The Small Dick Club: SPH-THEMED STORIES

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Part 3…

“Do I look okay?”

Aria rechecked her reflection, smoothing the front of her red blouse even though it already fit her perfectly. I’d already told her twice that dinner at Jasmine’s was casual, just a home-cooked meal. Still, she kept tugging at the fabric the way people do when they’re more invested than they want to admit. It felt less like a dinner with friends and more like the quiet tension before a first date.

After what happened with J, Jasmine’s well-endowed boyfriend, something shifted between Aria and me. We started talking more openly about the things we wanted and desired.

Years of marriage had made our sex lives a bit mundane, but after Aria experienced her first encounter with a stranger, our sex lives became supercharged. Once, she even slipped into my office and dropped to her knees, whispering comparisons that made me both jealous and excited.

In the days leading up to dinner with Jasmine, Aria finally regained her tightness. She’d been fixated on working her kegel exercises, too. It was as if she had something to prove to Jasmine.

Aria also continued to goad me about my feelings towards Jasmine. She went on and on about how young and pretty she was and how she knew I wanted to fuck her. But I was surprised that it wasn’t just plain jealousy in her tone. I think her time with J made her feel a bit guilty, and this was her way of giving me a free pass.

Truth be told, I dreamed of Jasmine ever since I first met her at work. Her cute, freckled face and her petite Asian body drove me crazy. Nothing would fulfill my fantasies more than to sink my cock into her tight little ass. Knowing that J’s never been able to squeeze his big white dick into her asshole just made my desires more intense.

When we were lying in bed one morning, talking about all the kinky things we still wanted to try, I admitted to my wife that I wouldn’t mind fucking Jasmine in the ass. I wasn’t sure how she’d take it, but we wound up having the best sex of our lives after that.

Now, as we parked outside Jasmine’s Burnaby condo, my heart was racing faster than ever. Hand in hand, Aria and I took the elevator up to Jasmine’s 14th-floor condo. The elevator ride seemed to take forever as we stood in silence, just squeezing each other’s hands.

There was hesitation in Aria’s fingers as she reached out to knock on the door. But as soon as her knuckles rapped on the wooden door, her face composed while her hands gripped a little tighter around the bottle of wine that we brought.

We could hear a shuffle behind the door, followed by light footsteps approaching.

The door opened quickly as Jasmine’s bright smile greeted us. She was wearing a blue apron that bore the tell-tale signs of frantic cooking with speckled orange curry stains.

“You’re right on time,” she breathed, fingers fumbling to remove the apron straps. The aroma of Thai spices filled the room, making my stomach growl.

As Aria handed the bottle of wine to Jasmine, I lifted the bakery box. “We brought dessert too.” I chimed in.

“Oh, thank you! I told you that you didn’t need to bring anything–” Jasmine said as she continued to struggle removing her apron.

“Here, let me help,” Aria replied, her fingers making quick work of the knot behind Jasmine’s back. Jasmine slipped the apron over her head, revealing a tight white t-shirt beneath.

“Give me a sec to change,” Jasmine murmured, already backing toward what must have been her bedroom. Aria and I both lingered on the sight of her tight black leggings as the bedroom door clicked shut behind her.

Reemerging from her bedroom wearing a loose white blouse and a pair of high-cut jean shorts, Jasmine asked, “Would you like the grand tour?” She took the bakery box from my hands and bent over to place it on the lower shelf of the fridge. I couldn’t help but stare at her toned curves as Aria jabbed me with her elbow and mouthed, “Stop that.”

“Obviously, here’s the kitchen–” Jasmine presented to us with an open hand. Pans filled with simmering curry on the stove and an open tablet on the counter displayed the recipe page she was working on.

I noticed that one of the other tabs in her browser looked like the familiar “Lit” logo of Literotica, but Jasmine quickly tapped the power button before I could get a closer look. Was that blush on her face from slaving over a hot stove, or was she embarrassed? I thought to myself.

Jasmine quickly took hold of my hand and directed me away from the kitchen and towards her bedroom, saying, “I know it’s small,” in a soft voice, “but I like it.”

“Sometimes good things come in small packages–” Aria interrupted as her hand wrapped around my waist, giving me a loving squeeze before popping her head into the bedroom to get a better view.

Jasmine gave a knowing smile. I’m sure J must have mentioned how small my cock was compared to his.

As I glanced into her bedroom, I noticed that the bedsheets looked rushed. I pictured Jasmine bent over on all fours as J worked his bwc into her. Were those scratches on the headboard from Jasmine’s harried grasp as she struggled to take his meat?

I snapped out of my intrusive thoughts as Jasmine led us through the rest of her condo.

