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Woodland Landing on a Short Cock

By: Royal_Prince



With all my continuous personal problems I made up my mind, when I entered college that I would have a plan. This worked to my advantage; I studied hard; I took the classes that I needed, graduated with a degree in accounting and picked up extra courses that I thought would help with my career in the postal service.

After exactly one year working in odd, clerical and supervisory positions within the local post office, I applied for and was accepted for the position of Postmaster in a small rural town in southwest Ohio far away from all the problems my physical limitations had caused me. 

I relocated to Grand Mare Ohio; yes I was the postmaster for Grand Mare, a town that consisted of exactly 17 people, one small pub located on Main Street and a small, mom and pop, grocery store. Oh and of course the post office that served several smaller communities that dotted this region of Ohio.

I was amazed to find that they had no local police or fire station serving our town, hell we didn't even have a resident doctor, we had to travel 20 miles north to Landing Ohio just for a check up 

As part of the job requirements I was forced to move in and involve myself with the community. I bought a small home on Woodland Landing and was immediately amazed at how easy it was to find new friends.

I was due to start my new job on January 2nd just after the holiday, I had completely moved in by December 30th and had sat down on my brand new couch when the door bell rang and I was greeted by the most lovely and most sexy Sherrie Cole.

"Hi." She chirped. "Welcome to our little out of the way town." She beamed up at me with her large over sized brown eyes. "I would like to invite you to our annual New Year's Eve Celebration, I live it 419 Sundry on the next road over- see- you can see it from here. You have to be there; practically the whole town will be there."

She was right; I had to be there that was part of my job requirements. Postmasters are expected to identify with and be appropriately involved in the community they serve. 

If I knew then what I know now would have I stayed at home? Would I have run for the hills or would I have embraced my destiny. I guess that is a question I will debate for the rest of my life. However, oh the secrets I would learn, oh the dirty little secrets this small town harbors... 

I arrived as scheduled at precisely seven p.m. The drinking commenced exactly four minutes later. "Hi Chris, glad you could make it. This is Harold, my boyfriend he is hosting this years celebration."

Any hopes of getting to know Sherrie on a more personal level had been snuffed out quickly as I shook Harold strong black hand. "Hi Chris, good to know you..." He said as he put my hand in an iron clad vise. His broad smile and pleasant tone contrasted his hulking frame and quickly put me at ease. "Let me introduce you to some of the other guests...You have a drink right, everyone has to drink, its New Years.

He gripped my shoulder and led me around the room barking off the names of the other guests. "This is Nat and Lisa they are our neighbors, over there is Emma and Jake, I believe they live next door to you, Paul, over there lives on the other side of you." 

There were other names and other people but surprisingly enough even in a small town like this I was having difficulties remembering all their names.

And we drank and continued to drink until the hands of the clock struck midnight, soon after all of my drunken neighbors began to depart. I thought that it was my cue to gather my coat and gloves.

"Not so fast there Chris..." Harold ordered. "Being the new comer you have to stay a bit longer so we can get to know you better.

"I am not so sure this is the best time." I slurred, the cocktails were certainly having an affect on me.

He laughed and led me to the dinning room table. "That's the best time to get to know each other. Besides its time for our annual 'top this contest."

I have to confess a top this contest certainly sounded like a fantastic party game so I took my place at the dinning room table. 

To start the game each of us were given a glass and a bottle of Scotch was placed in the middle of the table.

"If this is a drinking game I think I have already reached my limit." I said as I took my place at the table.

Harold chuckled and pulled from his wallet a hand full of cash. "This year its two thousand for the winner..." He slammed down the money next to the bottle of scotch. "Is everyone ready? And of course for those of us that has never played before the rules are simple. You tell us your biggest secret and if it's the best you take home the money. See its simple; we start at the head of the table with me. We all take a drink, I tell my secret and then the rest of you take a drink."

"After you tell your secret you do not have to drink anymore and the next person tell his secret. The game is over when we reach you Chris, trust me you have an advantage over the rest of us 1st you will get to hear all of our secrets and second you will be pretty drunk by the time your turn comes. Most of the time the person that takes his turn last ends up with the money..."

