SPH-THEMED EROTICA STORIES

My name is Steve. Not that that matters. I was an average college guy who hung out at nightclubs just trying to get laid like any other dude. I drew the line at thin. With college chicks, this wasn’t hard to find. If she had a nice butt, I was down. I didn’t care for boobs and preferred they be small, and if she was homely but fit, I was horny and fine.

One night, I met this average-looking brunette coed who had my perfect body. She looked like a runner. Her butt was perfectly round, fit, and small. Her breasts were triple A. I loved this! Her biceps and pecs were nicely defined; I’d lose if we arm wrestled. We danced, flirted, and sucked face. I was visibly hard when she teasingly grabbed my crotch.

It was after midnight when Lisa asked me to come to her apartment. I immediately agreed.

When we got there, I could tell she had roommates. She offered me a beer; we started making out in the living room. I was in a chair, and she was straddling me while I groped her perfect ass. When she bent forward, I saw her nipples on her slight chest. It got me semi-hard again. My goal was to get Lisa into her bedroom. Her goal was about to become clear. With the way she ‘pantsed me’ with such authority, I thought maybe she was going to blow me.

But when she saw my dick, she was clearly disappointed.

I didn’t think I was small. Full disclosure: I’m not well-endowed either. But when I’m fully hard–which I wasn’t–I’m close to five inches.

“It gets bigger,” I said, almost kind of pleading for approval.

“Don’t move a muscle,” Lisa said as she got up and disappeared down the hallway.

She ordered me to freeze with such authority and conviction, I just sat there with my pants down. Unfortunately for me, my penis was soft and limp. And yes, it looked quite small.

She returned with a roommate who had a very similar hot, fit body and was way better looking. They stood over me and looked at my small limp penis and looked at each other.

“I see what you mean,” the roommate said. And they disappeared again.

I sat there alone. It was quiet for maybe five minutes. I sipped the last of my beer, afraid to move. My pants remained at my ankles. My penis was as soft as it could be.

That’s when I started hearing the creaking of a bed. And a headboard rhythmically bumping the wall next to the kitchen. The bumps became thumps, growing louder and louder.

I didn’t know what to think. Who was fucking in a bedroom? It wouldn’t be Lisa, right?

I contemplated getting up and leaving.

Then came the groans and the moans. The rocking was so harsh I thought the picture frame in the kitchen was going to come off the wall. The woman started shouting.

“Fuck me deeper, Fuck me deeper!”

She screamed of both of their orgasmic successes.

My limp penis heard it all too. And it started to get a rise from the erotic noises.

This was too weird.

Just as I was about to get up to leave, Lisa returned, walking straight toward me. Her hand was cupped over her pussy; she was completely nude. Her hair looked like she just got home from a car ride in a convertible.

As I started to rise, she playfully shoved me back into the chair. Then, with only one strong arm looped under my knees, she pulled me forward until my back was resting on the seat of the chair. She quickly straddled me in the same way she had before, only this time Lisa was higher up. Her knees pinned down my shoulders, and her pussy was directly over my face.

I’ll confess I’ve gone down on a woman on a one-night stand several times before, but this was entirely different.

I looked up at her neatly trimmed pubic hair, and it was clearly damp. Like, she was the one who just got laid in a back bedroom.

Her nude body looked every bit as sexy as I had imagined it would (sans her wet, matted pubic hair).

She reached behind and started fondling my semi-hard dick and lowered her quim directly on my mouth. I really had no choice but to lick her. And I was admittedly turned on by her sexy nude body. But I worried about why her pussy was wet. I subconsciously knew. My hint was when I saw her hand covering her pussy when she came from the hallway.

Oh, she came from the hallway, alright.

It didn’t take very long for the proof in the pudding. The globs of sperm were creamy and thick, like pudding, but the taste was NOT sweet like the dessert. But I–humiliatingly–gobbled it up.

I was eating a man’s cum. That was a first. And there was a lot. And it was gross. But somehow she–and the experience at that moment–was turning me on. After thoroughly cleaning her vagina of every last drop of sperm, I honed in on her clitoris. I wanted to make her come before she made me come. She vigorously stroked my hard cock. I wanted to ‘win’ at something after the humiliating defeat of getting cuckolded on a one-night stand.