The meal went well. Jasmine’s cooking was excellent, and the pad thai had the perfect balance of sweet and sour flavours. I could tell that Aria struggled a bit with the spice level as her hand lingered near her water glass after every bite, but she gobbled down every bite. And every time Jasmine leaned forward to top off our water glasses, I could see Aria’s gaze briefly drop to Jasmine’s gaping neckline.

Afterwards, we brought the conversation to her couch. I made sure to sit in the middle as Jasmine turned on some light music from her Spotify playlist. When she returned to the sofa, I found myself sandwiched between them.

We talked a bit about how Aria and I first met and how Jasmine had just graduated from college. We joked about the 20-year age gap between our ages and Jasmine’s, but as our conversation went on, we realized we shared so much in common.

Then, the moment Jasmine’s bare foot slid up my calf… Aria noticed–of course, she did. But instead of a jealous rage, she turned the conversation to sex with the subtlety of a sledgehammer.

“So, Jasmine,” she cooed, “you’re so petite… how do you take J’s big cock without splitting in half?” The words spilling out of my wife’s mouth made Jasmine’s lips freeze mid-breath as she thought how to reply.

“Uh–” Jasmine blushed, her toes flexing against my leg as she set her glass down with a shaky hand. “It’s definitely a tight fit–”

“Oh, I know–” Aria interrupted, “I remember when I used to think Scott’s cock was big–well, big for Chinese, you know? I never imagined I’d be able to fit someone as big as J in me–let alone his whole thing.” Jasmine blushed as Aria continued, “Now I can barely feel my husband’s cock after J splits me open.”

Aria’s hand dropped to my lap to rub the modest bulge growing in my pants as Jasmine bit her lower lip. The silence in the room was deafening as Aria looked up and down Jasmine’s body with veiled intent.

Without warning, Aria leaned over me to give Jasmine a gentle kiss–her hands cupping Jasmine’s youthful face. As Aria came up for air, their eyes met and lingered before giving in to a more passionate kiss–Jasmine’s hands now pulling Aria in to feel her warmth.

Aria, now sitting on my lap, started to undo the first button on Jasmine’s blouse while Jasmine’s tongue began exploring Aria’s open mouth.

The fabric opened to reveal the porcelain skin of Jasmine’s neck, accentuated by the pulse of her carotid beating stronger. Without a thought, I moved my hand closer to caress her neck. Jasmine jumped into the touch, her gasp swallowed by Aria’s kiss.

I continued to watch as my wife became bolder, her hands brushing Jasmine’s breast through her partially removed blouse before unbuttoning the rest of her buttons.

With Jasmine’s pert breasts exposed before us, I helped Aria off with her own blouse. Aria’s fuller bust took away nothing from Jasmine’s petite size, and I felt my cock getting harder while trapped beneath my wife’s thighs.

As their hands started exploring each other’s warm flesh, Aria worked her hands around Jasmine’s shorts and began to pull them down. Jasmine put up no resistance and lifted her hips off the couch to allow her shorts and then panties to peel away.

“Fuck, you’re dripping wet,” Aria breathed as her fingers cautiously traced their way to Jasmine’s pussy. I leaned in to Jasmine’s body and kissed her shoulder as I tentatively massaged her tits–my hand slowly sliding down her flat stomach and then further below until my fingers met my wife’s in Jasmine’s damp folds.

“Mmmm–oh god–” Jasmine moaned with her eyes closed shut when Aria’s tongue replaced her fingers. I’d never seen my wife kiss another woman before today, let alone have her go down on one.

I stopped rubbing Jasmine’s clit to give Aria more room to work her tongue and brought my fingers to my nose to inhale the scent of Jasmine’s pussy before dipping them in my mouth so I could taste her juices.

Aria struggled to get more than 2 fingers inside Jasmine before her face was soaked with Jasmine’s orgasm. Lifting her head to catch her breath, a strand of saliva glistened between her chin and Jasmine’s wet slit before she wiped it with her arm.

Jasmine pulled Aria’s face back into her wetness as she tried to prolong her pleasure–only letting up once her spasming subsided.

In unison, Aria and Jasmine’s eyes flickered between each other and my presence beside them. With a smile between them, Jasmine slid off the couch and onto her knees between my thighs. Meanwhile, Aria leaned back against the armrest, unbuttoning her blouse while she watched Jasmine fumble at my belt buckle.

“Oh–” Jasmine said in surprise as she finally freed my 4-inch cock–straining and bobbing in the air. It was clear that she wasn’t used to seeing a penis this small before. She pulled my long foreskin down to reveal my sticky cockhead covered in a sheen of precum.

Aria licked her lips as she watched Jasmine inspect my erection with curiosity. “It’s so cute–” Jasmine blushed, “–almost like a real cock–but–smaller.”

