1. A Rush to the Finish


    Date: 9/13/2016, Categories: Fantasy, BDSM, Teen, Domination / Submission, Humiliation, Male Domination, Written by women, Author: Anna1994, Source: sexstories.com

    I stood there for a moment or two, "The only way?" I ask. "Yes," Gwen nods, "the only 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 light brunette over. Her crossed 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 "Simple," Gina says, "whoever cums first loses! The loser gets to watch the others have a threesome." "Stupid," I say. "Whichever way it goes, the girls get to watch!" Gwen laughs, "Not so stupid for us. Now, take off your clothes." We undress. Ricardo never had the best body but his is more muscular than mine. I smile though as he reluctantly pulls off his briefs. 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 didn't shave and I would never get why Gwen chose him over me. He doesn'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 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 breasts. "Now, grab eachother. Legs apart!" She unbuttons and unzips her jeans, hand disappearing behind her ...
    black panties. "Can he please wash his hands first?" I ask, seeing the soil 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 hold his penis. I don't like it and it feels even smaller than it looks. I awkwardly cradle his dark brown manhood, careful not to mistreat it. I look his hotdog over, gently rolling it around. Seems well used--in fact, there's a tiny scar on the head! If this is how he treats his OWN member... He smirks, spits in his hand, and cups my shrunken balls. His strong hand easily palms them and works the warm 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 step forward so he can get a better grip. I suddenly feel weak as his powerful hands engulf my cock and balls. "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 rough hand along the length of my flaccid unit to the head. I want to tell him no, please don't touch it. But it's too late. His dark brown fingers surround the pale pink head. He pinches it and I wince. Within seconds, he lubes my entire package in his spit. My balls eagerly loosen up in his warm moist hand and I realize how helpless they are. He kneads my pliant balls with his callused fingers, squeezing them between his knuckles as if to let me know that he literally has ...
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