Three feet of cock

It was a hot August afternoon. Cicadas buzzed lazily in the trees. The oppressive heat of summer was just beginning to give way to the brisk comfort of autumn, and to celebrate the end of the season, Tristan and Perrie were hosting a barbecue for their friends. Little did they suspect, though, what would happen before the sun set on that day.

Tristan and Perrie were a typical suburban couple. They had met in college, began dating, and soon fell in love. She was a Filipina and adored her current, bourgeois life, although she hoped for the day that she would be able to tell Tristan that she was pregnant. Although only 27, she was impatient to start a new family.

Tristan was a year older, but had more patience regarding children. He wanted a few more young, lustful years alone with his wife before allowing the intrusion of usurpers into his wife's heart, but he found himself unable to resist Perrie's desires. He was uxorious to a fault; emotionally, anyways. His eyes wandered, though, despite his best efforts. Perrie knew of her husband's foibles, but tolerated them. So long as his heart belonged to her, she felt secure. She had never even had an orgasm before they had begun dating, and she had never felt any urge to expand her range of partners before today.

Together, the two of them were affectionate in public, as though they were forever stuck as middle-schoolers, nuzzling and kissing wherever they were or whoever their audience might be. Secretly, they enjoyed the teasing they received from their friends, as evidence that their own relationship was stronger than anyone else's.

They had moved to New York together after graduation and settled down, making a wide number of acquaintances, but only a few friends, most of whom they had invited to tonight's barbecue.

Tristan had already arranged everything in minute detail well before any guests had arrived. Tomatoes had been sliced, leaves of lettuce washed, onions diced, mustard, ketchup, and relish set out, and the buns had been lovingly toasted.

Watching Tristan in his element was driving Perrie wild. She snuck up behind him and wrapped her arms around his waist, pressing her petite breasts tenderly against his back as he turned hamburger into patties. He gasped slightly, but quickly regained his composure and kept working, pretending not to notice her. She wasn't deterred so easily, though...

She stroked his beard, savoring the rough feeling of his thick hair under her fingertips. Her free hand wandered downwards. "Darling, why don't you take a break? You've been working so hard today. Don't you deserve a reward before everyone shows up?" Her hand reached its prize, and she gave his cock an inquisitive squeeze. "Oooh, hard already?" She began to stroke it slowly through his shorts. She loved teasing him, bringing him close to orgasm and suddenly stopping, leaving him begging for more, until his patience broke and he took her by force in order to satisfy his urges. A delightful tingle coursed through her crotch at the thought of it.

"Perrie... You know David and Batoul are always early... We don't have time," he reasoned, but his heart wasn't in it. From the moment they had first met, a primal, animal passion had existed between them that neither of them could deny. Many were the nights that Tristan had been woken up in the middle of the night because Perrie had had an erotic dream and needed her dreams to become reality right then and there.

Perrie undid his fly and plunged her hand into his boxers while she pressed her bosom ever more eagerly against him. She knew he would surrender. It was only a question of when. Her hand wrapped around the hot, hard, thick shaft of his bare cock. She grazed her fingers along his length and against his head. "Not even for a quick blowjob? I'm hungry..." she asked innocently.

"You can't wait?"

She shook her head no against the nape of his neck. "How can I resist such a wonderful liebewurst?"

He glanced at the clock. They still had fifteen minutes before they had told people to arrive. "Alright."

Tristan stepped away from the kitchen island as Perrie got onto her knees in front of him. She looked up into his honey eyes through her black glasses and smiled appreciatively as she maneuvered his engorged cock out of his open fly. Even after nearly five years of marriage, his cock still entranced her: its size, its slight curve, its virile aroma, its large head and long shaft, and most of all, the way it throbbed between her lips.

Perrie took his shaft in both hands and caressed its tip against her cheeks and lips, her eyes fluttering in ecstasy. She licked its underside from base to tip, her tongue painting his cock with her warm saliva. Unable to deny herself any longer, she took his cock inside her, engulfing it hungrily, sucking it, licking it, caressing it with her tongue and lips. She bobbed her head back and forth, keeping her mouth tight. He rested his hands on her head and shoulder, gently guiding her as he made love to her plump, pink lips.

She felt his heartbeat in her mouth. Tristan's cock pulsated inside her. She closed her eyes and focused on the feeling of his manhood inside her. She pulled back slightly, almost letting him escape, but keeping the head of his cock captive, flicking the tip of her tongue back and forth across it as rapidly as she could while she locked her eyes onto his, watching him react to her technique, watching him tilt his head back and grit his teeth, watching him quiver and tremble from her tongue.

The doorbell rang, but Perrie refused to be denied her dessert. She grabbed Tristan's ass, forcing his cock deeper down her throat, stopping him from leaving. "I need to answer the door..." he protested weakly. She just smiled and continued noisily. His pants grew louder. He began to moan. She grinned and took the entirety of his shaft inside her throat, wrapping her lips around the very base of his cock as she suckled his cock.