Aria giggled, “Go on, fair’s fair… I fucked your boyfriend’s cock–it’s only right that you should have a taste of my husband’s–” Aria encouraged as she caressed Jasmine’s glowing skin.

Jasmine gave Aria a forced stare. The jealousy in her eyes was enough to push her over the edge. She crinkled her nose with a smile as she looked me square in the eyes, licked the entire length under my cock from base to tip, before enveloping me in her warm mouth.

“I know it’s much smaller than J’s–” my wife explained as her fingers found their way to Jasmine’s sopping cunt.

“Mmmph–” Was all Jasmine could make out as she sucked my cock earnestly with her tongue, twisting around my cockhead.

Jasmine let my cock fall out of her mouth and grabbed the slippery length in her petite hand. My cockhead barely extended past her grip as she started to jerk me off with quick shakes of her wrist.

“Your balls are actually pretty big considering–” Jasmine started before taking them in her mouth. The feeling of her suction on my cum-laden balls while she continued to jerk me off had more precum dripping out of my slit.

Aria grasped Jasmine’s hair with one hand while her other hand continued to work on Jasmine’s clit. “That’s it, suck his cock–” Aria demanded as she guided Jasmine’s tongue back to my cockhead. Tears started to form in the corner of Jasmine’s eyes as Aria pushed her head down to force me further down her throat.

“So much easier to suck than J’s cock,” Jasmine gasped when Aria finally allowed her to pull off. A string of saliva stretched between my tip and her swollen lips.

Aria released her hold on Jasmine’s hair and lifted a finger under her chin as she whispered, “Sharing is caring–” before dropping to her knees beside Jasmine.

Aria quickly took control of the situation and grabbed the base of my cock while leaning in closer–waiting for Jasmine to join her. Without saying a word, they both ran their tongues along either side of my shaft before mouthing me with little kisses until they reached the tip of my cockhead.

“Fuck!” Were the only words that I could cobble together as Jasmine’s mouth enveloped me. They took turns sucking me, pressing their foreheads together as they worked me into a frenzy. Then, without warning, Aria pulled herself up and murmured, “My turn–” while she took my place on the couch, legs spread-eagled.

I was shocked–not just because my wife was spreading her legs open for my ex-coworker–but because my wife’s pussy was completely shaved except for a small triangle patch above her slit. She’s never done anything like that before, and the thought that she must have done that this morning while I was at work made me want to sink my cock in her bare pussy. But before I had a chance to do anything, Jasmine dove her face in and licked her slit in a long swipe before dragging her tongue across her clit.

Jasmine was on her hands and knees in front of my wife’s dripping cunt when Aria pulled her head to grind her pussy along Jasmine’s face. A long slurping sound echoed in my head as Jasmine’s tiny nose disappeared in my wife’s cunt. Seeing Jasmine lick my wife’s clit had me unconsciously rubbing my little dick.

Seeing Jasmine’s pert little ass in the air while she was licking my wife was enough encouragement for me to move behind Jasmine. My hands caressed her ass cheeks as her back arched slightly, and I took in the aroma of her tiny pussy. She continued her oral assault on my wife’s pussy as my fingers slowly made their way to her pink folds. “Mmm–” she moaned as my tongue finally found the way to her wet hole.

The combination of her sweet nectar mixed with the smell of her pussy flooded my senses. As I licked circles around her labia, Aria’s hips lifted off the couch–Jasmine’s tongue dragging slow, wet swipes up and down her clit.

I wanted to relish in Jasmine’s flavour and speared my tongue deep inside, lapping up all of the juices that flowed freely from her. Jasmine’s tiny hole twitched under my tongue, her pussy soaking my face while her fingernails dug into my wife’s thighs.

It’s no wonder that none of us heard the click of the door opening over the moans of Aria and Jasmine. As Aria’s thighs clamped around Jasmine’s head, we were surprised by J’s towering presence above us.

“I guess you guys started without me–” J’s deep voice rumbled as he stepped closer. He barely looked at me–my face buried in his girlfriend’s ass–and instead was feasting his eyes on these two Asian beauties intertwined in passion.

Aria’s body arched off the couch when J’s thick fingers tilted her head back to expose the frantic pulse in her throat. He leaned in for a passionate kiss, his tongue probing her mouth and tasting the remnants of his girlfriend’s love juice.

Jasmine came on my tongue with a strangled cry as she watched her boyfriend make out with my wife, and the taste of her quivering cunt flooded my mouth. As I continued to lick up her juices, her breasts jiggled against Aria’s shins.

