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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.

If you think you know somebody who resembles any of the characters here, 
congratulations, but you're wrong - any similarity between the 
characters in this story and any real person is purely coincidental, 
since all of these characters are figments of my dirty little imagination.

This is my story, not yours. Don't sell it or put it on a pay site. You 
can keep it and/or give it away with all of this information intact, but 
if you make money off of it, you're breaking the law and pissing me off.
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Hula (MF, oral, anal, toys, rough, cons)
(C)Copyright 2004 - Shakes Peer2B
shakes_peer2b@NONOsbcglobal.net
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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..."

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