Series: Stig was constantly humiliated for his small penis back in his village. So he decides to go on an adventure in hopes of finding a woman who will let him finally lose his virginity.

Part 1: Every day, Stig is humiliated for his small penis and cucked by his sister. But today goes especially bad when he catches his rival meeting up with his crush.

Tags: SPH, Cuckold, Femdom, Cock Comparison, Voyeurism, Incest Cuck, Anal, Humiliation

Length: 1920

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(Ye is to You) what

(I is to Me) what

(He is to Him) what

(She is to Her)

Stig woke up the way he did every day, cumming all over himself to the sound of his sister Thya getting pounded into the bed. She was on the other side of the wall, the paper wall, so he could hear EVERYTHING: the slapping of her lover’s hips against her ass. Her sharp and loud moans of ecstasy.. the gushing of her hole getting turned into a tunnel.

He didn’t know which hole, but if he had to guess, it was in her ass.

Everyone in the village had a place to sleep, and Stig’s was the same house his harlot sister got off in. If Stig wanted to move, he’d have to admit in front of the whole village that he woke up and went to sleep to the sound of his sister getting railed. So instead, he hunkered down every night and listened to his sister’s sloppy sex. It weighed on his mind and lifted his cock. Not that this was a feat or anything. Stig was a meager 2 inches erect, so as ye can imagine, he was a virgin. The closest he ever got was accidentally touching a boob, unlike his little sister who was getting laid at least once a day.

So, here he was, groggy, horny, and full of envy. With his dick pointing up through his pants, there was only one thing to do. He pulled out his baby dick and started jerking it with two fingers. He looked over and saw her silhouette. They were fucking in doggy, and her fat ass was slamming back into his crotch, jiggling visibly even as a shadow.

Every moan made his cocklet jerk in his grip. He forgot that the wall was made of paper and got up on his knees, leaning against it with one hand. He ripped right through and fell on the bed next to them, he looked up at his sister. Sure enough, the cock was up her ass.

His sister shrieked, “Good lord,” she yelled out, “Ye virgin weirdo! Stop voyeuring on me when I fuck!”

“What the fuck?” Her lover shouted, “Stig? How in hell does a munted failure like you have such a belle for a sister. And what the fuck is that” he said, pointing at his cock. Stig wanted to disappear.

“He’s only my half-brother.” she said, “Mom cheated on his dad with a drow, prolly cause dick size runs in the family. Now just ignore the shrimp dick loser,” she gave her lover bedroom eyes. “Get back to stuffing my guts~”

They kicked Stig out of the house stark naked and threw his clothes out behind him. His sister moaned something about how no one can resist drow ass-pussy. As stig bent over to pick up his clothes, he heard giggling. He turned to see a group of girls laughing and pointing at his meager erection. He covered himself and ran away, holding back tears.

-

Having finally gotten dressed, he headed to his job. He was a launderer, washing everyone’s clothes. It wasn’t the most glamorous job, but he was good at it and it came with perks, and not just the official ones. Every day, he’d find a pair of knickers or a sheet someone had fucked on. He’d often take a “break” to “relieve stress” while “inspecting” the cloth with his nose. Today though, he was pent up to the brim after the incident with his sister. As soon as he got there, he tried to sneakily dig through the undergarments bin to find something to help him get off.

“Hey, stig.”

He almost fainted but managed to play it off. He looked over to see Scron, a half-dwarf, and his greatest rival. Well, not like Stig was ever much competition. Scron had the most sex in the whole village. More girls have been fucked by him than haven’t, and more boys have been fucked by him than have lost their “proper” virginity. Stig didn’t understand the appeal of that, but it was still a slap in the face.

“Hey, Scron.” Stig said, annoyed.

“Here are the sheets of my last session of *Deep passionate love making* for you to huff- I mean clean.” The mocking nature infuriated Stig. “Speaking of which, I have a date with one of your guildmates today.”

Said guildmate rushed past Stig, tossing her panties in his face as she passed.

“Fuck me till I can’t see straight ye titan of lust!~” She said, “Hey pinky prick, ye’ll take care of my work won’t ye?~”

“Uh, I don’t know…” Said stig,

“If ye do,” she said, sauntering over while swaying her hips. She leaned over to him, letting him see down her dress. “I’ll give you a present~” He could feel her breath on his lips, she was close enough to kiss.

“Sure!” he said just fast enough to lose all of his dignity.

“Cool… now close your eyes~”

He closed his eyes and built up the bravery to pucker his lips. Then, he waited.

He waited for a while, he realized no kiss was coming when he heard the faint moans of his guild mate getting turned out. Faint because they were in the other room, not because she was quiet, quite the opposite. He sighed, adjusted his erection, picked her panties off the floor, and got to work for the both of them.