Aria made quick work of J’s pants and had them bunched up at his knees to reveal the outline of J’s large bulge in his boxer briefs. Jasmine’s eyes grew with longing as she pulled away from me, leaving a long strand of her juices hanging between us.

“No!” Aria commanded as she stopped Jasmine mid-crawl, “Not yet…”

Removing J’s shirt and running her hands down J’s muscular chest, she whispered to him, “Make her watch–”

Entranced by my Aria’s voluptuous body, J squeezed her right breast and turned his gaze towards his girlfriend, “You heard her–stay–” like a master commanding his pet.

Aria pulled down J’s black underwear slowly, letting the fabric cling to his body until his whole length popped free–8 inches of the thickest cock I’ve ever seen except for in porn. Aria’s fingers pulled back his foreskin to reveal his tip glistening with pre-cum as her fingers glided the length of his veiny shaft.

“Mmmm–” J moaned as Aria brushed her lips across his leaking slit. Her tongue slid up and down his shaft before she engulfed his cockhead in her mouth. She looked like a chipmunk with J’s cock pushing into her cheek. As J’s hands wrapped around Aria’s face, he started to pump further and further into her throat until she gagged on his length.

“Gaaak–” Aria gasped as she pulled free long enough to say, “Slower–” before taking his monster cock back in her mouth. Wrapping both of her hands around his Coke can-thick cock, she used them to control how deep he could thrust.

My hands glossed over Jasmine’s ass as we continued to watch Aria work on J’s tool–taking more and more of his cock as her throat and gag reflex eased up.

“GLOG!” The sound sent a chill down my spine as J’s entire cock disappeared down Aria’s throat. The bulge in her throat distended as her nose buried into his wiry pubic hair.

Jasmine shuddered against my thigh, her breath short and quick as she watched my wife work. My fingers found their way to Jasmine’s dripping cunt as we both stared in awe of my wife’s deep-throating skills. I was rewarded with Jasmine wiggling her ass and clenching my fingers deeper in her hot box.

The slurpy sound of Aria’s throat echoed until she came up for air, “Gasp! That’s how you suck a cock, little one–” Aria explained to Jasmine as she continued to stroke J’s saliva-coated cock.

J’s cock glistened in Aria’s hands as she increased her speed, pumping his pole like she was churning butter and sucking his heavy swinging balls. I looked down at my neglected cock, so much smaller than what my wife was now holding, and thought to myself-*this* is why so many Asian women date white men.

I should have seen what was coming next–the way J’s eyes clamped shut and his hands braced on Aria’s shoulder. Instead, I felt the warm splash of J’s cum hit my stomach from 3 feet away. Aria didn’t notice at first as she was sucking his balls. But once she saw the thick white ropes of cum spewing from J’s cock, she sped up her stroking to milk his cock even harder and aimed his cock like a fire hose to drench me in J’s cum.

Jasmine was caught by surprise and recoiled as thick white streaks painted my lower ribs in erratic patterns. The scent of his pungent load filled my nostrils.

As J’s orgasm subsided, Aria and Jasmine turned to me and started giggling as they noticed J’s cum dribbling down my chest and intertwining around my small cock. Jasmine drew her finger through the sticky mess and licked a thick glob off my sternum.

“Mmmm–” Aria moaned as her lips encircled J’s bulbous cock head to suck the last drops of his cum. “Why don’t you clean up my husband while we give you a show–” Aria directed towards Jasmine.

Jasmine snickered and leaned into me–her small hands pressing against my chest as she licked long stripes of cum off my torso, her dark hair brushing against my thighs.

Aria pulled J onto the couch–his still hard cock standing at attention and wavering back and forth in the air. She took a firm grasp to guide his head to her entry and unceremoniously impaled herself on his cock.

“Nnngh!” She moaned as J’s girth stretched her hole. She barely managed to get his cockhead in her and was gyrating her hips to wedge his cock further. Short, shallow strokes turned into longer and longer strokes until Aria’s pussy finally remembered J’s cock and yielded completely.

“Oh, fuck!” J exclaimed as his balls made contact with Aria’s ass. His thick shaft disappeared between her round cheeks as she sank onto him with a moan that vibrated through the room. “Fuck, you take it so well,” J groaned, his fingers dug into her hips as she ground down slowly. Jasmine sighed against my thigh, her tiny fingers wrapping around my modest length as she watched Aria ride J with relative ease.

Aria’s hands slid along J’s Adonis belt–her fingers tracing the deep V-line that disappeared beneath his hipbones–to steady herself as she pushed down harder. Her breath quickened when his tip kissed her cervix, her thighs trembling violently as she struggled to accommodate him. “Jesus Christ,” she gasped, her fingers whitening against his defined ridge. She rocked forward until her clit ground against his pubic bone, her swollen pussy lips stretched tightly around his girth.

