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 ________________________________ This is a story about a sexual FANTASY
written for consenting adults.  If you're not both of those, don't read it.
Characters in a FANTASY don't get sick or die unless I want them to.  In
real life, people who don't use condoms and other safe-sex techniques do
get sick and die.  You don't live in a FANTASY so be safe.  The fictional
characters in my stories are trained and experienced in acts of FANTASY -
don't try to do what they do - someone could get hurt.

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   ________ (Here's one for you, Bully!)

   They were an amateur Polynesian dance troupe, mostly young Filipinas,
who had come to entertain at my best friend's birthday party.  Not the best
I'd seen, but they were pretty good and trying to get better.  They started
with a number of slow, graceful Hulas, the hand movements a little studied,
not quite as graceful as they would be with a tad more practice.  Next,
they changed costumes and got into the faster Tahitian dances.

   Since I was the birthday boy's best friend, I was right beside him,
front row center, not two feet away, when her top began to slip.  The
strapless band of fabric was apparently designed to be held up, at least in
part, by the dancer's breasts.  The unfortunate young lady in the front
rank of dancers, however, apparently didn't have enough to hold it up,
especially when the dance required her to raise her arms.  What she did
have, my buddy and I found out for a fact, was lovely, small, brown
nipples. When I raised my eyes to her face, it was red, and she was looking
straight at me.

   Embarrassed for her, and at myself for having been caught staring, I
smiled warmly, trying with all my heart not to let any amusement show.  She
braved out the rest of the dance, pushing the top back up after each arm
raising motion, her eyes never leaving mine.  Each time the dance called
for her arms to be raised, the top would slip again, and the smile on her
face became more and more strained.

   I could hear titters and whispered comments from the other party-goers,
but, thankfully, no one laughed out loud or made any lewd comments.

   Her eyes locked on mine, the poor thing somehow got through the rest of
the dance, while I poured sympathy into my expression, trying to provide
what support I could.

   A little later, they came to the audience participation part of the
program, and Teresa, as the MC named the unlucky young lady, wearing a
different top, dragged me from my seat.

   "Thank you!" she whispered in my ear, standing on tiptoe, as the
birthday boy got busy making an ass of himself with another dancer.

   I just smiled in return, not really sure I'd done anything
thanks-worthy.

   "You were my lifeline there," she whispered again, "during that little
'wardrobe malfunction'!" (Thank you, Janet and Justin, for the addition of
THAT little phrase to our lexicon!)

   "Didn't really do anything." I whispered back.

   "You let me know that at least one person in the audience wasn't
enjoying my embarrassment," she said, "and that helped me get through!"

   Then came my turn to make an ass of myself.  Turns out, Polynesian
dances are primarily done with ankles and knees.  That's what makes those
delectable hips swing and sway so provocatively, and tiny Teresa was really
good at it when her top wasn't falling down.  I, on the other hand,
couldn't get the hang of it, much to the amusement of all and sundry.  (I
noticed later that all the guys tried to dance with feet apart, while the
girls kept their legs close together.  Hmmm!)

   It's funny.  I don't like laughing at the embarrassment of others, but
don't mind embarrassing myself for the amusement of those around me.  In
the midst of the laughter at my clumsy efforts, however, I, a die hard
belly man, was treated to a prolonged, close up view of one of the
prettiest bellies I'd seen in a long time, doing some of the sexiest and
most amazing things atop those swiveling little hips.

   As we bowed out of the limelight, Teresa asked, "Can you wait around a
while after the performance?"

   "Sure!" I replied.

   I hung around, drinking water while most of the others were getting
sloshed.  Birthday Guy had a big place, and most of the guests figured to
crash there after the party.  I didn't live far away, though, and didn't
feel like spending the night with a bunch of drunks, even if they WERE my
friends.

   I was sitting on a barstool watching the antics of those around me, when
a soft voice asked, "Is there somewhere where we can talk?"

   I took my keys from my pocket and offering my arm, said with a smile,
"Come with me."

