“Nope. That’s a hell of an arched back not to snap their cock.”
“How about…” I began, and then shook my head. “No, that wouldn’t work.”
“What wouldn’t?” Vortex asked, approaching with Joe.
“I’m trying to figure out how I can suck your toes while you slide it in.”
Vortex’s eyes bugged out. “What?”
“The back entrance?” Nanci mused.
Now Inglorious looked interested, and I giggled.
“No, that would still break their cock,” I decided.
Joe and Vortex covered their cocks.
“What the fuck is wrong with you people?” Joe wailed.
“Why are you trying to figure this shit out?” Vortex demanded.
“Chill said the rhyme, and Nanci and I want to know if it’s possible,” I replied.
“This is worse than the porn fest!” Joe bellowed.
“Who’s making porn?” King asked, looking confused as he approached.
“There are no porn films!” Inglorious roared, and I began giggling.
“If you ban porn from the clubhouse, we’ve got issues!” Hercules stated.
“How would it work with the size of your cock?” I asked Vortex.
Nanci turned to me and then eyes Vortex’s groin. He covered it again and moved out of Inglorious’s reach as he became murderous.
“You don’t stare at my VP’s cock!” he growled at Nanci.
“Dude, that thing needs a fuckin’ warning sign hanging on it,” Nanci retorted.
Vortex backed away as his brothers spun toward him.
“How big are you?” Hercules demanded.
“I’m not answering that!” Vortex spat.
“Brother, I’ve got nine inches. No way are you beating that,” Hercules boasted.
“Ten at least, maybe eleven,” Nanci replied.
“Shut the fuck up!” Joe howled, and I grinned.
Oh, this was such fun.
“I have to have a bath after sex so I can walk again,” I said, and Vortex eyed me balefully.
“I’m cutting you off,” he threatened.
“No fuckin’ way is he larger than me!” Hercules denied.