But Lisa had other ideas. She stepped off of me and got down on her knees like she was going to blow me.

“Show me how you do it?” she said while grabbing one of my hands and placing it on my own dick.

I’d never jerked off in front of a girl before. Plenty have jacked me, but none have ever asked me to stroke while they watched. I was so horny I wanted to cum and just get out of there.

When I started stroking, she grabbed my other hand and placed it on my nuts.

“Caress your balls,” she said.

Every time she spoke, it was like an order. A demand. A hot-bodied female coed running the show. Lisa placed her strong hands on each of my hamstrings. She pushed my knees up to my shoulders. I felt really exposed. My butthole was splayed just out in the open.

This tense position heightened my pleasure; my stroking wouldn’t last long. But–or should I say butt–I was too embarrassed to even look at Lisa in this submissive position.

But a glance up revealed a roommate. I suddenly saw a gorgeous woman standing over us too.

“Make him finger his butthole,” was the next unexpected demand.

Lisa grasped my testicle caressing hand and brought it to my lips. I sheepishly licked my index finger, almost giving it head so there’d be lots of saliva on it when I inserted it up my bum.

No one needed to tell me what I was supposed to do next, yet another instruction followed.

“Open your mouth wide and leave it open,” Lisa ordered.

I was still clueless as to where I was headed. It didn’t take long to find out.

Lisa sensed my pending orgasm.

I fingered my butthole slowly in and slowly out while I stroked my small, hard shaft. I admit it. My penis is small. My performance felt humiliating and embarrassing. But I really wanted to cum. I even relubricated my index finger without thinking of choosing a different one. I wanted to get this sex night over with before anything else weird might happen.

Coulda, woulda, shoulda. I wasn’t fast enough.

My strong one-night stand date–who cuckold me and fed me her cum filled pussy–thrust her hands under my back and effortlessly lifted my butt to the ceiling until my small hard dick was just inches above my own open mouth.

The two college girls towered over me, smiling at their power and my submission.

I guess eating one huge load of sperm in front of Lisa wasn’t enough. Because in this humbling position, I was destined to eat another. This time, my own load of sperm produced by my own hand, perfectly aimed at my own open mouth.

I didn’t dare close it.

“You go, girl! Jerk it faster!” her roommate cheered.

“Bring it, loser! Eat your cum. You like cum! Eat some more!!” Lisa cheered.

‘Liking’ cum was debatable, but I was in no position to argue.

The position I WAS in looked like the yoga plow except my knees were bent and touching my ears. My upside down body was resting on my shoulders.

I saw a woman get fucked like this once, but I’d never seen a man rolled up into a ball–or even thought of it–to eat his own cum.

Yet, that’s exactly what I did. The streams were plentiful, cascading quickly down into my open mouth. I swallowed repeatedly. My load was huge. Damn. It tasted different than the cum I ate earlier. I jerked my penis in front of two college girls and came in my own mouth while they stood over me and giggled and cheered me on, continually calling me a cumeater.

In the following weeks, I just kept wondering, if I had been well endowed…if I had a real cock to fuck with, what kind of a one-night-stand would I have had with Lisa?

Then I saw her from a distance in a club a few weeks later. I purposely avoided her, yet my groin was excited. But when the night was over, she and her friends had followed me to my car.

“Wanna come? Over? Wanna cum all over…your face? We want to watch you do your thing?” Lisa said openly in front of three other giggling girls, including the one who watched me last time.

It wasn’t MY thing. And if it was only doing that…well, maybe. But what if that dude was in the back room?

—

Steve felt his stomach drop when Lisa’s eyes locked onto his across the crowded club. The bass thumped through his chest, but it was nothing compared to the hammering of his own heartbeat. Two friends flanked her — he didn’t recognize them—a tall blonde in a tight black dress and a petite redhead with sharp green eyes. All three wore matching predatory grins.

“Well, well,” Lisa said, sliding up beside him at the bar. Her hand found his thigh without preamble. “Remember me, little guy?”

He swallowed hard. “Lisa—”

“Shh.” She pressed a finger to his lips. “You’re going to come back to my place. Right now.”

