I minded my business at the hardware store when I bumped into Beth, whom my ex had babysat for before our divorce.

Beth was a generous-sized but fairly nicely proportioned white woman. She wasn’t a beauty queen, but she did have a nice collection of curves: round stomach, generous muffin top, good-sized ass, and wonderful thick thighs. So, lots of fun features to enjoy!

She also had nearly exclusively dated black guys, usually large black guys. Her baby-daddy was 6’8″ and maybe 300 lbs, as an example.

So, as a smaller white guy, I was always fascinated with the fantasy of being a ‘contrast’ to her usual partners. As an SPH fetishist, I was always intrigued, but I was still married the last I saw her, and she was married.

But today, I saw her in the gate hardware section, looking exasperated.

I said, “hi.”

She shared that her baby-daddy was gone for good, her fence gate latch was busted, and she had to figure out how to fix it. She didn’t know where to begin. I asked her about her gate and showed her what she needed. I tried to explain how to fix it, but she didn’t have hardly any tools and didn’t know how to do what I was explaining. She offered to pay me to fix it.

“Nah, it’s a quick job. I can fix it for you, no problem,” I said.

So, she bought the part and gave me her address, and I met her at her place.

In 20 minutes, her gate was fixed.

“Oh, thank you so much! I wouldn’t have been able to fix it myself. Is there any way I can repay you?” she said.

“Maybe a glass of iced tea?” I replied.

So, she pours us a couple of glasses, and we sit down and discuss our failed relationships.

She said, “Since I have only been with black guys since before college. So, it has probably been twenty years since I have been with a white guy. I enjoy black guys, and, as a bigger girl, I need a ‘bigger’ guy, if you know what I mean. You know, ‘bigger is better,’ right?”

I knew what she meant exactly, but my mind raced ahead to where the conversation might be headed.

“But, you know, variety is the spice of life and all that,” she said. “Sometimes I wanna try something different, just out of curiosity. Not like always, but just something completely different just for fun. I’ll probably always prefer bigger black guys, but just for fun, it might be fun to do something opposite. Can you understand that?”

“Uh-huh,” I nodded, unsure if I was the ‘different’ she was hinting about, but intrigued.

“You know, I appreciate you fixing my gate, and although you are the complete opposite of my usual type, I have always found you attractive. For now, you and I are both unattached, and we probably aren’t each other’s long-term types. But ‘fun is fun,’ right? Are you up for a little bit of fun?” she asked. “No strings. Just fun.”

She wasn’t my type either, long term, but ‘fun is fun,’ and I was intrigued with the possibilities of following in ‘large’ footsteps. I was excited about that. I hoped she would be honest and not kill the excitement by trying to ‘spare my feelings.’ I craved hearing her contrast me to her usual partners. I braced for potentially having to coach her to speak freely and often!

My fantasies were racing, and I told her I was game.

She walked over to me, reached for my tea glass, and pulled me up from my chair. She started by removing my shirt. “Oh my, you are in shape but smaller than the guys I usually do! Oh, I am so sorry! I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings!”

“No, that’s OK. I don’t mind. I know I am smaller than what you are used to,” while I am hoping that she will take that and freely run with it, trying to subtly coach her into what I crave to hear.

Then, the pants come off. I am standing in my bikini briefs as she ‘sizes me up.’

“Yeah, it has been a long time since I have been with a white guy like this! I wonder what I am going to find!” Beth says playfully. “I see a bulge down there that gives me an idea. You know, I have been with some really big guys, so, you know, I don’t want to hurt your feelings.”

“It’s OK,” I say. “You can say whatever comes to mind. I know you have been with bigger. That excites me. You can tell me that. I enjoy that kind of talk. I am sure you will find me smaller everywhere than the men of your past. You can give me that. I like it!”

“Well, alright! Let’s see what you have in your pants! I haven’t seen a white dick in quite a while.” With that, she hooked my underwear with her thumbs at my ankles in a flash. She giggled mercilessly, “Ahh, it IS little! You do have a cute little penis! Oh, I am so sorry!”

“No,” I interrupt. “I like it. It turns me on hearing you teasing me. Keep going!”

“That’s good because I can’t help myself! I haven’t seen such a cute little white dick in a long time! Come with me!” She leads me naked to her bathroom, to her full-length mirror. She points to my little package. “See this little bush? I want to take it. Can I remove your pubic hair? Tell me you want me to!”

I had taken a long time growing a real bush. I knew it would return slowly. I knew I was smaller, but hairless too? But I heard myself, “Yes. Please take my little bush from me. I want you to make me hairless there!”

Beth used time effectively. First scissors. She grabbed a handful of bush and pulled. She cut what she had. Over and over, another handful, tugging and seeing my curls hit the floor. She lathered me up when she had taken all the curls she could and took her lady’s razor to what was left.

