What I Heard Through the Floor
By LID900.
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It was a cold night in late 2000. My girlfriend Nancy and I, Danny, were both nineteen, college sophomores. The only thing was that we went to different schools. She had just finished pledging her sorority, and we were going to her first party as an official Kappa sister…
We arrived at the frat house together at about eight-thirty. The place was already pulsing with loud music, laughter, and red plastic cups. Over forty people filled the space, all of whom I didn’t know except Nancy and a couple of her sisters. Nancy, giddy and glowing with that “I finally belong” energy, seemed to know everyone.
Nancy started moving from person to person as I tried to keep up with her. She was always pleasant in nature, and everyone seemed to enjoy her company…especially the guys there.
I saw many intoxicated frat bros looking sideways at her face, chest, and cute little butt that she squeezed tight into a pair of partially sheer, back yoga pants, showing off the sides of her body.
My Nancy looked fucking good, while I felt a little uncomfortable watching almost twenty drunk guys foam at the mouth over her.
After about half an hour of drinking, we saw a few people in a quiet corner, having a calm discussion. One of them yelled out a wild idea. It was a big game of strip beer pong—Guys versus girls. Laughter broke out, and soon they were forming teams. It wound up six against six, as most either ignored them or shied away.
When Nancy was asked to join, she eagerly agreed, as she was drunk enough to treat it as harmless fun. I was very reluctant, as I have a tiny penis. One inch soft, under three and a quarter, rock solid.
I felt forced to agree because if you didn’t play, you had to leave the room. There was no way I was leaving my girlfriend in there alone with naked people.
Twelve people, six on each side. The rules were simple, but the stakes turned out to be much higher than I ever expected.
We lost badly, and as the crowd grew, so did my anxiety. The room flooded with people, when someone opened the door and shouted out, “It’s naked time.”
Apparently, then, everyone was interested in the game. Laughter, chants, and playful teasing ensued as the six of us losers stood up on a makeshift stage with one more piece of cloth to go.
The Frat usually used the stage only for bands and the charity events they held, but the girls apparently took charge and thought this was special enough, so they made us all get up on stage.
Standing there only in boxers, I never felt more scared or exposed in my life. I felt sick with apprehension, as my “biggest” flaw was about to be shown to more strangers than I’ve ever been around. I felt totally overwhelmed by the humility of being compared to the guys standing next to me, with bodies clearly much better than mine.
I never worked out back then, so I had no authentic muscle tone and a slight belly. The other guys were ripped. I looked over and counted six-packs after six-packs after six-packs after six-packs after six-packs. My blood pressure rose to its highest level ever.
Diana shushed the crowd, then had everyone make drumroll sounds as we bent over to drop our “panties,” as the sisters called them.
We bent back up, and there was absolute silence. A few “damns,” and “holy shits.” Then, snickers. Followed by an absurd amount of laughter. They were all looking and pointing at me and my shriveled, acorn penis. It looked like a pig in a blanket compared to the impressive cocks next to me.
They were all over double soft, as I am hard. My head was spinning at what was going on, and I was shaking. My little guy had barely any pubic hair on it with hairless little grape balls. You see, I have a testosterone deficiency due to Pituitary gland issues.
I looked over at Nancy, who was oblivious to it, but was looking down with her lip bit hard at the bigger dicks. She caught me out of the corner of her eye and looked at me with a sad, apathetic, “poor baby” face. I was humiliated, and the jokes did not stop.
People yelled out, “Damn, dude, you piss on your balls? Yo, did you even go through puberty? That’s a fucking midget dick.”
Evidently, Nancy told her six elder sisters that I was lacking endowment.
Amber, Nancy’s other sister, yelled out, “Damn Nan, you said he was tiny, but Jesus, Danny boy. Every one of my vibrators is bigger than you, even the little four-inch one I used to pop my cherry.”
The other guys quickly voted for me to be the ultimate loser who had to remain nude for the duration of the party. One of the brothers said, “You’re the newbie and have to go through your pledge process now.” I started hyperventilating, arguing that part had never been agreed upon before the match.
Diana said, “That’s what we were talking about in the corner when you and Nancy first got here.”
I protested desperately, but nothing worked as they took all my clothes and hid them from me.
The laughter wasn’t just from strangers anymore — I saw Nancy crack a few uneasy laughs at some jokes that were aimed at me in her now drunken daze. She unsuccessfully tried to play the laughs off as coughs, so she just started cracking up with every joke they threw at me.
