I stood there for a mo or two, `` The solitary way ? '' I ask.

`` Yes, '' Gwen nods, `` the entirely way you 'll get with me again. '' Gina grinning.

`` C'mon, man, let 's do this, '' Ricardo sigh. Gwen crosses her arms. I look the 5 and a half foot high light brunette over. Her crossed subdivision emphasized her D-sized titty even more. I was with Gina and Gwen was with Ricardo but it had never really mattered. Everyone knew I liked Gwen better -- and David Ricardo hated that. So he thought of something.

`` OK, what 's this again ? '' I throw up my hands

`` simple, '' Gina says, `` whoever cums start loses ! The loser gets to watch the others have a leash. ``

`` Stupid, '' I say.

`` Whichever way it goes, the girls get to look on ! '' Gwen laughs, `` Not so pudding head for us. Now, take off your clothes. '' We undress. Ricardo never had the outflank physical structure but his is more muscular than mine. I smile though as he reluctantly pulls off his briefs. His appendage is, at best, five inches erect. But hanging there flaccid it 's diminutive, barely covering his Mexican grapes. I never understood why he did n't knock off and I would never get why Gwen chose him over me. He does n't even look as I step out of my packer, revealing a more goodly and up to unit.

`` OK, OK, very nice, '' Gina smiles as she leans back in her chair. Her dirty blonde pilus frames her look, the zit Ricardo had just given her neck opening visible. She was my height, 5'8 '', and had decent C-sized bosom. `` Now, grab eachother. Legs apart ! '' She unbuttons and unzips her blue jean, hand disappearing behind her black panties.

`` Can he please lave his work force first ? '' I ask, seeing the stain under the nails.

`` No ! Your lily can do with some colouring material. Now move ! ''

David Ricardo steps over and I lean down for his package. I hesitate and reluctantly hold his penis. I do n't like it and it feels even smaller than it looks. I awkwardly cradle his darkness brown humanity, careful not to maltreat it. I look his hotdog over, gently rolling it around. Seems well used -- in fact, there 's a tiny scrape on the school principal ! If this is how he treats his OWN member ...

He smirks, spits in his manus, and cup my shrunken clump. His impregnable hand easily palms them and works the warm up spittle into the cold balls. Spitting in his other hand, he grabs my manhood by the base, yanking it towards him. Surprised, I take a footprint forward so he can get a better grip. I suddenly feel weak as his right hands engulf my peter and balls.

`` Go ! ``

I bodge, trying to regain my intellection, trying to get my other hand on him but his arms are in the way. He 's so warm up ! I look down as he runs his jolting hired man along the length of my flabby unit to the head. I want to secernate him no, please do n't touch it. But it 's too tardy. His dark brown fingers surround the pale pink head. He pinches it and I wince. Within seconds, he lubes my intact computer software in his spittle. My balls eagerly loosen up in his warm up moist bridge player and I realize how helpless they are. He kneads my ductile testis with his callused fingerbreadth, squeezing them between his metacarpophalangeal joint as if to let me know that he literally has me by the glob. I look back at his bantam building block and start to worry. He knows what he 's doing, I realize. He pushes my balls so he can rudely unfold my flaccid fellow member, sizing it up. How can he treat me this way ? I pinch the head of his member now, fighting back the thoughts. He twists my wilted member to get a horizon of the underside, pressing his tough thumb into the sensitive nub. My member pulses once and I look at him. Ricardo nods slowly, focusing on finding my manhood 's perfect weak points. I look back down and start rubbing his penis. I shake it, even pinch it again. It 's hard to prevent my hand on something so modest and he does n't look to notice or care. His junkie have finally warmed up and loosened up so I timidly cradle them. But all I can think about are the strong hands working my package. He rolls my balls between his fingers, keeping them under pressure. I try doing it to his tiny single but the hair gets caught and I ca n't focus. He curls his thumb and index finger around the top of my sackful, tugging my trapped balls down a little too hard. permit me hump he could rip them off. Lets me get it on he 's in mastery. I let go of his glob, hoping he lets go of mine but he does n't. His early manus roams all over my penis and it pulses again. And again. It begins twitching. I keep wiggling his flaccid extremity, hoping mine arrest flaccid, too. Why does n't he let go of my orchis ? I croutch to save the stress in my sack but he tugs me back up and I quickly follow. The pressure starts building. I stand still. I feel every spell of dirt and every pachydermatous as his other helping hand runs over the exposed balls, threatening them. He lightly flicks one and then the other. I flinch. His nails lightly scratch the liquid peel. I hold my breathing spell and try to recall but it 's getting hard to focus as -- -

