Small Cock Big Love

DISCLAIMER

: Nothing in this story is real or should be considered as such. This story contains elements of cheating, cuckolding, sph, and dirty talk. There's also an element of breath play but not in the usual way. And yes, it also features sexual acts between consenting adults. Comments and ratings are both greatly encouraged and welcome as writers live and thrive off them. I hope you enjoy delving into my insane mind.

NOTE

: This story features fetishes that not everyone will be into. There are very heavy themes of small penis humiliation and cuckolding but if you've read most of my stories you know that there's a bit more to it. However, because of these themes, there's a lot of humiliation that might not be your cup of tea. I hope you enjoy it none-the-less.

SMALL COCK, BIG LOVE

"Do you have to do that here?" I asked, attempting to subtly acknowledge the events beside me while pretending not to pay attention to them.

Diana hummed an "mm-hmm" in answer and continued to bob her head in the lap of the guy she picked up at the comic shop. I waited to see if she'd add anything else. When she didn't, I sighed and continued to stare straight ahead at the television.

The whole exchange was all a show, as much for Diana and I's benefit as for the tubby nerd in the middle of the best blowjob of his life. The volume on the tv wasn't very high but it might as well have been muted with the way I was concentrating on the sounds next to me. The soft puffs of breath coming from Di's nose, the light slurps of her mouth as her lips slid steadily along his length, the grunts and groans of pleasure.

Having waited long enough, I turned to look at them.

My girlfriend's latest plaything sat on the opposite end of the sofa with Diana positioned between us. She was bent over at the waist, one hand cradling his balls, the other encircling his base, and her lips wrapped around his shaft.

"What was your name again?"

"Ben," Diana said, lifting her face from his dick and noisily beating him off. She didn't turn my way and instead just stared appreciatively at the impressive member inches from her mouth.

"Ken," the guy corrected and dug his fingers into her copper-colored hair.

"Mmm... big-dicked Ken," she sang, lowering her face back down.

I watched her descend onto his shaft. She gagged lightly when his fat, flared head nudged at her throat, but like my "frustration," the retching was mostly an act. Guys just loved hearing a girl choke on their dick. She gagged twice more -- extending everyone's enjoyment a fraction longer -- before accepting his length down her esophagus.

The sinful sight of a visible bulge traveling across my girlfriend's neck never failed to excite me.

Lost in pleasure, Ken instinctively pressed on the back of her skull and shoved her head further down. Di removed her hand from his base. The last few inches disappeared into her gullet, and she choked and coughed but held her ground, only coming up for air after nearly half a minute of suffocating on cock. "Fuck, yes," she panted, turning her blazing green eyes my way. "Your peanut sized prick could never."

Like everyone else my girlfriend brought home, Ken was unattractive, slovenly, and incredibly endowed. But that was what we agreed upon. That was what worked for us. A schlubby guy with a big prick. The type of man Diana would have never gone for... except for the stiff club in his pants. The size of which let him violate her in ways I never could.

"Mmph mmph mmph mmph!" With Di's encouragement, Ken pistoned her face onto his dick. The majority of his shaft stayed buried in her throat while three inches near the base rapidly pumped in and out out her mouth. Watching her lips almost forcefully meet his hips, her small nose bop against his thigh, and her eyes clench nearly shut in determination made my below average cock throb. Her red tresses bounced at a beat timed to the wet sounds of her oral assault. A minute passed, then two. It wasn't until three whole minutes of uninterrupted face-fucking passed that Ken relented and Diana popped off his dick. "Hnnnhhh.... Hnnnnhhh.... Hhhnnnhhh..."

Strained, heavy, wheezing gasps sputtered from her throat and she grasped a hand to her chest. Ken cocked an eyebrow. "Hey, are you okay?"

Di nodded vigorously but continued to struggle for breath. Reaching into the drawer of the couch's side table, I removed her inhaler and handed it over. Ken's eyes bugged out of his head. Slipping the nozzle between her lips, Diana compressed the inhaler and cleared her lungs with a hiss. Her breathing returned to normal, and she grinned up at her big-dicked playdate. "Mmmm... I love it when a cock can actually take my breath away."

"Fuuuucckkkk."

That line never ceased to blow the minds of the guys she fooled around with, especially when she followed it up with one last long and slow suck all the way down his length. "Now I want you to do to my pussy what you just did to my throat."