I almost cried, feeling embarrassed beyond belief. What made matters worse was when I looked over at Nancy again. She seemed completely goofy-eyed, not realizing she was drooling out of the corners of her mouth. She was entranced, gawking wide-mouthed at their clearly superior cocks.
Nancy ignored me entirely while she was intently checking them up, down, and all over. Tongue literally quivering with fire in her eyes that I had never seen before.
The other guys got dressed and rejoined the rest of the party. There was nothing I could do about it. The vote was final, and I was stuck, naked.
After twenty or so minutes, the sorority head, Diana, Nancy’s official big sister, and the five studs came over to Nancy and me. Diana said, “We thought it over, Peewee, and you look miserable. So, we’re going to allow you to get your clothes back.”
I asked, “How?”
Diana looked at me sinisterly and said… “Ok, baby dick, you will play pong again. Five on one. Each one of the other losers gets a shot in a rotation versus you, until either side sinks five shots. — As long as you wager Nancy’s tight little pussy on it to whomever the sorority chooses…”
I said, “What the hell kind of shit is that?”
But before I could tell Diana to fuck off, drunk ass Nancy yelled out, “Deal, you got this baby,” with a snicker. The crowd roared with jubilation.
I played, but my hands were shaking. I wasn’t just nervous, I was terrified. I was surrounded by drunk people who thought my shame was entertainment…even Nancy.
They didn’t even break a sweat as they crushed me five-one. The crowd cheered like it was a championship win, and I just stood there — broken, small, and numb. The jokes started back up. They grew meaner, and I felt trapped in a bad dream that wouldn’t end.
“Awwww, Nancy, that’s the little secret you were talking about? No wonder she’s always walking normally. Nancy, sweetie, we finally get why you’re always so… unsatisfied.”
Nancy looked over at me, and all I saw was a mix of pity and discomfort. But also, like she was intrigued with the anticipation of what was to come to her that night.
I watched, scared, as Nancy’s sisters were jumping up and down, squealing giddily. They voted fast as each one yelled out for Macho, the frat President. A tall Spanish senior, twenty-two, who was a legitimate heart throb with a crazy eight-pack.
He was also unmistakably the biggest endowed. It was clearly over seven inches soft and just under nine, hard, apparently. Thick like a steel pipe, too.
Macho jumped up and said, “Fuck yeah, I wanted that chick ever since I caught her smiling at me in the library the other day.” Nancy’s eyes widened, and she turned away from me like she was embarrassed by what he said. I was left standing there, slack-jawed and naked.
Macho started slowly shedding his clothes as Nancy watched intently. He intimidatingly popped his huge junk up and down a bunch of times at her, while looking me in the eye. He was flipping me off with both hands and smiling smugly, the asshole.
Nancy was in la la land at that point and didn’t even acknowledge that I was there. It was heartbreaking.
As desperate and pathetic as I was, I had to helplessly watch in horror as my girlfriend of over three and a half years went upstairs with an undeniable “Spanish God.” A guy who clearly had me and my under three and a quarter inches dwarfed.
Macho actually shook my whole body when he snapped at Nancy hard and loud. “Pick Goliath up and lead me to my room bitch.”
She completely ignored his rudeness and howled twice like a chihuahua. My sweet little Nancy gladly snatched his python with both hands, as one of them couldn’t fit around it.
Nancy was speaking to me when she said, “A bet’s a bet, Danny. You lost, sorry.” Nancy’s eyes were still locked on Macho’s “Polla Grande,” as he called it. Nancy finished by softly saying, “And I won.”
Nancy was staring wide-eyed at his veiny, completely shaven monster. She walked upstairs backwards because she refused to stop staring at it.
Macho looked at me with a shit-eating grin and yelled for one of his frat brothers to throw over the bottle of lube they kept in a drawer.
He said to me, “Judging by that tic tac in front of you, bro, I’m gonna need a lot of this.”
They faded up the stairs, and all I could do was stand there and watch it unfold, as I had lost…My clothes, my self-respect, and my sweet, innocent Nancy.
My mind was racing and going insane like never before. I kept wondering what was going on up there, as people continued to taunt me.
I was numb to the words after a little while, checking my phone to see how much time had passed since they left. Time went by slowly as I wasn’t thinking of anything other than my sweet, pure girlfriend…or Macho’s donkey dick.
I couldn’t leave either, as they said they wouldn’t give me my clothes back until Nancy and her new “daddy,” as they called Macho, were done.
Diana yelled out, “Why the fuck do you think we call him Macho, ‘Thumbelina?’ He’s the best fuck ever. He’s already made complete sluts out of all of us, Kappa elders. This was our chance to have our new little sis Nan enjoy his enormous churro too, pin dick.”
