As I stared at it he asked if I wanted to touch it. I said yes and reached for it but King said no that it was his turn. I didn't want to piss King of... so I started to unbutton his shirt. He was huge, probably 6'5" and 250 lbs. I was fascinated by his massive chest. With his shirt on the floor I started to remove his pants. As it slid down more and more of his dick appeared. The only dick I had seen to compare to it was on a great dane that was breeding a bitch at the clinic. I just stood and. You've seen their smiles. Now you know why.Now, don't think I hate women. On the contrary. I love women.I know that I said my experiences were limited, but what does 'Not A Lot' really mean. Counting the girl a month ago, yeah I'm in another dry spell, she made the twenty-seventh notch on my bedpost.Get REAL. No I don't take out my Bowie Knife and whack something off of my bedpost. Too messy. But I do keep a mental list. Hey, I'm a guy and guys DO keep track. Well sort of.As I sit writing this,. She did not want to have sex but then what these two did to her was sending her into a heavenly ecstasy. The guy with the blonde hair finally broke away from the kiss and slid down kissing her cheeks, her neck and resting on her shoulders, kissing her and sucking her. Becky tried to push him off her."Stop! Oh, Please Stop!" Becky moaned softly."Please don’t do this," she pleaded.The pleading fell on deaf ears though. The guys were beyond this. "What's your name, beautiful," asked the blond guy. Now her dad told Cody to continue practicing while he went into the other room for a moment. When their dad left, Cody's swings became just a little bit gentler, but Liz hissed at him. "Harder!" She knew if Cody audibly softened his blows, their dad would only come back to make it worse. And Cody did in fact now resume torturing his sister as effectively as he knew how.Their dad returned with lotion in hand. "Alright Cody, the upshot of all this is, I had better never catch you masturbating.