Little People, Big Predicament

 

By

Donna M.

 

 

My life has certainly been better since all the “little people” shows began playing on television.  I’m Drew Newkirk, and my wife Delilah and I are little people.  Once oddities and to some folks freaks, now we’re perversely popular and I still wasn’t sure if it really was an improvement.  Let’s face it, no one wishes to be a curiosity even if it’s not in any way mean-spirited.  Regardless of the newfound interest my wife and I are still different.

Short of finding someone to make a TV show about us, we discovered a way to make our difference bear fruit.  We’re naturists and spend about nine months of each year at a resort on Florida’s Gulf Coast.

Being naturists (or as some people say, nudists) removes some of the little people curiosity the same way it does for sex organ curiosity.  At a naturist beach or resort everything is out there for all to see.  There are no secrets.  Our ‘secrets’ when clothed are actually assets.  For one thing, Delilah is a babe.  One look at her round ass and meaty thighs (among other things) can set any man’s fantasies afire.  For another, I may be small of stature, but something I have isn’t small, and that can set women afire too.

This year as we moved into our bungalow in the resort I noted an increase of younger families with kids, which I viewed as a good development not only for naturism but for us little people as well.  Out in the world, adults might stare and whisper comments to each other when they see us.  Kids on the other hand will say the darnedest things and don’t mean them maliciously when they do.  I once had a five year old boy ask me if I’d met Snow White yet.

Here in the naturist resort however, the things kids said were connected to the genitalia they now openly saw.  Since their parents were teaching them the natural beauty and variety of the naked human form Delilah and I never rebuffed any of them.

Today on day two of our stay we ran into one such group of children on a walk to the beach.  The gaggle was three boys and two girls between the ages of seven and ten, along with an older teen girl and supervised by two women who turned out to be mothers of a couple of them.  The kids stared in wonder at us as one of the moms approached.

“Come on now, kids.  You know it’s not polite to stare, especially here.  You don’t like it when people stare at you, do you?”

A couple of “No, Mrs. Emery” replies came from the two youngest girls.  She introduced herself as Cassie before introducing the other adult as Judy Beach, and two of the boys as her sons Mike and Tucker.  Cassie had a nice figure for being a mom but it was the other woman who was the knockout.  Blond Judy looked older than Cassie but you couldn’t tell by her body, which was tight, tanned and well-proportioned, especially her firm C-cup breasts that at first blush didn’t appear augmented.  The older girl I presumed to be a teen was Sophia Beach, a petite version of her mother.

The girls were staring at my package and so my wife tried to break it up by commenting on Judy’s name.  “Beach is an interesting name to have as we stand on a beach.”

Judy laughed, “Yeah, I get kidded a lot about it here.  Sophie does too.”

Delilah saw the girl looking at her sidelong so she said, “You’ve been here for a while, huh? You’ve got a great tan, Sophia.  I need to work on mine I’m so pasty white.”

Sophia said, barely above a whisper, “You have a nice shape…Delilah.”

My wife chuckled and winked at the younger children while saying, “My body is probably okay for a little person like myself, but It’s no match for yours, your mother’s or Cassie over there, and thank you for saying it.”

One of the boys (Tucker?) picked that moment to state the obvious.  “Your breasts aren’t little.”  It wasn’t surprising that the little guy had a woody.

His mom chastised him again for staring but not the comment.  It was her way of separating nudity from sex as any naturist parent knew they had to do.  And so it was no surprise when one of the younger girls (Lynn?) stated the obvious as well, “You have a very large penis, Mister, so that means you can’t be one of the little people.”

I laughed and assured the women that I didn’t mind any of the comments.  “I am endowed, I know, but that’s the special part of being a naturist,” I said, “Nothing is hidden, nothing is secret when it comes to our bodies, and all reactions like Tucker’s are as natural as our bodies.”

Tucker blushed as the girls finally noticed what I referred to.

The other young girl said, “I like looking at big penises.  When I see one I get all tingly inside.  Why is that?”

