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This story contains significant elements of humiliation, body shaming, size comparison, size worship, and also slight reluctance. It is entirely fantasy, and as such, has almost nothing to do with reality or the way that most people actually think, feel, or behave.
Part One
Our weekend getaway began with two unpleasant surprises, the first of which was the unexpected appearance of my ex-girlfriend.
Amanda, whom I’d been seeing for just over two months, had planned something of a couples weekend at a private beach house upstate, which we’d rented for two nights at a shockingly low price. She’d invited her friend Jess, Jess’s boyfriend Tim, and four other single friends she thought might hit it off — four couples, then, sharing a peaceful weekend at a shorefront rental for a cost of almost nothing.
Six of us — Amanda, Laurie, Allen, Alina, Richard, and I — took a train from the city. When we reached our destination, we were to be picked up by Jess and Tim. I had not met Jess before and I knew little about her — only that she lived upstate and so Amanda saw her rarely these days. But when we arrived and Amanda pointed Jess out to me as her and Tim’s cars pulled up to us at the train station, I was astonished to find that Jess was not only Amanda’s friend — but also my ex.
Jess stepped out of her car and strode toward Amanda with her arms extended, but when she saw me she stopped dead in her tracks.
“Oh! Oh, Adam! I…wow, what are you…are you…you’re Amanda’s Adam?”
Amanda stared at me. “You two know each other?”
“Uh, yeah, well, this—this is a surprise,” I began, “Yeah, we…Jess and I used to date, um, a few years ago. I guess you moved out of the city, huh, Jess?”
“Yeah…” Jess seemed uncertain what to say.
Laurie cut the tension. “Hi, uh, let me help you all with the awkwardness here. I’m Laurie. Nice to meet you.”
The others chimed in with their names. Jess introduced Tim and we all shook hands. Amanda and Jess embraced each other. I could hear Amanda whisper to her, “I had no idea, I’m sorry.”
Amanda, Richard, and I settled into Jess’s car for the drive to the rental. I can’t speak for the others in Tim’s car, but our conversation was strained. I knew Amanda would want to know about my history with Jess. I suspected Tim would as well. We’d have to get it out in the open at some point if we were to enjoy the weekend. But this did not seem like the right moment. So we talked about the house and our excitement about our stay and ignored the elephant in the room for the time being.
The second surprise that weekend was Karen. When we arrived at the rental, we all headed straight to the back porch. At the station, Amanda had reminded us that the house was directly on the beach, and that we’d have a nice stretch of sand all to ourselves. We wanted to see.
It was true. The porch was perhaps 25 yards from the water. It was not quite true, however, that we were alone. From the porch, we could see a woman wading in the ocean.
“Who is that?” Allen asked.
“I have no idea,” Amanda replied, “I don’t think there should be anyone out there. Maybe she swam over from another lot or whatever you call it.”
“How did you find this place again?” I asked Amanda.
“Me? I didn’t. You sent me the link.”
“I did? I don’t…are you sure?”
“Yes, I’m sure.”
Now the woman noticed us. She began to make her way to shore, swimming slowly until she could plant her feet in the sand bar. We watched her without speaking. She rose from the water. She wore no top. As her hips rose from the ocean, a thick bush of black pubic hair could be seen. The hair between her legs gleamed in the sun, water dripping from her. She was entirely nude.
It was Karen. I could see her face well enough now. What was she doing here? It had been three months since I’d last seen her — the night of the costume party. She hadn’t contacted me since, and I can’t say that I minded the distance. Karen was powerfully exciting. Truthfully, I found her irresistible. She’d also drawn me into several of the most erotic experiences of my life, for which I was grateful. However, she treated me like a servant. We had no real connection. I thought I might be ready to leave her behind. I wanted to pursue a relationship, which is what I’d begun to find with Amanda.
Karen continued to slowly walk toward us, hips swaying and showing no embarrassment whatsoever about her nakedness. As she got closer, she waved. Only Alina had the presence of mind to wave back.
“Hello,” Karen said.
“Hi.” Amanda spoke for us all.
Karen walked up the steps of the porch and joined us. She made no effort to cover her lean, naked body. Her skin was golden, with deep tan lines. Her breasts were small but pert, with dark nipples, thickened and goose-fleshed by the cool of the water.
“I take it you all are staying here?” Karen waved a few fingers back and forth in our direction.
