Three feet of cock- 3

“Naked maid service.”

“Agreed. Naked maid service. If we win, the girls spend the rest of the evening catering to our every whim and desire in the buff.”

“We want a burger, they bring it.”

“We want a beer, they bring it.”

“We want a pair of tits in our face, well, you guys get the idea… It sounds perfect to me. Any objections? None? Good. Break!”

“We’ve decided,” declared Tristan. “In the event that the combined penile length of the five males present reaches or exceeds thirty-six inches, the females must spend the rest of the night as their servants, completely naked, and catering to every one of our base, debauched whims.”

“And what happens when the guys lose?” Zoe asked.

“Did you have something in mind?”

“How about you guys have to serve us naked all night? And if we get bored, you have to give us a show.”

“A show?” asked Tristan. “Like a strip-tease or something?”

“Or something,” Zoe confirmed with a grin.

Janet blushed. Tristan raised an eyebrow at the sight of it and began to have a few misgivings about Zoe’s vagueness. He knew that she had a taste for watching certain activities that usually belonged in a yaoi manga…

“Well?” asked Zoe. “Are the terms acceptable?”

Tristan glanced at each guy in turn, each giving a silent nod of assent. He just hoped none of them were exaggerating… “Yes.” He and Zoe shook hands. The deal was sealed. Both sides smiled, assured of victory.

“So! Who wants to go first?” Tristan asked, rubbing his hands together in eager anticipation.

Only the cicadas dared speak up. Glances were tossed from person to person. What had once been a delightful fantasy was now all too real.

Somebody had to be first. Tristan decided to step up and take command of the situation. “Perrie, how about you go first?”

“Me?”

“You’re the hostess…”

“You’re the host!”

“Ladies first.”

“Age before beauty.”

“Oh for the love of- I’ll go first!” declared Zoe.

“Us?” asked Daniel. “B-b-but…”

“Better to get it over with now then be stuck worrying, right?” encouraged Tristan. “You’ll do fine. Here, I’ll show you guys where the tools are.”

Tristan and Zoe led Daniel inside, made a quick detour to the study for a ruler, went up the stairs, and to the bedroom. Tristan made his way to the bedside table and opened the drawers, revealing a plethora of toys and supplies. “Here’s your ruler, Zoe, and you two can use anything in this drawer you want. Just put it aside to be cleaned if you dirty anything.” He clapped a hand onto Daniel’s shoulder. “Remember: we’re going for thirty-six inches total. Do your best. We’ll be waiting for you outside.” He exited the room, closed the door, and left Zoe and Daniel alone.

She sat down on the bed and patted the empty space next to her. He timidly sat on the bed, keeping about a foot of space between them. She edged nearer. He edged further. “Scared?” Zoe asked.

“I’m just not used to this sort of thing,” Daniel confessed.

“Well, how do you usually get hard? Do you like having a girl wrap her lips around your cock? Do you like fucking her in the ass? Do you like being tied up and spanked? I’m pretty open to everything.”

“I mean, I’m not very…experienced. I usually just watch porn…”

“Oh, you’re blushing! You are innocent… So you like to watch, huh? What kind of porn do you like?” she asked, crawling towards him on her hands and knees.

“I guess my favorite is…watching girls masturbate…” he confessed.

“Oh really? I think we can work with that…” Zoe looked in the drawer and rooted around for some tools. She pulled out a large, pink vibrator and a condom. “Do you want to watch me?” He nodded. “Take your cock out.”

Hesitatingly, he unzipped himself and slipped out his cock. It was circumcised, and already beginning to stiffen. He held his pink cock in his hands, softly rubbing its head with his thumb as he watched Zoe undress.

She stripped down to her black bra and panties. Her hard nipples poked through the lacey fabric of her lingerie. She removed the condom from its wrapper and placed it between her lips. Then, looking into Daniel’s astonished eyes, she plunged the dildo into her mouth as deeply as it would fit, fellating it briefly, watching him become aroused at the sight. When she removed it from her lips, it was covered from tip to base by a bright red condom.

She turned it on, and an angry buzzing filled the room. Daniel stroked his cock as Zoe played the vibrator against the front of her panties. She moaned loudly, theatrically, putting on the best show she could for him. She reached up under her bra cups and rubbed her tits, pushing her underwear above her breasts, revealing her petite, pert breasts underneath. Slowly, a moist spot spread across the front of her panties.