I had to admit, that two thousand was real tempting but down deep I knew I couldn't divulge personal information to a group of people I hardly knew even so I found myself taking my first shot of scotch. "Okay here goes." Harold groaned. "I like to dominate other people; I don't think I could even have an orgasm if I didn't have someone to order around."

There were a few whispers but I had the feeling most of the people at this table had already heard that secret. 

Except for Harold the rest of us took another shot. 

I was kind of looking forward to what little secret Sherrie was going to share and I smiled as she blushed. "Well I guess that means I can't confess that I can be submissive with the right person right?" She stammered before continuing. "Okay, okay I got one...I can easily take a nine and a half inch cock in my ass."

The rest of the table gasped and then applauded, I wasn't sure but I think no one heard that secret before or at the very least, hadn't heard it put that blatantly. I new right away Sherrie had my vote.

We took our third shot and now it was Paul's turn. Paul was a cute, sort of feminine 18 year old youth who had inherited a large sum of money when his father had passed away. As he placed his shot glass back down on the table he blurted out his secret. "Sometimes I like to wear women's clothes." His face turned as red as a cherry and he never made eye contact with any of the rest of the party.

By this time I was feeling quite ill and really wanted to give up on the game and go on home, I tried to stand but my legs wouldn't support my body, I collapsed back into my chair and they poured me another shot of scotch.

I believe I might have lost consciousness because by the time I regained my train of thought I had missed hearing Lisa's secret and it was her brother Nat's turn.

"My sister's secret is pretty good but my secret is a bit better, she might have told you that she fucked a guy in a booth at the pub but what she failed to mention that the guy she fucked was me." 

The confession got a round of applause whistles from the table and it appeared that Lisa was a little disturbed at her brothers confession but no one took time to discuss the newly disclosed secret and each of us poured another shot. 

Including my own there were only three more secrets to disclose. My neighbor Emma was next. "My husband I discussed this before the party and we decided to do ours together so if it is alright with Harold everyone should take another shot."

"Oh this has got to be good." Harold sneered. "Sure go ahead, another drink everybody."

After I swallowed my drink I came to the realization that I would soon be ill so I knew that I had to get this over with quickly.

Emma's husband Jake stood, "I like waters sports."

"And I like golden showers." Emma continued.

Everyone at the table briefly glanced at each other until Harold stood and challenged them. "Prove it."

They didn't hesitate as Emma moved away from the table and then knelt waiting for her husband.

Jake moved to were his wife had knelt, unzipped his pants and pulled his large eight inch cock from his pants. "Everyone ready for this, does everyone have a good view?" We all nodded in unison just before he let flow his golden river of pee directly into his wife's mouth.

I was dumbfounded as I watched her swallow mouthful after mouthful of his piss.

Up until that moment I really hadn't planned on telling them my secret but with all the strange and outlandish confessions I had heard I knew mine was nothing and there was no doubt that the booze compounded my desire to just blab my heart out.

We downed our final shot.

"It's your turn Chris, what's your secret?"

"It's nothing compared to all of yours, I mean for me its bad but I mean, incest, golden showers...."

"Then let's hear it." Harold ordered. The tone of his voice seemed threatening. It was like his sexual dominance was bleeding over into the party. 

"I have a smaller than average cock."

Harold smiled. "How small...?"

Totally humiliated I lowered my eyes to the table. "Three inches, maybe a little smaller but very close to three inches."

Two or three of the party goers yelled out in unison, "Prove it." And if I remember correctly it was mostly the women that were calling me to show off my underdeveloped equipment.

I guess it was the scotch but I didn't hesitate in unbuckling, unzipping and removing my penis from my boxers. I had never willingly showed anyone my cock before but there I was completely exposed to everyone at the table.

"Damn man, where is it?" Harold laughed

His girlfriend Sherrie chuckled with him, "And it doesn't have any hair"

And through my humiliation I felt obligated to explain, I looked Harold right in the eyes and explained that it wasn't hard so it had retracted back into my ball sack and then I looked at Sherry and explained "I keep it shaved so it doesn't get covered by hair the last time I let my hair grow out it looked like I had a pussy.

