My Little Sports Bra
An SPH Experience by wifesshrimpy.
“Oh ya… what’s the giggle for?” I asked, already knowing exactly what was coming.
“Nothing, bug.” She slipped under the covers, trying to play it off.
“Come on, just say whatever you were thinking.”
She got comfortable, pulling the blanket up to her chin, and that smirk spread across her face. “I just don’t see your dick. I just see a little bulge in your underwear, is all. It’s like a sports bra for your little dick.”
A sports bra. For my dick. I laughed despite myself because honestly? She wasn’t wrong. Those briefs smoothed everything out so completely that there was barely a hint of anything underneath. Just a slight rounded mound where my cock and balls were compressed together.
We were both under the covers now, the room dim except for the glow of her phone on the nightstand. I don’t know what possessed me—maybe it was the challenge in her voice, maybe it was the way her eyes sparkled—but I said, “I bet you can’t find my dick.”
Manly challenge? More like pathetic plea. But she took me up on it instantly. She locked eyes with me, reached under the blanket with her two fingers, and started feeling around. Her fingers brushed against my groin, searching for the familiar shape. But the briefs had done their job too well. She grabbed something—a fold of skin on my right ball—and squeezed it between her fingers.
“I win. Now I get a blowjob!” I declared, feeling a stupid rush of victory.
She burst out laughing, that full-bellied laugh I love. “No way. Good night, shrimpy.” She rolled over, and that was that.
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Fast forward to last night. We’re getting into bed, and I’m feeling needy. I told her I needed some loving, and she rolled her eyes with that playful reluctance I know so well. “Fine. Get inchy out of your sports bra tonight.”
I was already ahead of her. “I’m not wearing the sports bra underwear tonight. I’m wearing the ones with more room.”
She snorted. “More room for an inchy dick, huh? It’s a sports bra for your dick because I couldn’t find the head of your dick last night. You had like… a uniboob. But for your dick.”
“A uniboob for my dick?” I repeated, laughing so hard my abs hurt.
“Yeah! It’s like all I could feel were balls and then a little hump of something else!” She was grinning now, clearly enjoying herself. “Well, get him hard so I can be disappointed yet again.”
I already had him out. I’d stripped off my boxers while she was talking, so my dick was standing at attention—all four and a half inches of him—with my balls still tucked away. “He’s out and hard, ready for you.”
She reached under the covers and felt around. “Oh look, I can feel him but no balls. Just the opposite of your sports bra underwear. I’ll find the candy grape balls.”
For the record, my balls aren’t that small. They’re average enough. But she found them, cupped them in her palm, and then grabbed them both hard. One slipped out from her grip, and she readjusted, squeezing the other one with aggressive determination.
“Ouch, that hurts…” I trailed off as she dug her fingers in.
“You like it. You’re completely hard now, so stop it. I bet you even like…” She paused, and before I could react, she slid her pinky finger—nail and all—as far into my urethra as she could manage.
I squirmed. Hard. A moan escaped my throat as she scratched all around the head of my cock with her thumb and middle finger, her pinky still buried in the tip. “I can do that with my pinky and then scratch you with my thumb and middle finger, and it feels amazing, doesn’t it?”
“Yes,” I breathed out, barely able to form words.
“My exes would need my whole hand or two to do that. Do you realize that?”
“Yes, ma’am. They were just a little bit bigger.” I was fishing, and she knew it.
“A little? Try double your tiny little inchy. You have five seconds to cum before I stop.”
“I’ll cum. I promise. Just don’t tell me I’m small.”
She laughed softly, her hand still working me. “Well, I don’t need to tell you when I can show you how tiny you are in my hands. I bet you’ll cum as soon as I hide your whole dick in my one hand.”
She closed her palm around my entire shaft. I couldn’t see it, but I could feel it—the heat of her hand, the way my dick was completely swallowed up, not even the head peeking out. That visual, that feeling of being so completely engulfed by her, pushed me over the edge. I came hard into her grip, pulsing against her fingers as she held me tight.
I did. That was it.
I cleaned myself up, and we went to sleep. Her arm draped over my chest, her breath warm against my neck. The familiar weight of her body pressed against mine, and I knew—no matter how small I was in her hands—she had me completely.
The End.
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