Measuring Up for Her (a true story)———————————

It was a lazy Sunday morning and we were sitting on the couch, both of us on our phones. Sarah had her legs draped over my lap. Tucked into her cozy grey sweat pants and hoody pulled up over her head, all that was peaking out from her baggy clothes were her hands and a few curls of her brown hair. Her soft bare feet, freshly adorn with white nail polish rested coyly on my crotch. Sarah, my girlfriend at the time, was a spritly 5’4”, 28 years old, and beautiful. Youthful and petite, Sarah was trim but with a firm round ass and full breasts. Whenever I was near her, her sensuous, tan little body, filled me with desire.

I was starting to get turned-on feeling her curled up beside me, and the weight of her on my lap. Sarah repositioned her legs, pulling her toes away from my fly.

“Am I making hard right now?” Sarah asked as she glanced up from her phone.

“Yup. You’re just that sexy” I replied stroking her calves with my hands. “Sorry if my bulge is distracting you.”

“Don’t worry,” She laughed, “it really barely even counts as a bulge. You’re definitely not distracting me.” she joked, returning her feet to my crotch.

Sarah, had been teasing me about this all week. She hadn’t been the first woman to take notice my small dimensions. But she was the first woman I’d really talk about it with. It began innocently enough after Sarah had shared that her former on-again-off-again fuck-buddy Trace was packing an intimidating 8 inches. She’d stopped banging him a few months before we began dating. But as I later learned, cutting things off hadn’t really been Sarah’s idea, and she had very much enjoyed his size. I wouldn’t say I was jealous, but hearing about their time together had awoken something. Stories of her ex’s manhood had quickly descended into playful banter in the bedroom. Mostly this meant joking about how little my cock was compared to other men Sarah had slept with. And while she was clearly starting to take some pleasure in demeaning my size, so was I.

“You know I’m just kidding.” she added. “I feel like I heard somewhere that the average is 5 inches and some change” she said without looking up from her phone “So really, you’re probably average length.”

When I didn’t respond, Sarah went on: “ I mean, there’s no doubt you’d be on the smaller side, but we should really verify just how small. What do you think? Should we measure you and find out?”

“When?” I asked, trying to sound ambivalent.

“Hmmmm.” She smiled. She scrunched her toes on my crotch, feeling me grow hard under her foot. “I guess since you’ve already got a hard-on we could do it now?”

While the idea was an immediate turn-on, I was a bit apprehensive. I had a pretty good idea of how small I was, but wasn’t sure that she really knew just how small. Up until now, her joking had been tongue-in-cheek, and mostly exagerated for effect. I didn’t know that I actually wanted to validate the role playing we’d been doing with hard fact. But I consented.

Because my cock has a bit of a curve, Sarah had scampered off to grab a fabric measuring tape from her kitchen drawer, which she said “was to give me the benefit of the doubt.”

Curled up next to me on the couch we looked up a “how-to” article online. “It’s important that we do this with scientific accuracy” she said with feigned authority. According to what we read, to measure my erect length, we should run the tape along the upper side of the penis. To measure the girth, we just had to measure fattest part.

“Okay, now comes the fun part, big guy.” Sarah giggled, at her own joke. “Drop your drawers!”

I loosened my drawstring and took my pajamas off.

“Hmmm, You’re not quite hard. Nervous? Maybe you need me to help with that?” She asked coquettishly, prodding my semi-erect cock experimentally with her toes. At the touch of her cold foot my cock began to wilt further.

“Oh no! How is it getting smaller!” Sarah laughed cover her face with her hands to stifle a giggle. Next to my soft manhood, her big toe dwarfed the head of my cock as she squished me between her toes trying to revive me. But rolling my shaft back and forth over my stomach carelessly with the arch of her foot I soon began to harden.

With her other foot, Sarah rubbed my balls softly before mashing my shaft with the heal of one foot into the arch of her other foot. I could feel my cock hot and pulsing, swelling as she playfully batted my erection between her soft pale feet. I looked small pressed between her soles.“Hmmm, I want you as big and hard as you can get” Sarah instructed playfully.

With that Sarah threw herself off of me. I leaned back a she stepped over me, spreading my legs wide in anticipation for what would come next.

“Oh?” Sarah laughed. “We thought we were getting a blowjob, did we? Silly goose! We’re not having sex right now,” she said as she knelt down between my legs. “This is for science! And we’re going to keep it professional.” she smirked.