"Perrie..." he moaned, his fingertips digging into her shoulders as his cock spasmed inside her mouth and his hot, sticky, delectable cum gushed down her throat. She quivered as she felt him release inside her. She kept her mouth securely sealed around his shaft as she greedily swallowed every last drop of his cum, moaning appreciatively at his treat for her.

The doorbell rang again. "Darling, I really need to answer it..."

She pouted, but relented, tucking his wilted penis back inside his boxers and zipping up his fly. She stood up and kissed his cheek, whispering in his ear, "You're delicious."

"You say that every time, Perrie."

"It's true every time. Go answer, before they figure out what we're up to. I'll finish the burgers."

"Thanks, darling." Tristan washed his hands quickly and jogged to the door. As expected, it was David and his fiancée, Batoul. "Hey, how are you guys doing?" he asked.

"Great! Good to see ya, Mike. We brought some turkey dogs and soda for the barbecue. Where should I put them?" David asked.

"Just give them to Perrie. She's in the kitchen. And how are you, Batoul? I love your hijab."

She smiled and hugged him tightly, pressing her generous chest against his. Tristan embraced her for an extra few seconds, relishing the sensation. The way she filled out her sweater was nothing short of amazing, and she had caught him staring more than once. Not that she minded. As a wise man once said, "The desire of man is woman. The desire of woman is the desire of man." Batoul adored adoration, and although she would never say it aloud, she just loved when men noticed her breasts.

"Careful, Mike. Don't want Perrie getting jealous," she warned as he released her. "I'm doing very well. I just got a promotion at work! I'm manager of the whole pharmacy now."

"Congratulations, Tooly! That deserves a celebratory spanking, doesn't it?"

"Oh, you!"

Indoors, David made his way to the kitchen. "Well aren't you lovely tonight... Where do you want these, Perrie?" he asked, holding up his supplies.

She giggled at his usual compliment, but smiled nevertheless. She was rather proud of the way her red dress hugged her figure. Leave it to Alejandro to notice... He was always flirtatious, but the wives knew it was all harmless fun. Besides, there were worse things than a tall, dark, handsome man paying you some extra attention.

"Just put the drinks in the cooler and the franks by the grill. They're both outside," she instructed him. She watched him walk out of the house with delight. Those buns! Thank god for tight pants... She made a note to ask him how he exercised so she could get Tristan on the same regimen. There was nothing she loved more than a pair of firm, tight buns she could get her hands on...well, except maybe a hard, thick cock, ready to cum... She shook her head to clear her thoughts and returned to her task, trying to ignore her moist panties from before, still able to taste her husband on her tongue.

Again, the doorbell rang, this time at exactly six o' clock. Leaving Perrie, Batoul, and David alone, Tristan answered the door.

"Janet! Peter!"

"Tristan! I've missed you!" Janet cried, giving him an affectionate embrace. Tristan gladly let her, wrapping his arms warmly around her zaftig frame.

"Hi, Tristan," her husband Peter said, shaking Tristan's hand while he hugged Janet.

"Hey Peter. You look good."

"Thanks. Where's everyone else?"

"Oh, they're inside. Just head inside and you can't miss them. You're just the second couple to arrive."

"Who else is coming?" Janet asked.

"Lemme see...there's you, Perrie and I, David and Batoul are already here, and then there's Nick, Zoe, Shikha, and her boyfriend." Tristan answered.

"Wonderful! I haven't seen them in forever," she replied.

He led them both inside, but continued to converse with Janet. The two of them had known each other for years. He had met her even before meeting Perrie, and the two of them had a mutual crush that both sides were too shy to do anything about. Once, just once, they had done something about it, but each of them had feared the other thought it was a mistake, and nothing more happened. Sometimes, unknown to the other, both of them wondered how things would have turned out had they acted more decisively on their feelings.

She was still shy, but she had come out of her shell more and more lately. Her and Peter were both Chinese: she from the mainland, he from Singapore. But while Peter preferred to stay within their own circles, Janet wanted to branch out and explore.

"Oh, I brought you two a little house-warming gift!" she suddenly remembered, handing him a small box. "I hope you like it. Sorry for missing the party."

"It's alright. I'm just glad you made it this time." She watched him impatiently behind her black-framed glasses while he unwrapped his gift. A strand of her wavy, chestnut hair fell in front of her eyes, and she hurriedly pushed it aside, unwilling to miss his reaction. "Oh, it's lovely, Janet!" She had given him a small dragon figurine, carved out of a deep green jade. "Thank you so much!"

"You really like it?" she asked.

"I really do! It's just perfect. Did you get it in China?"

She bit her lip slightly, embarrassed by her own generosity. "Yeah... I saw it while we were in Beijing and I thought of you."

"Thank you so much. I just love it." He brought it over to Perrie and the others. "Look what Janet got us, darling."

"Oh, it's beautiful! Thank you. You're so sweet," Perrie said, embracing Janet tightly.