   She was quiet during the short drive to my place.  At the front door to
my apartment building, I was on the wrong side and had to reach across the
opening to hold the door for her.  My arm was extended straight out from my
shoulder and Teresa walked under it without ducking or stooping, she was
that small.

   Inside, I offered her something to drink and she accepted bottled water
from the fridge.

   "You dance very well." I said as I handed her the bottle and a glass.

   She shrugged and said, "Not that first Tahitian dance!  If I hadn't
caught your eye, I probably would have run away in tears!"

   "I'm afraid I didn't catch much of that dance," I replied, smiling from
one corner of my mouth, "I was a little distracted.  I did think it was
very courageous of you to continue!"

   "Was...  um, could you see," she fumbled with what she wanted to ask,
"uh, did I, you know, expose too much?"

   "Well, personally," I said softly, gazing into her eyes, "I would love
to have seen more.  In answer to your question, however, I'd have to say
that most of the audience now knows how delectable your nipples are.  I
wouldn't be surprised if you get asked out by some of them when they sober
up."

   She smiled ironically and replied, "I was kind of hoping you'd lie to me
and tell me you couldn't see anything...!"

   I shook my head, "Never found hiding from the truth to be a good
practice.  The bad news is, you got exposed in public.  The good news is,
it's an eminently survivable episode.  You'll learn from it, and move on."

   She was silent for a little while then, looking up from under her brows
asked, "Do you really think my nipples are 'delectable'?"

   "On first glance, certainly," I replied, smiling, "but I'd need a longer
look, and a thorough lengual inspection to know for sure."

   "'Lengual inspection'?" she asked, breathing a little faster.

   "Like this..." I said, slowly lifting her tank top over her head. 
Thankfully, the bra was a front hook design, and parted easily.  Her
breasts were small, in proportion with the rest of her, and perfectly
formed.

   To the accompaniment of her indrawn breath, I bent and quickly flicked
one tiny brown nipple with the end of my tongue.  It hardened instantly,
and I kept it alive with a fingertip as I moved to the other.  Three quick
flicks with just the tip of my tongue, and this one, too, became rock hard
and even smaller.

   Switching back to the first, while lightly rubbing my rough fingertip
over the one I'd just left, I took it between my teeth and bit - just hard
enough to draw a gasp from Teresa, followed by a guttural moan.  Her soft,
childlike hands wrapped around my head and cradled it as I switched back
and forth, teasing her sensitive nipples, and occasionally sucking an
entire miniature breast into my mouth, swabbing its surface with my tongue.

   Teresa's moans were now the background music for the dance her hips were
doing on the sofa, as I continued tormenting her small, beautiful tits.

   Suddenly, I backed away and said hoarsely, "Definitely delectable!"

   Teresa blushed and thrust her chest at me, "Are you sure?  Maybe you
need to inspect them some more?"

   What could I do?  I gave them a VERY thorough lengual inspection, which
I enjoyed almost as much as she did!

   "Teresa," I whispered, as I came up for air "tell me your deepest,
darkest sexual fantasy!"

   "No!" she shook her head, shocked "You'll think I'm crazy, or worse yet,
a slut!"

   "Fantasy, Teresa dear," I replied, "We all have them.  They don't change
who we are, only how we think about sex when we're alone."

   "You promise you won't tell anyone?" she whispered into my neck, as she
put her soft arms around me.

   "Not a soul." I whispered back, "This is just for me and you, for right
now."

   "When I'm alone," I could barely hear her, "I sometimes think about
being taken by several big men, all at once!"

   A shiver ran down her spine as she told me this.

   "If that fantasy could come true," I asked, "would you want it to?"

   She sat back, even more shocked, "Oh, no!  I could never really do it!
It's just something I think about!  Maybe if it was just one guy..."

   "What do you mean, 'one guy'?"

   "Well," she replied, not meeting my eyes, "every guy I go out with
treats me like a fragile little porcelain doll or something.  I mean,
that's really sweet, but just once I'd like to see what it's like to be
used.  To be nothing but a sex toy for some big guy with a big...  well,
you know!"

   "Well for starters," I replied, "it would be very painful...!"

