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Let the Games Begin

By: nuauthor



Mark came in from work and the first thing he noticed was music; the blues, rhythmic, and somewhat sensual. A glance in the room reveals nothing, so he slowly proceeds through the house. He sees her now, in the kitchen; her back is turned and she is attempting to reach something on the upper shelf of an opened cabinet. Her body is stretched to its limits, the muscles firm and taunt; but the first thing he notices is THAT skirt: jet black, very tight, and extremely short. Immediately he begins to awaken. 

His mind full of images, Mark decides to sneak up behind her and place his hand under that skirt. He wants to surprise her, cause her to jump and fall back against him. He longs to see her blush when she brushes against his semi erect penis. He lightly crosses the floor, not wanting his footfalls to echo against the ceramic tile beneath him. Ever so slowly he reaches his hand between her legs and surprises his self with the realization she has nothing on under THAT skirt.

He is keenly aware that she has planned this...and in an instant he is fully erect. Debbie turns and her smile says it all. He wraps her in his arms and immediately begins nibbling on her neck, behind her ears, all those spots he knows so well. The spots that cause her to at first giggle, then squirm, and later...yes,...well,...he knows what happens then too. Debbie is delighting in his attention, relishing the moment, and within seconds she is no stranger to the hardness of his stiff cock pressing against her abdomen. This is what she had in mind all along and at that moment they both know it.

Mark pulls back and smiles at her, taking in the devilish sparkle he sees in her eyes; then shifts his gaze downward at the hardness of her nipples straining against the thin material covering them. He notes that she has left very little up to the imagination. Debbie reaches out and begins to slowly unbutton his shirt. Sliding it off of him, her hands fluttering across his chest, she places soft kisses down his neck and across his shoulders. Mark closes his eyes and begins to breathe deeply, relaxing to her touch. Suddenly she bites down playfully against his collarbone, sending a current running through the entire length of his body. Instantly Mark snaps out of his sleep. This will not be one of those slow quiet times; this is going to get wildly passionate.

He retaliates by attempting to pin her against the counter; but she quickly spins to the right, reminding him of a receiver attempting to continue his run down field. But, Mark likes this game and he is good at it; thus Debbie is flattened against the refrigerator in an instant. His hands are gripped tightly around her wrists, and his body is pressed firmly up against her, pinning her to the cool stainless steel surface. Immediately she realizes that she does not have the strength or the leverage to regain her freedom, so she simply smiles as if to say…"I give up now."

"What are you going to do now, Deb?" He asks with a grin. 

She continues to blush, flustered by not knowing what her next move should be. Mark laughs as he brings her arms up over her head, careful not to lose his grip. She may not be fighting now, but he knows her well enough to admit that relaxing his grip would result in resuming the chase. He has the upper hand and he does not want to lose it. Once her wrists are side by side against each other, he quickly grabs them both with his left hand. As expected she tried to slip away during his transfer, but Mark held tight and her attempts failed. Again, he laughs.

"C'mon, Deb, you know you can't fight me." 

She knows he is right.

His right hand free, he pushes her skirt up over her hips. She knows what he is about to do and lets out this long, low moan in anticipation. 

"Oh, you know this is what you want." He whispers in her ear. 

She tries once more to pull free and fails. He laughs and reaches his free hand down to feel her pussy. She clinches her legs together as tightly as she possibly can in defiance. 

"So you want to play rough, huh?" He asks. 

This time it is Debbie that laughs. Mark places his foot between hers and presses his knee in between her thighs. It takes little force for his strong leg to part hers.

"See how easy that was?" He boasts. "What are you going to do now, Deb?"

Once again, he places his hand between her legs. She wildly thrashes her hips, attempting to keep a moving target. His voice low, he leans in and whispers, 

"You're just making me harder, you know." 

Probing, he spreads her lips and realizes just how wet she has become. Two of his fingers quickly and easily slide into her, his thumb automatically coming to rest on her swollen clit.

"You like this, I can tell. You're so hot, so wet, I can even smell you." He whispers. "Why do you want to fight me when it feels so good?"

Debbie relaxes to the pleasure of his touch, throwing her hips forward and rubbing against his engorged cock. Mark realizes that the swelling in his pants has become so great it is beginning to hurt. He makes a decision and once again whispers in her ear. 

"If I let you loose are you going to run?" 

She refuses to answer. 

"Debbie, promise me you won't run." He demands. 

She promises.

He is keenly aware that she is lying. But it is part of the game and they both love the game. Mark hesitates momentarily and continues to hold her hands above her head, his bare chest pressing against her, while his right hand plays with the lovely wetness between her legs. Eventually he brings up his right hand to lick the fingers that were just buried deep inside her. Her taste is wonderful and his lust continues to grow. 

"Baby, you taste so good." he starts, "Now, if I let go, you promise not to run, right?" 

"I promise" she lies. 

Mark could care less. Let the game continue. Still holding her hands above her head, he leans forward and kisses her. She can just barely taste herself on his lips and she gets just a little bit wetter. As they kiss, he lets go of her hands. Immediately he goes for her breasts and pinches the hardened nipples through the sheer material of her blouse. He feels her hands go directly for the waistband of his pants and the throbbing in his cock escalates with the promise of freedom. 

Without warning, she pushes against his hips with all her might, breaking their kiss, and forcing him off balance. He turns to see her running, skirt still pushed up over her ass, her cheeks exposed for his enjoyment. As she rounds the corner of the doorway, he takes off after her. By now Debbie has reached the stairway at the end of the hall and is descending the steps two at a time. He knows she is heading towards the game room and begins closing in. Mark finally catches up and reaches out just in time to grab her around the waist, picking her up off of her feet.

She begins to squirm and kick as he carries her over to the couch. Mark tosses her down a little less than gently, as is done when playing the game, then sits straddling her belly to keep her from going anywhere. 

"Deb!" Mark commands as he attempts to catch his breath, "You promised!" 

Still kicking and arms flailing, she pretends not to hear. He quickly grabs her arms and once again gathers them up in one hand above her head. Debbie looks up from her trapped position and gives him a lustful smile. She is pleased, and it is evident this is what she wanted all along. 

The room is quiet except for the sounds of their heaving chests, almost in time with the other. They pause for a moment to catch their breath. She can see the outline of his hard cock straining to be released from the confines of his pants. Her smile grows as she moistens her lips with the tip of her pink tongue. Mark's lust is growing and he is determined to have her. They both know that this is what the game is all about. With his free hand he removes his belt. 

Making a loop at the end, he wraps it around her wrists and then secures the loose end to the open rail on the arm of the couch. She tests her tether to find that her arms are quite secure. With that out of the way, he begins to unbutton her sheer blouse and expose the lovely pert breasts for his personal viewing pleasure. He then raises himself up off of her belly and slowly unzips the skirt, slides it down over her long lovely legs, and leaves her lying there on the couch exposed and vulnerable. 

In an attempt to provoke him, she raises her voice as if in anger. 

"Well! Mark! Now what? Is this it? Is this the best you can do? Are you just going to leave me here like this?" 

He stands and begins to remove his pants. 

"OH! NO! You're not getting off that lucky. Just leave you here? I don't think so." Mark replied. "After all, Deb, you promised!" 

She watches as he tosses his pants across the room and notices the faint spot of dampness forming on his tented boxers. As he lowers his boxers and exposes his thick, hard cock, he slowly smiles. Looking her straight in the eyes, he continues, "No, Deb, this time you are going to give me everything I want. Anything and everything, without question. Have I made myself clear?"

Mark lowers himself back into place over her belly, his heavy balls resting on her stomach. He strokes his cock once, producing a large drop of precum on the tip. He moves forward shoving it into her face. 

"Here, Deb, lick that off for me." He commands. 

She gives him an evil grin in defiance, and makes no move to do as he asks. So he places a hand behind her head to hold her steady and takes his cock and rubs the drop across her lips. She frowns and squirms beneath him. 

"Well, if you want to play that way……." He says with a grin.

Mark slides back and leans closely to Debbie's hard exposed nipples. He takes one between his lips and flicks it gently with his tongue. Suddenly he stops, gazes down into her face and says,

"Oh, I forgot, you don't want to play nice today!" 

With that he leans forward again, this time pinching her nipple between his teeth and pulling back until it pulls free of his grip. She squirms in delight and he watches in amazement as her nipples seem to grow harder still. He repeats the process with her other breast and slowly begins to move down her body.

As he moves past her navel and towards her hips she begins to forget about the game. She is engrossed in the sensation of his touch; the kissing, the licking, and the quivers produced as he bites down just hard enough to bring a flush of color to her skin. As he continues his journey, Mark arrives to find her legs slightly parted, her scent intoxicating and her wetness obvious. Yes, she has been enjoying the game. He spreads her legs wide and runs his tongue along the full length of her; beginning at her puckered little asshole and finishing with her hard little clit. A long, low, moan escapes her lips as he sucks her swollen clit up between his lips. He can feel her raise her hips up to meet him, arching her back in ecstasy. Suddenly he stands defiantly,

"Oh! No, Deb! Not for you! Not right now! You did not keep your promise! It's my turn now!"

Mark grabs her legs and twists her around so that her hips are at the edge of the cushion, her feet on the floor. He kneels on the floor between her legs, spreading her lips wide and takes in her beauty. He cannot help himself, and takes the opportunity to slide his tongue over her, licking deeply, one last time. Pulling back, he raises his head and points his massive cock at her wet slit. Taking himself in his hand, he runs the head of his dick all around in her wetness, rubbing hard against her clit, up and down her dripping pussy. They are both breathing hard as he finally drives the full length of himself deeply within her in one swift stroke, his balls slapping against her ass as he does.

A sudden gasp escapes her body as he plows himself deep within her. He remains there momentarily, eyes closed and motionless, enjoying the warm wetness clamped around his cock. As he opens his eyes, a playful grin slowly spreads across his face; he withdraws slowly, watching as the entire length of his manhood magically appears. As he slams himself deeply back into her hot wet pussy, she cries out a second time. Once buried, he grinds himself against her mound, causing his furry balls to rub in tight concentric circles against her ass. 

Inhaling deeply, she raises her hips slightly, opening her legs even further allowing him to place his palm flatly against her abdomen. The pressure he applies causes her muscles to tighten and he moans. That is her cue and she contracts intentionally, squeezing hard, attempting to pull him in even further. He places his thumb firmly over her clit and begins to rub. Within minutes, their pace has been set and he takes in the view before him. He is moving slowly and deliberately now, not wanting this moment to end anytime soon.

His touch is skilled, and she cannot prevent her body from extending into an arch. He enjoys watching her now; head thrown back, lips slightly parted, her hips slowly gyrating in rhythm with him. He continues to watch himself move in and out of her and it is exciting him beyond description; he increases the pressure of his thumb against her clit, speeding up his movements, causing her to spasm uncontrollably. She cries out and suddenly begins to fight the restraint he has placed around her wrists. She has this desperate need to free herself, it borderlines on panic and he senses this. 

The sensation of her pending orgasm, combined with the visual image before him is overwhelming and he is quick to pull out. He does not want to cum just yet. Mark leans forward to whisper in her ear. 

"It's okay. Relax. Just take a deep breath." He coos as he gently strokes her hair. 

After a minute he begins tracing her face with his fingers and placing soft kisses on her neck, on her shoulders, finally traveling down to her breasts. 

"Please let me go." She begs. "I promise to be good." "Really, I swear! I promise!"

He slowly works his way back up to her ear and whispers, 

"I don't know if I should trust you." 

With that he reaches his hand back down between her legs, inserting two fingers slowly into her, his thumb once again resting on her clit. Instantly he can feel her muscles tense, and he smiles.

"Oh, god! Please! Mark! I swear! Oh god! I swear!" She cries.

He playfully bites down against her shoulder and she shudders. Again he works his way up to her ear. 

"Will you do anything I ask?" "Anything at all?" He asks.

"YES!" She cries, "I SWEAR! OH! GOD! I SWEAR!"

Mark pulls back, his face full of lust, and he smiles. 

"Let me think about it." He replies. 

Then he takes his engorged cock and swiftly enters her once again. Debbie screams.

He is fucking her harder now, and places his hands under her hips to lift her slightly higher. One of his fingers slides up her ass sending her into a frenzy. She is fighting her restraints again, begging him to stop, begging him not to stop. He continues to watch as wave after wave of orgasms rack her body. Mark can feel Debbie tensing as her wetness coats his cock, running down over his balls and onto his thighs. She is tugging at him and Mark pumps faster and faster into her. The sensations are intense, both physically and visually. He continues to take in the images before him. His cock appears, coated in their juices and then disappears as he drives back into her with all his might. He can no longer hold back and he thrusts deeply one last time, remaining buried within her as the orgasm takes over his body, his cock pumping its load inside of her. Debbie can feel his spasms and the thick cum shooting through her body, and cums once again.

Mark leaves his cock buried and leans up to kiss her, gently this time, and whispers in her ear, 

"Deb, slow down for a minute, catch your breath. I want you to listen carefully. Are you with me?" he asks. 

She is barely audible. "Yes." 

"Do you want me to let you go?" he asks. 

Her body is still tense, her breathing uneven, almost a pant. Debbie opens hers eyes slowly, weakly pleading with him, 

"Oh. God, yes! Please? Please, let me go Mark". 

She recognizes the lust-filled smile on his face. She knows that she started the game, but he is not ready to quit playing. 

He leans in to her once again, "And what is our deal, Deb? What do I get in return for letting you go?" 

Debbie takes a moment to think and almost whimpers as she says, "I will…. I will do anything…. anything you ask" 

As the words come forth, she can feel his cock jerk inside of her, and her mind races. She is at his mercy and can not help but wonder what he could possibly be thinking. 

"That's a good girl, Deb", he says, "Just don't forget your promise this time. You wouldn't want to end up like this again".

Mark leans back and slowly, almost painfully, and pulls his softening cock from her slit. He quietly moves to untie her hands. As he does this, he purposely stands so that his cock hangs freely in front of her face. She can see the shine of their juices covering him and smells the thick scent of sex surrounding it. Mark unties the belt from the couch, and slowly removes it from around her wrists and massages them a little. There are some red marks from where she had struggled earlier. He gently kisses each wrist and ensures that they are not too bad. When he releases her hands, she massages and inspects each one as well. She had not even realized how hard she had pulled against her tether.

Confident that she is alright, Mark returns to the game. Standing before her, he says, "Deb, you need to sit up." 

She moves into a seated position before him and he says, 

"Earlier I told you to remove a little precum from my cock and you wouldn't. Now, my dear, you are going to use your mouth to clean my well used cock" 

She had never taken him in her mouth after sex and was not too keen on the idea at all. Debbie began to protest. Mark cut her off in mid sentence, raising the belt to eye level and said, "Deb, don't tell me you are going to break your promise again." 

She was exhausted and knew that she could not put up another fight. She resigned herself to fulfilling her promise. "Anything he asks", she thought to herself, "what have I done?"

With that he moved closer to her, his cock starting to grow slightly with anticipation. Debbie could see the thick coating of sex enveloping his manhood and reluctantly parted her lips. Mark put his hands gently on the back of her head and guided her further forward until she had the head of his cock in her mouth. She began to suck gently. He could feel her tongue working tiny circles around the tip of his penis. He closed his eyes concentrating on the sensation. This is nice he thought. Debbie sensed his pleasure and began to excite at the thought of being able to excite him so soon afterwards. She began to work at it with a bit more enthusiasm, and soon found she enjoyed it more than she had imagined she would. 

She open wider taking more of his cum lathered cock into her mouth and began to run her hands over his balls, toying with his puckered up little asshole. A low moan escaped Mark's lips as he moved his hands down towards her breasts and began fondling them. He rolled her nipple between his thumb and index finger until it tightened into a hard knot. Mark placed his thumb over the knot and began to knead her breast into her chest muscle, allowing it to spring back into shape before repeating the motion. Periodically he would pinch or pull at them just a little rough, as if to remind her that it was he who was in control of the game. Debbie's mouth and hands have the desired effect and before long his cock is almost back to its full stature. She is hungry now for the salty sweet taste of him. Mark pulls away and steps back.

"Alright," Mark orders, "Now you will lie back, spread your legs wide, and bring yourself to orgasm as I watch." 


Let The Games Begin



I am actually writing this story for several members of my actual harem of anal boy toys. I wrote it for them to see themselves as if it were happening to them from their point of view as well as from the point of view of those watching with me. Is it too confusing? When they read the story they got it no problem, but then again it was about them.

*

Well there they were all shaven and glistening with oil. I had chosen Eldiablo, Slkstk, Aqua and DaMan for this evening's festivity. Their cocks were hard and restrained. Their nipples were clamped and weighted. They were blind-folded and all of their asses are about to be filled with butt plugs that had plumage of the color of their host for the games.

My guests and I sit in the balcony looking down below at a maze that the sluts will run. It really is an elaborate room with traps and hazards (punishments), and rewards (pleasures) hidden along the paths. This game will take a full day to complete and the sluts will have to endure.

"Sluts assume the position." I say.

All of you bend over with your hands on your knees and four beautiful slave girls wearing cameras insert the lubed butt plugs into your assholes. They pull them in and out several times showing your hosts your beautifully dilated assholes. We applaud which signals the girls to insert and leave the five and a half inch plugs inside of your asses. 

