TITLE    : What We're Worth to Her Ch. 03
STORYID  : what-were-worth-to-her-ch-03
SUMMARY  : Her plans lead a few men to be displayed, measured, & judged.
AUTHOR   : sweetsock@lit
DATE     : 2019-08-01
CATEGORY : fetish-stories
FLAGS    : h
TAGS     : |cfnm|cuckold|exhibitionism|humiliation|measuring|size comparison|small penis humiliation|sph|voyeurism|


<i>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.</i>



<b>Part One</b>



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, 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, <i>come on</i>, 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 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 — <i>and it was so fucking small</i>. 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>I saw your cock. It's SO SMALL.



— A freshman</i>



"And the next day I left another."



<i>Truly pitiful girth and length. Skinny and short!



— Your freshman</i>



"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."



<i>My last hook-up had a much bigger cock than you, and he's only 18.



— Your freshman</i>



"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>I wonder if my big-cocked boy would like to meet your wife.



—Your freshman</i>



"And the next day another."



<i>Should I tell the other girls about your extremely tiny penis?



— Your freshman</i>



"And the next day."



<i>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</i>



"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, 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. 



<b>Part Two</b>



"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 <i>set up</i>. 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—"

<hr pg="2" />I began to respond, but Karen answered for me. 



"I doubt Adam is worried."



Amanda looked back at Karen for a moment, a flash of curiosity. Alina looked at me, her eyebrows slightly raised. 



"Oh? Why wouldn't you be—" Alina began to ask, but Laurie brought our attention back to scene in the other room. 



"They're getting close to us! Jesus, you can really see everything. You know, I know this is bad, but it's kind of fun to see their cocks like this," Laurie said. "They have no idea! Oh, wait, Amanda, didn't you tell me that Allen is into me?"



"Yeah, I think so. Or he's interested at least."



"Hmm. I don't know. I kinda like a pretty thick cock. I mean, his is ok, but I definitely like it thicker than that."



"But I guess for this weekend, if you're hooking up with anyone, it's him or Richard," Alina said.



"Oh, good point. You're definitely not interested in Richard then?"



"No. To be honest, I'm glad I found out that he's not hung at all. I don't think I could really be excited about a guy if I know right from the start that he has a small dick," Alina said, definitively.



"Well, we'll see. Maybe I'll give Allen a chance. Slim pickings, literally. Sorry, Adam. You probably don't want to hear this."



In truth, listening to Alina and Laurie speak so plainly about what they wanted, to hear them talk about cock as casually as they might search for the ripest fruit at the grocery, well, I felt a profound urge to show myself to them, to let them see what I had. But I doubted Amanda would I understand. 



"No, it's—" I started to speak, but Amanda was now insistent on an explanation. 



"Ok, but what the fuck are they doing naked in there together? For real."



Karen finally answered. "I had a drink with them. And I may have told them that I was going to take a shower and after that I wanted both of them to meet me — buck naked — in this room here. I guess there was no way for them to know the door locks from the inside when it's closed."



"Harsh, Karen," Laurie said.



"But fun," Alina added.



"Ok, I think that's enough," Karen said, a little authority beginning to seep into her voice. "Why don't you all start getting dinner going? I'm going to unlock the door for our friends here."



We did as Karen suggested, and when we returned to the porch, we found that Jess and Tim had finished their walk and were waiting for us. Karen joined us soon after, and we began to grill. After about ten minutes, Richard and Allen, non the wiser, came out on the porch. If Karen unlocked the door without opening it, they may have been under the impression that no one had seen them at all.



I watched the two of them to see if they betrayed any awkwardness or even anger toward Karen, but there was nothing that I noticed. I doubted they were eager to do anything that might reveal in front of everyone, especially Laurie and Alina, that they had accepted an offer of a threesome from Karen and then only to be jilted. 



After we'd had much to eat and drink, Karen put a deck of cards on the table and suggested we play poker. Somehow I had a feeling Karen knew it before she made the suggestion, but Jess and Tim were regular players and eagerly agreed to the game. I opted not to play, as I had a suspicion that Karen would only end up manipulating me. Part of me wanted that. But another part of me didn't want to wreck things with Amanda.



Amanda, however, wanted to play. I suspect her feelings of jealousy toward Jess caused her to be in a confrontational mood. I don't think Karen's nude show on the beach earlier helped any either. Throughout the game, Amanda refused to fold. She made bad bets, took unnecessary risks. An hour in, she was down several hundred dollars. 



Twice during this time Richard attempted to get close to Alina, only to have her shift position, change seats. Amanda had almost certainly told Richard that Alina was attracted to him. Did he think Alina was playing hard to get? That Amanda had been mistaken? Was he wondering what had changed?



Karen dealt another hand. Everyone was loose by now, cheeks ruddy from liquor. 



"So, Karen, I hope you don't mind my asking, but do you often go around in the nude?" Jess inquired. "I mean, you didn't seem shy about it earlier."



"You mean in front of strangers or are you asking about my personal life?"



We all laughed. "I mean, like, on the beach, in front of strangers, yeah, nudist type stuff, I guess," Jess qualified.



"I don't know if I'd say a lot, but enough. But you're right. I'm not shy." Karen then gestured toward the house. "Or who knows, maybe <i>this place</i> just brings it out of people." 



She winked at Amanda. 



"I almost went to a nude beach once, back when—" Jess began and then stopped.



It was something she talked about for a time when we'd been dating, but nothing came of it. She'd forgotten this story would involve me. I could tell that Amanda understood.



"Well, anyway, I lost my nerve," Jess said.



The hand progressed. Tim and Laurie folded and then Allen and Alina did as well. It went to Richard. 



"Yeah, fold," Richard said.



"Have you won a single hand, man?" Allen asked with a laugh. Richard smiled and shrugged.



"Always coming up short, huh?" Laurie said, looking at Richard. His smile fell from his face.



"What does—"



"The trouble with nude beaches and that sort of thing," Karen said suddenly, "is that there's too many naked women. You go to a nude beach and there's topless women everywhere. But also in the movies, television, you name it. Everywhere. It's always women who are expected to get naked. Where are the naked men, you know? There should be more fair play."



"Here here," said Alina. Laurie followed with an "Amen."



Allen made a show as though he were tearing his shirt open. "I'm right here!"



There was raucous laughter. Allen, of course, could have no idea that both Karen's remarks and his joke had another layer of meaning to several of us. But Karen cut into our laughter by announcing she was raising. Only Amanda, Jess, and Karen remained in the hand. By now Amanda had very little left with which to bet. She'd been cleaned out. 



"I...I can't match that."



"That's ok, you can have your money back," said Jess.



