Hot Tub, Summer in the City! 2

>Norman's phone woke him from a blissful sleep. He had been having brief dreams of Rarity.
>Most of them he wouldn't tell to his parents, but any night where Rarity was in a dream was a pleasure.
>The phone shook on the desk and blared its alert. He groped at the dresser before grasping the wailing phone.
>He looked down at the screen to see who was calling him. One glace at the phone piqued his curiosity.
"Hello?"
>"N-Norman?" a tiny voice squeaked out his name, just barely loud enough to be picked up by the receiver.
"Yes? Who is this?"
>"N-Nobody important," her voice shook, "I-I'm not supposed t-to be using the ph-phone---"
"What's wrong? Who is this?"
>Norman heard thumps in the background of the call and a distant voice.
>"I don't have a lot of t-time," she started to hyperventilate, "Can you c-come over?"
"Where?" Norman worried; the thumps grew louder and more hurried, "Why?"
>"Rarity's house," she said, "Come over t-tonight, please. I'll see y-you when you get there."
>He heard a loud crash followed by the interrupting click. He put down the phone and thought carefully about what he'd just heard.
>All he knew was that a woman had called him from an unknown number, with loud thumping and screaming coming closer to her.
>He started to get nervous. He wondered if he had just heard a woman's last words.
>He quickly grabbed his keys and bolted towards his car.
>The engine revved and the wheels squealed against the asphalt as Norman sped off towards Rarity's house.
>He ran up the driveway and pounded on the door, calling for someone to answer him.
>He reeled back to break down the door. He flung his fists forwards and braced for impact.
>The only impact he had was with the floor. Just before he had impacted the door, a tiny hand had pulled it open.
>Norman fell flat on his face onto the hardwood floor of the foyer.
>His vision started to blur and darken at the edges. A white moon hung in the black sky in his vision.
>"Oops," he heard a ghostly voice echo around him.
>He fought to keep his head up but his eyelids weren't having any of it. They shut like the door of a teenager's room and refused to open again.

>"Norman? Are you okay?"
>Norman felt the world drip into existence around him. The most dominant color in his vision was a glaring white.
>He was in a rather small room, barely bigger than a walk-in closet, which was made smaller by the addition of a towering vanity.
>His blurred reflection stared back at him as his touch started to come back.
>It felt as though he had awoken inside a cloud. The air around him was a cool, moist breeze.
>He was half-buried in the sheets. His shoulders sunk into the mattress like they were held with weights.
>"Hey," that voice called to him again, "Wake up, sleepyhead."
>Norman blinked until his vision was clear and looked up. Looming above him was a tiny girl with bright green eyes.
>Her mouth was turned up in a smile. Her puffy hair bounced with every motion of her moon-like face.
>She ran her hand along Norman's ear, his skin quivering from her delicate touch.
"Sweetie Belle? What happened? Where am I?"
>"Shhh," she placed a finger on his lips, "You hit your head pretty hard at the door. You're in my room."
>Norman blinked a couple more times and stared up at her bright face.
>He arched his back and pulled on his arms to stretch them.
>His hands felt like cinder-blocks. He looked to his right and his eyes widened in horror.
>His wrist was bound to the white bedpost, three loops of rope holding it tight to the wood.
>His breathing quickened and he looked to his left. His eyes were greeted with the same horrifying image.
>He pulled hard at the bonds and a sharp pain rang up his arm.
>He wondered if he had popped his joints from the force of his struggle.
>"Calm down, Norman," her squeaky voice was a painkiller, "You're going to hurt yourself."
"B-but," Norman's pants broke apart his words, "Why did you--?"
>"Well, it's kind of a long story," she rubbed her arm and sat on her thighs beside him, "Remember last night, when you came over to see my big sis?"
>Norman's face turned pale, but he didn't want to seem nervous.
"Yes, what about it?"
>"Well, I saw you and her. . .doing something," she avoided Norman's eye, "It looked like you were hugging, and Rarity was really happy about it."
"Yeah, but what does this have to do with me?" Sweetie Belle fidgeted like an anxious puppy.
"You made her so happy," she looked up at him, "and I was wondering if you can make me happy too?"

