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Sixteen inches. Sixteen fucking inches. Sixteen goddamned pussy-punishing inches.You can’t imagine how frustrating it is to have to deal with that. Trying to find a man that measures a foot and four inches when you can scarcely find two men of those epic proportions.And with proportions like mine, you’d think I could tame any man, no matter how big his dick was. 38FF cup tits, a slim 26-inch waist, and luscious 36-inch hips are just a start to awesome arsenal I present to the eye. My own eyes are green, my nose is nice and medium, and I round off the works with a pair of dick-sucking lips that can caress a cock into orgasm before you can say, “fuck me.”This may sound arrogant of me, but damnit, I am good at bringing men to their knees, molding them into something like putty only weaker and more obedient.But then I met Aaron Black, the donkey-dicked demigod with an ego to match. An ego that overpowers and crushes my own.But he’s not the only one who can do that.I learned this lesson rather sharply one day when Katherine strolled into my office, her solemn manner always putting me at ease, even when haunting visions of Black’s big balls are dancing through my mind.“There are some gentlemen here to see you.” She said. Her breasts were in rare form today, and while I’m not really into women, I can call a nice pair when I see them.Her colossal fruits were locked up in a tight bra, but still poking out. I wondered if she had a date that night.“Who are they?” I asked.“Well, they wouldn’t give any full names, but they said you’d know what it was about if you’d just see them.”I considered this, unsure what to think.“Okay, send them in.” I nodded my assent.*** The five entered my office in a manner that could only be described as strutting.I ticked off their qualities in my head.“Man, and I thought that secretary of yours had big tits. How can you walk in those things?”Said a medium-built redhead. He was a little chubby, not really to my taste, dressed in a wife-beater and some old looking jeans.“She’s not a secretary” I said calmly, “She’s an assistant, and these things aren’t that hard to understand for guys who are smart enough to handle them.”“Don’t knock Ed.” Said a nice, clean-cut black haired kid jerking a thumb at the impudent prick in the wife-beater. “He’s just a sucker for a nice pair of, well, suckers.” The kid actually blushed a little at his words. He seemed a little younger then the rest of this motley crew. He was wiry, and dressed in a nice, relaxed black suit.“Besides, anything more then a handful is wasted.” Cut in a tall, olive-complexioned man with a goatee. He was dressed in casual clothes, slacks and a t-shirt. Nice muscles on that one.“Only if you aren’t man enough to know what to do with the rest.” I shot back.The muscled guy winced at my cutting remark, but with a smile on his face.“Trust almanbahis me, he is.” Said a fourth man, built low to the ground and thick, like a muscled tank. His arms bulged through a gray shirt, and they somehow complimented his shaved head.I leaned back, twirling a pen between two fingers.“And you are too?” I asked with one eyebrow raised. “I highly doubt it.”The last guy was gorgeous. His face was clean-cut with good high cheekbones, and yet he had a strong cleft chin. He stood a little taller then the rest, had nice big hands, and something heavy sitting in his Dockers I couldn’t ignore.“We have come to understand you are on a cock-hunt.” He chimed in with a crisp British accent. “We have come to deliver.”I folded my arms.“You can send me in the direction of a man?” I asked.“We’re not tipsters.” He answered, clearly the leader, “We’re specimens.”“How did you know about me?” “Veronica Divine’s famous hunt has becoming something of a legend in our circles. We thought we’d find you first. We are the Fifty-Five-Inch Five.”“What?” I blinked.Pants suddenly dropped, and I was looking at a startling array of big dicks.I cursed myself for not having a ruler.Ed’s dangling meat was easily the size of most men hard.The black haired kid, who I would later learn was named Paul, had what had to be eight inches soft, easy.The olive guy, Jarred, had a thick, veiny, uncircumcised cock that hung quite low.The bald guy, Vincent, was packing a coke-can thick rod.But the British, whose name I never learned, oh my god. Soft he looked almost as big as Aaron Black hard, and his balls were like avocados, which dangled quite low. They looked ready to burst with juice.“Well this is an impressive selection!” I gasped. “Let me just get my ruler and I’ll.—“Clack!The door slammed as Vincent shut it.“No rulers. You go by feel.” He said.“But I…”They were on me like a pack of wolves. Hands tore my clothes to shreds in seconds; the Brit kissed me hard and rough, his tongue probing my whole mouth.Hands were busy all over my tits, fingers were vibrating on my clit, and someone was weighing my ass from behind.“FF cups! Holy shit!”“These lips are so soft…”“What great gams she’s got too!”Brit’s kisses went from my mouth to my jaw, then my neck, then down.Paul and Jarred were giving my boobs the licking and sucking of a lifetime while Ed massaged my ass. Vincent grabbed my hands and moved them down his body to his dangling bollocks. The orbs there were like fat peach pits, wrinkled and warm.Then a tongue was piercing my pussy, and I groaned. Brit’s tongue dove into my folded cunt-lips, while he sometimes pulled back to give my clit a good hard suck.“Ohhhh,” I moaned, tossing my head at all the moist affection.“Don’t enjoy it too much.” Said Vincent, no longer guiding my hands as I swiftly caressed his almost hard shaft. Soft he looked almanbahis yeni giriş like a coke-can…hard he was sporting something like a tennis-ball canister.