Amanda gave her a sharp look but tried to ease her words with a laugh. "Hey, I don't need charity. I played and I lost. That's the game."



"Well, why don't you bet something else?" Karen suggested, "Money isn't everything."



"I hardly brought anything with me. Just two days worth of clothes. Unless you all would allow me to substitute in a bottle of shampoo?"



"Hmm. How about...? Let me think—oh, I know! Speaking of nudity and especially the lack of male nudity, how about if you lose, your boyfriend here has to spend the rest of the weekend naked?" Karen had now made her real play. I was waiting for it. There was silence for a moment.



"Are you serious?" Allen asked. 



"Why not? It's not really a big deal. You all saw me naked earlier? Did it cause a problem? It's just a little cheeky bet between adults. Keeps life interesting," Karen argued.



"Amanda—" I began to speak, but Jess interrupted.



"You don't have to do this, Amanda. Let's just stop," Jess said. 



That only solidified Amanda's nerve. "All right, deal. Let's do it. I'll see your bet."



"Jesus, Amanda," Jess said.



"Ok then," said Karen. 



"God, what a day this is turning out to be," Laurie said. 



When they finally laid down their cards, I already knew the result. The outcome was predetermined. Karen won. She always did. She placed a straight flush on the table. Again there was silence.



"Well, a deal's a deal," Karen said, finally.



"You're not going to hold him to that, are you? Come on," Tim said.



"Why not? It's just nudity. I don't know about the rest of you, but I'd much rather get naked than lose money. It's just a bit of fun."



"Amanda, just forget it. It...it's just pride, don't make him—" Jess spoke but was cut off my Amanda.



"Stop that, Jess. Stop mothering me. I made a fucking bet, and I lost. Karen's right. This isn't a big deal," Amanda's voice was raised as she spoke. "Adam, I thought..I was sure I could win. But you, I mean, you should..."



"I think she's trying to say it's time to pay up," Karen said.



"Well, well, another one," Alina said, a smirk on her face, as she looked at Laurie.



"Another what?" Richard asked.



"Oh, nothing. Inside joke."



Everyone stared at me. It was obvious that Alina and Laurie had no objection to things proceeding. This was only one step further than they'd already gone today. But it was something else entirely for Jess and Tim — for her ex-boyfriend to strip in front of them. 



"Don't. Don't, Adam." Jess looked at me with a serious face.



That was the final push for Amanda.



"Just do it," Amanda barked, a hint of anger in her voice. 



Why fight it, I thought. If not now, if not in this way, Karen would get what she wants sooner or later. And this is what she wanted. She looked me right in the eye. She was so beautiful, so clever. I still wanted to please her, and it would be a lie to say I wasn't excited about showing myself to Laurie and Alina. 



I slipped off my sandals and stood. I unbuttoned my shirt and set it on the table. I dropped my shorts and briefs to the floor and stepped out of them.



"Jesus Christ," Laurie said.



Jess could not resist. She looked for an instant and then her face sunk into her hands. 



"Well, I'd say you matched my bet and then some, Amanda. Big fucking dick there. Congratulations," Karen said, sitting back in her chair, acting as though she'd never seen me like this before. 



No one knew quite how to respond. Karen had shocked them with her directness, as she often did.



"Tim, are you ok? You look as though you've suddenly become ill," Karen said as she looked at Tim with what I knew was fake concern.



"Me? I'm...no, I'm fine," Tim answered.



Karen stood. "Well, I'm going up. Remember, all weekend long. I expect you to hold him to it now, Amanda. Night."



I was surprised by Karen's sudden retreat, but I knew she wasn't finished with us. She intended to let things simmer first. She had time.



"I think we'll call it a night too," Tim put his hand under Jess's elbow and stood. They followed Karen into the house. 



Now there were six of us.



"Well, now I feel really stupid about earlier," Alina said, "We were apologizing to you and the whole time you had <i>that</i>—



"What happened earlier?" Richard asked. But Alina ignored him.



"I just hope you're not feeling embarrassed, Adam. I mean, everyone has a body, and like, if anyone is judging you, I'm pretty sure it's in a positive way. Hugely positive. Obviously."



"Alina..." Amanda said, warning her. We were all a bit drunk by now.



"What? Obviously he has a great dick. It's a fact. Everyone can see."



"It's a really nice cock. It's <i>fucking</i> biiiig," Laurie added. "Amanda, kudos to you for keeping that a secret, though also, I'm mad. Why didn't you tell me? Or you know, send me a picture maybe."



"Ok, actually, that's it for us." Amanda stood and put her hand to my waist, nudging me towards he door. "Goodnight."



We left Alina, Laurie, Richard, and Allen on the porch and went up to our room. While Amanda used the bathroom in the hall, I could hear Tim and Jess in their room through the wall.



"I want to leave in the morning," Tim said.



"Tim, don't..."



"This is just weird. It's weird."



"You were fine before. Is this about his cock?" Jess asked.



"What? I...I mean, I'm not—"



"Because he's so much—look, I knew you'd freak out."



"So...so much what? I don't think—"



"Stop, Tim. Just leave it. I'm going to sleep."



Just then Amanda returned from the hall bathroom wearing her robe. She dropped it to the floor, revealing herself. She had a big round body, large breasts, strawberry blonde hair falling over her shoulders. She sat between my legs and began to stroke my cock. Her voice was loud.



"I bet Jess is over there right now thinking about your cock — your HUGE, beautiful dick. Trying to remember what it feels like, in her hands, her mouth, her pussy. Did you ever send her dick pics? I bet she still has them. You don't delete the photos when a cock is big and fat like this. I bet she still looks at them. She probably has them on her phone right now. It's probably killing her knowing that this BIG, THICK cock is only a few feet away from her right now in the very next room."



She began to stroke me faster now, both hands flying up and down my length. After my earlier session with Karen, I needed it. Precum began to leak immediately from my cock. I knew I was close. Her voice only got louder.



"I want to make this HUGE DICK cum. Hmm, baby? You deserve a good night's sleep, so let me get your cum out, ok, baby? Let me work that big cock cum out of you. You spoil me with your fat dick. You know that? My friends know it now — how good I have it. And they haven't even seen just how big it gets. Shoot that cum from your big dick, baby. I want it. Show me what your MASSIVE cock can do. Show me what a creamy load of cum your big ball sack has for me."



She brought her mouth to me as I exploded. I moaned loudly as she sucked my cum down. As I came back to Earth, I noticed the door to our room was now slightly ajar. Someone had been watching.



<b>Part Three</b>



I woke the next morning some time after 10 A.M. Amanda was already gone, and strangely, so was the blanket. Had she taken it? I reached for my phone. There were three messages. The first was from Deidre.



