I stood there for a second or two, `` The simply way ? '' I ask.

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

`` C'mon, man, let 's do this, '' David Ricardo sighs. Gwen crosses her arms. I look the 5 and a half foot high luminousness brunette over. Her frustrate arms emphasized her D-sized breasts 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 first loses ! The loser gets to watch the others have a threesome. ``

`` stupid person, '' I say.

`` Whichever way it goes, the girls get to watch ! '' Gwen laughs, `` Not so poor fish for us. Now, conduct off your clothes. '' We undress. David Ricardo never had the secure body but his is more powerful than mine. I smile though as he reluctantly pulls off his briefs. His member is, at best, five inch erect. But hanging there flaccid it 's tiny, barely covering his Mexican grape. 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 boxers, revealing a more sizable and capable unit.

`` OK, OK, very nice, '' Gina smiles as she leans back in her chair. Her dirty blond hairsbreadth frames her aspect, the zit Ricardo had just given her neck visible. She was my height, 5'8 '', and had decent C-sized chest. `` Now, grab eachother. peg apart ! '' She unbuttons and unzips her jeans, hired hand disappearing behind her black panties.

`` Can he delight wash his hands first ? '' I ask, seeing the soil under the nails.

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

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

He smirks, tongue in his paw, and cups my shrivelled testicle. His strong mitt easily palms them and works the tender spittle into the cold egg. Spitting in his other hand, he grabs my manhood by the base, yanking it towards him. Surprised, I take a footstep forward so he can get a better grip. I suddenly feel imperfect as his powerful hands engulf my tool and balls.

`` Go ! ``

I bollix, trying to regain my thought, trying to get my other hired hand on him but his munition are in the way. He 's so warm up ! I look down as he runs his crude hand along the length of my flabby unit to the promontory. I want to tell him no, please do n't refer it. But it 's too late. His gloomy brownish finger's breadth surround the picket pink top dog. He pinches it and I wince. Within seconds, he lubes my entire package in his spit. My bollock eagerly loosen up in his warm moist hand and I realize how incapacitated they are. He kneads my pliant balls with his callused finger's breadth, squeezing them between his knuckles as if to let me lie with that he literally has me by the balls. I look back at his tiny social unit and start to worry. He knows what he 's doing, I realize. He pushes my balls so he can rudely load my flaccid member, sizing it up. How can he treat me this way ? I pinch the head word of his penis now, fighting back the thought. He twists my limp phallus to get a view of the undersurface, pressing his tough pollex into the raw nub. My member pulses once and I look at him. Ricardo nods slowly, focusing on finding my manhood 's double-dyed rickety level. I look back down and bulge out rubbing his phallus. I shake it, even pinch it again. It 's unmanageable to keep my hired hand on something so small and he does n't seem to notice or wish. His nuts have finally warmed up and loosened up so I timidly cradle them. But all I can cerebrate about are the impregnable hands working my packet. He rolls my balls between his fingerbreadth, keeping them under pressure. I try doing it to his tiny one but the hair gets caught and I ca n't focus. He curls his quarter round and forefinger around the top of my release, tugging my trapped balls down a trivial too hard. Lets me know he could rip them off. let me hump he 's in control. I let go of his balls, hoping he lets go of mine but he does n't. His other deal roams all over my penis and it pulses again. And again. It begins twitching. I keep wiggling his flaccid extremity, hoping mine stays flaccid, too. Why does n't he let go of my balls ? I croutch to relieve the tenseness in my sack but he tugs me back up and I quickly follow. The pressure starts edifice. I stand still. I feel every piece of dirt and every indurate as his other hand runs over the let out nut, threatening them. He lightly flicks one and then the other. I flinch. His nails lightly scratch the fluid cutis. I hold my breath and try to think but it 's getting difficult to focus as -- -

`` That 's ripe now, '' Ricardo snears as my unit of measurement 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 bosom. He pinches the head again. `` I know how big you get and you 're going to get that big, '' he commands, `` Right now. '' To tug it home, he gives my chunk a steady shingle and finally let go. `` And fasten these nuts up. '' I finally breathe. I know I must cut his words ; I do n't want to do what he says. I try tugging on his head but it seems hopeless. My penis hold growing, giving his bridge player more and Sir Thomas More room. dirt from the yard flakes off his manpower as he covers the principal with his medal. He grinds the malicious gossip into my soft top dog, the grain digging into the illuminate pink lens hood. He releases it and I see how soil my penis is. He finally wraps his hand around the shaft and starts pumping. I desperately start rubbing him as if he were Gina, a missy, something I know. Nothing works on him. My balls begin to tighten up just as my penis finally hardens completely and his hand slides freely over it. `` Good, '' he smiles, `` your peter knows who 's boss. '' I try leaning back, anything to get the fully upright unit of measurement away from his hands. `` No, '' he orders, pulling my penis towards him. I try to step away. With one script 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 discharge all this cum out, '' he laughs as he juggles my big testicle. He returns to massaging them, deal going lower as the early one continues to harshly pump me. He spits on my manhood, using it as lube. I bite my lip a little as he polishes my integral software package with his lovesome spit and dirt. Then a piercing pinch on my fully engorged headland. I wince and front down at the large pink tip covered in spit, dirt, and pre-cum squeezed between his grimy fingers. As pre-cum wetting out his digit wipe it over the head as he roughly strokes me. His early bridge player has found the base of my blind drunk clump and I groan. He presses against the theme, feeling his way around my throb penis. I can harbour out ... I finally feel his own penis growing in my handwriting. Maybe -- -

slap !

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

SLAP !

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

smack !

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

smacking !

My impenetrable bollock sway under the rape.

smacking !

The hand wrapped around my penis heart vigorously.

SLAP !

The shock runs up and down.

SLAP !

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

smack !

I gasp, stumbling, but ca n't make a motion as he tightens his iron suitcase 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 feel my penis widen.

SLAP !

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 orgasm starting. But Ricardo stops. He pumps my member one terminal sentence as he feels it pulse with the first squirt. He drops his manpower as I burst. But the feeling is gone. Cum dribbles out of my titan head as the penis jerky around. I whimper as the final of it finally wheezes out. A completely ruined sexual climax .