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now against the couch.”
    “You think you’re up to a second round so soon?” Merci asked him. “You did just—oh my God!”
    She couldn’t believe her eyes. What had happened to that massive cock?
    Chris sat up. “What’s wrong?”
    “Your dick!” Merci said. “I didn’t believe her! What happened to it?”
    “What do you mean what happened? I came—I lost my erection.”
    Merci touched the little thing tentatively with the tips of her fingers. It was completely limp and while still fairly thick, no longer than her forefinger. “But it’s so small!”
    Chris laughed, completely unconcerned by the accusation. “There’s an easy solution to that problem,” he said. “Why don’t you slip out of that dress and suck me back to life again?”
    “But... it was so big!” Merci said. “I mean like nine or ten inches. How could that little thing swell up like that?”
    Chris shrugged. “Don’t tell me mine is the first cock you’ve seen.”
    Merci looked him in the eye. “I was not a virgin tonight,” she said, “but this is my first white dick.”
    “And black cocks don’t shrink when they go limp?”
    Merci shook her head. “Not like this, they don’t. If I hadn’t just seen it—just felt it—I would never believe it.”
    Chris laughed again. “Well don’t rely on your memory. Make me hard again.”
    Merci folded her fingers around Chris’ penis—flaccid it fit into her hand. She leaned over to lick it.
    “Wait a minute! You still have that dress on.”
    Merci ignored him, flicking out her tongue to taste the soft flesh in her hand. It truly seemed impossible that it had shrunk to this extent.
    She licked him long and slow, letting the flat of her tongue slather the head in saliva until Chris sighed and sank back down on the floor.
    That was more like it—she wanted to be the one pulling the strings for a while. She pulled on the limp flesh and kissed the base of the cock, sucking the soft skin into her mouth hard enough to leave a mark.
    “What did you mean when you said she was right?” Chris asked.
    Ice gripped Mercy’s chest and she stopped sucking on Chris for a moment before she recovered her senses enough to pretend not to understand. “Hmmmm?”
    “You said something like: I didn’t believe her,” Chris said.
    Merci licked her way to the top of Chris’ shaft, noting that it was longer now than when she first took hold of it. “Do you want to talk or to fuck?”
    Her words egged on his erection and she took him fully into her mouth to encourage him, sucking lightly on the growing flesh. With her right hand, she cupped his balls and began to play with them. With the left, she toyed with his inner thigh, using her fingernails to lightly explore his erogenous zones. Her actions triggered an immediate response as Chris’ cock quickly swelled to the size of most of the erections she was familiar with. Fortunately, he didn’t stop there. His penis continued to engorge, pushing Merci’s mouth away from his groin as the shaft lengthened beneath her.
    “Oh, that’s nice,” Chris murmured.
    Merci switched her hands around, lifting her right to his shaft where she began to pump his length beneath her lips. With her left she cupped his balls, feeling their weight in her hand as she rhythmically squeezed them.
    Chris continued to swell, his erection filling her mouth until he was really too big to contain. She worried about gagging and sliding the rim of that huge head out past her teeth, but it wasn’t until Chris began to pump up into her mouth that she actually gave up on blowing him.
    “Easy there,” she said, “you’re too damn big to fuck me that way.”
    Chris scooped her into his arms and pulled her back down on the floor beside him. “Well let’s be a little more traditional then,” he suggested. His cock pressed against her belly, as his lips found her cheek, her jaw, her throat. His hands began to roam, avoiding her breasts to search out the zipper behind her and