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"Yes — Beer Can!," Ashley told Gretchen, as Miranda listened in from miles away, but on the same line. "Robert's huge black cock is 12 and three-quarter inches long, and as big around as a can of beer." Ashley knew the ebony beauty would be the perfect cock for their special project. Not that it would be the only cock — there would be many, all black, all large, all beautiful, but none quite as exquisite as Robert's. His, all agree, is indeed the cock to die for! That two white guys would gladly slice, dice and devour their own cocks to get in line for Robert's did not surprise Ashley or Gretchen. And it particularly did not surprise Miranda listening in, because "she" was one of the guys begging to slice, dice and devour theirs to get to the almighty His. Even — and maybe even especially — when Ashley and Gretchen insisted that death be a pre-requisite (actually, post-requisite, immediate), the determination that Miranda and Steven shared remained firm and frenzied. Life was more than a fair trade. Suck that wonderful cock. Worship that wonderful cock. After getting that beauty to climax on one's tonsils, what more did one have to live for anyway? Everything else would just be an anti-climax. The extreme dream would at last be real. Death in exchange for the most delightful dark cock — the deal was sealed. Miranda's fate was sealed. Steven's fate was sealed. And they were both eagerly smacking their cock-sucking lips to get 12 inches down and six feet deep. The site was www.extremefetish where Miranda found Gretchen a few weeks earlier. After hanging around eunuch.org for six months, she (he or whatever) needed someone to get the ball rolling, to get her (his or whatever) balls rolling. Anyone who hangs out with such nice eunuchs soon wants less hanging out on them. And, after reading the archived accounts, most choose to de-hang as exotically as possible. Everything that once seemed most impossible now seemed most probable to Miranda who had to lose those male genitals, even if life had to be lost to lose them. Maybe, like I said, especially if life had to be lost to lose them. End of Part I. Classy Bitch now has She should finish She usually does, "Two-Girl Call..." "Ebony Beauty..." If you like,
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