"What about him?" Ken at last acknowledged my voyeuristic presence, and I had to commend him. Most guys jumped right into ignoring or alpha-ing. They relished the opportunity to show-up a more traditionally attractive guy. But he actually asked and gave Di a chance to take the initiative.

"He's fine," she said dismissively and sat up on the couch. She pulled the gaming shirt she wore over her head and quickly unsnapped her bra, tossing both garments aside. Ken's mouth watered at the sight of her unrestrained breasts. Topped with cherry red nipples, the two large globes hung and swayed with her movements, heavy, full, and round. They were big on their own but appeared even more so on her slim frame. She placed a hand on Ken's shoulder and leaned over to tug at her jeans, turning her gaze my way. "Show him."

While I worked at my joggers, Di slipped her off jeans and pushed her panties down her legs. "You, too," she told Ken, startling him out of his stupor. "Pants."

Ken had been cupping and massaging one of her tits, his eyes obsessing over their size and how they moved and felt in his palm. He snapped to attention once my girlfriend gave her order, and within moments his denim and hers had formed a pile on the floor.

Di swung a leg over his body and sat onto his hairy thighs. She helped him remove his shirt, temporarily blocking his sightline to her snatch. His eyes hadn't left my girlfriend's pussy since she straddled him. You could see him committing to memory her visible inner lips, her plump outer ones, and the dark patch of wiry hair decorating her mound.

"See?" she said, gesturing to me with her chin. Her hand slowly pumped up and down Ken's length, her slit resting against the base of his shaft and disappearing under his nest of pubes. Their eyes turned to me and Ken almost burst out laughing. He held himself back until Diana's giggle granted him permission and he chuckled along with her. The sound played like music to my loins. "He loves it." In contrast to Ken, my chest and stomach were trim and toned, with muscles lining the surface. My pubic hair was also nonexistent, shaved clean to better show my dick, which also contrasted his but in an entirely different way. The minuscule member stood erect at barely four inches. The bit of foreskin around its tip gave it a shy as well as diminutive appearance. "His small, ineffective prick can't get enough."

Diana lifted herself up, positioned Ken's cocktip at her hole, and sank down with a gasp.

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Uncovering my love of humiliation and cock mockery happened nearly by accident. I had come home from a former frat-mate's birthday party drunk as hell and horny beyond belief. I awkwardly carried Di to the bedroom from the couch, tossing her onto the mattress and collapsing down next to her. We quickly undressed and she climbed on top of me, taking her favorite position.

In our year and a half together, Diana never once complained about sex with me despite my size. She usually only got off when I went down on her or played with her pussy, but our fucking still brought on passionate pants and aggressive grunts. She liked it intense, and that night was no different. However, as often happened during particularly enthusiastic sessions, I kept slipping out of her.

"I'm sorry," I mumbled after my cock popped free for the third time and deflated in embarrassment.

"It's okay." She said, frantically trying to pump me back up. I drunkenly apologized again, and she reiterated, "It's really fine."

Watching her on top of me concentrating on my soft package, having to use her fingers to effectively stimulate me, something stirred within my psyche. A hidden desire I had buried that pushed through the alcohol-soaked mush of my brain. "No, it's not," I slurred, drawing her attention to me. "You know it's not." With a dark eyebrow cocked in confusion, Diana stared at me quizzically, but the fantasy had taken root in my mind. I imagined her saying the insulting things brewing in my brain, and my cock rose in response. "Tell me it's not."

"It's not okay." My shaft thickened between her fingers, and she increased the speed of her jerks. "It's really not." Diana's breath grew shallow and heavy, her arousal and mine increasing with every word. "It ruins the mood. I get so frustrated every time it happens."

"Why does it keep happening?"

If my cock wasn't dripping precum onto her fingers, if my voice wasn't quivering with excitement, maybe Diana would have hesitated, stopped herself from saying what so easily slipped past her lips: "Because you're so fucking small."

I groaned, pushing my hips toward her pistoning hand. My cock had returned to full hardness, even stiffer and more erect than when we started. Di released me and scrambled upward, her large breasts swinging, wetness glistening her lips. She dug her nails into my shoulders and dropped down onto me, a mutual moan mingling and mixing as my entire unimpressive length sheathed into her. She craned her neck back and gasped an "Oh fuck" before swinging back to meet me face to face. "I can barely feel you inside of me."

