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Page 111: Afterwards, they'll lie back on his purple satin sheets and she'll fondle his huge prick and wonder why on earth she tried to make it with the liquor store clerk when, any time she wanted, she could have this. The guy will shrug and say, "Beats me, baby. Everybody know honkies got small dicks." |
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Page 13: Behind the well, I saw my grandfather; he was bathing naked, dumping buckets of water over his head. When all of a sudden my grandfather turned, I realized how huge his testicles were: I had never seen anything like it. He had a prominent penis but his testicles were exceptionally large and hairy. I went back home without the water; the sight of my naked grandfather had disturbed me. For a long time afterward, I watched over my mother; in my imagination I saw her being possessed by him, and him raping her with his big penis and huge testicles...Later I found out that my grandfather had a hernia. Page 80-81: Page 81: Page 113: |
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Page 58-59 For some reason, I had to look at his feet. I glanced down, and he had on the biggest-ass pair of Nikes I'd ever seen. Brina and the other gurls used to always talk about how a boy's feet were directly related to penis size. I had never bought into that, since penis size was never a fascination for me--that is, until the day I prayed like all hell Jason would turn around in the gym shower. On my way back up to look at his face again, I made a pit stop at the crotch of his jeans. My eyes ballooned when I spotted it behind the denim fabric. Not only was it big, much bigger than it had been a couple years before when we used to grind up against each other, but he either had a coconut in his pocket or he was damn glad to see me. |
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Page 168-169: He wheeled about to see that Feral, having dropped his loincloth, was standing by the bed, grinning insanely, and sporting a monstrous erection--thrusting straight out, throbbing up and down like a metronome... Tony, who had been writing on the other side of the set, joined them at the bed, walking past Feral as he did, and glancing back at him briefly. "Wow, that's some whacker that guy's got on him, isn't it?!? Jesus Christ, a girl could choke to death on a piece of that, couldn't she, Ange?" |
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Page 215: His phallus was long, slender, and slippery, and as curved as a Phoenecian eyebrow. Aroused, it stood politely on end; but bowed backward so that its head, as smooth and purple as an eggplant, almost touched his belly. |
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Page 68: They were smiling and they were relaxed. Like so many boys on broomstick horses, they rode their steeds mightily, as if to say to the world, "Isn't my pony resplendent?" The sheer glory of it was really quite awesome. A penis-fest among penis appreciators...It was hard to take your eyes off the last guy. He was truly astonishing. Fourteen inches long if he was an inch. It was like a long sausage at the deli counter, enough to feed twenty. It was really mesmerizing. Like the three-hundred-pound pumpkins at Halloween you pass and think to yourself, How is that possible? Even Burt was completely taken aback by this. "Ouch," was all he could say. |
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Page 161-162: Anniston Bennet had a huge uncircumcised penis. It was the biggest one I had ever seen on a human male. It just hung down flaccid and heavy between his thighs. "I was thinking about our talk," he said, seemingly unconscious of his nakedness or endowment. "I don't usually think about things much. Usually there's too much to get done. I've lived a pretty active life, you know. But you had me thinking last night. And to answer your question --" "What question?" "About killing --" "I have to go, Mr. Bennet," I said. I put down the fried eggs and heated potato patties and pushed them under the door to his cage. He wasn't a powerfully built man, small except for that big dick. |
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Page 11-12: One corner of his mouth was always inclined toward the slightest of smiles, one hand was always at his crotch: checking, shifting, squeezing a little life into its roots. Gianluca's penis was commonly referred to as Il Baston, and everyone on Riva di Pignoli was familiar with its astonishing length. The men had seen it in summer when they went swimming in the cove behind Giuseppe Navo's boat -- from the time he was twelve Gianluca had cowed them, from youngest to oldest, into a long, admiring line behind him. The women had seen it by candlelight in the tight quarters of his tiny room; none of them would admit to having been with him, but each communicated an embarrassed warmth when she passed him in the street. Most nights, however, Gianluca brought women from the other islands to his room. It was suggested by more than a few of his former conquests that, more than anything else, he enjoyed the fresh look of awe on their faces as they watched him disrobe. |
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Page 215: She liked Hannie, liked his devotion to her, his boyish enthusiasm for sex. Liked above all his outsized phallus, which, as she'd measured it from base to slit with a seamstress' tape, stood at very nearly nine inches in its enpurpled readiest state. It was her bad luck that the boy owned no discipline whatsoever. Within seconds of entering her he would be pumping wildly and ejaculating like a firehose. He had wonderful times. She--despite that supremely thrilling moment when he entered her with that elephantine thing--would be left in a tight tangle of frustration. |
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Page 36: "Oooh," says she, "what a prodigious Engine he hath, despite his small Stature,"... Page 37: As for their Masculine Engines, 'twas hard to tell beneath their long Coats, but Mr. Pope's seem'd a tiny piddling Thing, not deform'd, but Toy-like, whilst Lord Bellars appear'd most mightily well equipp'd.... Page 39: ...Tis true there are vast Diff'rences betwixt Men in regard to their am'rous Equipage (which is why Men always wish to be reassur'd to the contrary)... ...Some Men have stiff staring Truncheons, red-topp'd, rooted into Thickets of Curls which resemble the jungl'd Shores of the Indies; some have pitiful crooked Members, pale and white as unbak'd Bread; some men have strange brownish Mushrooms upon bent Stalks; and some have tiny pinkish Things, more like budding Roses than Pricks. |
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Page 187: His cock was short but very thick, with a tip the
size of a tangerine; it was like being hit in the twat with a fist.
When it was all the way in I felt very full and not at all big. |
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