Everyone took turns examining my penis and each had a long laugh at my expense until I finally covered up my shame.

At that point I was praying that I wouldn't win the two thousand dollars but that prayer was in vein. They all nodded, clapped and laughed as Harold handed me the money. "Dude that was just plain pathetic I think you need this money more anybody else."

Sick, embarrassed and humiliated I took the money from Harold and then gathered my composure. "Thanks." I meekly responded.

"Don't worry Chris, what is said at the table, stays at the table or they have to deal with me." 

And then something strange happened. Everyone started to reassure me that no one would ever find out my secret but at the same time they were still giggling about what they had just seen. I felt like a kid but at the same time I felt protected and that caused my little dick to get hard.

No one said anything at the time but I knew everyone saw it. I walked away wondering why in the hell would I get hard after I got laughed at for ten minutes, nothing like that had ever happened before and after that New Years Eve party I hoped it would never happen again.

Woodland Landing on a Short Cock Ch. 02



There was too much on his mind after last nights New Years eve party to sleep so a mere three hours in bed Harold found himself facing down with Sherrie's face in his ass. "That's it suck my ass slut and don't forget my balls." Harold's whole life was built on being in a position of power and there was something very powerful about a beautiful white woman licking and sucking a black mans ass.

"I want you to make friends with Chris, get all his dirty little secrets. I have been thinking about it since he left last night. I want you to make him fall in love with you."

Sherrie never questioned Harold but what he said was enough for her to take pause. She removed her tongue from his ass. "Yes sir, but please don't make me fuck him. I have never been so turned off than I was when he showed us his cock."

Harold laughed but was stern. "If I wanted you to fuck him I would have said that. There are other things you can do to make a man's dick hard. I will let you know if and when I want you to fuck him and when I do you will do it because that's what sluts do, do you hear me?"

"Yes sir," she said meekly as she returned her lips to his ass.

"You have more important things to worry about your daughter will be eighteen tomorrow and you still haven't finished with all the details." He groaned and then pulled himself up from his knees. "I am horny, I am ready to cum." He announced. 

Sherrie took position on her back like her master likes. "Please sir give me your cum, I want to taste it, you know I will do anything and everything you ask me for just for a taste of your cum."

Harold slapped her in the face with his cock just before he shoved his nine and a half inch cock in her mouth. "That's it bitch take it all." 

His cock began to stretch her throat as he continually pushed it deeper and deeper into her mouth and like a pro she swallowed it all until his balls were resting on her chin. He maintained that deep penetration for a few seconds until he began to pump her throat with his cock.

Sherry placed her finger on her bare clit and began to masturbate as Harold fucked her mouth. "Yea slut, that's it."

Sherry concentrated on his Adonis-like form as he ground his cock between her lips and into her throat and within a few seconds she convulsed with an orgasm just before Harold shot his first taste of seed into her mouth. He moaned and yanked his dick from her mouth and sprayed the rest of his sperm all over her face.

"Yes, ah god yes..." He shivered and collapsed on the bed next to her.

"Thank you for letting me please you master." Sherrie purred.

"Well done slut." He said as he slapped her ass leaving a large red handprint. "Now get dressed and get started on Chris. Do what it takes for him to love you, no matter what it takes do you understand?"

"Yes sir, thank you."

I didn't get much sleep either. My mind alternated between the act of vomiting from last nights scotch and the act of humiliation that I was forced to endure but during one of the rare moments my mind drifted off to sleep the door bell rang.

I grabbed my robe and headed toward the door. I was surprised to see Sherrie. Last night she seemed as drunk as I was, I couldn't imagine anything could have gotten her up so early in the morning.

"Hi Chris, can I come in?"

She had a glow about her. Her skin was flawless and her perfect breasts jetted out towards me begging to be touched or kissed or licked."

I opened the door for her and she breezed past me and made herself at home by relaxing on my couch. "You know Chris I think it was pretty brave of you to-you know- show your goods yesterday."