Eldiablo has bright red (feather plumage) showing from his ass. Slkstk's is white; Aqua's is royal blue and DaMan's emerald green. You are made to get on your hands and knees. Each of you is lead to a small door that you must crawl through to enter the maze.

"You are going to enter the Maze of Exquisite Pain & Pleasure. The first one to reach the end of the maze will earn the pleasure of his choice. If you make a wrong turn you find either a pleasurable experience or a painful one. You must continue on to the end. If one does not make it then you all suffer a punishment before the winner can collect. When you hear the door close behind you, remove your blindfold and begin." With that the doors opened and you were all pushed through and a resounding click began the game.

You all removed your blind folds and took a look around. You saw doorways that had the color of your plumes above them. You all head towards your entrances at a run. 

"Eldiablo really wants the pleasure prize I see. Look at him running through the maze. I fear his enthusiasm is going to lead him down a wrong path." I say to his host.

Sure enough Eldiablo runs into what looks like a dead end. He turns to go the other way and a wall slides closed in front of him and the dead end wall behind him opens. The opening before him is pitch black and he is hesitant to enter. He is forced forward because the wall behind him moves and takes the place of the original wall. 

Eldiablo you move forward running your hands along the wall. Suddenly, large hands grab you and you're forced down to the floor and the butt plug is yanked roughly from your ass. Swiftly and suddenly a large paddle cracks across your ass. You cry out at the shock of it and then because the blows come faster and harder across your naked ass. You receive twenty blows in all. Your ass is on fire and you feel large hands roughly spread your cheeks and insert your butt plug again. You are pushed forward and a door slides open and you are pushed into a lighted corridor.

The other sluts stopped in their tracks when the screams started. They took pause to consider the turning corridors before them. Slkstk was new to all of this and he was uncomfortable with the plug in his ass. The clamps on his nipples were driving him mad when they swung around. He did not notice that a wall slid closed behind him as he came up to a dead end. He got ready to turn around when the wall moved open.

You cautiously stepped inside the dark room and the wall behind you cuts off your escape. Slkstk you are immediately grabbed by large hands and forced down on your hands and knees. The plug is eased out of your ass and is immediately replaced with a hot wet probing tongue. You moan loudly as you feel the tongue press deeper into your gaping hot hole. You shiver as you feel it slide in and out and you feel pre-cum ooze out of the tip of your dick. You feel soft licks on your cock's head and the restraint is removed. This person that has slid beneath you has your cock balls deep in their throat and the tongue in your ass has been joined with another and the two are dueling around and in your asshole. 

You are moaning and panting, "Yes, Yes, fuck yes!" and you cum hard.

The butt plug is gently re-inserted and the cock restraint is back in place. You are pushed forward to a sliding wall and pushed into the light of a new corridor. Your head is spinning and your ass is pulsating. You did not know something like that could feel so good. You hoped that all your wrong turns would be as pleasurable.

Aqua has been making good time through the maze I see. He has not run into any dead ends yet and is the first to reach the junction for the first third of the maze.

"Oh look dear, the royal blue team is in the lead and is closely followed by DaMan for the emerald green team." I say to their host.

"It looks like they are about to reach cock alley at the same time."

Aqua reaches the entrance first and the door slides shut behind him and DaMan is forced to take the other corridor. They can see each other through a clear divider between the corridors. They notice that the walls have five holes in them. Aqua's side has them at head level and DaMan's side has them at ass level. At the end of the each corridor there are two doors.

Suddenly a six inch cock appears at the first hole on each side and I make an announcement that only the two of them can hear.

"Well sluts you have made it to the first junction in good time. Now here is a little contest. You each will have to make five dicks cum; one of you with your mouth and the other with his ass. Each dick will be bigger and thicker as you progress. The first one to make all five dicks cum will get a shortcut to a greater lead in the maze and the other will be sent on a more treacherous path. There is a penalty if you touch your own dicks before the end. Go!"

Aqua you attack the first cock sucking for all you are worth trying to milk the cock quickly. You concentrate on the just the head. A panel opens on either side of your head and holds your head into place fucking your mouth and making you deep throat the cock before you. This causes your pace to be slower and you have to work your mouth and throat more than just being able to bob your head.

On the other side, DaMan you have pulled your plume out of your ass and you've backed up onto the lube covered six inch dick in the wall. Your ass is already open so, slam back onto it working your ass in a circular motion as you ride slowly then faster while you tighten your grip with your asshole. You can feel the cock in your ass starting to swell after ten minutes and you know that he is close. You are breaking out in sheen of sweat. You notice Aqua is now on cock number two as you feel hot seed spurt in your ass.

You quickly move over to dick number two and it's thicker and seven inches, an inch longer. You slam back fucking yourself like crazy, clamping down hard to milk that cock into your ass. You are rewarded in five minutes feeling hot man juice coat your insides, but you yourself need to cum badly. You move onto the next cock and it's thicker and eight inches.

Aqua your sucking technique starts to change. You are sucking hard on the upstroke but allowing your face and throat to be fucked on the down stroke. Just like dick number one the hands on the side of your head hold you in place forcing you to swallow the heavy load. Your jaws are starting to ache as you approach third dick and it's thicker and longer than the last. You didn't think you'd ever be made to be a cum-slut but here you are sucking your third dick and it tastes even better than the first two. You want to savor the flavor but you have to beat DaMan. You can't believe how tight his ass must be to have made that last dick cum so fast. This dick allows you to suck him off the way you want and hard and fast works as your mouth is yet again filled with hot salty sweet cum. 

"You would think that sucking dick would make Aqua a winner but look at DaMan work that ass. They were almost neck and neck but he just finished off another one. Oh shit, he's on the last cock. My goodness Mistress how big is that last cock?" DaMan's host asked me.

"It's twelve inches and almost three around."

"Look at his face. Look at the beautiful lust on his face. He looks dizzy with all of that cock going into his cum filled ass. He looks like he has to cum so bad."

"That he does. That he does." I laugh mercilessly.

"Aqua seems to be losing momentum with that ten inch cock, the fourth one. Ah, he's changing up and using his hands more with that one. Good for him but not good enough I suspect though." I say to his host.

Daman you need to cum so badly that you have tears running down your face. The dick is so thick and feels so good going deep in you and you want to savor it. Suddenly two panels open on the sides of your hips. They grip your waist and slam you back harder and deeper. One hand snakes around and removes your cock restraint and jerks you off. You cum and you cum hard splattering the clear divider and milking your last dick of it's cum. You fall forward on your hands and knees shaking and breathing hard.

"Well done green slut! Your cock hungry ass has made you the winner." 

The door on the right opens for you and Mai my thick hipped Hawaiian slave girl awaits you in a hot Jacuzzi tub. She cleans you up and out, she feeds you, and allows you to fuck her beautiful pussy before your cock restraint is reapplied and your anal plug is re-inserted. Finally, you are made to rest.

Eldiablo and Slkstk have made it to the first junction in their area without further incident. It is an oasis and there is no contest to earn it. They are each given food and rest. Leaving the oasis is another story.

Poor Aqua you finished sucking off your last dick just after DaMan screamed his orgasm. You had not expected the hand to come out from the wall and release your dick, or to jerk your dick while you deep throated the ten- inches in your mouth. When you came the dick in your mouth came with you but only seconds too late. You gathered yourself and the door on the left opened for you. You noticed that the door on the right opened for the other guy and this has you worried. 

There is no food and rest for you when you enter. You can see DaMan and Mai on the other side and all you see is stretching darkness before you.



Let The Games Begin!



Paul had been looking forward to this for over a year now. He'd attended last year's event for the first time thanks to a buddy of his who had gone on to win the grand prize of ten thousand dollars. It wasn't a lot of money, but it made the event all the more exciting as well as a bit dangerous, and certainly well worth the small risk.

Paul wasn't the most attractive guy in the world either. Average by every comparison at five feet eight inches, one hundred and fifty three pounds, the beginnings of love handles, though he maintained a fairly flat stomach. All in all, he wasn't bad looking, just not a "hunk" as some might prefer, though he did consider his deep blue eyes and smile an asset that had at least gotten him a returned smile on occasion.

The one nice thing about the "event" as he thought of it, you didn't necessarily have to be attractive, though perhaps it helped in some instances. All you really needed was the two hundred and fifty for entry fees, which went to the 1st three places based on total points scored. Even if he didn't place in the top three money finishers, just the experience alone was well worth the money spent.

Paul double-checked the information on the letter that had arrived. The "games" would begin the following weekend. Short notice, but that was also done for security purposes with exact information on which major hotel would be the unwitting host for this year's extravaganza. He took note of the web-site address where he was to register, pay his on-line fees, and then wait for the exact time and place to be emailed him shortly before. Paul smiled. He hoped expectantly that "Anna" as she'd called herself, though he doubted that to be her real name, would be there again too. Of all the women he'd been with, competed with, and had enjoyed sampling...Anna was without a doubt the most exciting and intriguing woman he'd known the entire time. He only wished that he could partner with her the entire weekend, though he understood the reasons why not, and the fairness of competition for multiple partners during the contests and events.

As far as the unsuspecting hotel was concerned, he was just one member among many attending the "Expanding Horizon's" conference as it was being called this year. Paul couldn't help but smile, because he planned on expanding his horizon as often as possible this year, daring to take a few more risks this time than he had last time. Obviously he knew he needed to do that if he had any hopes of taking home any prize money. But more importantly, the thought of licking Anna's cunt in an elevator for the fifteen second requirement less bonus points for being seen, was exciting as hell!

Like everyone else, Paul received his last minute instructions and arrived at the hotel suite that had been procured for the initial meeting and send off as the games began that Friday evening, concluding the following Sunday morning at eight where the winners would soon after be announced, just before check-out time.

He wasn't at all surprised at the turn out, it had become something of a major underground event that was getting bigger and bigger with each passing year, not to mention wilder. He quickly scanned the throng of competitors, saddened when he hadn't spotted Anna in attendance, though there was a bevy of delicious looking women, many of which Paul knew he'd be groping, fondling and enjoying unbridled pleasures with before the weekend was over.

He accepted his handbook labeled "Expanding Your Horizons" which included a complete set of rules along with the various tasks and events that one could earn points against. He thumbed through them briefly seeing many of which had been included from last year, along with a few that hadn't been. All of which were even more daring in nature, though the points scored for them were also considerably higher as well. Paul was also given his tiny 'spy' camera that he along with every other competitor would be required to wear as proof of their exploits and validation of whatever points were earned for tasks attempted and completed, and there were many, not to mention some of the "required" locations that were mandatory to even meet the minimum eligibility for prize money. All of which had to be successfully achieved in just three days time.

Paul glanced up from his musings still thumbing through his booklet, his minds eye already imagining the possibilities when he spotted her. Likewise, she had spotted him already making her way through the throng of eager and excited men and women, all anxious to "Let the games begin" as it would soon be announced.

"Paul!" Anna said excitedly, recognizing him along with remembering his name. His real name has he'd given it to her, though still not as confident that she had done the same for him.

"Anna!" Paul replied enthusiastically, meeting her half way a few short steps later. "I was hoping you'd come!" he told her. Anna grinned, that same provocative, wicked looking expression on her face that he remembered seeing last year.

"I have every intention of 'cumming', as frequently and as often as possible," she quipped playing on the use of the word. "I wouldn't have missed this for the world!" she added seriously. "I hope we'll have a chance to partner up again this year for a few tasks and events," she also added, giving him a surprise kiss afterwards.

"Me too," Paul managed to whisper to her shortly after breaking their kiss. "But if not...I hope we set aside some time to spend together either way."

"I'd like that," she responded. "But keep in mind, I have every intention of winning this year, so if its points to be earned, that's going to come first. I'm not going to end up in fourth position again this year, that's for damn sure!"

Paul laughed. Anna really was a competitor, not to mention being attractive looking as well. She wasn't the "A" typical female either. She had some boyish traits to her that probably made her more competitive than some of the other females in attendance, having an open mind as well as a lack of any serious inhibitions. She wore her hair much shorter than most, and as he'd remembered from before, she wore it very similarly now, though she'd frosted the tips of her hair bright red, spiking it, almost making it look as though she were wearing a cap of small feathers from some exotic rare bird. Anna had her quirks, a silliness about her that Paul found endearing, if not outright alluring. Not to mention a beautiful set of tits that he was already dying to get his hands on once again.

"So Paul, you up for this?" she asked glancing down towards his crotch, her hand unabashedly placing itself upon his groin without concern or care should anyone be watching them or looking in their direction. A thought that was absurd anyway, soon many of those in attendance would be doing just that themselves, many for the first time, and most of that taking place in public, or at least semi-public places for an array of assigned point values. Just as long as it was all caught on camera of course, and recorded for the judges who'd be scoring and evaluating the contest. There would be over thirty pairings this year, though none of them permanent, always changing in order to keep things both fair as well as interesting, with plenty of opportunity to join up with other couples for group-type activities where point values could really increase.

Paul quickly located his assigned number in the upper right hand corner of his handbook, not at all surprised to discover that it didn't match that of Anna's. So it was they wouldn't be starting off together, but he was still in hopes that somewhere along the way, fate would once again intervene putting the two of them together once again.

Paul glanced at his watch. They had exactly one hour to head off to their assigned hotel rooms, meet their beginning partners, have a chance to get acquainted, read over the rule book, and plan their first sexual trysts, schedule or make an attempt to be the first to eliminate the first of several "requirements" before those got harder and tougher to accomplish as time wore on. Eventually, the hotel would indeed get wind of some highly unusual things taking place, it was after all inevitable as word got out, and as some of the other "normal" paying vacationers began commenting, or in some instances, actually complaining. After that, it would become increasingly more difficult to get the 'mandatory' couplings out of the way.

In the beginning, the hotel staff would see it as the occasional, periodic excitement of young lovers, honey-mooners simply taking a few naughty little risks and would pass it off as such. But in time, with word getting around, and more and more reports eventually filtering in, the hotel staff would eventually surmise that something else entirely was going on. Which was another reason that the same hotel wasn't used in succession for this event either.

It would take the judges an hour to get set up in their own private control room, where the participants would each be monitored and evaluated when the games finally began. Reluctantly, Paul said good-bye to Anna, and then headed off down the hallway towards the elevators and an upper floor where his own room, and that of his beginning partners would be located. He couldn't help but wonder what she would look like, but more importantly, how enthusiastic she might be in wanting to get one or more of the more difficult challenges and requirements out of the way. They would have the first four hours together, after which Paul would return to the 'meeting room' leave off his room key for another male contestant, retrieve another, and then be forced to go to his new room and wait for his new female partner to arrive. It was a critical period of time as a lot of points could be earned or lost in waiting. But it was one of the strict rules that had to be adhered to. 

Paul was the first to reach the room, so he sat down on the bed which he wouldn't be sleeping in that night at least, and began to leaf through the booklet trying to decide which of the assigned tasks he and his partner might agree to attempt and get out of the way before being allowed to select one of the many optional "free-style" events for bonus points that could be attempted or successfully accomplished afterwards. He heard the sound of a key-card being inserted into the door, looked up just as a tall statuesque brunette with hardly any tits at all walked into the room. "Hi, names Danielle," she said extending her hand in greeting. "I think, we should go out, fuck in the pool before anyone else does, and besides, this close before dinner time, it will mean it less likely in being discovered, and most of the others will only consider doing it after dark. Besides, we get two extra points for doing it in daylight hours, before six. And a point is a point after all," she added finally stopping to take a breath.

"Paul," Paul said finally introducing himself. "And I was actually thinking the very same thing myself. After that, we can check out the exercise area, which is nearby. With luck, that will have a chance of being far less occupied as well, and we will have knocked off two of the six required places as well as then being allowed for one or two "free-style" events, one your choice, one mine before we're required to make our way back to the rooms."

Danielle laughed, already stripping herself out of her clothing. "At least she's not shy," Paul thought to himself. Though in a game like this, it was silly to be that way in the first place.

Paul watched as Danielle tossed her bikini onto the bed. "I'm not even going to put it on," she told him. "I'll take it with me of course, but we get full points for a totally nude fuck in the pool for the five minute requirement. After which, if I have too, or should it become necessary, I can slip it on easily beneath the water in case we have curious or inquisitive neighbors swimming near by."

Paul stood removing his own clothing, catching an appreciative glance his way as his still flaccid cock came into view. He would wear loose-fitting swim trunks, easily removable, and easier still to get back into beneath the water should he have to in the event of an emergency. "Nice cock," Paul heard Danielle tell him. "I look forward to fucking it."

"Me too," he told her. "Me too!"

Exactly at four o'clock, he knew someone, somewhere was no doubt saying, "Let the games begin," and so...they did.

