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Kara rose from her knees in the kitchen, lips still shiny from Manny’s thick cock. She wiped her chin with the back of her hand and looked at the small crowd that had gathered in the doorway.

“Erin. Nick. You’re up.”

Erin stepped forward first, those massive pale tits swaying with every step. Nick followed, his long freckled cock already thickening against his thigh at the invitation. Kara pointed at the clear plastic cage locked around your little package.

“Someone unlock him. I want Erin to taste the difference while I take care of Nick.”

Cheri produced the tiny key from wherever she had kept it. She crouched, fitted it into the padlock, and twisted. The lock clicked open. The ring loosened. Kara gently worked the plastic tube off your cock. The sudden cool air made the short shaft jump. It sprang up immediately—four point one inches of flushed, aching pink meat, the head already slick and dark, a continuous bead of pre-cum welling at the slit. Your tight little balls drew up even tighter once free of the ring.

Erin dropped to her knees in front of you without ceremony. Her huge breasts settled against her thighs. She looked at your cock from three inches away and smiled, the expression equal parts amusement and genuine curiosity.

“Oh my god. It’s even smaller up close.” She reached out with two fingers and pinched the shaft lightly, lifting it. “Kara, how do you not laugh every time this comes out?”

Kara was already on her knees in front of Nick. She wrapped one hand around his long freckled cock and gave it a slow stroke from base to tip. It thickened quickly under her touch, rising to a solid seven and a half inches, maybe a hair more, with a nice upward curve and a flushed red head that matched his hair. Her fingers didn’t quite meet around the girth.

“I do laugh,” Kara answered, eyes on Nick’s cock. “Then I get wet. Now shut up and suck my husband’s little thing while I show his owner what a real mouthful feels like.”

Erin leaned in. Her tongue came out and dragged slowly from the base of your short shaft all the way over the head. The single lick covered everything. She did it again, slower, then opened her soft lips and took the entire cock into her mouth in one easy motion. Your head bumped the back of her tongue with room to spare. She sealed her lips around the base and sucked gently, cheeks hollowing, while her tongue swirled over the sensitive underside.

The wet heat was overwhelming after the cage. Your hips jerked. Erin made a small pleased sound and started bobbing—short, shallow movements because there was nowhere deeper to go. One of her hands cupped your tight little balls, rolling them in her palm like marbles. The other hand rested on your thigh for balance, her massive tits brushing your knees every time she moved.

Kara watched for a few seconds, then turned her full attention to Nick. She licked a long stripe up the underside of his cock, lingering on the thick vein, then opened wide and sank down. She took half of him on the first pass, lips stretched tight around the freckled shaft. Spit immediately shone on the skin she couldn’t fit. She stroked the remaining length with one hand while she bobbed, taking a little more each time. When the head nudged the entrance of her throat she pulled back, gasped, and went right down again.

“Fuck, that’s better,” Nick muttered, one freckled hand resting lightly on the back of Kara’s head. “Your wife’s got a talented mouth.”

Erin pulled off your cock with a wet pop. A thin string of spit and pre-cum connected her bottom lip to your shiny head. She looked up at you while she stroked the short shaft with two fingers.

“He leaks so much for such a little thing. Tastes sweet too.” She glanced over at Kara, who currently had her lips stretched around the middle of Nick’s cock. “Look at her. She’s struggling to take half of him and she’s still trying to go deeper. Meanwhile I just deep-throated you on accident.”

She swallowed you again, this time holding the entire length in her mouth while she hummed. The vibration shot straight through your small cock. Your balls tightened in her palm. Pre-cum pulsed onto her tongue in a steady trickle.

Across from you, Kara had found a rhythm. She took Nick deeper on every other stroke, throat clicking softly when the head pushed in. Spit ran down his shaft and over his balls. She pulled off long enough to catch her breath and looked straight at your cock disappearing between Erin’s lips.

“See the difference, baby? Erin’s got your whole cock and her tongue free. I’ve got my jaw stretched and I still can’t bury my nose against him. This is what a proper mouthful feels like.”

She went back down, determined. Nick’s hips flexed. His cock flexed against her tongue. Erin matched the energy, sucking harder on your little shaft, one hand now stroking what little base wasn’t in her mouth while the other rolled your balls.

Manny and Cheri watched from the counter. Annie had moved closer, heavy breasts rising and falling, one hand between her own thighs. Laura leaned against the doorway, fingers idly circling a nipple. The kitchen had become the new center of the party.

Erin pulled off again, stroked you quickly with a spit-slick hand, and spoke against the wet head.

“I’m going to make this little thing cum first. Then I want to watch your wife finish Nick with that same mouth.”

She sealed her lips around you once more and started a focused, relentless suction. Her tongue pressed and flicked under the head. Her hand squeezed your tight balls in time with the bobs. There was no escape and nowhere to go. The pleasure was sharp and concentrated because there simply wasn’t much cock to spread it across.

Kara watched while she sucked Nick, eyes half-lidded, clearly turned on by the size difference playing out in real time. She pulled off Nick’s cock with a long string of spit, stroked him firmly, and spoke to you between heavy breaths.

“She’s going to drain those little balls any second. Then I’m going to take every drop Nick’s got while you watch with an empty cock. Ready?”

Erin hummed around you in agreement. The vibration plus the tight seal of her lips and the gentle tug on your balls pushed you over. Your small cock pulsed hard. The first spurt hit the roof of Erin’s mouth. She stayed sealed and sucked, swallowing each modest pulse as it came. There weren’t many—three, maybe four short jets—before your balls tightened and the orgasm finished. She kept the soft suction going until you twitched from oversensitivity, then finally pulled off.

A last thin string of cum connected her bottom lip to your shiny, softening head. She licked it away, then looked up at you with a satisfied little smile.

“All gone. Cute little load too.”

Kara’s eyes flashed. She turned back to Nick’s cock, opened wide, and sank down with clear purpose. She took more of him this time, throat working, one hand pumping the thick base she still couldn’t fit. Nick’s breathing roughened. His freckled fingers tightened in her hair. Kara bobbed faster, spit flying, determined to finish him while your spent little cock hung wet and soft in the open air.

“Fuck—Kara—” Nick warned.

She stayed on him. His hips jerked. Thick ropes of cum flooded her mouth. She swallowed twice, then pulled back just enough that the next pulses painted her tongue and lips. A little overflow ran down her chin. She kept stroking him through it until the last aftershock left him, then slowly released his cock with a wet sound. She licked her lips clean, swallowed the rest, and looked straight at you.

“That,” she said, voice rough, “is what a real load feels like in your throat. Heavy. Thick. More than those little spurts you just gave Erin.”

Erin stood, wiped her mouth with two fingers, and gave your soft little cock a final affectionate pinch.

“He’s still twitching. Adorable.”

Kara rose as well, stepped close, and kissed you deeply so you could taste Nick on her tongue. Her hand found your wet, soft cock and gave it a gentle squeeze.

“We’re not done. Annie’s been watching you the whole time with her hand between her legs. And I still have three different sets of hands and cocks I want on me before this night ends. You’re going to watch every second of it.”

She turned toward the living room, still holding your soft little cock like a leash, and started walking. Erin and Nick followed. Manny’s thick cock was hard again. Cheri’s eyes were bright. Annie was already moving to intercept.

Your small, spent cock dangled ahead of you, shiny and used, while the rest of the party prepared for the next round.