— <i>when can i see that big cock again???</i>



There was a photo. She'd gotten into a squat and aimed the camera up between her legs. She knew how to take a nude, I'll give her that. It was well-lit, high resolution. In that position, her ass was spread, her cute little asshole ever so slightly stretched, her breasts hovering above. I loved that she just showed it all off. No holding back. But I was drawn most to the thick lips between her legs. I wrote back.



— <i>fucking hot af, but im seeing someone</i>



I instantly saw that she was typing.



— <i>me too. so what? he doesnt have that dick. and u know ur dick is too big for one woman. come see me when u need it</i>



The second message was from Jess, sent at 3:37 A.M.



— <i>Adam...</i>



That was all it said. I wondered if she'd been able to sleep. I did not know how to reply. The third message was from Amanda from 15 minutes ago.



— <i>making coffee and eggs</i>



I stood and went to the dresser for my clothes. I knew what the bet required of me, but that was last night. We were drunk. How could I just walk around the house with my cock out? It was too much. 



But when I opened the drawer, my clothes were nowhere to be found. I looked to the chair, where I'd thrown my things from last night. Nothing. I looked in the other drawers. Nothing except for Amanda's underthings, which would hardly cover me at all, a couple of her t-shirts, and one of her swimsuits. 



I walked to the door. Perhaps there was a towel in the bathroom. But then I heard Tim and Amanda again, coming through the walls. I paused. At first I only heard murmurs, but then their voices became clear.



"Don't start, Tim," Jess said, angrily. 



"Jess—"



"Do you have to make a big deal out of this? Can't we just have fun? Let's just forget it."



"How can we forget it? Your <i>ex-boyfriend</i> is going to be naked the whole weekend."



"I'm sure he's not really going to do that."



"Ok, well, I mean, so what? He already got naked last night. I think that's reason enough for us to leave."



"Why do you — just because he's...just because you're not—-"



"Jess, what the f—"



"Don't! Listen...you...your insecurity isn't helping you with your...I mean, oh, forget it."



Tim said nothing.



"I'm going to take a nice long shower and then I'm going to relax on the beach and have a nice time, like we came here to do," Jess said.



I heard Jess shuffle across the floor, open the door, and then the door of the hall bathroom close. There went my towel. 



I stood in the middle of the room, undecided, when the door swung open. Karen stood in the frame. She wore a two-piece swimsuit with a low-cut bottom. There was not enough material to cover all of her pubic hair. A thin black wedge of hair sprouted out from the top. Her body glistened, as though she'd just lathered herself in lotion. As Karen stood there, Laurie passed through the hall behind Karen on her way to the stairs, gawking at my cock as she did. 



"Good morning," Karen said, "Oh, and just to start your day off right. Your big fat dick is beautiful."



She walked away. Had she taken my clothes somehow? The blanket? It seemed I had little choice but to make good on Amanda's bet. I gave in, as I always seemed to do when Karen was involved, and walked downstairs.



Around the corner from the kitchen, I heard Amanda and Laurie talking quietly. I paused for a moment.



"Allen said like three times last night, Well, maybe he's just a show-er," I heard Laurie say.



They laughed. "Did...I mean, how long did you stay up with them?"



"Oh, not long. It was pretty obvious the night had already reached its high point. We didn't do any room swapping if that's what you're asking. Me and Alina kept to ourselves."



"Ok." Amanda laughed again.



"Well...so is he?"



"Is who what?"



"Like, is Adam a show-er. I mean, does his cock get much bigger, or is that pretty much it?"



"Laurie, are you like asking me to describe my boyfriend's cock for you?"



"Well, no, not necessarily, you don't have to describe it. There's no way his cock looks like that and you don't have some pics. So, you know."



No one said anything for a moment.



"Please?"



"I...ok, ok, all right."



I heard Amanda place her phone on the kitchen table.



"Fuck, oh my god, that's fucking—"



I walked into the room. They looked at me as Laurie finished her sentence.



"—huge."



Amanda snapped up her phone.



"Adam! You're still — you're naked," Laurie exclaimed.



"Funny thing, all of my clothes were gone this morning. Either of you know anything about that?"



"What, really?" Amanda said.



Laurie looked straight at my groin. "I know nothing about that. Must have been a little angel, as far as I'm concerned. But hey, a bet is a bet, and I believe the bet was for all weekend. The honor code and all that." 



"Laurie..." Amanda started. 



"Well, uh, maybe you could ask Allen or Richard if I could borrow something? That would be a little less awkward than me knocking on their door," I suggested.



"I really doubt that they have anything that would fit you." Laurie stood and walked in the direction of the stairs. "Amanda, could you text me that thing, you know, that you were just showing me?"



"Um, sure, yeah."



Amanda and I ate and then walked onto the porch and down the steps to the beach. Karen had laid out a towel and was lying on her stomach, her head pointing in the direction of the water. She'd stripped again. Her ass swelled up in the air above the rest of her body. She wouldn't have those tan lines much longer. 



As we approached her, she got on her elbows and knees and began to stretch her towel, presumably to cover more sand. But I think she wanted to give us a nice, clear look at her exposed pussy and asshole. I think she wanted Amanda to know what she had and to know that I liked it.



Karen sat on her ass and then laid down on her back. I could see her bush blowing softly in the breeze. I loved it.



"Nice to see your cock again," Karen said as we got near her, "Good morning, Amanda. Would you two like to join me?"



"Our towel seems to have gone missing," I said.



"How strange! Well, here, I'll turn mine sideways. We can all fit. I don't mind having my legs in the sand," Karen said.



We helped her reposition the towel. I sat between them, propping myself up with my arms behind me, my cock resting along my upper thigh. Karen stared openly at my cock. 

<hr pg="3" />Amanda peeled off her shorts and then surprised me by undoing her bikini top and slipping her thong out from underneath. Again, she wouldn't fold. Not long after, Laurie and Alina approached us. Laurie wore a blue and yellow two-piece and Alina a red bikini top with a thong.



"Well, so it's just a nudist colony now, is it? Peer pressure, eh? That's your game?" Alina said.



Laurie set a tote bag on the sand. The two of them stood in front of us and began to strip. Laurie dropped her bottoms first. She was about 5'6", blonde, and had a button nose, the beginnings of a belly, and a full ass — a nice, soft, curving body. She had a manicured runway of pubic hair between her legs. She reached her arms behind her, undid her top, and showed off a nice pair of tits, with two big, pale areolas and little inny nipples. 



Alina began with her top, revealing small breasts with dark nipples that matched her dark skin and hair. She had an athletic figure, thick thighs and a small, muscular ass. She seemed to naturally have little pubic hair. A little wispy patch. 