She continued, “I’m guessing by the stories she’s told all of us, you’re the worst fuck you pathetic little bitch. Nan told us that you can’t even last more than a few minutes, loser.” A single tear dropped from my eye as I felt betrayed by Nancy. They laughed even more after that.
There was loud music playing, so nothing was heard from the two of them, thankfully. They were on the second floor on the opposite side of the house…Or so I was told.
About fifteen minutes after they went up, the sisters turned off the music. Then we heard it…The clear sounds of bed springs creaking, followed by deep grunts from Macho. What followed were squeaks and squeals that I’ve never heard before coming from Nancy’s sweet little mouth…from the floor above.
So many thoughts flooded my head, especially after seeing how fucking massive Macho’s manhood was. I couldn’t stop thinking about how she would react to something that big. My curiosity was quickly answered.
We heard them grunting hard, like a couple of goddamn boars. Over the next handful of minutes, we heard whimpers. Whimpers turned to moans, moans to screams, screams to floor-shaking orgasms…multiple.
Other people in the house started to line up outside “their” room, hooking up while listening to them in the heat of passion. They counted out a few massive orgasms Nancy had had so far.
They rush downstairs every so often to give us updates. They were breathless, half-laughing, half-shocked:
“Oh my god, Nancy just sounds…claimed. Listen to her, she’s hitting octaves that could summon wildlife.”
Nancy yelled out, “OH MY GOD MACHO. I DIDN’T KNOW IT COULD FEEL LIKE THIS. I’VE NEVER FELT ANYTHING LIKE THIS BEFORE. I’m shaking— I’m actually shaking. Don’t— don’t stop—OH, OH…THIS ISN’T WHAT I’M USED TO.”
Her voice lowered to deep moans, “I don’t want anything else. I want you. I’m choosing this. I’m yours. I don’t think I can go back at this point.”
We heard Macho reply loudly, “That’s it bitch, say my name. Louder — let the whole fucking house know who you’re talking to.”
Everyone laughed some more. Then more comments about what they were doing, and Nancy was still screaming things that almost made me cry.
“Yo, Macho’s got the whole second floor vibrating as the script flipped without warning. They both sound like an earthquake with lungs. The walls are shaking like they’re trying to memorize whatever she’s feeling. Macho’s controlling the pace, Nancy’s responding with full-throttle enthusiasm. Meanwhile, Danny is… well… on the bench.”
“That little pause? That’s called a reset, folks. He’s strategizing. She’s recalibrating her lungs.”
I was left sitting there listening to her scream out how Nancy “Loved his huge cock” and how “I’ve never felt like this before.” I wanted to throw up when she screamed, “YOU’RE EVERYTHING, YOU’RE TOO MUCH FOR ME, BUT YOU DON’T STOP… EVER. MACHOOOOOO, FUCK ME DADDY.”
“I CAN’T HANDLE YOUR GIANT COCK!! YOU SHAKE EVERYTHING IN ME—EVERYTHING! YOU’RE SO BIG AND STRONG—TAKE OVER NOW—YOU TAKE ALL OF ME!”
Nancy even yelled “I LOVE YOU” a few times, which just crushed me. I was left standing there, feeling more pathetic than I ever had. Head spinning, almost crying with my thumb dick as hard as a rock after hearing all that.
More insults from the brothers and sisters followed…
“Yo, Macho’s upstairs dropping earthquakes and you’re down here giving tremors at best. Nancy really went from ‘starter kit’ to ‘premium subscription’ tonight, huh?”
I actually came a little bit without touching myself. Nancy told Macho in a deep, powerful voice, “I’m yours, baby. I’m yours from now on. My pussy belongs to Macho.” A few tiny spurts of jizz, basically leaked out and down between my feet. My cum-shots are very weak and don’t travel far. I asked for tissues.
Diana threw a bunch of them at me and laughed as I cleaned myself up. My dick finally shrank back almost inside me because of the weather.
Nancy and Macho finally came down after over forty-five minutes of a loud fuck-fest, where they literally shook the ceiling.
Someone who was listening outside Macho’s room came running down the stairs and yelled out, “The lovers are coming, the lovers are coming. He’s finally finished with her.”
I look up and see the two of them coming down the long staircase. Diana made everyone clap for the new “lovebirds,” as she put it, so the room filled with applause. Nancy shyly smiled, then waved at people like she was a Disney princess.
