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enough force to knock a cowboy off his
horse.
    His hips bucked like a bronco, followed by so
many musket shots that he should have named his penis the
Winchester. She continued to plow his field, eager to unearth every
last seed. And she still didn’t use her hand! The only other woman
who ever licked his stamp barely got the head in her mouth while
jerking him fast with both hands -- yes, damn it, he was that
big!
    Splashes of white cum spotted her face, so
her tongue left the barn to corral them. He looked at her like a
lizard who spent too much time in the sun. He knew his tongue
couldn’t do the aerobatics that hers performed so easily, as she
licked up one spot of jism after another on her face. Finally, she
resorted to fingers to brush it off. When she sucked his juice off
her fingers, he fainted as manly as he could. “I’ve finally found
the perfect sauce for my chicken,” she declared.
    She studied him, tall, hard, and naked. They
say the bigger the feet, the larger the penis, but if anything, his
feet looked small compared to the ax he swung between his legs.
    He slid between her legs and she grabbed his
staff like Moses and parted the Pink Sea. Every inch seemed to
animate her. He couldn’t seem to get the right angle due to his
height, so he pinned her legs against her body and thrust the rest
of it in. She howled in joy.
    As she began to wail again, clearly building
up to another scream, he distracted himself with math: 2, 4, 8, 16,
oh please don’t let me cum before her, 32, 64, 128, oh but it feels
so good, 256, 512, lordy I’m getting there fast.
    What is this man made of? He is harder than
his ax. If all men were like this, they could cure the world of
bitchiness.
    The orgasm ambushed her. Like falling in a
cold lake, she plunged deep, feeling every tingle and shiver. Her
muscles lost all tension and her limbs flailed like a chicken with
its head cut off. She heard screaming, but didn’t recognize the
voice as her own.
    She looked at him like a god. If he could
sell this, he would make millions. Oh, she detested slavery, yet at
the same time she wanted to shackle him to her.
    Abe had no idea women wanted sex as much as
men. A man has to sow his oats before the season ends. He never
knew that women would permit a man to kiss them “down there,” much
less demand it.
    The invisible force that washed over her body
and muddled her mind took her by surprise. Her scream pierced the
sky and parted the clouds. The earth shook and the heavens
exploded.
    He parted her legs and she resolved to spend
the rest of her life like that, her legs in the shape of a “V” and
the man of her dreams between them.
    Something huge pushed against her virgina and
her eyes blew up to twice their normal size. Then it slipped in and
surpassed everything she had just experienced. In and out, in and
out, and soon she felt another orgasm coming.
    He reached up to tweak a nipple and that was
the straw that made the camel cum. She exploded, not caring who
heard. “That was just my finger. And I only gave you one.” She
looked like a cow about to be tipped over. “Next I’m gonna give you
my tongue.”
    He tracked her breathing and the expression
on her face, but ignored her grunting and groaning like a pig. That
made him smile too much to concentrate on the deep dicking.
    She recognized that she now had to fuck
Abraham Lincoln every fucking day, or she would go crazy. It seemed
easier to deny herself air than his massive cock.
    Abe buried his entire sword to the hilt,
before pulling back. Again he thrust, penetrating her deeper than
she ever imagined possible. Ann looked at him in awe. It touched
her so deep inside that she feared it would pop out of her throat.
Other men could not be like her Abe, or else their women would not
be such bitches.
    This orgasm ambushed her like a clever
Indian. She once fell from a tree and didn’t land as hard as she
did now. She lost use of her legs, so they shook on their own. She
had brought