A Bet Ball-Juice and a Boat

A Bet, Ball-juice, and a Boat

Clark and I engaged in just about any challenge one could imagine. Sports. Contests of wills. Daring feats. You name it.

Bored with finding new dares Clark blurted out, "We should do one that includes our girlfriends. Like, who can last longer getting a blowjob."

I knew his mind, "You just want an excuse to get into my girl."

"Is it such a crazy idea? It's not like you don't want Nance."

"They would never go for it."

"I betcha they would."

Now he'd invoked the word 'bet'. I was intrigued, "What makes you think that?"

"Nance and Gemma are just as competitive as we are. And Nance wants to spice things up. So if I can get my girl on board yours will follow."

He had a point, "So, like a blowjob contest? 'Cause honestly, Gemma's not that good at it and I can last forever during one of her blowies."

"Well, firstly, it should be Nance sucking your dick, and she gives excellent head, even if it's not her favorite thing to do. But secondly, to get Nance to really buy in we just have to appeal to her special kink."

I raised one eyebrow, "And what is her kink?"

He evaded the question, "Do you like to eat pussy?"

"Yea, and Gemma loves to get it. How will that get them to commit?"

"OK, listen up, we're gonna eat the two girls, and being girls they won't cum in thirty seconds so it'll be a fair contest. But it's not about making them cum fast." He paused for a bit for dramatic effect, "The contest will be to see which of us can lick the longest."

"No problem. I could suck a puss for an hour."

"Oh, I don't mean like normal pussy eating. Ever heard of queening? Your girl's gonna sit on your face and smother you until you tap out. Give up too soon and you won't get to cum. Hold out too long and you'll suffocate."

What's to stop my girl from just taking it easy on me?"

He laughed, "OK, in that case, your girl will be riding me and Nance will be riding you. And that my dear friend is what will make Nance want to do it. For the spice of doing her favorite kink on a new man's face, AND competing with Gemma.

I smiled a wicked grin, "It just might work. We can do it Saturday night before the trip to the lake. Then I brought up the obligatory and most important part of a bet, "Now, whatta I get when I win?"

We had bet many things over the years but now that Pandora's sexual box was finally opened the wager he offered seemed fitting, "You mean when I win... When I win I will have humiliated you by proving that I can eat your girl's pussy better than you. So when I win you should be even more humiliated by having to give me a blowjob."

"I already told you I can eat pussy for hours. It's gonna be Nance forever comparing my amazing oral skills to your lame attempts. I'll definitely win. Not only will it be you blowing me, but you'll do it out on the boat in broad daylight."

"Deal."

"Deal."

A couple days later Clark texted me that he had presented his idea to Nance, "She's all ready to do it! And she says she'll have no trouble convincing Gemma."

"Really? How so?"

The same way we convinced Nance - by appealing to Gemma's secret kink."

"Gemma doesn't have any secret kink."

"She sure does. Though it wouldn't be a secret if you knew it. But Nance says the girls share every little thought with each other."

"What is it?"

"She won't say. But I guess we're gonna find out Saturday."

I started really thinking about Nance's body. I was gonna get to see her naked! I opened up Gemma's photo album and looked at pictures of Nance. Pictures of her in leggings. Pictures of her in a bikini. Any picture that would feed my imagination.

And boy did they! She had small tits compared to Gemma's big knockers. But then again, Gemma's sagged. However, as a positive, she had a tight small ass. I'd never had a girl queen me before, but contrary to what a lot of other guys seem to want in a queen, I didn't want big buns to envelope my whole face.

I became obsessed. All day long I'd be thinking about licking her pussy. Then I'd have to go rub one out. I even texted Clark, "Does Nance shave or is she natural?"

He never questioned my interest, "She's trimmed. Delightfully furry. And its brown unlike the blonde up top. What about Gemma?"

Of course I shared too, "Cool. Gemma's totally bald. Better than shaved. She had it lasered off so there's never stubble."

Then he admitted what we both knew, "I can't wait to taste your girl."

"Me too!" He even confessed that he'd been holding off, abstaining in preparation for the big day. After that we talked about something else then hung up.

On Saturday Gemma and I felt awkward. She showered twice and changed her outfit three times before she asked, "Do you think Clark is gonna like me - down there?"

"Oh baby, you got nothing to worry about. He already knows you're smooth and he says he can't wait."

She slapped my arm, "You told him!?"