Cassie and Judy chuckled at that one.  Judy said, “Okay, Becka, maybe that’s too much to be sharing but basically that’s what is important about being naturists, understanding our bodies and not hiding behind clothes like the rest of the world does.  Your reaction is quite normal.”

Since Becka wasn’t Judy’s or Cassie’s child, Delilah took the opportunity to get involved, otherwise it would’ve been a parental topic.  She took the two young girls aside. “You’re right Becka.  I get tingly too,” she said with a conspirator’s wink.  “You are way too young for sex but that doesn’t mean your body isn’t ready to want it and that’s what the tingling is all about.  Please don’t be afraid of those feelings but keep in mind that for a lot of important reasons you are too young and shouldn’t act on them.”

“But when I get those feelings from looking at a boy… or a man… I want to touch myself.  Is that something bad?”

“I bet it feels good when you touch yourself,” I overheard Delilah saying with a wink.  Both girls nodded vigorously.  Delilah whispered something to them that I didn’t hear, though I knew I’d find out later.

Since the matter arose (bad pun!) from Tucker’s erection, I became aware of the furtive glances both Sophia and her mom were giving me, especially focused below the waist.  Since both were babes of the first order I couldn’t help glancing back at them as the inevitable happened.

Unlike Tucker’s boner, everyone there immediately noticed mine.

Sophia’s reaction was unmistakable to me and that was something her mother also noticed, although Judy herself was assessing the possibilities of what my tool could do.  Cassie looked as if she had her own thoughts on the subject but was too focused on her sons and their little erections (as well as how they looked at Becka following her overheard “touch myself” confession).

Young Lynn exclaimed, “See, you’re not a little person...”

That solicited more laughter before my wife said, “Yes, in that category he is a big man.”  The older women both nodded, acknowledging the truth to Delilah’s statement.

After we said our goodbyes Delilah and I walked to the water and waded in.  She turned to me and with a wry smile said, “I don’t blame you if you go after Judy Beach, but you touch Sophia and I’ll kill you.”

“Yes, my dear.”

 

Later that day we met up with old friends Pete and Preston, a gay couple not yet married who were about our age.  Accustomed to anti-gay bias as they were, they treated us well and didn’t play politically correct games around us.  At one time or another, the men demonstrated lust for my dick but weren’t crass enough to make a play they knew I wouldn’t go for.  We were at their cottage sipping wine around a fire pit and enjoying the easy companionship.

“Hey Drew,” Preston said, “I saw you earlier talking to Judy Beach.  You gonna score with that?”

Delilah answered for me, “If he does I’ll make sure I jump Ricky Saul’s bones.”

Pete laughed, “One bone in particular, I’d guess.  That’s a bone I wish I could spin on.”

“I’ll ignore that one basically because you’d never have an iceberg’s chance in hell of scoring the hunk,” Preston countered good-naturedly.  Rick Saul was well known in the resort for having the longest dick, making sure everyone noticed as he walked among them, much to the consternation of his mousy wife.

“So, if it isn’t Mrs. Beach then what about the daughter?  She’s shaping up nicely, even to a man of my persuasion,” Pete added to the conversation.

Delilah pondered that for a moment before saying to me, “Even though she couldn’t take her eyes off that pole of yours for a while, did you get the impression that she looked at me and Cassie differently, like she leaned more to women?”

“My kind of woman,” Preston joked.

I actually had noticed those nuances in the teen’s body language but perhaps because of her budding beauty I refused to accept the possibility.   “And you liked that attention, didn’t you sweetheart?”

“Of course, what bi woman wouldn’t want a nubile beauty like that in her bed?”

I said, “So if I seduce Sophia you’ll kill me but if you do it’s okay?”

“You should know by now that women make the rules around here.”

Preston and Pete groaned in protest right along with me.

 

One day walking alone along the beach I ran into Cassie Emery emerging from the water.  Thinking back to the other day when we first met I realized that I’d shortchanged her somewhat.  The physical comparison with her friend Judy was unfair since she was hot in her own right.  Probably from the colder water her puckered nipples were eminently prominent.  I also noticed she’d newly shaved or waxed her pubic region and looked perfectly delicious down there.