Nancy’s legs looked wobbly and weak. She was clinging to Macho’s jacked arm hard with one hand, while massaging an apparent sore throat with the other. I even admitted to myself that she seemed to need to be held up. She looked exhausted, too, as her makeup was smudged and running down her face.
Nancy asked her other sister, Kendra, for a bottle of water. She drank most of it as she seemed severely dehydrated. She was still clearly in ecstasy mode, making wide googly eyes at Macho. Her mouth was open, and her tongue was slightly sticking out. She was still rubbing her throat, trying to catch her breath.
I got hard again when Nancy started kissing Macho’s neck and tracing lines on his abs, as he still had his shirt off. I could see he was glistening with sweat. He was also arrogantly showing off the scratches and bite marks my girlfriend made all over his body to his frat bros.
I guess Nancy thought I had left, because she didn’t even look around for me. She just kept looking up at Macho with puppy dog eyes like he was a fucking rockstar.
Nancy saw Diana, and her face lit up. She said, “Thank you so much for picking Macho, like seriously. That was such a huge fucking cock.” I never heard Nancy say cock before that night.
With a serious face, Nancy told Diana, “I was just devirginized for real. Danny’s involvement was minimal. My response was exaggerated. He barely penetrated my hymen. I told him it counted and that I was delighted.”
Everyone looked at me quietly, smiling devilishly like a pack of hyenas. Nancy had no filter whatsoever anymore, as she was still drunk and laughing at me and my “nub”.
Nancy spoke rather loudly when she said to Diana, “My pussy hurts so much right now, and I can’t really feel my legs.”
Diana said, “I know, we all fucked him too. Took each of us a couple of hours to walk normally again and about a week to let our pussies fully recover. You’ll be fine. How many orgasms did you have? Macho keeps an orgasm log for all his conquests.”
Nancy replied, “Nine. Macho wrote down each of the positions he made me cum in while I was recovering. Here, look.” Nancy then handed Diana a sheet of paper.
“Damn, Nan, he wrecked you good,” Diana said. “I’m truly jealous, and now you’re his new record holder. Your nine is truly impressive, as I had the most previously, with six.” The sisters clapped wildly for Nancy, calling her a true legend. Nancy had an ear-to-ear smile.
Nancy’s other sister, Margo, said, “Now give us your panties so Macho can put them up on his ‘wall of fame.’”
Nancy said with lust in her eyes, “They’re already on it. Macho lifted me and let me pin them up myself.”
Macho looked at Nancy and asked, “Who owns these panties?”
Nancy looked up and seductively yelled out, “MACHO! You own my panties, my pussy, and whatever else you want, Papi.”
Macho said, “Damn straight bitch,” which made Nancy moan heavily.
Nancy was just beaming with pride when Diana pulled her in for a long kiss. D winked at Nancy and said, “I think I could get Macho and some of his brothers together for a little ‘group project’ if that suits you.”
Nancy gave Diana a crooked smile, licked her lips, and said, “Maybe, maybe not.” Her eyes widened again, and she said, “Just kidding, definitely,” with massive joy in her voice. They kissed again and laughed as they looked feverishly at the frat guys.
Nancy finally looked around, saw me, and acted shocked. She seemed surprised I was still there. She slowly pulled her arm away from Macho, as if she didn’t want to. Nancy came walking unsteadily over to me. She was leaning against the wall, supported by the people standing there.
Nancy really seemed to need it too; her legs looked like they had tapped out. She asked me, “Why are you still here, and naked?”
I told her, “They wouldn’t give me my clothes back or let me leave until Macho was ‘finished with you.’” She cracked a little smirk and started talking to me about her day as if nothing had happened.
I told her, “Don’t bother trying to be cordial, we heard enough of you two together having ‘fun.’” I used real air quotes for dramatic effect, for whatever reason.
Nancy just rolled her eyes, surprised but not fazed or shaken. She said, “I figured some people would hear. This was easily the loudest I’ve ever been…by a long shot. No offense, Daniel.” She gleefully admitted that with an open-mouthed smile.
Nancy added to my embarrassment by laughing at my shame with almost no remorse.
She was too drunk to care anymore and belted out, “No one’s ever come close to fucking my tiny little white pussy like ‘that man’ over there,” as she pointed to Macho.
Her voice was still hoarse from whatever. She was obviously ogling that asshole from across the room, while barely standing next to and talking to me. Nancy didn’t look my way once as she continued to breathe heavily.
I felt Nancy’s body heat from a couple of feet away and thought she reeked of sex. She was still sweating, panting a little, and clearly in the grip of severe heat.