I guided Jasmine forward by the nape of her neck–her petite body trembling against my chest as we moved close enough to see every detail. Aria’s ass bounced against J’s lap as she took him in reverse cowgirl. Jasmine’s eyes widened when Aria spread herself with her fingers and massaged her stretched pussy lips, unconsciously rubbing her clit in frantic circles.

Jasmine and Aria’s eyes made contact–both glazed with lust. Aria lifted herself higher than before, letting Jasmine see every inch of J’s shaft glistening with her juices before slamming back down. The loud thwack of flesh echoed as Aria threw her head back with a throaty moan, her breasts bouncing with the force of J’s upward thrusts.

J’s thick fingers kneaded Aria’s right tit roughly–the soft flesh spilling between his fingers–while his other hand gripped the generous curve of her ass. His blunt nails dug into her flesh as he pulled her down harder onto each thrust, “THPPTPHTPHPHHPH!”

The loud queef of her stretched pussy drowned out Jasmine’s nervous panting. Aria’s thighs quivered when J suddenly shifted angles, his cockhead grinding against her cervix with a slow, deliberate thrust of his hips. “Fuck–right *there*,” she gasped as Jasmine watched mesmerized.

Jasmine tentatively reached forward to brace herself against J’s muscular thighs. The moment her fingertips made contact, his hips jerked upward sharply and punched the air from Aria’s lungs.

J’s cock slipped free, leaving Aria’s gaping hole visibly before she sank back down with a shuddering “FRAAAP!”

Jasmine’s startled giggle turned into a choked gasp when Aria deliberately clenched around J’s shaft, making another lewd gurgle resonate between their joined bodies.

I loved the sound of my wife queefing. The first time we’d used our largest toy, she’d gasped mid-thrust when it forced a bubble of trapped air from her pussy. The startled embarrassment on her face had morphed into ravenous hunger when I groaned against her clit. Now, Jasmine’s wide-eyed fascination mirrored my own as J pulled nearly all the way out before slamming back in hard enough to ripple Aria’s soft belly. Another filthy “THPPTPHTPHPHHPH!” filled the air, and Jasmine’s fingers dug into J’s thigh.

The scent of Jasmine’s sex hit me as I slid behind her kneeling form. From this angle, her pert ass looked impossibly round and tight–the delicate pink of her puckered hole winking at me invitingly. I traced the damp length of her tiny pussy with one finger, feeling the way her swollen folds clung to my touch like they’d been dipped in honey. Jasmine gasped, and her thighs pressed together, but I wedged my knee between them, forcing her open wider as I leaned in to breathe her scent. “Scott–” she protested before I dragged my tongue through her pussy in one long, slow lick. Her sweet juices exploded on my tongue.

Aria’s cry raked through the air as she watched me work Jasmine from between J’s knees. The moment our eyes met, her hips stuttered against J’s lap as she took him deeper than before. “Fuck me harder,” Aria panted, her nails raking down J’s muscular arms–not a request, but a demand.

Jasmine’s fingers wavered against J’s thigh. With sudden boldness, she reached between Aria’s trembling legs and wrapped her small hand around the base of J’s cock and pulled him free from my wife’s stretched pussy. Aria gasped as her swollen lips desperately tried to cling to her white master’s cock. Jasmine dragged J’s thick head into her mouth and swirled her tongue through the cocktail of their combined juices coating his veined length. Jasmine greedily licked up the frothy white cream Aria’s pussy left on J’s cock.

“Ugggh!” J groaned as Jasmine guided his straining cock back into Aria’s gaping cunt–her nimble fingers kneading his tightening balls while she licked upwards along his disappearing length. Jasmine’s tongue traced every ridge of his shaft until she reached Aria’s pussy. The moment Jasmine’s tongue flicked against Aria’s clit, Aria’s thighs clamped around her head. Jasmine gasped for air–her nose buried in the musky junction where Aria’s pussy met J’s shaft. Aria’s orgasm crested as Jasmine’s fingers dug into J’s thighs and her tongue spasmed against Aria’s pulsing flesh.

The sweet taste clinging to Jasmine’s pussy hit me hard. Her thighs trembled against my face as she came with a muffled scream, her clit throbbing against my greedy tongue. As I drank her in, J growled and slammed Aria down onto his cock. Jasmine’s hips jerked erratically as pleasure wracked her tiny frame–her orgasm prolonged by the vibrations of Aria’s own climax echoing through J’s thrusts.

“Ohhh, Scott!” Jasmine gasped when she finally regained the ability to speak–her voice ragged and broken as she collapsed forward onto her elbows. A slow trickle of her pussy juices dripped down my chin, and Jasmine’s cheeks flushed when she noticed. “I’ve never–” she started to whisper, her fingers trailing through the wetness between her legs before another moan tore from her throat as Aria rode J with renewed frenzy in front of us.