“He’s only getting you so wet because you’ll need all the moisture you can get. We’re gonna fuck you so hard you’ll think you’re a cheerleading team.”All around me, cocks were hardening. I broke my grasp from Vincent’s and took then time to start caressing some of the others.I pulled back Jared’s foreskin, and enjoyed the view of his plum hued head.Brit’s tongue went deep inside me and my eyes shot wide.I ran both hands along Jared’s whole cock, watching him expand before my eyes, his foreskin retracting to reveal his whole head, vastly flared glans last. The head looked like it would feel very nice scrapping hard on the way out of my pussy.Brit pinched my clit just how I like and I gave a yelp.Paul’s pussy pounder was in my grasp next. Flaccid it was like a giant wet noodle, curling back over my wrist towards the floor. I giggled as I shook it and watched it wiggle. I reached down my other hand and cupped his heavy nuts. This kid was gonna be a big shooter, to be sure. A part of me wondered if he was done growing yet. If not, women would run from him every time he dropped his pants. He was just getting harder and harder as I massaged his spunk-pods, and I took I took a deep breath, wondering what he planned to do with all that.Brit slipped one, two, and then three fingers into me in turn, banging me slowly, seeming to decide I was ready.Ed’s cock floated into my hand. I’d be lying if I said Ed wasn’t impressive, but his poor physique and bad fashion sense really made me wonder how he got in with this swank group. I tugged half-heartedly at the beast, and it stiffened up. He was definitely the smallest of a big group…still big by anyone else’s standards but mine.Then Brit was up and in my face. He kissed me with my own juice on his lips, and then wordlessly pushing my shoulders gently.I sunk to my knees.I marveled at the elephant trunk that was dangling before me. Brit’s obscene meat was like a prize-winning zucchini soft. God gave me some dick-sucking lips, and so that’s just what I did.I wrapped my hands around his middle, and lifted the head in the palm of my hand, appreciating its smooth texture. Then I turned it to the side and began to nibble his cock like it was an ear of corn. My fat lips blanketed the shaft like hot dog buns as I licked, slurped, and smacked my way all over his cock. Loud sounds filled the room as I moistened his shaft to a glistening luster.They weren’t the only sounds though; the other boys were stroking as they watched, and making color-cementation.“How many inches do you think she’ll be able to take?” “At least eight! Look at those lips, she’s had a few pricks in there.” “The way she’s going at it I’d say almanbahis giriş more like a few hundred.”I slurped his head into my mouth, savoring the flavor as some precum shunted into my mouth. Then I began to slurp him in, moisture dripping from my lips as I consumed inch after inch.“Do you think she spits or swallows?” “Are you kidding? I bet she gargles!”I actually felt a little ashamed from the comments. I’d never sucked cock with a peanut gallery before. I reached out my hand that had been supporting his head, and supported his balls instead. This was no easy feat with one hand, but I managed to keep one avocado balanced on each half of my palm, stroking my fingers on them gently.“I wonder if she can fit one of those in her mouth.” “I doubt we’ll get to find out. No one tries.”I gave Paul the finger as I popped his head out with a lusty spray of spit and precut bursting forth, and then lifted his whole dick out of the way to go for his scrotum. His bloated baby-juice bags were big, but so is my mouth. I started by lapping at them incessantly, coating them in saliva.With my free hands I wanked his stiffening cock, it was almost all the way hard, and as it belted out pre-spunk, I took some on my hands and smeared on his balls. Then I added more saliva, licking the sweet cream all around both orbs.“Holy crap, we’ve never done a bitch that liked sucking balls!” “Look at her pussy, she’s loving it!”I opened my mouth wide and applied suction.POP! There was a whole Avocado in my mouth. I licked around and it and savored the rich flavor. Then I hollowed my cheeks and sucked on it a little, giving his other nut a squeeze just so it wouldn’t feel left out.I popped the nut out, and gave each of his balls a kiss before returning my attention to his shaft.I took a long, long, lick, all the way from his base to his tip along the cum-slit. By the time I reached the top his shaft wobbled and spit frothy juice.“For me?” I asked coyly, slurping the creamy offering right up.His cum was thick as it rolled down my throat.Then I darted down my neck, and took in his cock. I lodged the head firmly in my mouth, swirling my tongue like a sensuous avenging angel to attack his senses. The Brit groaned and rolled his eyes into his head as I sunk his shaft into my throat, swallowing rapidly to ripple his love muscle.I took a glance at the long trip from his head to his balls, and slowly descended, swallowing inch after inch of smooth pole.His juices pulsed steadily into my throat, and I took turns between swallowing them, and letting them spill from my mouth to shine his pork stick.Suddenly I was being attacked from both sides, Jarred and Paul were savaging my cheeks with their own hard cocks, smearing thick gouts of pre-cum all over my face.I moaned dreamily as I came off of Brit’s cock to engage these new targets. I made sure to wrap both hands around his tremendous tool though, just to keep him interested.Paul’s cock was tasty and young, and so smooth in texture. I sucked it deep into me, and discovered that he was just out of the range I could fully deep throat.
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