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A year or so ago I was in a group of friends that included a gal with what I call the "classy centerfold" look. She had an almost innocent smoothness to her, but deep down inside she was something of a bitch. In our group, she was colder to me than to anyone else. Anyway, another member of our group, someone much friendlier to me, told me about a party at the bitch's apartment. The bitch hadn't told me (no surprise there). I said I didn't want to go, but my friend told me that Jason, the bitch's boyfriend, was hung like a horse--like 10 inches or more--and that the bitch liked to show him off in front of other women. My friend even hinted that I might get a chance to touch Jason's sausage. I agreed to come as I hadn't seen any genuinely giant penises in person.
Once we arrived, it was only a matter of time before the bitch asked her man to strip down so we could "behold his manliness" as she put it. Talk about horse cock!!! He really did have a big one. It may not have been 10 inches but it sure looked big and thick! Our conversation eventually got around to sex and Jason and the bitch intimated that it was impossible to make him come from a handjob. He needed a mouth or a pussy to spurt. Of course each one of us girls bet that we could make him come with our hands, so the bitch agreed to let us try. We took turns going into the closet with Jason. We were each given ten minutes to work his gherkin and try to make him shoot. I was last. My best friend had gone before me and she said that she thought his dick had numbed out so it would be almost impossible for me to make him come. The bitch made a snide comment about my hand skills not being that good on guys, anyway (I was open about my bisexuality). I took Jason into the closet, wrapped my hand around his penis (it barely fit all the way around) and began stroking him. I reached into my pocket with my other hand and produced a pen-knife, which I opened with my teeth. I then touched the blade up against Jason's scrotum. He gasped. I craned my neck and whispered that if he didn't come for me I would cut off his testicles. In a second, he shot his load. Hot jism spurt onto my T-shirt and jeans and I couldn't help but laugh. It had taken all of three minutes. We stepped out with cream dripping from his cock and major sperm stains on my shirt and jeans. All the women cheered and whistled except the bitch, who shot me the most evil look. I recently learned that she never managed to make Jason come with her hand. Perhaps that's part of why they broke up, but I haven't heard from Jason.
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