A Tiny Love (Futa on male, small penis humilation, comparison)

After wriggling them down her thighs and to the floor, finally, she stood wearing nothing but her underwear in front of the bathroom mirror. Connie lifted her arms and tussled her long, curly red locks like some sort of supermodel posing for a photo. Although she was on the opposite end of the body type spectrum from those anorexic girls, she still felt like she looked good. Soft, rolling curves and a soft body were sexy on a woman.

It was just fitting into jeans that was the real problem.

The only thing left to do was slip off her panties and hop in the shower.

The bathroom door opened as Connie was slipping her panties off her ankle. With one leg lifted, it gave the person that opened the door a picture perfect view of her crotch and shame.

“Oh, I thought you said you had a penis?” Samuel, her boyfriend, stood in the open doorway, half a smile on his face. “I can't see anything.”

Connie had been born with the shame of having a dick, but that ultimately wasn't taken as bad as it could have been by people that knew. But the real shame that she had was that her dick was so tiny, only an inch and a half long when erect.

Samuel stepped forward, and got down on one knee, bringing his face close to her privates. “Oh!” He said with feigned surprise, a finger lifting up her flaccid shaft. “I couldn't see it from a few feet away, but from here,” his breath tickled her flesh, causing her dick to twitch “you do apparently have a dick.” His finger started to run up and down the underside of the shaft without taking grasp, just holding it up.

She squirmed under the teasing, physical and verbal. She couldn't help but start to get aroused from this sort of attention.

“Oh, what's this? It looks like your little baby wee-wee wants to play with the big boys.” He stood up and unzipped his khaki pants. His cock, downright beastly compared to Connie's, flopped from his pants and onto her stomach with a soft slap. “But it's still too little to play with anyone but the little boys.” His cock was three and a half times her size, and when it came crashing down onto Connie's penis, it obscured it totally from view. Samuel's hand moved from her crotch to the back of her head and pulled Connie close.

She gave into the temptation in less than a heartbeat. Engorging herself on his lips, Connie drove her tongue into his mouth, knowingly doing exactly what he wanted her to do. Her body thrust forward as well, relishing the opportunity to grind her little thumb cock against his man-meat. While she dry-humped him like a (metaphorically) drunken and foolish fourteen year old, Connie's little dick leaked precum all over his dick.

“Since I don't want to crush your wittle wee-wee with my cock” Samuel said as he slipped his hand between their body and ran it slowly down her milky white breast and over her plump stomach “let me do this...” He gripped onto his manhood and pressed it downward, rubbing the tip against her soft and trimmed bush and her cock before slipping it between her closed thighs. He moved his hips back and forth a few times, rubbing between Connie's thighs and her dampening lips.

But then he stopped moving, again teasing and baiting Connie. Temptation was her only weakness. She resumed grinding against him, her little penis mashing against him, and his fat boner brushing against her labia. Given her wild and undulating motions, she wasn't sure what she wanted more, to feel his big dick plunge inside of her and wreck the place like a college frat party or to splurt her own cum all over his body.

When he his face pulled away from her lips for a moment, Samuel saw Connie enjoy herself a little too much and gently pushed her away, into the open shower. “Dirty girl.” He said, enjoying her expression, not unlike a child who just had his lollipop taken away, just on the verge of tears. “You need to w

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