounge when I felt more of my suntan oil being poured on my bottom. If I had had my wits about me, I probably could figure what was coming next. But it wasn't until he once again took control of my hips and l felt his penis pressed against my rectum before I figured it out. I had never had anyone ever touch me down there before. I had no reference of what to expect.

With him pressed up against me, he started moving my bottom around by my hips. The feeling was quite exotic. As he moved me around I could slowly start to feel more and more of his penis pushing on my rectum. He was taking his time. It was starting to create all sorts of new feelings. Then all of a sudden, the head of his penis slipped inside me. As my little girl parts exploded with sensation I let out a deep guttural, animalistic groan. I couldn't believe that I it had come from me but it expressed the experience perfectly.

He just held his penis there for a while. I had no idea how erotic this would be. As he started to press forward a little bit at a time I found myself lightheaded and dizzy, having hot flashes and goosebumps all at the same time. My forehead was perspiring, my skin tingling, my eyes closed tight, my mouth open wide and my back arched to receive more. Finally he came to a stop fully embedded in me. I thought the more spectacular part was over until he started to pull out and it started all over again. After several more strokes and a bit more oil he started to pick up speed and then a whole new erotic sensation stuck me.

Rather than bending down to enter me with each stroke, he now was just lifting my tiny bottom up his shaft. My knees were coming off the tanning bed as he just stood there lifting me up and down to satisfy his penis. As if having him over filling my bottom with his very large penis wasn't enough, I was now orgasming over being used in such an overt way. He was servicing himself with my body, my bottom to be precise. I was completely powerless.

He was now lifting and lowering me quickly and fully onto his penis as I was rolling through orgasm after orgasm. Then, with number of quick pulls as far up his penis as possible I felt him ejaculate deep in my bowels. I was breathless and barely conscious. As he released my hips, I slowly slumped back onto the tanning bed. I was exhausted and just laid there trying to catch my breath. When I finally gained the strength and awareness to lift up and look around, I was alone. It was a sunny day, the pool and gardens were beautiful, and I had just had the most intense sexual experience I could have ever imagined . . . and not a word had been spoken between us.I know I'm blessed, being of multiple ethnicities, I got the goods from each. My name is Tilly and I am a Caucasian, Asian and some Polynesian mix which gave me my large pretty eyes, a cute little nose and a really nice smile. Probably the most unique thing about me is that I am small, I mean tiny. I'm five foot nothing and I don't want to even tell you how much I weigh, because you'll think that I am skinny. Granted, I don't have an ounce of fat on my body, but I'm not skinny. I'm just small.

I have slender shoulders and narrow hips, perfectly proportioned. My beasts might be small on some girls but they are perfect on me. All through high school and into college, my friends would always say things like, "I would die to have your eyes, I would give anything to have your skin, or your figure." Even though I'm in my early twenties, I must admit that I haven't had a whole bunch of sexual experience. First off I am a good girl and very picky. I like nice guys. Only a few have made it as far as my bedroom, but the sex wasn't all that I was hoping. I think because I'm so small they all worried that I might break or something.

I attend the university and I'm a good student, I take it very seriously. I've always been popular but never been into the sorority thing and have never cared for dance clubs or the party scene either. I don't swear at all and have never really been into dirty jokes or even getting involved in tacky gossip. I seem to be more at home studying or hanging out with the serious student types. Since I started college I moved from my parents' home to be closer to the campus.

Its summer break and I was only able to get a part-time job, so when my parents asked me to come stay at their place while they were away, I said, "no problem." You see, my parent's house is one of my favorite places in the world. It's a beautiful home on a large lot, with a pool, cabana and the most incredible gardens that you will ever see. They wind around the backyard with beautiful pathways and little excluded seating areas throughout and there always seems to be something booming.

It was about my third day of being on indoor plant watering and house sitting duty, and I was out by the pool sunbathing. I have a cute little red bikini that has string-ties at the back and neck and traditional bikini bottoms. My dad's pool has the greatest sunbathing furniture, along with the normal tables, chairs, and poolside chaise lounges, he has these flat lounges. They look like all the other outdoor furniture but don't fold, they're just for lying flat to sunbath. I was getting settled in when I saw Mr. Phelps coming into the pool/garden area. He works for daddy and helps him with the gardens. I'm not sure how it all works except that the gentleman who comes to mow the front and side yards, and the "cute pool guy" both work for Mr. Phelps.

