I stood there for a instant or two, `` The entirely way ? '' I ask.

`` Yes, '' Gwen nods, `` the only if way you 'll get with me again. '' Gina grins.

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

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

`` simpleton, '' Gina says, `` whoever cums initiatory loses ! The loser gets to watch the others have a threesome. ``

`` Stupid, '' I say.

`` Whichever way it goes, the female child get to watch ! '' Gwen laughs, `` Not so dazed for us. Now, take off your apparel. '' We undress. Ricardo never had the better soundbox but his is more muscular than mine. I smile though as he reluctantly pulls off his briefs. His member is, at best, five in erect. But hanging there flaccid it 's petite, barely covering his Mexican grapes. I never understood why he did n't shave and I would never get why Gwen chose him over me. He does n't even look as I step out of my pugilist, revealing a more sizable and capable unit.

`` OK, OK, very gracious, '' Gina smiles as she leans back in her chairman. Her dirty blonde hair frames her face, the hickey Ricardo had just given her neck visible. She was my height, 5'8 '', and had decent C-sized white meat. `` Now, grab eachother. peg apart ! '' She unbuttons and unzips her blue jean, mitt disappearing behind her black panties.

`` Can he please wash his paw first ? '' I ask, seeing the grease under the nails.

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

Ricardo steps over and I lean down for his package. I hesitate and reluctantly maintain his penis. I do n't like it and it feels even smaller than it looks. I awkwardly cradle his dark John Brown manhood, careful not to step it. I look his wiener over, gently rolling it around. Seems well used -- in fact, there 's a petite scar on the head ! If this is how he treats his OWN member ...

He smirks, spitting in his hired hand, and cups my shrunken glob. His strong hand easily palms them and works the warm saliva into the cold chunk. Spitting in his other deal, he grabs my manhood by the base, yanking it towards him. Surprised, I take a step forward so he can get a better grip. I suddenly feel weak as his powerful mitt engulf my cock and balls.

`` Go ! ``

I fluff, trying to find my idea, trying to get my other hired man on him but his coat of arms are in the way. He 's so strong ! I look down as he runs his rough hired man along the duration of my flabby unit to the brain. I want to tell him no, delight do n't advert it. But it 's too tardily. His dark chocolate-brown fingers surround the pale pink head. He pinches it and I wince. Within seconds, he lubes my entire package in his spit. My globe eagerly loosen up in his warm moist hand and I realize how helpless they are. He kneads my pliant balls with his callused finger, squeezing them between his brass knuckles as if to let me know that he literally has me by the balls. I look back at his tiny whole and originate to worry. He knows what he 's doing, I realize. He pushes my testicle so he can rudely load my soft member, sizing it up. How can he treat me this way ? I pinch the headspring of his penis now, fighting back the view. He twists my hitch penis to get a view of the underside, pressing his ruffianly pollex into the sensitive nub. My member pulses once and I look at him. Ricardo nods slowly, focusing on finding my manhood 's gross weak points. I look back down and start up rubbing his penis. I shake it, even pinch it again. It 's difficult to keep my hand on something so modest and he does n't seem to notice or care. His nuts have finally warmed up and loosened up so I timidly cradle them. But all I can cerebrate about are the strong hands working my package. He rolls my musket ball between his fingerbreadth, keeping them under pressing. I try doing it to his tiny 1 but the hair gets caught and I ca n't centre. He curls his ovolo and index around the top of my carrier bag, tugging my trapped balls down a trivial too hard. let me know he could rip them off. Lets me have it off he 's in restraint. I let go of his balls, hoping he lets go of mine but he does n't. His other manus roams all over my penis and it pulses again. And again. It begins twitching. I keep wiggling his flaccid member, hoping mine stays flaccid, too. Why does n't he let go of my balls ? I croutch to relieve the tension in my sac but he tugs me back up and I quickly follow. The press starts building. I stand still. I feel every piece of dirt and every callous as his other hand runs over the discover bollock, threatening them. He lightly flicks one and then the other. I flinch. His nails lightly scratch the smooth skin. I hold my hint and try to think but it 's getting difficult to digest as -- -

`` That 's better now, '' Ricardo snears as my unit starts to thicken. Gina groans with pleasure at the sight of my cock hardening to his expert hands. I look over at her, rubbing herself. Then at Gwen and her large, swaying breasts. He pinches the head again. `` I know how big you get and you 're going to get that big, '' he commands, `` Right now. '' To drive it home, he gives my clod a firm handshaking and finally net ball go. `` And constrain these nuts up. '' I finally breathe. I know I must ignore his words ; I do n't want to do what he says. I try tugging on his head but it seems hopeless. My phallus keeps growing, giving his manus more and Sir Thomas More room. Dirt from the yard flakes off his deal as he covers the head with his palm. He grinds the dirt into my subdued header, the cereal digging into the light pink hood. He releases it and I see how soiled my member is. He finally wraps his hand around the shaft and starts pumping. I desperately start rubbing him as if he were Gina, a girl, something I know. Nothing works on him. My balls set about to tighten just as my penis finally hardens completely and his mitt slides freely over it. `` Good, '' he smiles, `` your dick knows who 's boss. '' I try leaning back, anything to get the fully erect unit away from his bridge player. `` No, '' he purchase order, pulling my penis towards him. I try to pace 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 evacuate all this cum out, '' he laughs as he juggles my laborious balls. He returns to massaging them, hand going low-pitched as the former one continues to harshly pump me. He spits on my manhood, using it as lubricator. I bite my lip a little as he polishes my entire parcel with his warm spit and grime. Then a sharp pinch on my fully engorged head. I flinch and look down at the large pink tip covered in spittle, dirt, and pre-cum squeezed between his grimy digit. As pre-cum leaks out his digit wipe it over the head as he roughly strokes me. His early helping hand has found the base of my squiffy chunk and I groan. He presses against the Base, feeling his way around my throbbing extremity. I can hold out ... I finally feel his own penis growing in my hand. Maybe -- -

smack !

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

SLAP !

I instinctively spread my ramification and drive my package out, letting him have more way to swing.

SLAP !

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

SLAP !

My heavy nut sway under the assault.

smack !

The hand wrapped around my penis pumps vigorously.

smacking !

The shock absorber runs up and down.

SLAP !

He 's hitting my clump ! He 's hitting my balls !

smacking !

I gasp, stumbling, but ca n't move as he tightens his smoothing iron hairgrip around my weak penis.

SLAP !

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

smack !

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

smack !

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

smacking !

My balls commence emptying. It 's too late.

slap !

`` No ! '' I yell as I feel the sexual climax starting. But David Ricardo stops. He pumps my phallus one last sentence as he feels it pulse with the first off squirt. He drops his hands as I burst. But the tone is gone. Cum dribbles out of my goliath head as the penis saccade around. I whimper as the last of it finally wheezes out. A completely ruined climax .