Jasmine’s tiny hands reached back blindly–her fingers grasping at my hips with desperate urgency. “Please,” she whimpered–her voice cracking on the word. The scent of her pussy hit me as Jasmine arched her spine, presenting herself to me with shameless insistence. “Fuck me NOW,” she demanded before slamming herself backwards onto my cock.

Even though my 4-inch Chinese cock was barely half the size of J’s monstrous white snake, Jasmine’s pussy gripped me with incredible tightness. Her breath gasped, and her fingers reached backwards to spread her ass cheeks wider–as my cockhead bumped against her g-spot with every shallow thrust. “Ohhh fuck,” she exhaled before biting her lower lip. “Feels so gooood!”

“Uggh! Harder!” Aria demanded, her quivering ass bouncing roughly against J’s thighs. Her full breasts swayed wildly as she rode him mercilessly.

“Fuck me with that BIG–WHITE–COCK–” Aria screamed, “Oh GOD! You’re stretching me out so good!” she continued as she reached her hand down to rub her clit.

Jasmine moaned loudly as well–her tight pussy clamping down on my smaller shaft, “Scott–fuck–your wife’s so–lucky–” she gasped between thrusts.

Aria’s voice hit that familiar raspy pitch–“Oh GOD, J–your cock’s so much–BIGGER–than my husband’s–”

Those words–the exact words she teased me with in bed two nights ago as I fucked her with that big cock sleeve we named after J. The same emphasis on “BIGGER” that had me cumming even though the silicone shaft numbed my senses. She was putting on a show for me!

Aria’s eyes locked onto mine as she rode J’s white cock. The devilish smirk of her lips confirmed my suspicion that she was playing into my cuck fantasies.

Jasmine moaned beneath me–her cunt squeezing my modest length–, but my gaze stayed glued to Aria’s bouncing tits and to the way Jasmine’s grip clung to J’s thickness.

“FUCK! I’m not gonna be able to feel Scott’s tiny cock ever again after this!” Aria shrieked, her swollen cunt lips stretched madly around J’s girth as she deliberately clenched around him. Jasmine’s tiny fingers trembled at my hips, her eyes flickering between my flushed face and the spectacle of Aria taking her boyfriend’s big cock.

Aria’s taunting dissolved into wordless keening as J suddenly lifted her hips–his forearms flexing beneath her thighs–and hammered upward with the full force of his muscular torso. “Nnngh! *Fuck!*” she gasped–not in English, not in any language–just primal vocalizations ripped from her body.

My attention fractured–half mesmerized by the queefing of Aria’s swollen lips struggling to keep up with J’s brutal thrusts, half drawn downward by a glistening, untouched tightness beneath me. Jasmine’s delicate rosebud puckered with each shallow thrust of my skinny length, the flawless brown skin around it wiggling with her ragged breaths.

With deliberate slowness, I slid a finger into Jasmine’s clenching pussy–her sigh vibrating against my knuckles–and painted a slick stripe upward. The pad of my middle finger caught on her tight rim, applying just enough pressure to make her gasp. Jasmine’s entire body tensed, but her hands clutched the sofa cushions tighter instead of pushing me away. “Scott–” she choked out, her voice cracking when I smeared her own juices in slow circles around that virgin pucker.

Aria’s eyes locked onto my fingers sinking into Jasmine’s trembling asshole -her lips parting on a moan that had nothing to do with J’s cock stretching her wide. Now she licked her lips hungrily, watching my fingertip breach Jasmine’s resistance.

Jasmine’s breath groaned as her body shook, but she arched her back higher, silently begging for more. “Fuck–” Aria gasped, her hips stopped mid-bounce as she watched me worm my finger in more.

I curled my finger deeper while my cock slid in and out of her dripping pussy at a glacial pace. “Relax,” I murmured against her ear, feeling her shudder under my breath. Jasmine exhaled quickly as I twisted my wrist to rub against that secret spot inside her. Her eyes widened when pleasure overrode panic for the first time.

A scant few feet in front of us, J’s cream-covered cock slipped out as Aria watched my finger disappear knuckle-deep between Jasmine’s trembling cheeks. “Jesus fuck,” she panted, her eyes glued to the way Jasmine’s tight ring stretched around my digit. J took advantage of her distraction to slam upward, and Aria’s scream dissolved into a choked moan as her body bowed backward from the force.

“Do it, Scott,” she commanded through clenched teeth. “Fuck her ass as she watches me take all of J’s huge cock!”

