4086 First Swallow Court
Sugar Plum was the youngest and newest of the eight Merryville kindergarten teachers. Which meant she was the one they fired when budget cuts and school enrollment could only justify seven kindergarten teachers. She easily found another job on the other side of the state and was only in town long enough to pick up the last few pieces of furniture before she put her small two-bedroom condo up for sale. She wasn't ready to show it, but I convinced her that the place didn't need a new coat of paint to meet the approval of my current client. She agreed to meet with us at 3:00 as long as we didn't care what either she or the condo looked like.
As soon as we met her, I could see how Sugar would relate well with five-year-olds. She was barely five feet tall. Her short blonde hair curled around a fairy princess face with bright twinkly blue eyes, round cheeks, and a slightly turned up button nose. Even her perfect teeth were on the smallish side. She wore an old college T-shirt over her elfin figure and, only when she leaned over to pick up a stray cardboard box, did I realize her miniature bottom was covered by a teeny tiny pair of cutoff jeans. The twenty-three-year-old woman could have easily been mistaken for a teenager.
When Mark made an immediate offer -- thirty thousand below asking -- Sugar was so surprised she might have accepted if I hadn't been standing behind him, violently shaking my head in the no direction. I know. Bad realtor move. I was supposed to be helping my client get the best deal possible. But I wasn't after a good deal, I wanted his semen. And the only way to do that was to get the two of them into the negotiation mode which, when Mark was involved, usually involved an orgasm or two. Hopefully Mark would join in.
Sugar took the hint and Mark took the bait. After fifteen minutes of negotiations, the rules of the game were set. Sugar and I each got Mark for five minutes at a time. If I got him to come, my commission doubled. If Sugar won, the price of her condo went up fifteen thousand.
It wasn't a fair competition. Which was readily apparent when she took off her shirt to reveal the tiniest tits I have ever seen on a woman with pubic hair. I had ten years of sexual experience and at least twenty pounds of breast meat in my favor. But I wasn't after fair. I was after Mark's semen, splashed all over my double D's, that I would surreptitiously gather for later use.
In the pretense of giving her an equal chance, I let Sugar go first. It took her nearly a minute to extract Mark's penis from his pants. Once she had it out in the open, she seemed absolutely clueless about what to do next. Only after a little coaching did she finally grasp his overgrown tool with her little hands and bring him to a mediocre erection. By the time her five minutes were up it was evident that, no matter how much time she had, she wasn't going to get the job done.
"I'm sorry," she said in her kindergarten teacher sing song voice. "I promise to do better if I get another chance. I just need to warm up a bit."
Well, you're not going to get a second chance
, I thought as I kissed Mark full on the mouth while ripping his shirt off. We were both standing, but not for long. I stepped back, removed my clothes and then pressed my aroused nipples against his bare chest. I nibbled on his lower lip, kissed his chin, and then continued down -- licking and kissing -- until I was on my knees. His previously semi rigid cock was now standing proud and straight... directly between my momma melons.
His hips involuntarily moved. Not much. Just enough to create a bit of friction between my boobs and his penis. I cupped my breasts around him and let a drizzle of saliva run down his length. With his pecker in a warm, wet place, his instincts took over and he was soon titty fucking me with long slow strokes. My head bent down and kissed his tip each time it appeared at the top of my cleavage. He stopped on an upstroke -- just long enough for me to lick his tiny hole -- and then continued to do what came natural to any man.
I had him. It was just a matter of time. Would he succumb during my first five minutes or would he have to pretend with Sugar for another round before I finished him off?
He hesitated. His hips stopped moving. Was this it? Was he going to come? Was I finally going to get the best of Mr. Mark Seiman? I glanced up at his face, expecting to see the familiar look every man gets -- a combined look of conquest and pleasure -- just before he shoots his load. But that's not what I saw in Mark's face, because he wasn't looking at me.
He was looking at Sugar, who was sitting cross legged on the dining room table with two fingers in her tiny blonde snatch. I don't know how long she'd been up there or how long Mark had been watching. Long enough to bring her close to climax and to distract Mark from his own. The cute pixy expression she wore when we first met was replaced by that of a nymph in heat; eyes glazed, cheeks flushed, mouth puckered into a perfect circle.
"Time to switch," Mark announced and abruptly pulled away.
The nymph on the table didn't move.
"Sugar. You're up," Mark said.
"On the floor," the little girl said with a deep commanding voice. "Get on your back and wait."
Mark and I looked at each other, both in a bit of shock.
"I think I'd better obey," Mark whispered, trying to sound like he was jesting.
Once Mark was in the proper position, Sugar did a forward flip off the table and rolled into a handstand... directly over Mark's supine body. With an act of upper body strength only Olympic gymnasts possess, Sugar lowered her mouth down to his erection, kissed the tip with her tiny lips and rimmed him with her tongue before returning to the handstand. Then, without returning her feet to the floor, she lowered her hips to elbow level with her legs spread eagled, pointed toes hovering just a few inches over Mark's shoulders. Her well prepared pussy was directly over his saliva lubricated pecker and, with a devilish smile, she slowly and deliberately lowered her body to the point where her well prepared, but tiny love snatch was perched directly over his wetted pecker head.
Now Mark was an extremely well-endowed man. Financially and physically, but it's the latter we'll be discussing here. And, although surprisingly athletic and nimble, Sugar was still a small woman with obvious limitations in what would and would not fit inside her. Just by looking, any reasonable person would agree there was no way Mark's fully erect cock would fit into Sugar's Lilliputian sized vaginal opening. But I wasn't dealing with reasonable people.
