Our Readers SPH Experiences: Not Measuring Up

By Difficult_Assist2115.

This happened a few years back when my fiancé and I were on vacation in the Dominican. Christina is a beautiful, 5’6” tanned, big-titted Filipina with an insatiable sex drive. Before me, she had only had one other cock, Matt, who she said was massive, but she always assured me that my Asian dick was enough for her.

However, sometimes, when we would fight, she would remark about me having a grade-school dick. I chalked it up to her being mad and trying to get back at me because, after all, we fucked all the time, and she never had an issue during those sessions.

But that day, maybe it was the pressure of the upcoming nuptials or her drinking too much at the beach, but that day she made one too many grade-school dick comments, and an argument ensued. I told her that I had seen plenty of other penises at the gym and that I was average-sized and to lay off, but she kept pushing it.

Shortly after, there was a knock at the door. It was Miguel, one of the beach attendants bringing back her sunglasses that she had left at the cabana. He was nothing to look at. Maybe he was 5’7”, balding, had a thick mustache, and had a significant beer gut. I tipped him and started to send him on his way.

Christina interrupted and said, “Stop, Miguel. Let’s prove it. Miguel, can I please see your penis?”

He shot an unsure look at me, and I looked at her, back at him, and said nothing. Christina reached behind her back and undid her bikini top, exposing her beautiful breasts and perky brown nipples.

“Miguel, can I please see your penis? My husband seems to think he can measure up to you,” Christina spoke flawless Spanish, so her saying it to him in English was clearly to mock me.

My instinct was to cover her exposed tits. Still, in my ignorance and eagerness to prove my point, I let it ride and nodded for Miguel to unbuckle his khaki beach shorts.

“Show her if you want to, Miguel,” I said.

She sat down on the edge of the bed to enjoy the show as I moved closer to him and pulled down my surf shorts, exposing my soft dick so that she could see Miguel and me side by side. I focused my gaze on her, sitting topless on the bed, awaiting the reaction on her face to seeing his penis. I heard his shorts and belt hit the cold tile floor and watched as she brought her hands to her mouth and started laughing.

“Oh my God,” she said over and over.

I smiled in what I thought was vindication.

Then she said, “Miguel, bring that big man’s cock over here. I want to suck it. Please, let me suck it,” and motioned with her hand to her mouth that she wanted to fellate his Latino manhood.

Miguel had a hairy, brown cock between his legs. At least seven inches flaccid and probably as thick as Christina’s dainty wrist. He also had a gigantic set of hairy balls. I thought his beer gut would have obscured it, but it hung down like a meaty pendulum and swung back and forth menacingly as he approached her on the edge of the bed.

He placed his hands on his hips and said, “You like?”

“I LOVE,” Christina replied, dropping to her knees on the cold tile.

I wanted to stop this before it went any further, but watching her gently pull back his thick, sloppy, copious foreskin to reveal Miguel’s thick caramel cockhead and the subsequent struggle to get all of it into her mouth kept my silence. Well, I had stepped out of my surf shorts and began to jerk my cock to its full silver member hardness. I stepped up beside Miguel and presented it to Christina for sucking, but she slapped it away.

“See? This is what I was talking about. You can’t possibly think you measure up to this,” she said as she brought to her lips Miguel’s now engorged cock, and French kissed his piss slit.

Her diamond engagement ring glistened, and she jerked his meaty cock and took him back in her mouth. Miguel smiled, chuckled, and returned to holding her head back and guiding my fiancé’s mouth up and down his shaft. When he wasn’t forcing her head down on his cock, he roughly groped her perfect breasts, alternating slapping and pinching her nipples as she moaned with her mouth full. She had finally worked a couple of inches of his hardening cock into her mouth and didn’t want to break the rhythm. When she finally did, she stood and untied her bikini bottom, revealing her tight shaved snatch.

She said, “Baby, eat my pussy while I work on a real man’s cock for a change.”

Miguel removed his shirt to reveal a hairy back, chest, and saggy man boobs. Looking at her crazed eyes, running mascara, spit, and precum-covered face, I wondered what my sweet Christina had gotten us into. When she finally let his cock drop from her mouth, I breathed a sigh of relief until she started sucking on his big hairy nut sack and slurping and fingering his hairy ass-bud.

At full mast, he was probably around nine inches. Not much changed in his thickness, but he was over 2.5x my size when Christina finally got him to a full erection. I looked on in shame. The realization of not measuring up finally struck me. My small dick began to shrink as Miguel laid flat on the bed and Christina squatted over him. I went to grab a condom from the bathroom. I always had to wear a condom with Christina until we got married, her rule, not mine, which was weird because she was on birth control pills. But she stopped me.

“Your condoms are too small. They are made for sissy clits like yours. They’re not going to fit a real man’s cock. Get over here and help me so I don’t lose my balance,” she said as she started impaling herself on Miguel’s thick uncut dick.

Miguel fucked her for twenty minutes in various positions, and now they were conversing exclusively in Spanish. She was fully stretched out and took every inch of him deep.

“You’ve suffered enough. Come over and sixty-nine with me while Miguel finishes.”

I jumped onto the bed and got onto my back while she entered the doggie position. However, I was still limp and tiny because she wasn’t taking my tiny dick into her mouth even though we were in a sixty-nine. She was just moaning and focusing on the big cock inside her cunt.

“Honey, Miguel says he has to get back to work now. Please lick his shaft and ball sac so he can finish inside me.”

Before I could protest, his nuts suffocated me, so I did as I was told and could, more insultingly, faintly taste my wife’s lipstick and alcoholic beach drinks on his heavy sac. Occasionally he would pull out of Christina entirely so I could watch her pussy gape without his big cock. Then he would plunge it into the hilt, repeatedly sending her over the edge, something I could never do. When it was fully out, he’d rub his cock on my face and lips, and when I submitted and opened up, he’d fuck my mouth with his cockhead, which I also struggled with. Then he’d pull out and resume the vaginal assault.

“Baby, are you sucking on his cock? Because your small dick is finally getting hard again.”

With that, Christina finally put my dick back in her mouth. I began working on Miguel’s cock earnestly because my dick was getting harder as I played with his cock and balls.

His hairy ass cheeks finally stiffened as he started to pump load and load into my fiancé. After what seemed like forever, he pulled out his heavy cum and pussy juice-covered man meat and fed it to me for cleanup duty. As I hungrily spit-shined his limp but heavy cock and balls, I blew my load in Christina’s mouth, which she promptly spit out into her hand, reached around, and rubbed into her pussy lips, mixing my sperm and his.

Soon Miguel dressed and left. Christina squatted over my face and expelled his cum into my mouth.

“Baby, I’m so sore. Oh God, Miguel had a really, really big cock. Just like Matt had, only Matt was circumcised and shaved bare. Now do you see what a grade-school dick you have? You have to accept that you don’t measure up. It’s OK. We can make it up in other ways. But see what I’m missing out on by marrying you? By the way, please be gentle when you’re cleaning me up. He really stretched me out.”


The End.


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