Daddy and Mr. Phelps can sit out on the back patio, overlooking the gardens and talk "garden" for hours. Daddy says when it comes to gardens, Mr. Phelps is an artist. He's a quiet man; I don't ever remember having a conversation with him. He's younger than daddy so I'm guessing he is in his early forties. My only impression of him is that he is a tall, lean, quiet man. It's not unusual for him to be here so I really didn't pay him much mind.

I was getting settled in to do some sunbathing. Lying on my tummy, I was struggling to get some of my coconut suntan oil onto the middle of my back when I see a shadow cross over the top of me. Before I could look up to see who it was, a hand comes down in a wordless request for the oil. Without even thinking I place the bottle into the hand and straighten back out on my tummy. It was easier than explaining that "I could handle it but thank you so much Mr. Phelps" and it just seemed to be the right thing to do. After all, I didn't want to be rude to someone offering to be nice.

I could feel him sitting on the edge of the chaise and the first thing he does is to reach up and undo the top string of my suit at my neck. It kind of startled me but I quickly began justifying his actions as simply helpful. Then he undid the tie at my back. Again I was trying to rationalize his actions, not wanting to say anything for fear of sounding immature or childish. My lack of worldly experience left me wondering if it was just me, like I was over reacting or something.

I could hear him pouring some of the coconut oil onto his hands which gave me a sense of comfort. He began by rubbing oil along my neck and across my shoulders; I felt childlike as his hands were so big against my small frame. With a fresh smattering of oil he then ran both hands down the length of my back. His hands were so big, they wrap around the sides of my body while his thumbs still met in the middle of my back. The tips of fingers ran along the outsides of my breasts but I was well planted face down and didn't dare look up.

I was trying my best to act like an adult and presume it all innocent. Then, as he reached my lower back he took his oil coated fingers and ran them down my back and under the top of my bikini bottom spreading oil from one hip across to the other. The tips of his fingers lightly grazed across the top of my little bottom. As quick as I could think whether this was right or not he shifted his position down to my legs.

My head was still swimming trying to understand whether this trusted family friend was creepy or just thorough as he started on my legs. It took me more than a moment to realize that I could really do my own legs but without my top tied I chose to just lay there and let him finish. After all, he could just be being really nice. He took one leg and bent it at the knee raising my foot into the air. With more lotion he rubbed my foot as if giving me foot massage. I have to admit it felt really good.

Then he took one of his fingers and slowly slid it in between each of my toes. From the first toe on, it made my eyes roll back into my head, it was so intense, so intimate. I had to keep my face buried in my arms to stop from letting out a small moan. He finally finished my foot and continued down my calf, rubbing the suntan oil in thoroughly. Once to the knee he softly laid my leg down and began by raising my other foot. I have to say that I was looking forward to the whole foot and toe thing again. When finished, he had laid both my legs back down.

Although I still couldn't see him with my face hiding in my arms folded at my head, I could feel him shift around a bit and add some oil to the back of my thighs. With little effort he encases my whole thigh just above my knee with both hands. His large hands seemed quite able to wrap completely around my leg if he chose to. With one hand on the inside of my thigh and one on the outside he began applying oil. As his hands moved up my thigh, the inside hand was getting uncomfortably high up, and then finally began pressing up against the fabric of my bikini between my legs and came to a stop.

I was frozen, my mind thinking ten different things at once. His other hand was busy applying oil but his inside hand just stayed there, not moving, pressing between my legs. Suddenly, I was distracted by his other hand sliding up under the material of my bikini bottom and applying oil from my hip across my bottom. When that was done, both hands moved away and left me saying to myself, "What in the heck was that?"

After adding some more oil he began on my other leg. Again starting at the knee, he wrapped his large hands around my small thigh and began applying oil upward. When his inside hand reached the top of my leg it pressed against the bikini material between my legs and stopped. This time I was waiting to see if it would happen again or had it been just an innocent faux pas. Maybe because I was anticipating it, it made the whole of my insides jump as tingles shot up from my little girl parts. As he continued to work his outside hand around my thigh, it was his inside hand pressed up between my legs that had my full attention.