#

Just as they had hoped, most everyone had started heading inside to dress for dinner now that the afternoon sun was beginning to fade away. There were only a handful of couples still sitting around the pool, a few kids though they seemed to be content playing in the children's pool which was off to one side. And one other couple who neither of them recognized who were actually in the water. There was no way of knowing if they were playing the game just as he and Danielle were, or if they were in fact staying there at the hotel as real guests. Either way, the situation was nearly perfect. Paul placed his towel containing the miniature camera so that it would capture their movements inside the pool. The trick would be getting Danielle into the water, naked, without being seen. For a moment she simply sat on the edge of the pool her towel wrapped loosely around her body. They both watched the other couple who continued to stand close to one another at the other end, wondering if in fact they were part of the game or not. There were a multitude of points that could be scored either way. But it would be up to the judges to decide if any additional points would be, based on what was recorded from their camera. If the other "non-playing" couple should be within the scope of the camera's recording for a minimum of at least one minute, additional points would be scored that way for the "danger" factor. If the other couple was indeed part of the game, captured on film actually fooling around, or...preferably, if included with Paul and Danielle, substantial points could also be awarded, dependant upon the level of "obvious" sexual enjoyment amongst one another. 

They continued to watch, keeping a nonchalant occasional eye on the other couple, but it soon became obvious that they were unaware of their surroundings, and only had eyes out for one another. Danielle took one quick glance about, and then slid out of her towel into the water, as though being buried at sea as smoothly and as quickly as she performed that particular little trick. Within her hand, she concealed the tiny bit of material, which was of course her bikini. Nude, though remaining beneath the water as Paul quickly slipped out of his own trunks, they took careful measure of where the camera lay, ensuring that they remain within the parameters of its recording in order to receive the full amount of points necessary for this particular event. The hardest part would come next. Fucking nude beneath the water for a full five minutes time. They could only hope that should the other couple even take notice of them, that they won't fully realize what was taking place, or even if they did...not be sure enough to act on it, or find it curiously interesting to at least watch without saying anything about it. The possibility of the other couple actually joining them was pretty remote, especially at this time of day. But then again, anything was possible.

"You hard?" Danielle asked. 

"Hard enough," Paul replied, reaching out towards her, drawing her closer to him where he could finally touch her exposed breasts. "Make sure your tits are out of the water once in a while," Paul told her. "It will make the judges decision easier to see them," he stated.

Danielle grinned as her hand encompassed Paul's hard swollen cock beneath the water. "Hmm, you are hard!" she said smiling. "So fuck me...we're on the clock!" she reminded him urgently.

Paul felt his prick enter the softness of her luxurious quim, and in doing so he remembered his friends advise, "Make sure the judges are 100% positive that you are indeed fucking, otherwise if they're not totally unanimous on it, you may not receive the full amount of points, or quite possibly receive credit for even doing it."

Paul was strong, strong enough that he leaned back pulling Danielle along with him as he did, basically lifting her almost fully and completely out of the water. And though the effort was quick as they righted themselves upwards once more, it had been enough that he knew the camera had indeed captured not only the fact they were both fully naked, but that his prick was no doubt fully buried inside Danielle's pussy as well.

"Think they saw anything?" Paul asked wondering. He'd of course informed Danielle of the move he was about to make before making it. She had kept her eyes on the other couple at the other end of the pool the entire time, taking an additional quick glance at the other couples still sitting outside the pool. All of which appeared to be sun-bathing, eyes closed, or too busy in their own conversations to have even noticed the two of them frolicking around.

"Maybe, maybe not," she answered. "Can't really be sure. I think the guy did look towards us, once or twice, but only just before you lifted me up, and then again after we splashed, so not sure he saw anything, or is even aware that we're actually fucking," she said playfully.

They'd only been at it for a little over a minute or so, Paul mentally keeping time though he also took brief quick glances at his watch. "Listen Paul," Danielle spoke. "This might be a contest, but I also intend on having a good time as well. I like the way your cock feels inside me, so if you wouldn't mind, would you move it a bit more than you are doing? I'd like to actually enjoy this before we have to get out."

Paul laughed, pinched her nipple fairly hard eliciting an exciting squeal from her, which he knew drew attention towards them, and thrust deeply inside her, causing yet again another cry of pleasure to be heard. "Oh yeah baby, fuck me honey...fuck me!" Danielle stated, just soft enough that no one outside the pool could have heard for sure what she'd just said, but clear enough, and close enough to the other couple that Paul was reasonably sure Danielle's words had been understood.

"Going for extra points?" he whispered curiously.

"Shut up and fuck me," she moaned pleasurably, grinding herself uninhibitedly against him now, uncaring whether the other couple was fully aware of what they were doing now or not.

Paul somehow managed to keep track of the time, giving it an extra minute just in case. "Time!" he told Danielle.

"Wanna cum?" she asked him. Paul was tempted, it wouldn't take much.

"No, not yet...maybe when we get to the exercise room," he informed her. "You?"

"I can wait," she replied pulling away, already beginning to struggle into her bikini, just as Paul quickly began doing getting back into his own trunks. He looked over to where the other couple had been. They were gone. Not only that, they had already exited the pool area.

"We'd best leave," he told her, "just in case," he added a bit nervously.

"Not to worry," Danielle informed him. "I waved, and winked at them as they got out. The guy winked and waved back," she smiled.

Paul felt relieved. Had there been another reaction, he might have worried. As it was, they'd merely done, and gotten away with something that the other couple no doubt had found stimulating if nothing else. Had probably in fact wished themselves bold and daring enough to have done that as well, but failing that...now retreating back to their room where they would no doubt fuck themselves silly in the privacy of their own bedroom.

"You know...maybe I could come after all!" he informed her.

"Cumshots worth ten extra points for us both," she reminded him. "And a points a point!" she added unnecessarily. 




Let The Games Begin!



"Well then, be my guest!" He added as her hand once again made its way back inside his swim trunks. 

"Just make sure you squirt for the camera," she told him. "When you're ready, lift yourself out of the water, using me, stand on my upper thighs and say "cheese" she said laughingly. "Then cheese," she laughed once again.

#

Paul had in fact enjoyed a nice squirty little climax, watching his semen swim away, curdling itself within the pool. And though he felt guilty about that briefly, he knew without a doubt they had scored some reasonably big points for their little encounter outside in the swimming pool.

"Come on, let's go," he told Danielle as he helped her out of the pool. "Lets go see if the coast is clear enough to take the exercise room off of both of our lists!"

"Yeah," she grinned wickedly. "And besides, I could use a nice hard cum myself now as well," she informed him in no uncertain terms.

The exercise room was only a short distance away. When they arrived however, it was only to discover that another couple was there using the equipment, though it also became quickly even more obvious, they weren't using the equipment the way it was originally intended.

"Hi, Steve...Kathy," Steve said introducing themselves after the initial panic at having been discovered was overcome. He'd been kneeling between Kathy's legs licking her split as she sat pretending to be doing arm curls on one of the exercise machines.

"Paul and Danielle," Paul said introducing the two of them.

"Listen Paul," Steve began. "Make you a deal. If the two of you stand guard for us, give us five minutes of totally nude fucking in here, then we'll stand guard for the two of you!" It sounded like a pretty good deal, but he noticed that Danielle was flipping through the handbook she'd brought with her.

"Says here, that if we join up with another couple for the same five minutes, all nude, all having fun together, we'd score twice the amount of points than normally. I'd rather risk it and do that instead of standing guard for one another," she informed everyone.

Kathy was hesitant, but Steve was obviously on the same page as Danielle was. "Won't be a better time than the present," Paul agreed. "I seriously doubt too many will be headed this way to exercise now, especially as its nearing dinner time. And anyone else coming in here is apt to be involved with the game, so I think our chances of getting away with it now are better than they might be otherwise!"

Finally Kathy joined the team. "Well, if we're going to do it, lets do it!" she said stripping out of her skimpy clothing as quickly as possible. "Just make sure the camera's get all four of us fooling around together," she reminded them all.

Paul and Steve set their clothing where it could be reached easily in the advent of a hasty retreat, but they also positioned the camera's to ensure that everything they did would be monitored as well as recorded.

"Five minutes or no..." Danielle began. "This time, I am gonna cum!"

"Where?" Steve asked.

"Here!" Danielle stated, pulling over one of the weight-lifting benches.

"Perfect!" Paul agreed. "This should be easy enough for all four of us to hook up and ensure the maximum allowable points!"

As Steve was the biggest, he lay down on the bench as Kathy straddled his cock, slipping it inside her. Danielle happily straddled his face on one end of the bench, facing away so that Paul had easy access to her mouth, standing at the end whereby she could suck him.

"This should do it!" Kathy giggled happily, now getting in to it. "Start the time!"

"Fuck the time!" Danielle shot back. "Just eat me...make me cum!" she wailed seriously.

Danielle rode Steve's face, happily humping herself against his hungrily searching mouth as Kathy delightedly fucked herself up and down his massively thick shaft. Paul enjoyed the vacuum-like suction of Danielle's mouth around his prick, keeping one eye on the door for any unwanted visitors...or worse. So far their luck was holding.

"Oh yeah baby, yeah! That's it...lick that fucker!" Danielle cried out deliriously. 

"Time!" Paul informed them all, once again allowing a bit of extra time to ensure they got in the full five minutes.

"Fuck that!" Danielle stated seriously, feeling Steve begin to wiggle out from underneath her, just as Kathy had already jumped up heading towards the pile of clothing in order to hurriedly dress. "I told you...this time I'm gonna have a nice little cum."

"That's YOUR problem honey," Steve said finally extricating himself from beneath her, soon after joining Kathy who was now already dressed and appearing nervous. Danielle turned towards Paul.

"Well?" she asked hands on hips obviously in no hurry to be going anywhere as she stared towards Paul.

"Wanna fuck? Or you want me to eat you?" he asked as Steve and Kathy made a hasty exit from the room.

"Well, fucking will take me longer to cum," she informed him. "So...get dressed, then eat me," she said repositioning herself back down on the weight bench. They had plenty of spare time to kill as yet. So there was no real hurry. They could only perform two other "free-style" events now before returning to their rooms. And though this one wouldn't count for one of those, Paul figured he owed her at least that much anyway.

"Well at least keep your ears open, if not your eyes," he informed her as he knelt down on the floor between her outstretched legs. "If you hear anyone coming..."

"The only one that better be coming is me!" she interrupted him, "now...get licking unless you intend on staying here all night!"

Paul smiled to himself. He didn't think it would take all that long. He was rather good at this, or so he'd been told a time or two anyway. And as hot and aroused as Danielle obviously was, he was also fairly confident that he'd have her quivering in orgasm in no time. He had no intent on teasing her, though he'd have preferred and enjoyed doing that. Unfortunately, time was of the essence. Instead, he merely wrapped his lips around her tender clit and began sucking...finger-fucking her cunt as he did. The combination of the two soon had her bouncing spasmodically upon the bench, just as he'd hoped. In minutes, Danielle had drenched the bench in a wet little puddle of female cum cream. After dressing, she was considerate enough to wipe it off...but she left smiling as they headed back towards the elevators.

#

"We get free-style points for the elevator," Danielle informed Paul. "All we need is a minute...want to chance it?" she asked.

"Why not!" Paul agreed. "What's the handbook say?"

She read as they slowly made their way back around the pool area, and then back into the lobby area where the main elevators stood.

In whispered tones she read to him. "Elevators. Says here, that for an exposed hand-job, we each get one point. Two points for an exposed finger-fuck. Three points for a blow-job, four points if you eat me," she winked, licking her lips once again. "That was pretty good Paul," she admitted. "Once we get back to the room, I wouldn't mind it if you'd do that for me again," she asked hungrily. 

"What else?" Paul asked. Reluctantly Danielle returned to the book as Paul rang for one of the elevators.

"Five points for an obvious fuck. But they all have to last for at least a full minute either way. Though...we do get double whatever points should anyone see us."

"Well ten points is better than just one or two doubled," Paul stated. "And five each is better than any anyway. Besides, it shouldn't be too hard to slip inside those bikini panties of yours anyway, I can pull them off to one side. All we need to hope for is to have a full minute of this to ourselves."

"I agree," Danielle said wickedly. "Push the button to the top floor, then after we've passed our own, push that one. Maybe that will give us the time we need before anyone else can stop the elevator. If not, we'll still have plenty of time to try it again, and keep trying...riding the elevator while you ride me," she winked, laughing.

"Sounds like a plan," Paul said stepping inside the elevator when the doors opened. "Bend over the moment the doors close," he told her, glad that no one else had appeared wanting to ride up with them.

There were fifteen floors. Fourteen actually as there was no thirteenth floor. A silly superstition perhaps, that probably didn't make a lot of sense to most visitors. 

"Bend over!" Paul told her the moment the doors had closed. He'd already pulled his swim trunks down just enough in front to free his cock, now swollen once again, and most eager to slip inside that deliciously moist cunt. The elevator slowly began to ascend, Paul carefully aiming one of their cameras downwards to ensure that his cock could be easily seen entering Danielle's very wet cunt. With one eye on his watch, the other on the floors as they slowly passed each one, he was beginning to think they'd have plenty of time to complete this particular task without disruption. As they passed, Paul pushed the button for the 10th floor, their floor, all the while enjoying the feel of his prick sliding in and out of Danielle's welcoming pussy. The elevator slowed, reaching the top floor, there was still several seconds remaining on their time. It was risky, but he could either pull out, thus requiring that they start all over, or hope that when the doors opened there would be nobody waiting to get on. 

"What do you want to do?" he asked as the elevator stopped and as the doors slowly began to open.

"Fuck me!" came her only reply. "Don't stop now...just fuck me!" 

The doors opened, much to their relief, no one stood waiting. Paul frantically pushed the "doors closed" button, almost willing it to do so, especially when he glanced up, caught movement, and realized someone actually was making their way over towards their elevator. He caught only the faintest surprised look on the man's face as the door fully closed. Danielle bent over, Paul standing behind her. And though it couldn't have been possible to actually see what they were doing, the obvious hint of it must have left the man wondering. 

"Whew! That was close!" Paul stated.

"So am I!" Danielle quipped. "Keep fucking!"

They reached the 10th floor, the doors once again opening. And once again, no one stood there waiting for their elevator. They'd surpassed the required time with plenty of margin to spare, but Danielle remained as she was, holding the door, Paul behind her, fucking her wildly now in complete and utter abandon. "Ding...ding...ding!" Danielle cried out as she came. "Going down?" she cried out happily. 

"Wait until we get back to the room," Paul told her. "I'm in the mood for a little old fashioned '69', how's that sound?" he asked.

"Sounds perfect," Danielle cooed. "Now...just for fun, lets see if we can make it to the room like this," she challenged him.

"You're serious?"

"Very! Lets see if we can 'crab-fuck-walk' down the hall to our room." Danielle stood just enough to be able to walk upright, though holding on to Paul's hands which she held up over her head for balance and support. He in turn waddled between her, taking small steps, deliciously short strokes of his cock still moving in and out simply through the normal motion of walking."

"Oh fuck...two more doors and I think I could have climaxed!" she told him upon finally reaching their own doorway. Only then did Paul pull out of her delicious split, hearing the sound of fresh elevator doors opening, footsteps now approaching their way. They quickly entered the room, already stumbling and tumbling out of their clothing. 

"You know...we've still got one more 'free-style' we can do before we have to part company," Paul reminded her. And its worth some decent points too, because it has to be performed outside on the balcony. Chancy, because we could easily be seen, turned in if we are. What do you think?"

"Do we get points for doing a '69' out there?" she wondered.

"Why not, it's only a railing...someone could certainly see us and realize what we're doing!"

"Sounds fun!" Danielle admitted. "Plus...getting some more points for doing it. I'd say coupled with that, along with everything else, that you and I have gotten off to a pretty good start. Too fucking bad we can't continue on in this together."

Paul agreed that their time had been fun and exciting, but truth be told, he still hoped that he'd get lucky enough to pair up with Anna, "Now there's a woman who enjoys sucking cock!" he mused silently to himself. And with that thought in mind, he soon joined Danielle out on the balcony, where he straddled her on top, slipping his cock into her waiting mouth from above as his nestled gently, hovering briefly above her obscenely exposed, wide open pussy.

#

Paul had dropped off his old room key, retrieving the new one. He was again disappointed to discover that it wasn't Anna, hoping against hope that it might be. But he wasn't at all disappointed in the woman who sat expectantly waiting for him when he arrived. She was short at only five foot four, but her hair was long well past her shoulders in a burnt almond coloring that accentuated her almost emerald green eyes. Her lips were full, promising wicked kisses as she had a habit of licking them almost continuously. For her size and stature, she had well rounded breasts that he could easily see as they pressed deliciously against the tight-fitting tank top she had chosen to wear. Paul introduced himself, pleased to see her reaction upon entering his new room.

"Nice to meet you Paul, my name is Angela, and whether you believe this or not, I was up until two weeks ago, still a virgin, so I am still a bit naive about a great many things. But what I lack in experience, I more than make up for in enthusiasm." 

Paul was surprised at her revelation. "What made you decide to get involved in something like this?" he'd asked.

"Well, my boyfriend had mentioned to me that he'd participated in this event the past two years. Listening to him describe all the craziness, I couldn't help but wonder what it might be like to actually participate myself."

"So he's here with you then?" Paul questioned.

Angela laughed, tossing her full mane of hair back when she did. "Actually no, not really. I mean he's here yes, but we didn't come together. In fact, he was rather put out with me when I said I wanted to, told me I couldn't. Told him he didn't have a say in the matter as long as I paid my own entry fee. So..."

"So?"

"So...we broke up. So he's here, but not with me. In fact, I haven't even run into him yet except at the beginning."