   "I know," she said, "but do you know how hard it is to enjoy sex when
you're being asked 'Are you okay?' every couple of minutes?  Just once, I'd
like to try it with someone who's not afraid of hurting me.  It would have
to be someone I can trust, though.  I mean, I don't want to be injured or
anything, but I think a little pain might even add to it."

   "Do you know someone you trust that much?" I asked.

   "Yes," she looked up at me with those big brown eyes, "You!"

   "How can you trust me that much?  We just met?"

   "If a guy who's a total stranger can sympathize with me when my top
slips," she replied firmly, "instead of laughing with the rest, then I
don't think he'd really hurt me any other way.  Would you be my cave man
for one night, Bill?  Please?"

   At first I wondered how she knew my name, since I hadn't actually
introduced myself, then I remembered the MC asking who I was, so the
audience would know who they were laughing at while I attempted to dance.

   It didn't take long to come to a decision.  It's not every day a guy
gets a proposition like that!  My cock was already at attention just from
thinking about it!

   "Ok, Teresa," I said, not at all reluctantly, "but first we need to take
some precautions.  Pick a word or phrase that you can remember, even if
you're in extreme pain, but one that you're not likely to use in any sexual
situation.  If you say that word, I'll stop whatever I'm doing, okay?"

   She smiled, and without too much hesitation, said, "Hula.  Just that, by
itself.  'Hula'."

   "Hula." I repeated.

   She nodded.

   "Okay, now, for some of this, you may not be able to speak, so I want
you to hold your top in your hand." I continued, "and if it gets too rough,
drop the top.  That will be the same as saying 'Hula'."

   I handed her the scrap of fabric I had earlier removed.

   "From now on," I said, "as long as you're holding that and haven't said
'Hula', I will do with you as I please, understood?"

   Teresa nodded solemnly.

   I grabbed a handful of her dark, lustrous hair and lifted her bodily to
force a savage kiss on her gasping mouth.  With my other hand, I stripped
her skirt and thong down, baring the rest of her charms to my every whim.

   Teresa whimpered into my mouth and ground her pelvis against my hand as
I roughly shoved a middle finger deep into her sopping pussy.  I dropped
her back onto the sofa and quickly removed my own clothes.  Teresa reached
for the fastening to my shorts as I worked on the buttons of my flowered
print shirt.  I slapped her hands away and ordered, "Just sit there and be
ready, slut!"

   She gasped and squirmed on the sofa as I finished removing my clothes.
My cock was a steel bar, bobbing in the breeze before me.

   Resuming my grip on her hair, I forced Teresa's face toward my groin,
and growled, "Open, bitch!"

   Her mouth opened and I forced the purple head of my cock into the tiny
opening.

   "No teeth!" I warned.

   Slowly, giving her very little time to adjust, I forced my way down her
heaving, gagging gullet.  Tears sprang from her eyes as her belly spasmed,
trying not to expel its contents.  Teresa's tiny hands planted themselves
on my thighs, still gripping the fabric of her top.  I slapped them away
and forced them behind her back.

   "Those are tied there, slut!" I commanded, "Don't move them!"

   When her straining lips were buried in my pubic hair and her flat little
nose was flattened even further on my pubic bone, I held her struggling
head in place until I judged she needed some air.  Giving her only a little
time to refill her lungs, I started back inward.  Teresa still struggled
with her gag reflex, but not as much.  Tears ran from her big brown eyes as
she looked up at me from the undergrowth of my pubic hair.  The top stayed
firmly clutched in her fist, behind her back.

   Doubling my grip on the diminutive Filipina's hair, I began a long,
slow, skull fuck.  I twisted her head this way and that as I withdrew my
cock, then plunged the rampant shaft slowly to the hilt.  Teresa's moans
and gurgles around my rod sent chills up and down my spine!

   Faster and faster, I screwed her throat.

   "You wanted to be used?" I rasped, "Well you're being used, slut!  When
I finish filling your stomach with this load, I'm going to stretch your
precious little pussy like it's never been stretched before, and when its
nice and loose, I'll do the same to your little brown ass!"

