SPH-THEMED EROTICA STORIES

I was 25, working a dead-end IT job in the city, and my sex life was a disaster. Dates fizzled out fast once things got physical—girls would smile politely, make excuses, and ghost me. My cock? Pathetic. Hard, it hit three inches at the most, skinny as a pencil, with balls that barely hung. I’d convinced myself it was enough if I was enthusiastic, but deep down, I knew better. That’s how I ended up on Tinder, swiping desperately one Friday night, matching with Lena.

She was 28, curvy in all the right ways from her pics—blonde hair, full lips, and an ass that dominated every photo. PAWG, I’d learn later, but back then, I just thought she looked stacked. We chatted, flirted, and by 10 p.m., she invited me over to her apartment for drinks.

I showed up with a six-pack, nerves buzzing. Lena answered the door in yoga pants that hugged her hips like a second skin, her cheeks spilling out the sides, massive and round. Up close, she was even thicker—wide hips, thick thighs, a belly that softened her frame, but that ass… it jiggled when she walked, pulling my eyes like a magnet. We drank on her couch, laughing about work bullshit, her hand on my knee inching higher. Soon, we were kissing, sloppy and urgent, her tongue invading my mouth. ‘Bedroom?’ she murmured, grabbing my hand.

Her room was dim, lit by a bedside lamp. She peeled off her top, bra following—big tits bouncing free, nipples hard. I stripped fast, cock already straining, that sad little nub pointing up. Lena shimmied out of her pants, no panties underneath, and bent over the bed, presenting herself. Her pussy peeked between her thighs, shaved smooth, lips puffy. But her ass cheeks? Enormous, like two pale pillows stacked high, swallowing the space between. I stepped up behind her, heart hammering, hands gripping her hips. She was wet—I could see the glisten—but as I pressed forward, my cock tip nudged her folds.

Or tried to.

I thrust, aiming for her vaginal entrance, but her ass flesh engulfed me. The head of my dick slid along her crack, poking at the outer lips, but couldn’t find purchase. It was like humping a wall of soft meat—her cheeks clapped around my shaft, warm and smothering, but I wasn’t inside.

“Come on, fuck me,” she urged, pushing back.

I tried harder, hips bucking, sweat beading on my forehead. My cock rubbed her pussy lips, slipping up and down the slit, but penetration?

Impossible.

The sheer size of her ass buried my length before it could breach.

“What the hell? Are you even trying?” Lena snapped, glancing over her shoulder. Frustration edged her voice.

I redoubled, grabbing her ass cheeks to spread them—my fingers sank deep into the flesh, like dough—but even parted, the angle was wrong. My tip kissed her hole, teased the rim, but slid away every time.

“Deeper! I need you inside!” she demanded, wiggling her hips.

I poked frantically, the head battering her pussy lips, smearing her juices on my skin, but no entry. Her ass was too vast, the cheeks rebounding to block me out.

She straightened up, turning to face me, eyes narrowing as she looked down. “Show me what you’re working with.”

Mortified, I stepped back, my erection bobbing—tiny, glistening from her wetness. Her laugh was sharp, disbelieving.

“Oh my God, that’s it? No wonder you can’t fuck me. Your dick’s a fucking joke—too small to even reach my pussy through all this.” She slapped her ass, the flesh rippling. “Look at this. You thought this little baby carrot could handle it? Pathetic.”

Heat flooded my face, shame twisting my gut, but my cock throbbed harder, traitorous. Lena smirked, pushing me onto the bed. She straddled my thighs backward, her massive ass hovering over my lap.

“Fine, if you can’t fuck, maybe you can hump like a dog.”

She lowered, ass cheeks spreading to sandwich my shaft between them. The pressure was intense—soft, hot flesh clamping my dick, her ass crack enveloping it completely. She started grinding, rocking her hips, her ass cheeks sliding up and down my length.

“Feel that? This is as close as you’ll get to pussy tonight. Rubbing on my fat ass like a loser.”

I groaned, hands clutching the sheets, as she worked me. Her cheeks squeezed, the motion slick from her arousal dripping down. My tip poked out the top occasionally, brushing her asshole, but never entering—just teasing, denied.

“Bet you’ve never been inside a real woman, huh? Too tiny. Girls probably fake it with you, or just laugh.”

She bounced lightly, ass clapping against my thighs, the friction building fast.

“Cum for me, babydick. Shoot your load on my ass cheeks since you can’t fill me up.”

It hit me quick—waves of humiliation crashing with pleasure. I bucked up, my little cock pulsing between her ass cheeks, spurting ropes of cum onto her skin. She kept grinding through it, milking every drop, mocking all the way.

“That’s all? Barely anything. Get out of my house, loser.”

She stood, ass shiny with my mess, and went to the bathroom to clean up.

I dressed in silence, avoiding her eyes, the reality sinking in. I’d never realized an ass could be so big it hid everything—pussy, anus, all unreachable for someone like me. Driving home, sticky and defeated, I deleted Tinder. Another night proving I was built wrong, destined for a life of handpussy only.

 

The End.

 

 

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