I hung my head in shame; I know my face must have turned three shades of red. "Well if I had to do it all over again I probably would have been more sensible about the whole situation. You know that's the first time I had ever willingly showed anyone."

"Don't be embarrassed Chris, its kind of cute, well kind of." She chuckled "I just wanted to stop by and tell you that you were brave and none of us will say anything at all about it- you know?"

"Well I appreciate that Sherrie. I am going to have a difficult enough time trying to get a date now let alone if the rest of the town found out about my problem." I replied and then joined her on the couch.

"Well any available girl would be a fool not to go out with you, you are cute, sweet and sensitive. I like you a lot Chris." She said as she laid her hand on top of mine. "and if there is anything I can do for you, you just let me know, okay?

I couldn't believe she was being nice to me, not after last night. I never had a girl give me the time of day after they found out about my size but yet here she was and she had seen it close up. "Why are you being so nice to me?"

"Because I think you are adorable and if I wasn't involved with Harold I would eat you up."

Here I was a twenty five year old virgin and my cock had never been so much touched by a woman let alone fucked and here was this gorgeous girl telling me that if she were available she would eat me up. For the first time in years I felt as if I had hope. 

Sherrie moved closer to me on the couch. "Tell me about your last girlfriend."

I embarrassingly giggled but at the same time I felt comfortable enough to share my problems with her. "I never had a girlfriend, well not a girlfriend in the adult sense of the word. Every time I would get close to a girl they would find out or get a look at my cock and quickly back away. I have never had any sort of sexual contact yet."

Sherry patted my hand. "You should have saved that secret for next years New Years." She laughed but quickly apologized. "So you are a virgin huh?"

I nodded but didn't reply.

"Chris I don't know how to ask this but...Maybe I shouldn't but..."

"Go ahead you already know everything there is about me, I might as well be an open book for you."

"Well I was wondering if I could see it again."

There was something rude and condescending about calling my cock an "it" but for some strange reason it just caused my cock to stiffen a bit. I only thought about it briefly before I realized- how could I say no to showing a girl that would not look away in horror, my cock.

I opened my robe and pulled down my boxers.

Sherrie chuckled. "It is a little stiff." She said as she pointed at my cock.

"Its all the way stiff." I replied.

My head was in a daze and I think I remember her asking me again how bit it was and trying to convince me to measure it again for her but I wasn't quite sure until she asked me for a measuring tape.

Being on the small size, I always kept one around. Yes I measure myself, I have taken every enhancing formula there is on the market and in between doses I always measure. Nothing ever changed though.

I retrieved and handed her the tape. She knelt down and stretched it out over top of my cock. "two and a half..." 

I corrected her. "You have to measure from underneath."

She chuckled and then corrected me, "Underneath doesn't go in a woman's pussy, only here to here gets real penetration. You measure from the top."

I was devastated in such a short period of time I lost another half inch of cock.

Sherrie stood up and handed me the tape. "Can I ask you another personal question, please don't get offended or embarrassed but I am wondering how you masturbate. I mean you can't get your hand around that can you?"

I sat back down on the couch and then put a finger on the head of my cock and rubbed it gently. "I do it like this." I demonstrated. "It works just fine for me."

And then out of the blue she said something I would have never expected. "Can I try?"

I reluctantly removed my hand and told her that I would like it if she did.

I leaned back so she could get easy access to my cock. "It is sort of like the way I rub my clit, sorta the way a girl masturbates right." And as soon as she said that and touched my cock I had the most intense orgasm of my life. It seemed as if I dumped a bucket full of cum on my belly.

Sherrie laughed but not really a bad laugh. "That is amazing I have never seen a man cum so easily." She said as she leaned into me and continued to rub my cock. 'You know its very soft."

"I try to keep it smooth, I was even thinking about electrolysis but I doubt I will go through with it since I moved here."

"Hey Chris, have you ever touched a girls pussy before?"

I shook my head no so Sherrie moved into a position where I could get to her and then unsnapped her jeans and guided my hand toward her wet mound. With her head laying on my chest and my fingers buried in her pussy she continued. "You know my ex husband and I used to do this after he came. We used to get very kinky."