"You know he's gonna see, er, feel, for himself in about an hour!" She couldn't look me in the eyes just then. "Besides, you tell Nance everything." Then she shot me a guilty glare. I pushed it, "Speaking of which, what's your secret kink?"

"I need my earrings from the bathroom."

I followed her there, "Come on. Tell me." She blushed and buried her face in her hands, "I can't." But she kissed my cheek, intentionally copying my words from a minute earlier, "Your gonna see, er, feel, for yourself in about an hour." And she laughed somehow both nervously and evilly.

When Nance opened the door to let us into her apartment Clark was already there, "If it isn't James, my boat buddy. It's not so much that I'm gonna be happy when I win, but you're gonna be very unhappy when you lose."

"You got that right. It's all about you losing." I was all bravado, but really I just couldn't take my eyes off Nance's crotch knowing it would soon be more than a feast for just my eyes.

The girls traded glances, "What did you two bozos bet this time?"

Simultaneously Clark and I both blurted out, "He's gonna blow me on the boat tomorrow."

If that wasn't enough of a jinx both girls then said, "You mean I won't have to?"

Gemma got feisty, "I'm really going to love seeing Clark sucking my boyfriend's cock."

Nance offered her own retort, "No. I'm the one who's really gonna enjoy seeing James be a cocksucker to my boyfriend's really big cock."

Just then the timer dinged and the pizza was ready. But all through dinner the two girls were cold toward each other. Finally Gemma spilled, "I don't like that she called my boyfriend a cocksucker!"

Clark tried to ease the way, "Hey, whichever of us becomes the cocksucker it's all fine. We'll just pay the bet and move on, right James?"

"Of course, it won't mean we're gay or anything. It's just a bet. Probably no worse than when Clark lost a bet last year and had to trim my toenails."

Both girls made a disgusted face and an "Eeeww!" Then they agreed that as much as they didn't like blowjobs the toe thing was worse.

It was Clark who broke the silence, "Do you really want to see James, er, one of us, suck the other off?"

They hooted and high fived and generally acted excited. Then Nance added, "Absolutely! And swallow. It'll be so hot I might have to jump Clark's boner right after. Well, unless he wins, then he'll be all spent, even if he does think he's Superman. She looked right at my mouth as she said it. Clark was right about her being competitive.

I turned to Gemma, "You, you think it's hot too?"

"So hot that anytime you blow Clark I'll lick your balls the next time I give you a blowjob."

"Wow. That's really saying something. Losing might not be that bad. Not that I'm gonna lose."

Then Nance asked me, "What if I make you lose?"

Clark nudged her, "You gotta play fair. Them's the rules. And the rules are inviolable."

It was Gemma who asked, "To be fair...don't both of us girls have to try our hardest to make our queening partner lose?" And we all saw the truth of it.

After that the girls were friendly and cozy again. Too cozy. In fact, they seemed to be concocting some scheme together.

Post dinner, with shaky hands and a nervous voice Clark declared, "I guess it's time to get started."

Nance took charge, "You two lie down side by side right here."

Gemma wanted more, "Don't forget to strip first." I was petrified to lay it all bare in front of Nance. What if Clark really did have a huge cock and she thought mine was small? Except that I've seen Clark naked before. Not erect, but I think I would know. I took a deep breath then ripped off my T and shorts. We were then both naked in front of both girls. Nance didn't even seem to notice or care. On the other hand, Gemma came over for a closer look.

Unexpectedly, she grabbed both our dicks and started commenting. At first I felt a strange pang of jealousy which made little sense considering what we were about to do. Then I was sure she was going to notice one of us was bigger. Surreptitiously, I examined Clark's penis, then looked back at mine. Then I saw him doing the same thing before I measured his visually yet again. To my mind we were twins.

But girls are odd creatures. She brushed Clark's face gently, "Look at how Olive his complexion is." Then she brought her hand back to his penis. "And see how dark this dick is." Next she brushed my face. I recoiled a little as I realized she was rubbing my face with the hand that had been on Clark's moist member. "While your complexion is kinda pink, but your little friend is so ruddy." I hated that she called it little in front of Clark and Nance. I hated that she was handling his manhood. And somehow I was sure she was saying that olive dicks were better than pink ones.

She pulled our two peni together so they were lined up and touching. Was the little stirring I felt because our dick skin was in contact, or the natural reaction to a woman's hand fondling me? I fought it. All she said was, "Fascinating."

We lied down on the carpet about two feet apart so our thighs wouldn't touch. We had some things to hammer out, "Time to set the rules."

