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Dibs: Doll House (Part Three)
🕑 Added 2023-06-05 15:00:02 +0000 UTC“What’s he doing?” says Becky.
“I think he’s trying to get away!” laughs Amy.
“Oh my god, that’s like, so cute!”
The girls giggle down at him together as he starts running again in the direction of the door.
Suddenly Becky’s huge leg stretches out in front of him, blocking his way like a massive wall that towers above his head.
He can’t help but feel viscerally afraid of how enormous the girls are, like a mouse trapped in a room with two cats. Panicking, he looks around for another avenue for escape but no sooner has he spun around than Amy’s hands rush up to greet him.
She grabs his hands between her thumbs and forefingers, holding the tiny pom poms against them, and lifts him by his arms onto Becky’s lap.
Becky claps her hands excitedly. “Okay cutie, give us a little cheer!”
Amy puppets his little body in a series of jumping jacks and little dance moves, forcing his body into various painful positions while playfully chanting.
“Give me a D! Give me an O! Give me an L! Give me an L!”
She looks over at Becky playfully and Becky can’t wait to oblige. “What does that spell?” she giggles.
They both look at him expectantly.
“Come on, cutie!” Becky says, tapping him playfully on the nose.
He refuses to say it.
“I guess little nerd boy can’t spell,” Amy laughs cruelly.
“So we’re just gonna have to teach him then, aren’t we little guy?” Becky giggles, leaning down to nuzzle him with her nose.
“Okay, from the top!” Amy yells gleefully.
“Wait no, it hurts…!”
She leads him through the cheer again, but this time scooching over and lifting him on top of Becky’s breasts, most of which are exposed by her skimpy cheer uniform.
“Give me a D! Give me…”
When she’s done they look at him expectantly again but he still stubbornly refuses to comply.
“Aww, are we gonna have to punish our little dolly?” says Becky. Still being dangled on top of her breasts, he can’t help but watch as she licks her full lips with her huge tongue. Why do they both keep doing that?
Amy giggles, turning his tiny body towards her so he can watch her slowly lick her lips too. “What should we do to him?”
“Just let me go!” he yells, kicking uselessly against the air as he dangles by his hands from Amy’s fingers, his feet gently grazing the tops of Becky’s breasts below him. The girls both just giggle at him.
“You know, like,” Becky says, her warm breath washing over him like an ocean breeze. “I kind of want to like, lick him. Do you think that’s weird?”
Amy shrugs, her eyes full of laughter. “We can do whatever we want to our little dolly.”
She turns him over into Becky’s waiting palm. Becky doesn’t close her hand around him, just lets him scramble backwards until he runs up against her curled up fingers, fenced in as he watches her huge tongue slowly emerge and move towards him.
She easily holds his struggling arms and legs in turn as she slowly drags her tongue all the way from his feet and up along his legs. It lingers on his groin, toying playfully with his penis and, to his horror, easily getting it to flick up to attention for her.
His face burns hot with humiliation as the girls giggle cheerfully at this.
After a while, she continues dragging her tongue up his abdomen until it reaches his face and she continues toying with him, forcing the tip of it into his mouth and then ruffling his hair. When her tongue finally retreats, he’s covered in her spit and gasping for air.
“Oh my god, I’ve gotta try that!” Amy squeals.
“Go ahead! He loved it! Didn’t you cutie?” Becky giggles.
Still catching his breath, all he can manage is a furious grunt which just makes both of them giggle even more.
Becky passes him to Amy and she holds him up to her face, smirking down at him. “You know I like, own you now right?”
He coughs. “What? No you…”
Suddenly Amy pops his whole body into her mouth. “Mmm!” she says, swishing him around like a rag doll in a washing machine, her tongue playing with his various limbs by tossing them back and forth. Her giggling sounds enormous in here, and he feels the vibration of it through her cheeks and tongue which are all around him. He can hear Beckys muffled giggling in the distance too as he snatches the occasional gasp of air.
Finally, Amy lets him fall into the palm of her hand, gasping and drenched in her saliva, and puts him down on the ground again.
“What the fuck…”
“Okay dolly, ready to try your little cheer again?” Amy says.
Trying to yell at the girls, he struggles to cough up some of Amy’s spit and then yells “No!”
The girls just giggle. “I guess he hasn’t learned his lesson!” Becky says. “Let me remind you, cutie…”
She reaches for him, overtly licking her lips, and he cowers. She wiggles her fingers as if choosing a snack from a plate.
“Wait, no! Okay, fine! Fine!”
Becky hesitates for a moment but withdraws her hand. He could swear that she looks slightly disappointed.
Both girls get down on their bellies, propping their chins in their hands to watch and kicking their feet up behind them.
There’s a pause.
