Page 86 of Single Girl Rules: Auctioned

“I guess that means this size contest is officially over,”said Anthony. He held his hand out for Maeve.

“Size contest?” asked the squad leader. “Mind if we measurein?”

Yes.I minded very much. But it would have been verypoor etiquette to deny his request. “Sure thing.”

“Measure in?” asked Anthony and Maeve at the same time.

“Yeah. If they’re bigger than you, they get to join.”

Anthony shook his head. “Hell no.”

“You can’t really say no. Single Boy Rule #24: If a boy interruptsa size contest, you must let him measure in.” As always, I realized that theSingle Boy Rules were right again. If I didn’t let Maeve warm up with a smallercock, I might have torn the poor girl in two.

Anthony laughed. But when we all just stared at him, he clearedhis throat. “Wait, you’re serious?”

I nodded. “Yup. But I’ll tell you what. I just got some greatnews, so I’m feeling generous. And this whole thing is about your weddingvenue. So if you want, we can settle this with a classic Uskavian weddingceremony.”

“Uskavian?”

“Yeah. From the Kingdom of Uskavia. Very small country. Mostpeople don’t even know about it. But you don’t need a geography lesson. What’simportant is their wedding ceremony. It’s pretty traditional, but the twist isthat the bride measures all the groomsmen. And if at least half of them arebigger than the groom, then they get to fuck her. In our little mock wedding,these five guards will be your groomsmen.”

“So if I’m bigger than at least three of them, we’re done?” askedAnthony.

“Correct.” I turned to Maeve. “Also, if Anthony loses, you’llbe my personal maid until your wedding day. Which, to be clear, means I’ll fuckyou whenever I please.”

Maeve gulped.

“So what do you say?”

“Let’s do it.”

“What?” asked Anthony. “You’re seriously considering this?”

“Would you rather me get impaled by that?” She gestured to myhuge cock. “This is our way out. You got unlucky with Mr. King. The odds ofthree of those guards being bigger than you are basically zero.”

“We have a deal?” I asked.

“Yup.” Maeve shook my hand. “Set it up.”

Done.

I got dressed while the guards gathered some furniture and flowersto make it feel wedding-y. Meanwhile, Maeve grabbed her sarong and ducked intoa bathroom to fix her wedding look.

In just under two minutes, all the guys were standing on thealtar – me at the center, Anthony on my left, and the five guards next to himas his groomsmen.

The squad leader hit a button on his phone and wedding musicstarted playing.

Maeve walked out of the bathroom. All she’d done for herwedding dress was wrapped her sheer sarong around her waist and pulled herbikini top back into place.

And honestly…it kind of worked. The only thing weird about itwas that the sarong tied in the front, so it left her pussy exposed. So it lookedimbalanced with her tits covered.

She must have agreed with me, because she took one step, lookedin the mirror, and then pushed her top off her tits.

Good girl.

“Why’d you take your tits out?” whispered Anthony when shegot to the altar.

“It looks weird to have them covered when my cooch is out. Andanyway…when you win, it’ll just make your groomsmen that much more jealous thatI’m all yours.” She squeezed his hands and then took her place across from himat the altar.

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