Jasmine’s breath quickened when I withdrew my glistening finger and pressed the swollen head of my cock against her tight entrance instead. Her fingernails dug into the sofa cushions as she pushed back tentatively. “Wait–” Jasmine gasped, her muscles clenching spasmodically when I applied steady pressure, “–just–*ohhh fuck*–” Her protest dissolved into a broken moan as her body yielded millimeter by millimeter with a burning stretch.

Her sphincter was impossibly tight–clenching rhythmically like a heartbeat–as I leaned my full weight forward, steadying my cock with one trembling hand. Sweat beaded down my temples from the sheer effort of staying still when every primal instinct demanded I slam forward. Jasmine groaned as the head of my cock finally breached her tight sphincter muscle. Aria’s throaty groan from in front of us mirrored my own as she watched Jasmine’s virgin asshole stretch around my slender dick.

The initial penetration burned–Jasmine’s choked gasp hot against the sofa cushion–as her body struggled to accommodate the intrusion. Her hands scrambled backwards and scored my thighs in silent protest, but the moment my cockhead fully penetrated her tight ring, she froze–her breath gasped. A single tear traced down her cheek as her inner muscles wiggled wildly around me, the stretch overwhelming her petite frame.

On the sofa, Aria’s moan crescendoed as she locked eyes with Jasmine’s trembling form. “Take it,” she purred, her voice raw from screaming, “Take his pathetic little cock like a good girl.” The taunt sent a perverse thrill through me–my small dick twitching inside Jasmine’s tight bung hole–as Aria deliberately arched her back, showcasing the visible bulge J’s thrusts created in her abdomen.

Jasmine’s choked whimper vibrated through me as I rocked forward. I pulled back to give her tight Asian hole a momentarily relief–my cock head just lightly grazing her taut anus. As she let out a breath, I leaned in with determination–my cock breaching her sphincter slightly easier. Her asshole swallowed the head of my cock in one dizzying rush. Jasmine’s scream dissolved as her inner walls gripped tightly around me.

The sensation was excellent–the heat from her ass clamping down on my manhood–and for one moment, I understood how J’s monstrous cock must feel inside Aria’s stretched pussy. My balls slammed against Jasmine’s pussy lips as I sought deeper penetration.

“Look at me, SLUT,” Aria demanded with jagged authority–her manicured nails digging into Jasmine’s chin to wrench her gaze upward. “Watch me take your boyfriend’s cock,” deliberately ground her hips in slow circles to emphasize every inch gaping around his meaty girth.

Jasmine’s eyes stayed glued to Aria’s overstretched pussy as I pressed deeper into her spasming asshole. I watched my wife with the realization that hit Aria wasn’t just fucking J; she was claiming him and his big white cock.

“Ohhh fuck,” Aria moaned as she deliberately slowed her movements, letting Jasmine see the slick, stretched-out mess J’s cock made of her pussy. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’m gonna milk his cock dry,” she purred, “and you’re going to watch.”

“And if you’re good,” she whispered, her thumb swiping through Jasmine’s tears, “and you make my husband cum in your ass…” Her painted lips curled as she leaned closer still. “…I’ll let you clean me up.”

Jasmine’s breath snagged, but I felt the way her ass pushed into my thrusts. The challenge sparked her desire. Her fingers grasped at my thighs–not to push me away, but to drag me deeper–as she gasped, “Y-yes! Please!”

“Pathetic,” she murmured. “You think letting my cuck husband fuck your ass makes you special?” Aria’s eyes burned with amusement, “You’ll never take his cock like I take J’s.” The taunt landed like a slap, but Aria wasn’t finished. With a wicked grin, she deliberately lifted herself–her swollen pussy lips clinging impossibly to J’s veiny shaft–before plunging back down with a wet slap.

Jasmine groaned–her asshole clenching around my cock–as Aria showcased the depth J could reach inside her. Tears streaked down Jasmine’s cheeks, but she threw her hips backward, swallowing me deeper than before. “I–I can take–” she choked out–her voice cracking when I suddenly pulled almost all the way out–before ramming back into her tight rectum.

Her first anal orgasm pulsed through her body as I felt her rectum tighten. Aria’s throaty laugh echoed through the room as she watched Jasmine unravel beneath me. “That’s it, baby,” Aria purred, “let his little cock ruin you.”

Sprawled on the couch in front of Jasmine, J’s breathing turned ragged as he struggled to maintain control. His neck craned at an almost painful angle–straining to watch my cock disappear between Jasmine’s trembling cheeks–and the moment our eyes locked, his jaw clenched visibly. His nostrils widened–his thrusts turning erratic.