>The atmosphere of the room became four times heavier than it was just a few minutes before.
>Norman felt uncomfortable; his moral compass swung in every direction.
"Sweetie, listen. I can't help you with that."
>"What?" her voice started to quiver, "Why not?"
"You're too young for that sort of thing. And you shouldn't have been watching us in the first place."
>"But you made Rarity so happy! Why can't you make me happy, too?"
>Tears welled up at the bottom of her eyes and spilled down her cheeks.
"The answer is no, Sweetie Belle. Untie me and I won't tell Rarity."
>Sweetie's eyes suddenly went blank. Her smile faded from her face. She wasn't the kind to take no for an answer.
>"Fine," she squeaked. She clambered up to Norman's stomach. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her tiny frame hard into his torso.
>Norman fought to ignore the girl grinding against his body. This was made more difficult by the dull heat on his crotch.
>"If you don't want to make me happy," she purred, "I'll do it myself."
>She hugged him in a vise grip. Norman struggled against his bonds but was helpless to Sweetie's grinding.
>Norman bit his lip to keep himself from grunting. Sweetie lifted her torso off of him but kept her hips against his.
>She pulled her nightgown up and over her head, showing her bare breast to the bound man underneath her.
>Norman looked down to avoid the sight but found an ever worse sight to behold.
>A tiny pink triangle, emblazoned with an eighth-note, was mashing against his crotch.
>Her slim thighs held his hips in place. Norman shook his head as he felt blood rush into his crotch.
>He cursed his body for betraying him as the bulge pushed up into her groove.
>Sweetie groaned and looked down at his hips. She stopped her grinding, giving Norman a brief reprieve.
>"Norman," she said, pointing down. "What's that?"
"Nothing, Sweetie," he said, trying to shake her off, "Leave it alone."
>"Hey, isn't that what Rarity was looking at in the hot tub?"
>Norman swore under his breath as Sweetie got off of him. She sat between his legs and leaned back.
>Her bright pink panties were in full view, a tiny damp spot growing just below the music note.
>Norman's boner continued to grow, pressing tightly against his briefs.
>"I think Rarity did this," she brought her foot up and placed it lightly on his crotch.
>Norman grunted, which Sweetie was quick to notice. She began to move her foot back and forth over his underwear.

>Her foot clumsily stroked his shaft, a thin layer of fabric providing little protection.
>Her big toe ran along the mid line of his briefs. Pleasure stung him every time her toe flicked against his tip.
>Sweetie took her toe and gripped the waistband. She bent her knee and pulled the briefs down.
"Sweetie! Stop!" Norman pleaded with her, but she didn't seem to notice nor care.
>His briefs hung on his tip like they were hanging on a cliff. With a tiny bit of force the waistband snapped to his knees.
>Norman's cock sprung vertical, proudly displaying the arousal of its owner.
>"Hey! That's just like in the hot tub!"
>Norman cringed from Sweetie's innocence and the absurdity of the situation.
>This wasn't right. She's too young, but then again, why was he so aroused?
>She was like a mini-Rarity, with her white skin and similar frame.
>He was snapped out of his thoughts by Sweetie's chest.
>It was the first time he'd gotten a good look at the girl's torso.
>She sat just in front of his dick which rested between her buttocks.
>Her nipples hovered just a few inches in front of his face.
>Her chest was flat, as he would have expected, with only a slight bulge where her breasts would develop.
>She couldn't have been larger than an A-cup, she was more than likely a AA.
>Norman shut his lips and shook his head to show his disapproval.
>"Come on Norman," she pleaded, grinding her pubescent breasts against his face, "I saw you do it to Rarity. Why won't you do it for me?"
>Her assault was relentless. Soon she found a seam in his lips and her nipple slipped between them.
>Norman grunted and tried to expel her intrusion, but all it seemed to do was further satisfy her.
>He had no other option than to obey. He lightly sucked at her nipple while her moans filled his ears.
>He felt a burning patch of skin just above his groin. Slick rivers of fluid trickled down his hips onto the bed.
>"Norman!" Sweetie moaned, "Don't. . .stop. . ."
>It's not like Norman could have stopped anyway. He was helpless to whatever she wanted with him regardless of consent.
>His fears grew as Sweetie pulled her chest away.

>She looked over her shoulder to see Norman's cock batting against her butt.
>She stared at it with a sort of perplexity, wondering what it would do to her.
>She scooted herself backwards, bending his dick downwards and sliding against it.
>She yelped as his dick dragged along her burning folds, springing up just in front of her crotch.
>Norman's breath quickened and he again thrashed against his bonds.
"Sweetie! Wait! Please! You're not old enough for this!"
>Sweetie didn't seem to hear him. She gripped his shaft and poked it at her entrance.
>She was trying to remember how Rarity had done it. She couldn't see much below the waves that night.
>Norman's hips rocked from side to side as she lifted herself above his tip.
>She lowered her pussy onto his shaft, wincing from the pressure against her virgin folds.
>Norman couldn't watch; he shut his eyes and turned away. The heat of her pussy was the only sensation he felt.
>The pressure on her entrance grew as she slipped the tip inside.
>The pair groaned in pleasure as they started their consummation.
>Sweetie quivered she forced more of his shaft inside her tunnel.
>Norman thrashed from the intensity of the grip on his cock.
>Her pussy was unbelievably tight, so tight that he wondered if he was losing circulation to his tip.
>Her walls gripped him greedily and pulled him further inside. Her lips clamped onto his dick with an iron grip.
>Sweetie continued to descend until she felt another barrier inside her.
>She grunted and tried to force herself further down his shaft, but something was preventing her from doing so.
>She raised herself up. Norman moaned from his tip dragging against her constricted tunnel.
>When he realized what Sweetie was planning, his eyes went wide.
"Wait! Sweetie! Don't---!"
>Sweetie ignored his warning and slammed herself down, bursting her hymen in one swift motion.