"Oh yeah, what did you two do?"

"Well I will show you and if you do it maybe we can do this again sometime. What do you think?"

Even though my cock was limp and no more than a quarter of an inch now, I had no problem agreeing to her terms. Having this beautiful woman next to me was worth any price I had to pay.

Sherrie scooped up a finger full of cum and rubbed on my lips and moaned: "Oh god you have no idea how much that turns me on." She said as she took another scoop and shoved it in my mouth.

She continued to grind her pussy into my hand as she fed me my own cum. I wasn't sure but I think she came as she fed me the last drop of my sperm. I was rock hard again. 

Sherrie pulled away from me and then snapped her jeans. "You made me so hot, we are going to have to do this again real soon." She chirped, but right now I have to get home, god I am so fucking horny."

I asked her if I could help but she responded by chuckling to herself as if I were kidding.. "Not this time honey, I need the biggest dick I can find to satisfy this lust."

And just like that she was gone leaving me alone with my two and a half inch cock in my hand.



Woodland Landing on a Short Cock Ch. 03



When I arrived in Grand Mare I felt uneasy, anxious, even scared but New Years Eve changed all that. Even if it was only for a moment I felt protected safe and secure. However a mere three days later I felt lost. How strange the human emotion is that feelings can change so quickly and so drastically. 

I hadn't heard from anyone since Sherrie's visit. I have received no phone calls, no visits and I was beginning to believe that my neighbors could no longer make eye contact with me. Just yesterday Nat Pittman came in to the post office to mail a package, he looked away from me as I waived to him. I felt pathetic; blabbing my secret seemed to have destroyed any chances of making friends in this little town.

I was beginning to believe that all my plans for a fresh start had been in vein and I only had myself to blame. After dinner I decided to take a long walk to clear my head and decide what to do next.

As I strolled left out of my gate and passed by Paul's house I passed Jake Carrol, apparently on his way to visit Paul. I attempted not to make eye contact but waived half heartedly. "That's the golden shower guy." I thought to myself but kept moving. It was then I realized that, that's how everyone at the party must refer to the others- by the fetish that they have. "Maybe that is the reason I haven't had so many visitors lately." 

I turned back toward Jake. "Hey Jake, it's pretty warm for January, huh?" Jake sighed and turned to greet me. "For a minute I thought this whole town was going to ignore me. I think my wife and I went a little overboard on New Years." 

I chuckled at the thought of us both feeling the same way. "Yeah, I was starting to feel that way myself." I replied and then went right back to feeling a little uneasy. "Well, I was going for a short walk to clear my head and sort a few things out. I am glad the stuff I was feeling was all in my head." 

Jake extended a handshake, I took his hand. "Well it was good seeing you again." We shook hands but he didn't automatically let go. "You know, Paul invited me over for a drink, if you are up to it, why don't you join us." 

The offer was tempting but I declined by explaining that I really needed the walk, however I might stop by when I returned. 

As I walked a lot of things ran through my head; first and foremost I was beginning to believe that I gave up on people and things too quickly. Every time I got serious about someone and decided I would confide in them my secret I would get a snicker or a laugh, I would find a reason to excuse myself and then never call or see that person again. Maybe I expected too much from people. Maybe I need to give them some room to get used to the idea to having a boyfriend with an extra small penis. 

When I returned from my walk I swung by Paul's house, rang the doorbell and waited. Inside I heard shuffling and then Paul yelling for me to "Hold on just a minute." before the door cracked open. 

"Hi Chris, come in." Paul said as he opened up the door for me. "I was just showing Jake my new outfit. I went to town yesterday and spent a fortune" He said and then guided me into the foyer. "How do I look" He beamed as he took the hem of his dress and spun around in a circle for me. 

I have to admit for a guy he sure did look like a girl. I knew right away he had perfected the art of applying makeup. "You look good Paul." 

"Pauline." He corrected in a sweet, soft tone." 

"To tell you the truth-Pauline-I thought you were embarrassed about your fetish. You seemed a little shy about sharing the other day." And to tell you the truth, I felt a little uneasy staring at this, guy-girl or whatever you want to call him. 

