“Time’s ticking, buddy. There’s only three cocks on me. Pick one … or I can pick for you …” Cass winked at the audience, causing them to wolf whistle and squeal in delight.
You gulped a little as you watched the bulges move independently on her crotch, hoping for something - anything! - to give you the edge in finding which of her cocks you could compete with. Your whole cock was on the line, and if you got it wrong your whole cock would be on her!
Screw it.
“Cass, I want to see the one on your right”
A look of surprise spread across her face as she started waving her hand over the right side of her body and getting the audience to gasp.
“The one on my right side? You sure? It could be an awful big mistake ...” Cass goaded with a saccharine note as she stepped up opposite you, her nerves collected and her competitive streak active.
“I’m sure” you replied, unsure.
“Alright crowd, help us here. We need a countdown! On three, we take out our dicks and see who measures up!”
Cass sauntered next to your left and turned to the audience with an effortless gleeful bounce in her step, a feminine jiggle coupled with masculine power.
One!
She looked at you and bit her lip.
Two!
Her hands pawed at the edges and pinched the waistband. You did the same for yours.
Three!
You flipped your underwear down to reveal your prized member and turned to her. Just about 5 and 1/2 inches, pushing 6.
Then you saw Cass. With a grin on her face she pulled her underwear down slightly to reveal only the base of her three cocks and began to fish in her panties for the chosen one, a look of elation as she grabbed it’s shaft and hefted it over the hem of her still pulled up underwear.
It was a lot like yours.
“Looks like we’ll be close, big guy. Hope you got hard enough! Time to measure!”
From her bra she produced a fine tape measure and walked up to you, her cock grazing yours and leaving a slight trail of glaze. She pressed one end into your pubic bone and spun out along your throbbing length.
“5.7 inches.” she announced “Not bad!” she whispered.
She stood back and buried the tape measure to her own shaven pubes, trailing it over the slight upward bend of her tanned womanmeat to the flared tip.
“Well, well … this is new … 5.3 inches!” she announced happily.
The crowd broke out into cheers.
“He won!”
“That dude just beat Cass!”
“Damn!”
A group of women were clapping like crazy in the back while an ensemble were jumping around and rushing to find their betting partners. Looks like you weren’t the only one to win!
Even Cass looked pleased.
“Yeah, yeah … the numbers don’t lie. I measured them. This guy wins!”
She came closer to stand next to you, beckoning you to touch your prize.
“You know what that means … all of this dick belongs to him now.”
Her prick stood to attention, full of life and hard as a rock. Circumcised, slightly curved and her sleek purple head bubbling with her cum. Was she getting off on this?
“BUT remember everyone, I get to decide how this transfer goes! And I know just how we should celebrate …”