Before another word could be said, though, the doorbell was at it again. Tristan went to get it.

"Shikha! And you must be her new boyfriend. I'm Tristan, nice to meet you."

"Daniel," he said, with a handshake and a slight bow. He readjusted his glasses as he straightened himself back up. "You have a beautiful home. Thank you for inviting us. Shikha's said so many good things about you."

"Well she shouldn't lie like that," Tristan commented.

"Don't worry, Tristan. I only tell him the truth: that you're a devil!" Shikha said with a laugh.

"Pfft, you're the devil. I'm angelic. Don't you think so, Dan?"

"Well, I mean, I don't think anyone can really compare themselves to angels," he answered, tussling his dirty blonde hair at the back of his head.

Tristan coughed to break the silence. "Well, everyone else is already inside. You know where the kitchen is, Shikha. And just give your stuff to Perrie. She'll make sure it makes its way to the grill."

The two thanked him and headed inside to meet the others.

"Ah, and who's this image of heavenly beauty?" David asked. "I don't believe we've met."

"It's devilish beauty," Tristan corrected him.

"I'm Shikha, and this is my boyfriend Daniel," she said.

"Nice to meet you two. I'm Alejandro, but everyone calls me David. Unless I'm in trouble. Then Batoul calls me by my full name."

Batoul shook both their hands as well. "Nice to meet you," she said.

"Is that a hijab?" Daniel asked. "Are you Muslim?"

"Born, raised, but not anymore. But I still like to feel connected to my past and my ancestors." Her cheeks dimpled as she smiled. "I guess it's kind of silly, but I've always felt...safer with my hijab on. More confident."

"Sometimes she even wears it when we're-Ow! What? I didn't say anything!" David complained.

"You were going to, Alejandro!" Batoul rejoined while Daniel blushed and averted his eyes. "I know you by now." She crossed her arms under her heavy breasts and gave David her "look," but his attention was a foot lower. "You!" she growled, catching his gaze.

For the last time, the doorbell rang. Tristan was carrying a tray of meat outside. "Perrie, can you get it for me, darling?"

"Sure!" She skipped to the door and opened it. "Nick! Zoe! How have you been?"

"Good," Zoe replied, hugging her, giving her a kiss on each cheek. "Long week, though. Have a deadline coming up. I really needed this tonight."

"Well, I'm sure you'll enjoy yourself tonight! We've got some great food ready."

"Add some great cheesecake to that. Homemade," Zoe bragged. "Hope you like chocolate and cherry..."

"Ooh, sounds yummy!"

"How are you?" asked Nick, embracing Perrie tightly. She trembled slightly from his hold. His thick manhood was obvious even through his jeans, and her crotch was still sensitive. She pressed her waist slightly against him, sighing at the feeling of him against her.

She took a moment to register that he had spoken to her. "Oh! Good...really good...I mean, things have been going well. We just bought our tickets to go visit Tristan's parents for Labor Day Weekend, so that'll be nice. It's always good to see the family."

"I bet. So where is everyone?"

"Right in the kitchen. You two were the last to arrive, so we should be good to go now. I think Tristan's already started cooking, even."

Perrie led them to the kitchen, only to find it empty. Everyone was outside in the yard, milling about and talking, while Tristan cooked. With everyone present, the barbecue could begin in earnest. Tristan manned the grill, wearing a short, black apron, while Perrie served as his waitress, bringing burgers and turkey dogs to everyone. Soon, everyone was served, and alcohol and conversation flowed equally freely in a positive feedback loop. Laughter echoed through the summer air, drowning out even the cicadas.

*****

"Oh, you two are thinking about a pool?" asked David.

"Yeah," Perrie replied. "We've always wanted one, and we have the room in the yard, and it's just such amazing exercise."

"We'll have to come over, then. Batoul just loves swimming. But between just us, I just cannot get her to keep her swimsuit on..." he slyly informed everyone. He shrugged his shoulders. "She's like...whatever the aquatic version of a jaybird is. Are jayfish a thing?"

"Well, what's wrong with that?" Zoe asked coquettishly. In the cool evening air, it was evident that she herself was no great fan of excessive clothing. Two dark tips were just visible through the fabric of her shirt, trying to poke their way through.

"Hey, I never said I was complaining. The way those melons of hers splash is unforgettable..."

The men took a few seconds to imagine the scene. Batoul's plump cheeks turned pink, but she felt a warmth between her legs from the combined gazes at her breasts. She subtly arched her back and pushed her chest out. "Alejandro! It's...it's just a lot more comfortable," she defensively explained. "It feels really good. Really freeing, you know?"

"I could never... I'd be too shy," commented Shikha. "What if someone sees?"

"That's half the fun," Batoul squeaked out quietly, prompting a round of guffaws.

Janet chimed in. "I've gotten caught before." Everyone hushed to listen to her story. "Well, I mean, I wasn't skinny dipping or anything. But back in college, my dorm had this sort of courtyard slash garden. You could only get to it through this underground service tunnel. I guess it was just for decoration and they didn't want the students messing it up.

