The Visitor
By MinimumSiz3.
I was in.
Craig went to a school three hours away. We’d never met, but Yvonne talked about him constantly—how tall he was, how athletic, how they’d been together since high school. I didn’t think much of it. I was just excited to have a chill weekend with Elana, some drinks, maybe some games.
They picked a nice local restaurant, the kind with dim lighting and leather booths. The four of us sat around, ordered a few rounds, and hit it off immediately. Craig was a big guy—broad shoulders, thick neck, hands that looked like they could palm a basketball. We got to talking about sports, about classes, about stupid shit we’d done in college. The girls laughed at our jokes, egged us on.
By the time we got back to their apartment, we were all a little buzzed. Yvonne pulled out a bottle of whiskey and a deck of cards. We played Kings, then some drinking game I don’t remember the name of, just passing a cup around and taking shots when you lost. The rules dissolved fast. Soon we were just sitting on the floor, legs tangled, making up our own dares.
“You two are being so macho tonight,” Elana said, leaning into me. She ran her fingers through my hair. “I like it.”
Yvonne giggled. “Yeah, Craig’s usually all sweet and quiet. But tonight? He’s all mine.” She grabbed his jaw and kissed him hard.
Something shifted in the air—the four of us, close in that small living room, the whiskey warming our blood. Craig and I locked eyes. There was a challenge there, but a friendly one like two stags sizing each other up before a playful rut.
“I dare you,” Elana said, looking at Yvonne, “to let us write our names on you.”
Yvonne’s eyes went wide. Then she grinned. “Only if you let them write on you too.”
We grabbed markers from the kitchen. I wrote ELANA’S across her stomach, then PROPERTY OF [MY NAME] just above her hipbone. She giggled as the marker tickled her skin. Craig wrote YVONNE’S across her chest, then CRAIG’S GIRL on her inner thigh. The girls posed for us, showing off the marks, and we all cheered.
Then Elana looked at me, then at Craig. “Okay, strip club rules. Clothes off.”
Nobody argued.
We were all naked within thirty seconds—Elana and Yvonne are on the floor, giggling, their bodies marked with our names. Craig stood up, and I saw him for the first time.
My breath caught.
He was hung and like, hung. His cock hung down soft, thick as a wrist, already half-hard from the alcohol and the energy. It wasn’t even fully erect yet, and it already looked bigger than anything I’d ever seen in person. Dark, veiny, swinging between his thighs like a piece of meat.
I looked down at myself. Soft, maybe two inches. Hard, I’d get to four on a good day. Flaccid, I was barely a nub.
I felt the familiar knot tighten in my stomach. The same knot I’d felt in the fraternity bathroom, in the bar trough, whenever I was about to be compared and found lacking.
But nobody was looking at me yet. Elana was staring at Craig, her mouth slightly open. Yvonne was already on her knees in front of him, licking the underside of his shaft as it swelled.
I climbed on top of Elana, positioning myself between her legs, trying to focus on her. She was wet, warm, her slit opening for me. I slid in—all four inches of me—and she gasped, but it wasn’t the same gasp she’d made when she saw Craig. It was polite. Familiar.
I started thrusting, but my eyes kept drifting to the other side of the room. Yvonne had taken Craig’s cock into her mouth, bobbing her head, and even from here, I could see how much she struggled to take it. He was thick—too thick for her throat—and she gagged, saliva dripping down his shaft.
Elana’s gaze was locked on them, too. Her pussy tightened around me, but she wasn’t looking at me. She was watching Craig.
“He’s so big,” she whispered. Not to me. To herself.
I kept pumping, trying to match the rhythm of Yvonne’s bobbing head. But I could feel myself shrinking inside her. Not physically—I was still hard—but psychologically. My four inches felt like a toothpick next to the monster on the other side of the room.
Yvonne pulled off, gasping. “Fuck me, Craig. Please.”
He lay her down on the rug, spread her legs, and lined himself up. I watched as the head of his cock pressed against her opening. She was tight—I could see it in the way her body tensed—but he pushed, and her lips stretched around him, and then he was inside.
All of him.