“Hi there Cassie,” I said lamely, “How’s the water?”

“Colder than usual, but you can already tell that,” she said with a chuckle while tweaking a taut nipple.  I’m sure I blushed, but that wasn’t my only natural reaction.  She then said, “You might want to go swimming too, although the cold water will have the opposite effect on you.”

I acknowledged her humor with a grin.  Sure, I’d stiffened up to the view of her but I didn’t want to let this opportunity go by.  “A swim sounds like a great idea but only if you join me.”

She made a joke about snakes in the water but agreed to go back in.  As with many aspects of my diminutive height, wading into water was a challenge since I couldn’t go as deep as others and I wasn’t much of a swimmer anyway.  We stopped wading in when the water was up to my chest.  She was very close, and therefore the cold water didn’t have the effect she’d hinted at.

“I’ve heard that you and your wife are quite the players around here,” she said, her meaning clear.  “Does she let you play without her?”

“Am I hearing an invitation?”

“I don’t know,” she replied.  “What would you say if it was?”  She was close enough so that my stiff cock rubbed against her leg underwater.  I guessed that was my answer.

Instead I asked, “What about your husband?  Is he on-board if you decide to… ahem… play?”

“You haven’t met my husband I guess.  He’s a sweet man and I love him but he’s not much in the sack, literally and figuratively.”

I smiled, “My place or yours?”

“Yours is preferred since I have the boys to contend with.”

“Mine will work, but I need to warn you, Delilah might not be out.”

“She wouldn’t approve?”

“No, that’s not it.  She might want to join in.  Is that a problem?”

“I’ve never been with another woman so I don’t think that would work for me.”

“You can’t tell if you don’t try.  You might like it.  Are we on or what?”

She pondered the ramifications before nodding and taking my hand.  We walked out of the water and headed for my cottage.  I felt a bit conspicuous walking with her, especially with my swollen member for all to see.  Regardless of my dick size, my small stature also made seeing me memorable.  This enclave is no different from any neighborhood in the world.  Openness about nudity doesn’t mean people won’t gossip about sex.  She was therefore risking her marriage, unlike me.

Before going inside I asked, “What if your boys see you here?”

“I’ll spin it like I have before,” she said, smiling.

“So you’re a veteran of fooling around.  With anyone I know?”

“A woman shouldn’t tell, but let’s just say that every woman here has fucked Ricky Saul at least once.  Delilah will too, if she hasn’t already.”

“Ricky’s wife hasn’t caught on yet?”

“Have you seen her?” she said.   I admitted that I hadn’t.  She explained, “She’s a mousy little thing that probably looks the other way because she’s amazed he’s still around.”

“That’s too bad.  To me it’s just as terrible as if he beat her or whatever,” I said as I held the door open for her them placed my hand on her ass.  I could do that now without being seen.  She swooned a little, and I liked that level of arousal from her already.

My wife wasn’t around so I quickly shepherded Cassie to the bedroom.  When she saw the bed she said, “Oh, I thought you’d have a smaller one.”

I took no offense and replied, “Beds aren’t only for sleeping on, right?  Allow me to demonstrate how a king bed can be utilized.”

I pushed her onto her back and nestled between her MILF legs.  She was already wet (and it wasn’t from just being in the water) so a little cunnilingus was good but not necessarily as foreplay.  It was my cock she wanted anyway.  Nonetheless she appreciated my tongue work, moaning loudly and getting wetter by the second.

She crooned, “Enough…fuck me…”

I wasn’t foolish enough to think bareback as I got a condom from the bedside stand and tore open the package.  She saw how hard I was and implored that she wanted to put in on me.  Of course I let her.

On my knees now, I lifted her legs high and placed one on each of my shoulders.  I entered her and she gasped.  “Don’t fuck around being gentle,” she uttered hoarsely.

“Don’t worry, sweet cheeks, I won’t.”  I’ve slept with women who didn’t think my short body had power behind it.  Cassie evidently was one of those, at least until I began to pound into her vagina.  After a minute of rapid thrusts deep into her I said, “How’s that?”

