A breast contest.

Ellen grabs Amy’s shoulder and pulls her back, leaving you licking air.

“We should settle this,” says Ellen. “Come on, get up here next to me, we’re having a “best breasts” contest.”

Amy crawls onto the bed and the two girls arrange themselves so that they’re sitting on either side of your legs. Ellen pulls up her cheerleader shirt to reveal two lovely breasts with a nice tan. And no tan lines!

“All right,” Ellen says to you, “time for judgement. Who really has the best rack?”

The girls stare at you expectantly, making you a little nervous. You’ll have to be very careful to keep from getting in trouble with one of them.

“Well, Amy’s are a little bigger.” The redhead smirks at her roommate. “But Ellen’s are very perky.” The blond sticks out a tongue at Amy. “Is sensitivity a reasonable factor?”

“O darn, I lose.” Amy sighs playfully. “There’s no way I can compete at sensitivity. Watch this.” Amy runs a finger lightly under one of Ellen’s nipples, causing your old friend to gasp. Amy strokes the underside of Ellen’s C-cup breasts and Ellen closes her eyes and shudders lightly. Amy really seems to know exactly where to touch her.

“Stop it!” Ellen twists away with a smile. “Is that enough to make a decision?”

You shake your head. “I don’t think so. I got to bury my head in Amy’s breasts, but not yours. I can’t really say for sure without feeling them both.”

The two girls look at each other for a moment, then lean forward. They push themselves together on top of you, encasing your head in two sets of incredible breasts.

You lick frantically, convinced that this moment will end too soon. You reach up and try to caress the breasts in the same spots that Amy showed you a moment ago. Soon the girls are making delightful little noises. You have trouble hearing them, however, since you’re moaning pretty loudly also.

You play with the face full of breasts for a sublime eternity before the girls pull back. You stare up at them with a stupid grin.

“Oops,” says Amy, “I think we broke him!” She waves a hand in front of your face, but you play along and continue staring blankly. “There’s only one thing we can do to shock him back to life, Ellen.”

Ellen theatrically puts her hands to her mouth, “You don’t mean…?!”

Amy runs her hands over you chest and laughs like a mad scientist on a bender.