Laurie pulled a towel from her bag and she and Alina set down next to us. As they did, we heard chairs scuffling on wood behind us, bits and pieces of conversation, dulled too much to interpret at this distance. Jess, Tim, Allen, and Richard were now sitting on the porch. Laurie waved for them to come down and join us, but they simply waved back at us. We turned back toward the ocean. It was almost noon now.



"How's it feel to have your dick out in the breeze, Adam?" Laurie asked.



"Laurie, come on," exhaled Amanda.



"I guess it feels nice. How is it for you?" I said.



"How is it for me with you having your cock out? I find it to be a large pleasure, thank you for asking."



Karen and Alina laughed while Amanda shook her head. Laurie reached into her bag and revealed a tall flask. She took a slug and passed it along.



"I meant, you know, how is it for you being naked?"



"I don't know. My answer depends on how you like me being naked?"



Amanda sighed. "Laurie, stop flirting."



"If you don't want people to flirt with your boyfriend, I wouldn't let anyone see his cock. But you know, too late." Alina advised. 



"Yeah, thanks for the tip," Amanda said.



There was yelling behind us. Jess had made her way onto the beach. I heard her bellow back toward the porch, "I just want to feel the sand on my feet." It reminded me of a high school drama. The three men were like the boy at the dance who is desperate for his friend to stay by his side, lest he be the only boy without a girl to dance with. 



They watched Jess carefully as she moved closer and closer in our direction, taking her time, occasionally stopping to admire the view. What if she joined us? What if she removed her clothes too? How could they justify sitting on the porch by themselves while five lovely women were willing to show their naked bodies not 20 yards away? They could not justify it, and they knew it. They needed Jess to provide cover, to stay by their side.



But now Jess was by our side. She stood there, playing with the sand with her bare feet. I imagined Tim, Richard, and Allen were watching for any sign that she might sit.



"So you're leaning into the whole naked weekend thing, huh? Things seem to have escalated," Jess addressed us.



"Why don't you join us?" Alina said. 



"Maybe. I don't know. Tim, the fellas back there...they don't seem like beach lovers today, I guess." 



"What do you feel like doing?" Amanda asked.



"I think I can guess the answer to that based on the way she's staring," said Karen.



Again, Karen stepped right onto the land mines. It was obvious that Jess was looking at my cock, but we didn't know how to react to Karen's bluntness. Jess was mortified, angry.



"What do you—I...I...wasn't," she began to stammer.



I took a drink from the flask and enjoyed watching Jess struggle a little.



"I'm...I'm sorry—that...I —"



"What are you apologizing for?" Karen interrupted. "You should look. It's there for us to enjoy. So you like big dick. What's the problem? Join the club."



"Christ," Amanda exclaimed.



"I...I don't like b..big—" attempted Jess.



"Yes, you damn well do. Don't lie," Karen cut her short. Her tone was sharp. She thrust the flask into the air. "Look, here, take this, and tell those three over there to relax and loosen up. And then tell them you're going to come back over here and you're going to take your clothes off and join us. They'll follow."



Jess took the the flask from Karen's outstretched hands. She stood still for a moment and then raised the flask and took a pull from it. She turned and walked back to the porch. I felt nice and loose myself at this point. I think we'd all taken the equivalent of three or four shots by now. But I was also beginning to feel a pleasure in my groin. It was a familiar feeling. 



"Laurie, was that...that was your flask?"



"Oh...no. Nice, right? Thank Karen here. She just left it in her room and asked me to get it. Strong, huh?"



I looked at Karen. Was this one of her special drinks? Her face gave me my answer. There was that smile. She was playing her game. My cock was beginning to uncontrollably elongate and thicken. I looked back to the porch. Tim took a swill from the flask and handed it to Allen. 



"Hey, uh, whoa, Adam...'' Alina pointed between my legs.



It was happening fast.



Karen whistled. "Well, well, well, I spy a massive cock."



I was now rock hard.



"Holy fucking fuck! Fuck, Adam. Your dick! I mean, fuck," Laurie said.



"What is it, Laurie?" Karen egged her on.



"It's fucking huge! God, what a big cock."



"I'm sorry. I...I don't—it just happened. I'm sorry," I said.



"Now, now. Don't apologize for your big fat cock. There are many penises that need to be apologized for. But not that one. It's a gift. Don't you think so, Alina?"



"Yes, I fucking do think so. That is a fucking amazing cock, Adam." 



"Guys, stop—" Amanda began.



"Why don't you stroke it for us, Adam? Let us watch you work your huge dick," Karen said.



"I—"



"Hey, wait, what the fuck," Amanda exclaimed, "This is my boyfriend!"



"What's your point? Don't be greedy. He has more than enough cock to share. Besides, we're only looking. We've already seen what he's working with, anyway." 



Laurie seemed unable to keep up with this exchange. "I mean, just oh my fucking God, look how big and thick that dick is!" she said.



"Laurie, just—" Amanda said, raising her voice.



"If I get a vote, I'd like to see him play with that cock," Alina said, cutting Amanda off. 



"Go ahead, Adam, stroke your big dick for us. You know you want to. There's four beautiful naked women here who want to admire your fat dick. Entertain us with your big cock, Adam," Karen prodded.



"Damn," Laurie muttered. 



Karen had a way of putting things. I think that turned all of us on. Amanda's resistance faded. She said nothing.



I took my cock in my hand and began to stroke myself.



"Fuckkkk, that's good," Alina said, almost under her breath.



"Show off your size, Adam. Hold your cock up nice and straight," Karen instructed, "Hold it tight. Show off those thick veins."



I did as I was told.



"That's good. Now slap your thighs with your big dick. Hit them hard. Force us to think about the weight of your dick, how meaty your huge cock is."



Again I did as I was told. There was noise again behind us on the porch, but Laurie, Alina, Amanda, and Karen only paid attention to the sound of my cock striking my thighs. Laurie brought a hand between her legs. Amanda noticed.



"I...I'm sorry, I can't help myself. That cock...that fucking cock..." Laurie trailed off.



"Now stroke yourself again," Karen continued, "Admit it, Amanda, you like this, don't you? Three beautiful women drooling over your man's big fat cock, knowing we want what you have."



"I...I...yeah, I guess, yeah, it's kinda hot, fuck," Amanda conceded.



"But you can't keep that huge dick all to yourself. No, no, no. It's too special. That cock is here to please us. Isn't that right?"



"What—no, that's not—"



"Oh my fucking God!" Jess was behind us again.



At the sound of her, we turned to see that Jess was again only a few steps behind us. She'd done just as Karen had told her. Only she'd taken off her clothes while she was still on the porch. She'd walked back to us in the nude. How could Tim, Allen, and Richard watch that and stay behind? There was no denying that Jess had a beautiful body. A little on the short side, pert breasts, and a surprisingly thick ass. Her pubic hair was trimmed close to the skin but not shaped in any way. 