It wasn’t a question.

Back at the apartment—same apartment, same couch where everything had happened before—Lisa and her friends arranged themselves in a semicircle in front of him. The blonde was Megan. The redhead was Carrie. They sipped wine and watched him with amused curiosity, like scientists observing a lab specimen.

“So this is him?” Carrie asked, tilting her head.

“This is him,” Lisa confirmed. She turned to Steve, arms crossed beneath her small, firm breasts. “Strip.”

He hesitated. The three women waited. He pulled his shirt over his head, then pushed his jeans and boxers down together. His small, limp cock sat pathetically above his shrunken balls.

Carrie snorted into her wine glass. Megan bit her lip, clearly fighting a laugh.

“See?” Lisa said to them. “Told you.”

Steve felt the heat crawl up his neck, spreading across his cheeks. But beneath the shame, that familiar, sick stirring began in his groin. His cock twitched—barely.

“Oh!” Lisa pointed. “He likes the attention. Look, girls.”

They leaned forward. Carrie set her wine down. “Can he really do it? What you said?”

Lisa smiled. “Show them, Steve.”

He stared at her. “I can’t just—”

“You did it before. I saw.” She stepped closer, her voice dropping to a whisper that somehow carried more weight than a shout. “And I took pictures last time. You want those getting around campus?”

The blood drained from his face. She was bluffing. Maybe. The uncertainty was enough.

“Lie down,” she ordered. “On your back. Like before.”

He lowered himself onto the carpet, the rough fibers scratching his bare skin. The three women stood over him, looking down.

“Get yourself hard first,” Lisa instructed. “Play with that little thing.”

He wrapped his fingers around his cock—his whole hand engulfed it easily—and began stroking. The women watched in silence for a moment, then Carrie giggled.

“It’s so small,” she whispered to Megan. “Like a little thumb.”

Megan nodded. “How does he even—”

“Shh,” Lisa said. “Watch.”

Steve closed his eyes, trying to block out their stares, their soft laughter. He focused on the sensation, the familiar rhythm, the building pressure. His cock stiffened slowly—still embarrassingly small, but at least functional now. He felt the flush of arousal mixing with the deep, gnawing humiliation.

“Good boy,” Lisa murmured. “Now lift. You remember.”

He did remember. He pulled his legs up and back, rolling his hips upward, the way she’d made him do before. His cock pointed directly at his own face now. The women gasped and laughed.

“Oh my God,” Megan breathed. “He’s actually going to—”

“Steve,” Lisa said firmly, “open your mouth.”

He opened it. He stared up at his own cock, the slit already glistening with precum. The position was uncomfortable—his back strained, his neck ached—but he held it.

“Keep stroking,” Lisa said. “And when you come, you swallow every drop. In front of us. Understand?”

He nodded, his own cock bobbing above his face.

Carrie had moved closer, crouching down for a better view. “This is the most pathetic thing I’ve ever seen,” she said, but her voice had shifted—there was fascination in it now—a dark curiosity.

Steve stroked faster. Precum dripped onto his lower lip. He tasted salt. The women were silent now, watching with rapt attention.

“Tell him what to do,” Lisa said to her friends. “Coach him.”

Megan spoke first, her voice uncertain but warming to the game. “Faster. Play with your balls, too.”

He used his free hand to cup his balls, rolling them between his fingers the way Lisa had taught him before. A groan escaped his lips.

“Good,” Lisa said. “Now finger yourself. Like I showed you.”

He didn’t want to. Not in front of strangers. But his body was already responding, the shame transmuting into something darker, something that made his cock throb. He released his balls, wet his finger with spit, and reached down to his exposed asshole.

“Oh fuck,” Carrie whispered. “He’s really—”

Steve pressed his finger against his puckered hole, then pushed inside. The intrusion made him gasp, his hips bucking, his cock swaying above his open mouth. He stroked himself faster, finger working in and out of his ass, the dual sensation building toward something unstoppable.

“That’s it,” Lisa encouraged. “Fuck yourself for us. Show these girls what a good little slut you are.”

The word slut hit him like a slap. His cock jumped. More precum dripped—this time onto his tongue.

“He’s leaking,” Megan observed. “Right into his mouth.”

