Still Small, Rock Hard

The women that were previously behind me had now gathered around, and it seemed like the entire world was watching me and Ahab, **** to see if he's got a dick to match his tight, muscular body. The body of a man with all the money and time in the world, and he's busy at a hotel. Implications spring to mind, but they're hushed as I feel Ahab come to full mast.

"Oh my god..." I whisper, the sounds of the waves crashing against pool edges obscuring it. Ahab must have noticed a change, as he stopped half-moan to stare at my frozen fixture of his… manhood, for lack of a better term. He's rock hard, ready to fuck me silly… and he's at best, an inch and a half! Maybe 2, I can't tell without a ruler or nothing. My mind goes into shock as I sit there, holding his little baby-dick in my hand in a public pool, where children and families are more than likely to see. This is the kind of thing I would've done back in college, had the guy been big enough. Yet here I am, large breasts out for a guy with a micro-dick.

That's when something changed in me, for better or worse I'm not entirely sure.

A moment goes by before everything within me stops and I burst out laughing. My mind simply can't comprehend it— a guy who looks like he'd be an actor on Game of Thrones or whatever, blessed in every way, except he's too small to pleasure me with his dick. My heartstrings tug at the thought of any woman who's been with this guy… oh who am I kidding, he can't have fucked anybody. Not with this toddler-dick, at least. You'd be laughed out by every woman you'd manage to get, unless they were drunk or a complete idiot. As I release my iron grip, his little wooden rocket is exposed to the cold air, for all of us to see. My out of character laughing—loud enough to get the attention of any of the lifeguards—overtakes me for a brief moment, as Sailor Boy remains still, a statue to be mocked.

"You're seriously this small when you're hard!" I sputter in between heavy laughs and deep breaths for air. My pleasure, like a newfound sense of confidence, takes over my thought process, as I continue to berate him, the occasional verbal jab coming from one of the women surrounding us landing every time.

"I mean, seriously, this doesn't make sense!" I say, staring into his eyes with a sense of glee and bliss that only comes around once in a lifetime, or so they say. "I mean, my pinky is bigger than you when you're hard! If you weren't shaved I'd be worried about losing it in your pubic hair!" At this point, Ahab has gotten to the point where he no longer has to be restrained, and is sitting there, out in public, with his face red like a burnt Irishman as his dick is mocked by a woman he finds incredibly attractive. You can tell in some guys when they find you attractive, and the fact that Ahab was silent as a church mouse as Natalie and I and a bunch of strange women all berated him. Some women, however, began to move away, whether from the cruelty of my statements or the fear of getting kicked out, I'll never know.

I finally managed to calm down from it all when, looking up, I saw Ahab's face contorted in a mixture of pleasure and shame, as he stared at my nipples, still rock hard from the open air. It was then that I saw his teenie-weenie was twitching. One woman, a 30-something with large fake breasts and a slight tan, managed to put together what was going on when the words, "I think he's getting turned on!" ejaculated from her mouth like a bad taste had caught in her throat. Natalie, who had been quiet as I did my magic on Sailor Boy, finally chipped in with a urgent "Someone's coming!"

'Oh no' is the first thought that breaks my exhilaration as we see one of the lifeguards coming over to us. Panicked, the other women and I attempt to find the sabatogued swimwear that Ahab had, in the hope he can leave with some modesty. However, as if by karma, his little swimwear seemed to drift into a larger area, too far for any of us to get in reasonable time. My breasts heaved with my lungs as we desperately searched around for something to cover the man, lest he be revealed to the whole world. He might actually enjoy that, given his face not a moment ago.

As if by magic, the lifeguard teleported behind Ahab, a simple "Excuse me" enough to cause a panicked reaction amongst the few women who stayed— the others simply swam off, probably to not be kicked out during their vacation. Or worse.

The woman, a young 22-year old Latina girl, had a look within her eyes that undeniably meant that we we're going to have to face the music. As I stared up from my position in front of Ahab, I had rememebered my breasts were out. Reaching to grab the top, a sudden-yet-thundering "Don't move!" bellowed out of this tiny Latina girl. Rather attractive for someone so young, with a face clear as crystal and hips that could drive any college frat boy wild. Her tits also seemed to be too large for her frame - either that, or she was simply wearing a smaller lifeguard one-piece. As a result, hearing her thick, almost brutish voice was quite a shock to us.

"You lot have been making quite a mess of noise," she blurted in a militaristic tone, as if her job depended upon yelling at the customers. "I can see what you're doing from a mile away. This is a family-friendly establishment, so I'm going to have to ask that you all get your things and-"

She paused for a moment, her face contorting as if she'd smelled the dumpster of a bad tavern that hadn't been cleaned in years, "Ahab, is that you?" she asked hesitantly, worried about what she'd see. Nobody bothered to do anything, except for Ahab, who had a look that could give the Thousand-Yard-Stare a run for it's money. He continued doing his best Statue of David impression, before Natalie chimed in.

"Do you know each other very well?" she asked, a mark of slight hesitation on her voice at what she might say.

The Latina lifeguard immediately shot back, "Of course I know him, he tried to pull a fast one on me in the lockers a week ago. I might have, had he not been cursed with the smallest dick I've seen ever!" she said, holding up her pinky in a similar fashion that I had a few moments ago.

Snap. Just like that, Ahab's white seamen shot out of his tiny cock, before tumbling to the ground in a sexual climax he'd never had before, spread out on his knees in the waist-high water.

"Oh no," she cried, before talking into the small hand radio she had hidden, "we're gonna need to drain the pool! Code 12, bodily fluids have been spilt in the water-slide pool!"