"Anyway, one day one of the custodians left his keys unattended while I was sculpting in one of the lounges, so I made some imprints of a few of the keys. One of them ended up being for the garden door, so I started going there at night."

Here, she blushed slightly. Tristan smiled, though, recognizing the story. "So I, well, I went naked. I'd bring a book, go after everyone was asleep, and just enjoy myself. The garden had no lights, so at night, you were completely invisible down there. Just you and nature. I felt a little bit like Eve, I guess. I spent evening after evening wandering among the plants nude, reading in the grass with a small nightlight. It was perfect.

"One night, though, I forgot to lock the door after me. I was lying down in the grass and this shadow looms over me...I had such a start! I thought I was going to have coronary thrombosis... I was so embarrassed! But...he was actually really good about it. He had noticed me in the garden before. Turns out he had been going up to the roof to read at night, and from there, you could see straight through the trees. And here I thought I had been invisible...

"We ended up meeting there regularly at night, and he joined me...you know...naked." She smiled dreamily, reminiscing. He had been so handsome then. He still was, to be honest... "It felt so comfortable, so natural. People really open up when they're naked, I think. We had such great conversations every night.

"So yeah, I'm with Batoul. Getting caught is more fun," she finished, leaving the last part of her story unspoken.

"You never told me that story," Peter complained.

"You never asked. It was before we met, anyway."

"Don't you have a story like that, too, Zoe?" Nick prompted her. "The Hawaii one? Tell it; it's funny."

"Okay, okay. Let me tell you guys about this one time," Zoe began with a wicked smile. "I was seeing this guy who took me on a trip to this resort in Hawaii. We were staying at a hotel near the beach: beautiful place, real classy. Anyways, they had an absolutely gorgeous pool.

"So one night, we've had a couple of glasses of champagne each, and he mentions how he always wanted to go skinny dipping. Well, I, being the thoughtful individual that I am, suggested we try it out. It was after midnight, so the gate was locked, but we hopped over it, stripped down, and went for a dip.

"So we're swimming, laughing, making a bit of noise, and these two hotel employees come up. So the way the pool is, it's at floor level at one end, but the ground slopes down around it, so at the other end, the bottom of the pool is at floor level. They're at the lower end, so I swim over to them, making sure to keep the goods submerged, you know? I didn't want to get busted for indecent exposure or anything.

"So I'm talking to them. I'm pressed against the wall, they're standing a few feet away. They're really helpful and friendly, just wanted to make sure we were okay, we're not in trouble or anything... But I notice they're not really paying attention to me. They keep looking at the pool wall, though, glancing down and smiling. They're barely even looking at me. So finally I get fed up and I ask 'em, 'What do you guys keep looking at?'" She paused briefly. "And one of the guys says to me, 'Miss, don't you know that this wall is glass?'"
Laughter erupted. Shikha covered her lower face with both hands in vicarious mortification. A few of the guys sported smiles as they pictured the sight and cursed those lucky bastards.

Zoe continued. "I was so embarrassed! All that time we had been talking, and they had been getting a free peep show! I was just glad I had shaved that day..." She looked down at her pert breasts and shimmied experimentally. "Still, guess I should thank the girls. If not for them, we might have gotten busted for breaking into the pool area."

"Good moral," David commented. "In fact, I think all you girls should take a page out of Zoe's book and just go naked every time you do something wrong. I'm sure you'll find forgiveness comes more easily when you do."

"You wish," said Perrie.

"Worth a shot..."

"Why don't you boys go naked instead?" she asked. "You get in trouble more often, anyway."

"It'd be dangerous. If I unleash this thing, it causes riots. Women go wild. People die. It would be unethical for me to whip it out, as tempting as it is, with such a beautiful audience," explained David, gesturing to the ladies present.

"Yeah right," Zoe doubted. "What is it, five inches?"

"Wouldn't you like to know?"

"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?"

"Good question..." Zoe realized. "What are the terms?"

Tristan thought for a moment. "How about this? Each guy goes inside and gets personally measured; I have a tape measure that should work well enough."

"Who's measuring us?" Nick piped up.

"Well it should be one of us," Janet explained. "If a guy measures himself, he'll over-inflate the number, obviously. But, um, I don't know who'd volunteer to measure."

A thoughtful look and a smile came across each of the girl's faces in turn as they thought about the imminent scenario. Even Shikha's petrification was turning into cautious optimism.

"How about we each get measured by our partner?" suggested Peter. He hadn't expected things to escalate like this and was already regretting his earlier enthusiasm. He looked at Janet, who was far too excited, in his opinion. He didn't want her seeing another man's dick...

"That's too boring," said Nick. "Why don't we each get measured by anyone except our partner? After all, don't these girls deserve a pleasant surprise tonight?" he asked with a wink. Perrie blushed as she remembered how she had once hugged him, only to feel his hard cock through his pants. She had just barely restrained herself from reaching down and grabbing it. It had felt like a monster, and since then, she had always wondered.

