Tiniest Little Dick: We’re All Laughing!

She didn’t know what to do with his small penis.

“You guys,” Taylor whined, as she slumped back on the couch.  “I don’t know what to do about Marcus.  He has the tiniest little dick I’ve ever seen.”

I exchanged glances with the other girls sitting in my living room.  We were having our usual Thursday girls’ night, hanging out at my apartment, drinking wine, and swapping sex stories.  Usually the stories we’d share would be really good – whose new boyfriend had the biggest dick, who the hot new guy at the gym was, or how many orgasms my blind date last night made me have.  But Taylor was having a very different experience.

“It’s a micro-penis,” she continued.  “See this?” she asked as she held up a baby carrot from the veggie spread I had on the coffee table.  “It’s literally this.”  We couldn’t help but laugh as she tossed the little carrot into her mouth and swallowed it down with one chomp.  “What am I supposed to do with the tiniest little dick in the world?”

I didn’t know what to tell her.  I’m a size queen.  So my advice would be to dump him because that’s what I’d do.  But I looked around at the other girls, hoping they might have some good advice.

“Is he good at oral?” Samantha asked, and Taylor shook her head no.  “Maybe you could bring some toys into the bedroom?” Savannah asked, and Taylor sighed.  “It can’t be that small, can it?” Bethany chimed in.

I felt bad that she had to deal with the tiniest little dick.

“What about a penis pump?” I threw out there, although I clearly wasn’t speaking from experience.

“I might as well have a girlfriend,” Taylor said.  ” I don’t think you understand how small he is.  I’m going to have to dump him, there’s just no other way. I knew I shouldn’t have waited so long to fuck!  I was trying to do it right this time and not just jump into bed with him on our first date.  Because I wanted to be the perfect girlfriend.”

I couldn’t help but laugh.  Maybe the reason I wasn’t stuck with the tiniest little dick is that I never wait.  I want that crazy loud sex right away!  I don’t need to invest my time in a man who can’t please me.

“Well, if he can’t please you,” I start off carefully.  “Why don’t you find someone who can?”

I watch Taylor’s eyes get wide.  “You mean just cheat on him?  I couldn’t…I shouldn’t.”  Then Bethany jumps in.

“What if you cuckold him?” she asks, hopping up on her knees on the couch in excitement.  “Like, find a really hot guy with a big dick?  Like Marlon at the gym!”  All of us squeal in delight.  Anyone who goes to City Fitness on Broadway knows who Marlon is.  He’s the tall, dark, gorgeous specimen of a man.  I could be offered a free membership to any other gym, and I’d still pay hundreds a month just to look at Marlon.  He makes all the girls’ pussies drip!  And I happen to know for sure he has a big black cock.  Because I’ve sucked it.

“If you want a real man, Marlon is it!” I exclaim, locking eyes with Bethany and nodding in agreement.  “And he loves white girls!”

The idea that she wouldn’t be stuck with the tiniest little dick seems to interest Taylor.

She bites her lower lip, letting our suggestion sink in.  Then she starts to ask questions.  “So, would Marcus just sit in the corner and watch?  Or would he wait in the living room?”  Before anyone has a chance to answer, she continues.  “I’d want him to watch.  I’d want him to see me with a big cock.  Let him know that he has the tiniest little dick in the world, and I need a real man.”

Next thing we know, she has it all planned out.  She’s going to tell Marcus that she can’t take his shrimp dick anymore.  And she’s going to tell Marlon the truth; she needs a big black cock to satisfy her.  And her boyfriend needs to see what he’s not providing.  Taylor went from practically crying on the couch to planning the outfit she was going to wear when she approached Marlon.

“For real though,” Savannah starts.  “How tiny is the tiniest little dick on earth?  Do you have a pic?”

We all start giggling when Taylor pulls out her phone, swiping through a few pics.  “This is it.  This is the inchworm that I have to deal with,” she says and holds up the phone.  She’s met with dead silence as we all stare at it.  Then we all burst out laughing, covering our mouths in embarrassment at what we’re looking at.  It really is the tiniest little dick ever.

Are you laughing with us?  Or are we laughing at you?  Tell me.

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