Macho looked at me with another ear-to-ear smile. “Dude, she was so fucking tight…WAS. Man, you should’ve seen her gagging on my cock like it fuckin’ owed her money.”
He continued, “Should have seen that bulge too. I made her throat look like she swallowed a burrito. I was so far down there, I thought I was gonna reach her stomach. I didn’t, but don’t worry, Tiny Tim, I turned her around and reached it from the other end. Fucked her cunt so hard I felt her rib cage.”
“That’s right, little man, all nine glorious inches of my tree trunk stuffed in what used to be her tight pussy. I definitely moved some of her organs around, too.”
Macho kept on going. “Man, she was so worked up, she even let me nut in her mouth…twice. This bitch swallowed so much jizz I thought she was gonna drown.”
Nancy replied, “I almost did, Papi,” making me almost puke at the sound of my girlfriend calling some other guy Papi.
Macho stood up on a couch, looked at me with a wicked grin, and declared, “That’s right, little boy, that’s what a real man can do. Make bitches like her (Nancy) do whatever the fuck we want, right bitch?”
Nancy smiled brightly and said, “Yup, yup,” as I just looked at her with a frown.
Macho said, “She’s a good little slut too, and swallowed what she could…each time. She made out with my cock over and over, too, milking every drop of my seed she could. Then, she looked up at me with those big, beautiful green eyes and said this.” He whispered in Nancy’s ear, and her eyes widened with a glint in each.
Nancy dropped to her knees in front of Macho. She said in a loud and proud voice, “Thank you, big dick daddy, for making me feel like a real woman in a way my baby dick boyfriend can’t. I belong to you now, if you will have me.”
Macho carried on, looking at me. “Dude, she also said my thumb’s bigger than that little pinky you have there. It’s pretty obvious, too, isn’t it?” Macho said, looking down at my dick.
“Damn, his thumb was bigger,” I thought to myself, as the cool air both out and inside the house made my hard-on look like a Vienna sausage.
There he was. The guy who just fucked my sweet, innocent Nancy into oblivion, standing triumphantly as he started laughing at me again. He also gave a thumbs up to both Nancy and me, as he officially cemented his dominance over both of us.
Macho looked over at Nancy, saying, “I’ll see you again in a twenty, bitch, I have to recover first.” Those lines evidently gave Nancy a big spark because her eyes widened, and a slight moan escaped her now gyrating mouth.
Something jolted her forward, lifting her onto her tiptoes. Nancy tapped her heels together twice as she groaned hard and loud with her mouth now closed tight. Nancy seemed more excited than ever, glowing.
They finally gave me my clothes back, and I went to a corner to change. As I was, I glanced at Nancy. She was visibly shaken and still in an obviously highly climactic state. She didn’t even look at me as I was getting dressed.
Nancy was entranced with Macho and completely under his spell at that point, while he was bragging loudly about his most recent “conquest” to his buddies. Macho got a round of high-fives from the rest of his frat, as Nancy laughed along with the boys.
I finally finished dressing, only to find my sneakers missing. I asked where they were.
Diana said, “I need you to wait a little bit longer, Mini Me.” The brothers grabbed me and sat me down in the living room as Macho gave me a lengthy rundown of the “Smash session they had upstairs.”
He said, “I turned that quiet little girl into a bucking bronco slut. Nancy kept begging me not to stop. She almost passed out on me a few times, too. Eyes in the back of her head as we made love like rabbits.”
Macho added, “She told me repeatedly how much she loves my great big cock, my huge balls, my chiseled stomach, and my huge, warm hands.
Macho said, “Your girl was listening to every fucking command I gave her as I fucked her into next month.”
The final thing Macho said that just killed me was. “By the way, puto, your girlfriend whispered, ‘I love you, baby’ in my ear around twenty times.”
I heard they fucked repeatedly that night after I left. I know this because Macho called me on her cell, taunting me, even leaving voicemails after I turned my phone off.
He said, “My dawg, Nancy squirt so much, it looks like we had a water balloon fight. Now I need a new mattress.”
I got home and needed to use the bathroom, so I replayed the noises I’d heard earlier. I came almost instantly.
We broke up a couple of days later as she wasn’t reaching out to me. I called her and “we” quickly concluded that we should call it quits. Neither of us could ever look the other in the face again.
Nancy said nothing to me other than “Ok, see ya, sorry this happened to you,” and hung up.
Nancy was dumped by Macho, whose real name was Hector, the next morning. He apparently just wanted to fuck her.
Does all this make me a cuckold? Because I usually laugh at those losers.
The End.
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