"How do we pick teams, though?" asked Janet.

Tristan looked around, and settled on a bowl of chips. Dumping the last few crumbs onto the pavement, a decision he would regret the next morning when the ants arrived, he brought the empty bowl over to the group. "Alright guys, put in your car keys, and we'll have the girls pick their prize." Metallic klinking and tingling sounded as they took out their keychains and detached their keys. The girls watched carefully, each trying to commit to memory a different shape for when it came their turn to reach into the bowl and decide their fate.

"Is that everyone?" he asked. "Alright, good. Now, who wants to go first? And if you get your own partner's key, put it back and go again."

"I will!" Janet popped up with more enthusiasm than she had meant. "Um, I mean, I'll go first, if no one else wants to start." Tristan held the bowl over Janet's head so that she couldn't see the keys. She reached up and fished around in the bowl for a few seconds, before pulling one out. "Uh, whose is this?"

"That's mine," said Tristan right next to her, his eyes wide from realization.

"Oh..." Janet began, but had no way to finish. Cheering would have been out of place. 'Congratulations,' was too brazen for her. She finally decided to let the silence speak for itself, and sat back down, clutching the key tightly.

"Who's next?"

"You go," Zoe said to Perrie. "Whoever gets picked, his girl goes next. That way we don't need to worry about anyone getting their own partner."

"Okay," Perrie agreed. She followed the same procedure as Janet had, and soon pulled out her own key. She held it aloft, waiting for its claimant.

"My, tonight's my lucky night, then," Nick said. 'That key's mine."

Perrie beamed before remembering her audience, and with a brief, guilty glance at Tristan, sat back down with her key and her thoughts. Suddenly, one thought in particular stood up and raised its hand urgently. "Oh! Um, how are we going to measure? I mean, if we want it to be accurate, doesn't the guy need to be, um..."

"Rock hard?" asked Zoe.

"Yeah..."

"I think that should be the girls' job," opined David.

"Seconded," Tristan chimed in. "They're the ones doing the measuring. They should be in charge of getting the guy...measurable."

"How?" asked Shikha.

He thought for a moment. "Any way you two agree on. Everything's fair game. Except! Except cock in pussy. I don't think anyone wants a surprise in nine months. Anything else is okay, though. Handjobs, blowjobs, you name it. Once the guy's risen to the occasion, the girl measures him and announces it to the group, so we can keep track. Agreed?"

There was a murmur of agreement. Plans already began to form and pants already began to tighten.

"My turn, then?" Zoe went key-fishing, as well. Her fingers darted amongst the keys, hoping to find David's black Mercedes key. Was this one it? She pulled it out, and pouted slightly at the sight of its blue cover. "Whose my partner for the evening, then?" she asked.

"Isn't that yours?" Shikha asked Daniel after a beat of silence.

"Oh. So it is... I-I guess that means you and I are together, Zoe," Daniel stuttered.

She smiled. Well, maybe she could teach him a thing or two...

"So now I get to go?" Shikha asked. Only Peter and David were left. She didn't know either of them especially well. Peter had always struck her as too serious, though, too straight-laced. Then again, you never knew what someone was underneath. After all, even plain, boring vanilla is the world's second most expensive spice. Then again, there was something about David's stubble and confidently wolfish nature that made her stomach flutter... Fifty-fifty chance either way.

She plunged her hand in and grabbed the first key she touched. "Congratulations. You're in for a treat," bragged David with a wink.

Shikha blushed at his forwardness and sat down without a word, avoiding Batoul's jealous gaze.

"I guess I don't really need to pick," Batoul realized. She met Peter's gaze, partially shielded behind his glasses. She gave a charming smile and pressed her arms inward, pushing her ample chest up and outwards. His eyes widened and he bit his lower lip. Oh, he was like a little puppy. She almost felt guilty for what she was going to do to him... "So it's you and me, huh, Peter?" she giggled. "Don't worry, I'll be gentle with you."

He gulped. "Thanks?"

"Well, that's everyone. So the guys need to meet three feet total to win. So if we want to win, we need to average..." Tristan began.

"Seven point two inches each," Zoe finished.

"Right. That. Per guy."

"What do you win?" Perrie asked.

Silence reigned. "Whoops... Uh, guys? Group huddle," Tristan instructed. The other four circled around him. "So what do we want to win?"

"Do we really need to win anything?"

"Of course we do. What's victory without spoils?"

"And a nubile maiden or two to bring home..."

"They're already going to be measuring our...things. Isn't that spoil enough?"

"Naw, we need something once-in-a-lifetime. This isn't gonna happen again, and they think they're going to win. We should get treated like kings. Let's ask for maid service."

"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.

He wrapped his hand around his cock and slowly covered its entire surface with lotion. His cock was now hard and pointing skyward. He began stroking it rapidly, staring at Batoul's breasts, while she continued her teasing performance. "Do you want to see my nipples?" she asked.

