There was something in the air. Maybe it was the mass of horny cheering and hollering bodies around you, or maybe some sort of half-conscious plan you couldn’t shake … it didn’t matter. You felt compelled to answer the call.
“I’ll take you on!”
The crowd focused on you as Jenny looked on, eyeing up her prey.
“We got ourselves a challenger, folks!” Cass beamed, working the crowd up to a fever pitch. “The unassuming ones are always a wild card worth watching, but only one of these fine performers are gonna take home the prize.”
You squared up to Jenny. She wasn’t fazed.
“I’m going to enjoy taking that little dick from you, boy! Maybe if you ask nicely I’ll let you see it from time to time … but only if my husband allows it” she smirked, gently prodding around the edge of her stuffed panties to make her bulge even more imposing. Up close it was definitely a sight, maybe too much …
“Oh, you scared? You can always forfeit. I’ll still take an inch off you, but that’s better than two…” she advised bemusedly while licking her lips. She had to be bluffing! But maybe she wasn’t …
“Alright listen up. On my count, you do whatever you gotta do to get hard. Then I compare you hands on and to the victor goes the bigger cock. Ready?”
Jenny tucked her thumbs into the hem, and you mimicked. There was a chance of defeat of course, but there was also just a hint of hope that maybe - just maybe - you could pull this off…