-

While washing, he saw Barbie. She was standing at the counter. He froze. If ye can’t guess, he’s had a crush on Barbie since childhood, now that they’re both in their 20s, she was working with the scribes, and he was… washing soiled linens. He had to force himself not to look at her rather large tits.

“Good day launderer, here are my sheets.” She said, pleasant yet impersonal.

“Hey, Barbie.”

“Oh, do I know you?” She had unknowingly told him how insignificant he was. It was then that his other guildmates decided to rub salt in the wound. As most of the launderers were women, most who took part in this humiliating mockery were women.

“Of course, ye don’t, but he knows you~”

“Yeah, he just goes on and on about you, how smart and lovely ye are.”

Stig grew red and felt like running away. But then he looked at Barbie, and she was blushing too. And for a moment he thought this would be a chance to talk to her…

“I bet he pleases himself to the thought of her, don’t ye, ye wanker.”

He froze, and Barbie looked horrified.

“I-I don’t… I mean” That was all she needed to hear.

“I bet that’s what he’s doing when he’s in the back moaning. Rubbing his 2 inches while thinking of her tits.”

“No, I-” His mind raced to try and fix this.

“I’m betrothed!” Said Barbie, his heart sank. “So please, don’t sully my name with such vulgarities.” She rusted off. Stig wanted to die.

-

By the time Scron and his guildmate left the room, all the work had been done. She walked out on shaky legs and Scron strutted out like a god. Stig wanted to curl into a ball and cry. When he saw his fucked-hard guildmate, he approached her miserably.

“So, ye mentioned a present if I took care of your work?”

“Yeah,” She said, “Ye can keep my panties to jerk off with, losers like you do that, right?”

“Wha, I…” He couldn’t deny what she said, “But… I washed them”

“That sounds like your problem, not mine~”

Stig huffed and dashed off, he was furious, frustrated, and miserable. He needed to get off.

As he trekked home, he heard what sounded like moaning. He rushed to investigate. He found a dark alley where 2 people were fucking. It was Scron and a woman with a very shapely ass. He was holding her while standing, bouncing her on his cock while they stared into each other’s eyes. He got closer in the dark and hid behind a barrel. He could reach out and touch them if he wanted. But, at such a close distance, he realized who Scron was fucking.

Barbie.

There she was, the girl he had fancied since childhood, the girl that filled his thoughts, the girl who had just rejected him, getting her snatch utterly stuffed by his worst enemy. He held back tears so he wouldn’t get caught.

He stayed there and watched every moment, his cock bounced on every moan, and he dripped precum at every pump. But he wouldn’t jerk off, he couldn’t. Every moment was like a dream, he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. She open-mouth kissed Scron as her pussy gaped when he popped his cock out, just to shove it back in. Her perky ass bounced as she held on for dear life. She licked his neck. Stig could see blood. She lost her virginity.

Eventually, he heard Scron groan and saw him pump a pint of cum up into her pussy. She mewled as it dripped out around his balls. Then, he pulled it out, and the cum fell out in a gush. Barbie squirted at the same time, her inner walls twitching.

“Fu-huck, Best. Cherry. Pop. Ever!” When they were done, and she sucked her own froth off his cock while leaking his seed, Stig slinked away with a massive (for him) erection, dripping precum and tears.

-

When he got home, Thya was getting pounded into the bed, like most every night. He walked past her room into his, trying to ignore her moans. He laid \in his bed, and wept. He couldn’t stop weeping. He wanted to stop, but couldn’t. Luckily, his sister was making so much noise, she didn’t even notice.

His dick was standing straight up. After a day of frustration, he needed to get off. So, he did what he did every day, masturbated. This time, instead of pinching his micro dick, he kept it in his pants and rubbed it, like it was a clit. He sat against the wall, listening to his sister’s familiar familial moans. Then, the paper wall ripped, and he fell onto his back onto her bed. He looked to his left, and a mere inch away from his face, his sister was being bred up the ass in a mating press. They were fucking so hard, their love juices splashed onto his face.

She screamed in lust, and her lover pumped cum into her ass. As the lover dragged his cock out of Thya’s colon, Stig started crying. Then, when she couldn’t hold it, she groaned, and let the cum gush out… Right into Stig’s face.

-

“About fucking time ye let me have the house to myself, ye fucking loser.” Thya said while Stig packed his bag, “I can finally have an orgy.”

“What was stopping you?” he said.

“Needed a double bed~”

He gave her a look, then sighed. He wasn’t about to cancel his trip over something like that. He was dedicated to going to the city and losing his virginity, even if he’d return to a bed covered in her lust juices.

“Hey,” Thya said, “don’t die alright.”

It was the nicest thing his sister ever said to him. He didn’t know how to feel about that. He bid her farewell and she gave him an insulting gesture, and he was off to get his dick wet.