First, my former bush, row by row, bare skin was exposed. I could see it happening. She ran her fingers across it to be sure to leave nothing behind, nothing but bare, smooth skin.

Then she firmly clamped down on the head of my little shaft and pulled my little penis taut. With a few strokes of the lady’s razor, my small shaft was smooth again. With a firm grasp, she stretched my little nutsack taut and cleaned it too. Not a single hair was left. Bare and smooth.

“There! Now isn’t that better?” expressing pride in her work. “Look at that cute little hairless white penis!” Making sure that it fully sunk in what I had let her do and that there was no hiding my lack of size anymore. “You do have a cute little dick, don’t you? Tell me!”

“I have a little penis,” I mumbled in pleasured embarrassment.

“No. No. You can do better than that! Let me know what you see, and tell me what you have. Be proud! Come on!” she ordered.

“I do have a small penis. You have taken my little bush from me, and now you can easily see how small my little dick and balls are. Thank you for fully exposing my little package. I know it is surely smaller than what you are used to.”

“There! That’s more like it! I had forgotten about your little balls! Oh, they are so tiny!” Beth said as she encircled my little nuts with her thumb and forefinger, exposing their size. “It’s like you have a few little grapes in your sac! I have never seen such little balls on a grown man! I am used to golf ball-sized or maybe racquetball-sized. You might even have a couple of cherries in your little pouch! How cute! How does it feel knowing how little your little marbles are? You know it, right? I want to hear you admit it!”

“I do have some little testicles. I know they are small. Thank you for shaving them, so you can see how small they are. I am glad that they are little. I love hearing you tease me about how much tinier my little gumballs are than what you are used to!”

With that, she clamped down on my poor little nuts, encircling them, so they bulged out from her hand, my two little grapes revealing themselves. Then, out of nowhere, I felt her tie a string around my little nutsack snuggly and realized my little marbles were tethered to her bedpost.

“Don’t go anywhere,” she said. “My turn now.”

As she spoke, I could see her layers fall off. First, her sweater revealed massive breasts, overflowing her bra. Her beautiful round belly bulges out with a sexy cavernous belly button. Her love handles made a super sexy muffin top bulging over her jeans.

Then, as she unzipped her jeans, her generous stomach was fully released. Free from the restraint of the denim, her luxurious belly fully revealed itself bulging seductively over her delicate panties.

As she removed her panties, I saw her beautiful, full hairless mound and lips. So plump and curvaceous!

“On the bed!” she ordered.

The tether to my little manhood was long enough for me to comply, laying on my back, not sure what was next.

I quickly found out, and she immediately straddled my face. What a place to be! I had a beautiful plump hairless pussy on my lips. A gorgeous, luxurious belly stared at me, and two massive, powerful thighs surrounded my face. Looking up, two huge breasts hung above.

My hands were free to explore her generous body, but my tongue knew exactly where to go. I relentlessly tormented her clit, over and over, feeling her buck involuntary with every orgasm, all while she was clamped down on my little still-tethered sack. Every surge she felt came through her hand and was administered directly to my little hairless balls. My tongue’s work was relentlessly repaid to my poorly bound testicles. Squeeze after squeeze.

When she had enough, she dismounted me and freed my tether.

“I want to see what that little dick feels like inside me!” she said.

I mounted her generous body, put my little penis inside her, and began thrusting with all I had. She immediately began laughing violently.

“Oh my gosh, your little dick is SO small! I can barely feel it! My pussy is used to big dicks only. My pussy has been stretched wide by the big black cocks. (Giggling more) I can’t feel your little white penis. I can feel you thrusting, but your little shaft is so small, it isn’t doing anything.”

I had to admit it. Whatever I thought of my penis before, feeling how big her pussy was reminded me that there were penises that made it that way and how much smaller my equipment was than they were.

“Hop off,” she instructed. “Your tongue took GOOD care of me. I will take good care of you.”

With that, she took my full hard little dick in her mouth. More giggling. “Oh my gosh! Your little cock is small enough for me to take all of it! I love it! Hilarious! What a cute little cock you have! Haha!”

She went to town on my shaft with her hands, giving my little gumballs a thorough working over. It wasn’t long before I couldn’t take anymore, and my little nuts released their payload in her eager mouth. She sucked me dry and even ran her finger along the underneath of my shaft to work the last of the remaining seed out.

To my surprise, when she was done, she moved her pussy to my mouth and returned all my seed to me.

“Swallow it all. Good boy!” she commanded. “That was fun!” she said after I had sucked all my cum from her cunt. “But I will stick to my big black cocks. You do have a cute little fun-size dick. It is adorable. But I am a big cock girl! Thanks, though.”

With that, we parted, her presumably returning to big black cocks and me looking for women who like fun-sized hairless dicks with little balls.

 

The End.

 

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