She cried out, a high, keening sound. Her legs wrapped around his waist. He started to move, slow at first, then faster, his hips slapping against her thighs. The sound was wet, deep, obscene.
Elana’s hand gripped my shoulder. “Keep going,” she said, but her eyes were on Craig. Always on Craig.
I fucked her harder, trying to get her attention. She moaned, but she was distracted, her body moving under mine without the same urgency. I could feel her pussy gripping me, but her energy was elsewhere, her hips tilting to get a better view of the other couple.
Yvonne came first. Her whole body arched, her fingers digging into the rug, a long, shuddering moan escaping her lips. Craig kept thrusting, his face a mask of concentration, sweat dripping from his brow.
And then Elana crawled out from under me.
She didn’t ask. She didn’t look back. She just crawled across the floor, on her hands and knees, her ass swaying, and positioned herself behind Craig.
He pulled out of Yvonne, his cock slick and glistening, and turned to face Elana. She was already on her knees, her mouth open, her tongue out.
“Please,” she said. A word I’d never heard her say.
Craig didn’t hesitate. He stepped forward, grabbed the back of her head, and fed his cock into her mouth.
I watched my girlfriend suck another man’s dick. Watched as her cheeks hollowed, as she gagged, as she moaned around his shaft. Watched as her hand reached down and touched herself, her fingers sliding into her own wetness.
Yvonne was watching too, propped up on her elbows, a lazy smile on her face. “He’s good at that,” she said to me. “Making girls beg.”
I was still hard. Still stroking myself, my four-inch cock in my hand, slick with Elana’s juices. I was jerking off to the sight of my girlfriend servicing a man twice my size. And I couldn’t stop.
Elana deep-throated him, her nose pressed against his pelvis, her throat bulging. She held it for a few seconds, then pulled off, gasping for air. “God, you’re so big,” she said, her voice hoarse. “So much bigger than—”
She stopped herself. But we all knew what she was going to say.
I kept stroking. Faster now. The humiliation burned through me, hot and sharp, but it was also electric. I was as hard as I’d ever been.
Craig grabbed Elana by the hips and flipped her onto her back. He climbed on top of her, spread her legs, and I watched as the head of his cock pressed against her slit. She was already so wet from watching him fuck Yvonne that he slid in with almost no resistance.
Elana screamed.
Not a moan. A scream. Her back arched, her hands clawed at his shoulders, her legs wrapped around his waist, and pulled him deeper. He was buried all the way inside her, and I could see the bulge in her stomach where his cock pressed against her walls.
“You feel that?” he grunted. “Feel the difference?”
“Yes,” she sobbed. “Yes, God, yes.”
I was still jerking off. Watching my girlfriend get fucked by a man with a nine-inch cock, while I stood there with my four inches, my hand sliding up and down, cumming closer and closer.
He fucked her hard. Harder than I ever had. Her tits bounced, her head thrown back, her mouth open in a continuous moan. Yvonne crawled over to me, wrapped her hand around mine, and started jerking me off too.
“Look at them,” she whispered in my ear. “Look at how she takes it. She’s never gonna forget this.”
Elana came. Her whole body clenched, her pussy milking his cock, and she cried out my name—but it was strangled, lost in the sound of her own climax. And then I came too, spurting over Yvonne’s hand, my cum landing on the floor in pathetic little puddles.
Craig pulled out of Elana. His cock was still hard, slick with her juices, and he knelt over her stomach. He aimed where I had written my name, the marker still faint on her skin.
And he came.
Thick ropes of cum, hot and white, splattering over my handwriting. Blotting out my name and covering my property with his own. He kept coming, wave after wave, until my name was completely obscured, buried under a layer of his seed.
Elana lay there, panting, her stomach covered in cum. She looked up at me, and there was something in her eyes. Not guilt. Not an apology. Just… acknowledgment.
This happened. I chose this. And you watched.
The four of us lay there in silence for a long time. Then Yvonne laughed, breaking the tension. “Well,” she said, “that was a hell of a ‘small group hangout.'”
Craig grinned. “Best weekend ever.”
I didn’t say anything. I just looked at Elana’s stomach, at the cum covering my name, and I felt my cock twitch.
I was already hard again.
The End.
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