“Yes, we’ve rented the place. I mean, for the weekend,” Amanda declared.
“Right, bilecik escort well, me too,” Karen said, “Now I guess I know why the place was so cheap. They’re double booking.”
I could only hope that the others did not notice my less-than-successful effort to avoid staring at her heavy bush, the hint of her lips between her legs.
“Would you…we could get you a towel,” Amanda suggested.
Karen did a half-turn back toward the beach, showing all of us her well-formed peach of an ass. “The sun drys you quick in this kind of weather. It’s beautiful.”
She faced us again. “I’m Karen, by the way. Nice to meet all of you…I…I feel, well, it seems I’m intruding here.”
“It sounds as though you have as much right to the place as we do,” Richard said.
“Yes, but there’s eight of you,” Karen replied.
“And five bedrooms,” Jess added, “Right, Amanda? I don’t think we’ll have any trouble squeezing in.”
“That…well, yes, I think that’s true,” said Amanda.
“You should stay with us. I mean, you’re already here. We’re all already here,” Tim said.
“Are you sure that’s what you want?”
“Definitely,” Jess answered.
“Ok, thank you, I owe you all a bottle of something nice later.”
And that was that. I was now under the same roof as my girlfriend, my ex-girlfriend, and Karen. After a few more words, we split up to pick rooms, settle in, use the bathrooms, and look around. Karen had already set her things in a room before we’d arrived, and I made sure to claim the room farthest from her. I didn’t want her and Amanda to spend much time together, if it could be avoided. Amanda stocked the kitchen, while I unpacked our things in the bedroom.
Jess and Tim must have picked the neighboring bedroom, as I could hear them speaking through the obviously thin walls. But I had no chance to eavesdrop as just then the door to the room opened and Karen slid in, quickly shutting the door behind her. She’d put on a tank top and a pair of jean shorts.
“Show me your cock.”
“Karen, come on, Amanda could come in any second”
“Then you’d better not waste time. I want to see your big dick right now. And what do you say?”
“Yes, ma’am.” I unzipped, let her look at me.
“Yes, that’s good. You’re so wonderfully hung, Adam. Has anyone told you that yet today?”
“No, ma’am.”
“What a shame. I love seeing your cock, Adam, always. Even when you’re soft you hang longer than most men’s hard-ons. But it’s really the plumpness that makes it intimidating. Your soft cock is obviously thicker than the average erection too. It’s really gorgeous, just hanging there like that.”
“Thank you.”
“No, thank you — for having that big dick.” Karen turned and took the doorknob in her hand.
“Karen, um, ma’am, is this place really double booked? Do you…you own this house, don’t you?”
She paused for a moment, her back to me. And then she released the doorknob, turned, and took a seat on the bed. She patted the spot next to her, indicating that I should join her.
“Ok…I’ll tell you a story, Adam,” she said, as she began to lightly run her fingertips along the length of my cock, the gentlest touch.
“When I first went to college I took a job as a babysitter in town — afternoons, some evenings. When the parents would come home from work, they’d pay me extra to help organize and pack up a lot of the junk in their attic. Well, it wasn’t really junk, but it was the sort of stuff you’d keep in the attic.
“It had one of those little slatted windows, the attic did, like an arch. You’ve seen the kind. Hardly noticeable. And this window looked right upon the house next door. One night I looked out it and I saw a man sitting at a computer through a window in the neighboring house. And I noticed right away that it was my literature professor. He was wearing just a pair of gym shorts. Maybe he was working a bit, or checking his email. I couldn’t see the screen. After a while he got up, turned out the light, and left the room.
“But I had a hunch. So I started to bring a pair of binoculars — small ones like you might bring to the opera — well, I’d bring them with me when I went babysitting, and when I was in the attic, I’d look for him. He appeared a few times in the next week, sometimes dressed and sometimes in just his shorts. He’d just use the computer for a bit and that was it. This professor, I should say, he was very handsome. Charismatic too. And I think many of the girls, me included, had a crush on him. He was a new kind of romantic figure to us, you know? Sensitive, experienced, intelligent, authoritative. He was like a symbol for what the future might bring.”
I’d become hard against Karen’s fingertips by now. She continued to apply only the lightest pressure, which began to frustrate me. My cock was desperate to be stroked. Instinctively, I thrust my hips forward, seeking stimulation. The motion distracted Karen from her story.