“Can you help me pull these off?” she asked Daniel. She got onto her hands and knees and faced away from him. He reached towards her ass and took hold of her panties. The smell of her arousal was overpowering. He was intoxicated as he slid them down her thick thighs and muscled calves. Her pussy was dripping wet. He had never before seen one so close. His cock was now red and thick.

“Mmmm, enjoying yourself?” she asked, taking notice of his obvious arousal. She took some lotion into her palm and caressed his cock. He gasped at the feeling of her cool hands on his burning shaft. She used both hands to stroke his cock up and down, as though she were trying to start a fire with a stick.

She grabbed the tape measure and gave it to Daniel. Then she leaned back and took hold of her vibrator once again. Pressing its buzzing tip against her sore clit, she told him, “Measure yourself. I want to watch…”

He assented and placed the tape measure along his erect shaft. Zoe licked her lips and thrust the vibrator into her pussy. She watched as he slowly measured his own manhood. She pumped the toy in and out of herself rapidly, savoring the way it filled her up. She moaned.

“S-six inches…” he reported.

“Mmmmm, good size…” she told him.

He began stroking himself anew, as she continued pleasuring herself. The two of them faced each other on the bed, their feet just inches away from each other, each of them enjoying the show the other was giving them. Daniel felt his pleasure building inside him. He was getting closer and closer, watching Zoe fuck her wet pussy. He couldn’t last any longer. A wave of pleasure washed over him as cum shot out of his cock, covering Zoe’s stomach with his semen.

He watched amazed as Zoe moaned louder, as her body quivered and trembled. Her body felt like it was on fire. Ecstasy coursed through her nerves. She bent double, forcing the dildo in and out of her as fast as she could manage as her orgasmed blazed through her. She panted heavily as she climaxed, her juices soaking the sheets beneath her.

Finally, all was quiet. The two of them sat panting, still hungrily watching each other. “That was incredible…” Daniel said.

“I agree… Ready to head down?”

“Sure.”

They cleaned up and walked outside.

“Six inches,” Zoe reported.

“Not a bad start,” said David. “So how about it, Shikha? Ready?”

“Me? Now?”

“It’s like they said, better to do it early on than worry forever, right?”

“I…I guess so…”

“So let’s go. It’ll be fun.”

“Okay…”

The two of them disappeared into the house as David waved to everyone. Once in the bedroom, he began to undress.

“What are you doing?!”

“You need to measure my cock, right? Gonna be hard to do that if I’m wearing clothes.”

“Can’t I just do it through your pants?”

“No way, it’d be too inaccurate. Trust me, this is the only way.”

She bit her lower lip, unsure, but didn’t press it. David unzipped his jeans and stepped out of them. “You’re not wearing underwear?!”

He laughed. “Why bother? What can I say, I like to show off a bit… Haven’t you noticed it before?”

She blushed. “I-I-I-I didn’t realize you were going commando…”

“Ahhh, so you do peek…”

“No! It’s just accidentally!” She groaned in embarrassment, clenching her eyes shut.

“It’s okay, Shikha. I don’t mind. I wouldn’t go without boxers if I did.”

“Thanks…” She opened her eyes again, and stared at his dick. “How do I get you hard?”

“Don’t you have any practice?”

Shikha shook her head no. “None.”

“Really? Geez, you must be a saint. Well, do you want to learn?”

She thought about it for a moment, but finally decided. “Yes. Yes, I think I do.”

“Good. Come over here, then.” He laid down on the bed face-up, and Shikha sat down next to him.

He began instructing her. “See that bottle of lotion there? Take some into your hands. Okay, good. Now, lotion up my penis.”

“I have to touch it?”

“You do… Don’t worry, it won’t bite.”

Her hands trembled as they inched closer and closer to his soft manhood. She took a final deep breath of courage, and grabbed.

“Ow ow ow, gently, gently, Shikha. That’s better. Now just lotion it up softly, like you’re washing it in the bath or something. Mmmm, that feels perfect.”

Shikha avoided his gaze, focusing her eyes on the task at hand. His small, soft penis was like clay in her hands as she slowly worked it with lotion. It was almost cute, even… Her breathing got lighter. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad, after all.

It started growing in her hands. Her eyes widened in shock, but she kept going. It started getting harder, too.

“You’re doing great, Shikha.”

“Thanks, David.”