   To my astonishment, Teresa shuddered through an orgasm at my verbal
abuse!

   The sight of my rod pistoning in and out of the tiny lady's face, the
feel of her spasming throat and swirling tongue, and the very fact that she
came just from being told what I was about to do to her, all conspired to
shorten my fuse considerably!  As Teresa's body was finishing it's spasm, I
jammed my sensitive tool as far down her throat as it would go and erupted
deep in her esophagus, grinding her face against my groin, as my
reproductive organs turned themselves inside out!

   By the time I was done, Teresa was turning purple, and I withdrew
rapidly to give her a chance to breathe.  I was still hard, and too
sensitive to use my cock again for a few minutes, so I used my grip on her
hair to stand Teresa up and turn her around.  I jammed my right hand
between her thighs, and sank two fingers into the tight, dripping gash of
her little pussy.  My left hand grabbed a small breast, and holding her
back against me, I lifted Teresa and carried her, legs dangling around my
knees, into the bedroom.

   My little slut-for-a-day squealed as I tossed her onto my bed.  Reaching
into a bedside drawer, I withdrew two large dildoes, each slightly smaller
than my cock.  I tossed them on the bed beside her.

   Sitting on the end of the bed, I ordered, "Fuck yourself with those,
slut!  I want to watch them disappear into your cunt and ass!"

   Teresa gasped at the size of the dildoes, but didn't complain, saying
only "Oh, damn!  This is going to hurt!"

   "Would you rather this went first?" I asked, giving my cock a shake.

   Without another word, Teresa picked up the first of the dildoes and slid
the first half of it into her pussy.  Moaning and squirming on the bed, she
used both hands on the base of the plastic phallus to pull it into her. 
Little by little, a fraction at a time, her tissues stretched to accomodate
the length and girth of the dildo.  With two inches still remaining
outside, she started pulling the fake cock out and slamming it back in, her
tiny hips rising to meet the invasion as the bulbous head pounded her
cervix!

   The sight of that enormous tool plunging in and out of Teresa's tiny
body had my cock rock hard in no time!  I stroked it idly, watching the
erotic display.

   Finally, the lovely Filipina gasped and released the dildo, its base
just barely visible between the slimy lips of her little pussy.  With
trembling hands, she reached for the other one.  I took it from her and
used a tube of lubricant to generously coat the dildo and the fingers of
her other hand.  Gingerly turning on her side, Teresa plunged her
lubricated finger deep into the brown crinkled rosette of her ass, moaning
at the unexpected sensation.

   "I've never..." she gasped, "...had anything in my butt!  Ooohhh!"

   "First time for everything!" I said, "Now, fuck it!"

   "Two fingers!" I ordered, watching and stroking myself, "Deeper!  Now
three!  That's it slut!  Finger-fuck your ass!"

   When her fingers were sliding easily through the ring of her anus, I
handed her the other dildo and said, "That's enough!  Now use this!"

   With another moan, Teresa allowed her bunched fingers to slide from her
distended ring.  Taking the huge rubber phallus, she nestled its head in
the crater left by her fingers.  With a grimace, she forced the head of the
cock through her anal opening.

   "Aaaarrrggghhh!" she groaned as her sphincter rebeled against the
intrusion.  Already constricted by the mass of the dildo crammed into her
little pussy, her rectum proved difficult for Teresa to penetrate.  With
much moaning and screaming, she fought against the tightness and her own
cringing anus to get about half the rubber rod planted inside.

   "AAAAHHHH!" she screamed in frustration, "I need help!"

   Feigning anger, I slapped her hand away and positioned her a little
further on her side with knees drawn up toward her chest.  As I suspected,
the dildo was jammed up against the inner sphincter, which hadn't had the
benefit of being stretched by her fingers.

   "Push out, bitch!" I commanded, "Like you're taking a shit!  Do it now!"

   I felt the inner barrier open, as it was designed to do, and shoved. 
The dildo sank inward until less than a half inch of its thick base was
showing between her baby doll cheeks, as Teresa emitted a startled grunt.
At the same time, the other dildo started to ooze out of her cunt.

