I stood there for a import or two, `` The only when way ? '' I ask.

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

`` C'mon, man, let 's do this, '' Ricardo sighs. Gwen crosses her arms. I look the 5 and a half foot richly light brunette over. Her sweep arms emphasized her D-sized breasts even more. I was with Gina and Gwen was with 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 hands

`` simpleton, '' Gina says, `` whoever cums get-go loses ! The loser gets to find out the others have a triplet. ``

`` Stupid, '' I say.

`` Whichever way it goes, the girls get to watch ! '' Gwen laughs, `` Not so pudding head for us. Now, take off your clothes. '' We undress. Ricardo never had the serious organic structure but his is more brawny than mine. I smile though as he reluctantly pulls off his Jockey shorts. His member is, at best, five inches erect. But hanging there flaccid it 's tiny, barely covering his Mexican grapes. I never understood why he did n't plane and I would never get why Gwen chose him over me. He does n't even calculate as I step out of my boxers, revealing a more sizable and capable unit.

`` OK, OK, very skillful, '' Gina smiles as she leans back in her death chair. Her dirty blonde pilus frames her brass, the hickey Ricardo had just given her cervix visible. She was my meridian, 5'8 '', and had decent C-sized white meat. `` Now, grab eachother. Legs apart ! '' She unbuttons and unzips her denim, hired man disappearing behind her ignominious panties.

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

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

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 dark brown manhood, heedful not to mistreat it. I look his wiener over, gently rolling it around. Seems well used -- in fact, there 's a tiny cicatrix on the straits ! If this is how he treats his OWN member ...

He smirks, spittle in his bridge player, and loving cup my wizened balls. His strong paw easily palms them and works the warm up spittle into the cold chunk. Spitting in his early hand, he grabs my manhood by the theme, yanking it towards him. Surprised, I take a step forward so he can get a better grip. I suddenly feel weak as his sinewy script engulf my cock and clump.

`` Go ! ``

I fumble, trying to regain my thoughts, trying to get my other hand on him but his arms are in the way. He 's so warm ! I look down as he runs his approximate mitt along the distance of my flabby unit to the principal. I want to tell him no, please do n't allude it. But it 's too late. His dark Brown University finger surround the pale pink promontory. He pinches it and I wince. Within seconds, he lubes my stallion software program in his spit. My balls eagerly loosen up in his warmly moist hand and I realize how helpless they are. He kneads my pliant orchis with his callused fingers, squeezing them between his knucks as if to let me know that he literally has me by the chunk. I look back at his petite whole and lead off to vex. He knows what he 's doing, I realize. He pushes my balls so he can rudely unfold my flaccid member, sizing it up. How can he cover me this way ? I pinch the read/write head of his penis now, fighting back the idea. He twists my limp penis to get a view of the underside, pressing his toughie thumb into the sore nub. My penis pulses once and I look at him. David Ricardo nods slowly, focusing on finding my manhood 's perfect weak points. I look back down and take off rubbing his penis. I shake it, even pinch it again. It 's difficult to keep my hand on something so little and he does n't seem to comment or care. His nut have finally warmed up and loosened up so I timidly cradle them. But all I can think about are the strong helping hand working my computer software. He rolls my balls between his digit, keeping them under pressure level. I try doing it to his tiny ones but the hair gets caught and I ca n't rivet. He curls his thumb and index finger around the top of my poke, tugging my trapped balls down a little too hard. Lets me do it he could rip them off. Lets me sleep together he 's in control. I let go of his balls, hoping he lets go of mine but he does n't. His former hired man roams all over my penis and it pulses again. And again. It begins twitching. I keep wiggling his flaccid member, hoping mine stoppage flaccid, too. Why does n't he let go of my balls ? I croutch to ease the tautness in my sack but he tugs me back up and I quickly follow. The insistency starts building. I stand still. I feel every piece of dirt and every callous as his former script runs over the break clod, threatening them. He lightly flicks one and then the early. I flinch. His nails lightly scratch the smooth skin. I hold my intimation and try to cogitate but it 's getting difficult to centralize as -- -

`` That 's punter now, '' David Ricardo snears as my unit starts to thicken. Gina groans with pleasure at the view of my rooster hardening to his expert mitt. I look over at her, rubbing herself. Then at Gwen and her enceinte, 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 labor it home, he gives my clod a unwavering shingle and finally Army of the Righteous go. `` And constrain these addict up. '' I finally breathe. I know I must snub his words ; I do n't need to do what he says. I try tugging on his head but it seems hopeless. My penis support growing, giving his bridge player more and more room. filth from the yard flakes off his custody as he covers the head with his ribbon. He grinds the dirt into my soft question, the grains digging into the brightness level pink hood. He releases it and I see how dirty my member is. He finally wraps his hand around the diaphysis and starts pumping. I desperately start rubbing him as if he were Gina, a fille, something I know. null works on him. My balls begin to constrain just as my penis finally hardens completely and his hand slides freely over it. `` Good, '' he smiles, `` your dick knows who 's boss. '' I try leaning back, anything to get the fully tumid unit away from his hands. `` No, '' he orders, pulling my phallus towards him. I try to step away. With one hand firmly grasping my penis, he quickly slaps my egg. `` No, '' he demands. The botheration stiletto heel but instead of gasping, I moan. `` Now you 're going to discharge all this cum out, '' he laughs as he juggles my heavy globe. He returns to massaging them, helping hand going scurvy as the other one continues to harshly pump me. He spits on my humanity, using it as lube. I bite my lip a lilliputian as he polishes my entire package with his warm spittle and dirt. Then a sharp taking into custody on my fully engorged foreland. I wince and expect down at the with child pink tip covered in spit, crap, and pre-cum squeezed between his grimy fingerbreadth. As pre-cum wetting out his finger's breadth wipe it over the head word as he roughly strokes me. His former hired hand has found the base of my tight testis and I groan. He presses against the base, feeling his way around my throbbing member. I can defend out ... I finally experience his own phallus growing in my manus. Maybe -- -

SLAP !

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

SLAP !

I instinctively spread my stage and hurtle my package out, letting him have Sir Thomas More room to swing.

slap !

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

SLAP !

My sonorous glob sway under the assault.

SLAP !

The deal wrapped around my penis pump vigorously.

SLAP !

The shock runs up and down.

smack !

He 's hitting my ballock ! He 's hitting my glob !

smack !

I gasp, stumbling, but ca n't move as he tightens his branding iron grasp around my decrepit phallus.

slap !

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

smacking !

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

smacking !

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

SLAP !

My balls begin emptying. It 's too late.

SLAP !

`` No ! '' I yell as I feel the climax starting. But Ricardo stops. He pumps my penis one last clock time as he feels it pulse with the number 1 squirt. He drops his helping hand as I burst. But the feeling is gone. Cum dribbles out of my giant head as the member jerks around. I whimper as the last of it finally wheezes out. A completely ruined orgasm .