`` That 's good now, '' David Ricardo snears as my whole starts to thicken. Gina groans with pleasure at the sight of my cock hardening to his proficient hands. I look over at her, rubbing herself. Then at Gwen and her large, swaying breasts. He pinches the headway again. `` I know how big you get and you 're going to get that big, '' he commands, `` Right now. '' To get it abode, he gives my balls a firm shake and finally lets go. `` And stiffen these nuts up. '' I finally breathe. I know I must ignore his Book ; I do n't want to do what he says. I try tugging on his head but it seems hopeless. My member support growing, giving his hand more and more room. dirt from the G flakes off his manus as he covers the header with his thenar. He grinds the dirt into my lenient head, the texture digging into the igniter pink hood. He releases it and I see how lousy my member is. He finally wraps his mitt around the shaft and starts pumping. I desperately start rubbing him as if he were Gina, a little girl, something I know. nix works on him. My balls begin to tighten just as my penis finally hardens completely and his bridge player coast freely over it. `` Good, '' he smiles, `` your peter knows who 's party boss. '' I try leaning back, anything to get the fully erect social unit away from his hands. `` No, '' he orders, pulling my penis towards him. I try to abuse away. With one hand firmly grasping my penis, he quickly slaps my balls. `` No, '' he demands. The pain spikes but instead of gasping, I moan. `` Now you 're going to abandon all this cum out, '' he laughs as he juggles my dense balls. He returns to massaging them, hand going lower as the former one continues to harshly pump me. He spits on my humanness, using it as lubricator. I bite my lip a little as he polishes my entire package with his quick tongue and dirt. Then a sharp tweak on my fully engorged read/write head. I wince and wait down at the large pink tip covered in spit, dirt, and pre-cum squeezed between his grimy fingerbreadth. As pre-cum escape out his finger wipe it over the top dog as he roughly strokes me. His other hand has found the al-Qa'ida of my tight Ball and I groan. He presses against the Base, feeling his way around my pounding extremity. I can take hold out ... I finally palpate his own penis growing in my hand. Maybe -- -

SLAP !

Ricardo never lets my member go as his hand slaps the underside of my balls.

smacking !

I instinctively spread my legs and jab my package out, letting him have more room to swing.

SLAP !

His baseball swing is stronger and I grunt as his fingertips again hit my most sensitive arena. What is he -- -

smack !

My heavy formal sway under the assault.

slap !

The hand wrapped around my penis pump vigorously.

slap !

The shock runs up and down.

smacking !

He 's hitting my testicle ! He 's hitting my testicle !

SLAP !

I gasp, stumbling, but ca n't locomote as he tightens his iron clench around my weak penis.

SLAP !

`` Cum for me ! '' he barks, `` Cum NOW ! ``

slap !

I groan loudly as I feel the build-up. I know he can finger my penis widen.

smack !

Gina begins cumming in the background to the pounding that my balls are taking.

SLAP !

My balls begin emptying. It 's too late.

slap !

`` No ! '' I yell as I feel the coming starting. But Ricardo stops. He pumps my penis one close time as he feels it pulse with the inaugural squirt. He drops his script as I burst. But the feeling is gone. Cum dribbles out of my jumbo forefront as the penis jerks around. I whimper as the last of it finally wheezes out. A completely ruined orgasm .