Clark started, "Each girl queens the other guy. If he can't hold his breath and taps out he loses. And the last man to cum sucks dick." Then he mocked me, "Or if he doesn't cum at all while she's riding his face he'll still be a cocksucker." What I never mentioned was my secret weapon, when I used to swim I'd practiced holding my breath and was pretty good at it.

I stared right at Nance, "Oh, I'll be coming just fine." I had been imagining how this would play out for days, "She should do it reverse cowgirl." They all agreed.

Clark mentioned a couple more rules, "The girls can be as brutal as they want with the facesitting but if her guy actually passes out then that's total victory for the guy."

Nance was the one who feared taking it too far, "Meaning?"

He thought on the fly, "Meaning he, no, both guys, get to have her sexually in any way shape or form immediately upon recovering."

Gemma piped up then, "And if the girl has an orgasm it's an automatic win for her."

Nance continued, "We need to tie them up."

I questioned that, "What? Why?"

"So you don't touch us. I didn't come here to be groped by my friend's boyfriend."

I had more of a statement than a question, "THAT'S what you're worried about?"

Gemma bit her lip, "We didn't bring any rope."

But the ever foolish Clark had a solution, "Just use our belts." And in a minute our hands were strapped to our sides."

I glared at the two girls impatiently, "It's your turn to get naked." They did it reluctantly with some encouragement, "Tops too. Since I'm gonna get 'tortured' I should at least see some bodacious boobies."

When they were nude I declared, "Wow! Nance, I'm floored at how beautiful your titties are." Then it occurred to me that Gemma wouldn't like it if I paid too much attention to Nance. "I mean you both have fantastic breasts. Different, but equally great."

"You really think my little mosquito bites are as good as Gemma's jugs?" She seemed incredilous.

"Well, first of all, they're hardly mosquito bites. You've got a perfect size to cup with my hands. If I weren't tied up my hands would be taking the place of a B cup bra right now. Maybe a C cup even."

"That's exactly why your hands are tied."

I teased with a secret hope, "They'd be a perfect mouthful too."

Our hot babes seemed uncertain how to start until they whispered together before kneeling between our legs. Clark was overexcited, "You're not gonna blow us? Are you?"

"Don't be silly. We just want to get you hard." Gemma started stroking my dong deftly while Nance pulled on Clark's with uncoordinated yanks. No wonder she was good at blowjobs.

Then my worst nightmare took shape, "I think Clark's IS bigger. Just like I said."

The girls were competing again, "Only by a half inch. Maybe only a quarter inch." Gemma squeezed my base tight, "Actually, I bet they're the same size."

Clark couldn't let that go, "It's a bet then! If we're not the same size you two girls do a sixty-nine tomorrow."

Gemma balked, "I'm not doing that! But I'd like to get my lips on Nance's perfect mouthfuls tomorrow."

Clark and I jumped at it, "Deal!" We both said.

Nance was dumfounded, "I can't believe everyone likes my tiny tits so much." We all three agreed how perfect they were. "Awww, this is gonna go to my head. I feel so...appreciated."

But then she was off to get a ruler.

I dreaded getting measured. But I WAS tied up. And if I objected it would only prove I thought I was smaller. I'm pretty sure Gemma cheated in my favor when she measured us. And as much as I wanted to see the girls together I didn't want to give Clark any ammunition to tease me forever onward.

With her newfound confidence Nance climbed on top of Clark's stiff pole and started pumping her pussy up and down on it. A second later Gemma was impaled on mine.

By far Nance had the better ass of the two, "If my hands weren't bound I'd reach over and rub your buns right now, Nance." She ate up the compliment so I got bold, "But what I really want to do is stick my finger in it."

Clark chimed in, "I've always wanted to do that, Nance."

She was facing the other way but I'm sure she was grinning widely, "Tell you what Clark, as a consolation prize, if you lose, the next time we do doggy you can do just that." And she leaned forward giving us guys a much better view of her cute starfish. I could also see white frothy streaks coating Clark's cock as it pushed her cunt lips wide apart.

Then something horrible dawned on me. "Hey! Clark's dick is fouling up the pussy I'm gonna eat!"

Gemma laughed, "That's not all that's gonna be fouling her pussy. You guys are always wanting us to eat your spooge. Well, guess what you're gonna eat today?"

"I yelled out, "Don't do it buddy. Don't cum."

