Sights of The Season

Kara kept her fingers loosely wrapped around your little cock as she led you from room to room. The measuring tape still dangled from your other hand like a trophy no one wanted to claim. Every doorway framed another scene, and every scene ended the same way: Kara’s quiet, precise comparisons whispered against your ear while your four-point-one-inch shaft twitched and leaked in her grip.

In the den, Sasha was on all fours on the leather couch while Tom fucked her from behind in short, steady strokes. His cock was nothing special—maybe five and a half hard—but the way her pussy lips stretched around it still looked more substantial than anything you had ever given Kara. Tom’s balls, average and loose, swung and slapped against her clit with every thrust.

Kara squeezed the base of your cock.

“See that? He’s not even close to Manny and he’s still longer than you. Thicker through the middle. When he bottoms out she feels it. When you bottom out I feel your hips.”

Sasha looked back, saw the two of you watching, and grinned. “Bring the little one closer. I want to see it while I get fucked.”

Kara walked you forward until your shiny pink cock was only a foot from Sasha’s face. Tom kept thrusting. Sasha’s eyes fixed on your small shaft and she laughed through a moan.

“God, it’s so cute. Like a little pink thumb. Does it even reach, Kara?”

“Barely,” Kara answered, stroking you once from base to tip so a fresh bead of pre-cum welled up and rolled down the short length. “But he stays hard for hours watching real ones. That’s his talent.”

Tom finished with a low grunt, pulling out and painting Sasha’s lower back in three uneven ropes. His cock softened to something still longer than your full erection. Kara made sure you saw it.

The hallway bathroom was occupied next. The door stood wide open. Megan sat on the counter, legs spread, while Chris knelt between them and ate her pussy with wet, noisy focus. His cock hung half-hard between his thighs—six inches, decent girth. When Megan noticed you both she reached down, grabbed a fistful of Chris’s hair, and pulled his face tighter against her.

“Don’t stop. They’re just comparing again.”

Kara’s hand never left your cock. She pumped it slowly while Chris’s tongue worked. When Megan came she did it loudly, thighs clamping around Chris’s head. Chris stood, wiped his mouth, and stroked himself to full hardness right in front of you. The measuring tape was still in your hand. Kara took it without asking and wrapped it around Chris’s shaft.

“Six even,” she announced. “Girth four and three-quarters. Still clears you by a mile, baby.”

She handed the tape back and gave your little cock two firm strokes that made your knees buckle.

Manny and Cheri had migrated to the large open kitchen. Manny sat on a stool, legs spread, his thick cock resting heavy against his thigh at about seven inches and still glistening from earlier. Cheri stood between his knees, slowly stroking him back to full hardness with both hands. The shaft thickened under her fingers until it stood at its full eight and an eighth by five and three-quarters. The broad head flared, already leaking a thick clear drop.

Cheri looked over her shoulder and crooked a finger at Kara.

“Bring him. I want the numbers side by side again.”

Kara walked you into the kitchen. The tile was cool under your bare feet. Your little cock bobbed ahead of you, flushed and shiny. Cheri took the measuring tape from your hand and pressed it along Manny’s massive shaft first, just to confirm.

“Eight and one-eighth. Five and three-quarters around. Still the champion.”

Then she dropped to a crouch in front of you, pinched your small cock between two fingers, and laid the tape along it.

“Four and one-tenth. Three and three-quarters. The gap is almost insulting.”

She stood, still holding your cock by the tip like it was a curiosity, and spoke to Kara.

“You should put the cage on him. The one from the gift exchange. Keep him locked and leaking while the rest of us play. It’s the right size for once.”

Kara’s eyes lit up. She left for thirty seconds and came back with the clear plastic chastity cage and the little padlock. The tube was maybe three and a half inches long—optimistic for you.

“Hands on the counter,” she told you.

You obeyed. Kara knelt, took your aching little cock in her hand, and waited until the worst of the hardness subsided just enough. She fed the short shaft into the tube. The head pressed against the closed end almost immediately. The ring locked behind your balls with a quiet click. The padlock snapped shut. Your cock was trapped—compressed, pointed slightly downward, already trying to swell against the unyielding plastic. A single drop of pre-cum squeezed out of the tip slit and ran down the outside of the tube.

Cheri clapped once, delighted.

“Perfect. Look how much empty space is still left at the tip. Even the cage is a little big.”

Manny’s thick cock twitched at the sight. Cheri gave it a slow stroke and looked at Kara.

“Your turn to decide what happens next. He’s locked. The house is full of better options.”

Kara stepped in front of Manny, still naked, still wet from everything she had watched. She wrapped both hands around his heavy shaft and stroked him from base to head, spreading the thick pre-cum that leaked steadily from the tip. Manny’s cock flexed in her grip. One of his balls rested against her wrist, heavy enough that the weight was obvious.

“I want this in my mouth,” Kara said simply. “And I want him right here watching while I do it.”

Cheri smiled and stepped aside. Kara sank to her knees on the kitchen tile between Manny’s spread thighs. She licked a long stripe up the underside of his cock, then opened wide and took the broad head between her lips. It stretched her mouth immediately. She worked lower in slow increments, taking more of the thick shaft until her lips were stretched tight around the middle and she still had inches left. Her hand stroked what she couldn’t fit. Spit ran down the shaft and over Manny’s heavy balls.

You stood three feet away, caged cock throbbing uselessly inside the plastic, the metal ring tight behind your small balls. Every wet sound Kara made around Manny’s cock sent a fresh pulse of frustration through you. Pre-cum leaked steadily from the tip of the cage and dripped onto the tile between your feet.

Cheri moved behind you, reached around, and cupped your locked package in one hand. She wiggled the whole unit gently.

“Feel that? All locked up while your wife stretches her mouth around a real one. Look how much she still can’t take. You’d disappear completely past her teeth.”

Kara pulled off with a wet gasp, strings of spit connecting her lips to Manny’s thick cock. She looked up at you while she stroked him with both hands.

“He’s so much thicker than you, baby. My jaw already aches and I’ve only had the first half. When I suck you I can take the whole thing and still use my tongue on your little balls at the same time.”

She went back down, deeper this time. Manny’s hand settled on the back of her head, not forcing, just resting. Kara’s throat clicked as she tried to take more. Her eyes watered. She pulled off again, coughing once, then immediately licked along the heavy shaft like she couldn’t get enough of the size difference.

Around the kitchen doorway other people had gathered—Annie, Nick, Erin, Laura—watching the show. Annie’s heavy breasts rose and fell with her breathing. Erin’s massive tits were still marked with faint handprints from earlier. Nick’s long freckled cock was half-hard again against his thigh.

Kara kept sucking Manny, slow and devoted, while Cheri’s fingers played with your caged cock and balls. Every time Manny’s cock flexed or leaked, Kara made a soft appreciative sound. Every time your little locked shaft twitched inside the tube, Cheri gave it a pitying squeeze.

After several long minutes Kara pulled off for air, chin shiny, lips swollen. She looked straight at you.

“I’m going to let him fuck my throat properly in a minute. And you’re going to stand right there in that cute little cage and watch every inch disappear. Then we’re going to find Erin and Nick. I think it’s time the oral got shared around.”

She stroked Manny’s thick, spit-shined cock once more, then leaned in and kissed the broad head like a promise.

Your caged cock pulsed hard enough that the plastic creaked. Another thick drop of pre-cum forced its way out of the tip and fell to the floor.

The party had moved past watching. Now it was taking.