Beating the Competition

Beating the Competition
by Jonathan Eddington



Both guys had been competing to have her for quite a while now. Each of them claiming to have the bigger cock, to last longer, and be the better lover. To their surprise she said she would put them to the test, but in a way neither of them had imagined.

First she got them to stand side by side as she knelt in front of them. Then released their stiffening cocks. Swiftly they reached their maximum potential as both guys expected her lips to grace their proud erections. Instead she grasped one in each hand and determined their sizes.

"Neither is bigger, " she announced, "so on to the next test."

Slowly at first she began to pump their cocks. Her hands moved alternately like a milk maid's. As she increased her rhythm she kicked her lips in anticipation, yet never tasted either of them.

"Now to test your second claim. Who ever cums first has the lowest stamina, and will have lost."

Without giving one or the other more stimulation she increased her pace and pointed both of their now throbbing cocks towards her face.

"Who will it be? Who will grace my eager face with their cum first?"

Both of them gasped and grunted as she pushed them closer and closer. Neither of them wanting to loose, but also secretly wanting to see just their cum on her soft skin.

"Cum for me" she begged. "Cover my face."

It was almost too much for the guys, yet somehow they held back, but knowing they could not last much longer. Their hips began to buck involuntarily as they struggled to hold back their release.

Dared to Bare

Dared to Bare
by Jonathan Eddington



With a flick of her wrist, she let her thong drop to the floor, and basked in the awe and wonderment of the others in the group. This would show them. Egged on by the alcohol, and a raging desire to show them she wasn’t the timid little thing they knew her to be, she had completed the first part of the dare.

Admittedly, when she had been initially dared to strip naked, go out into the street, and kiss a stranger, she had been about to refuse immediately. But the laughs and jeers of the others had fired her resolve, and almost unnoticed she had unfastened her dress and slipped it past her shoulders. Their merriment changed to gasps as she stepped out of her dress and unclasped her bra.

Now they were silent as she strode over to the front door, and with the briefest of pauses, opened it and walked up the short path to the busy street. At the edge of the pavement she stopped, and glanced back to make sure the others were watching. She had never felt so alive. Anticipation and excitement raged through her every fibre.