"How's it been for you then?" Paul wondered. "You find any of this intimidating or awkward?" Paul was worried that his new partner might be a bit of burden with her lack of experience for one thing. But that she also might tend to be a bit more shy, and thus not as willing to take as much risk as some of the other contestants.

"I know what you're thinking, and perhaps worried about. But I can assure you, I am enjoying this a lot, and have every intention on playing this game to the best of my ability. If anything, I find it extremely exciting to see what can be gotten away with, without being caught. And just so you know, I lost my virginity on the beach in full view of several vacationers, though we did it beneath a blanket, it was still quite obvious to many who watched and could see us as to what was going on."

Paul felt a little more at ease with his new partner after that, and they began to plan what events and tasks remained together for the next six-hour period of time that they would be sharing. 

"According to the schedule, we have one required event, and three free-styles that we can ourselves choose to do. Have you eaten yet?" he asked.

There were several restaurants contained within the hotel, one of which was pretty classy as well as expensive, but a lot of points could also be earned there as well. And one of the required events was to pick one of the restaurants and perform some definite sexual act while dining. Points of course being awarded based on the extent of the act, and the level of danger of discovery being performed.

"I brought a nice evening dress with me," she informed him. "I planned for that after what my ex-boyfriend told me he'd done last year. I'd like to try that one and get it off my list. My last partner was a bit less adventurous, I'm afraid the two of us didn't do all that well in the previous round, so I'd like to try and make up for it if I can."

They had about thirty minutes before the second round of games were scheduled to begin again. That afforded them both the time to dress and prepare themselves. Once again Paul was pleased to see that Angela wasn't at all inhibited or shy in undressing in front of him as she laid out her dress for the evening on the bed. She appeared very comfortable in fact as she pulled her tank top up over her head, revealing her twin globes. "You might as well see what you're going to be playing with soon," she informed him. "I'd rather we get that initial nervousness out of the way anyway so that we're more comfortable when the games begin again."

Paul couldn't agree more, undressing himself selecting his own set of clothing for dinner. Something accessible as he too had planned ahead, but appropriate enough for dinner.

"Say's here we get style points for creativity," he told Angela as he looked over the possibilities for their sit-down dinner. But it also says that if we're thrown out of the restaurant, we will also be disqualified. So this one's got to include some finesse, as well as some careful planning to ensure we score points without being caught doing it. Though it also says that should we be observed, and as long as we're not thrown out, that we can score a great many additional points for the length of time we are observed too."

Angela modeled the dress she had selected for their dinner. She wore garters and stockings, allowing complete and total access to her pussy without having to wear panties or panty-hose. The dress was bright red with a slit well up along one side. It included a deep plunging "V" neckline that also exposed a goodly portion of her well-rounded breasts. 

"Well?"

"Perfect," he told her. "It looks good on you. But we need to ensure that you're seated on my left next to me since your dress is slit on the right. And though I am right-handed, I should easily enough be able to play with you that way during dinner. The tricky part will be whatever seating arrangements we might want, or attempt to find for some level of privacy, but including a bit of a reasonable risk factor as well. Getting to your tits shouldn't be a problem either, not with that dress. And it says that at some point during dinner they need to be exposed for a minimum of fifteen seconds duration. I think with luck we should be able to accomplish that task easily enough. Exposing me for an equal amount of time should be far easier, if we can manage a cum-shot during dinner, we'll get bonus points for that of course, not to mention the risk factor in exposing ourselves without being tossed. So we'll just have to play it by ear and see how much we can get away with, and ensure it's all captured on camera of course."

"Of course," Angela grinned coming over to run her hands up and down the length of Paul's rapidly growing erection. "I'd really like to see if we can get some hard-points for my giving you a blow-job too," she added hopefully, then she drew Paul's stiff erect penis inside her mouth as a preemptory introduction. "Might as well get the real introductions out of the way here before going to dinner yes?" she giggled, once again sucking, then licking Paul's erect shaft.

"Just don't make me cum yet," he admonished her. "I'd like to have a nice full cumshot to show during dinner if we can somehow manage it," he grinned through clenched teeth as her mouth, inexperienced as it may or may not be, continued to pleasure him quite nicely.




Let The Games Begin!



They were soon after shown to a table, though a quick glance proved it wasn't ideal for their adventures, too much exposure surrounded by a multiple of customers, most of which they wouldn't be able to monitor or keep track of during the event. Paul spotted a more ideal location, next to a window where he could very possibly use that to see behind him in its reflection. A distinct advantage, plus allowing them some privacy from the side, as it was a sectioned booth rather than an open table. "May we sit over there instead?" he asked their hostess hopefully. Luckily, she complied, seating them where he preferred. They also sat on the same side as opposed to sitting across from one another, not entirely out of the norm for several couples sharing an intimate dinner together. Angela slid into the seat first sitting to Paul's left, just as they had also planned. He quickly took note of their surroundings, pleased that he could indeed catch reflections in the window of anyone coming up from behind them or at an angle. There was one table sitting just across the narrow isle way from where they sat, though it was currently unoccupied.

"Seems perfect yes?" Angela asked as they sat scouring their menus. Already her hand had slid down to Paul's crotch, unzipping him as he had by now placed the linen napkin over his lap in preparation for her doing so.

"Not too bad," he replied. "Still a few areas that might give us problems, one blind spot that we'll have to keep an eye on occasionally, and there will also be the shear luck of customer seating if things get real busy here."

They had plenty of privacy for the simple task requirements, timing things perfectly after ordering their drinks, receiving them then taking a few more moments to review the dinner selections. Paul had positioned his camera at a decent angle that clearly covered things above the table. Angela using hers for any shots below the table itself, though even that would have to be adjusted from time to time as things progressed towards her end of things. With his erection now free from his slacks, it was a simple thing to move the linen cloth off to one side, clearly showing Angela's hand surrounding it as she pumped his prick for the required fifteen second period without disruption. With one of the simple preliminaries out of the way, they ordered soon after when their cute little waitress came back. The second of their preliminaries would be slightly more difficult, though her dress did indeed give Paul's had easy access to her pussy, it wasn't as accommodating in fully exposing her breast. Though according to the rules, only one breast had to be fully and completely exposed for the time requirements. Though her dress did indeed have a deep plunging "V" neck, it was unfortunately just tight enough that Angela couldn't reveal it fully without a great deal of difficulty, further complicating any necessary recovery in doing so should they be discovered.

"Let me think for a moment," Paul stated as they began working through this next requirement. He quickly realized with the back of her dress clasping about her neck, that the catch could easily be undone. "I have an idea," he told her. "Your tits are big enough that as long as you don't move much, your top should stay up on its own. When and if its safe enough however, it will also provide us a much quicker means to expose them, as well as cover you up again quickly should it become necessary." Angela agreed, quickly reaching up behind herself when the coast was clear enough, undoing the catch, then sat holding still as a simple test to see how well her dress really would hold up. It was tenuous at best.

"Well, it will have to do," he told her. Their waitress was already on her way back carrying their salads, so they waited patiently to be served before attempting the required breast exposement. Paul noticed as she did, that their waitress was a bit more observing that he would have liked, tossing Angela a curious look upon realizing that her dress was indeed undone about the neck. It was unfortunately designed that the neck straps had nowhere to go but fall down to either side of her neck in a very careless fashion. 

"Uh...is there anything else I can get you while you're dinner's being prepared?" she asked tentatively, her eyes obviously glued to the curiously undone dress that Angela was wearing.

Paul found himself nervously wondering if this might pose them a problem later on as their waitress seemed genuinely curious, interested as to the "why" of things as she continued to hover even after being informed that everything was perfectly fine for the moment. Which is when Angela surprised them both.

"Well, there IS one thing," she announced somewhat shyly. "Perhaps you really could help us with a bit of an embarrassing request," she stated easily. Even Paul had no idea where any of this was going. But the look on their waitress's face relaxed as though she were about to be let in on the big secret.

"Sure...If I can," she stated actually leaning forward some as though to be whispered to about whatever Angela's request might be.

"Please don't laugh..." Angela began once again. "But the material of this new dress I'm wearing seems to be causing a skin reaction of some sort. I've got the worst case of the 'itchies' I've ever had. And I'm terribly embarrassed by this, but if I don't scratch them each soon...I'm going to go crazy!"

By the reaction of the waitress, she was both surprised as well as amused. "How can I help?" she asked once again curiously.

"Well like I said, this really is embarrassing, but if you wouldn't mind it...could you stand there as a bit of a shield against prying eyes while I scratch my boobs?"

Having been brought in to the clandestine request, the waitress was suddenly most eager and responsive to help in any way that she could. Fifteen seconds might be a bit long to sit there exposed, scratching herself in some effort to seek relief, but Paul found her ingenuity most welcome.

Looking about, standing...hovering at the best possible angle to shield Angela as she suddenly exposed both breasts, the waitress played her protective roll most amiably as Angela went through the motions of both scratching, as well as caressing herself (which was actually required) much to both Paul's bemusement, as well as their waitress's. 

"I'm really sorry about this," Angela continued, still periodically scratching herself, then caressing as though to sooth the irritated areas of discomfort. "Make sure you leave her a really nice tip for doing this for me," she told Paul, who of course readily agreed. "I really can't thank you enough," Angela finished upon receiving a wink that the required amount of time had indeed been reached. She even managed to get the waitress to reach around, reclasping her dress for her as Paul watched, getting all of it on camera.

"If I need to...again, would you mind?" she asked the waitress just before leaving. 

"Not at all," she assured her with a genuine smile. "Just let me know. I know what it's like to get itchy tits...nothing worse than what grass can do to them," she offered without going into any further detail. But her wink and knowing smile that they had just shared a common understanding together assured Paul and Angela that they had gotten away with it, and had in fact scored a few extra points for the obvious exposure and observance.

"Well done honey," Paul stated after their waitress had left. "That was brilliant in fact! Though I doubt I could have gotten away with having an itchy dick that needed scratching," he said laughingly.

"Probably not," Angela agreed, once again wrapping her hand around his still exposed penis, which they had both entirely forgotten about. "Hey! Think we'll get any points for that?" she wondered.

"I don't know...maybe. I guess it depends on how much we got on camera, but as I recall, I did have to reach and readjust my napkin after she left, so maybe!"

They had completed and performed all the necessary preliminaries; all that was left was attempt at the bonus points allowed for even more dangerous acts of sexual fondling and play. This is where things could get pretty dicey as there would be little if any room for explanation should they be discovered.

They spent the first several minutes actually enjoying their dinner once it had arrived, pondering and discussing the possibilities. A fifteen second, uninterrupted blowjob was going to be difficult to perform and get away with, but so would anything else be just as difficult. They could leave things as they were, they'd satisfactorily completed the major requirement, but neither of them wanted to walk away from dinner without earning a few extra needed points.

It was beginning to look like they would have to settle for just that however as by now someone was seated at the one clear table across the isle from them. For Angela to be able to perform giving him a blowjob now, it would simply be far too risky. They would be noticed in a heartbeat, and then all hell would no doubt break loose.

"Any ideas?" Angela asked. Paul thought for a moment more as they finished their desserts.

"Just one...but it is risky, and a lot will depend on our friendly helpful waitress," he told her.

"You're seriously not considering the 'itchy-cock' thing are you?" she asked nervously. Paul laughed. 

"Not quite, but close. And it IS a bit dangerous, but it won't hurt to try...at least if we tell her before hand what we're considering, it will give us the chance to gage her reaction. If it's a bad one, we can simply laugh it off as a rather crude, poorly conceived joke, then leave her an even bigger tip to mollify any repulsion. IF on the other hand, she actually goes along with it, we could score some points BIG time."

"What do you have in mind?" Angela asked curiously. And so Paul laid out his idea to her.

"It might work," she said after hearing it.

"It might, especially since you seemed to establish a bit of a sisterly relationship with her during the scratch your titties thingy," Paul laughed. "Worth a try anyway."

"Here she comes now," Angela told him. "You ready?"

"Sure...lets go for it, see what happens," he responded.

"Can I get you anything else?"

Paul thought Angela deserved an Academy Award for her performance, how she managed to blush as profusely as she was amazed him. 

"There is one thing I'd like to ask you about," Angela told her in that same conspiratorial tone of voice she'd used earlier, though this time still blushing profusely looking embarrassed as she did, all the while Paul appeared confused as to what was actually taking place between them, obviously left out of the conversation.

"Paul honey? Could you excuse us for just two seconds?"

"Sure baby," he said once again sounding confused, excusing himself, asking for directions to the bathroom even though he already knew where they were.

The signal that their waitress had agreed to go along with it would be her ordering of after dinner brandies. If not, then she would have slid to the end of their seat, waiting expectantly for his return.

"I know this might sound a little strange, perhaps a bit wild even. But we're on our honeymoon." Angela let that tid-bit of information sink in before continuing. "It's so beautiful here, and the dinner has been extra special, as well as the service," Angela smiled again, pausing. "And strangely enough, I really like you, and appreciate what you did for me earlier, which is why I thought that maybe I could ask you for an extra special favor. And even if you say no, which would be perfectly understandable under the circumstances, I wanted to at least ask since I feel perhaps maybe you and I have a lot in common." Angela was remembering the comment about "grass itchy tits". She knew she had the waitress's full and undivided attention now, especially as Angela leaned forward lowering her voice even more conspiratorially.

"What do you have in mind?" she asked.

"Well, like I said, it's our honeymoon, and I wanted to do something really special, something a bit naughty perhaps that we'd both have as a very special memory. It's something we've jokingly talked about, discussed, but Paul of course knows the likelihood if it ever happening as being virtually impossible. Angela once again paused, gauging their waitress's reaction, but if anything, she appeared even more excitedly curious than before. "I need you to be a shield again for just a few seconds of time," she assured her. "While I blow him."

There...it was said, out in the open. Now the moment of truth was at hand. What the waitress said or did now was risky, but the request wouldn't most likely cause any real trouble. At worst, she'd simply say no, and that would be that.

"You're serious?" she asked back, still leaning over the table. 

"Yes, just for a second or two," Angela promised. "I thought you might understand, realize that something that wild would indeed be memorable, something to look back on years later and laugh about. Laugh and remember the incredible waitress that went along with us and helped us to enjoy a very special time together."

Angela waited, she was considering it. "Ok, but how?"

"When you're ready, go and get us a couple of brandies. By that time I will have told Paul what I'm planning, and that you've agreed to go along with it. He'll be ready, so all you'll have to do is stand a little more off to the side there, shielding that table from being able to see this. I'll give him a few quick licks, just something of a tease, as well as an excitement, then I'll sit up, we'll finish our brandies and then leave. And of course, leave you a very nice tip for having helped us," she said smiling.

Now the waitress was blushing, but...she was also grinning. "Oh hell why not? I've done a few crazy things myself and always wondered if I'd be bold enough to ever do something like this as well. So sure...I'll go get the brandies, give you a few minutes to convince Paul and return. If he's ok with it, just wink when I come back."

Both Paul as well as Angela knew the only real complication was that it wouldn't last for just a few seconds, it had to last for at least fifteen. But...once committed, they were both reasonably assured that their waitress wouldn't bolt on them as uncomfortable or as worried as she might become, she'd be forced into standing there for the full amount of time, now an unwitting accomplice in their sexual assignation.

Paul soon after returned, saw that Angela was smiling still sitting where she had, obviously having ordered their brandies. Once again he'd unzipped himself, repositioned the camera, though it would be Angela's that would be documenting the act itself.

Nervously their waitress stood at the table, just as they'd discussed. She looked quickly and briefly behind her, assured that where she stood, she was indeed blocking any clear-cut view across the way. "Ok," she breathed softly, excitedly. "Whenever you're ready!"

Smiling, Angela leaned over gobbling up Paul's stiff hard erection. Anticipating a few quick licks, their waitress stood at first nervously, almost embarrassed as she watched, then as the seconds continued, as Angela's head continued bobbing up and down Paul's extremely hard erection, she found herself mesmerized, aroused beyond words, and now wanting, needing to see more if that were possible. Paul monitored his watch slyly as his arm rested on the table. The sweet feel of Angela's mouth sucking him, the excitement of being watched as she did had boiled his ball cream close to eruption, surprisingly so.

"You'd best stop...or I'm gonna cum," he announced. It was their pre-arranged signal that they'd met the required time. Angela began lifting her head. Paul groaned reluctantly, he really had been close...too close.

"Do it!" they heard their waitress actually comment. "Just hurry!" she added nervously.

She stood her ground, covering them though the time spent standing where she was, as she had might have begun to take on notice.

Angela's mouth returned to work, seriously. Paul's prick returned to pleasure, expectantly, his face turning briefly towards their waitress, whose hand had subconsciously reached upwards, cupping and kneading one of her tits as her eyes remained glued to Angela's still busily working mouth.

"Oh yeah...baby, oh baby. Here it comes honey...am gonna shoot!" 

Angela would have preferred to continue sucking him dry, but she knew that a cumshot, an observed cumshot no less, was worth a ton of points! She withdrew her head sitting up slightly, her hand wildly stroking Paul's shaft up and down as a fountain of his cream began to jettison from the head of his prick, splashing wildly, obscenely against the satin red dress she was wearing. Angela didn't care, she was too aroused, too overwhelmed in Paul's ardent torrent of wildly flying cum to even care.