“Alright, now that it’s getting bigger, wrap one hand around it like a water bottle. You can go a little tighter…that’s perfect. Okay, now use one hand to keep it steady, and use your other hand to start stroking it up and down. Ahhhh, yea, just like that…just keep doing that for a while…”

David’s eyes were closed, his lips parted, his cheeks flushed. His hands clenched the bed sheets tightly. All this from just a little touching? Shikha was amazed at the effect she could have on a man. She had never given one such pleasure before. Were her hands so powerful as this? He lay quivering in her grip, completely given over to her, completely in her control. She could bring him to bliss or not at her whim.

His cock was so hard! And it kept growing and growing… Could this really fit inside her? She was so tight that she couldn’t even fit two fingers inside herself. How did women fit something so huge inside themselves? She moved her hands faster and faster. David moaned louder. His hips bucked violently.

“Is…is this good?” she asked.

“Mmmm, it’s amazing… Keep going…please…” She kept stroking him, harder, faster. Her hand was a blur. David was writhing on the bed, desperate for release. She stared at his cock, proud of her handiwork. “I’m cumming…”

“What?”

His cock thrashed about in her grip suddenly. She leaned in closer. A hot spurt of cum shot onto her face. Another. Another. Her mouth opened in shock, and yet another spurt went onto her tongue. David opened his eyes. Shikha’s face was drenched in cum. Her hand still held his satisfied cock. Her eyes remained fixed in shock on his lap.
“Wh-why didn’t you warn me that would happen?!”

“I thought you knew!”

Shikha was panting. That had been incredible… “Does that always happen?”

“Yep. Every time.”

She paused for a moment in reflection. “Can we try again?”

“It’ll have to be another time, sweetheart. We have to head back down.”

“Oh no! I forgot to measure you!”

“Hey, hey, it’s okay. I’m eight inches long,” he told her. “Just tell them that and you’ll be fine.”

“That’s all? It looked a lot bigger…” she admitted.

He laughed. “Well, feel free to tell everyone that, but let’s go with eight, alright?”

“Sure.”

They returned to the group.

“So how big is he?” asked Perrie. “Does his bragging measure up?”

“He’s eight inches long,” said Shikha. The guys applauded his victory. “Is that good?”

“Wow…” sighed Perrie.

“Very nice…” said Zoe.

“So, then. That makes…fourteen inches so far. Nice. We’re just about on track to make it,” Tristan said. “Next couple?”

“How about we go?” asked Batoul.

“Us? I mean, I can just measure it myself,” Peter explained.

“No way. It has to be official,” she reminded him.

“Yeah,” said Zoe. “You men can’t be trusted to give the right number. They always add an inch or two.”

“Fine. Let’s just make it quick, okay?”

“Sounds good,” Batoul grinned. “Let’s go.”

They went upstairs together and entered the bedroom. Peter sat down on the edge of the bed. Looking away, he undid his belt and fly, and tugged down his pants and briefs.

“Shy?” asked Batoul, as she watched him undress.

“Yeah. I guess so. I’m not really used to this,” Peter admitted.

“It’s alright,” she reassured him, getting between his legs. His cock was still soft. She cradled it gently, softly playing with it, trying to coax it to hardness. She noticed his eyes wandering to her chest, generously filling out her tight sweater, and she smiled wickedly. She crossed her arms under her chest, pushing her breasts up and out. “Do you like these?” she asked.

Peter nodded.

Batoul grinned and took hold of the bottom of her shirt. Slowly, teasingly, she lifted her shirt up off of her body, exposing a few inches at a time, before slowing down, or pulling it back down. Peter’s eyes were locked onto her body, eager for the next glimpse of flesh. His cock slowly began to stiffen, bit by bit. Finally, she lifted her sweater off over her head.

Her large, heavy breasts were now only concealed by a crimson bra, almost too small to contain them. They threatened to overflow the small, overworked cups at any moment. She giggled and bounced slightly, her tits jiggling. Peter gasped.

Batoul took the bottle of lotion from the table. “Give me your hand,” she instructed Peter. She squirted a few dollops of lotion onto his outstretched palms. She undid the clasp of her bra, but held the cups against her breasts for a few moments longer, savoring the look of desperation on Peter’s face as he strained to see more.

She released the bra. It fluttered to the ground with a whisper. Over each nipple, she kept two fingertips, using the rest of her hand, and push her breasts together, caressing them, massaging them. “Stroke your cock for me,” she ordered him, and he gladly obeyed.