5". Not this guy. My god. Almost literally. He walks out, standing about 6'5" and muscled all over. His ebony skin is intoxicating to my eyes. But his...cock. My lord. I made them measure it. 11.75" He dwarfed all these guys in every way. At this point, my legs are rubbing together because I'm uncomfortably wet. "Ok guys, how do you want to do this?" They all move as one, I'm surrounded. I'm not a tall girl, so they are all towering over me. Breathing hard. I tentatively reach out, rubbing. I know why I acted like I did; I didn't know any better. But sir, it is clear now that you know better. Why didn't you take me in hand earlier? Why did we waste all that time?" Becky," I started. I stopped, not knowing what to say. Then I started again. "Becky, I didn't take you in hand, you did. If you recall, I just said I needed something different. My whole life I've been the doormat. First I was too young to know any better, and then I was too used to it. I was always the nice guy, and I. I lay in the coffin all day, tears streaming down my face until I was too exhausted to cry. She woke me the next evening and kissed me gently. I was still very delicate, but she showed me what I could do now that I had been ‘freed’ from my confines of life. She removed my clothes and made love to me on a dais above her coffin under an open skylight directly under the full moon. I danced with her, partially out of fear. I had already paid the devil’s price for my curiosity. What followed in her. She would just idly masturbate me with one hand as she stirred food or cooking with the other. Her heart wasn’t in it other than teasing. And without her influence I was surprised at how seldom my penis went erect. It seemed prompt-less with a switch in life entirely from recent parochial school graduation, my virgin life steeped in religion, flipped one hundred and eighty degrees to fucking for wages, the full time naked livestock totally, crazily needing to fuck something.The sisters had.