"Fuck!" Their waitress moaned softly. "Fuck!"

#

When it was time once again to leave Angela, Paul did so reluctantly once again. So far he'd been lucky. He'd had two very different, very amazing women with whom he'd competed, and enjoyed their respective teamwork. But it was after all part of the game. The requirement to compete and learn to work with a variety of partners, once again keeping everything on a level playing field for everyone. Though there was of course the simple luck of the draw.

Now well past midnight, nearing closer to two in the morning, Paul had dropped off his key, though during this phase of the competition, he'd not been given a new one. This was the "males" portion of endurance, ingenuity, and luck, as only the females had rooms, with all the males wandering about looking for perspective partners, not allowed to continue on with any previous partners, but each looking for one another, someone to join with, to score some quick easy points with until eight the following morning when he would return to the social room, be given a key, which would now become 'his' more permanent room as the females would now take on the aspect of being virtually 'homeless'.

There was of course the added excitement and danger of approach. Not everyone staying at the hotel would be involved in the game. And Paul couldn't hope to immediately recognize someone who was, though he hoped that he might find someone he did recognize, and see her searching for a new partner just as he himself now was. He could see below down into the pool area. It was crowded, especially for this time of night, and as far as he could tell, everyone down there was partnered. And besides, he'd already scored the only points he could for 'pool-play'. And those scored at night wouldn't be nearly as much, though it was perhaps a bit safer for those who were fooling around below.

Paul had decided to work his way down to the lobby, heading towards the elevators when he spotted her. Anna was just stepping out.

"Anna!" he called out to her excitedly. She was alone. She grinned, excited to see him, looking just as much relieved to find him also alone. "We have six hours of pure free-style ahead of us," he reminded her. And even better as he thought about it, one could have and be with as many partners during this phase of the competition as they wished, and none of them would be considered permanent partners, so he could...if fate had it, end up with Anna as a true partner the following day too.

Lack of sleep was considered one of the physical components that might have affect on some of the participants. But excitement, pure adrenaline coursing through Paul's system had driven away any and all signs of that. Just seeing Anna as she stepped out of the elevators wearing a simple pair of sweat-pants and top, looking just as sexy in those as she might have in a see-through negligee, soon had his cock rock-hard and needful.




Let The Games Begin!



"Paul!" Anna cried out happily, all but jumping into his arms as he approached. "Oh baby...I've been looking all over the place for you," she told him. "I was hoping I'd find you, especially now. I can't think of a better person or partner to get naughty with tonight!" she informed him suggestively. He remembered. If anyone had as wild as an imagination as he did...it was Anna.

"Got something naughty in mind for a quick few points?" he asked.

Anna looked about. "Seems like a good place to start," she said simply. The halls were currently vacant, though the likelihood of someone coming was extremely possible, and very likely.

"Here?" Paul asked.

"As good a place as any...for starters," she said smiling, already stripping off her sweat pants, though she kept her top on for the moment. Paul grinned. Seeing her standing there in nothing more than her bulky top, tennis shoes, and beautifully bare-shaven pussy, soon had his already rock-hard cock dancing even more urgently. He too was wearing as little as possible, a pair of running shorts, no underwear, a tee-shirt and tennis shoes as well.

Right in front of the elevators, she lay on the carpeted floor, pulling Paul down on to her. "Oh honey...fuck me baby, fuck me. Fuck me long...hard and good!"

They wouldn't score a lot of points for this one, but a few. There was some aspect of danger associated with it, not to mention the excitement of discovery, but it was the excitement of feeling Anna's soft silken pussy as it surrounded his shaft that scored the most points with him. Anna's cunt was without a doubt the softest, sweetest, wettest pussy he'd ever been in before.

"Oh fuck baby...I'd almost forgotten!" he told her as she wrapped her legs around his back, drawing him even more deeply inside her as they heard the elevator being called to go back down. 

"We might have company soon," she giggled excitedly, humping upwards against him, capturing, then recapturing his now pistoning prick as it slid in and out of her succulent juicy split.

Anna was too lost in the moment to care, or even realize when the elevator began making its way back up. "We might have company soon," Paul warned her, still enjoying their long-needed fuck, taking his time with her, wanting her to orgasm, wanting, and needing her to climax with him. 

"Well, if we do...maybe we'll luck out and it will be someone looking for a partner as well. If not, then we'll giggle, hide our faces, and run butt-naked towards the stairs!"

Paul laughed, "Sounds like a plan, if nothing else, we might score a few extra points for getting caught by a non-competitor!"

They both heard the 'ding' of the elevators arrival. Reluctantly, they made themselves ready, gathering their pants within their hands for a speedy quick dash down the hall in case it was someone that would take offense at finding them, and thus raise an alarm, or report it. The doors opened.

"Damn!"

She was short, stocky with brown hair and fairly large breasts. "I'm assuming the two of you are part of the games," she announced knowingly. "Because if you aren't, you should be."

Anna laughed. "We are," she announced. Neither she nor Paul had stopped fucking, continuing to do so, especially now as it became obvious that the woman who now stood there watching, was a participant herself.

"Damn," she said again. "I haven't been able to find anyone, its almost as though they've all had the same idea or something and went there together."

"Yeah...the pool area," Paul told her. "Though take my advise, those who've been competing for a few years have already learned that you won't get a lot of points down there tonight, not even the bonus points are as many as might be earned otherwise for group encounters. It's far better to score in other areas of the building..."

"Especially hallways," Anna joked, thrusting upwards against him. Paul smiled. 

"Yeah...especially hallways," he agreed.

"Want to join us?" Anna asked her. "You won't score as many points being alone, but at least you'll earn a few if you stick with us for a bit until you can find someone, or decide what it is you want to do."

"Do you mind?"

"Not at all, how about you Paul?" Anna asked, already knowing the answer.

And by way of an answer, Paul had an idea. "Listen, we're in a good spot, or at least so far we are. How about we just continue on, but take it up a notch. A fun naughty little threesome here in the hallway."

"Sounds like a hell of a lot of fun. By the way, my names Carla."

"Nice to meet you Carla," both Anna and Paul spoke simultaneously, laughing at some hidden private joke as they did.

"What's so funny?" Carla asked.

"Oh...nothing really," Anna began. "We both tend to do that a lot," Anna and Paul said once again simultaneously together.

"OK, that's a bit odd," Carla laughed nervously. "I guess you two know one another then."

"We're starting too," Paul stated smiling towards Anna. "Now...ideas?"

Minutes later, Paul had positioned his little spy camera on the glass case of a nearby fire extinguisher. If they had to, he could leave it and retrieve it a short time later after the coast was clear. But for now, it would ensure that anything and everything they did would be captured for the judges.

"I'm feeling way naughty," Anna announced suggestively. And by the tone of her voice, Paul could tell that indeed she was.

"So Carla," Paul asked. "Any inhibitions? Anything you wouldn't do?" he asked her.

"None," she said smiling. "I'm game for anything," she announced.

"Good...in that case."

Seconds later, they were all as nude as the day they were born, though each continued wearing their tennis shoes. Clothes had been carefully positioned nearby for a quick get away and easy retrieval, to be put back on whenever it became possible to do so. 

"We're going for the most points possibly allowed," Anna had suggested. And that meant total nudity.

"Yeah, a perfect ten!" Paul agreed laughing. "We've got a good opportunity, a good mix here, and plenty of coverage," he added.

Anna stood with her hands resting against the wall, stepping away slightly, and leaning forward. Paul positioned himself behind her, taking a moment to run his hands and fingers over her well-rounded ass as Carla knelt down on the floor in front of her, introducing the flat of her tongue into Anna's pussy.

"Oh that's nice!" Anna moaned happily, rotating her rapidly moistening cunt against the woman's mouth. Paul eased his finger inside the tight opening of Anna's cute little star, wiggled it around inside her, further arousing her.

"Your cunt really produces a lot of cream doesn't it?" Carla stated in surprise as she continued licking her.

"Oh fuck, you have no idea!" Anna warned. "I'm just getting started!" she mewled wantonly as Paul placed the head of his now very slippery dick at the opening of her ass.

"Ready?" he asked.

"More than..." Anna moaned. "Fuck me baby, come on, slip that nice hard prick inside my ass."

"Fuck!" Paul moaned as he began pushing inside her.

"Oh fuck yes!" Carla added as the sweet rivers of juice suddenly increased from between Anna's thighs.

"Holy shit!" Anna groaned intensely as Paul's cock slid the full length, now resting fully, deeply inside her throbbing, clenching ass.

"Ding!"

#

"Well! I never!" Came the startled, shocked tone of voice, along with another, though gentler guffaw right behind it. 

"Well maybe if you had Doris, you wouldn't be in the middle of a divorce now!" Paul, Anna and Carla watched as the two older women, perhaps in their fifties passed by on the way to their room. The strong smell of alcohol told them all the two had been out partying, but perhaps not exactly in the same way they were seeing now. Doris averted her eyes as they passed, though the other who'd actually laughed, smiled, winked and nodded her head as she passed, guiding her somewhat tipsy friend to their hotel room a short distance away down the hall.

"Should we be worried?" Carla asked.

"I don't think so," Paul assured her, still lustily, happily, thrusting his hard stiff cock in and out of Anna's sweet tight ass. "I think 'Doris' is too drunk to do much of anything except collapse in her bed. Though after seeing us, she might actually be wishing for more than that. As for her friend, I wouldn't be surprised to see her grab another peek at us here shortly as soon as she's put Doris to bed. But...just in case, and to play it safe, if we hear the elevator ding again, we run."

"And...just in case you are right Paul, Carla? Why don't you aim your camera down the hallway there, just in case we do end up getting spied on. It might give us a few extra points!"

"Good idea," Paul agreed as Carla quickly situated her camera, and then went back to happily licking Anna's very wet slit.

There were no more immediate 'dings' though the elevator did go up and down a couple of more times, each passing their floor on the way further up however. Paul continued to enjoy the tightness of Anna's amazing ass, while Carla continued to clit-tickle her cunt, now working her fingers in and out of it as well, along with herself. Sure enough, a few minutes later the sound of a door being opened down the hall could be heard. At first, they all looked, wondering if someone else might suddenly emerge, requiring them all to grab ass and haul their butts off. Instead, much to Paul's off-handed remark, they watched as Doris's friend placed one step, then another out into the hallway, just watching.

"Don't mind me...I didn't call anyone, and my friend has already passed out. But I have to admit, seeing the three of you sitting there like that, is well...it's quite erotic don't you know!"

Paul smiled...leering actually. "Care to join us?" he asked. She was just a few doors away from them, but she paused as though considering it.

"Tempting, but no. I'm not quite that bold or daring, but I am rather amused...and aroused!"

This time Anna spoke. "Well, if you won't come over here and join us, perhaps at least you'll at least feel free to join us in another way," she suggested lustily.

The look on the woman's face changed from curiosity to wonder. "And that would be how?" she asked.

"Well, you're enjoying looking and watching us...how about letting us enjoy watching you?" Anna questioned.

The woman glanced at her door as though perhaps deciding to return inside instead. She let it close the rest of the way however, holding her key-card in one hand, lifting her skirt up with the other until it was obvious as to what she was now doing. "You mean this?" she asked as she began playing with herself, her face suddenly flushed with the excitement of the moment, even embarrassed or surprised at herself perhaps that she was actually doing this.

"Good for you!" Paul spoke joining in. "Enjoy yourself...we are!"

As he recalled, when Anna climaxed, she could really get noisy. And by the way she was beginning to thrust back against him, panting and moaning the way she now was, he knew she was teetering on the edge. 

"Come all over my ass when you do baby," Anna urged Paul. "Might as well get credit for that too!" she added huskily. "You ready for a real pussy gusher Carla?" she then asked, receiving by way of an answer a sudden renewed assault on her puffy cunt. Likewise, their unplanned for voyeur, exhibitionist still standing in the hallway was now 'pat-slapping' her cunt, obviously nearing the throes of her own unexpected little orgasm, too far gone to not do so now, and thoroughly intent on reaching one.

"Fuck I'm close!" Anna announced.

"Me too!" Paul added.

"Ditto!" Carla said in a muffled sounding way as she pummeled her own pussy with her other free hand.

"And I think...so is she!" Anna exclaimed, once again looking down the hall drawing Paul's attention that way as well. The woman stood eyes closed, one hand on the wall now for support, weak in the knee's, finger's buried as deeply as she could get them between her legs, now panting like a banshee as her climax began.

"Oh fuck...I'm cumming!" Anna wailed.

"Ditto!" Paul cried, torn about pulling out of Anna's sweet delicious ass at that particularly crucial moment, but a cumshot was after all a cumshot. He felt the first delicious spurt shoot inside her ass, then pulled out, content with that, emptying the rest of his ball-cream against her sweet cheeks, and of which there was plenty of.

Carla mumbled something unintelligible as she moaned, groaned, and drank from Anna's suddenly very liquefied pussy, all the while finger-fucking herself into oblivion.

#

My room's just down the floor below us," she told Paul after saying good-bye to Carla who was now in search of new partners. They'd also said goodnight to their masturbatory friend, who had thanked them profusely for an incredible adventure. "I could really use a drink too!" she added.

"Me too...but what I'd really like, is to drink some of that pussy juice from your cunt," Paul said wickedly.

"I think that can be arranged," Anna smiled. "And then after that, how about we find one of those corner lounges, and I'll give you a nice long blowjob there. We should get some good free-style points for that one too," she said with a mischievous wink. 

#

Sadly, their wild nights adventure was nearing an end. Both Paul and Anna were required to check in, retrieve their new room-keys, go...meet their new partners, and then perform one of the last required tasks that might still remain for each of them. So far, Paul had been lucky, but he still hadn't performed a sexual act outside in the parking lot, which was his final requirement, nor had he accomplished the "big" one, which was for pure bonus points, though he had come close now...twice. And that was convincing a non-participant to also perform some sort of sexual act, "with him", just watching, or even masturbating as Doris's friend had, didn't count. Though he would at least get extra points for that one.

He wondered briefly about the waitress they had met. It might not take much convincing for him to seduce her, but it might take some explaining as to where the hell his "wife" was at the moment. That might not go over very well the more he thought about it afterwards.

He returned to his own room, sat down on the bed and waited. Most everyone was no doubt off having breakfast by now during the break. They had an hour before activities once again commenced with this period of time being the longest, going on until dinnertime once again, followed by another four hour period of new partnership, then the last free-style events, or required events for those who still hadn't accomplished them before the eight a.m. deadline the following morning.

Paul decided to shower, freshen up, and await the arrival of his new days partner. Things were beginning to become harder to accomplish as well. He hoped his partner, even if she'd already performed a parking lot escapade for herself, would be willing to help him accomplish his. If she had, she wouldn't get any additional points for it however, only Paul would. But perhaps if need be, he could return the favor. Though the morning hours for the exercise facility would indeed be a tough one at this point to achieve. That, and as they'd all been made aware by now, the hotel establishment was beginning to receive a number of odd complaints from some of its guests. Guests who had stumbled into various couples, cavorting, fucking, or fondling one another openly all over the hotel. Obviously there was a lot more going on that just a few amorous couples on holiday. The hotel would be on the alert for this type of activity, making the games more difficult to play, and some of the tasks far more difficult to achieve. At least the parking lot would be a bit easier than some of the other 'required' tasks, which Paul had luckily managed to complete.

He stood beneath a hot scolding shower, relishing in the slight sting of the water's spray against his skin. The sound of the bathroom door opening alerted him to the fact that his new partner had obviously arrived. The fact she'd entered the bathroom as he showered wasn't totally unexpected. After all, what better way to meet or get used to a new partner than doing so naked.

"Care if I join you?"

Paul pulled the shower curtain nearly off the hooks. "Anna?"

She was naked, grinning, and quickly joined him. "Surprise!"

"Oh baby! And what a nice surprise it is too! And to think, I get to partner with you for the longest portion of the games!"

"How about that?" she said smiling as she reached for, soaping, then stroking Paul's rapidly hardening dick. "So honey...what mandatory do you still have left that you need to do?"

"Parking lot," he informed her.

Anna laughed. "Me too, saved that one for last. Personally, I think it's the easiest one of all the mandatories, most everyone else tends to get that one out of the way first, thinking it one of the hardest. But now, especially in the morning while everyone's still sleeping, or eating or downstairs in the exercise room, the parking lot is fairly safe for fooling around. Especially if one of us was lucky enough to find a decent parking place."

"I think mine's pretty good," Paul told her, we can go check it out after our shower. How about you?" he asked. 

"Mine's pretty good too," she responded slyly, then added. "I parked right next to you!"

With their respective cars sitting side by side, there was even less chance of discovery, or someone suddenly coming by, disturbing, or catching them.

"Says here that you have to perform oral sex on me on the hood for a full minute, and then I have to do the same for you for the same amount of time. Think we can accomplish that easily enough?"

Paul laughed, "Yeah, I think so. Now, spread those lips honey, its time to dine!"

Anna had worn a skirt for this one. Bunching it up and around her waist, she lay back on the gentle slope of the hood of her car. Paul took a quick look about, saw one or two other patron's heading towards their own cars, but none of them close enough to disturb them or cause them to post-pone anything, or have to wait and start all over again.

