Our Readers SPH Experiences: The first time I saw his tiny cock!
I sat there speechless, looking at his tiny penis. Maybe it wasn’t hard yet? But I didn’t think that was possible because he had previously been kissing me and fondling my breasts under my shirt before pulling it off and removing my bra. He had to be hard after sucking my nipples and licking every inch of my breasts. I guess this was all he had. I’ve heard of guys with tiny dicks, but I never thought it was true.
I was face to face with one now and still not moving. I was eager to get his shorts off and see what he had. I was looking forward to sucking a healthy cock, to feel the throbbing vein lined shaft and sizeable bulbous head in my mouth. Wet with anticipation, wondering if I would be able to swallow most of him, but now seeing it, I could swallow him without a second thought.
In my head, I was freaking out. Your dick is tiny. What the hell?” I knew I couldn’t just sit there and stare, so I moved my hand forward and cupped his small testicles, which matched his small penis. It was so strange his little boner sticking straight up only two inches, and I swear smaller in diameter than my ring finger! I put my thumb and index finger on the small shaft. It felt like a little plaything instead of a man’s cock. Stroking it up and down almost made me laugh again, but it was covered up with his moan. I couldn’t believe I was using a thumb and finger to stroke him off when I usually use two hands or at least all my fingers and thumb.
I wondered if he even knew how small he was compared to average men. I kept up the ruse, acting like nothing was wrong, and never let on how small I thought he was. I went so far as to drop my head and take him into my mouth with ease. I completely let go with my hand, gripping his narrow shaft between my lips and sucking up and down the entire length like sucking my little finger off. It was pathetic, but what else could I do? He liked my sucking and swallowing his dick, putting his hands on my head, and helping me move a whole two inches.
Since it was so easy and never started to make my mouth sore, I rapidly had him on the verge of climax. Unfortunately, he stopped me before he ejaculated. I guess he wanted to have sex. I wondered if it was possible with something so small, especially wondering if I would feel anything.
After removing the rest of my clothes, I knew I would have to fake everything when he laid down on me. Not only an orgasm but any pleasure for that matter. I was used to five to eight-inch cocks, and wide ones. Cocks that filled me up and took my breath away when they entered the first time. Cocks that pounded deep and spread me wide. I could hardly feel anything. There was no depth of penetration, no feeling of fullness, or my lips spreading open and clinging to the hot shaft. I got more pleasure with my fingers than his small cock gave me. His thrusts were tiny, and all I could feel was his body hitting mine and a slight annoyance, like an itch in my pussy. I wondered if he was getting any friction from it, or was I too wide and worn in for him to have pleasure. I guess he was because he moaned and exclaimed how good it felt while fondling my breasts, which was the only pleasure I was getting from it. I figured I’d put in a few moans, urge him on and act like I was cumming when he was. Girls can fake much easier than guys. We don’t have to ejaculate or anything.
The problem was, he decided he wanted to try all sorts of different positions, from doggy style to me on top and then modified missionary when my legs up over my head. Nothing felt any better, especially with me on top. I kept going too high, and he’d fall out, and I wouldn’t be able to tell until he said something or tried to get it back in. I finally feigned being tired so he would change again even though I was far from tired. I usually love riding a large cock, bending it where I want it, and driving down hard repeatedly. This one wasn’t worth the time.
It was hard to stay in the moment. My mind kept wandering away from sex, going as far as thinking about work tomorrow or what was on TV at home. I was bored, his penis was doing nothing for me, and there is only so much breast play a girl can take before it becomes lame. Finally, he bent me over on my back and stood over me, driving his tiny penis in as deep as possible after doggy and me on top. I almost suggested he stick it in my ass to feel something, but I held my tongue. He was working hard, and generally, if a guy were thrusting as hard as he was with an average dick, it would have been heaven, making me cum at least two times by now, but I wasn’t even close.
Sweat was dripping from his forehead, and his body was shiny with a sheen of sweat. I urged him on, going as far as telling him to fuck me harder and faster to get him to cum already. Seeing he was getting close, I figured I’d get some pleasure out of it and began to play with my clitoris, hoping to have a small orgasm, so this wasn’t a complete waste of time. Seeing me playing with myself pushed him over the limit because he said he would cum seconds later.
I felt his load ooze into my pussy, dripping deeper than his penis ever did. He cursed and shook, holding his small penis inside me while it convulsed. I pretended I was cumming, screaming, and trembling with him until he backed away. He had a little semen dripping down his narrow shaft. The odd difference between the rest of him and that small penis was something I knew I could never get used to it.
The End.
*This story has been edited to fix spelling, punctuation, & basic grammar, but the narrative and plot have remained the same. Remember, even with limited editing. It doesn’t mean any possible major flaws in this story were fixed.
6:56 am
great story !!!!