Gripping my shoulders for support, Di rode me like a sex crazed cowgirl.

Throughout her erratic bouncing and between our shared gasps and moans, she lost herself in insulting me. And I just continued to egg her on, my drunken state granting me both longevity and unfiltered perversity. "Have you always felt this way?"

"Yes," Diana hissed and gritted her teeth. "Always. I've always thought you were fucking small. I can never cum because your pathetic dick keeps slipping out and fucking ruining everything." Her pussy was soaked, and the speed of her movements caused the mattress beneath us to creak and shake and moan along with her. "I get more pleasure... from my finger... than you."

On it went -- Di telling me how unsatisfied my cock left her, how I was the smallest guy she'd ever been with -- all while her voice grew fainter and her words more labored. She bucked and bounced on top of me, breasts jiggling and hair swinging, and I realized just how turned on it all made her. The dangerously shallow breaths. The flushed skin. The quivering. It hit me like a slap to the face: my girlfriend was actually about to climax while fucking me.

No amount of alcohol-fueled resilience could have prevented what happened next.

Mouth twisting into a grimace and hands clamping down onto Diana's thighs, I came.

In the midst of her frenzied movements, Di's eyes expanded into saucers. And then that shock morphed into anger. "No!" she snarled, her fucking growing aggressive enough to almost hurt. "Don't you dare! Don't you dare, you fucking asshole!" Her walls spasmed, her legs clamped tighter, and her words turned incoherent. "Fucking small-dicked fucking worthless pathetic small fuck fuck fuck small fucking FUCK!"

On top of my already spent body, Diana shrieked and came.

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"God, that feels so fucking good," my girlfriend said, her fingers digging into her scalp and giving her hair a wild and untamed look. She rocked up and down, gradually taking more and more of Ken's fat hog into her snatch. She could have likely done it in just one -- albeit careful -- go but the slow and measured pace added to everyone's pleasure.

Di enjoyed the sensation of a cock spearing deeper and deeper into her. I oozed at the sight of a thick dick stretching my girlfriend open in ways that I never could. And Ken loved the concept of his dick being too big for a tight, hot, asthmatic redhead like Di, one used to a much smaller and more unsatisfying prick. Of course, I had to pretend not to delight in any of it, embarrassingly and reluctantly putting up with my philandering girlfriend's cock-hungry desires.

"Are you enjoying that big dick inside of you?" Ken asked, placing his hands on Diana's trim waist. He guided her faster, increasing the tempo of her motions and forcing his dick into her at a speedier rate. Di nodded in response and gazed at him longingly, lips parted and eyes full of lust. "Must be nice to finally fuck a real cock."

I watched the smile spread across my girlfriend's face as her fuck-buddy finally leaned into the role. She rode him harder, encouraging his behavior, and her next descent had her wet slit arriving at the base of his flagpole.

"Oh, yes. This is so much better than having to put up with his pathetic shrimp dick for so long." Ken groaned and moved his hands from Di's waist back to her breasts. With her fully bottomed out and energetically humping him, he concentrated on those soft, massive globes, joyfully squeezing and massaging them with his chubby hands. Di arched her back into his touch and glanced over at me. "I see that your peanut prick also enjoys me getting stretched open by a cock that could -- oh fuck -- eat it for breakfast."

Diana's eyes rolled back momentarily, her body convulsing from the things she said and Ken pinching at her nipples. She regained her composure and glared at me. "Doesn't it, you useless small-dicked waste-of-space?"

I sighed. The muscles of my arm strained against the urge to reach down and jerk off to the depravity. "Yes. My tiny dick loves watching your pussy get stuffed by superior cock." A constant stream of slick, translucent slime leaked from my tip and flowed over my foreskin and down the short distance of my shaft. "You can see that."

"Yes, but I like fucking hearing it," Di growled. Her upper lip curled like she smelt something rank and she spat at me, "You better not even think about fingering your little dick-clit over this. And you..." She faced Ken again and her disgust melted away into a dreamy expression. "Fuck me until I can't breathe."

Diana half-laughed, half-wailed as Ken swore loudly rammed his fat cock into her bouncing body. Juices gushed from her folds, soaking his baseball bat in a coat of natural lube. It seemed almost unnatural, all that dick disappearing into her body.