Her answer was a shiver, a splash, and a yowl that nearly deafened me.  This woman sure could cum!

After we laid together on my bed in post-orgasmic languor she slid off the condom and commented on the volume of semen trapped by it.  “That’s quite a load.  Next time I think I’ll take it as a body-shot.  I like those.”

“Will there be a next time?” I asked.

She smiled, snuggled closer and whispered, “Of course there will.  And considering what I’m feeling it might be sooner than later.”  Sure enough, my cock hadn’t wilted and was responding nicely to her light, playful touch.   This was a nice development, but an even better one was seeing my wife and Sophia stop short at the bedroom door.  Sophia’s mouth gaped as she stared at my stiff member, still glistening wet from my spent semen coating.

Delilah quickly said, “Sorry for the interruption.  We’ll leave you two alone.”

“You don’t have to leave,” Cassie intoned. “But Sophia dear, does your mom know you’re here?”

I felt I needed to defend my wife for obviously seducing the teen and bringing her here.  “I think Sophia is old enough now to make those kinds of decisions, aren’t you sweetheart?”

Still staring at my erection, now steely again from looking at the girl’s heavenly form so close to me, she mumbled that her mother did know she was with Delilah and took that knowledge as tacit approval.  She then asked Cassie, “Did you guys just do it?”

Cassie smiled and cautiously answered, “Yes we did.”

“He’s so big.  Did it hurt?”

“No, sweetheart, it didn’t.  After two kids I’m a bit looser than you are.  Are you a virgin?”

The young lady nodded.

“Then you certainly wouldn’t want to make Drew your first,” Cassie said while grasping my swollen member for emphasis.

Delilah piped in, “That’s my job… to be her first.”

Cassie saw the girl’s level of arousal and said, “If you don’t mind, Delilah, how about I stay and the two of us will teach this beautiful young lady how it’s done.  My first time too, but I do know what works,” she said with a lascivious grin.

To my chagrin my hard cock would have to wilt on its own.  I was banished from the bedroom as Sophia and my wife joined Cassie on our bed.  I stood beyond the doorway and watched until I got the evil eye from Delilah and slinked away.  Okay, I thought, I’ll head back to the water and let the colder temps shock me out of my erect predicament.

 

On my way back to our cottage later I ran into Cassie and her boys.  Cassie winked at me.  I wanted to ask her how it went with Sophia but couldn’t in front of her sons.  Instead, she used vague wording to tell me that young Sophia got off admirably under the tongue and finger tutelage of the older women.

“It’s getting bigger,” young Tucker said while staring at my cock.  Indeed it was, as I imagined what it would’ve been like to be there and to see and hear the young virgin orgasm.

I didn’t know what to say, but Cassie took care of the teachable moment.  “We’ve talked about this several times before, young man.  Mr. Newkirk is like you or any other male.  Sometimes you see a pretty girl and your penis responds.  I think Drew here thinks I’m a pretty woman and he responded too.  Just don’t tell your dad,” she concluded with a hearty laugh that defused the issue.  Both Mike and Tucker blushed as they pondered what their mother said.

Mike said, “Yeah, I understand, but I think it just looks so obvious when men like Mr. Saul and Mr. Newkirk get stiff.  I mean, nobody says anything about my little one, even Becka when I’m next to her.”

Cassie smiled and said, “I think we’ll need to have another talk about sex… that means both of you little imps.”

I moved closer to Mike and whispered in her ear, “Becka is a cute one, isn’t she?  If I were your age I think I’d get a stiffie too.”

Mike wasn’t sure how to reply with his mother standing right there.  Did he and his brother ‘get’ that I possibly grew an erection from looking at Cassie, especially after her aside to not tell their father?

After bidding the Emery family adieu, I hurried back to my cottage hoping that my wife was there.  I needed to address my solid ‘affliction.’

She was… and I did.

For little people, we sure made big noise and a big wet.

Afterwards she told me about Sophia.  According to my wife, her cherry was right there for my taking.  But could I bring myself to take it?

 

…Perhap there will be more someday

 

Donna M.

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