She pushed back the sleeves of her hoody and with one slender hand began to gingerly stroke my shaft, while with the other hand, she gripped me firmly, just bellow my balls.

She worked slowly, tugging my foreskin forward and back over the head of my cock. Compared to her last lover, (as she was eager to remind me) with me, she only needed one hand to get the job done. Earlier that week, Sarah had told me how she could barely wrap both her hands around Trace’s cock. And even working each of her hands on his shaft, his flared head could still fill her mouth. She relished his virility and his size as he grew under the touch of her soft fingers. She enjoyed letting him take charge of her, as she sucked and gagged on him, edging him to completion before swallowing his load. By contrast, in her warm hand my cock looked small and under her total, lackluster control.

“Before we do this, I just want you to know that no matter how big (or small) you are, I still love having sex with you.” She reassured me, as she worked her hand gently over my cock. “Remember, I’ve dated a women before. Not that it wasn’t a lot of fun, but I don’t need to get railed by someone with the biggest, manliest cock.”

“You trying to say my cock isn’t big and manly?” I quipped with a smile.

“More like cute and girlish?” she teased back.

“Okay” she said after a few minutes. “I think you’re about as hard as you’re gonna get. Shall we begin our study?”

I agreed, reluctantly, and she reached into her hoody pocket for the tape.

“Great!” She said, with a savage smile “Let’s start with how long you are.”

Running a fingernail along the underside of my shaft she exclaimed “boy, you are curvy. This will be a bit tricky to position.”

The tape felt cold along the keel of my shaft.

“Hmmmmm, let’s see…5 inches, small, but I guess that’s pretty close to average. Oh wait!” She cut herself off, “ I’m supposed to measure the top! So maybe it’s actually a bit bigger!”

We repeated the process

“Four inches” she said

“Four inches exactly.” she blurted, as her attempt to hold in her laughter failed. Pinching my cock between her thumb and forefinger she looked at me with a mix of pity and play-acted disgust.

“I’m sorry! But it is a bit funny! It really is just sooo little” she said with a pout.

“Are you sure that right?” I choked up. “I’m sure I’m closer to 5” or 5.5”.”

“I don’t know about that” she said giving my ridged little cock a quick squeeze with her fist. “I think if you were pumping any more blood into your tiny little thingy it might just burst.”

“Maybe you measured it wrong?” I volunteered.

“Okay!” Sarah said slyly. “Why don’t you jerk it for me? And then I’ll measure it again.”

“What are you waiting for?” Sarah giggle as I froze, hesitant to masterbate while my girlfirend sat and watched me.

“Get to it big boy!”

I began to vigorously pump my hard cock with my hand, enjoying the sensation and the pressure, that Sara had been denying me while she had teased me with her measuring tape.

“Yes!! Work it baby!!” Sarah giggled, clapping her hands together with mocking encouragement.

My breath was heavy as I worked.

“Oh my God! It’s weirdly hot watching you jerk your little four inch stub.” Sarah announced rubbing one hand on my thigh.

I began to pump my fist with a panic, feeling myself harden in my hand, but knowing I was no bigger than when I started.

“Yes! Yes! Yes!!!” she cheered, her hand still on my thigh, but no longer really paying attention to me absorbed in checking her phone.

I was feeling flush with embarassment, and also so turned on. I could feel my orgasm welling up in my balls. Sarah must have noticed the change begin to take me as well.

“Okay! That’s enough.That’s enough!” Sarah ordered, setting her phone down and looking back up at me “We don’t want you cumming, just yet!”

Sarah grasped my length with one hand, leaning forward to measure me again.

“Oh, I guess you were right.” She said after a moment, her head obstructing my view of her handiwork. I could feel her soft brown hair brush against my cock, tickling my stomach.

“You are bigger now! 4 and 1/16 inches! Good job baby!”

The article we’d read had a set of sliding scales. You could input length and girth and it would tell you how the cock-in-question stacked up against the average. I could see Sarah’s mind working as she reached again for her phone with a devilish grin.

While holding my cock captive in her tight grip with one hand she input my measurements into her phone with the other.

“Let’s see” she said, trying to keep a straight face, while caressing my cock-head with her thumb. “So at four inches, excuse me, four and 1/16 inches, you’re about an inch or two shy of average. Okay, not soooo bad!”