The two rutted against each other, and the complete contrast in their physique drove me to the brink of lustful insanity. My girlfriend, slim and fit, massive boobs and a beautiful face; this chubby, hairy nobody, in awe over the beauty riding his beast.

"Fuck that hot body onto my big cock." Ken said, his words blurting out in a rapid stream. "Show your jock boyfriend how much better I am than him."

"You're... so much... better. He may... look good... but he... fucks for shit -- Ahh!" Ken popped off the couch. Di's body flew backward and landed against the wooden coffee table with a slam. The air left her lungs, and I almost bolted over and threw him off her, but she flashed me a glance and I stayed where I was. Meanwhile, our slovenly friend continued to fuck into her, not even missing a beat. Di struggled to speak, using up what little oxygen she had left. "He could... never... do that. Fucking... toss... me... with his... dick. Oh god... so close... so..."

Diana and Ken's new position and my stationary spot on the couch meant that much of the real action was now hidden from me. I could no longer see that thick shaft forcing my girlfriend's pussy open. Ken's large body blocked my view. But I could see that rotund form between her spread thighs, the hypnotic and erratic movements of her breasts, the quiver of her arms and chest -- and the inhaler clutched tightly in her hand.

I could also still hear them.

"Yeah, you beta cuck bitch. So pathetic your girl needs to find a real man to fuck her," Ken said over the noisy slaps of their bodies and struggling gasps of Di. His words weren't any I hadn't heard before. Guys in his position loved saying exactly that. But just because they were familiar didn't mean they didn't cause my cock to drip. The effect was aphrodisiatic, for me and my girlfriend. "Her pussy is going to be like a cavern to your sad prick."

Diana's throat seized up and her left hand slammed down onto the table, gripping its edge. Jerking her inhaler to her mouth, she compressed down, took a deep drag, and came.

Like all the men before him, the sight of my breathless girlfriend filling her lungs with medicine while orgasming on his shaft proved too much for Ken. With a strangled whimper and a series of grunts, he unloaded into Di's spasming cunt as she removed her inhaler and released a set of ecstasy laced broken moans and giggles of her own.

"Happy now?" I said, feigning exasperation once they were done and Ken had flopped back onto the couch.

"Yeah," Di sighed. She remained on the coffee table, a satisfied grin on her face. Her lower lips were swollen and open, a puddle of cum beneath them. She waved her hand dismissively at Ken. "That was great, but you can go."

Despite his exuberance during the dominating dirty talk, in the afterglow of climax, Ken had reverted back to a more docile state. If anything, he was more eager to leave, that awkward, inexplicable post-coital shame washing over him. He slipped on his pants and pulled his shirt back over his head, tugging it down to cover up his stomach. "Um, if you want to maybe do this again, I can give you my number."

"Sorry," Di said, still languidly staring up at the ceiling. "I told you before: only one ride per customer."

"Oh, yeah, sure, okay." He stood for a moment and glanced to where I still remained on the couch, naked with my groin covered in slimy pre-cum. It was unlikely he was going to say anything. A couple times previously someone did, but Ken seemed the type to just scamper off. Sure enough, with a "thanks" to Diana, he left the living room and made his way out.

The second Ken left our sight, Di lifted her head from the table and locked her green eyes with me. We listened to his footsteps growing further and further away, until we heard the front door clack open and then click back closed. The entire time, Di's eyes never left mine.

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The morning after our drunken fuck session, Diana and I laid naked in each other's arms. She was still half on top of me, both of us having passed out following our mutually mind-blowing orgasms. We'd been awake but silent for almost half an hour, Di's fingers running up and down on my chest for the last few minutes.

"You know that I don't think you--"

"Stop." Di and I reeked of sex and uncertainty, but the thing I didn't want on us was the smell of regret or shame. "Don't--"

"It's just that I was so caught up in everything last night and I--"

"Di."

"You we're so into it and it made me feel--"

"Di."

"I can't believe I said all those--"

"Diana." I grabbed her hand in mine, bringing its nervous stroking to a stop. I gave it a small squeeze. "It's okay that you enjoyed it. Because I guarantee you didn't enjoy it half as much as I did." She raised her face to mine, a thankful and relieved smile on her lips. "The way you acted and the things you said... fuck, it was so hot. Even if it was humiliating. Especially because it was humiliating."