"God, yes..."

She bit her lower lip, and took away one fingertip from each nipple, revealing the edges of her pinkish-brown areolae. She looked down as though amazed by her own tits. Then, slowly, finally, she pulled away her hands altogether, and revealed her full, heavenly breasts.

They were flawless. Huge, round, firm... They were a pale pink, the same color as her blushing cheeks. Her small nipples were hard, and her breasts were heaving as Batoul panted from arousal.

"Slow down. You need to be measured..."

Peter frowned, but allowed her to measure his cock. "Hmmm...five and a half. Not bad..." She moved towards her bra, but Peter stopped her.

"Wait! You're just going to leave me like this?"

"You're the one who wanted it to be quick," she reminded him.

"I changed my mind..."

"Oh, I don't know... It might be too late for that."

"Please!" he gasped. "I need it..."

She got down on her knees and parted his legs. She took some lotion and massaged it into her cleavage. With a wicked smile, she placed Peter's cock between her breasts and pressed her tits together, massaging his manhood with her undulating udders. Keeping her breasts tightly together, she began sliding herself up and down Peter's shaft. He stared in disbelief at the sight before of him, of his cock so blissfully surrounded. Her breasts were firm, but soft as silk. Their tender touch was more stimulating than any handjob he had ever received.

Batoul smirked happily at Peter's obviously burning lust. She felt his cock throbbing between her tits. Her nipples tingled and her crotch grew wet as she continued her ministrations. Her breasts had always been sensitive. David could make her orgasm just from sucking her nipples, and she nearly always played with her breasts when she masturbated. And now, here she was, masturbating herself and Peter simultaneously. She wondered which of them would orgasm first...

She began to kiss the tip of Peter's cock each time she plunged downwards. A light, teasing peck. She knew he wanted more, but she wanted to inflame his lust, not quench it in satisfaction. She rested the head of his cock on his lower lip while she caressed its shaft with her full, heavy breasts. Her tongue played along the edge of his head as Peter moaned loudly through clenched teeth. His hips bucked, trying to force his cock into her mouth, but she parried his every thrust, moving her tongue out of range each time he pushed forward.

She rubbed her thighs together. She could feel a powerful warmth spreading through her body. She pinched her nipples gently, groping her chest. Unable to resist any longer, she let Peter land a blow, and took the head of his cock into her mouth.

Peter gasped. Batoul flicked her tongue back and forth against the underside of his cock. They groaned together. Spikes of pleasure coursed through her body, arcs of electricity from her nipples to her clit. More, more, more... Her ecstasy exploded from her crotch. She quivered on her knees, almost bending over double. A warm flush spread across her bust and cheeks.

Peter's cock slipped out from her lips and shook as orgasm coursed through his body as well. His cock released its cum onto her trembling face, over and over, coating her in glistening ivory. Semen dripped down her cheeks and onto her breasts, down her cleavage. The hot, sticky, moisture against her bare skin threatened to send her back into the throes of orgasm. She licked his shaft clean, messily caressing him with her tongue, loving the taste of his seed, of the proof of his lust for her.

She finished cleaning the both of them up with a few tissues and the two of them went downstairs together, Peter's cheek burning red.

"Five and a half," Batoul proclaimed.

"So that makes...nineteen and a half inches? Right? Who's next?" asked David.

"You're going to lose at this rate," Zoe reminded him.

"I'm ready to give it a try," Perrie said, glancing towards Nick. "If you're alright with that?"

"How could I say no?"

"Okay..." Perrie took the lead, guiding a smiling Nick to the upstairs bedroom. His cock was already stiffening in his jeans as he watched Perrie's ass wiggle up the stairs. She had frequently appeared in his fantasies over the years. He hoped she would live up to the bar that her oneiric counterpart had set.

They entered the bedroom. Nick closed the door and walked over to Perrie. "So, how do you want to do this?" he asked, smiling gently.

She blushed and bit her lower lip, her cocoa-brown cheeks getting redder and redder. She squirmed slightly, rubbing her thighs together, trying to silence her lust and failing. She was breathing hard at the thought of what she was about to do. She had never even seen another cock in her life. Not in person, anyway. And now she was going to make one hard... She looked into Nick's dark brown eyes and swallowed deeply. Her eyes fell to his crotch. She could already make out a thick outline through his pants.

"Well, let's see..." She picked up the tape measure and set it down beside her. She got onto her knees and deftly undid his fly, shades of earlier today passing through her mind. Was she really going to do this with another man? She undid the button on his jeans, and with a deep breath, pulled down his jeans. His tumescent manhood bobbed to life in front of her. Yes, yes, she was... "Oh, wow... You're huge!"

He grinned. "Thanks. So...have any ideas?"