>A horrible, blood-curdling wail rang through the empty house.
>Blood ran out of Sweetie's lips as her tunnel filled with Norman's shaft.
>She was openly wailing, tears streaming down her face as she fought to keep herself conscious.
"Sweetie! Please listen to me!"
>"Norman!" she screamed, "What's wrong? Why does it hurt?!"
"Calm down, Sweetie, please," his voice became more hushed and calming while Sweetie's grew more worried, "It's okay. It's just what happens when you do that the first time."
>"But why does it hurt," she wept.
"Shhhh, you need to calm down, Sweetie Belle," Norman wished he could hug her, "It'll stop hurting soon. It'll go back to feeling good, I promise."
>"Okay," she sniffed, "If you s-say so,"
>Sweetie brought her hips back up. Norman's cock reluctantly withdrew from its sleeve.
>With tears still running down her chest she pushed his dick inside her tunnel again.
>Slowly but surely she developed a steady rhythm. She was inexperienced and couldn't keep a steady tempo, but it didn't really matter.
>Norman felt like he was in another world. Her walls were tighter than anything he had felt before. Her ridges sucked against his shaft and pumped burning lubricant directly on his shaft.
>The blood formed rivers of heat but they paled in comparison to the inside of Sweetie Belle.
>Her buttocks rippled from the force of her thrusts. The pain had all but died away, replaced by a fiery pleasure.
>Waves of euphoria surged along the couple's spines. Norman wasn't sure he could last much longer.
>Every time she raised her hips his flared head pulled back a few drops of fluid.
>Sweetie's moans became higher-pitched and more frequent. Her body began to shake and quiver violently.
>Norman could tell she was approaching her climax, but he was sure she didn't know.
>Norman was so concerned with Sweetie's orgasm that he had forgotten about his own.
>Before he knew it a surge of cum started to pump towards his shaft.
>He tried to warn her but his moans got in the way. In addition, Sweetie was a time bomb.
>Her body thrashed randomly, all sense of rhythm thrown away as she succumbed to her body's assault.
>Before Norman could warn her, Sweetie's climax gripped her.

>Sweetie screamed as her body flushed with pleasure.
>Her stomach shook and her hips bucked against Norman's shaft.
>Jets of fluid shot from her lips, spraying onto Norman's stomach.
>It felt like someone had poured boiling water on him, but that wasn't the focus of his attention.
>If he thought she was tight before, then he wouldn't believe how much smaller she was now.
>Her walls latched onto his shaft, preventing it from retracting.
>She pumped burning cum onto his shaft before spilling out of her pussy.
>Her cervix bobbed up and down, kissing his tip in the hopes it would release.
>Norman couldn't fight back his orgasm; Sweetie's pussy was too persuasive.
>With a deep, rattling groan he surrendered to his climax.
>His cock twitched as his cum raced up the shaft. The first shot of semen burst out of his tip and splashed against her cervix.
>His load came in droves, pumping cum directly into her prepared pussy.
>It felt like he was shooting directly into her womb with every spurt.
>His orgasm seemed to last forever. some of his cum trickled down his shaft and onto his groin.
>Her pussy was so tight, however, that a majority of his load stayed inside her.
>Norman hoped that she wasn't old enough to produce eggs yet, otherwise she was sure to be fertilized.
>Sweetie Belle panted and rested against Norman's chest.
>Deep breaths filled Norman's lungs as he fought to make sense of the last twenty minutes.
>With the last of her strength, Sweetie untied Norman's bonds and rested on his body.
>Norman's cock shrunk enough to slip out of her widened pussy.
>The bed was stained with blood and semen. Sweetie lay broken and tired on top of Norman.

>Norman rolled Sweetie onto her back. She lay on the bed, completely drained of energy.
>Norman pulled out the sheet from under her and balled it up. He was going to wash it at home so Rarity didn't get suspicious.
>He gave Sweetie a kiss on the forehead and got himself dressed. He felt ashamed and yet so relieved.
>Although he never wanted to admit it, he had always lusted after Sweetie Belle. She was just like Rarity in every way.
>The way she dressed, acted, talked, slept, looked and lived was EXACTLY like her big sister.
>He knew she would grow into a beautiful woman, but for now she was still young.
>"Th-Thank you, Norman," she groaned before sliding into sleep.
>Norman smiled back at her and headed for the door. On his way out he noticed her dampened panties resting just in front of the door.
>Thinking Rarity would see them, he picked them up and pocketed them.
>Besides, he thought, it would always be a souvenir of that night.
>The night he slept with Rarity's sister.

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