The Competition

Your body is sandwiched between two hot cheerleaders, your hands caress their curves, and each of these two beauties wants to be your girlfriend. It is the dream of any teenager boy, but it happens in reality, not in a dream.

"So, you both think I must make choose, yes?" You speak in thought. "But do I have to make a choice right now? The Competition sounds much better, in my opinion. Are you agree?"

Girls hesitate with the answers and you add:

"If one of you refuses, then the second wins."

The girls responded in unison:

"I agree, darling."

"I agree, lover."

The girls exchanged angry glances and Taylor asked:

"What will be the competition?"

"Oh, nothing special." You sound light-hearted. "The competition starts tomorrow morning and lasts five days. Show yourself in all yours glory and in the end we'll see which of you deserves to be my girlfriend."

"You already know what I'm capable of and I don’t see the point in this competition, because the winner is obvious." Cherilynne tries to change your mind. "But I will participate to bring you satisfaction."

"You're so self-assured, babe. I like it, but big tits and skillful pussy are needed to win the competition, but they are not enough."

Encouraged by your answer, Taylor asks you:

"Do you want fair competition?" After your nod, she finishes. "You improved Cherilynne's body, and she has an advantage. And this isn’t fair."

"I paid for it! Don’t try to get the same for free, bitch."

"You're right." You're wanted to stop the controversy, but each girl thinks that you agree with her and Cherilynne says:

"That's it, bitch." Her tongue caresses your ear. "I knew that you would support me."

"Stop, calm down. I meant that both of you are right. Cherilynne does have an advantage, but she paid full price for it. So, Taylor, you can equalize your chances, if you want. But you must pay the equal price."