J’s sweat-slicked chest started heaving as Aria clenched deliberately around his cockhead. The grip of her swollen lips beckoned for his release before she plunged back down, taking him to the hilt. J’s groan deepened as his balls tightened against her ass. Aria knew he was close, and she rode him harder, her slick folds dragging along his veiny length with brutal precision. “Oh GOD, J–your cock’s so much–BIGGER–than my husband’s–” she gasped again–her voice breaking when J suddenly pistoned upward with enough force to lift her off the cushions.

His release hit like a tidal wave–J’s thick truncheon twitching visibly inside Aria’s stretched pussy as his cum flooded her depths in hot, spurting ropes. The force of his orgasm made her belly bulge before her body rebelled, forcing a thick stream of cum back out around his still-throbbing shaft. Aria’s scream was raw as another climax ripped through her, her cunt milking him with rhythmic contractions.

The sight was degrading and exciting at the same time–J’s pearly cum seeping down his veiny shaft and coating his heavy balls. Jasmine’s ass clenched–her tight sphincter squeezing around my cock–as my own orgasm exploded without warning. My shuddering release painted her clenching insides–her tiny body jerking beneath mine–, but I couldn’t look away from the drip of J’s cum splattering onto the sofa cushions beneath them.

Jasmine’s tongue darted out instinctively–but Aria’s fingers tightened in her hair, forcing her face closer to J’s softening cock. “Lick it,” Aria commanded as she guided Jasmine’s parted lips toward the mess dripping from J’s shaft. Jasmine trembled before her tongue flicked hesitantly against the underside of J’s cockhead. The wet and filthy sound sent a bolt of shameful arousal straight to my spent cock, still jerking involuntarily inside her tight asshole.

Aria’s laugh was dark while her fingers dug into my shoulder. She pulled me free from Jasmine’s grip and pressed my face downward toward the thick pools of cum seeping from her gaping pussy. “Both of you,” she purred. The taste of them flooded my senses as my tongue dragged through the sticky mess dripping down her inner thighs. Jasmine’s moan vibrated as we took turns licking Aria’s swollen gape while my own cum now seeped from her puckered asshole.

J’s hand gripped the back of Jasmine’s neck as his thumb traced the drying streaks of his cum on her chin. “Good girl,” he said. Jasmine flinched, but her lips parted wider, her tongue lapping eagerly at Aria’s overstimulated lips as she smeared our faces with the proof of J’s ownership.

Aria’s gasp tightened around my tongue as another violent orgasm ripped through her. Her sobbing scream sent fresh streams of J’s cum gushing from her ruined pussy and flooding our mouths with his salty release. Jasmine choked–her eyes watering–as the thick cum coated her tongue, but she swallowed desperately with each forced gulp. The potent taste drowned my senses as Aria’s clenching walls milked the last drops onto my waiting tongue.

Jasmine’s face pressed flush against mine as our tongues collided messily in Aria’s slick labia. We licked slavishly between her puffy lips. Every shared stroke sent shudders through Jasmine’s frame as she desperately chased the taste of Aria’s swollen pussy.

J’s rough fingers tangling in both our hair as he guided our faces deeper into Aria’s wrecked cunt. “Fuck,” Aria gasped–her hips jerking–as Jasmine’s nose bumped my cheek while we lapped at her clenching hole.

Later that night, we moved our hedonistic activities to Jasmine’s bedroom. After watching Jasmine and my wife both take turns fucking J on her bed, I would have a second invitation to Jasmine’s incredible ass.

Jasmine lifted her ass in the dim glow of bedside lamps while Aria knelt at the headboard, fingers spreading her own pussy lips in voyeuristic encouragement. J’s monstrous cock glistened with lube as he pressed against Jasmine’s bald pussy–her gasp cutting off when the bulbous head breached her lips. I lined up behind her–my modest erection nudging her tight rosebud once again. “That’s it,” Aria purred, two fingers working her clit lazily, “take them both like a good little slut.”

J’s thrust sent shockwaves through all of us–his hips slamming forward with enough force to push Jasmine backward onto my cock. The sudden penetration tore a scream from her throat as her asshole clamped around me. Every deep pump of J’s cock forward forced me deeper inside her–J’s meaty shaft rubbing against me through the thin membrane separating us–until I could feel the ridged underside of his cock dragging against my own through the shared wall of her body. The sensation was electric–his heat and thickness transferring through her flesh. It was as if he was fucking both of us at the same time.

After I blew a final load in Jasmine’s tiny asshole–my wife encouraging us on with her fingers deep in her own pussy–I rolled off exhausted and just lay in bed as the last drops of cum drizzled down my thighs. As I fell asleep to the sounds of my wife and Jasmine worshipping J’s cock, I knew that this moment would be the start of a sexual adventure for all of us.

To Be Continued…?

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