She stared in awe at his cock. He wasn't yet fully erect, and was already larger than Tristan. He was thick and uncircumcised. She took his dark shaft in one hand. It was warm to the touch, almost hot. She could feel him throbbing already. She clenched her thighs together. Her panties were already moistening. She looked up into his eyes. "One." Maintaining eye contact with him, she opened her pink lips and took the tip of his cock into her mouth.

Nick groaned at the moist tightness, while Perrie moaned as she eagerly suckled his cock. He rested his hands on her shoulders while she worked. Her mouth felt filled to bursting. She desperately tried to open her mouth wider, tried to take the entirety of his cock inside her. She used one hand to guide his hardening cock, while her other was furiously rubbing her pussy, plunging down her panties.

Nick watched with delight. Jen had always claimed he was too well-endowed to fellate, but Perrie hadn't been intimidated in the least. She sucked the tip of his head, swirling her tongue around him, tightening her mouth against his cock as she slid her head back and forth along his shaft. She took his cock out of his mouth and licked the length of his shaft manically, caressing his length with her tongue, savoring his musty taste, his primal heat, the way he groaned as she pleasured him. His cock pulsated in her grip.

"Don't you have to measure me?" Nick reminded her. "Perrie?"

"Huh? Oh, sorry..."

"It's alright. Trust me, I'm not complaining."

She avoided his eyes and picked up the tape measure. She slowly measured him out, her soft, delicate fingers teasing his shaft playfully as she grazed her fingertips along his manhood. She whistled. "Wow, ten inches... Impressive."

"That's what they tell me. Should we head back down?" he asked.

She sucked in her cheeks a bit, thinking. "Do we have to...?" She began to stroke his cock slowly. "I wouldn't want this to go to waste... Can I finish? Please?"

"Of course." She didn't need to ask him twice. "You really enjoy this, huh?"

Perrie took his cock back into her mouth and mmmed affirmatively. She had always loved giving blowjobs. The sensation of a man's cock, filling her mouth, throbbing between her lips, pulsating inside her mouth as he got closer and closer to orgasm, the way it felt when he spurted inside her... She couldn't help herself. She almost always orgasmed when she sucked Tristan's cock, quivering on her knees, struggling to keep fellating his manhood as her whole body shook and went weak. And his cum! The taste of it was divine, a succulent dessert, a splendid reward after all her hard work. She gladly drank every last drop of his cum. Even after sex, she sometimes drank from his condom afterwards. She was addicted.

And now, she had a new flavor to try.

As she slathered her tongue along the crown of his head, she wondered whether Nick would taste different. What would his cum be like? She caressed his large balls and took his shaft as deeply into her throat as she dared. She hoped he could cum a lot. She was very, very thirsty.

"I'm going to cum soon," Nick warned her, but Perrie heard only a dinner bell. He caressed her cheek gently as she sucked and licked his shaft, stroking the base with her hands, pumping away, trying to draw out his orgasm, his semen.

Perrie's nostrils flared and her cheeks sunk as she sucked harder, more eagerly, more passionately. "Cum for me," she begged inside her head.

Nick groaned and tilted his head back, his eyes closed, his teeth clenched. His cock spasmed inside Perrie's mouth. She gripped the base of his shaft with both hands, keeping his cock inside her mouth. She wanted every ounce of his cum inside her. Cum gushed from his cock. Once, twice, three times...it kept coming and coming. She swallowed as much as she could, but her mouth was full. Ivory semen dripped out of the corners of her mouth as her muffled moans filled the room.

They both panted. Perrie suckled his satiated penis softly until she was certain it was dry before licking Nick's shaft clean. She examined it again, making sure she hadn't missed any, before licking her lips and fingers clean as well. Nick watched in amazement at her obvious desire until Perrie remembered his presence, caught his gaze and blushed.

She stood up shyly, avoiding his eyes. "So...I guess we can head back down now."

"Sure thing," Nick said. "And thanks. You were amazing."

"So were you! Jen's so lucky..."

They came outside. "Ten inches," cheered Perrie, to the applause of the other girls.

"Down to the wire...twenty-nine and a half inches so far..." Zoe calculated. "And just one more guy." Her eyes glanced down to Tristan's crotch. "Are you going to win?"

"We'll see," he smiled. Zoe pouted, unsure of a victory that had recently seemed so close. "Are you ready, Janet?"

Her eyes widened. "Uh, yea..."

"Are you sure?" asked Peter. "You don't need to..."

"No, I'm fine. It wouldn't be fair if I didn't, right?" she said with a smile. "Let's go."

The two of them went up to the bedroom, leaving the others behind to consider their odds of victory. Tristan closed the door behind him. As soon as it clicked, Janet's hands were on his chest, her crotch grinding against his, her lips passionately kissing him. He eagerly returned her advances. He had never dared dream he would have this opportunity again.

"I've missed you so much," she confessed.

"And I, you." He held her tightly. Her heart beat against his own through their touching chests.

"Has it really been eight years?"

"God, has it? Amazing how quickly life passes you by..."