"I am only embarrassed when I confide my secret dressed like a man. I know people will never understand until they actually see me, they have to see the whole package to know that I was probably destined to be a girl." 

He was correct, after I gave him another once-over he did look good, some would even say sexy. I couldn't see any man left in him at all. 

"You can join Jake in the living room. I will get you a drink- any preferences?" 

"Scotch if you have it." I replied before moving out of the foyer.. 

Jake didn't notice me entering the living room because as I turned the corner I caught him rubbing his cock over top of his jeans. I began to think that I might have interrupted something between Paul and Jake. "I am sorry." I stammered, "I, I didn't mean to intrude." 

Jake laughed and then stood up. "No, No you didn't intrude at all. Pauline was just showing me some of her collection but I have to admit she is kind of hot- don't you think?"

I found it quite odd that Jake didn't have a problem calling Paul, Pauline or even calling him a her. I know that, that's what Paul wanted but I felt kind of weird saying it however I refrained from correcting him. "Well one thing's for sure he doesn't look like a man." 

Paul returned from the kitchen with my drink and handed it to me. "Here, and here is the bottle just in case you needed another drink." 

I downed the drink and instantly poured myself another. 

There was a moment or two of uncomfortable silence before Jake cleared his throat and spoke. "You know Pauline was telling me that she has been on hormones for the last six months. Right before you got here she was telling me that she was beginning to develop. I was telling her that I didn't believe her. If you don't mind Chris, I was hoping she would prove it for us." 

At that point I wasn't sure what to think or say but after going over it briefly in my head I realized that it would be a mans chest I would be seeing nothing at all to be embarrassed over. "Sure Pauline if you want to show Jake your chest, be my guest."  

Pauline glared at me, "It's not a chest, its a breast, just you wait and see." He laughed as he began to unbutton his blouse. "I mean they aren't very big yet but they are a lot better than they were 6 months ago that's for sure." 

As she let her blouse fall to the floor Jake stood up next to Paul to get a better look, they had their back to me but I could still tell that Jake was fondling Paul's chest. "Oh my god they feel so real." Jake responded.

"They ARE real dummy. I spent enough on hormones that they better be." 

"Chris, you got to check this out, really." 

I poured myself a drink tossed it back and then moved to where they were standing. "Yes they do look real." I said and then started to return to my seat.

"No, feel them." Jake corrected. "You can't really tell by looking." 

I already had my third drink and I knew after I groped Paul I would want another but why not, it might be my only chance to feel up a mans breasts.

Even though I was a virgin I had felt enough women's breasts to know they felt real. I nodded and smiled before I returned to my bottle of Scotch. 

The next few moments were a blur but I distinctly remember Jake turning his attention away from Paul's breasts to his mouth. I also remember wondering how Jake could cheat on his wife with a stranger sitting in front of him.

Paul moaned as Jake took him into his arms and kissed him. I had never witnessed two men kissing before, strange thing was that it didn't look like two men kissing. Jake glanced over at me as if he were a proud stallion ready to mount his mate and then winked at me. I took it a sign for me to sit back and watch the action.

Jake picked Paul up and took her to the couch and then let him drop. "I am going to fuck you so hard you are going to beg for me to stop." He said as he began to unbuckle his pants. 

When Jake took his cock from his pants I had to stop and wonder if I were the smallest man on earth. I felt ashamed, embarrassed and at the same time I was disgusted with myself yet I found myself rubbing my cock through my pants. 

"How bad do you want it Pauline?" Jake snapped. "Tell me what you would do for my cock." 

Paul moaned as he removed his skirt. "I need it Jake, please god give it to me." 

As I sat there watching them and Paul I couldn't help admit that Pauline was beautiful. Although her breasts were a tad small, every curve on her was feminine; every waive of her hair was woman; Paul- no Pauline was beautiful. 

"Tell me what you would do for my big fat cock Pauline." 

"Anything, treat me like your whore wife. I will do whatever you say." 

Pauline attempted to remove her panties but Jake quickly stopped her. "I don't want to see that, leave the panties on." And then leaned over her and stuffed his 7 inch cock into her mouth. She looked like a starving animal as she swallowed him whole. 