Clark moaned, "Too late." I saw his cock pulsing cum into Nance's cunt. Like, lots of pulses. I saw a little of the white cream get squeezed out too, and knew it was a worst case scenario.

Gemma tugged on my nuts the way she does and I couldn't hold back, "If I've gotta eat it then so do you, Clark."

Nance stayed completely still, plugged, holding it all in. Gemma did the exact same thing and it was then that I knew that the devious wenches had planned it.

Without lifting off, Nance turned to Clark, "Thanks baby. I owe you."

"Wait! You're in on it. You knew all along what our lying girlfriends were gonna do to us?"

Gemma feigned sweetness, "We never lied. And we've seen you two make enough bets to know that the rules allow for secret information."

Nance couldn't hold back any longer, "And now you know what her secret kink is, James. Creampies!"

I turned to Clark, "And you're good with this? What did she promise you?"

"Let's just say my finger isn't the only thing going up her back door."

I begged Gemma, "I should get that too."

You never made a wager for it like Clark did. And it's NOT gonna happen."

I was curious, "What did he bet?"

"Oh, he bet he could get you to eat Nance's cum sodden cunt."

"So I'm getting the worst of everything and none of the good stuff?"

"Aw don't be so glum, darling, I might lick your balls if Nance can beat you before I beat Clark."

Clark, refuted her tought, "What makes you think either of you can beat us? If we both cum without tapping out then we both beat you."

Gemma gave her two cents, "Firstly, you have a whole lot less virility than you think you have. I'm willing to agree to those terms - as part of a new contest. After all, not only did you both just cum, but your hands are tied."

I tried hard to turn it around for myself, "How about this, suck our dicks while you ride our faces, and whoever cums gets his girfriend's anal passage. But if Clark fails to cum then he loses the previously promised butt fuck."

Clark hated the idea, "Wait! I've already won my prize. With that plan I can only lose while James can only win."

But Gemma had a counteroffer, "Us girls will only jerk you guys off. If Clark fails to cum he loses his prize. But if he does cum he gets to add butt stuff to the regular list of things he and Nance do together. Meanwhile, if James cums he can have my ass one time. But if he fails he has to show us girls how good a cocksucker he is once a month."

This turned out to be the perfect compromise as no one loved it but also no one totally hated it. It was discussed a little more then accepted by the group.

Nance was first to speak up, "I'm ready..." She giggled, "...like all filled up. Are you ready to be queened, James?

Gemma didn't wait for me to answer, "If he shrinks any more I'm gonna lose some of his gift to Clark. Let's just ride their faces right now."

Nance synchronized their efforts, "One, two, three, pinch." And I saw both girls pull off while simultaneously pinching their pussies shut.

Like watching a car crash, I couldn't remove my eyes from Nance's furry pussy as she scrambled to move over to me as fast as she could. From my left I heard Clark, "Whoa, there's so much." That was followed by a muffled end to whatever he would have said next.

Suddenly Nance planted her puss on my mouth before I even knew what was coming. She was hot - I mean like steaming. I've never really noticed a pussy to feel warm like that. Was it her? Was she just turned on? Maybe it was the fucking? I didn't even want to consider that it might be Clark's cum.

Her pussy covered my mouth completely and started profusely dripping and leaking immediately. I knew it was mostly Clark's cum and if I lost I would just be getting more of the same on a regular basis. Except it would be straight from the tap and I didn't really want a dick in my mouth. This had to be the worst bet I'd ever made.

I just needed to pretend all the juice was Nance's wetness and force myself to enjoy this. Finally getting at Nance's twat should be sufficiently arousing to make me cum a second time.

As a mental mantra I told myself, "It's girl cum. It's girl cum. It's girl cum."

To my left my babe was telling Clark, "For my first time giving a creampie James sure did leave you a lot. I'm so glad Nance turned me on to this." The way Clark was spluttering and choking it must've been true.

Above me Nance wasn't moving. She had her chair and seemed content to settle in. Then she shifted a little, "Oh man, here comes a big one." It was as if her pussy hiccuped and a great glob oozed out into my mouth. There was no more telling myself it was girl cum.

Choking like Clark, I shifted my mental mindset, "I love Nance's pussy. It's so great a little cum makes no difference." Then I reached my limit for holding my breath. My happy thought was that if I passed out I could escape all the consequences of my bet gone bad.

My chest was heaving of its own accord and unfortunately Nance took that a a sign to let up. When she did I actually could see the pearly white streams of spunk, leaving zero room for denial. It wasn't a little cum - it was a record setting four day load.