An eating contest

“How about an eating contest?” you asked. Everyone looked at you with blank faces. No one had food, so an eating contest seemed ludicrous. You sighed.

“The contest is simple.” you explained, “You’ve claimed to have a magic tongue. You told me that you can get any woman to cum within five minutes using just your tongue.”

“That’s not what I said, and you know it.” Larry protested, “I merely said I was damn good. And that I could get YOU to cum in less than five minutes.” While you had some doubts about the time, you knew from personal experience that he was quite good at cunnilingus.

“And that was only because you claimed you could make a man cum in less than five minutes.” he continued. Like Larry’s claim, your boast had been for him and him alone.

“Precisely,” you told him, “So that is contest. Whoever is the better at making the other sex cum using just their mouth wins.”

“You mean…” Larry stammered.

“You lick her pussy and she sucks your cock.” Cindy interjected, “Whoever does a better job wins.”

“And just how do we measure who does a better job?” Anne asked nervously.

“Speed.” Steve answered.

“Whoever makes the other cum first wins.” Bill added.

“Not exactly…” you said hesitantly. While you knew how to get Larry excited, it was a lot of work. He knew all your sensitive spots. There was a very good chance he could make you climax while you were still getting him hard. “While the first to cum loses is a good way to determine the winner, the contest is to see who is more skilled, not who knows the other’s hot spots better. Therefore, we each prove ourselves on three people rather than just one.

“In other words,” Cindy explained, “You have to eat me, and Anne, before you can work on Pat’s pussy. While Pat has to blow Steve and Bill before she can suck you off. The first one to cum is the loser.”

“Fine, I get it.” Larry said irritably. He turned to you. “How do we get this started?”

“First, everyone strips; at least from the waist down.” you told him as you reached for the waistband of your jeans. That much should have been obvious. You couldn’t suck any of the guys’ dicks if they were still covered by their pants. You unbuttoned and unzipped your jeans. You smiled as the heavy fabric slid down your legs. It was amazing how fast a man moved when he thought some woman was going to suck his dick. By the time you had your jeans about your ankles both Steve and Bill had shed their pants and shorts. By the time you stepped out of your jeans, they were at your side, eager to help you remove your panties. You made only a half hearted attempt to resist as Bill lifted you up and Steve slid his hands down your hips, taking your panties down your legs as he went.

“Come on Anne!” you said as they set you down on your feet. Although her skirt wouldn’t have interfered the slightest bit with Larry’s ability to get at her pussy, with a wiggle of her hips, she had let it tumble to the floor. A slight flick of her left foot as she stepped out of it sent it flying off to the side where it would be out of the way. Although Bill’s hands were firmly on your waist, his eyes were glued to the sparse yellow patch above the junction of her legs. And while Larry had only gotten his shorts down as far as his knees, he was well on his way to ensure you had clear access to his large cock. Only the skinny brunette had not made the slightest move to get ready. Anne glowered at you.

“Okay,” you continued when Anne simply folded her hands across her chest, “Since Larry can’t eat you with your pants on, I win by default.” Anne opened her mouth to protest. Larry was quicker, pleading for her play and promising her that he would win. After muttering a couple more incoherent curses, Anne dropped her pants. She pulled down on the hem of her t-shirt as she removed her panties. It was a **** attempt to hide her tight hairless slit from view. It was also in vain.

“Since Bill and Steve have nothing to gain by this contest, they will act as judges.” you told the others, “They will give the signal to start. They will determine the winner and give her, or him, the prize. So…” You lifted the bottom of your t-shirt up over your head. When the rest of the garment followed, you reached around, behind you back, and started to unhook your bra. With his shorts already on the floor, it was a simple matter for Larry to hand them to Bill. After taking off her own sweater, Cindy motioned for Bill to help her take off her bra. When you at last managed to release your own 36D’s from their captor, you handed it to Steve. Finally everyone turned to Anne. Although she seemed to be just standing there defiantly, the appearance of first one strap and then the other indicated that she was working on it. Only when Anne slid it below the bottom of her t-shirt did she unsnap the bra. You were hardly disappointed that she hadn’t removed her t-shirt. After all, even when small like hers, bare boobs had an arousing effect on men.

“Since everyone appears to be ready,” Steve said as he took the intimate garment from the skinny brunette, “BEGIN!” Both you and Larry look around. It didn’t take you long to choose where to start. By the time you started forward, Larry was already on the move.