“That’s it. Show off your big cock for me. Make me manisa escort think about your dick, how it would feel, how huge it is. Just look at it there, taking up all that space. So much cock. Your thick dick demands attention, doesn’t it?
I groaned, but Karen did nothing but continue with only the lightest caress. She smiled at me.
“Well…and so one day, it happened. I could see him — my professor — I could see him bring his hand to his crotch and squeeze, just beginning to tease himself. I focused the binoculars right on his crotch, and I could see something stirring there. Mostly likely he was looking at porn — or something that turned him on, anyway. I couldn’t tell.
“Then he stood up and I changed the focus again so I could see clearly. And I knew he was going to do it. I just knew it. He was going to show me everything. There were no other windows below the attic, not on that side of the house. He must have thought no one could ever see him there in that room.
“He dropped his shorts, and there was his everything. His cock was standing straight up — and it was so fucking small. At that time, it was the smallest I’d seen in my life. And Adam, I didn’t laugh or anything like that. For a moment, I was just confused. How could this man, this symbol, have a tiny cock like that? He sat down again and I focused the lens right on his cock. I wanted to see exactly what he had. But as I took it in, I felt — and this surprised me — I felt angry. His penis was so disappointing. I felt as though he’d failed me. Almost…well, it was an insult to me that that was all he had to show me. Like he wasn’t even trying.
“He stroked himself, if you want to call it that, and I watched the whole thing. I couldn’t really see his penis any longer. It was lost in his fist. It was like watching a guy just shake his fist, as though he had no cock at all. It was a pathetic sight. He came, and I picked up my things and went back to my dorm.
“I had these feelings of frustration and irritation for the rest of night, but later, as I was lying in bed, I realized that I was glad that I knew everything about his cock. It felt right. Like, it felt right that I knew all there was to know. I’d made plenty of friends early on at college, and as I was lying there that night, suddenly it seemed strange to me that I didn’t know how big my male friends’ dicks were. Suddenly it felt like a secret I should know. But for then, at that moment, at least I knew about my professor.
“Early the next morning, well before his office hours or his first class, I went to his office and slipped a note under his door. It said:”
I saw your cock. It’s SO SMALL.
— A freshman
“And the next day I left another.”
Truly pitiful girth and length. Skinny and short!
— Your freshman
“I liked to imagine him in his office reading these notes. How did I make him feel? What sort of power did I have over him? Did he believe it? The next day I left another note.”
My last hook-up had a much bigger cock than you, and he’s only 18.
— Your freshman
“And that one wasn’t even true, Adam. There hadn’t been any hook-up. At that point in my life, I really hadn’t had much experience. I’d given a handjob once and done everything else one other time. I don’t remember their cocks, to tell you the truth. Average, I imagine. I didn’t really…you know, it wasn’t until this happened with the professor that I really — I don’t know, things changed. That experience…watching him, his secret revealed — I felt a kind of eroticism in myself that I hadn’t before. So, anyway, as you can probably imagine, the next day I left another note.”
I wonder if my big-cocked boy would like to meet your wife.
—Your freshman
“And the next day another.”
Should I tell the other girls about your extremely tiny penis?
— Your freshman
“And the next day.”
I want to know exactly how small you are. Measure yourself and leave me a note under the door frame. If you don’t, everyone will know.
— Your freshman
“And he did it, Adam.”
Karen smiled at me pleasantly, as though she’d just told me a sweet story about her first kiss. She took my cock in her hand and suddenly began to stroke me furiously. I was so primed for her touch that I was ready to cum in moments. She knew it.
“That huge dick gonna cum for me? You want to show me all of your cum, don’t you? You know I’m just looking right at your huge fat cock, right? That’s all I see. That’s what I care about. I’m going to watch close, really watch your dick pump out its big load.”
I too watched Karen work my cock. I knew my cum would spill over any second.
And just like that Karen released my cock and stood. She walked toward the door again. My cock twitched with empty anticipation. An ache set in.
She looked back at me. “We wouldn’t want Amanda to catch us, right?”
I slumped back in the bed and let out a long sigh. I heard Karen turn the knob.
“Karen, mersin escort wait…what happened after that?”
“…with the professor, you mean?”
“Yes.”
“A number of things happened after that, Adam. But one of them is that he used to own this house and now I do — to answer your original question.”
She opened the door, quietly walked out, and closed it behind her.
