P***s Envy Be careful what you ask for! 'Hey, dear!' I called as I walked into my home, one Friday afternoon, 'Remember how you liked to watch the porn films I brought home, especially the ones showing white girls being f**ked by big, long black c**ks?' 'Yes, I do.' she answered, 'Do you have some new ones?' 'No!' I told her, 'But I did tell you that my company would be entertaining a representative from Africa and trying to sell him on the idea of opening a new plant overseas. Well, I took the guy to the golf club today. He has a four handicap, but what I just have to tell you is that I saw him in the showeres after the game, and he has a c**k that almost reaches his knees, more than 14 inches, and that is when it's soft! He saw me staring and asked if I were alright.' I told him, 'Your c**k is so much longer than mine! I wish I had beem born with a c**k like yours!' Then he told me that he hadn't been born with a large c**k, but his people knew the secret of making c**ks longer. Of course I asked what it was.

He told me, 'When I was barely three year old, my parents tied a vine around my c**k, and at the other end of the vine, they tied a rock. And every full moon for the next ten years they replaced the rock with a larger, heavier one, until my c**k was as you see it now.

' I told my wife, 'You know I have to leave for a six week inspection tour of the West coast facilities. Well, I stopped by the hardware store and bought some twine and seven half-pound weights.

I'm going to try them out on my trips so you can enjoy getting f**ked by a big long c**k when I return. Sound good, Dear?' She exclaimed, 'That sounds great, David!. I've always wanted to feel your c**k hitting the bottom of my p***y and soon you will be able to do it!' I fastened two of the weights to my c**k before my wife drove me to the airport on Monday. As she kissed me goodbye, I told her the weights were uncomfortable, but that I wanted her to feel the c**k she deserved. We parted in an eager and expectant mood.

I usually called her evry other day on trips like this, and when I called on Wednesday, she asked, 'Is it working? Is your c**k getting longer?' I told her I didn't think it was any longer and that I had added another weight to try to get results sooner. 'Oh! I hope it works, Dear!' you know I want to feel you stretching my hot p***y around a long c**k!' 'I know, ' I answered, 'I may add another weight if it doesnt start growing longer by tomorrow.

' I called her again on Friday, and as soon as I heard her voice, I quickly said, 'I think the weights are starting to work, Dear!' 'Oh! Good!' she said, 'How long is it now?' I had to tell her, 'I don't think it's any longer. But! It's turning black!' LickerOfC**ts Nov.

23, 2005