He began to lick her, running his tongue gently, softly up her already slickened furrow. Reaching her clit, he 'flicked' it with his tongue, a hard, purposeful little flick that assaulted her clit with a nice firm jab, before continuing, once again playfully licking and lapping at her, enjoying her taste, her intoxicating aroma, and the sweetness of her already flowing female cum cream.

Paul was well beyond the required amount of time with no intention whatsoever of stopping. But then again, Anna knew that, and she had no intention of stopping him either. 

"Just try not to scream too loudly when you cum," Paul asked. 

"I'll suck on my lip when I do," she stated. "And then, I'll suck on you!"

"Good plan!" Paul agreed, and then began sucking on her sweet precious clit, knowing as he did, she was already biting down on her lip as she fell over the edge into ecstasy.

After Anna had a few moments to compose herself, and once again ensuring that the coast was still relatively clear, they exchanged places. Now it was Paul's turn to have his steely-hard prick lovingly mouthed, which Anna was soon doing. The way she licked him, the way her tongue traveled so delicately up one side and down the other of his shaft was maddening enough, but then she would pause, gathering him in fully, sucking him forcefully. Her lips vise-like, gathering in the velvety head where she 'knobbed' him momentarily before going back to her delightfully teasing torture as lips, tongue and hands continued the gentle coaxing onslaught where soon his cum-butter would gush forth in a spraying cascade of pleasure and delight.

"Let me know when you're about to cum," she told him.




Let The Games Begin!



"Fuck the cumshot," Paul stated. "I want to feel this one inside your mouth!"

Anna grinned, her smile encompassing his shaft once again, looking much like a naughty little girl with a very naughty Popsicle. "Tell you what, I'll let some of it dribble out, then I'll suck it all off you again, maybe we'll still get points for that one," she told him.

"Maybe, maybe not. Either way honey...no amount of points earned is worth exchanging for one of your incredible blowjobs!"

Anna smiled knowingly, eased a finger deep inside Paul's ass, and waited for the inevitable explosion, which came...and came again, and came, and continued doing for a very, very long period of time.

#

"So...how do you think you're doing?" she asked as they lay out by the pool. 

"I think that 'we're' both doing good!" He responded. It was totally free-style now for both of them, just as long as everything they did was recorded for the judges review. And though neither had managed to "officially" coax a non-competitor into joining them, the odds that anyone else had either were pretty remote. Even then, Paul had a good feeling about this, they'd both managed to score a great deal of points along the way. He had in fact just finished masturbating Anna as she lay on her tummy as he pretended to apply sun-tan lotion to her back, reaching beneath, fingering her to orgasm while the older white-haired gentleman in the reclining lounge chair sitting next to them looked on.

Paul had smiled. The old guy had made no effort to move, declining an offer from his wife to join him in the pool. She'd been totally unaware of course that anything was going on. But after she'd left, Anna had shifted slightly, allowing one of her breasts to become completely exposed from her bikini top as she rose up slightly, as though repositioning herself for comfort. Paul had watched the knowing look in the man's eyes, his appreciative glance, even more so when catching Paul's eyes, his own knowing smile, and a simple nod towards one another in secret acknowledgment of the act. Anna gave further weight to that when she eventually rolled over, not bothering to cover her breasts after Paul had assured her the coast was clear. Only then did she slip back into her bikini top without anyone else being the wiser.

"Bill" as he introduced himself before leaving, stopped briefly to inform Paul and Anna that he'd already paid the bill for their drinks, thanked them for the little show, and openly announced he was going back to his room while he still had some "alone time" to take care of a sudden urgent matter that had suddenly and unexpectedly come up.

"If there was ever a better time," Anna announced. 

"Up to you," Paul told her.

They got up seconds later, hurrying along so that they caught Bill as he'd called himself just before reaching the elevators. He was surprised to see them but smiled curiously. 

"Floor?" he asked.

"Yours?" Anna questioned as a suggestion. Now Bill grinned, pushing the penthouse floor.

"Wow, you're staying in the penthouse?" Paul asked.

"Always do," he answered. He'd used a special key to access it. As the elevator began to lift, he turned towards them. Not sure how much time we'll have, but I can ensure we'll have a reasonable amount of warning," he stated picking up the phone. He spoke briefly to someone poolside. "Well, now that that's taken care of, mind if I see your wife's tits again?" he asked.

"Oh, Anna's..."

"Sure you can," Anna said interrupting Paul, giving him a cute sexy little smile as she shrugged off her top, exposing her luscious full breasts once again. "My husband thinks I have great tits, what do you think?"

"I'd say I have to agree with him," Bill stated easily, "They really are beautiful!"

Moments later the elevator floors opened, there were only two penthouses on this floor, they turned left from the elevators and entered the most spacious room that either of them had ever seen before.

"How much time?" Anna asked Paul quietly.

"Less than two hours," he replied. "Plenty of time."

"Can I get either of you a drink?" Bill asked.

"No thanks," Anna told him, already stripping out of her bikini bottoms. "Unfortunately, we really can't stay very long, but we thought it would be fun to have a little fun before we had to get back to the seminar we're attending."

Bill poured himself one anyway, though he tossed it quickly as he watched Anna skimming Paul's swim trunks down his legs. "Where's the bedroom?" she asked seriously. The suite was enormous with several rooms leading off from the main area.

"We should probably use that one," Bill pointed. "Just in case."

Anna led Paul by his rapidly stiffening cock into the room. Bill followed at a discreet distance, probably wondering what he'd gotten himself into.

"You have anything particular in mind?" he asked curiously.

"As a matter of fact," Anna grinned. "I do. Ever double-fucked a woman?"

Even Paul had never experienced that before. 

"Ah no," Bill admitted excitedly.

"Mind if Paul takes my ass?"

"Your call," Bill stated as he finally began removing his own tee shirt and swimwear.

"Cool. Why don't you come up here on the bed then," she said to Bill. He did so, though Anna took a moment to stroke him ensuring his full hardness, which Paul could see he'd easily achieved. Satisfied, Anna straddled him lowering that delicious slick pussy of hers around his shaft. "Ok baby," she said turning back around to speak to Paul. "Slick that nice hard cock of yours up for me, I've got plenty of juice for both of you, and come fuck my ass honey."

As Anna continued to gently rock and stroke Bill's cock with her cunt, Paul knelt behind her briefly, reaching around to indeed capture some of that free-flowing pussy juice she was so good at making. He quickly lubricated her tiny puckered star with it along with the head of his own dick, and then pressed himself gently against her opening. Anna paused in her coupling with Bill, feeling the hard swollen head of Paul's prick pressing, then beginning to ease itself inside her, slowly...gently, until with a suction-like pop, he was in!

"Oh fuck! That's nice!" Anna exclaimed loudly. "Wait one...let me get used to the two of you," she announced. Paul reached around, grasping her full breasts giving each of her hard little nipples a nice soft pinch. He knew she liked that, and it seemed to send a needful signal down to her ass as well as her pussy.

"Oh yeah, fuck me...fuck me both of you! NOW!" she all but demanded of them.

It took only moments to establish a nice rhythm with Bill, the two of them sliding into her, then out, feeling their respective pricks passing one another through the fine membrane separating both passages.

"Holy fuck!" Bill moaned excitedly.

"You can say that again!" Anna groaned, matching his pleasure. Paul continued to fondle Anna's breasts, holding onto them for balance and support, though it was having its affect on Anna as well. She loved having her boobs played with, pulled on, her nipples pinched and twisted. Especially when she was nearing the peak of her ecstasy.

"Fuck I love when you do that!" She told Paul. "Pinch them baby, pinch them and pull them! Yes! That's it! That's it!" she cried out over and over. The feel of her luscious tight ass was having its affect upon Paul as well.

"Oh baby...I love fucking your ass. You enjoying having your ass fucked? Your pussy fucked at the same time lover?"

"Oh yes! Yes! Fuck me Paul, fuck me Bill! Both of you...just fucking fuck me!"

The three of them thrashed wildly upon the bed, Anna seemed to come unglued, beside herself, and no wonder. With Bill's stiff hard prick sluicing in and out as rapidly as he could manage, the sounds of her squishy delicious wet cunt now sounding even more frothy, more liquid moment by the moment, and Paul's perfect penis stroking her inner most depths, inner most reachings, Anna's orgasm literally seized her, taking her by total and complete surprise when it came.

"Oh...Oh...Oh...FUCK!" she screamed at the top of her lungs.

The torrent of pussy juice that erupted from her cunt took everyone by surprise, including Anna. For a brief moment, she wondered if she'd actually pee'd on Bill, and probably had, though the bulk of her spendings were slippery sweet, pearly soft in their expulsion. She continued to thrash upon him wildly, her cunt exploding in a cataclysmic display of hot wanton lust, her breasts aflame with pleasure and pain mixed as Paul's hands dug into her, nearly causing injury. His own cock, mushroomed, ballooned, then exploded as well. For a moment, he was almost sure the head of his cock had come off, the almost hurtful spurtings of his spunk filling her ass, bathing the inside of her deliciously tight fuck-tunnel until he too had joined her in a wail-song of an entirely different nature, different species. Bill soon joined them, the excitement too much, the need far gone beyond control, his cock lurched, his first hard-felt toss of sperm now likewise filling her pussy, backwashing itself as it met the continued flow and spray of her still juicing quim.

They lay together in a heap momentarily. Paul finally found his legs, as well as his strength, taking that moment to waddle over to the nightstand where he'd secretly placed the small little spy camera, tucking it away before Bill could possibly spot it. 

"Honey? I hate to rush you baby...but we really do need to get back to the room, shower and dress for this evenings session."

Anna moaned, rolled over, giving Bill's rapidly wilting penis an affectionate pat. "Thank you," she told him. "I've always wanted to know what that would feel like, and now I do!" she said grinning. "Thank you again!"

"No...thank you!" Bill said in a voice that sounded more like he'd died and gone to heaven. For in a way perhaps, he had.

#

Outside in the hallway as they waited for the elevator to arrive, Anna asked. "Did we get it?" she wondered.

"I'm sure we did honey, I had both cameras aimed at us, and from what I could tell, there's no way we couldn't have gotten all of that."

"Damn! We should score BIG time with that one then," she exclaimed excitedly.

"Yeah, I think so!" Paul agreed. "Though I wish, we could finish out the rest of the competition together, I'd really rather be with you, you know...more so than anyone else!"

"Really Paul? You mean that?"

"Yes baby, I really do."

"Tell you what, no matter who wins this thing, or whether or not you and I end up in the money or not, what say you and I start up our own little Sexual Olympics. As many times as you've been able to cum, I think you'd have established a new worlds record...'many cums' she called him teasingly.

"Me? Hell baby...what about you?" Fuck...I lost track of the number of times you've had an orgasm. Hell, I'd be willing to bet that you've had twice as many as any of the other females here!"

Anna laughed. "You're probably right. I have, and I did. But I'm ready to go again too!"

"Seriously?"

"Seriously!"

"We still have time?"

"Hell yes!" Paul answered as they stepped into the elevator. It hadn't even started going down before he'd stepped behind her, slipped her bikini panties off to one side, slipping his already hardened prick back inside that velvet glove of hers.

"Think we'll get any extra points for this?" she asked jokingly.

"Who the fuck cares?" Paul responded, stroking into her preciously wet pussy. "Who the fuck cares!"

#



Let The Games Begin!



LET THE GAMES BEGIN!

CHAPTER 1

Tom knew that he couldn't last much longer. The inevitable release of his semen was about to happen. After all, he had been sucking and fucking Julie for over two hours now and he desperately wanted release.

He told her so.

She replied; it was the first words that had emanated from her lips for the last ten minutes or so as she had encountered one huge orgasm after another. They seemed to start just after one had catapulted her into ecstasy and, as such, all that Tom had heard were guttural sounds like 'aagh!' and 'ugh!' 

"If you are going to cum," she grunted, "then cum like a porn star!"

"Eh?" he stopped his thrusting for a second.

"You heard me, cum like a fucking porn star!"

He knew what she meant but this was a first time for both of them. Tom quickly got his cock back into extra speed as he hammered her pussy as hard as he could and, seconds later, screamed that the imminent arrival of sperm was about to explode.

Julie smiled, knowing that she had been well, and truly, fucked and that she was about to get her reward with hot, and sticky, cock juice.

"Pull out," she demanded, "cum all over my stockings you bastard!"

That was more than Tom could handle and he duly plopped out of her achingly wet pussy and did as she wanted. His right hand immediately caressed his cock and he wasted no time in wanking himself in front of her adoring eyes. "Cum on my stockings," were the last words that Tom heard before stream, after sticky stream, of hot semen blasted from his body. His first aim wasn't too good as it flared up high in the air and splattered Julie's stomach and tits. The initial burst over, Tom then guided his impressive fuck-toy down towards Julie's black stockings. 

A huge glob of cum came jerking out of him and saturated Julie's inner left thigh. Another jerk of his hand saw more of his grey semen soak her left thigh, then there were more, and more, jerks that left his body and landed on Julie's shaved cunt and tummy.

Tom had his eyes closed in ecstasy as he finished his wanking over Julie's ravished body. He didn't see her cup up his cum that he had blasted onto her body and massage the salty treat onto her fantastic tits.

"Come here lover," she cooed as Tom, finally, ran out of fuck juice, "I really need you to do something for me."

"What's that?" said the panting man as he caressed his penis in front of her.

"I want you to suck my breasts."

Tom didn't hesitate and immediately flung himself forward onto the luscious orbs that were offered to him. He sucked eagerly at the first nipple that was offered to him and tasted his own cum that had been smeared on the soft mound that was held up to him.

"You bitch!" he managed to say before he moved onto her next breast to continue tasting himself. "You are a beautiful, gorgeous bitch!"

"You are quite fucking hot as well, now finish cleaning my tits but leave the stockings messy. Who knows? I might need you to clean them later?" she added with a wink as Tom devoured each breast of his cum, and then moved on greedily to the salty flavour that had been caressed into her hugely erect nipples.

Indeed, it was her nipples that Tom loved so much. Her tits weren't the biggest that he had sucked and fondled but they were perfectly formed...and the nipples? Well, they were just to die for. Aroused, they popped out to the size of Tom's pinkie nail. He knew, he had measured them! And sensitive? Julie could even orgasm with just having her breasts sucked and man-handled.

As Tom was enjoying this after-sex buffet he heard his phone ring; sitting up from his tit sucking he took a quick glance at his watch, "Shit!" he exclaimed.

"What is it?"

"It's Paul and Shirley; they were going to give me a lift into town to pick up my car from the garage, oh fuck!"

"Don't worry my lovely fuck-buddy, go and get your car and then..."

"Then what?"

"Well, let's just say that I won't be removing these stockings until you get back and then you get to remove them."

"How?" Tom said with a lascivious look.

""Your choice," Julie said in her sexiest voice, "you can either use your teeth or..."

"Or?" Tom asked in anticipation.

"Or," she continued, "you can use that lovely big prick you have to slip under the suspender belt and force everything down my legs until I am ready to be fucked again. Sounds good?

Tom merely answered with a wicked grin and a nod before adding, "Julie you are such a fantastic fuck-buddy but even I could fall in love with you!"

"Get off me and pick up your car," she said venomously, "and besides," she went on to say in a softer tone as she involuntarily kneaded her breasts and hyper-sensitive nipples which caused a low moan of pleasure to emanate from her ruby-red lips, "I want more of you inside me, asap as they say." This was accompanied with the most suggestive wink that Tom had ever seen. He felt a response in his cock and was sorely tempted to carry on with another fucking but, he also knew that he could come back to the sensuous mouth, pussy, ass and tits later on and, the sooner he went, the sooner he would be inside her mouth and cunt. Not her ass, he reminded himself, as Julie had told him that Big Bert had been up there two nights ago and she was still tender from the biggest butt-fuck that she had ever had.

More of Bert later!

Tom hurriedly got dressed and, moments later, he opened Julie's bedroom door and went to depart. He couldn't resist the temptation to take a backwards glance and, what he saw, brought a huge grin to his face. He saw the gyrating body of his slim fuck-buddy as she massaged her sensitive clit and tits, bringing about yet another orgasm upon herself. Julie opened her eyes for a second, smiled at the departing Tom and mouthed the words, "don't be long, I need to fuck!"

Tom acknowledged with a nod and, before being tempted once more, raced out of the room.

He reached the road and started a gentle jog back to his flat, less than half a mile away, to where he had arranged for Paul to pick him up. As he jogged he glanced at his mobile and saw that he had one missed call. He knew who it was from and, still running, he replied. The call was answered within seconds. "Tom? Where the hell are you?"

"I'm on my way, I'll be there in two minutes." His voice unlaboured in spite of the gentle run that had developed into a sprint. True to his word, Tom turned the next corner and saw the familiar sight of Paul's car, its engine purring outside of Tom's apartment. 

"Get in!" Paul shouted as he ran down the passenger seat window. Tom gave a thank you thumbs up sign as he approached the car, recognising who the passenger was as he did. It didn't take much of a guess as he knew it would be Shirley, Paul's girlfriend. 

Paul's girlfriend had the most beautiful breasts that Tom had never seen. Still, that fact might change as the story progresses but they were big and she knew it. Tom had never hit on her simply because she was the girlfriend of his best pal but that didn't stop him fantasising about being getting able to get a fondle of, what must be, the biggest tits that he could have wished for.