"I know... Here we are, married, settled-down, respectable... Whatever happened to our undergraduate days? Reading all day, having fun..."

"Wandering through gardens naked..."

She blushed. "That, too."

"I didn't realize you still thought about it..."

"Do you?"

"Of course I do. How could I forget?"

"I just thought... Well, you have your own life..."

"Doesn't mean I forget our past."

She pressed her cheek against his chest and sighed. "I never thought we'd get a chance like this..."

He rubbed her shoulders and began to kiss her exposed neck. "We'll just have to take advantage of it..."

She tilted her head back and moaned. Her hands clenched on his arms. His touch was electric. It had been too long since she had last felt him. Already she felt herself growing moist. And Tristan was already hard... She slid down one hand and began rubbing his shaft through his shorts. It was even thicker than she remembered. Her body grew warm with desire.

"Let's get business over with, Tristan. I want to be able to enjoy this."

"Gladly."

She got onto her knees in front of him and undid his shorts, slowly pulling them down, teasing herself. His cock strained against is white boxers. Its outline was obvious, from his long shaft to his large, swollen head. She grazed her fingertips up and down his shaft, giggling as it quivered beneath her touch. "Mmm, somebody's eager..."

"Still a tease, I see..."

"And you still love it, I bet." She looked into his eyes and reached underneath his boxers to grip his cock tightly. "Or is this just coincidence?"

"You know me too well."

She smiled at the compliment, and pulled down his boxers, freeing his eager cock. She took the tape measure and measured his long, thick shaft pointing towards her lips. Her eyes sailed across its expanse until she reached the end. Six and a quarter inches.

"Well?" asked Tristan.

She retracted the tape measure and tossed it aside. "It's a secret. I'll tell you when we're in front of everyone."

"Oh come on. At least tell me if it's good or bad."

She took his shaft in one hand and punctuated each word spoken with a light kiss on the tip of his cock. "It's. Very. Very. Good."

He groaned helplessly. "You're evil..."

"I know." She squirted some lotion into the palm of her hand and began stroking his cock, aiming his manhood at her plump lips. His cock was burning hot in her hand. She squeezed her thighs together, trying to bring herself to orgasm while holding his cock in her hand.

"How about we play a game?" she suggested.

"What kind of game?"

"If you can survive my handjob without cumming, I'll give you a special treat..."

"How special?"

"Like you wouldn't believe. Up for it?"

"Sure. How long do I need to last?"

"Hmm...we'll see..." Honestly, she didn't want him to lose. Her pussy was soaking through her panties, and she desperately wanted him inside her. She just couldn't give in so easily. "We'll do it in rounds, though. Ready for round one?"

"Ready as I'll ever be."

She grinned and began pumping her hand up and down his shaft slowly. "One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, annnnnnd ten," she playfully counted in her elegant, sing-song voice. She released his cock. "Mmm, that wasn't so bad was it?"

"No...I can handle that..."

"How about this?" She pumped faster this time. Her grip was tighter. She rotated her hand around his shaft as she stroked his cock, squeezing his head each time her hand passed it, as she slowly, oh so slowly, counted to ten again. She released. He was panting heavily, his fingers digging into her shoulder. "Getting close?"

"N-no. I'm fine."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah. Just keep going."

"You're the boss..." She lotioned up her other hand, and started tugging his shaft towards her face, alternating hands. She looked into his eyes and smirked. She knew this was his favorite way to receive a handjob. She caressed the underside of his shaft with her thumbs as she slid her hands along his cock, pressing gently against his rigid flesh. She counted slower, leaving long gaps between each number, giving him time to get closer and closer to orgasm. "Ten!" she finished. He gasped for air. A single drop of precum leaked out of his cock. She licked it off and moaned softly.

He struggled in her tight grip. "What are you doing?"

"Cleaning up."

"Haven't I lasted long enough yet?"

"Hmmm... I'm not sure. What do you think?"

"I have..."

"You're just saying that because you want your reward," she countered, stroking his cock up and down slowly with her hand, almost nonchalantly, while she spoke to him. "I need to make sure you deserve it first, don't I?"

"How can I-" He groaned slightly, his knees buckled, but he recovered. Another few drops of precum spurted onto Janet's hand, and she delicately suckled his cock clean again. The head of his cock throbbed between her lips. "How can I prove I deserve it?" he finished.

"Hmm...how much have you missed me?"

"A lot," he confessed.

"Do you think about me?"

"Of course..."

"When you masturbate?"

He nodded weakly, his teeth clenched.

"When you're fucking Perrie?"

Nod.

Her smile broadened. "In that case, I think maybe you do deserve a little something special..." She stood up. "Stay."

She walked over to the bed, her pert ass swinging side to side. Keeping her back to Tristan, she lifted her shirt up over her head and undid her bra, revealing her long, smooth, naked back. Next, she slowly lowered her pants and panties together, wiggling her ass out of them, before stepping over them and over to the bed. Finally she turned around, exposing her naked body to his view.