“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 in the middle.”
A look of dread dawned across her face as she started waving her hand over her body, the tension in the audience was palpable.
“The one in the middle? Really? You only get one shot ...” Cass goaded with a haughty tone as she stepped up to you, her nerves calm and hips posed.
“I’m sure” you replied, unsure.
“Alright crowd, ready to see? We need a countdown! On three, we take out our dicks and see who measures up!”
Cass sashayed next to you and turned to the audience with a confident strut in her step, a commanding poise with perhaps a hint of worry on her face.
One!
She looked at you, staring intensely.
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. Her frown turned into a smile as 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 knowing concentration as she grabbed it’s shaft and hefted it over the hem of her still pulled up underwear.
Oh boy.
“Guys like you always pick the middle, and girls like me love to win. Hope you got hard enough! Time to measure!”
From her bra she produced a fine tape measure and walked up to you, her immense slab of girlcock lazily sliding over yours. She pressed one end of the tape into your pubic bone and spun out along your desperate length.
“5.7 inches.” she announced “Too bad, it was a nice cock. It’ll look nicer on me, don’t you think?” she taunted.
She stood back so the audience could see and buried the tape measure to her own shaven pubes, trailing it over the hulking fat dripping sausage hanging off her hips. The skin tone from her paler body got darker and darker as the shaft went along, culminating in a strong flared red head crowning her immense black length that strained to keep itself fully engorged.
“I always get a little lightheaded when I have to break out this bad boy, but I love the results. 10.1 inches of champion cock, undefeated - and i’m not even fully hard!” Cass declared with pride swinging her womanmeat and letting drops of her thick juice dangle from it’s excited slit.
“She won again!”
“I told you girl, you owe me that butt!”
“Jeez, I thought he had something bigger than that ...”
You lost. How could a girl like her have hidden something that big? Did you even have a chance? You looked down at your member, the way it was at full mast at the sight of her dominant masculine organ jutting from her slight hips. In a matter of moments you would lose it all to her. How could you have done so badly?
Cass’s hand touched your shoulder appreciatively.
“Look, can we get a hand for this guy? He might have lost his dick but it takes balls to come up on stage and we wouldn’t have a show without people like him!”
The crowd gave a pity clap as Cass turned slightly toward you, her sword crossing over yours even though she was shoulder to shoulder. She shuddered.
“That never stops feeling good …” she murmured before snapping back into performing. “A loss is a loss, but we still have to transfer all those inches over to me.”
She placed one hand on your chest, the other gently stroking along your shaft. Well, hers.
“I get to choose how, but that doesn’t mean we can’t have a little fun for your last time …”