“Keep going,” Lisa ordered. “Don’t stop until you finish.”

Steve’s hand became a blur on his cock. His finger plunged deeper into his ass, finding that spot that made his vision blur. His thighs trembled. His breath came in ragged gasps. The women’s faces swam above him—beautiful, cruel, fascinated.

“Close,” he choked out.

“Open wider,” Lisa commanded. “Don’t you dare spill a drop.”

He opened his mouth as wide as he could, tongue extended, staring up at the slit of his own cock. The pressure built—unbearable, inevitable—

He came.

The first rope shot thick and hot across his tongue, hitting the back of his throat. He gagged but held position. The second spurt landed on his upper lip, dangling down. The third was weaker, pooling on his tongue. He stroked through the aftershocks, milking every last drop onto his own face, his finger still buried in his ass.

“Swallow,” Lisa said.

He closed his mouth and swallowed. The thick, salty warmth slid down his throat. He gagged again but kept it down.

The three women erupted.

Carrie clapped her hands. Megan covered her mouth, laughing. Lisa stood with her arms crossed, a satisfied smirk on her face.

“Holy shit,” Carrie said. “He actually did it.”

“He always does,” Lisa replied. She looked down at Steve—still on his back, legs splayed, finger slipping out of his ass, cum glistening on his chin. “Clean yourself up. You’re staying the night.”

Steve lay there for a long moment, staring at the ceiling. His cock was already softening, shrinking back to its pathetic resting state. The shame settled in—thick and heavy—but beneath it, he felt the stirring again—the sick, hungry need.

“What—” He cleared his throat. “What happens if I stay?”

Lisa knelt beside him, her lips brushing his ear. “Megan’s boyfriend comes over sometimes. Big guy. Big guy. And he likes an audience.”

She let that hang in the air.

Steve’s spent cock gave a tiny, involuntary twitch.

Lisa smiled. “That’s what I thought.”

—

He stayed.

Megan’s boyfriend arrived an hour later. His name was Derek. He was tall, broad-shouldered, and when Megan pulled his pants down in the middle of the living room, Steve understood everything.

Derek’s cock was thick and heavy, even soft, hanging between his thighs like a weapon. It was easily three times Steve’s size. The women gathered around it, cooing and stroking, and Steve watched from the corner—ordered to sit on the floor, still naked, still covered in dried cum.

Lisa glanced over at him. “See what a real cock looks like? See what I needed that night?”

Steve said nothing. His small cock was hard again, pressing against his thigh.

Megan sucked Derek first, taking him deep, gagging on his thickness. Then Carrie. Then Lisa. They passed his cock between them like a prize, licking and slurping, their hands roaming his muscular body.

Derek looked at Steve once. Just once. A brief, dismissive glance that said everything.

Steve watched Derek fuck all three women over the next hour. He watched Lisa’s face twist in pleasure he’d never given her. He watched her cum on Derek’s cock—twice—screaming into a pillow. He watched Megan take it from behind while eating Lisa’s pussy. He watched Carrie ride Derek reverse cowgirl, her small tits bouncing, his massive cock splitting her open.

He watched, and he stroked himself, and he came twice more into his own hand—licking it clean each time because Lisa told him to.

—

After, while the women dozed in the bedroom and Derek showered, Steve sat alone on the couch. The apartment was quiet. His body ached. His throat was raw.

He thought about what Lisa had said that first night. About what might have been different if he’d been bigger. If he’d been enough.

He looked down at his small, soft cock resting against his thigh.

It didn’t matter, he realized. This was what he was. This was what he was for.

He heard the bedroom door open. Lisa padded out in the dark, naked, her small breasts catching the faint light from the street.

“Come back to bed,” she said. Not to him. To Derek, who emerged from the bathroom in a towel.

Then she looked at Steve.

“Floor,” she said. “By the bed. In case we need you for cleanup.”

Steve lay down on the cold hardwood beside the bed. Above him, Lisa climbed onto Derek, and the springs began to creak.

He closed his eyes, listening to her moan, tasting the salt still lingering on his tongue.

He’d be back at the club next weekend. And the weekend after that.

He knew it. And so did Lisa.

The End.

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