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Note: This story deals with size comparison, some small penis humiliation, and big cock worship. Obviously this story is pure fantasy and has nothing to do with reality or the way 99.999999999% of people actually think and feel. Please excuse any mistakes. I didn't read it over.
Part 1
It was nearing midnight, and in the 30 minutes since Id introduced myself Id learned her name and not much else. Karen didnt seem interested in talking, and frankly, that was fine by me. Wed spent most of the time grinding on the dance floor, and then Id pulled her over to a booth, where she immediately positioned herself over my lap and planted her mouth on my neck. I had a strong feeling Id be taking her home. Her weight was pressing into my groin. I was a little drunk and dazed, but I could feel my cock hardening as though it were the only part of my body with nerves.
She held my face in her hands and kissed me. She pulled back, looked me in the eye, and said, Youre fucking hot. Know that?
Thank you, I said, laughing.
She laughed too. I could tell that I wasnt the only one who was a little drunk, not surprisingly. Then she said, I bet you have a big dick. Is it big?
What? I asked. Id heard her, but I was taken aback. No woman had asked me that before. No woman had ever brought it up. I didnt know what to say, and I wasnt at my sharpest either. Aside from the alcohol buzz, Karen was absolutely stunning, and beauty has the effect of stealing a few IQ points from men. All the right curves, long legs, short dress, dark hair, perky nose, and full lips, she was easily one of the most beautiful women in the club that night. After a pause, I said, Uh, I dont know.
You dont know? You dont know if you have a huge cock or not? Are you sure, Jake? You look like the kind of guy who would. Tall, confident. You can tell me. Its hot. Dont be embarrassed.
I didnt know what the hell to say. The truth is, I dont have a big cock. Its barely average. I measured it once a few years ago. Just about five inches in length. Maybe four and half in girth, as far as I can remember. Never bothered me before. Never gave it much thought. Some guys worry about that sort of thing, Im sure, but not me. Im no Casanova, but Ive never had trouble attracting women. All I could think to say was, Never had any complaints.
I bet you havent, big boy, she said, not losing a beat. Well, let me just see for myself, hmm?
She brought her hands to my crotch and gave my cock a good squeeze, stroked its length. I knew I was rock hard. I saw her face drop. She said,
Oh.
What? I said.
I guess, I dont know, I guess youre not my type.
What do you mean? Things were--
Its little.
I was crushed, like a kick to the chest. No. What? Its not lit
You coulda just told me you have a small dick. Woulda saved some time.
She pulled herself off of me. So thats it? I said, stunned.
What can I tell you? I like a man with a big fucking penis on him. You dont have one. So unless you know someone around here with a horse cock swinging between his legs, I think theres not much else we can do for each other. Ok, bye.
I couldnt believe it. I was angry. Its one thing to have preferences, but she was so blunt about it. My self esteem was on the floor. But I still wanted to fuck her. Desperately, Ill admit. She was beautiful. And while it frustrated me, I have to admit that I was also turned on by her way of talking straight about her lust and her sexual needs. I didnt want to give up a night with her.I knew it was dumb. I knew I shouldnt do it, but I said, Wait.
She looked back. Hmm?
I do know someone who has what you want, I said. It was true. I wasnt close with him. Hed come to the club with my group of guys. A friend of a friend. But Id heard the rumors. We all had. Didnt mean much to me, but its not something you forget either. I decided to talk straight myself.
Look, I said, if I put you together, I stay in the picture, ok? We all go back to my place. I want to fuck you.
She thought a moment. If hes pretty seriously hung, ok. All right.
I told her to give me a moment to find him and tell him something. I got her number so I wouldnt lose her. I found Aaron and filled him in. Well, sorta. I told him Id met a knockout and she was looking to fuck. I told him Karen had seen him across the floor and liked his look. Im not sure what shes thinking, I said. Maybe theres a friend. Maybe she wants a threesome with us.
Shes hot? he asked.
Extremely, I said. And Aaron was game. He wanted in. Guess the guys not a prude.
I texted Karen and found her by the bar. I introduced Aaron. She sized him up, as best she could. I mean, nobody was sober. The music was fucking loud. Were all yelling into each others ears. She was on him in like five seconds. Just leaned in to say something and next thing I know theyre making out. She was pushing her thigh up into his crotch, and soon enough her hands darted down. I said, Let me pay my tab.
Ok, Aaron said, looking pleased.
Deals a deal, Karen said. She stood in front of him when she said this to me, but I could see her hand was behind her back. I knew she was stroking his cock through his pants.
I went to pay my tab, and when I came back, you guessed it, they were fucking gone. I waited, looked around. Thought maybe they went out onto the dance floor or, fuck, maybe into a bathroom stall. But I couldnt find them and they didnt turn up. I texted Karen three times. I got Aarons number from my friend and texted him too. Nothing. I was pissed, but I cant say I was shocked. 45 minutes after I lost them, I got a text from Karen.
sorry. cant wait for big dick! but heres something to remember me by. And then a picture came through. It was Karen. Her face wasnt entirely visible. Just her mouth. But I knew. The clothes were the same. She was kneeling on the floor, clearly several feet from the camera. She had the biggest smile on her face. Her left arm was folded back, the hand in a fist by her face. With her right hand, she held a giant cock to her left forearm. The comparison was apt. The dick was nearly as long and as thick as her forearm. It bulged out of her hand. It looked like an entirely different sex organ from what I have, like we were different species. You could see Aarons hands pulling at her shoulders, getting ready to thrust into her mouth, no doubt. Depressed, I looked at her smile. I deleted her number and thought to myself, Who the fuck took that picture?