   I twisted the bases of both, starting the built-in vibrators, and pushed
the front one back in, then rasped, "Now, cunt, fuck yourself!"

   Her childish hands grabbed the bases of the two dildoes and started
slowly sawing them in and out, in opposition to each other, gasping and
crying the whole way.

   "Bastard!" she cursed, "You goddamn sonofabitch!  How could you make me
do this to myself?!  Motherfucker!  Asshole!  Cocksucker!"

   She cursed like a drunken sailor as her hands sped the dildoes faster
and faster into her nether holes.  I listened carefully to every word, but
never heard 'Hula'!

   Soon, she had both hands going inward at the same time, powering those
fake cocks into both her holes at the same time, as fast as her slender
arms could drive them!

   Those miniature hips ratcheted back and forth with every stroke, and
when I judged she was on the edge of cumming, I roughly tore her hands from
the vibrators and turned her onto her back.

   "Are you ready, slut?" I hissed as I hovered over her miniscule,
sweating form.

   Not waiting for a reply, I dragged the dildo from her cunt and replaced
it with my rigid cock.  In one stroke, I buried myself to the hilt,
stretching poor Teresa's little pussy far beyond anything she had yet
experienced!

   My cock bent against the bulge of her cervix, then slid off, straining
against the tender flesh of her vagina to make room for itself!  She was
tiny and oh so tight, but I was not to be denied!  The grasping, weeping
flesh of that velvet-lined pussy gradually gave way before my assault!  My
pubic hair merged with the sparse covering of almost straight hair that did
such a piss-poor job of protecting Teresa's mound, and I ground into her,
stretching, making a place for my prized possession!

   "Oh GOD!" Teresa's baby fists pounded my shoulder blades, "You're
killing me!  You bastard!"

   Still no 'Hula'.  I grabbed her ankles and pushed them up to her ears.
Her face was a mask of pain as I started stroking, slowly at first.  All
the way out, all the way in!  The incredible grip her slimy tunnel had on
my spear made each stroke a struggle!

   Teresa's throat emitted guttural growls at a pitch far too low for a
person her size to generate, as my fucking speed increased.  When her
little hips started rising to meet my strokes, I grabbed a double handful
of her little brown buttocks and raised her from the bed.

   Standing up, legs slightly spread for balance, I lifted the sexy little
body a few inches, then dropped it, all the way to the root of my cock!

   "AAAARRRGGGHH!" Teresa shrieked, and her tiny feet drummed my shoulders,
"Oh shit!  That's deep!  Oh my poor little pussy!  Rapist!  Motherfucker,
that hurts!"

   What could I do?  With that kind of endorsement, I went for an encore,
dropping the little Filipina repeatedly on my rigid spike!  Occasionally, I
would hold her down as, of their own volition, Teresa's hips swiveled
against my crotch!

   My arms began to tire, so I backed her up against the wall and started
slam-fucking her for all I was worth!

   Teresa alternated between berating me for mistreating her so badly, and
screaming out one climax after another!

   For a good half hour, I turned her this way and that, using her like a
sex doll!  Teresa never stopped cumming and cursing, but I never heard
'Hula'!

   Finally, I threw her face down on the bed and tore the remaining
vibrator from her ass.  In a flash, my pussy-juice-lubricated cock was
poking insistently at her no longer tiny brown ring.  Teresa shrieked as my
rampant shaft bulled its way deep into her guts while she lay pinned to the
mattress!

   "Oh my GOD!" she cried, "You barbarian!  You prick!  AAAAHHH SHIT!  What
are you doing to me!"

   As I stirred her intestines with my rod, Teresa rocketed off into space
once again.

   "You love it, don't you bitch?!" I growled in her ear as my hips ground
against her baby butt, "You just love having a big cock deep in your tight
little colon!"

   "No!" she cried in defiance, even as her body once again betrayed her,
"I hate it!  You're mean and cruel!  How can you treat me like this, you
brute!"