Part Two
“I feel a little jealous, yeah, I won’t lie,” Amanda admitted. “It’d be one thing if she were a stranger, but we’re good friends. So it’s a little weird to find out after the fact that you’ve…that the two of you…I mean, 18 months, that’s…you were together for a while.”
Amanda and I were sitting on the porch waiting for everyone to join us for dinner. Tim and Jess were taking a walk along the shore line, and the others we still inside.
Amanda told me that she’d met Jess in college while on the west coast. Jess moved to the city after graduating and met me just a year after that. Amanda had stayed out west until just last year, which is right around the time Jess moved upstate.
“Well, we’re not together now,” I said. “I’m with you.”
“I know, I know…it’s just…it’s uncomfortable. But I’ll deal with it. It’s weird, but it doesn’t have to be a thing. We can have a good time.”
I gave her thigh a squeeze and changed the subject. “So what’s the deal with Richard and Allen?”
“What do you mean?”
“They have a thing for Laurie and Alina? I mean, who are you trying to set up with who?”
Amanda laughed. “Oh, I wouldn’t say set up. That’s a little strong. Allen told me once that he thinks Laurie is pretty, and Alina has actually asked me about Richard a couple of times. So you know, I thought—”
Before Amanda could finish her sentence, the screen door opened and Laurie and Alina walked out onto the porch, followed immediately by Karen.
“Speak of the devil,” Amanda said.
I knew Amanda was referring to Laurie and Alina, but I couldn’t help but think of Karen.
“What…should my ears be ringing?” Alina asked, jokingly.
“Maybe,” Amanda answered.
“Tell us later. Karen says there’s something we just have to see,” Laurie announced.
“Ooh, mysterious. What is it?” Amanda asked. I could tell she was genuinely curious. After all, Karen was a complete stranger to her. She had no idea what to expect from her. But I did.
“Follow me,” Karen said, motioning with her hand toward the door. She led us back inside and then up the stairs and into the bedroom she’d chosen for herself. She opened the closet door, revealing a spacious storage area, walk-in style. The wall was wood-paneled.
“You wanted to show us a closet?” Alina asked.
“Not quite. Do you see that gap in the wall, between the panels? Look through it.” Karen’s demeanor was entirely serious.
There was a long, thin opening between the panels at roughly eye-level. We approached the wall and looked through while Karen stood behind us.
“Oh my God!” Laurie exclaimed in the loudest whisper possible. Alina followed with a whisper of her own. “What the fuck…”
We could see directly into the next room, which seemed to be an additional living room. It was a small space with a couch and a table, several chairs, two end tables, a bookcase, and a cabinet. The shock came from the fact that Richard and Allen were scurrying about the room completely in the nude, with full erections standing at attention.
“What—what is this? What are they doing?” Amanda asked, addressing her question to no one in particular, as she continued to peer through the gap.
The two men were randomly opening drawers, looking under couch cushions. They seemed to be searching for something. Alina, Laurie, and Amanda kept their eyes on them. I turned to look back at Karen, who gave me that knowing smile of hers.
“I would guess they are looking for a key,” Karen said.
“They’re locked in?” Laurie asked.
Amanda immediately followed up with a question of her own. “Why are they naked?”
But it was Alina who spoke next, not Karen. “Richard’s cock is pretty small.”
“Alina!” Amanda said in a loud hush.
“What? You don’t think so?”
“Yeah, it definitely is,” Laurie said.
“I guess it is small, yeah,” Amanda agreed.
“That’s too bad. I always thought he was kinda cute,” Alina whispered, a slight frown to her face.
“But why are they nak—” Amanda tried again but was interrupted.
“Allen’s not too impressive either honestly. What would you say?” Laurie asked. “Looks like the definition of average.”
There was a pause while I can only assume Amanda took a moment to look more closely at Allen’s cock. “Yeah, you’re right. But what—”
“It’s weird that they’re so hard. Why are they so turned on?” Laurie said.
I suspected Karen had something to do with this part. I’d learned from experience that drinking things Karen offered sometimes had a particular effect on me and others. Judging by their state of arousal, I was almost certain that Karen had given Allen and Richard something.
“But what are they doing in—”
“This would be kinda hot if they had big dicks,’ Alina said, “You know, us watching and them just walking around with really huge hard—Oh! Sorry, Adam. I forgot—well, I don’t know…like, I’m not saying there is anything wrong with average. I just—”