"Hi Tom," she said seductively as he got into the back seat of the Buick, 'God you are hot!' Tom thought to himself as he eased himself into the rear seat but simply replied, "Hi Shirley, hi Paul. I can't thank you enough for the lift."

  "Think nothing of it buddy, Shirley and I were heading into town anyway, fancy some lunch?"

"Yeah, that would be..." the sentenced was cut short as Tom's phone rang out. "Sorry about this," he apologised as he looked at the screen in front of him and saw the call was from Linda, his other fuck-buddy. "I've got to take this call, is that ok?"

"Of course Tom," the tone of Shirley's voice still seemed suggestive, or was that just Tom's imagination?

"Linda?" he said as he pressed the answer button, "what a pleasure. How can I help?" he questioned her although he probably had a good idea as to what department that might lead to. For an answer he got a torrent of filthy language.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, YES! Oh God YES! Fuck me harder. Oh shit, I'm cumming you big bastard, fuck me harder, make me cum!"

Tom was a little flustered in case Paul and Shirley could hear the sexual profanities so he politely spoke into the phone, "I'll just put you on hold for a moment." With that he pressed the 'hold' button but, he made a mistake, he pressed the 'speaker button instead. The car reverberated with the sound of Linda's voice.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, YES! Oh God YES! Fuck me harder. Oh shit, I'm cumming you big bastard, fuck me harder, make me cum!"

Both Paul and Shirley's eyes popped as the listened to the voice on the other end of the phone. It was Paul that spoke first.

"That's one helluva ring-tone that you've got there Tom," he said with a huge grin on his face.

Shirley turned round and looked Tom straight in the eyes, an act that made Tom squirm a bit, part out of embarrassment, part out of trying to discretely trying to control the massive boner that had suddenly erected between his legs. Shirley glanced down and saw the front of Tom's trousers twitch. She smiled a lovely smile before she purred, "That wasn't a ring tone, was it Tom?"

What could he say?

"Was it?"

Tom squirmed again before answering, "No, it wasn't."

"Let's hear some more," she encouraged him and, to prove the point, she moved to allow Tom to get a better view of her impressive cleavage. She knew that her breasts were a turn on to men, and women, and she always made sure that they were on show, it excited her.

Tom glanced at her fantastic pair of melons before turning away, slightly embarrassed. After all, she was his best pal's girlfriend and he could never consider doing anything that might come between their friendship.

"Come on," Shirley encouraged him, "Let's hear that ring-tone again."

Paul jumped in with his support, "I'm all for that, play it again Sam!"

"He never actually said that..."

"Oh shut the fuck up and play it!"

Tom obliged and, immediately, the car was filled with Linda's voice. Actually it was filled with Linda's screaming, "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, YES! Oh God YES! Fuck me harder. Oh shit, I'm cumming you big bastard, fuck me harder, make me cum! That's it, that's fucking it, oh Christ that's so fucking good! NOW"

The three people in the car heard Linda's orgasm or, to be fair, another orgasm. In fact, because she didn't live so far away, they could probably just have wound down the windows, stuck their heads outside and heard it over the sound of the engine.

As she started to calm down form her high Lind a finally managed to gasp into her phone, "Tom?"

"I'm here."

"Get the fuck over here right now!"

"Any reason?" he asked in an innocent voice.

Linda didn't waste any time in her reply, "Because I've got a fantastic cock up my cunt and I desperately want to suck you off at the same time!"

"On my way!" he spluttered into the mouthpiece and put his hand on Paul's shoulder as he ended the call. "Change of plan pal," he said as he squeezed his best friend's shoulder.

"Give me directions," was the response from, what Shirley thought, was a raspy answer.

As Tom did the obligatory pointing of, first left hand then the right, he couldn't help but notice that the two lovers in the front seats were glancing at each other. Somehow or another there seemed to be a common agreement between the two of them but, just for conformation, Tom spotted Shirley's hand stretched over to feel the increasing bulge in Paul's trousers. At the same time Paul felt Shirley's pussy. It was wet, as he hoped it would be. No, it wasn't wet, it was soaking! The pair shared an intimate glance and an almost unseen nod.

"Tom?" Shirley turned around again to their passenger, "Paul and I have..." she hesitated.

"Yes?" asked Tom although he already hoped that he knew the end of the sentence.

"Well it's like this," she went on to say and Tom couldn't help but notice that she was squirming on her seat as she continued, "well, Paul and I have talked about having a bit of naughty fun, if you k now what I mean?"

Tom's grin stretched from ear to ear, not only was he a moment away from getting a blow job from one of the best suckers in the world but, at last, he would be see those magnificent orbs in all their naked glory, even be able to suck and, if he was really lucky, fuck them!

"Care to join me?" he asked innocently, although not a trace of innocence showed in his lecherous look.

Once more Paul and Shirley shared a look and the decision was made. "YES!" they both shrieked.

"Then turns left here, Paul, and take the second left."

"And we're there?" Shirley asked excitedly.

"Yep, let the games begin!"

As they sat in the car outside Linda's house all three of them took a deep breath before Tom was the first to speak. "Her we are then, ok about this?"

"Tom?"

"Yes Paul?"

"Do me a favour."

"What is it buddy?"

"Just lean forward and feel Shirley's pussy."

"What?"

"You heard me, just lean forward and feel Shirley's pussy."

Tom looked at his best friend incredulously but didn't waste another second as he darted his left hand forward between the big-titted girl's legs. Shit! She was fucking saturated!

"Does that answer your question?" Paul asked as the smell of Shirley's sex saturated the car. "My God," Tom went on to say as he looked into Shirley's eyes, "You are so fucking wet!"

"I know," she answered with a wicked grin, "so can we please just go in to start fucking?"

The last word took Tom by shock, he had always assumed that Shirley was so demure, in spite of the fact that she loved to show off her two best points, but he had never heard her swear before. He gulped and opened the car door and, striding confidently towards the front door pausing, only once, to see if he was being followed. He was!

That look seemed to speed up his pace as he opened the unlocked door, as he knew it would have been, and bounded up the stairs towards the sound of pleasure being enjoyed in Linda's bedroom.

The sight that greeted him was so erotic. There was Linda, on all fours astride a massive cock and loving every minute of it as her fucking motion suggested. Tom's first words were, "Hi Bert," as he instantly recognised the massive prick that was giving Linda so much orgasmic pleasure.

"Hi Tom, what took you?" Bert grunted as Linda bounced down on him again only, this time, with a lot more vigour. Linda wasn't as svelte-like as Julie. She had what, in men's terms, could be described as the start of a beer belly but that was more than made up for by her big tits that loved to bounce and, as Tom took in the scene, he saw they were certainly bouncing now! 

Linda didn't settle for such niceties as a greeting. "Get the fuck over here and stick your big cock in my mouth!"

Tom didn't waste a second and, as he hurriedly pulled off his shoes and socks, he made his way to the far side if the bed where Linda's mouth was eagerly awaiting him. He undid his belt, unhooked the top button of his jeans and yanked them, along with his boxer shorts, to the floor just as Paul and Shirley entered the bedroom. Linda grabbed his now obvious erection and started to suck hard on it before stopping after a few seconds Tom looked down to see what the matter was and was greeted with the sight of Linda licking her lips, with a knowing smile on her face.

"Mm," she whispered, "do I detect the scent and taste of a certain Julie?" She didn't wait for the obvious answer and quickly popped the nine inches of Tom's fuck-pole back into her mouth and, piece by piece, started to deep-throat him.

He did finally, and with great effort of self-control, get to tell his cocksucker about their audience of two. "Linda?"

"Mm?" she muffled, her mouth full of cock, 

"These are two friends of mine, I hope you don't mind?"

Linda didn't let an inch of Tom leave her as she swivelled around to see what Tom had meant.

Then she had to I order to speak as, still wanking Tom's prick, she released him from her oral duties to say, "Hi, its Paul isn't it?" He nodded lustfully. "And Shirley, that's right?"

Shirley also nodded although she wasn't even looking at Linda. Instead she was gazing, admiringly, at what Linda was shafting in, and out, of her pussy. "What a cock!" she said without realising it.

To explain, Bert's cock wasn't the longest in the world. In fact you might say that it was average, about the six inches that everybody makes a joke about. What it did have was...girth. It was thick, so thick that when it was hard, as it most surely was now, it could be compared to a can of vegetables, a tin of beans to be more precise. Have you ever tried to suck, or fuck, a can of beans? It's not easy!

As the view of the can of beans, sliding in and out of Linda's pussy was watched by Shirley, she felt her panties getting wet. No, not wet, drenched. "Oh fuck, that looks good," she managed to say in a hoarse whisper. "Paul?" she turned round to her lover, "Up for it?"

"Too fucking true," he needed to say no more as the waft of Shirley's sex reached his nostrils.

"I really need to suck your cock, and now!"

They started to get undressed and Linda went back to being pleasured by the fucking monster between her legs and the long cock that she was determined to deep-throat! "Oh yes," she whimpered as her mouth and tongue tasted Tom and tried to make him harder than he even was. "Wait a minute," she said as she paused her fellacionic activity. She slurped on his cock once more, withdrew, and licked her lips. "Jesus Fucking Christ! That is Julie's cunt juice I'm tasting, isn't it?" she asked once more, this time rhetorically. "You dirty bastard, a lovely one, but still a bastard!"

"Don't waste time talking," Tom said for an answer as his hands grabbed the back of Linda's short hair and forced his cock deeper, and deeper, into the randy fuck-buddy.

By this time Paul had lain down on the bed with his head close to Linda's bouncing tits, enjoying the view, as he felt Shirley's familiar mouth take his cock and attempted to get all of him down to the back of her throat. When doing this she managed to take a sideway glance at what Linda had in her mouth. "You know what Paul?" she said as she momentarily popped Paul's erection from her mouth.

"What?" he groaned in frustration as she stopped her administrations for a moment.

"You could be twins, Tom and you."

"Eh?" just wanting his prick back into her soft, and moist, mouth.

"Your cocks look exactly the same!"

This time it was Linda's turn to look around and compare the cock that was in her mouth to the one that Shirley held at the base in order to prove her point. "You're right you know," as she also popped Tom out of her mouth and held him at the base so that both women could gaze admiringly at the two magnificent samples of manhood that each held. "This day is just getting better and better," she sighed, "eighteen inches of cock to look forward to. OMG, that thought is just making me wetter and wetter." With that, she turned around to speak to Bert, "Come on you fucker, ram me harder!" 

Bert increased the pace of the pounding that he was giving Linda and the whole room began to smell of sex as cunt juice began running out of two pussies at an increasing rate. 

Paul had stripped completely but Shirley had been so keen to start her cock-sucking that she still had her bra and matching thongs on. This hadn't gone unnoticed by Tom who was getting a great view of her gyrating ass as she as resumed her deep-throating. He just couldn't resist it; his right hand wandered over and started to fondle her cheeks with the tiny wisp of lace that was all that covered them as the thong had got embedded into her crack. The response he got was worth it as a groan of pleasure emanated from her cock filled mouth. Encouraged by the reaction to his caressing he deftly put a finger round the, by now, pointless piece of lingerie. Gently, he started to pull the string to one side and moved his finger further south feeling the increasing heat as he got closer, and closer, to her pussy. Then she gasped as his digit finally reached her sopping cunt and he playfully tickled her outer lips. With her mouth full of cock she couldn't utter anything coherent but her guttural grunts, and the thrusting of her ass against a new finger in her most sensitive spot, allowed Tom to easily enter her. One finger was quickly followed by two, then a third, as he started to finger-fuck her in earnest. Paul opened his eyelids that had been clenched shut in pleasure and looked down at his cock-sucker. The sight that he saw brought a huge grin to his face and he glanced up and over to his buddy and gave him an encouraging nod. "That's it Tom, give it to her!"




Let The Games Begin!



Tom didn't disappoint as he sped up his assault on the drenched fuck-hole. Seconds later Shirley had to release Paul's cock from her mouth to scream, "Oh God Paul, I don't believe it, I'm cumming already!" With that she bucked her ass against the three fingers inside her in order to get Tom's fingers to hit the right spot, and she succeeded. "Yes, yes, yes. Oh fuck yes!" She screamed as her orgasm approached. Tom increased his pumping and soon was rewarded with the sound that every man loves to hear. "Christ, I'm cumming!" she hollered as her ejaculation spurted out of her pussy. Tom was caught by surprise as he felt the hot liquid soak him. "Jesus!" he exclaimed, "You're a fucking squirter!"

Paul laughed out loud at his pal's happy comment, "She prefers the word 'gusher' because she believes that a 'squirter' belongs to porn stars only."

"She should be a fucking porn star!" Tom replied as he felt more hot cunt-juice seep out of her as Shirley's orgasm started to subside. He finally removed his hand and brought it up to his face and sniffed the intoxicating aroma that clung to his fingers. He stuck one finger into his mouth and sucked it as if it was a mini penis. "God, that's delicious," he moaned in pleasure. His actions were stopped abruptly as Linda took his cock out of her mouth and whispered in her sexy voice, "Let me taste," she pleaded. 

Tom wasn't going to say no and he promptly shoved all three of his fingers that had been up Shirley into Linda's open mouth. "Mm," she sighed with pleasure, "Tasty!" Then she had a dirty, nasty, sexy thought. "Shirley?"

"Yes?" she replied absentmindedly, still feeling the after effects of her first orgasm of the day, especially as it had been brought about by a 'stranger'"

Linda was wanking Tom's cock and Shirley was doing the same to Paul but Linda quickly went on to say, "I've got two questions to ask you."

"Go ahead."

"The first one is easy."

"Ask away."

Linda licked her lips before carrying on, "Show us your tits!"

Shirley smiled and moved up onto the bed to kneel in front of Linda, "You want to see these?" she said seductively as she squeezed her giant rack through the thin lace of her bra, teasingly allowing her nipples to feel fresh air.

"Oh yes please," said Paul, Tom, Bert and Linda in unison as Shirley continued to maul her barely covered breasts. "Ok," she agreed, "but I need a cock inside me first!" With that said she swiftly mounted Paul and took his entire long prick up to the hilt in one thrust, gasping at the pleasure of her pussy being completely engulfed by the sudden invasion. She started a slow fucking motion as her hands went round her back to reach the bra straps.

"Wait a minute," Linda said, "Why don't you let Tom help you with that?"

"Oh, that sounds a good idea," she rasped, letting her hands drop to her thighs, and she turned her head around to face her lover's pal. "Could you help me?" she asked in her sexiest voice. For a reply she felt Tom's hands reach out behind her back to grasp each tit and fondle them, causing another spasm of pleasure to waft through her as she continued to ride the rod that was inside her. Tom took his time as he gently mauled the fantastic melons, all eyes upon them, before he removed one hand to unfasten the strap. Keeping his other hand firmly on the material at the front he waited for his other hand to continue his playful scrunching of her breasts, teasing his audience, before slowly lowering the bra to expose the magnificent orbs. They never sagged an inch as she was greeted with cat-calls from all around. "Fuck, they are fantastic!" Linda said before the men could. "Are they natural?"

"100%"

"Lucky fucking you! Lean forward, I want to suck these beautiful boobs," Linda added and Shirley, without a moment's hesitation did as was requested and a shiver of pleasure, which Paul felt as he was rewarded with a gush that plastered his cock and balls as Shirley experienced another, smaller, orgasm when her right breast was suckled by another woman for the first time. Linda let go for a second to allow her to speak, "Come on Tom, I can only nibble one at a time. Grab a mouthful of her left tit!" Paul watched in amazement as his girlfriend allowed her tits to be sucked by two people at the same time. If anything he felt his penis grow even harder than it was as he took in the erotic scene.

Bert was also able to get a decent view of the sexy act from his position underneath Linda and that pushed him to attack Linda's cunt with even more fervour causing the horny bitch to announce that she was having yet another orgasm. "Fuck, fuck, yes!" she managed to squeal as she continued to lick the hard nipple in her mouth.

"Oh this is so good," Shirley muttered as two mouths created such an erotic explosion of pleasure that Paul was drenched once more. Shirley pulled back momentarily as she tried to calm down from her cum and, eventually, she mouthed a "thank-you," to her two nibblers. As her latest orgasm subsided she turned to look Linda in the eye and said, "You had two questions, I liked answering the first one, what is the second one?" 

"Before I ask it I want Tom to do me a favour."

"I'm not going to say no to the woman who is still wanking me off, am I?"

"Good boy," Linda whispered and, to emphasise the point, she sped up her wrist action causing beads of sweat to come to his brow as he tried to control his own release. "Use my phone will you? It's over there," she pointed her head towards the nearest pillow, "and call that beautiful slut and ask her to join us."

"Julie?"

"How many beautiful sluts do you know?" she asked with her wrist speeding up again.

"Ok, ok, ok," he pleaded with her to slow down, "Just don't make me cum yet, I'm enjoying myself too much."

"You're not the only one!" chipped in Bert as he fucked Linda just a little bit harder for a moment.

Linda closed her eyes in rhapsody as she felt the monster hammer inside of her sopping cunt and the aroma of her aroused state filled the room. She finally managed to blurt out, "Simply tell her that we are having a small party and that she is invited. Ah fuck, that's good!" The last comment was directed to Bert.

