Nicole loved cock, there was no doubt about that. But couldn’t she afford to be a little more discriminating now that possibly half the world were living dildos? Every guy in school had been reduced to just the best parts of him, she didn’t need to scoop up the first ones she saw.
Jeremy would stay right where he was of course, trapped inside of her and marinating happily in her juices with her thong keeping him in place securely. He was as happy as a cock could be, at least for now.
Slipping out of art class into the halls she first stopped by a trash can, opened her purse up, and plucked out the first cock.
The one she’d found in the wet plaster, now both floppy and yet stiff as it dried (and had sadly stained the inside of her purse along with the one after it). It was really nothing special at all. Maybe five inches max, pale from lack of sun, loosely circumcised, and with a freckle on the tip. Hadn’t she taken this guy’s virginity? Who knows. Not worth cleaning up, let alone taking.
“Sorry,.” she said to it and flung it into the trash.
The second one, the big one covered in paint like a modern art sculpture. He’d been gifted with a good eight inches and was as big around as her wrist. Tightly cut, tanned, acorn shaped head, balls that were maybe a bit on the smallish side but still good and heavy.
“Eh, you can stay for now.” she said and plopped him back in and fished out the other.
This one must have looked better when she first picked him up but not now. Kinda shrimpy, thin, and with a long foreskin. Perhaps asian judging from its dark tone. Three strikes against it even before she realized that the glaze coating it was from where it’d apparently gotten too excited rubbing against its former classmates and spent himself, creaming the inside of her purse.
She unceremoniously threw it in the trash alongside the other and then began thinking of where there might be large concentrations of boys or, rather, cocks....