"Oh, Adam, you're—you're..." Jess again struggled.



"He's stroking his huge dick for us, isn't he, Jess?" Karen asked.



"Y—yes."



"And he has a big fucking cock, doesn't he, Jess?"



"What? I—I can't—"



"Oh god. Jess, what the fuck?" Tim exclaimed, standing behind Jess along with Allen and Richard. They'd made their way to us now too, just as Karen said they would. They'd been pulled in, really. The only other choice was to leave entirely, admit defeat. 



"Tim—I"



"Jesus Christ. Are you—fuck—" Tim stuttered.



"This is maybe going too far," Allen piped up.



"What's the problem? We're all adults. Nothing's happened. We're just relaxing, and Adam here happens to be playing with his cock while we watch. I mean, it's not a big deal," Karen said, forcefully.



"It's very big," Laurie interrupted.



"We'd watch you boys stroke your cocks," Karen continued, "but you're not naked. Why is that? Everyone else is naked. Why aren't you?"



"Jess—we—"



"I—that's not—"



They tried to speak, but Karen did not wait.



"It's obvious you want to show us your cocks."



It was true that the three of them were sporting tents in each of their swimsuits. There was no doubt they were aroused. I knew this was most likely the result of whatever concoction was in that flask, but the rest of the group couldn't know that, of course.



"Jess, put down your towel, and sit between Adam and I," Karen instructed. "And you three," she pointed at Tim, Allen, and Richard, "stand in front of us and show us your cocks."



Jess began to lay down her towel and Tim tried to speak.



"No—I"



"We've gotten naked for you. It's only fair. There's five naked women right in front of you who want to see your cocks. Why wouldn't you want that? Are you cowards? Is that it?" Karen was relentless.



Karen moved over, but not by much. Jess settled down between us, her thighs touching Karen and I on other side. It was surreal to be so close to her again. She'd barely have to move her hand at all to reach my cock now. 



Tim, Allen, and Richard slowly, haltingly, stepped in front of us. They stood there, looking at Jess and the other women, as though they were waiting for a last-second reprieve. But none was forthcoming. Jess held her head in her hands, looking down.



"Ok, what do you have for us, boys? Take those swimsuits downs." Karen said.



<b>Part Four</b>



Tim, Allen, and Richard dropped their swimsuits. The women stared at their cocks. Everyone seemed to hold their breath. We were waiting for Karen to speak, to render a judgement, to set the tone. But she surprised us, as she often did. She changed the subject.



"Jess," Karen began, "Why don't you tell us about the time that you realized Adam was special, that he had this magnificent cock?"



"Me? Why...I—I can't—" Jess looked to Tim and then to Amanda.



"You know what? Fuck it. I'd like to hear this," Amanda said, an edge to her voice again.



"I don't think Tim will mind. We can all see your boyfriend is as hard as can be. Go on, Jess, tell us," Karen said.



"Well, ok...ok. I...we met at a party. Adam has a few friends who went to the same college as I did, which I guess, I mean, maybe that's how he met you too," Jess said, turning to Amanda.



"Well, so he asked for my number and the next week we went out for dinner and drinks. The usual stuff, I guess. We had a good time, there was chemistry, lots of flirting. At the end of the night, he walks me to my train and we kiss.



"And you know, it was a deep kiss, kinda bordering on making out. He's not trying to push it, but I leaned in and he took me by the waist and pulled me into him.



"And that's when I felt it. We're pressed up against each other, and I just feel something solid and warm against my thigh. I was honestly almost confused. You know, could that be his cock? 



"And if you want details, you know, to be honest, I hadn't gotten around much in college or even before. Amanda knows. I was so fucking shy. So anxious all the time. I'd made out, did some groping, been touched, that sort of thing. But that was just two or three experiences. I really didn't have much experience with an actual dick, believe it or not.



"And so I just thought, Christ, is that what they are like? So the next week Adam was out of town, but I couldn't stop thinking about it. I was just imagining what his cock must look like. I watched some porn videos with hung guys just to see what it might be like. 



"And it wasn't like me, but I wanted him to know what I was feeling, so I tried flirting a bit, you know, trying to sext with him while he was away.



"I told him I had a good time and that he really made an impression on me. He replied, and then I told him he made the biggest impression at the end of the night. He asked what I meant. And so I told him that I felt it, his cock, and it seemed so big.



"I asked him, Was I like imagining things, or do you have a really big cock? He said something like, I guess so, you might say that. I asked him if he would send me a photo. He was like, Really, are you sure you want that?"



"And I really did, so he sent me a photo. I just couldn't believe it. This guy, this cute guy who I liked had that huge thing between his legs. I was like replaying our date in my mind and just thinking about how his cock had been hanging there in his pants the whole time, right there.



"That week he sent me a couple more photos and I sent him some things, which I'd never done before. And I told him that I wanted to worship his cock the instant he was back in town. I'd never talked like that before. But I just wanted to see it and touch it so badly. So I mean, I guess that's when I knew it was special. Didn't take long."



"Jess," Karen said, "do you still have those photos?"



"I...I...yes, I do."



"You have others too, don't you? How many?"



"About...maybe about eight, I guess."



"Are they on your phone right now?"



Jess looked down. "Yes, yes, they are."



I could now see why Karen had asked for this. She made Tim, Allen, and Richard stand there and listen to Jess tell all of us about her feelings of desire for my cock, all the while these five women stared at their obviously lesser manhoods. I don't know if it had something to do with the drink Karen had given, if they were aroused by the humiliation, or if it was fear over losing a partner, but Tim and the others suffered through this punishment stoically, their cocks pointing straight forward.



Jess continued, trying to explain herself.



"You have to understand, Adam's was like my first cock. I knew it was different, I knew his cock was really big, but I didn't know it was <i>that</i> different. When he broke up with...I mean, when it was over and I started dating other men, I was shocked. Their dicks seemed so small.



"I went online to look up stuff about penis size, and you know, I found out these guys were just normal. I guess I just didn't realize that normal was that much smaller than Adam. But you know, I got used to it, obviously."



"Do you miss Adam's big cock?" Karen asked.



"Stop, I won't—that's enough," Jess said.



"No, I want to know. Answer her," Amanda pushed Jess.



"Fuck! Of course I do! Are you happy? Why are you—I mean, what the fuck?"



"Is that why you were watching him last night?" Karen asked.



"What? No—"



"I saw you. I saw you peeking through their door last night. Don't lie. What were you watching?"



"Jess—you—" Tim tried to speak.



"Shhh. Let her answer," Karen said.