   "You mean like this?" I asked, as I dragged her to her knees, flattening
her buttocks and allowing even greater depth to my jackhammer thrusts.

   "Is this what you wanted slut?" I whispered hoarsely in her ear, "To be
used like the whore you are?"

   "No!" she cried again, then "Yes!  Oh god, YES!  YES!  YES!"

   Experimentally, I stopped moving and released my grip on her.  Teresa
took over the fucking, slamming her micro-butt backward with
ever-increasing speed!

   "Fuckme, fuckme, fuckme!" she chanted, almost under her breath,
"Goddamnit!  FUCK ME!"

   I grabbed her knees, pushing them up to her chest, and spun her on the
axle of my cock.  She landed on her back, feet once again pinned by my
shoulders, my cock reaching never before plumbed depths inside her.

   Teresa howled into my mouth pulling desperately at the bedspread with
one hand and kneading the fabric of her top with the other, as I bent and
drove my tongue deep into her mouth, in time with my ravishment of her poor
little ass.  Faster and harder I drove her into the mattress, watching her
hand out the corner of my eye.

   "MMMMMMPPPPHHH!" she shrieked, devouring my invading tongue,
"AAHHHMMMMMPPPHH!"

   Tiny buttocks rose to meet each smashing blow of my punishing cudgel,
tiny hips swiveled around my penetrating spear at the apex of each thrust!
I could hold out no longer!

   "Here's another load for you, slut!" I growled into her ear as I shoved
as far into her as I could reach, and emptied most of my bodily fluids deep
into her intestines!

   Feeling my hot lava erupting in her bowels drove Teresa once again over
the edge!  Her hips vibrated like a knife thrown into a tree trunk, and
shrieked about three octaves above anything I'd thought my ears could
perceive, then went into a rapid series of whole-body spasms that
threatened to buck me off!

   We twitched and moaned at each other for long moments until my arms gave
out and I slipped onto my side next to her.  Four or five spasms of her
rectum served to expel my softening member, imparting the most delicious
sensations in the process.

   Teresa turned to me with a sated expression on her face.  "Thank you. 
You make a wonderful barbarian!"

   "So, is that something you'd want to do again?" I asked.

   "Nonononono!" she laughed, "I think once is plenty, thank you!"

   "Well, then," I said, "I don't want you to go away thinking that's my
usual way of making love to a beautiful woman."

   So saying, I knelt above her and kissed her right on the delicious
navel. Working slowly, with tongue, lips and teeth, I explored every square
centimeter of her tight little belly, slowly working my way down to the
crease between belly and thigh.  Her abdomen trembled in anticipation as I
licked toward her abused little pussy.

   "Poor thing!" I murmured, gazing at the slimy mess of her once trim
little pussy.

   I gave it a kiss to make it better, and it rose to meet me.  Gently, I
licked away all of the residue of our previous adventure, digging deeply
into Teresa's gradually shrinking opening.  When I had cleaned off as much
of the fluid as I could reach, I began licking gently around her little
hooded clit, drawing soft moans and coos of pleasure.

   Carefully, mindful of the tenderness of the abused tissues, I inserted a
finger into the opening of her tunnel, searching for and finding the spongy
roughness that marked her G-spot.  Using my tongue and gentle nips of my
teeth on her clitoris, and soft strokes with my finger, I led Teresa
through a gentler series of orgasms.  Over and over, I drove the little
lady over the precipice, only to drag her back up and push her over again,
each peak mounting higher and higher!

   Finally, a small, breathless voice above me gasped, "Hula!"

   Not sure of what I'd heard, I raised myself and said "Huh?"

   "Hula!" she repeated desperately as my still imbedded finger triggered
another climax, "HULA!  HULA!  HULA!"

   "Oh." I said, gently withdrawing my hand.

   I crawled back up beside her and Teresa nestled her head on my shoulder,
molding her sated body to mine.  For several minutes, the only sound in the
room was the slowing rhythm of her breathing.

   I felt her stir, and looked down to see her staring up at me.
   "Bill?" she asked meekly, "I have this other fantasy..."