I was feeling a little light headed when I began to realize I had raised my bottom just a little bit, just enough to add to the pressure between my legs. Immediately I became horribly embarrassed, I couldn't believe what I had done and what in the world would Mr. Phelps think of me. Just about the time I didn't think I could take much more his outside hand slipped up inside my bikini bottom and rubbed oil across the other side of my bottom sending another shock through my body. And just that quick he stopped, moving his hands away. I was mortified, I'm sure I had a wet spot between my legs and just hoped it wasn't obvious as Mr. Phelps stood and looked down on me.

Afraid and too embarrassed to look up or even show my face, all I could do is listen to his movements. I heard some rustling of clothes when two hands came down on either side of my hips, slid under the outsides of my bikini bottoms and slipped them completely off in one smooth movement. In just that split second I was naked, face down, head spinning and still not quite sure what was happening. Then Mr. Phelps stepped over me, straddling my tanning bed, reaching down and with very little effort lifted my bottom up drawing me up on my knees. My face was still buried in my arms down below.

I couldn't imagine what I looked like with my bottom stuck up in the air but then he pressed his penis up against me and all thoughts left my head. He held my bottom in between his two hands and started to enter me. I told you I'm small and I'm not a virgin but I was not prepared for this. The head of his penis stretched me fully just to enter. It totally took my breath away. As he pressed a little harder, the head of his manhood jumped forward as it found its way in, I orgasmed. I knew right then that I had never had an orgasm before because I had never felt anything like this. As he continued moving inward, I was having a hard time even breathing. Each inch kept taking my breath away. As his penis head moved passed my sensitive spot, I orgasmed again.

On his second stroke I found out that he hadn't even come close to entering me fully on his first stroke. This time he reached the end of me and was touching me in places where I had never been touched before, that I didn't know even existed. His long, slow strokes into my tiny frame took me over the edge. With my little bottom held up by the hips, Mr. Phelps maneuvered me up which arched my back a bit more, to where he could enter me fully straight down just by bending his knees. Then he sped up. It was a title wave of sensation.

I not only couldn't come close to counting how many times I climaxed, I'm not even sure I stayed conscious the whole time. At some point he slowed down and came to a stop. I just laid there, gasping for breath with my bottom up in the air. My body was quivering and my mind was still watching the firework show.

Mr. Phelps continued to stand over me with a leg on each side of my chaise lounge when I felt more of my suntan oil being poured on my bottom. If I had had my wits about me, I probably could figure what was coming next. But it wasn't until he once again took control of my hips and l felt his penis pressed against my rectum before I figured it out. I had never had anyone ever touch me down there before. I had no reference of what to expect.

With him pressed up against me, he started moving my bottom around by my hips. The feeling was quite exotic. As he moved me around I could slowly start to feel more and more of his penis pushing on my rectum. He was taking his time. It was starting to create all sorts of new feelings. Then all of a sudden, the head of his penis slipped inside me. As my little girl parts exploded with sensation I let out a deep guttural, animalistic groan. I couldn't believe that I it had come from me but it expressed the experience perfectly.

He just held his penis there for a while. I had no idea how erotic this would be. As he started to press forward a little bit at a time I found myself lightheaded and dizzy, having hot flashes and goosebumps all at the same time. My forehead was perspiring, my skin tingling, my eyes closed tight, my mouth open wide and my back arched to receive more. Finally he came to a stop fully embedded in me. I thought the more spectacular part was over until he started to pull out and it started all over again. After several more strokes and a bit more oil he started to pick up speed and then a whole new erotic sensation stuck me.

Rather than bending down to enter me with each stroke, he now was just lifting my tiny bottom up his shaft. My knees were coming off the tanning bed as he just stood there lifting me up and down to satisfy his penis. As if having him over filling my bottom with his very large penis wasn't enough, I was now orgasming over being used in such an overt way. He was servicing himself with my body, my bottom to be precise. I was completely powerless.

He was now lifting and lowering me quickly and fully onto his penis as I was rolling through orgasm after orgasm. Then, with number of quick pulls as far up his penis as possible I felt him ejaculate deep in my bowels. I was breathless and barely conscious. As he released my hips, I slowly slumped back onto the tanning bed. I was exhausted and just laid there trying to catch my breath. When I finally gained the strength and awareness to lift up and look around, I was alone. It was a sunny day, the pool and gardens were beautiful, and I had just had the most intense sexual experience I could have ever imagined . . . and not a word had been spoken between us.

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Apr 17, 2018 in anal

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