The King declared: “He who finishes first shall wed my daughter!”

Twelve men circled, cocks in hand. Princess Gweneth silently cheered for Rico. His manhood seemed to have been crafted by God Himself.

Gweneth knew of the contest. For weeks, she and Rico had sneaked to the hayloft to savagely fuck. Oral, anal, doggie-style, every which way, giving him plenty of mental-fodder for the event.

Smiling as the men stroked, she eyed Rico, arched her cleavage forward, and licked her lips. But Rico, having already sampled the prize, was slower than those living by fantasy alone.

Poor Rico finished last.