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Mr Hernandez

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When I was about 14 I used to hang with a bunch of girls who were all as horny as I was; all we talked about were dicks, butts; abs and who had the biggest, tightest and hardest. Of course most of it was in our imaginations as none of us had actually seen a naked penis, but we crotch and ass-watched constantly.

We even developed a 'scale' of penis size based on what we could guess from constantly examining the crotches of every boy and man in town. Big ones were 'long' then there was 'lo-o-ng' 'lo-o-o-ng' and finally the legendary 'lo-o-o-o-ng'. This final category had only one member: Mr Hernandez.

He was an extremely hot guy in his early thirties that some of the girls had babysat for (or rather, for his wife). There always seemed to be something monstrous lurking behind his sweats or shorts, and I wasn't the only one to beat my little kitty senseless trying to imagine what it looked like.

One day my ever horny and every imaginitive friend Karen came up with a master plan. He and his wife had been invited to a barbecue by her parents the following Sunday, and all we had to do was.....

Next Sunday, all four of us turned up waiting for the glorious Mr H to appear. After drinking in his hotness for a few minutes we moved in...with refills. Karen's plan was to keep him topped up with soda all afternoon till he had to go to the bathroom, where two of us would be in place behind locked doors (up and downstairs bathrooms) denying him access.

We watched him fidget, and dance around, then try the bathrooms again. 'Sorry! This ones busy!'. Eventually, as we'd hoped, he spotted the shed, or rather the back of the shed, completely hidden from the rest of the garden. Karen, from behind the bushes, was poised with her video phone to record a few seconds of film that would give us all a lot of pleasure over the next couple of years. Mr H hauling out the huge slab of meat, letting fly with a load roar, waggling it as he watered the ground, the thing stiffening a little in his hand as he shook the drops......

I think I actually fainted the first time I saw it, and must have blown enough pussy juice over my hand that summer while watching it on my own phone to fill a bathtub!



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