Tom picked up the phone and called Julie. Bert stopped fucking Linda and Shirley merely sat still on top of Paul's cock as they all tried to hear what Julie's answer would be. It must have been answered immediately because Tom said, "No, it's not Linda. She is a bit preoccupied just now, it's Tom."

"She's inviting you over to her house right now."

"Why?" was the next word that the two fornicating couples heard in the one-way conversation? "Let's put it this way," Tom continued, "What Linda really means is that we are having a small party. There are three cocks but just two pussies, we need another cunt!"

That seemed to be the end of the conversation as Tom threw the phone back towards the pillow. "Well?" Bert asked the question before anyone else could. Tom smirked, "She's on her way!"

"Fuck yes!" screamed Linda as Bert restarted his pummelling, "You'll like her," she said to Shirley and Paul between the gaps in the fucking she was receiving, "a pussy to die for, isn't that right boys?" Both Bert and Tom agreed and Bert added, "Just you wait to suck her tits. They are so sensitive that her pussy juices start to run down her legs even if she is wearing panties!"

Shirley began to bounce up and down on Paul's shaft once more as the thought of this orgy was about to be increased by one more, "and a randy one by all accounts," she thought to herself as she enjoyed the cock sliding in and out of her. She managed to control herself for a short while as she asked Linda, "The second one?"

Linda looked slightly embarrassed, if that were possible, as naked as she was and having sex in front of the others, "Well," she continued, "I hope you don't take this the wrong way but I've always wanted to be air-tight but I haven't had the opportunity before."

"Air-tight?" Shirley looked puzzled before the penny dropped. "You mean you want Paul here to...?" The thought of watching her man fuck another woman up her arse-hole caused a small flood to wet Paul again. She looked down at him and was about to ask him if he was ok with that, but the look of sheer lust in his eyes was all the reassurance that she wanted. "Oh fuck yes!" she bellowed as her orgasm continued.

"Tom?" Linda said and released his concrete penis from her hand, "Get the Lube; It's over there on the bedside table. Tom eagerly went for the bottle of lubricant and aimed for Linda's butt to apply it.

"Why don't I do that?" Shirley said demurely and Paul's eyes opened wider in amazement as she moved forward, causing his cock to spring free from her pussy with an audible plop. Tom handed her the bottle and Shirley went to work on caressing another woman's ass, another first. "You'd better use plenty," Linda said, "after all I've still got this monster up my pussy. It's going to be one helluva tight fit!" Shirley did just that as she poured a generous amount of liquid down Linda's backside and then inserted a finger up her rectum. "Oh that feels good," were the next words that everyone heard from Linda and Shirley then put another finger, then another, up Linda's back passage feeling the powerful cock nestled in her pussy.  

Shirley couldn't believe how horny she was feeling. She really wanted to see Paul butt-fuck Linda and, to emphasise that, she took her fingers out of her arse-hole and grabbed Paul by his cock and demanded that he gets behind the ass he was about to violate.

"Come on big guy," she said in a voice that she hardly recognised, "it's time for some serious sex!"

Paul eagerly agreed and moved into position, his impressive hard-on just inches away from the first bum that he would have penetrated. Shirley played with his erection and, gradually, brought it forward so that the tip of his penis was at the entrance of Linda's brown hole. "Come on then," she repeated and played with the nine inches, circling it around the lubricated ass.

It was time for Linda to take charge and she pushed back to make sure that Paul was in the correct alignment and said, in a voice that was full of debauchery, "Ok, go easy until you're in and then you can fuck me as hard as you can!"

Shirley still held onto the base of Paul's cock and watched, transfixed, as the stiff member made its first penetration into the greasy forbidden poop-chute.

"Hold it," Linda commanded as she relaxed her sphincter to allow him to proceed. "Ok," she then told him, "give me an inch or two." Paul obliged and thrust himself forwards gently, giving Shirley a terrific view of his disappearing cock up another woman's ass. Linda was starting to shudder with delight each time that she felt another inch, then another, disappear up her passage. Paul finally managed to reach rock bottom. "There you are," he managed to say, just! "Balls deep!"

"Oh fuck yes!" Linda exclaimed in delirious pleasure and she looked down at Bert who had been patiently waiting, but still hard, for her command.

"Ok boys," she semi-screamed as she went to replace Tom's cock back in her mouth, "start fucking me!"

Bert was the next one to speak and he guided the session by telling Paul, "Right then, I'll pull out and when I go back in again you pull out. Got it?"

Paul grunted his answer and Bert started to begin. One went out, the other went in. One went out, the other went in. One went out, the other went in. One went out, the other went in.

The pace fastened as both men felt each other between the thin membrane that separated them. They were so both concentrated on their role, as were Linda, Tom and Shirley; that nobody heard the sound of the front door being opened on the ground floor but Julie, who had just arrived, could certainly hear the familiar moans and groans of a sexual nature from the bedroom above her. She swiftly took off her jacket and threw it in the nearest corner along with her handbag and eagerly went up the steps, each pace increasing the volume of, what she assumed, was fun and games being played out without the need for clothing. At least that is what she hoped. She wasn't to be disappointed.

Julie opened Linda's bedroom door, still unnoticed by the five randy fuckers, and sucked her breath in at the scene that greeted her. Linda being double shafted as she sucked Tom's cock, Tom's hand disappearing, and re-appearing at a terrific pace, up what sounded like an extremely wet pussy. All this took only micro-seconds as she spoke for the first time, "Holy shit!" she exclaimed, followed by, "Hi Bert."

Bert grunted his reply, "Hi Julie."

Julie was concentrating on watching Linda's double penetration and she liked the look of the long penis that was up her ass, it looked slightly familiar but, until Paul turned round to look at her, she thought the prick belonged to Tom, "but he's getting a blow job?"

"Hi Julie," said Paul and she smiled as she replied.

"Hello there big boy, I didn't recognise you for a minute." She remembered him as being Tom's buddy. "Nice cock though!"

Julie then turned her attention towards Paul's girlfriend, "Having fun Shirley?" They had met each other for a drink, that's all, when she and Tom had gone out one night. "Uh, uh," was the most sensible reply she gave as Tom continued his assault in her sodden pussy. Julie took a moment to admire Shirley's breasts, "Christ, I wish I could have your boobs. I often wondered what was underneath the top you were wearing when we met. Are they, em?"

"100%," Shirley re-assured her.

"Holy shit!" Julie repeated her previous obscenity before moving round the large bed towards Tom. She went behind him to his left hand side and started to strip. "I guess I'm a little bit overdressed, don't you think Tom?" she asked needlessly as she gave his balls a tender squeeze.

The blouse and bra came off in a flash; her knickers were about to vanish just as quickly until she noticed that Paul's eyes were all over her. She stopped herself and decided to put on a bit of a show. She started to play with herself and she got a fantastic reaction from, not only Paul but Bert too, and she could see them speeding up the fucking that they were giving Linda. "That's it boys, give her what she wants and then," she added, "you can have a bit of this."

With that she pulled aside her soaking underwear to reveal her naked pussy lips which she, naughtily, pulled apart to show the men her eager hole. She continued to taunt her audience for a while before she went forward and knelt on the bed. Having got into position she turned around and looked at the man who was having his cock sucked like there was no tomorrow.

"Tom?"

"Yes Julie."

"See what your right hand is doing to Julie?"

"Yeah?" he asked.

"Use your left hand to do it to me!"

Tom quickly agreed, not by words but by action. His fingers soon penetrated Julie's moist pleasure hole until four digits furiously started to finger-fuck her with his thumb easing its way up her ass. "Fuck yes!" Julie squealed, "that feels good," and it looked good as well as Paul got the best view of his pal having both of his wrists being drenched in pussy juice...and the sound!

Julie swiftly got into her rhythm before she finally spoke to Linda. "Tom said you needed a spare pussy but if you have all the cocks inside you then that leaves nothing hard for Shirley and I to play with."

"Mmph," Linda managed to grunt as she tried to suck Tom's cum out of his cock and into her mouth.

Julie laughed out loud as she went on to say, "You really are a dirty, horny and greedy bitch, aren't you?"

"Mmph!" she managed to repeat with difficulty as she was being face-fucked at the time.

Paul was still enjoying the view when he felt that he wasn't able to last much longer. "Shit!" he announced, "I don't have long to go Linda, I don't think that I can last much longer."

Those words excited the woman who was being fucked a la air-tight. So much so that they brought her to the edge of a ginormous orgasm that the whole neighbourhood was about to hear. "Fuck me!" she screamed and went into convulsion, "Fuck me harder, fuck me faster, just fuck me you bastard," she screamed at the man who was taking her to anal heaven. She somehow knew that she had taken his 'virginity' in that respect and that thought sent her over the edge as she convulsed into an uncontrollable orgasm. She felt the wave of pleasure rip through her body, and she also felt the first spasm of Paul's cock deposit his initial load into her bowels.

"Fuck!" she screamed again but couldn't last the pace. She threw herself to her right, releasing all three cocks that were inside her at the same time. She fell back on the bed, the pillows to cuddle, and her lower body twitched uncontrollably as if she was fucking an invisible cock.

Paul, in the meantime, had started to cum and, as there was no way of stopping it, his right hand went, automatically, to his hard-on and he pumped away spraying his semen high into the air.

"Hey man!" Bert complained, "Watch where you are aiming your juice!" as Paul's sperm floated out of the air and landed on Bert's chest and shoulder. One dollop even plastered his left cheek.

"Sorry Bert," Paul apologised and aimed his, still emitting cock, towards the empty space that the duvet cover supplied. He groaned with pleasure as the last of his orgasm left another stain on the sheets.

"Don't worry, baby," Julie whispered into Bert's ear, "I'm sure that Shirley and I can lick all that spunk off you." As she said this she looked across to Shirley for confirmation, and got it!

All the time that Julie had been watching Paul's performance had made her got even wetter with the experience. "Nice cum Paul," she rasped as her pussy was being violated by Tom.

Paul wiped the sweat off of his brow and stupidly said, "thank you." He then added, looking down at his soiled prick, "I'll be back in a minute, just got to clean myself off."

"We'll still be here," Julie retorted with a wink and, just as Paul went to leave the room, he noticed that his beautiful Shirley had already disengaged her pussy from Tom's hand, leaving his drenched fingers, hand and wrist with nothing to do but to stuff his face to suck, lick and smell, the arousing odour that was everywhere, and she was heading directly for Bert's thick cock. The thought of what he was about to see, once that he had cleansed his dick, made him rush into the nearby bathroom and cleanse himself as quickly as he could.

Shirley didn't waste a moment. She slid over to Bert, turned 180 degrees and sat above him, her dripping pussy poised to receive the fucking that she had been looking forward to since she had first spotted the abnormal cock.

"Are you ready for this?" Bert asked, his hand already lifting the thick salami into take-off position.

For a response Shirley simply lowered her torso until she could feel the tip threatening to tear her apart. "How's about that for an answer?" she purred seductively and then gasped as she felt the first intrusion as she greeted Bert inside her. "Oh fuck!" was the most coherent she could get but she rose up a fraction and tried to sit down on him again. "Oh fuck!" she squealed as the first inch penetrated her. "Oh fuck! Fuck! Fuck! I'm cumming already!"

Those were the only words that Paul heard when he re-entered the room. His flaccid cock rose to half mast immediately at the sight in front of him; Linda was still twitching her lower body, still trying to fuck that invisible cock. Tom was shafting Julie with all his might, the slapping sound of great sex was all too apparent. Julie was loving every moment of it as she was fucking Tom as much as he was fucking her. ...and Shirley?

Shirley had managed to get at least two inches of Bert's cock inside of her and Paul could tell, by the puddle of her juices that was plastered all over Bert's cock, balls, thighs and the duvet that she had exploded her cum all over him. He approached her from behind and gently put both arms around her to squeeze her breasts. Bert's hands were already there but there was enough flesh in her gorgeous tits to accommodate four hands.




Let The Games Begin!



"Enjoying yourself?" Paul asked innocently as he whispered into her ear as he mangled her breasts. 

Her reply was obvious, "Fuck yes!" she screamed as she attempted to take another inch of Bert inside her. Paul's half-mast erection immediately came to full attention as he felt Shirley's hand grasp it and started to play with him. He looked down to enjoy the view but spotted that Shirley's fingers were fingering her clit and that the hand that surrounded his hard shaft didn't belong to Shirley, but to Julie! 

He looked around to her and saw the lust in her eyes; aided no doubt by the grand fucking that she was receiving from Tom. She didn't say anything, just put her mouth into a perfect 'O' shape and invited him, with her eyes, to place his dick where ever he wanted. That was a simple choice to make in a man so aroused as he was, so he left Shirley to her continuing struggle to fit Bert inside of her and sidled over to the warm greeting that awaited him.

Julie can suck cock, Julie loves to suck cock and Julie knew how to suck cock...expertly!

She did, however, managed to say three words before she engulfed Paul's cock, "Spit-roast, mm!"

Paul threw his head back in rapture as he was treated to a glorious blow job at the hands, so to speak, from the big-nippled cock-sucker in front of him. He was, unbelievably, beginning to feel another emission when, almost as a relief, Julie popped him out of her mouth and said to Linda, in a slightly worried voice as she looked over to her quivering friend. "Are you alright?"

Linda replied, or at least she tried to reply. No words came out of her but she did manage to mouth three words, and you didn't have to be an expert lip-reader to fathom out what those three words were.

"BEST SEX EVER!!!"

Julie, being reassured, returned to her sucking duties but that wasn't to last long as Tom announced that he was so soon to cumming. 

"Where do you want it baby?" Tom asked as he continued his assault, remembering the last time that he fucked her and she wanted him to cum like a porn star.

"In my mouth," she said huskily although, admittedly, she had to take another cock out of her mouth to say so.

Tom looked up at Paul and their eyes met. "Fancy a swap?"

"Fuck yes!" and both men scampered around the knelt fuck machine to redeposit their long members into her moist holes. Paul slipped inside her cunt with ease and continued where Tom had left off, hammering away as fast as he could. Tom, in the meantime, had stuffed his nine-incher remorselessly into Julie's gaping mouth and was face-fucking her with all of his might but, he wasn't going to last long. He knew that, Julie knew that and, as if to prove the point, Tom uttered a growl as he started to ejaculate into the back of Julie's throat.

"Fuck yes!" he yelled as the first burst of semen splattered out of him.

"Fuck yes! Fuck yes!" he screamed as the second and third blast rammed down Julie's throat. She gagged for a fraction but managed to swallow enough to greet the next emission.

"Fuck yes! Fuck yes!" he said continuously as spurt, after smaller spurt, continued to leave his body and enter Julie's. 

Eventually he had to slow down but he still enjoyed the aftermath of Julie's soft tongue as she pampered to his softening member. "God!" he hissed as he fondled her hair. "That was fantastic. What a fucking cock-sucker you are," he praised her but she wasn't listening as Paul's penis was acting like a demented piston as he went in, and out, of her sopping pussy like a man deranged.

All that Julie felt was an increasing rise of passion as she reached one, then two, then three, then more and more climaxes that ripped through her whole body. The noises that accompanied each orgasm were unintelligible but encouraged Paul to fuck her even harder.

He was close to cumming himself again and tried to hold back for as long as he could, but all self-control was lost when he glanced over to Shirley who was having her cunt stretched like never before as she bounced up and down on the can of beans, her breasts coated in perspiration and her finger rubbing her clit frantically. Paul knew the signs well and Shirley confirmed it, "I'm fucking cumming!" she hollered, "come on Bert; fuck me, cum inside of me!"

As she was lost in her own world of ecstasy she didn't realise that the sight of her gyrations had pushed Paul over the limit and he didn't even have time to warn Julie that she was about to receive a cuntful of his hot, and sticky, juice.

He pumped and pumped his semen deep inside her, bringing yet another orgasm to the fuck-toy that still had Tom's cock in her hand. After a moment Paul started to pull out of Julie but she tightened her vaginal muscles to milk another drop or two of his spunk. Enjoying this new sensation, Paul began to relax and take in the vista that surrounded him.

Linda was still twitching and fucking an invisible cock. Tom was becoming flaccid but Julie was gently wanking him. Julie's beautiful ass continued to wiggle with his softening cock inside of her and Shirley? Paul looked down at her pubes and saw that her normal, colourless, cum juice had a tinge of grey about it.

'My God!' he thought, 'Bert's cum is mingling with hers and somehow, managing to seep out her plugged hole!"

Shirley drooped forward onto her front with an audible plop as Bert prick hit fresh air. "What a fuck!" he managed to say looking at the mess that ran out of Shirley.

"What a fuck!" paraphrased Julie as she released both cocks and lay down beside Linda. Tom and Paul soon joined her so that all six of them were horizontal.

When the heavy breathing started to return to normal it was Linda who spoke first.

"Christ, I'm f..."

"Fucked?" suggested Julie.

"No, I meant that I am f..."

"Feeling faint?"

"No, I'm f..."

"Frigid?"

Linda looked up at her friend in disbelief before she finally managed to finish the sentence, "Me frigid? You must be joking. No, I'm fucking famished!"

The owners of three limp cocks and three abused pussies all laughed.

It was time for a respite.

Chapter two will introduce the "games!"