"Do you know what I am going to do Pauline?" 

She nodded without taking his cock out of her mouth. 

"Are you ready?" 

Pauline shook her head with approval and remained still as Jake closed his eyes and released his bladder into her waiting mouth. "Swallow quickly bitch or you will choke." 

Jake looked over and got a good look at me masturbating. I had no shame I continued to rub my cock up and down with my index finger and thumb while he watched. For the first time in my life I didn't care if anyone saw me play with my cock. I was going to cum whether he laughed or not. 

As soon as Jake finished pissing down her throat Pauline removed his cock from her mouth. "Please Jake I am begging you, fuck me now." She said as she stood up and faced away from him to pull down her panties." I will keep it covered for you, I promise."  

As Pauline kicked off her panties I got my first real look at her cock and there are no other words to say except I was dumbfounded. Pauline, the girl standing before me was almost as small as I was. If I were to guess without measuring we would have been no bigger than 3 1/2 inches 

"You feel better don't you honey?" Pauline chuckled and then winked at me. "If you want to get a better look why don't you lay on the floor and Jake will fuck me right above you. How does that sound baby?" 

I don't know why but I absolutely couldn't help myself. I had no problems at all with my voyeur role. I flopped down to the floor and rolled over on my back as Jake pushed her onto her hands and knees. I was going to get to see a girl getting her ass fucked up close and personal. 

Jake positioned himself directly behind her and then began to rub the head of his cock against her puckered hole. Pauline's hard little cock was about six inches away from my face but I didn't think about that, all I could think of was there was no way Jake was going to get that inside her ass without a little lubrication. 

I was wrong, in fact by the time he pushed his entire length into her ass she was begging for more and Jake had no problems giving her what she wanted. He pounded her so hard that she nearly collapsed on top of me. Occasionally her cock would brush my lips but at that point I could not of cared less and as time went on I craved the smell of her tiny clit. I wanted it, it was almost like I was looking at my own cock. 

I pushed my cock upward in hopes that Pauline would suck my cock but she was oblivious to my desires and from the sounds of her moans all she cared about was Jake's cock filling her up.

Jack tensed up and his pounding intensified. It was the first real sexual experience I had ever had and even I could tell that he was on the verge of an explosive orgasm. 

Pauline's little cock was again brushing my lips. I am not sure why I did it, it wasn't anything I had ever fantasized about but I found my self opening up my mouth and letting her penis slide into my mouth. 

As soon as her shaved balls rested on my chin she began to climax, dumping mouthful after mouthful of cum down my throat and for a moment I thought it would never end. 

"Fuck my pussy." Pauline groaned at Jake but at the same time had the wherewithal to reach down and stroke my cock. Actually it was more like Sherrie did to masturbate me, she rubbed it like it was a clit. I came instantly. 

"Take my cum bitch." Jake screamed as he shoved his cock deep inside her ass and grunted like an animal and pumped her ass full of cum. For a short time we remained motionless. I wasn't sure what was going through their mind at the time but mine was full of guilt. "I am not gay; I am not gay..." I continually thought to myself.

Jake was the first to move. He excused himself to the restroom to get cleaned up. That left me and Pauline alone and honestly I didn't know what to say. 

Pauline turned around to face me, both of us still on the floor she smiled brightly and dabbed a bit of her cum from the corner of my mouth. "That was so sweet of you, I wasn't expecting that."

And before I had a chance to explain or say anything she pressed her lips against mine. As her tongue penetrated my mouth I could still taste the urine on her breath but I allowed her to continue to kiss me until we were finally interrupted. 

"Okay you two lovebirds get a room." Jake laughed.

Ashamed I pushed Pauline away. "I really have to go, I have a busy day tomorrow." I complained, but before I had a chance to say anything else the sounds of sirens filled our tiny neighborhood. All three of us rushed to the window to see what the commotion was.

The problem was easily spotted. The house on the next street was filled with flames. "Oh my god that is Nat and Lisa's house." Pauline sighed.

"Damn, I hope they are alright."