"Oh my God. Yes, yes. Ok. Yes, I was spying. I watched you jerk him off," Jess said, turning to face Amanda.



"It's all right. It's better to be honest about what you want, Jess," Karen said, "You'll feel better. Why were you watching? Why do you miss his cock?"



"Jesus, he—his dick...it's just a turn-on. It looks so good on his body, hanging between his legs. I used to...God, this is dumb, but one of my favorite things was when I'd watch him in the shower, soaping up his cock and balls, his big dick flopping all over. I loved that moment."



"I like that too!" Alina said.



"And when he was turned on," Jess continued, "I loved the idea that I made such a huge cock happen. It was, like, even a bigger compliment to me if that makes sense — this massive symbol of his desire."



"Go on," Karen said.



"I loved the way his cock felt on my body and in my body. It was overpowering. It felt like being overtaken. I'd look at him when we were fucking and here was this man who I cared about — and there was just so much of him inside of me. I loved that. How full of him I was. 



"And God, fuck, his cock made me cum so much. So fucking much. And the feeling of his cockhead pushing into me, fuck, it was so intense."



"How does Tim's penis compare?" Karen asked, evenly, as though she didn't know the answer.



"I—I won't—"



"Just tell the truth, Jess. It's better for you and for him. Be honest," Karen pressured her.



"Christ...it doesn't! Is that what you want to hear? You can see. There's no comparison, obviously."



"Because Tim has a small penis? Is that what you mean?" Karen asked, once again as though she already didn't know the answer.



"You know."



"I want to hear you say it. And I want him to hear you say it."



"Yes, yes, he—Tim, you have a small dick," Jess admitted.



Tim winced at this.



"Shall we find out just how small he is?" Karen put to the group, rhetorically. She was going to do as she wanted no matter what. "We have a right to know how small your cock is, don't we, Tim?"



Tim finally spoke. "What? I don't know—what do you mean?"



"Your cocks are for our benefit, aren't they? To attract us, please us, satisfy us. You want us to find you desirable. You walk around hoping that we'll want you, and all the while you keep that secret in your pants. But really it belongs to us, and we have a right to know what you have to offer. Don't you agree, Tim?"



"I—I—"



"Tim, please, don't try to save face. Admit it. You love this. There are five women here who see all that you have to give. We know. We've judged you. And we're going to continue judging you. We're going to find out exactly what your manhood is worth. And you love it. Admit it."



"Jesus. I...I don't know. Maybe it's kind of a turn on, yeah."



"And we have a right to know the exact size of your small penis, don't we?"



"You...yes, you do."



"Be respectful now, Tim. Call me 'ma'am'. What do we have a right to know?"



"You have a right to know exactly how small my penis is, ma'am."



"Good, and don't you two agree?" Karen shifted her gaze to Allen and Richard, looking at their cocks one after the other as she spoke.



"Me? I—well...I" Allen started to speak. 



"What do you think, Laurie?" Karen asked. 



"Yes, I think we ladies have a right to know everything about your cocks," Laurie answered and then paused, "Just like I have a right to know everything about Adam's huge dick, right, Amanda?"



"You—" Amanda began.



"Take this and measure yourselves for us, boys," Karen interrupted. She fished a roll of measuring tape from her bag and held it aloft. "And please, don't try to exaggerate or lie," Karen added, "We'll know. I'll know." 



Allen took the roll of tape from her. 



"Start with the length. Measure right along the top. Do it right," Karen instructed.

<hr pg="4" />He did as he was told.



"How long is your hard cock, Allen? And be precise."



"It's...it's a little over five inches. Five and quarter."



"Ok, and now the girth. Wrap it around the middle at the thickest part. Hold the tape tight, don't leave slack. Yes, that's it. Now, tell us, how thick is your cock, exactly."



"Um, a bit under five inches. I guess right about 4 and then 13/16ths, to be precise."



"Good," Karen said, "Your cock is average in size."



"Ok," Allen said.



"Which means it's basic. It's unexciting. Boring."



"I don't—" Allen started.



"Isn't that right, Laurie?" 



"I...I guess I'd say it's pretty unremarkable. It's whatever," Laurie said.



"How—you—" Allen started again.



"Your turn, Richard. Measure your hard-on and tell us exactly how small it is, length and then girth," Karen turned her attention to Richard.



He read out his measurements. Four-and-a-half in length and four-and-a-third in girth. 



"That's small," Alina said.



"Come on—" Richard tried to object.



"I think you and Tim might be small cock twins, honestly," Karen said. "Kind of the same size. Tiny cock twins."



"No—I—"



"Let's find out," Amanda said.



"Yes, Tim, your turn. Measure your cock and tell us exactly how small it is," Karen instructed.



Tim took the tape from Allen and measured his length.



"How short is it, Tim?" Karen asked.



"It's...five inches."



"Don't lie, Tim. I told you not to lie. Amanda, please double check his work."



Amanda stood and positioned herself next to Tim. She looked down at his penis as he held out the tape.



"He's not starting at zero. He's cheating," she announced. 



"Start at zero, Tim. We already know you have a small dick. We can see. There's nothing to hide now. Just tell the truth," Karen demanded.



"It's—it's just shy of four and a half, ma'am." Tim said.



"Small," Laurie said, unprompted.



"Ok, now the girth. Keep watching him, Amanda," Karen instructed, "How skinny is your hard dick, Tim?"



"It's just a little under four. Like 3 and 7/8."



"Well, he has a really thin cock, doesn't he, Jess?" Karen looked at her.



"He—yes, he does," Jess answered.



"Not what a woman hopes for, is it?"



"No, it's not."



"Look at Adam's cock, Tim," Karen instructed, "look how much bigger it is than yours. Look how long and fat his cock is compared to yours. His cock is so much bigger than yours, isn't it?"



"Yes, ma'am."



"That's right. You have a small little cock, Tim. Aren't you ashamed?"



Karen grabbed hold of my cock, which caused Amanda to jolt forward. Amanda's mouth fell open. She seemed uncertain about what to do, but Karen continued on.



"When Jess thinks of <i>cock</i>, this here is what she thinks of. A huge cock. <i>This</i> is what cock means to her. This was her first real experience with a man. This is what she wants. This is what she expects. BIG dick. And look at what you have to give her, Tim. A tiny penis like that after she's had <i>this</i>? That's a real downgrade, isn't it, Tim?"



"Yes, it is, ma'am."



Karen let go of my cock and continued to taunt Tim.



"Can you imagine how she felt when she first saw your cock? She wanted a big wide dick like this. She was probably excited, filled with nervous energy, just hoping you had a big cock to show her. But no, just a thin little penis. What a disappointment your cock must be to her. How does it make you feel, Tim, looking at this giant cock and knowing it's filled up your girlfriend so many times?"