Part 1
It was nearing midnight, and in the 30 minutes since Id introduced myself Id learned her name and not much else. Karen didnt seem interested in talking, and frankly, that was fine by me. Wed spent most of the time grinding on the dance floor, and then Id pulled her over to a booth, where she immediately positioned herself over my lap and planted her mouth on my neck. I had a strong feeling Id be taking her home. Her weight was pressing into my groin. I was a little drunk and dazed, but I could feel my cock hardening as though it were the only part of my body with nerves.
She held my face in her hands and kissed me. She pulled back, looked me in the eye, and said, Youre fucking hot. Know that?
Thank you, I said, laughing.
She laughed too. I could tell that I wasnt the only one who was a little drunk, not surprisingly. Then she said, I bet you have a big dick. Is it big?
What? I asked. Id heard her, but I was taken aback. No woman had asked me that before. No woman had ever brought it up. I didnt know what to say, and I wasnt at my sharpest either. Aside from the alcohol buzz, Karen was absolutely stunning, and beauty has the effect of stealing a few IQ points from men. All the right curves, long legs, short dress, dark hair, perky nose, and full lips, she was easily one of the most beautiful women in the club that night. After a pause, I said, Uh, I dont know.
You dont know? You dont know if you have a huge cock or not? Are you sure, Jake? You look like the kind of guy who would. Tall, confident. You can tell me. Its hot. Dont be embarrassed.
I didnt know what the hell to say. The truth is, I dont have a big cock. Its barely average. I measured it once a few years ago. Just about five inches in length. Maybe four and half in girth, as far as I can remember. Never bothered me before. Never gave it much thought. Some guys worry about that sort of thing, Im sure, but not me. Im no Casanova, but Ive never had trouble attracting women. All I could think to say was, Never had any complaints.
I bet you havent, big boy, she said, not losing a beat. Well, let me just see for myself, hmm?
She brought her hands to my crotch and gave my cock a good squeeze, stroked its length. I knew I was rock hard. I saw her face drop. She said,
Oh.
What? I said.
I guess, I dont know, I guess youre not my type.
What do you mean? Things were--
Its little.
I was crushed, like a kick to the chest. No. What? Its not lit
You coulda just told me you have a small dick. Woulda saved some time.
She pulled herself off of me. So thats it? I said, stunned.
What can I tell you? I like a man with a big fucking penis on him. You dont have one. So unless you know someone around here with a horse cock swinging between his legs, I think theres not much else we can do for each other. Ok, bye.
I couldnt believe it. I was angry. Its one thing to have preferences, but she was so blunt about it. My self esteem was on the floor. But I still wanted to fuck her. Desperately, Ill admit. She was beautiful. And while it frustrated me, I have to admit that I was also turned on by her way of talking straight about her lust and her sexual needs. I didnt want to give up a night with her.I knew it was dumb. I knew I shouldnt do it, but I said, Wait.
She looked back. Hmm?
I do know someone who has what you want, I said. It was true. I wasnt close with him. Hed come to the club with my group of guys. A friend of a friend. But Id heard the rumors. We all had. Didnt mean much to me, but its not something you forget either. I decided to talk straight myself.
Look, I said, if I put you together, I stay in the picture, ok? We all go back to my place. I want to fuck you.
She thought a moment. If hes pretty seriously hung, ok. All right.
I told her to give me a moment to find him and tell him something. I got her number so I wouldnt lose her. I found Aaron and filled him in. Well, sorta. I told him Id met a knockout and she was looking to fuck. I told him Karen had seen him across the floor and liked his look. Im not sure what shes thinking, I said. Maybe theres a friend. Maybe she wants a threesome with us.
Shes hot? he asked.
Extremely, I said. And Aaron was game. He wanted in. Guess the guys not a prude.
I texted Karen and found her by the bar. I introduced Aaron. She sized him up, as best she could. I mean, nobody was sober. The music was fucking loud. Were all yelling into each others ears. She was on him in like five seconds. Just leaned in to say something and next thing I know theyre making out. She was pushing her thigh up into his crotch, and soon enough her hands darted down. I said, Let me pay my tab.
Ok, Aaron said, looking pleased.
Deals a deal, Karen said. She stood in front of him when she said this to me, but I could see her hand was behind her back. I knew she was stroking his cock through his pants.
I went to pay my tab, and when I came back, you guessed it, they were fucking gone. I waited, looked around. Thought maybe they went out onto the dance floor or, fuck, maybe into a bathroom stall. But I couldnt find them and they didnt turn up. I texted Karen three times. I got Aarons number from my friend and texted him too. Nothing. I was pissed, but I cant say I was shocked. 45 minutes after I lost them, I got a text from Karen.
sorry. cant wait for big dick! but heres something to remember me by. And then a picture came through. It was Karen. Her face wasnt entirely visible. Just her mouth. But I knew. The clothes were the same. She was kneeling on the floor, clearly several feet from the camera. She had the biggest smile on her face. Her left arm was folded back, the hand in a fist by her face. With her right hand, she held a giant cock to her left forearm. The comparison was apt. The dick was nearly as long and as thick as her forearm. It bulged out of her hand. It looked like an entirely different sex organ from what I have, like we were different species. You could see Aarons hands pulling at her shoulders, getting ready to thrust into her mouth, no doubt. Depressed, I looked at her smile. I deleted her number and thought to myself, Who the fuck took that picture?