Three feet of cock- 2

“I bet the five of you don’t have three feet of cock between you,” Zoe wagered, accompanied by the supportive hoots and laughter of the other girls.

“What a slur against our honor!” Tristan spouted.

“Gonna prove me wrong?” Zoe asked sardonically, her eyes flickering down to Tristan’s crotch.

“Is that a serious bet?” asked Tristan.

She thought about it for a moment. “Yes, it is.”

“What do you think guys? Can we measure up?” he asked his comrades.

“I’m fine,” Daniel commented quietly, but his voice was submerged by the enthusiastic cheers of the others.

“Alright, we take the bet,” Tristan proclaimed. “Is it us against you? That’s not really fair. It should be five versus five, if the girls are confident of victory, of course.”

Zoe turned to look at her compatriots. “I’m in,” Janet said. Even if we lose, she thought to herself, it should be fun…

Perrie and Batoul quickly assented, too. Only Shikha was still holding out. “Well?” asked Zoe.

She hunched her shoulders, trying to disappear. “Um, well, what would we have to do?”