Girl Scout Camp/Let's have a contest
From Create Your Own Story
“It does sound like you have quiet the competitive spirit,” you say. “Why not have a contest right now?”
“Sure,” Anne says eagerly.
Sandy gives her an odd glance and then asks, “What kind of contest?”
“You were first, Sandy,” you begin, “but which if you is better?”
“Definitely me,” Anne asserts. “After all, Justin stayed with me for three months.”
“That’s because I dumped him,” Sandy retorts.
You interrupt the girls, “Justin isn’t here and this isn’t about him. It’s about you.”
Sandy scoffs, “And I suppose you want to be the judge?”
Anne seems excited by the idea, “Why not? Maybe you’ll believe me now.”
“And how do you suggest we do this?” Sandy continues dubiously. “We both fuck him and ask him who was better?”
“Why ask him?” Anne says. “First one to make him come wins.”
You sit there in disbelief as the idea that you tried to plant in their minds is growing out of control. You row the boat to a small island in the middle of the lake.
Anne continues dictating the rules. “We’ll take turns fucking him for one minute each.”
The three of you get out of the boat and you spread a towel out on the beach. “Who’s first?” you ask. “Rock-Paper-Scissors?” suggests Sandy.
“Sure,” Anne agrees. Looking at you, she instructs, “Take off your pants and sit on the blanket.”
You follow their instructions. Looking up, Sandy as a defeated look on her face as Anne comes towards you. “Ready?” she asks.
But not to you apparently. “Go,” Sandy says, holding a watch to time your minute.
Anne slides the bikini bottom down her legs and sits in your lap. She wastes no time in grinding her pussy against your cock as her lips find yours. Her movements are very rough and aggressive, as if speed and friction are the answers to everything.
Your hands unclasp the tie at the back of Anne’s top and cup her tits. She leans her weight into you, forcing you to support her body by her tits. She continues to rut against you.
Anne quickly lifts herself up and holds your cock up. She impales herself on your member, sliding your full length inside her in one stroke. You both gasp at the penetration, but Anne quickly recovers and starts bouncing up and down on your cock.
Your hands move to hold her butt, hoping to gain some control over her pace. You see her tits bouncing up and down. Her pigtails match, looking like little wings flapping on her head.
“Time’s up,” Sandy calls out.
Anne slides down one last time and then gets off. “Next time,” she promises you.
Now it’s Sandy’s turn. She walks with a more sensual pose over towards the blanket. She stands before you and places your hands on her hips. You take the hint and peel the suit off her bottom. Then Sandy straddles your lap, similar to Anne.
Sandy leans in for a kiss. Unlike Anne’s, there is no urgency from her. Her lips softly play over yours and her tongue interacts with your mouth only when invited. Her pussy moves over your cock in a controlled, relaxed pace.
Your hands move to free her tits. Sandy’s sag a little more but are nicely shaped. She gives your hands access to caress them as she continues her kiss.
Sandy reaches down between you and runs her hand over your cock. She slowly pushes your member inside her. You can feel that she is wetter than Anne as well as tighter. Maybe the stories about Anne getting around aren’t an exaggeration.
It takes several thrusts before you are full inside Sandy’s pussy. Both of you move in an easy, sensual pace. It feels like her pussy ripples around your cock as you slide in and out. It feels like you’ve just begun when you hear Anne call “Time” and Sandy is forced to withdraw from your embrace.
You can tell that you probably can’t make it another two minutes with these girls so you consider who you want to win.
