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I may come in less than two minutes. If Kyle touches me, I will not last that long before I sprinkle my juice. I glance at him, and he looks away before lighting another cigarette. I close my eyes to lock my mind to sex from any of these men. It is the only way I will not squirt.

Chapter Five

Ifelt Neal's first presence was his tongue on my thigh. He licked that soft spot in my inner thigh, not far from my vagina. My body shakes at his touch, and he pinches me to stay still.

But his pinch was also like live electricity into my wet body. It sent sparks of emotions through my spine to my brain and back, and I knew it was time I lost Kyle's bet on me. Neal’s touches feel different from the two men before him, and with my body restrained against the horse, I have no control over what he does to me.

My already tired legs shake, and when I look under them to see if Neal is ready to fuck me dead, I see Kyle staring at me, worried that I will soon squirt. I look away from him and try to lock my mind to whatever Neal is doing to me. But it is difficult not to feel Neal. He is good, and after seeing how his buddies failed with me, he wants to do better.

And better is his approach to me. Neal licks the flesh beneath my folds, and I want him to lick the main thing. But he doesn't, teasing me with his tongue and finger around my hole. I look at where my husband sits with his worried face as if to let him know that I am on the verge of having a fountain.

Kyle stands and gazes at my pussy, as though he has the power to control how it feels with someone else touching it. Neal touches the base of my vagina and licks his forefinger.

“Your wife is sweet. I am going to take my time as much as possible, and I am certain she is coming for me soon," Neal says.

Kyle grins and says, “I can’t wish you luck, can I?”

"You'll see," Neal says, and he inserts his tongue into my opening. He licks me, and it takes every muscle to stop me from squirting.

Then, I began to imagine what it would do to Kyle and me if I squirt and my husband lost the money. It's more than the money now but his pride before his friends, whom he must have boasted that they couldn't make his wife come. I hold my nerve, and I feel that my emotions change.

Neal doesn't know this, and when he penetrates me with his dick, all I have on offer is my wetness. My folds grip his penis as he pushes deep inside me with a systematic rhythm. He is deliberate with his movements in and out of me, watching my reaction to how he jerks me.

He is the closest to Kyle in style, and that is dangerous to me. I feel Neal deeper inside me than the previous two, and I know that the last man standing, Ryan, may be like my husband, as the friends said at the onset. I look under my legs to see Neal’s huge penis sliding in and out of me, covered in some whitish substance.

Since I haven’t come that evening, I believe the whitish substance on his dick is a mixture of my wetness with sperm from the first two men. Whatever it is, it makes the sex sweeter than I expect. I am closer to the moment Neal expects, and Kyle dreads that more than these men may care to know.

But it seems that my magic has worked on Neal too. He begins to jerk me faster, and it sounds like someone is clapping non-stop in the apartment. It is the onset of him releasing his fish. I tighten my vaginal muscle around his cock, and in a matter of seconds, I feel the wetness of his seed inside of me.

“Holy shit,” Neal cussed and pulled out from me, leaving his dangling penis to continue to discharge semen while there was a splodge of sperm on my inner thigh.

“I should have placed a higher amount,” a relieved Kyle says.

I understand why he says that to make it seem that he trusts my ability to withstand his friends’ vaginal exploits. Ian, Landon, and Neal have failed, whereas Kyle alone succeeds.

"Your wife knows how and when to squeeze the life out of the penis,” Landon says.

Ian concurs, “I agree, and I think it is why you were so sure that four of us cannot make your wife come.”

"That is not the case. Four of you should make my wife come, but you don't know how to handle a woman of her caliber. You are my friends, so I wouldn't want to call you lazy. But it's not far from the truth," Kyle said.

Neal counters Kyle, "I am not lazy. Your wife is too sweet, squeezing the life out of my penis. It's sweet, but it drains. Where did you get her?"

"I will take your words as a compliment to my wife. You enjoy yourself having her, don't you? But remember, only one more chance for you to lose your bets, and I will win all your money," Kyle boasts again.

I gaze at him and wish he continues to boast to buy me more time to recover. With Neal, I came too close to squirting that if I continued immediately with Ryan, I would not take long to lose the bets. Kyle isn't looking in my direction, and my attention moves to the last man standing, Ryan. He has undressed; unlike others, I see his penis clearly at full erection.

The difference between Ryan and my husband is the curved nature of Kyle's penis. Otherwise, the two men had the same length of manhood. I cringe at the sight of it because I am unsure how to survive. Ryan's penis will make me come.

When Ryan plays with his dick while talking with my husband and their other friends, I see a man who is proud of his weapon and ability. I want to look away before he sees me, but it is too late. Ryan and I have our eyes locked before I look away.

“I am going to make your wife beg me before I make her come,” Ryan says and howls like a wolf about to devour its game.

I maintain a side view of him and see that he keeps his eyes on me while boasting to my husband. Ryan seems to want a connection with me to break me faster. I look down and shift to the semen dripping from my vagina. The three men before Ryan have deposited a large quantity of their come inside me that no amount of trying to eviscerate it will make everything come out or at once.

“You can try your luck with her. Don't forget what is at stake is beyond the $500,” Kyle says.

Ryan stops to ask, "What else?”

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