"Devastated, ma'am."



Karen turned toward Jess.



"Is Tim's cock a disappointment to you?"



Jess looked down into her lap. "Yes, it is."



"Apologize to her, Tim. Apologize for your failure. And don't bullshit. You know what you've done."



Tim let out a deep breath. "Jess, I'm so sorry. I know you were hoping for something more from me. I know you had something different in mind. And I let you down."



"Keep going," Karen instructed. 



"Jess, I'm sorry for my small penis. I'm sorry that I disappointed you. You deserve better, and I didn't give it to you."



"You too, boys. Go ahead, Richard." Karen said.



"Me? But...but I—I mean, who—" Richard was startled.



"Please, Richard, it's obvious you want to hook up with Alina. You almost ruined this weekend for her with that small dick. Alina, tell him."



"Yeah, well, just being honest, Richard, your dick is definitely too small for me. I'm just, I'm not really into you having seen that."



Richard looked shocked.



"Apologize, Richard. Right now," Karen ordered.



"I...I...I know you were hoping to have a fun weekend, Alina, and I guess I didn't help with that."



"Why didn't you help?" Karen asked.



"I don't know."



"Yes, you do, Richard. You can't have fun with a short little cock like that. Isn't that right?"



"Y—yes, thats' right, ma'am."



"I didn't hear an actual apology, Richard," Alina said.



"I...I'm sorry for my small penis, Alina."



"And how about you, Allen? Do you still think Adam's just a show-er?" Laurie asked.



"I...well...no, I don't."



"Why not? You thought so before." Laurie prodded him.



"Well, I...I can see."



"What do you see?"



"He has a big dick."



"It's huge, Allen," Laurie added, "You know it's much bigger than yours, right?"



"Y—yes."



"Speaking of which," Karen now said, "I think we should rate these cocks. Let's tell them exactly what they are worth. Let them know how they rank. Why don't you go first, Laurie? On a scale of one to ten."



"Well," Laurie began, "I would say that Richard is maybe a three out of ten. His cock is bad, for sure, but still it could be worse. Tim really has a needle dick — sorry, Jess — so that's a two for me. Allen, you're, I guess, about a five out of ten. Maybe a six. It's ok, but...if I'm being honest, there are nicer dicks out there."



"And what about Adam?" Karen nudged her.



"Oh, right, well, that's obvious. I mean, one hundred! It really shouldn't be on the same scale. But if we're doing it, it's a ten. No need to think about that one."



"Amanda?" Karen said.



"Well, obviously my boyfriend is exceptionally hung and he's a ten," Amanda looked at me as she spoke. "You have the best cock, baby!



"And well, let's see. I guess I'd give Allen a four. Maybe because I'm currently fucking this big dick, that penis seems pretty undesirable to me right now. And yeah, Richard, your cock is straight-up small to me. I'll say a two. Tim's a one."



"Jesus," Karen said, "this is embarrassing for you three. You're just going to take this? Doesn't seeing this huge dick, and us ladies giving it so much love — that doesn't get your competitive juices flowing? Aren't you going to at least try to compete? Stroke your cocks right now and try to get bigger. Come on, we want to see something bigger. So get bigger."



Allen, Richard, and Tim began to work their dicks in their hands. Their efforts were of course futile. It was clear that they were already as hard and as large as they were ever going to be. 



"Sad," Karen began, "Is that the best you can do? Are you even trying? Why don't you have big cocks when you know that's what we want? Well, keep stroking your boring dicks. Don't stop for even a second. And do not cum. Do you hear me?"



"Yes, ma'am," They replied in unison. 



"All right, let's continue. How about you, Jess? How would you rate Allen?" Karen asked.



"Uh, I guess...I guess a six out of ten is about right. Maybe five and half. Something like that."



"And Richard?"



"A three."



"And your boyfriend? What is his cock worth?"



Jess let out a sigh. "It's...I agree with Laurie. It's a two."



"Oof. Your girlfriend doesn't think much of your penis, does she, Tim?" Karen asked.



"No, ma'am, she doesn't," Tim said.



"And Adam, Jess? What do you think of his cock?"



Now Jess looked at me directly. She maintained eye contact.



"His cock is beautiful. It's perfect. Perfectly shaped, perfect length, and so thick. It's really so big, but also just nice looking. Ten out of ten."



Tim let out a groan and shot several spurts of cum into the sand in front of him. 



"Uh oh, looks like that skinny little penis couldn't help itself," Alina said.



"What the fuck, Tim? I told you not to cum. You said you heard me. Were you lying?" Karen said, anger in her voice.



"I heard you."



"So you ignored me? Small dick <i>and</i> you can't cum when we want? You just don't want us ladies to enjoy ourselves, do you? I mean, that's what your cock is for, to please us, but everything about your cock is disappointing, its size, its stamina. Jesus. It's no surprise your girlfriend is in love with Adam's huge cock here, is it? It's kind of sweet really — how obvious it is. Isn't it?"



"Yes, ma'am."



"Amanda, look how women desire your man's cock. Isn't that hot?"



"You know what? It is. It's hot," Amanda replied.



"Maybe you should let her fuck it," Karen pushed a step further. 



"What? I—I..." Amanda was at a loss.



"Get on your hands and knees, Jess," Karen ordered. "I'm going to slide under you and eat your pussy. Adam, get up and kneel right here. Let's get your cock nice and wet. Laurie and Alina, I want you to suck Adam's huge cock."



Three three of us did as we were told. Laurie and Alina went straight for my cock, crouching in front of me. Jess bent over, resting on her hands and knees, and lifted her leg so that Karen could slide under her.



"Jesus Christ," Tim exclaimed, "You—"



Karen went on as though Tim had said nothing. "Tim, get your little dick over here and eat your girlfriend's ass until she's ready to take this huge dick—a fully grown cock, not like your small, <i>fucking pin dick</i>. Allen, Richard, keep stroking your cocks and don't you dare cum."



"And Amanda," Karen continued, "just enjoy. Everyone wants what you have. Just enjoy it."



Laurie and Alina went after my cock with shocking enthusiasm. They took Karen's direction quite literally. They were sloppy. They each took a side and ran their mouths up and down my length, pulling back occasionally to spit on my cock and then coating it with their mouths again. Then Laurie took my cock deep into her mouth, moaning softly as she worked. Alina ran her tongue over and over across the underside of my balls. 



Then Laurie pulled back, releasing me from her mouth, and took my cock in both hands. She stroked me with an urgency, looking me right in the eyes. She spoke slowly, separating each word, but to no one in particular. 