Then she bit her lip, as she nodded her head in amusement.

“Though it does say here that you are considered “abnormally small!” And check this out, you’re in the bottom 1% for US males.”

“In a room of 100 men,” she said looking up at me with a pout, “you’d have the smallest little cock! Awwwww!”

“How does that make you feel?” she whispered, “Knowing that every man who ever fucked me was bigger than you?”

Though I tried to look plain face as she said this, my cock twitched in excitement. And Sarah noticed. In the palm of her hand my runt dick betrayed what little self respect I still had.

“You like that huh? You like when I tell you about times I’ve gotten a good dicking?”

“It’s a good thing you’re so good with your tongue and fingers. But it’s not the same as getting fucked. I miss the feeling of being penetrated and stretched.”

She laughed again. “Okay, let do girth. I think this may be your event.”

Sarah pulled the tape tight around the flair of my cock head before reading the measurement. “Hmmmm, 4 inches again!” And checking the app, “bottom 10%, so definitely an improvement, but still below average.

She looked down with bemused contempt at my small pulsing prick which she had recently demoted from average to “abnormally small.”

“God” she went on, “When Trace was soft he was still twice as big as your little thingy.” She said running the back of nail of her index finger down my throbbing shaft.

“Okay” she concluded “You’ve been a good sport and I can tell you’re dying to cum. Want me to…?”

“Yes!” I said excitedly. “I thought you’d never ask.”

As she held the base of my cock between her fingers she playfully slapped my head against her lips and nose.

“It’s funny” she mused, as she played with
me, “but when we started dating, I thought I was getting better at deep throating. Turns out your four inches could really only just fits in my mouth!”

Demonstrating she took me in her mouth, bobbing her head easily over my length. Wet in her saliva she held me in her hands like a lollipop. She licked luxuriantly at the the head of my cock, which—bulging in my full arousal—was clearly no larger than a tootsie-pop.

“Sooo little.” She cooed massaging my spit-soaked shaft slowly now with just two fingers and her thumb.

“You know, I don’t know that I really feel like blowing an “abnormally small” cock today, so I think I’ll just give you a handjob instead.”

“But” said Sarah, an idea forming in her here “I don’t want to have to deal with the little mess you’re going to make when you cum.”

Still slowly jerking me between her fingers, she reached over and with her other hand rummage through her nightstand.”

“Yes, I knew I still had these! Some of Trace’s old XXL condoms!”

“Why do you still have those?”, I asked sheepishly.

“Optimism” Sarah said with a chuckle.

“Here”, she said, throwing me the pack. “Don’t you think it would funny if you put one on to finish?”

“That’s such a depraved ideas!” I responded.

“Uh-huh, but that doesn’t mean you don’t think it’s hot.” she said feeling my heart beat race in the palm of her hand as I throbbed with desire.

I help the packet in my hand, inspecting the foil packaging. “XXL” was printed over the top.

I tore the wrapper open to find a heavily lubed condom. At face value it looked about the same size as the ones I normally used. Maybe the diameter was slightly larger, but I really couldn’t tell.

As my hands were shaking in anticipation, Sarah helped me by positioning the base of my cock between her fingers like a cigarette, as I placed the condom on the head of my cock. Nope, I thought, this condom definitely gonna be way bigger.

I rolled the condom easily down my length as Sarah watched intently.

“Wow, oh my god, look how loose it is! These were definitely a snug fit on him” she proclaimed, tugging at the baggy nitrile.

“So much extra condom for your cute little toy cock! It looks so helpless in there.” She laughed

Sarah placed her mouth over my erection, gumming me through the condom. With a hand on the base of the condom, she tugged on oversized tip with her teeth, unrolling an extra 5 inches. The shape of my erect cock was lost amidst all the extra condom.

“There!” she declared as she admired her work “awwww, it’s just so adorably small!”

“Isn’t it crazy to think about how much more dick I used to take in one of these condoms?”

Staring into my eyes with a grin, she jerked her two fingers and thumb up and down my shaft hard and fast and didn’t stop until my cum soon splashed violently into the oversized condom to the sound of her giddy laughter.

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The images with the tape measure are photos of my “abnormally small” cock for your amusement. The other images are to illustrate how small I looked when she would take me in her hands or between her feet.

Always love comments. Being in the bottom 1%, I’d love to hear how much bigger your cock or your partners cock is compared to my little one