"<i>Big</i>...<i>Thick</i>...<i>Cock.</i>"



Tim lapped at Jess's asshole, his face only inches from Karen's, who had her mouth open wide at Jess's pussy, sucking on her, her tongue hidden but surely working furiously. 



And Allen, Richard, and Amanda simply let it happen. I knew I shouldn't be surprised, but they did as they were told. I stood perpendicular to Allen and Richard, so I knew they could see my whole length clearly, Laurie and Alina trying to work down it. Alina had taken me in her mouth now, furious strokes, jabbing at her throat. Laurie was at my balls. 



I let out a groan.



"You like how I take care of your perfect cock, big boy?" Alina asked.



"Fuck yes."



"Making every inch of your huge dick feel good?" Laurie hummed.



"It feels so good, damn."



"Are you going to sink this long, fat cock into Jess's pussy? Just one last time? Let her know what she's missing? Use her little pussy to make your big dick feel good?"



"OH FUCK," Jess yelled. 



It was as though Laurie were Karen's understudy now that Karen was fully occupied with Jess. Karen always seemed to bring it out of those around her. Even Amanda was now working her fingers at her clit.



"She's not used to being stretched anymore, is she? She's used to tiny dick—mmm mnnnn, no, she's not used to real cock like this. A <i>big WIDE cock</i> like this." 



Laurie's words were like a moan now. As much as I loved what she had to say, I knew her true audience was Jess.



"PLEASE!" Jess yelled. 



Karen then pulled herself out from under Jess and pushed Tim back. 



"Amanda, come here," Karen instructed, "I want you to guide Adam's cock into Jess. Bring your big dick over here, Adam."



I kneeled behind Jess. Laurie, Alina, and Karen were to my left. And from my right, Amanda reached over with her left hand and guided my cock to Jess's pussy. Tim and Allen and Richard watched from above, standing behind.



Amanda dragged my cock up and down Jess's lips while Jess whimpered. She then lined it up squarely at Jess's hole. She put her right hand to Jess's shoulder and pulled her backward, my cock pushing in, slowly, with difficulty. 



"Oh my God," Jess squealed. 



I stood solidly, not giving way, as Amanda continued to pull Jess's body in my direction, my cock pushing farther and farther into her. Jess took sharp breaths. When half of my length was inside of her, Amanda let me take over. I pulled out and pushed back in, just halfway, again and again, letting her get used to it slowly. And then I gave her more. 



Karen leaned into Jess's ear. "Your pussy looks like so good split open by huge cock."



Jess whimpered again, and now I could see her cream on my cock. I knew she was ready for the rest. I drove my full length into her. To my surprise, she let out a loud scream and her legs began to shake uncontrollably.



"FUCCKKING CUMMMING!" She exclaimed, breathlessly.



"Jesus," Karen said, "that's how pathetic your tiny skinny penis is, Tim. Did you see that? Your girl is so fucking desperate for big cock, she came before he even got going, just from having him inside of her. And she came hard. Did you see, Tim?"



"Yes, I did," Tim answered.



"And what does that tell you about your under-endowment there?"



"It's not satisfying her."



"No, it obviously isn't. I'm not even sure what you've been doing counts as fucking judging by how needy her pussy was. Come here, Tim, get down here on your knees. Adam, smack her ass with your heavy cock. Get it nice and red."



I slapped my cock against her ass. 



"Now, Tim, you do the same."



Tim scrambled over to Jess. He was kneeling at my right now. He'd become fully hard again. He must have been stroking himself while he watched. He too did as he'd been instructed. 



"Now both of you rest your cocks on her ass," Karen demanded. 



I let my cock sit on Jess's left cheek and Tim did the same for the right cheek. Jess's ass was a deep red underneath my cock, and there was a pinch of color on her ass just under Tim's head.



"Look at the difference. Adam's cock is thick and meaty, so long, those big veins. I mean, this is equipment for fucking right here. And your penis, Tim, short and so thin, hard as it can be, it just looks so insignificant. Incredible."



Again Karen learned into Jess's ear. "Your boyfriend's cock is so fucking little, isn't it?"



"Yes!" Jess yelled.



"Can't you just feel how wide and heavy Adam's big dick is on your ass, and then just that light little finger there next to it."



"Yes, I love the way Adam's cock just covers my ass. I love the way that feels."



Karen moved away from Jess and reached into her bag and took out her phone. She aimed the phone's camera directly above Jess's ass. In the frame you could see Jess's reddened ass flaring out, her asshole looking straight up, and a hint of her lips just below — and my cock and Tim cock's only a few inches apart, each fully hard, resting on her ass cheeks. Karen took a few photos just like that.



"Tim, I'm going to send you one of these photos, and after we're done here I want you to go to the pharmacy in town and have it developed as a wallet photo. And from now on I want you to keep that photo in your wallet front and center. Understand?"



"Yes, ma'am," Tim answered.



"Good. Now, I'm starting to think this is a little too much for Jess right now, since she's used to that tiny needle dick. This tight little pussy of hers needs to adjust. So Adam, I want you to use her cunt only just a bit longer until you're ready to cum. And then we'll have a second round later tonight. After all, Laurie and Alina need a chance as well."



"Oh fuck yes, please," Laurie said. 



I pushed my cock back into Jess, who groaned and moaned and squealed, and gave her fast, pounding strokes for about one minute until I felt my orgasm build. I could feel Jess starting to shake again, but I was lost in my own pleasure now.



"Fuck," I moaned.



"Jess, kneel in front of Adam now," Karen ordered. 



Jess pull herself from me and turned around, crouching before me.



"Open your mouth wide, Jess," Karen said, "And Adam, I want you to spray your cum straight down into her mouth. Every single drop."



I stroked myself, my head pointing right at Jess's mouth. I knew it wouldn't take but a moment.



"Get over here and watch closely, Tim," Karen barked, "Watch all of that cum go right into your girlfriend's mouth."



I growled as I unloaded, stream after stream spraying and then finally dribbling into Jess's wide open mouth, landing on her tongue and then pooling inside of her mouth. When I finished, Karen kissed Jess deeply and long enough that I had no idea which of them had swallowed my cum when it was over.



I looked over at Amanda. What was she thinking? At the moment she betrayed no emotion. Her bikini bottom was still pulled to the side, her legs open, her pussy glistening in the sun. 



"All right," Karen said as she stood, "I'll see you all later tonight. We'll have some more fun. Oh, but Tim, come up to my room in half an hour. I think I'd like my ass eaten. Ok?"



"Ok," Tim said.



Karen began to walk back toward the house, but after a few steps she stopped.



"Oh! And one other thing," she said, "I don't want to see any of you boys wearing any clothes tonight. None of you. Not a thing. I have some friends coming over later, and your cocks are to be out and displayed at all times. Understood?"



"Yes, ma'am."

